#but is it even a trigger warning if I was an average weight at the time

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men react to different insecurities part 3

Pairings: Nanami x overweight fem! reader (requested by @deegausserr) Choso x fem!reader with big breasts (requested by anon)

Yuji/Todo x tall/curvy fem!reader (requested by @sitarawrites, @hitori979, @sophyr05 and anon, I see y'all my tall queens)

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: not 100% proofread, as usual don't read if you feel triggered by those topics, listen I literally have no boobs so I'm beyond sorry if Choso's part is shit, overweight and big breast parts contain insults (please note that this is definetely not the way I feel about it!) but also so much comfort from your favorite characters, you are beautiful just the way you are 🤍

Part 1: Nanami x reader with facial scars; Megumi x reader with small breasts; Sukuna x reader with acne (click here to read)

Part 2: Nanami x reader who doesn't want kids; Gojo x reader who gained weight; Megumi x reader with hooked nose (click here to read)

Nanami with an overweight reader

(Imaging him grabbing those ass bully girls like this okay)

You cover yourself up the minute he enters the room. He, the man who caught your eye since the beginning. He, who looks so effortlessly good in that suit. He, a well-trained man with a body like the statues in ancient Greek.

“Hey, the same as usual?”

“Thank you, (y/n).”

Just him, Kento Nanami. And you? Well, you have nothing in common with all those things. To be exact, you aren’t even sure if he ever noticed you. Why would he? You are nothing but a worker in a coffee shop, average-looking and…

You swallow. You are overweight. Not that it would bother you this much. After all, you work hard for your money each and every day, you do your best to keep your head above the water. You never really felt the urge to lose weight until reality, or rather other people, hit you.

“Oh, look who’s working again!”

“Did you already eat all those muffins? How is it possible that when you’re working, all the food is gone around this time?”

There they are again. Breathe in, breathe out. Everything is alright. Just suffering a few minutes, just letting their words hit you a little longer and they’ll be gone again. You just have to get through this. It’s not like you haven’t heard those group of actual grown-ups say those nasty things to you over a hundred times already.

But no. Today, it isn’t that easy. Because on the table in front of you sits none other than Kento Nanami who reads his paper and sips on his cup of coffee like he always does. Why do you suddenly feel the urge to defend yourself, to make them stop talking to you like that?

“Can you guys just leave me alone? I’m doing my job here, okay? Would you like to drink or eat something-“

“Fat pig”, one of the blonde girls suddenly spits at you.

This is nothing new. You should be used to it by know, all the countless insults especially that group of four girls always spits at you are too much to even count. Then why…Why do your eyes roam to his perfectly trimmed blonde undercut, why do you ball your fist in an instant?

What a dumb mistake. One of the girls follows the direction of your sight, breaking out in hysterical laughing when realizing that you were looking at Kento Nanami. No, please don’t make a stupid comment, please just grab a coffee and leave this place. Even though it hurts to get reminded of the stinging fact that you are overweight almost every single day, what hurts even most is…

“I can’t believe you! Why would a fatass like you even look in his direction? Can’t you see that he’s out of your league? God, you are so pathetic it makes my wanna cry. I mean, don’t you have a mirror at home, can’t you see that you are nothing but a fat fuck? Nobody will ever want you, (y/n). Especially not a handsome man like him.”

It’s hard for Nanami to contain his temper, hand already trembling threatful. Who do these girls think they are to talk to you in such a nasty way? You are breathtakingly stunning with eyes that radiate nothing but kindness, you work so hard each and every day. You…

You don’t deserve this.

“Leave me alone”, you mumble again.

And for the first time in forever, your throat starts to burn as well as your eyes. At this point you were so used to getting picked on that you didn’t even cry about it anymore after some time. But this…this isn’t about your weight anymore. This hits you right where it hurts.

Kento Nanami.

You don’t even dare to look his direction, eyes pierced to the ground while their venomous laughs fill the room with hatred. The urge to just get out of here, to leave this place and never return becomes almost unbearable. Maybe…maybe you should really lose some weight. Your eyes dart towards the counter in whose glass your figure is reflected.

You feel absolutely horrible and disgusting. A silent sob escapes your lips. Yes, why would someone like Kento Nanami ever want someone like you?

“Awww look at her, now she’s crying!”

You can’t take the shame anymore. Without thinking twice, you storm out of the coffee shop, ignoring your co-worker calling out your name behind. It began to rain in waterfalls, your tears now mixing with the drops from above.

There was probably never a moment in your life where you hated yourself as much as now. What where you even thinking, getting all excited every morning because of that force of a man? Were you really too dumb to realize that Kento Nanami would never fall for a girl like you?

A fat pig, a person so undisciplined that it shows, a girl that could never wear his t-shirts as a dress. You are a nobody, an ugly figure in a world full of skinny models-

“(y/n)!”

That voice makes your guts turn in an instinct, heart pounding against your chest. You pick up your pace immediately, almost running down the rainy streets of Tokyo into an alley. Of course, he followed you. After all, Kento Nanami is a gentleman out of romance books, the perfect man. But you’d rather die that let him comfort you. No, you don’t want to hear that he’s sorry about their cruel words, you don’t want him to look down at you with his pity-filled eyes.

You simply can’t take it.

“Hey, (y/n). Please look at me.”

With a swift motion, he grabs your wrist and turns you around. You feel like dying right here and now, his chocolate brown eyes seem to pierce right through your soul.

But then…

He pushes you against the wall and just kisses you. His lips collapse onto yours with so much passion that it simply takes your breath away, his eyes roaming around your body hungrily. You stare at him in sheer disbelief. Is this really happening? Are you dreaming? Countless lonely night, you imagined what it would feel like to have him this close, to feel his body against yours. And now…And now that gorgeous man pinned you against a wall.

“Don’t you dare to believe a single word they said. I promise you that they’ll never speak to you like this again. I made sure of that.”

It feels so surreal, almost too good to be true. Is he only doing this out of pity, because he doesn’t want you to feel bad? Your heart sinks painfully. Is that what this is about?

“You don’t have to do that so I’m feeling better”, you mumble against his lips.

Instinctively, you cross your arms in front of your chest, hiding you like you always do around him.

“I’m not saying this to make you feel better”, he replies in an instant, hands gently untucking your arms to place his own around your waist.

“I’m saying this because I can’t take my eyes off you since I saw you the first time I stepped into this café. You have to be the most beautiful person I have ever seen, (y/n). I adore your delicate curves, your inviting smile, your unshakable character. I love the way your hair falls and how you prepare my coffee. I adore you just the way you are. Did you really think I’m there because of the coffee? It’s not that good if you’re asking me.”

His comment makes you giggle your tears away and shaking your head at the same time.

“Yeah, the coffee isn’t that great to be honest”, you comment.

“But you are.”

He looks down at you all serious again, his intense gaze making your knees go weak in an instant.

“And I want nothing more than to take you out to a nice restaurant.”

Choso with a reader who has big breasts

You were never keen to meet new people, especially men. Not because you aren’t talkative or enjoy others company. No, it’s because you never know how they’ll react when seeing you for the first time.

Even though especially other women are jealous of you because of how big your breasts are, you truly hate them. It seems like the second you meet someone, all they have eyes for is your cleavage. No matter if you wear a baggy shirt, your uniform or one of the dresses you normally adore so much, your boobs come first. And you fucking hate it.

“Hey, why are you so nervous, (y/n)? I’m sure you and Choso will get along just fine!”, Yuji tries to cheer you up with a kind smile.

“And probably your-“

“Shut up right now, moron”, Megumi mumbles instinctively.

You sign to yourself. It’s clear that he’s just trying to be nice and funny, but to be honest you want to cry. Since puberty hit you, no one ever saw you like an individual anymore. No, you are either sexualized or body-shamed.

“Would you crush me with your melons for some money? C’mon (y/n).”

“There she is again. Look at her tits!”

“She’s just showing off. What a slut.”

“I bet those would be a good ass pillow.”

You are so damn tired of it. Tired of all the people talking about you behind your back, tired of being nothing but a sex object, tired of having no character. Even though here at Jujutsu High, people seem to finally get that you are indeed a human being all by yourself and would never talk badly about you, you can feel their looks.

“Oh, there he is! Come on, (y/n)!”

No, no, no. Is it too late to just turn around and leave this place? Maybe Maki is still free, you should go and grab a drink with her. Or even better, barricade yourself into your dorm and return when this man is gone.

“You must be (y/n). My little brother told me a lot about you”, a dark voice introduces itself.

Your eyes dart up in panic. Oh, you just know how this goes. First of all, he’ll look down at your breasts. If he’s having at least a spark of decency, his eyes will dart back to your face and roam around when he thinks you’re not paying any attention. And maybe, just maybe, he won’t mention your cleavage for quite some time.

“Nice to meet you”, you mumble annoyed already.

Huh, his eyes rest right on your face, a small smile forming itself on his lips. You tilt your head to the side, squint your eyes in confusion. Well, this is definitely new. He didn’t even look at them, not a single glimpse onto your body.

“Is it true that you have a thing for blood manipulation? Yuji told me you are interested in learning more about that technique.”

“Well, yeah…”

You have to blink a few times. He is so…different from everyone else. Not even Megumi resisted the urge to look down at you, you even heard him talking about it with Yuji someday. But this man…what was his name again? Choso? He seems to be curious about…

You. Nothing but you.

“I am quite skilled when it comes to blood manipulation. If you want, I will gladly show you a few things.”

“Y-yeah…I mean…That would be nice. Like, today?”, you stutter awkwardly, completely caught off guard by this unexpected change of scenery.

“If you have time, of course.”

“Okay, then…I’ll change now.”

“I’ll meet you at the training field.”

“Yeah…”, you mutter.

As soon as you leave the room, Yuji seems to finally regain your voice.

“And? What do you think about her?”

“I think she seems quite nice for a human being.”

“And what else?”

A big pause that makes your heart shatter for a brief moment. Maybe he isn’t as different as you thought. Maybe he’s just thinking about your cleavage like everybody else does, maybe-

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Haven’t you seen her,…y’know…Megumi?”

“He means her breasts”, Megumi clarifies.

“Why would I look at her breasts when she seems to have an interesting character?”

Your heart almost beats out of your chest, ears literally unable to comprehend what you’ve just heard. It really shouldn’t touch you like that. But oh, the second you begin to realize what that stranger just said your eyes get glossy. It might only be a little statement for him, but it surely means the world to you.

In a world that shames on you for something you can’t change, in a world in which men only took you on dates or talked to you because of your breasts and not because of your personality.

Choso seems to be the first person who genuinely doesn’t give a fuck about the way you look. And oh does it feel nice.

“Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”, you mumble to yourself.

Yuji and Todo with a cury/tall girl

Just one look at him seems to sweep you off your feet. The way he walks, the way he talks, simply the way he carries himself. It wasn’t hard to fall for Yuji, but it was definitely rough to find out he isn’t interested in you.

“What kind of woman is Yuji actually into?”

Nobara looked at you up and down, visibly bamboozled about what you’ve just asked. There aren’t many things she doesn’t think about, but Yuji Itadori’s type is definitely one of them.

“I don’t know girl…But I guess he’s the type for rather short girls, don’t ya think?”

You hated the way your heart instantly began to ache in your ribcage. Of course he does. Aren’t all boys nowadays into petite girls with a bubbly personality? And to be honest, you are none of that.

Taller than all the other girls and even some boys around Jujutsu High, curvier than anyone else, probably uglier than the rest. You never put much thought into all of these things, but right. Why would Yuji be any different from all the guys you’ve met before?

“Who the hell is this woman, Itadori?”

Todo can’t help but shamelessly stare at you. This is too good to be true, a sight straight out of his dreams. You…You are even better than Takada-chan.

“Huh? Oh, that’s (y/n)”, he replies with a small grin, just one look at you making his heart stumble all over again.

He hasn’t seen you in quite some time now that he thinks of it.

“What kind of woman is your type, Itadori Yuji?”

The pink-haired boy has to blink a few times, eyes still set on your delicious curves and gorgeous long legs.

“I like tall woman with a big ass.”

“Is that your final answer?”, he huge boy next to him urges, grabbing him by his uniform so roughly that his eyes yank away from you.

“Yes!”, he replies immediately.

“Then get going, we need to talk to this beauty over there”, he announces, dragging Yuji behind him before he is even able to reply.

You tilt your head to the side. What the hell is going on over there? Who is that shirtless guy and…is that Yuji he drags behind him as if he’s taking out trash?

“You!”, he shouts into your direction, eyes seem to pierce right through your soul.

What the hell is this about? Should you run away, cry for help? He definitely looks pretty dangerous to you with the way his muscles seem to grow with every step he takes towards you.

“Hey, let me go! I can walk by myself!”, Yuji protests.

“Now talk to her”, Todo hisses, almost pushing him into you.

“Oh, hi (y/n)!”

“Well, hi Yuji…”, you answer rather confused.

You look even better from over here, your body lingering over his own by a few centimetres. Yes, you have to be the biggest woman Yuji has ever seen with a character so badass that no one can hold a candle to you. And those curves, those oh so delicious curves…

“Tell her what kind of woman is your type”, the guy next to him demands harshly.

“Stop being so damn loud, she hears you!”

“Oh, I definitely do. What is all of this bullshit about and what kind of freak are you exactly?”

“Itadori loves tall woman with a big ass.”

Well, that’s rather unexpected. Yuji turns as red as a tomato, not daring to shoot a single glimpse your way. But Nobara said that he likes petite girls and somehow, this always made sense to you. Still, his body doesn’t lie. And the fact that he doesn’t say anything against it tells you…

“You like tall woman with a big ass”, you repeat.

“Well, to be honest, I just like you, (y/n)”, he mutters along with scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“I like you too. You have to be the hottest girl I’ve ever seen. Let me cherish you for the rest of our lives”, the guy named Todo purrs.

“Hey, I thought you were my wingman and now you’re trying to steal my girl away from me!”, Yuji protests.

“When did I ever say that, moron? We might be brothers, but this right here is my girl-“

“WE ARE NOT BROTHERS AND (Y/N) IS NOT YOUR GIRL!”

“I’ve been crazy about you for so long. I can’t believe you actually find me attractive, Yuji”, you interrupt their little chitchat.

Your heart feels light as a feather, so good that you are almost think about giggling out in sheer joy.

“Are you kidding? You are what dreams are made of, (y/n)! I was just too shy to admit…”

“I’d never be too shy to show my love. Pick me, (y/n)!”

“GET AWAY FROM HERE!”

“I’M NOT LEAVING MY GIRL BEHIND!”

"That's enough, I'm leaving. See you around guys", you announce with a sly grin.

"OUCH, DID YOU JUST SLAP ME TODO!?"

"JUST THE WAY YOU DESERVE IT, ITADORI!"

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[theblueflower05]

Just a Little Taste

A/N: Welp. Somehow my breeding/breastfeeding kinks manifested themselves into a story. I wrote this sky high on painkillers and I am a little in love with the whole premise. @tiredmamaissy -I hope more than anything that you enjoy this. You deserve all of the goodness on this site. Your Masterlist is my personal spank bank lol

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: This story is Filthy. Smut with very little plot. Breastfeeding. Pussy Eating. Slight mommy kink if you squint. Very pregnant reader getting pleasured, because pregnant beings can still be sexual. Aged up!Neteyam

You are responsible for cultivating your own online experience, please do not interact if any of these tags are triggering to you. Minors DNI.

Summary: You’re eight months pregnant with Neteyams child, and after a long day, you both need a little relief. Neteyam x Human! Reader

"Sugar, Honey, Iced Tea

Bumble-bee on the scene.

Yeah, I'd give up my bakery to have a piece of your pie"

- See You Again, Tyler the Creator ft Kali Uchis

Life in the village is always busy. Constantly bustling with life and movement as everyone; human scientist, Avatar and Na’vi alike, rush to keep things afloat.

High Camp is so different then Home Tree had been, the rage of war adding a constant edge to long days and restless nights. You miss the comfort of a slow life, of hazy days down in the jungle. The jagged cliffs of the Hallelujah Mountains still don’t quite feel like home to you.

Still, you go about your daily duties.

Being a Pandoran raised human had always given you a different insight, the two massively different cultures you we’re brought up in clashing and mending to create a skill set that was like no other- it had taken many years of painful trial and error to find your place within the Omiticaya, but healing had always come naturally.

Both holistic and surgical alike. You’d spent years shadowing Mo’at and learning the ancient herbal ways of the people, while well as taking advantage of the many PHD toting scientist back at Hell’s Gate. Medicine had no boundaries, was a way for you to feel close to both sides of yourself. To broach the gap between human and clansman.

You find your skills being needed more than ever. The ever constant raids against the RDA means your hands are rarely idle, forever in movement as you tend to the wounded. Some days you sit in the big Healers Tent with Mo’at and the other Taskarem, and others you’re in the makeshift Medi Bay, which is really more of an Avatar Pod Trailer turned OR, with the handful of human surgeons.

The long hours spent on your feet leave you sore and exhausted, but you have to pull your weight.

Even if said weight is far heavier than usual as of late-

“Y/N” you’re broken out of your thoughts by Max- as he enters the trailer with a holo-tab in hand and a concerned look in his dark eyes “What are you still doing here?”

“I was just finishing up inventory- our antibiotic stock is back way up. Jake was right, those helicopter raids were more than worth it” you’d sorted out the tiny vials of vital medicine by hand, not wanting any to be misplaced or mislabeled.

“You don't think maybe you should head home?” He continues and you sigh.

You miss your tent, and the soft bed of furs that lay inside the secure warm flaps. And the man that waits for you inside of the patchwork leather walls-

“I’m fine” you assure. And really, you are.

It's a fact you have to keep reminding people of.

Yes, you’re as big as a Strumbeast, but you are no less competent. No less able bodied.

Pregnancy is one of the most natural parts of life, a base staple in all’s existence. There are plenty of pregnant Omiticaya women who were expected to play their roles, even as the battle raged outside the safety of the mountain cave system.

It was the nature of your pregnancy that was more…fragile then average. Inside your womb grew a child that would be the first of it’s kind. A scientific mystery: no one had even known it was possible for Na’vi and humans to procreate.

And yet all of the evidence now lies under your shirt. Your stomach round and pronounced, full of growing life.

Full of the love between you and the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son.

Neteyam had left his permanent mark on you. Had part of himself growing inside of you. The thoughts we’re enough to make your knees buckle if you focused on them too hard.

“You’ve been here since 6am, you really should get some rest. Take one of the empty bunks if you want. Have you checked your blood pressure-”

You’re a grown woman. You’re not going to huff and puff and roll your eyes, but fuck, do you want to.

Everyone was so overbearing lately.

Norm and Max we’re constantly breathing down your neck; “The baby has a different growth rate then a human child, we need to monitor the way that your body is responding” Followed closely by Jake who watches you with sharp eagle like eyes and Neytiri, who used to all but ignore your presence, constantly checking in on you throughout the day. Mo’at’s always poking and prodigy, and Kiri almost always has her hands on you in some way shape or form.

You are glad for the support, happy that this baby would be so loved.

But really, you missed being treated like the competent, independent woman you knew you we’re.

“My blood pressure is fine. I thought since we ruled out preeclampsia we weren’t going to worry about it anymore” you know that it’s not going to silence his worry, but still. You can try.

Max goes on one of his science mambo jumbo spiels, and by the end of it you’re waddling out of the lab and back to your hut, annoyed as shit but placating your pseudo father figure all the same. Only a month and a half mor of this and then things could go back to normal.

Everything had just…changed so quickly.

You 're a caretaker by nature. Caring for others is easy, feels right. You’d tucked the much older scientists into bed when you we’re just a pre-teen. Made dinners. Looked out for Spider and the other Sully’s-

And the role reversal still didn't quite sit right with you. Your control freak ways didn't do well with not being the one in charge- you’d been stripped of your title so to speak. You we’re supposed to relax into your new role, enjoy being doted over before the nine month’s we’re over.

You and Neteyam’s shared tent is in the centered in the cave, close to his families, but standing on its own. As private as anyone could get in the busy, close quartered camp. The walls of the hut are familiar, adorned with your combined belongings. Cozy and familiar.

You shimmy free of your confining bra, step out of your cargo pants, then toe off your boots, releasing your swollen sock covered feet with a groan before collapsing into your well loved bed, the soft blankets and familiar scent of your mate lulling you into a deep state of peace.

It’s kind of wild how quickly you can fall asleep these days. Growing a little person from scratch tends to burn a lot of energy and the moment you relax, you’re out like a light.

You don't wake up, even when the horns are sounded for the return of the War Party.

Not when Neteyam makes his way through the camp and enters the tent. He’s wearty, grime covered and hunched over. He only softens when he sees you, tucked safely, into his bed. Your eyes still closed and face still scrunched up as he strips out of his battle band and shin covers. He’s quiet, washing off with the large freshwater basin in the corner before making his way over to his much-missed bed mat.

It isn't until he's crawled under the blankets and wiggled his way as close to you as possible that you begin to stir. His large cat like snout nuzzles into the vulnerable crevice of your neck, chuffing hot breaths against the smooth skin.

You’re not upset at him for waking you up, a drowsy half alert smile stretches over your lips as your hands run up his strong back. Gently working the tense muscles.

He gets so greedy when he comes back from the War runs. He needs to be comforted, to be held and you are all too willing to comply.

Everyone else infantiles you now, and yeah, Neteyam could get a little intense and overprotective, but your relationship had always worked because you were the one person in all of Pandora that babied the future chief.

He was such a sweet man, with so much responsibility on his plate. You loved nothing more than holding him in your arms. Letting him release any and all tension because you had him. You, a tiny soft skinned human, were the barrier between him and the ruthless world.

You’d be such a great mother to his children. His hind brain purrs at the thought. That even through all of the controversy, he knows he’d chosen the right mate. Little and fierce, he hopes the baby is just like you.

“Are you okay?” You ask, tone hushed in the darkness of the tent. The only light coming from the small dying embers of the firepit in the center of the space. Hypnotic shadows dance along the canvas walls and Neteyam's breathing grows shallow as he sinks into it.

The way you smell. The way your heart beats, strong against his cheek. The way your plump body feels so good under his wandering hands. He hadn't been okay, just moments ago. He was delirious, so sick of the fighting that he felt ill with it.

But how could any of those bad feelings exist when he had you waiting for him? Ready to welcome him into your body, your heart, your mind. He doesn't think he could survive without knowing the solace of your love.

“I’m okay, narlor(beauty). Just missed you” he mutters, still trying to dig his face deeper into your skin. He wants to escape inside of you, you chuckle at his futile attempts to mend you both into one entity. His large palms rest against your bloated belly, tenderly and your heart flutters “Missed you both so much”

Being so loved is overwhelming.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

“I missed you, my sweet baby. I missed you all day” you assure him with the words you know he needs to hear. “Our son here thought it would be fun to jump on his sa’nok’s bladder all day. It was like was playing the wokau(pendulum drum) all day long- I spent hours in running back and forth to the bathroom”

Neteyam's laugh is deep and rich. Thoroughly pleased to listen to your stories of your day, eager to hear every minute detail. Desperate to drown out visions of blood and gun smoke with your voice.

“Ah, you have to be nice to your momma, little one” he chastises the bump, raising your shirt over your head, wanting that flimsy barrier gone. His lips trail over the tight skin of your bulging belly as he speaks to his child.

Your son, still safe inside your soft body, knows his fathers voice already. Recognizes that slightly accented cadence, and squirms inside of you happily.

Neteyam usually speaks strictly in Na’vi to your unborn child-

“He needs to know the language of our people, first and foremost”

-he’ll spend hours whispering his mother tongue into your flesh. It always leaves you boneless and shaking. Feeling so special and cared for. Na’vi, though your second language, is familiar to you. You’re fluent in the language- but fuck. The way your mate speaks it is the most beautiful thing. It’s musical, he tells sprawling stories with his colorful words.

There is one English he’s very fond of though. Every time it leaves his plush mouth it makes you grin, sharp. Knowingly.

“Are you gonna be nice to momma, Neteyam?” you question him after a while. His ears quirk, swiveling on his head and his tale flicks once, in obvious excitement.

You know what he’s wanted, ever since he woke you up by nuzzling at your chest. Ever since he peeled off your top and left your heavy breasts bare. Did he think you missed the way his golden gaze would flick to them, eyeing them hungrily.

He needs this as much as you do, but as usual, your sweet boy is too selfless to ask. Won't trouble you with his wants unless you bring it up first.

You reach for his big hand that rests on your belly, and drag it to where you need him. His palm enveloping your tits, the rough callus’s catching on your sensitive nipple just right-

Your pregnancy had been different than regular humanoid pregnancies. Your body worked hard, thrown into overdrive in an attempt to keep up with the fast growing fetus in your womb. You’d started lactating months ago, far earlier then normal. Your breasts firm, full with milk. Ready to feed the child that had not yet come into the world.

At first it had been both painful and embarrassing. You had no child to drink what you were producing and the other breastfeeding women in the tribe we’re hesitant to feed their babies your tawtute(human) milk. Already over emotional due to the hormone change, you’d wept at the fact that you had no one to give what your body readily made.

The fact that you couldn't be a bigger part of your community due to your human heritage, combined with the intense pain that came from having backed up ducts had been too much,

Eventually you’d turned to Neteyam, both your eyes and shirt soaking wet. Begged him to help you. And of course, as always, he did.

It should be awkward, or shameful- but connecting with him on any level is something you cherish. Why would this be any different?

“I’m always nice to you, aren't I, love?” Neteyam gruffs as he gently works at the breast in his hands. Its firm and full of milk, his mouth waters “Do they hurt again?”

“Mhmm” you whine pathetically, and you’re not lying. The skin of your chest is now marred by stretch marks and you’d had to stuff precious, hard to come by toilet paper down your bra all day to keep them from spilling over “They’re so full, Nete”

“Oh” He hums, thumbing at your nipple “Poor momma, I’ll help you. Don't worry” his lips are wet against your skin as he kisses his way to your breast, his tongue peeking out to circle your puffy nipple. A pearlescent drop of milk tops the rosy bud and he groans as it hits his taste buds.

He tells you that you taste good, often. The juices of your pussy, your spit soaked kisses. He’s always been greedy for it, his tongue bullying its way into your holes, desperate for your essence. Your milk is just as delicious as the rest of you.

It quickly goes from kitten licking, wide wet stripes against your pebbled nipple to sucking your big breast as far into his mouth as he could. Careful of his fangs as he gorges himself on your flesh.

He’s loudly appreciative as he suckles on your nipple. Grunting and humming and moaning at the flavor. Your arms come around him, cradling his head to your bosom because it feels so good. Having him this close, knowing that he'd do anything to take care of you. That he truly loved the way you tasted-

Many people thought you and Neteyam would never last. It was lust, they’d claim. Curiosity. A childhood friendship that would fizzle out eventually. Na’vi needed Tsaheylu, it was the lifeblood of all their relationships. Why would the much desired future Olo’eyktan stay with you if he couldn't even properly bond you?

While you couldn't deny that there we’re doubt filled moments that you yourself wondered why he’d chosen you and stayed so loyal to you…you still felt your own form of connection to him. While you’d love to make that sacred bond with him, you didn't feel any less close to your mate.

You never thought that you could be so intertwined with another being.

As Neteyam takes his fill from your breast, you massage the base of his Kuru, firm enough that it makes him hiss. You have no special braid of your own, but he’s always been very free with his when it comes to you.

You can do with as you please. Stroke it. Lick it. Massage it. Hell, he’d even let you touch glowing pink tendrils at the end of it before. Let you feel his exposed nerves, so vulnerable and raw in your hands that he had shed tears as you explored.

Nothing was taboo in your relationship. There was no space undiscovered between you.

Your bodies we’re so very different, and yet you knew his like the back of your hand. All of the strong muscles and hard sinew. The cobalt expanse of his skin didn't have one blemish that you haven't memorized. You could point out his striped pattern in a sea of other Na’vi.

And he knows you right back.

Loves to dig his fingers into your doughy hips, into your pillowy thighs. Your wide ass and ample chest. He loves your form, goes crazy for all of your alien curves. He never cared for your human modesty, he’d wanted to part your ass cheeks and stare at plump of your pussy for as long as he could remember. Wanted to strip you of all of those clothes and just stare.

The fact that he gets to do just that, for the rest of your lives, is his favorite, favorite thing.

You watch him eagerly as he slowly nurses. You can't get enough of the sight of him, his hollowed cheeks, the bob of his throat as he swallows your free flowing milk. He's so strong, his muscles flex in the dim light. All of that strength, and yet he’s so very gentle with you, his rough tongue laving at your sore buds every couple minutes. Soothing and tickling you all the same.

You giggle at a particularly quick swipe, letting out a small squeal as Neteyam’s tongue plays with the flesh in his mouth. His eyes peek open, glittering with mirth and low boiling heat as he meets your gaze. Whin his lips split into a smile, a dribble of translucent white milk escapes. Trickles down from the corners of his lips.

Heat pulses between your legs and you know he can smell how aroused you are.

Neteyam has always been able to turn you on without even trying. A well spoken word, or even a pointed look could get you running your thighs together. All desperate to get him alone and put your hands all over him.

You hate that you cant kiss him the way you want to, your Exo Mask, while necessary to your survival can be suck a fucking menace sometimes.

Your thumb traces his lips, the ones you want pressed against your own so bad. You rub the spilled milk from his chin. Cleaning him up in a way that's so simple, and so beyond erotic.

He breaks eye contact first, like he just can't look at you anymore. His brows all scrunched up, his chest raising and falling rapidly. He releases your sloppy nipple, completely covered in his saliva, and presses his face against the damp skin. Making a sound of distress.

Your fingernails skritch at his scalp, tangled in his many braids “What is it, baby?”

“I wanna fuck you so bad. Eywa, do you even smell yourself, Y/N? So good. I have to-”

“Yeah, yeah, okay” You nod, agreeing blindly. He can have whatever he wants.

“Fuck you hard, though. Gotta pound you. I know I shouldn't but it’ll be alright, huh? Won't hurt the baby?” his face is still buried in your skin, you cant even see his expression as he pleads for your pussy. It makes you so hot.

You push at his chest, needing him to get off of you for just a moment. He’s heavy as shit, a dead weight- doesn't really move until you're pouting and demanding for him to just give you a little space.

Enough that you can wiggle out of your panties and spread your thighs wide for him. Your swollen, sticky pussy on display for your mate.

His nostrils flare, and his thin tail whips wildly behind him.

When he swings your thick thighs up onto his broad shoulders, you let out a low, appreciative moan.

“Such a good boy for momma” you praise him the way the people praise the Great Mother. The cradle of your thighs a sanctuary where you both come to worship.

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Welp, I should be finishing up Part Three of First Love/Late Spring or plotting out future installments of The Sweetest Sylaung, but here I am writing nursing filth. Lol I truly have zero regrets, this story was so very self fulfilling(even though it partially came from a request). I hope you guys enjoyed though

As mentioned many times before, requests are currently open. Please send in all that good shit. I could use a good distraction from real life!

#neteyam smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam x human reader #neteyam sully smut #aged up neteyam #Neteyam x pregnant reader

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 6

Sex Tape with Doctor Stephen Strange

"A Picture Is Worth 1000 Words"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You are feeling self-concious & down on your appearance, but Stephen has an unconventional idea of how to make you realize how sexy & beautiful you really are.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - body image issues, voyeurism & exhibitionism via photo & video, dirty talk, swearing, pet names, oral sex, creampie, vaginal sex, slight daddy kink, a bit of fluff & a little angst.

You weren't even sure what had triggered your self-image issues at the moment. Honest to God, you were just sitting in bed watching a YouTube video, pursuing the sidebar recommended videos when you started comparing yourself to other people.

It didn't matter if it was just a random ad or a promo for a TV show. You started sizing yourself up to all the actresses, models, and even some normal people. No matter who it was, you felt you couldn't compare.

Your stomach was too big. Your butt was too small. You were too short. Too plain looking. Hell, sometimes you weren't even sure how you compared to average. You didn't think you were hideous, but you forever felt like the ugly duckling. Like the potential to be beautiful was there. It just never blossomed. Or, like you sabotaged being pretty by not having enough restraint to eat better or lose weight. 

For once in your life, you wanted to be the bombshell. You were too weird to be the girl next door. You always fell into the quirky/cute and funny category. People fell for you once they got to know your personality, but you knew that never once had you stopped a guy dead in his tracks across the room. 

In an effort to make yourself feel smaller, you dug around for your massive old sweatshirt. The one you wore whenever you were feeling sad. The material had piled up in places, and it was starting to get holes in others, but the super stretchy material still felt just as big and cozy as if it was brand new. The dark eggplant purple color was also somehow soothing compared to the mostly blacks and grays of your daily wardrobe.

You had settled back in, deep in your own thoughts, when your partner entered the bedroom. You had been with Doctor Stephen Strange for a while now. Long enough that you had more or less informally moved into the Sanctum. You got to spend more time with Stephen and didn't have to pay rent. It was a win-win. The only downside was that you couldn't hide from him when your inner demons reared up. 

You didn't even realize he had been talking to you as he changed out of his sorcerer's robes and into his sweats for bed. It wasn't until he sat down in front of you and lifted your chin up to look directly at him that you realized you weren't paying any attention to a thing he was saying. 

"What's wrong, sweetie?"

You hated the genuine concern on his face. He spent his days literally saving the universe, and here you were trapped inside your own spiraling thoughts. 

"Nothing is wrong."

You said it while staring down at your hands. You were never good at hiding things from Stephen when you were face to face.

"Even if I wasn't a brilliant doctor, MD, and PhD, I know that's your 'I'm sad' sweatshirt. So something is definitely wrong." 

You closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to jiggle loose the thoughts that were waying you down. Not wanting to waste Stephen's time with your shallow worries. Yeah, he was your boyfriend, but he had plenty more vastly important things to do than talk you off a self-image cliff.

"It's stupid, Stephen."

"Don't care. You've listened to me say stupid stuff plenty of times. This just makes us one closer to even."

You rolled your eyes at him, and you knew he wasn't about to give up. Stephen was the most stubborn person you had ever met. In fact, his stubbornness was part of why he pursued you for so long before you finally agreed to go out with him. If he was set on finding out what was bothering you, nothing would stop him until you told him.

So after another moment of trying to get him off the topic, you finally relented and told him what had you feeling down. Shrinking down farther into your sweatshirt as you spoke, fumbling for the right words. Letting the cozy fabric serve as its own kind of armor.

"I don't even know what got me thinking it, but I'm just feeling down on myself. That there just isn't anything about me physically that is special. I don't think I'm ugly, I just don't get why you bothered to even give me a second glance. Let alone what keeps you interested. You are the great Doctor Strange. You are so hot, Stephen, and I'm just me. I'm just plain. I'm chubby with stretch marks. You are gorgeous. You could literally be with the most beautiful women in the world."

You could see him almost flinch when you called yourself plain and that you doubted how enamored he was with you. Even if he knew it was only a passing thought, he never wanted you to question his love for you. Ever.

When it took a few moments for him to say anything in response, you immediately started to take it all back. Not wanting to drag him down into your funk with you.

"See, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just having a bad night and -" 

Stephen cut you off with a passionate kiss. The kind of kiss that could make you forget your own name. Cupping your face in both of his hands before pulling away from your lips to place several more small kisses on your forehead and in your hairline. Gradually adjusting so he could pull you closer and wrap his arms tighter around you.

"First of all, I love you so much you don't even know. So don't think for one second I would rather be with anyone else. Second of all, I know that you don't necessarily see what I see when you look in the mirror, and you don't even have to believe me, but you are gorgeous. Do you not see that half the other guys practically trail you around like puppies? Rogers turns bright red when you smile at him, and it's a wonder Barnes and Wilson haven't followed you home like strays yet."

That made you laugh. You did know Steve had harbored a crush on you before you started dating Stephen. Tony had let that spill one night after a party. Both Sam and Bucky were such flirts all the time with everyone. Of course, they always acted sweet on you. You assumed it was just them or their way of being nice. You would have to pay better attention next time you saw them, though. Just to see. 

"If one of them does follow me home, can I keep him?" 

You squinted your eyes and pouted your lips at Stephen. You loved giving him a hard time, and he loved giving you one right back.

"Absolutely not. Even if they scratch and howl at the door all night long. I'm the only one who gets to keep strays, and that only applies to America. On a good day, maybe Parker."

You giggled and shook your head in agreement. America was definitely a great addition to your little family. It did lift your spirits a little thinking about all of that, but it still didn't leave you feeling better about yourself. 

Stephen could see the way you were picking at the skin on your hands. Like you were trying to pick away the self-consciousness or what you felt were imperfections. It was a habit he noticed you fell into when you were extra hard on yourself. So, in an effort to distract you and stop you from picking at your skin, he took one of your hands in both of his.

"Do you remember the day you held my hand the first time? Do you have any idea how terrified I was? I was terrified that you were suddenly going to realize how broken and ugly my hands are. How damaged I am, and realize just how below your own league you were dating. Still are, by the way, so maybe I shouldn't say anything. You are the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever met, inside and out. Every inch of you is incredible and perfect to me. I thought that before you even said a word to me, and getting to know you, and falling in love with you has only made me more sure. There is no one in this universe I could ever find sexier or more special."

"Tell you what, I have an idea..." 

Stephen stood up from the bed, moving over to shut the bedroom door. Throwing the lock, too. Now that you had a teenager running about the Sanctum, it was better safe than sorry. Then, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Setting it on airplane mode as he walked back over to you.

"How about I show you what I see? Give you some actual physical proof of how beautiful you are? A picture is worth a thousand words. I imagine some more revealing, naughty photos would be worth even more."

You chuffed at him and raised a questioning brow at his suggestion. 

"Stephen, are you seriously suggesting that I let you take naked photos of me as a way of making me feel better about myself? Are you sure that isn't just gonna make you feel better?" 

His signature cheeky grin was plastered on his face, and his bright blue eyes were twinkling with mischief.

"Can't it do both? Besides, you know I've asked before for something I can enjoy when I can't have you with me, and I think you look perfect right now. Already in our bed. Already cozy and dressed for bed. Few layers to take off. This is the you I want to see when I'm not here with you."

He came over to where you were still sitting on the bed. An extra swagger in his step and a grin because of the blush you were now sporting. He started to pull teasingly at the hem of your sweatshirt with the hand he didn't have his phone in.

"Come on, take this off. I want you to see how sexy you are. I promise I will let you delete them if you want, although I certainly wouldn't mind keeping a couple for myself, but I want you to see how you look when it's just you and me. Right here, in this bed. The version of you that only I get to see, at least I do hope it's only me. A woman who puts all those supermodels and Playmates to shame. Even first thing in the morning. A goddess if one ever existed, even with bedhead and morning breath." 

Layer by layer, you let Stephen slowly strip off your clothes and arrange you on the bed. His fingers and lips adoring every new inch of skin that he exposed before proceeding to take picture after picture. Lovingly caressing every spot you deemed less than perfect. Letting him talk you through pose after pose. Some were simple and basic, normal poses. Some a bit more sultry with little left to imagine. The less clothing remained, the more bold he got with your poses. 

As your impromptu photoshoot went on, he also tried to distract you from feeling self-conscious about your body coming into view. Sometimes, by making you laugh. Sometimes, by getting a goofy look on his face as he just kind of stared at you. Almost awestruck. 

"You really have no idea how much I fantasize about you, do you? How much of my day I spend trying not to think about you? How when we first started dating, I felt like a teenager trying to control his raging hormones because all I could think of was this. What it would be like if I got the privilege to get this beautiful, incredible woman naked in my bed. That I swore if I got you here, I would never let you leave. I hate that someone ever made you feel like you are anything less than gorgeous, whether in your ratty sad sweatshirt or all dressed up. Although, this, no clothes at all, is definitely my personal favorite."

You tried not to tear up at his genuine sweetness. You could feel your cheeks blushing at his statement, too. You buried your face into the pillow you were holding before softly turning and peeking out at him from the side. Only to find him waiting for the moment you locked eyes with him to take a photo. 

In a sudden burst of confidence, you bit your bottom lip and rolled onto your back. Letting the entirety of your body be on display. Laying back and resting your head on the pillow and stretching your arms up overhead, your legs spreading on their own. You closed your eyes and arched your back as you inhaled deeply. Like you were a cat basking in the warmth of the sun. 

Your mind was completely clear of all thought until you heard a stuttered breath from your lover. It was a sound you had never heard Stephen make before. It sounded like he was looking at a priceless piece of art or one of the seven wonders. He sounded like he was in awe. Like he was in awe at the sight of your body and your beauty.

You were about to dismiss his, what you were sure had to be, over embellished praise, but then you opened your eyes. You were rendered speechless by the look of utter wonder on his face as he let his cerulean blue eyes wash over every inch of you. For possibly the first time, you saw him really seeing you, and it melted any remaining self-doubt you had in that moment.

You immediately reached out to pull Stephen to you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him sweetly. Rubbing your nose against his and whispering loving thanks against his lips.

"Thank you, Stephen. I love you, and even though I don't necessarily see what you see, you always make me feel beautiful. Why don't we take a few pictures together, or maybe a video or two? Maybe I want something for when you aren't here too." 

Stephen's eyes darkened at the suggestion. You had your suspicion that Stephen had a bit of an exhibition kink. You had sent each other pics before, a short video clip or two, and sexted all the time. You knew the idea of filming the two of you fucking would intrigue him. A wicked smile found it's way to his face. 

"Oh sweetheart, you have no idea how many times I've thought of you asking that or that I've thought of asking. Are you really okay with filming us fucking? Of course it's just for the two of us. Sorcerer's honor. " 

Stephen started trying to fiddle with the phone, trying to figure out the best way to set it up to film the two of you. Finding it hard to concentrate after you started leaving kisses on his neck. Stopping to bite and suck at the spot just below his earlobe before continuing to whisper his darkest desires in his ear.

"Well, Stephen, actually the idea does get me a little hot. Maybe if the video turns out really good, a few seconds or minutes can get leaked to a naughty site or two. Anonymously, of course. I don't want to share you with any other woman, but I wouldn't mind showing off all the ways I worship you. Let everyone see how lucky I am. Maybe get some outside opinions of how we look together." 

Stephen's eyes practically rolled back in his head at the thought. He never would suggest it himself, but he kind of loved the sound of that. Of the world getting to see how good the two of you looked together. Of seeing how well you both fit together. How your bodies were made for each other.

He scrambled off the bed using the pile of books on the dresser to create a tripod to set up the phone. Hitting record and making sure the bed was centered in the frame before coming back to join you in the sheets again. He used his magic to strip himself of his clothes. If you two were going to make a sex tape, he was gonna put some extra showmanship in it.

You couldn't help but giggle as you reach your arms out towards him. Stepben didn't waste a minute before he started crawling up your body. Teasing and nipping at your bare skin and making sure to snuggle and rub his goatee against you. Your hands immediately grabbed in his dark brown hair, loving how soft and full it felt in your fingers. 

As your lips connected, you both groaned in pleasure. Your bodies grinding and rubbing. Letting your hands roam all over Stephen's body now that you had plenty of him to touch. You could feel Stephen's cock already erect between you. Truth be told, taking those photos of you had essentially acted as foreplay for him. He was ready to go by the time he was setting up the camera. 

You moaned when you felt his hard shaft slide against the crease of your hip, so close to your sex that was starting to ache for him. Your legs reflexively spread even more on the large bed, and your nails scraped down Stephen's sides. 

"Is there something you want, baby? Tell Daddy what you need."

A sly smile on his face as he spoke. Loud enough to make sure the camera heard. Descending back on you and starting to kiss your neck. Sucking a patch or skin into his mouth hard enough to ensure you would bear a mark the next day.

Your brain finally coming back into focus when he playfully bit the same sensitive spot. His bright blue eyes met yours, and he gave you a cheeky wink. 

"Come on, pretty baby. Don't get all shy on me now. Not after you let me take all those naughty pictures of you. Plus, this part was your idea, after all. So you better speak up."

A soft groan pulled from your throat as you arched your back and ran your hands up his strong arms. Letting your fingernails scrape along his shoulders. Leaving little red scratches marking him as yours. 

"Want you, Stephen. Want you to fuck me. Pretty please, Stephen. Fuck me like only you can, baby."

He rewarded you with a deep kiss, letting his teeth nip at your bottom lip before he started working his way down your neck. Stopping to whisper a "that's my good girl" in your ear before continuing down to your collarbones. Raising his voice once again so it would be audible on the video when he started speaking again.

"You know you are the only one I want to fuck right? This is the only body that gets me this fucking hard. Your's is the only pretty little pussy I dream about filling up every chance I get. Want you full of my cum all the time. Want everyone to know you're mine." 

You felt over the moon as Stephen started to kiss his way down your body. Stopping and spending a little bit of extra attention every time he hit a spot that elicited a gasp or moan. Making you arch your back to give him access to every inch of bare skin you could.

He momentarily popped back up to kiss your lips. Suddenly taking your hand in his and lowering it so you were cupping his hard length. Letting his hips rut forward as you started to eagerly massage his hard cock. Already moving to sit up, anticipating taking him in your mouth, only for him to push you back down on the bed.

"Nope, I'm not done with you, baby, lay back. Just wanted you to feel how hard you got me. Feel how much taking those naughty photos of you turned me on? And they are all mine to enjoy, just like my cock is all yours to enjoy."

With that, he promptly began working his way back down your body. Coming to rest between your thighs, pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Leaving small nips on the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh and rubbing his facial hair against your skin to tease you.

A soft "Stephen, please!" escaped from your lips as you impatiently waited for his lips and tongue to work their magic on you. Feeling your hips thrust on their own when you felt him blow against your wet cunt. Making your sex flutter and clench. One of his favorite sights. 

"Make sure you don't hold back any of those pretty noises darling, want to make sure everyone can hear. Look at the camera as I eat you out, baby." 

You followed his instructions and let your head turn to the side. Keeping your eyes open as you stared into the lens. Trying to fight the inkling of self-consciousness tugging at the back of your mind. 

Those thoughts vanished completely the moment you felt Stephen's warm tongue make its first pass through your folds. All you could focus on was the feeling of his mouth on you. The scratch of his goatee against your most sensitive spots. He was taking his time. Lavishing your cunt with long licks and sucking kisses.

Stephen was a perfectionist, and that translated into every aspect of his life. Including sex. His photographic memory helping to make sure he knew exactly what way to lick and suck at your pussy to bring you to climax in record time. Only using his fingers on occasion. He could get you there with his mouth alone. Tonight was clearly going to be one of those nights.

Your back arched as he suckled on your clit. Keeping your gaze locked on the camera lens. Making sure to give Stephen the sights and sounds he wanted for your video. A long moan falling when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you. Hitching your legs up higher and farther apart so he could go deeper while letting your hips start to rut against his face.

As soon as he could feel you getting close to orgasm, Stephen pulled away and pounced on you once again. Wasting no time before he started to slowly thrust his hard cock into you. His lips biting at your neck.

He growled when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock bottoming out inside you. Holding perfectly still and letting you start to squirm beneath him. Wanting you to beg him to move. 

"Tell me what you want. Want you to say it again. Say it to the camera, sweetheart. Tell them why you're whimpering."

Your face now contorted into a pout as you tried so hard to get any sort of friction. Stephen's hips pushed flush to yours, holding you firmly in place.

"Want you to fuck me, Stephen. Need you to fuck me hard. Make me feel good, daddy. Please make me cum. Please."

He smiled and kissed you deeply. Bringing his hands to cup your face and giving you another moment of sweet intimacy before he gave you what you wanted. Pulling away and pulling your legs up over his shoulders. Scooting you just a little so the camera would be able to see his cock stretching and filling you. Once he had you right where he wanted you he began thrusting. 

"You asked for it, sweetheart. You turn me on so fucking much. This is just gonna be the first time I make you cum tonight. I'm not gonna stop until you feel like a goddess. My goddess." 

You reached up to intertwine you fingers with his as he started fucking you harder. Leaning forward so your ass was slightly lifted up off of the bed and his tip was pummeling that sweet spongy spot on your front wall. Making you clench around him each time he hit it. Your voice coming out in little squeaks and the sound of skin slapping punctuating Stephen's movements. 

You could already feel your orgasm building when Stephen moved to bring one hand down to begin rubbing at your clit. Pulling his cock out long enough to smear some of your wetness on the swollen bundle of nerves. Your cunt immediately clenching around him as he started tracing small circles there with his thumb. 

"That's it, my love. Can feel you getting close. You better cum soon because I'm not gonna be able to hold on much longer. Wanna fill you up every day. Mark you as mine. Inside and out. Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum."

Stephen's own dirty talk getting the best of him. His head dropping down to watch his cock slamming in and out of your drenched cunt. Your pussy gripping tight around him sending him over the edge. His thrusts getting faster and his fingers on your clit mirroring his hips.

He let out a deep groan as he started cumming inside you. The feeling of his warm thick cum filling you triggering your own orgasm. Your cunt drenching his cock and his cum filling you completely. Your moans mingling in harmony with Stephen's. Your hands that were still clasped gripping each other tighter. 

Stephen's body falling onto yours and your lips meeting for slow, sweet kisses as your highs continued to ebb and flow. The sensations slowly fading as you came back down together. The feeling of Stephen's weight on top of you lulling you closer to sleep. All worries and neuroses disappearing and receding back into the depths of your mind. 

You were with Stephen, and Stephen loved you exactly as you were. He only had eyes for you, and he would love you no matter what. Even on days when you couldn't see your beauty, you knew he would help you to see it. Even when you didn't love yourself, he would give you enough love for both of you.

Eventually, Stephen rolled to the side and pulled you with him. Settling you under the covers and holding you close. Pressing kisses all over your face as you floated in the twilight space between waking and sleep. Not moving or pulling away until your breath settled into a steady rhythm that told him you were close to sleep.

Then Stephen stood up and went over to the phone. Stopping the recording and bringing the phone back over to the bed. Setting it down on his nightstand and purposely not setting his usual morning alarm. He wanted to sleep in with you tomorrow. He would deal with Wong later.

You were too exhausted to review the products of your photoshoot right now, but the next time you were feeling down or self-conscious, Stephen would be ready to show you just how beautiful you really were. If you still didn't believe him, maybe he would bring up the idea of an outside opinion like you suggested. You would have the world drooling over you, and he would get to gloat that you were all his.

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[thewriterg]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧’ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 chp.2

pairing(s); simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish x fem!reader, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!reader, john ‘bravo six’ price, werewolf!soap, harp crow hybrid!gaz, dragon hybrid!price, wraith!hybrid (?) ghost, phoenix!hybrid (?) reader

summary; easiest sail of your life or standing on the line of death

word count; 2.1k | chasin chaos masterlist

warning(s); monster au, dark twisted themes, normal cod violence, firearms, knives, combat, pinning (?), poly themes, death, r call sign is flatline, blood consumption, eventual smut, kissin, and language

A/n; We made it passed finals,

04:00 came too quickly for your liking you felt like you hadn’t got an inch of rest even if the feeling was nowhere rare nor new to you as you crouched near one of the normals you had decided to recruit for the mission the rest scattered all around the roof of the main building one eye shut another wide looking through the scope of your sniper a silencer attached to the barrel finger scattering to squeeze the trigger as the body of a shade dropped dead it was ironic you thought when you went over the file and quickly made your distaste known to the knock off shadows it was a second too late you were off your usual statistics even if it was pitch perfect to the average eye it was off to you

“Gaz what’s your visual?” You hear Prices gruff voice over your coms waiting out to hear the next move while your normals wait on your word you can see the harpy hybrid further away perched on a satellite talons digging into the disk his strong weighted wings perched well over his shoulder only for the fact you were looking for him because you wouldn’t of known he was there if you didn’t

“It’s sunny out, we’re looking peachy.” The rich warm skinned man replied trucker hat fixed fitted around the perimeter of his head protecting his eyes from the blaring sun that was beginning to set and when the new set of shades came to take over shift from their comrades to see a good chunk of them fallen the game of silence would be over and you’d be able to make noise

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“Ghost?”

“Heard. I’ll clear the rest of the way, I’ll keep things under wraps.” The wraith stood next to Soap back pressed against the side of a building gear all black and fitting covering all skin opposite of himself who had on a short sleeve, bulletproof vest, and cargo pants that dipped in the back from his well weighted tail his voice still carrying even through his hard skull mask and a hood that covered the back of his head along with his back side exactly what he would expect the grim reaper to the brunette thought pulling his bottom lip between his teeth

“Then clear the way. When there’s an opening, that’s your cue Soap.”

“Copy. I finally get to see ya strut ya stuff Lt.” The Scott grinned at his superior canines on full display practically gazing into skull even though the man didn’t requite the eye contact himself paying the sergeant little to no mind his own gaze focused elsewhere that being on his gloved hand the subtle sound of Velcro straps being undone a sound that the soldier didn’t quite focus onto

“Ain’t a runway Mactavish”

“No? Could’ve fooled m-” The small sound of fear mixed with ambition slipped from Johnnys lips blue eyes two times as wide and pupils shrinking twice in size when Simon snatched the thick fabric from his fingers nails slightly pointed representing claws even if they were shorter than your average hybrid with claws or talons the tips of his pale hand dark slowly getting lighter as it traveled up his arm shadows singing a similar sound to when you cracked open a two liter of soda and got the first cup even though the ‘fisssss’ and ‘shhhhh’s wasn’t the least of comforting to those on the opposing side when the brunette went to open his mouth the blonde denied the request before even looking it over

“Shut it.” He responds placing his hand deliberately over the worn reddish brown bricks smoking shadows gently traveling from the tips of his fingers before the brown eyes lieutenant applied more pressure veins straining against his flesh even though he felt no discomfort the amount of shadows doubling as they traveled up and around the building hissing gently as it went to soon cause chaos and destruction

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The site of shadows slipping through the floor of the enemy base was quite literally a smoke signal in itself as you see soldiers fall black wraps engulfing them the act of struggling to untangle themselves utterly useless it stunned you a little even though you weren’t yourself affected the sight of shadows out in the field was a sight in itself you fight a grin off your face settling for a smirk and make sure to mutter into your coms ‘show off’ before jumping down from the side of your building along with two soldiers abandoning your post the rest of six according to you headcount still cover ground from above but it’s not enough shades are crowding all around with guns that put hybrids down after one hit at least you knew now that they didn’t have any hybrids of their own forcing you to press your back against a wall after bullets fly past your temple one of your soldiers Red in the same position behind you and the other Tank crouching up against a wall across from you both you curse underneath your breath muttering into you mic

“Gaz, it’s flatline.”

“I know deity, what do you need?” The voice rings back not two seconds later and across the field Soap perks up the sign unfamiliar to him he’s interrupted before he can pounce on it

“Their coming faster than my privates can throw em, need a window to get my soldiers to the main building”

“Go now.” Ghost speaks up from beside the shadows on the wall are darker than before and their are even some slipping through the slits of his eye holes from his mask and when the lieutenant finally turn to face the sergeant his eyes are fully black and along with his eyes there’s shadows seeping from his covered lips this was more than the grim reaper this was death Soap didn’t know his expression carried shock until he went to grin almost unphased yet his voice told a different story

“Shit Lt… yer gonna be a tough act ta follow. But watch me alright?” The brunettes clothes begins to rip as he hunches over the sound of bones creaking and snapping as his canines make themselves known the act almost to swift for the blondes eyes to follow before he’s three times bigger in size ears shifted to sit almost atop of his temples, thinner coats of fur placed on the fronts of his arms traveling down to his hands yet not reaching his palms mohawk a bit longer and beard a bit thicker

“I’ll put on a good show”

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“Run they’ve got a wolf!” You move out of the shadows quickly watching shades scatter around as things clash and shake you take your window without a thought pushing until you’ve made into the building alarms blaring yet it’s fairly empty only few soldier remaining that you could see you give your sergeants a look signaling them over with a tilt of your chin and they obey

“For now, we’re one in sync.” They nod look of confusion shining beneath the look of loyalty as you hold your palm out placing it on the area of their foreheads until their faces is covered now mirroring yours the body of a bird sitting in between the area of your eyebrows and the beginning of the nasal bone the head resting in the middle of the forehead one wing stretching around the eye the tips of the wings burning red yet it’s inner body a bold orange and the other stretched over the opposite one tail kicking out to swing over the area of the cheek down to the chin a true sign of the phoenix

The three of you split Red takes out two shades with nothing but the wield of her fists the act of the neck bones cracking under her fingertips while Tank opts for his pistol no matter is its bashing the butt in someone’s skull or shooting a bullet between their eyes the shades don’t know what the hell hit them but it fucking hard as you walk down hallway your fingers drag alongside the wall and you stop gently at the sight of shadows crawling over the wall the timing is almost perfect as an unwanted crowd stand across from you before you can even open your mouth bullets spray your shoulder is grazed as the rest of them are suddenly stopped in mid air black smoke wrapped around them as you and the shadows interlink and hold hands

“You have, exhausted my patience.” You state lowly with a twirl of your fingers before sharply pinching the bullets into makeshift spears pushing them out with force the shades try to retreat but at the end they are still, lying dead on the cold cement floor a burnt red and orange bird mask covered face the last thing they see

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“Rats are jumping ship… keep a few alive we need the intel. Gaz, eyes on Soap?”

“He’s makin’ a scene in the center yard” The crow hybrid huffs out a chuckle a small grin resting on his face perched on a side of a building brown feathered wings spread across his back while the werewolf huffs a grin on his face before responding into his mic connected by the collar around his neck defending his honor to his lieutenant

“Not for nothin’. Destroyed the drive captain.”

“Good, get to the extraction point.” Price speaks up before dying out just as quickly while Gaz dives to the ground his wings strong going against the current of wind with a ‘swoosh’ and the canine baring hybrid didn’t stutter in steps making his way over to the harpy with a smirk before it dropped confusing the brunette as he inched towards the skull wearing lieutenant

“Haven’t heard from Deity Lt.” Gaz muttered eyebrows furrowed and Ghost’s shoulders are up and tense more than they were before and as he turns to switch on his coms Price beats him to it having overheard the harpy since he left his own line open

“Deity, what’s your status?” With not a slip of the tongue for you the captain repeated into the radio

“Deity how copy?” The complete silence on your end made them wary you weren’t an easy one to take down let alone to be took down at all so why the hell weren’t you answering your damn coms to your captains calls

“Deity” The wraith growled out now order direct and firm even if you were his downright equal you could hear the hulking echo slightly and before Gaz is taking off to cover ground from above they see the silhouette of your mask before they see you your feet a somewhat dragging behind you as you carry the weight of a three thousand pound missile over your back with a body hunched over your shoulder while you lug them both finally able to drop what you came here for, your mission you set the body on its feet staring sharply into its eyes Tank it was Soap recalled yet the position of the soldier standing up straighter with every passing moment until he was letting out a breath nodding his raven colored head of hair confused the Scott was he not just injured? Did he not just look like utter shit slung over your shoulder mere minutes ago? And was that blood smeared around his lips? The uncertainty of it all made him itch while Kyle was quick to come to your aid that you waved off before he could inch to close it confused him it was unusual to say the least I mean sure you’d roll your eyes to the point he’d tease they’d get stuck but outright refusing was rare he didn’t push it though chalked it as the adrenaline from the mission hadn’t gone yet

“Can you lug around three thousand pounds, half a mile” Your eyes were hooded yet sharp as you turn to question the mohawk wearing mutt gaze piercing through him that reminded him of a skull wearing lad and he stares at you for a second before cracking that grin nodding his head but you don’t spend an extra second before murmuring to your privates who go to regroup with the rest of their equals before you begin the walk trailing besides Ghost reaching to give him something that Soap can’t quite see before he realizes it’s a part of gloves when he’s shoves them over his fist the sight of you both with black hoods that sway behind your back the side view of the the Grim reaper and Phoenix was truly ethereal and by the look in Gaz’s eyes

He agrees

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I’ve been on break since Tuesday @ 2:30pm we’re gonna act like im not posting this on Saturday @ 9am 😊

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[tetsunabouquet]

Loved the interpretation and writing of my last request! If you dont mind, here's a new one. Tw! Anorexia

Gom with a reader suffering from severe restricting eating to the point where they passed out in public or private, your choice. Again, sorry if this is triggering.

A/N: Thank you for the compliment! Trigger warnings for the readers up in the request

Akashi

-Don't expect this guy to be surprised. He has been suspecting it for a while. -When you faint in front of him, his heart sinks in that ultimate, 'Oh no,' moment. -Actually has a minor panic attack. -Flashbacks to his mom. -He'll do everything he can to wake you up. -Once you're awake, he'll have food arranged for you and he's guilt tripping you to eat it. -"Don't make me lose another person that I love."

Aomine

-Has actually told you before about how you should gain a little more weight as he notices the thinness but doesn't has the intellectual brain capacity to suspect something like an ED. -When you faint, it still doesn't registers in his mind but he does immediately recognize that you needed something to eat. -Momoi is the one to tell him she suspects your disordered eating, and Aomine's heart honestly breaks at the news. -He is demanding you to tell him which stupid idiot convinced you that you were fat, so that he can beat them up right now. -You are honestly touched to see him be so angry and upset on your behalf, he is so pure with his praise and love for you. -Demands that you eat with him at the Maji burger at least once a week and that you try to finish the meal he buys for you.

Murasakibara

-Like Aomine, he doesn't has any suspicions regarding the behavior itself but he does notices you don't eat enough. -Murasakibara just cradles you confused in his arms as Himuro tells him what to do next as well as mention his suspicions about your restrictve eating. -Murasakibara honestly stares at you like you're an alien creature as he has to process the idea that people can hate food that much, thank god you're unconscious and you can't see his face. -He makes up his mind to be the person to cure you of that hate. -Dumps pretty much all candy and snacks he has on him on you the moment you wake up all the whilst giving you a look as sweet and pure as the candy itself. -He increases little habbits like feeding you, because clearly you need it.

Midorima

-Has been taking calculated notes of how much you eat, but is afraid of coming off too strong so he refrains from daring to ask the question. -When you faint he has the most perfect response ever, and manages to stay calm even though he is breaking down on the inside with worry. -Confronts you sternly but lovingly once you wake up, he only wants the best for you. -Reads multiple books on how to be a supportive partner. -Honestly he's adorable with how hard he tries to be there for you. -After the event, he prepares you a bento in the theme of your lucky item of the day, always. Even on the days you can't bring yourself to eat it, he doesn't minds and just hoped carrying the lucky item themed lunch brought you courage in different ways.

Kise

-Knows. Immediately. -As a model, he has far too much model contacts not to know about that dark side of the industry so he knows all the signs. -Is the only one to have confronted you about it before it got to the fainting stage. -Honestly he bawls like a baby when you faint in front of him, because this was exactly like he feared. -He manages to get the number of a great treatment program from another model that is combatting her own ED after you woke up again and got him to calm down. -Tries to feed you all the time whilst acting as cutesy as possible, full idol mode. Because he hopes it will do the trick. -He tries to uplift you by talking about his own insecurities, as being under the limelight does also open him up to scrutiny way more then the average person.

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[alilaro]

I have some Thoughts on Evangelion, and I'm hyperfixating right now, so here's a massive info-dump on it. Thank you and I'm sorry.

(trigger warnings for: child abuse, child death, gore mention, pedophilia, mental health, depression, suicide, and potentially more.)

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So, my take on the End Of Evangelion is like a 'Worst Timeline AU.' So what would've happened if Shinji had given into the crippling (justified) trauma and deepest depression of an abused, manipulated, and unfathomably damaged child soldier.

The way Misato constantly screams at him throughout the entire series to 'be a man' and pressures him to get into the EVA and fight literal biblical, kaiju-like angels.

The pressure of trying and failing to get a crumb of praise or approval from his neglectful and spiteful father.

The way people (and fans, tbh) get upset with him for constantly changing his mind. How if he doesn't pilot the EVA, either he or his friends could die. The pressure every adult puts on him. Or again, the absolute cosmic terror of just seeing—let alone having to murder these angels.

Of course, he quits all the time, he's 14. He's a child. An average adult with all the combat training in the world would easily do the same.

Yet he comes back again and again, because of the guilt, the self-loathing, the manipulation of the adults around him—

(who can have all the greatest intentions in the world, "the greater good", etc etc, and it doesn't change a goddamn thing that they are putting these children into death machines and treating it like if they dont do it they are selfish and worthless)

—that if he doesn't do it, his friends will do it and either they or others will die if it's not him.

Like, the point isn't that he can't make up his mind: it's the fact that even if he "gives up", he still keeps coming back, and putting himself before others, despite the grief, despite the pain, despite the trauma

A fourteen-year-old child refuses to stop getting up and trying. Which I feel is symbolic of the whole shows entire meaning, no matter how dark things are, how much you hurt, how much others hurt you, how you feel like nothing, and you want it all to just stop—the pain, the memories, the guilt, the crushing weight of complete utter depression—even as the darkest envelops you and holds you tight, you feel like you can never escape: there is ALWAYS a way out of it.

It's fucking hard, you will lose yourself in it, you will hurt so, so much—but eventually you can find your way out. Through time, through loved ones, through therapy, and more. It's never too late or someone is too far gone in their own despair that they can't be saved and brought back.

And that's not even mentioning the other children. Fans enjoy Asuka more than Shinji because she's got that quick, snappy, high-energy personality. She's overly proud and stubborn, and she loves to fight in her EVA. And Rei, she's the shy quiet girl (a Kuudere, even (didnt like writing that)) designed to be mysterious, and to speculate over. Who is she? Why is she so calm? Does she have a personality behind that demeanor?

But, just like Shinji, they are all child soldiers, and like him, they are products of trauma and manipulation by adults.

Rei, was made in a fool-hearted attempt to bring back Shinji's mother, Yui Ikari, by combining her remains with Lilith. What they got was Rei. An assimilation of Yui, Lilith, Eva, all combining into Rei Ayanami.

Her creators obviously had attachments to her, both having loved Yui before her death, and Gendo Ikari almost took her on as a daughter-like figure (Rei being the name he would've given to his child Shinji, if he had been born a girl,) and revoltingly even more than that.

But as the theme of the series goes, good intentions from adults mean very little, and often act as nothing more than an excuse for creating/doing inconceivably monstrous acts.

She is of course used as an EVA pilot, being able to manipulate her form into a 14-year-old. She is used as a tool. She is replaceable. She knows this. She has no desires because no one has ever cared enough about Rei as her own person to let her think for herself, asked her what she wants, her likes, her dreams, her fears.

Rei's entire existence at this point is to serve, and in an eerie way, the only thing she wants is to serve Gendo, because he's shown her the only breadcrumbs of "compassion" she's ever known.

And then Shinji comes along. Shinji has no idea what she is, only that she is another EVA pilot like himself. He speaks to her as he would anyone else. He cares about her, and her well-being as another person. Actual true compassion.

In episode 06, when Rei is hurt and thought to have died by Shinji, he pries open the hatch to her EVA, ignoring the scalding heat that burns his hands to do so. He finds her alive and cries, and she smiles for him.

This scene is an exact parallel that takes place before with Rei and Gendo (Shinji's father.) He pries open the hatch, scalding his hands too, and finds her alive inside. It's identical except for one thing: Compassion.

Shinji fights to free and help Rei, and when he sees her alive, he is overcome with relief that she, Rei, is alive. He is in tears, he tells her she isn't nothing, implying her life is worth something and people care about her.

When Gendo does it, he does it like a man trying to save a valuable asset. He sees she's okay, and mutters 'I see', and that's the end of it.

Again, in episode 23, when Rei actually dies and is replaced; she is confronted by herself (the Meta Rei, the Rei in her purest, most godly self. A combination of all her sense of beings,) and realizes that she is feeling, she is lonely, she is suffering, and for the first time she cries, and asks herself if this just for her love of Gendo, before sacrificing herself in death to save everyone—specifically shinji.

She is replaced by her many clones, but this time she regains some of her memories, her feelings, her anger, and she is more human now, less vessel, more soul. She is Rei.

In the End of Evangelion, we see the depths of Gendo's depravity. He wants his wife, Yui, back as she was, of course. But in the meanwhile, there's Rei. Rei who is part Yui—a substitute. He touches her breast, an attempt to merge with her, and moves his hand down further to rest between her hips, inside her.

Rei is as much his daughter figure and a child, as she is a part of his own wife, and arises from this: an Oedipus Complex. Gendo treats her as a disposable tool, yet holds Yui at his highest priority. She is his to do with as she likes. How many times has he used her like this? How many times has he committed these atrocities with this child behind closed doors?

Amongst everything else Rei is, she is also a victim of pedophilia.

And in her final moments, while he attempts to merge with Rei in a delusional attempt to bring back Yui, Rei becomes her own being. Rei puts her foot down and says no. She's had enough.

"I will not be a puppet for you to control."

She takes the hand of Adam, fully merges with Lilith, and becomes a God.

And what does she do with all that power? She takes it all, and gives it to Shinji. The one person that ever consistently showed her care and compassion, showed her love. Made her realize she is her own person, gives her the strength to realize her worth and refuse Gendo Ikari, and choose her own path.

Her choice can be argued as good or bad, both. But in the end it was REI's choice, and no one elses.

Asuka uses her anger and her fighting as a means to cope with a barbaric childhood. Her mother, Kyoko, underwent a Contact Experiment when Asuka would have been ~5 years old.

Kyoko survived, but lost her mind completely, thinking her real daughter was actually a doll, and leaving Asuka completely neglected by her mother, all whilst begging and trying to convince her that SHE was her real daughter, not some doll she clung to.

Meanwhile, her father was completely unaffected by this, and even had moved on with another woman (An affair that had been going on before Kyoko fell apart completely, the woman being Kyoto's doctor, that she knew about, and took place in their own home while both mother and daughter were present.) Throwing himself back into his own life with this new woman, and job, Asuka was left with nothing.

Asuka's mother finally snaps and plans her own suicide. She invites Asuka, and with nothing else and wanting nothing more than to be acknowledged by anyone, agrees to take their lives together.

As if all of this isn't bad enough, as a final blow, Asuka's mother takes her own life without Asuka, leaving a five-year-old CHILD to find her mother hanging lifelessly, betrayed and alone again.

Her entire personality isn't because she's 'cool' or 'bossy', its an unfathomably traumatized child, constantly in pain and unable to trust anyone, because she has been taught as an infant that she can not rely on the people meant to care for her, because her parents taught her that in the most brutal and disturbing way possible.

There's even reference to her trying to repeat her mother's suicide after disappearing from the fight, only to be found gravely injured and withering away in a bathtub.

She fights so hard to be independent because she refuses to let herself be hurt and abandoned again.

At the End of Evangelion, even when she is screaming and crying, bleeding to death after being speared through the eye, losing power, and being cannibalized alive in her EVA, she is still so desperate, so angry, that she refuses to die, swearing vengeance on her enemies through dying rattled breaths, and it isn't until she is bombarded with blades that she finally succumbs. And at the hands of NERV.

Again, she, and every single EVA pilot, is only 14 years old.

tldr: The series is about child trauma, children being turned into soldiers, the failings of adults around them, and the tragically brutal and real aftermath of the wreaks of havoc that would have on a child.

#I had to get this out of me because the loud fanbase for this show is fucking putrid #and also im hyperfixating and needed to get that out of my system LMAO #evangelion #neon genesis evangelion #eva #end of evangelion #evangelion shinji #evangelion asuka #evangelion rei #shinji ikari #asuka langley sōryū #rei ayanami #kyoko zeppelin sōryū #saiyū langley #gendo ikari #yui ikari

[darkleysgarden]

Asmodeus Facts!

As a lore person and Asmo lover, I present this.

I am willing to add more as I think of them or as they are suggested (with proof).

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1. As most people know: Asmo has canonically given Solomon hickeys before.

2. His favorite animal is a resplendent quetzal. (A bird)

3. Asmo unintentionally was a huge factor in the Trojan War starting.

4. Raphael used to scold Asmo a lot, causing him to dislike Raphael. He doesn't feel this way anymore.

5. He sleeps naked.

6. Asmo's biggest fear is turning ugly and essentially loosing all of his worth.

7. He can smell if people are romantically interested in each other.

8. He has had a face lift before.

9. A lot of fan mail is sent to the RAD suggestion box for him.

10. He is *surprisingly* not very flexible.

11. Has referred to Mc as his 'Bestie'. He and Lucifer have also said that he was madly in love with them. So... why not both?

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12. *TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*

He panics over gaining the slightest amount, down to a kilogram of weight or a millimeter more onto his waist. He also goes on diets and refuses to eat frequently. Satan has also stated that he's seen Asmo sneak snacks in the middle of the night. All of this implies that he struggles with an eating disorder.

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13. Mammon once found a 'crazy provocative' outfit in his room that was 'FULL of holes!' (Turns out it was one of his favorite outfits chewed up by moths!)

14. In the Celestial Realm he was known as the 'Jewel of the Heavens'. Simeon states that Asmo is still constantly trying to live up to that standard.

15. Y'know how some people can tie a knot in a cherry stem? Well Asmo can tie a butterfly knot!

16. Asmo's dyed his hair pink before and presumably still does on occasions.

17. Asmo is the one who paints all the brother's nails. And this is typically done with a paint brush, not the average nail polish brush.

18. He always puts on a face mask right before he goes to bed.

19. Asmo prefers smooth red bean paste over chunky.

20. He hates being cold and the downsides of winter, like dry skin. Yet, he does love the aesthetic of winter.

21. He doesn't like carrying people as he believes it will cause him to gain muscle. He believes he's more desirable thin.

22. When he first met Solomon, he was in the middle of crying alone at a bar. Solomon came up to him to ask if he was okay. This, and the rest of their conversations that night, eventually led to their current relationship.

23. He enjoys gossiping with Satan.

24. While most demons dislike uses of pacts, Asmo finds them heavily thrilling.

25. He admits to admiring Lucifer the most.

26. Asmo believes that he can always rely on Satan.

27. Asmo enjoys hanging out with Mammon and becomes proud of him for his accomplishments. Though, he likes teasing him because it keeps him on his toes and he believes that Mammon acts the most foolish out of all of them.

28. Demon's have to give their human pact mate something to allow summonings. Asmo gifted Solomon a gigantic oil painting of himself. It was notably his favorite 'selfie' at the time.

29. He is a dog person. He prefers big dogs to little ones.

30. He's never read the student handbook despite being on the student council.

31. Is actually pretty good at juggling a ball with his feet. Good enough to score 5th place out of the 15 characters.

32. Satan has allowed him to copy off of his homework before.

33. His birthday is May 15th, making him a Taurus.

34. He put together Levi's human world outfit.

35. He hates his true demon form, something Mammon often jokes about.

36. Asmo is the weakest brother in terms of strength. He gets worn out incredibly easily. (Maybe because of fact 12 and your refusal to gain muscle or weight. What am I going to do with you, love?)

37. A large amount of his fan base calls him 'daddy'.

38. He frequently teases Levi about having no friends.

39. Really good at rock-papper-scissors.

40. Doesn't really care what happens to him as long as he looks cute during. Even if it's a terrible curse.

41. He is an extremely emotional drunk. He will start sobbing when intoxicated in the slightest.

42. He is not ashamed about his own dirty mind. He even calls out Mammon for having one too.

43. Ass or Tits? Asmo chooses ass.

44. Doodles in textbooks. He even left a kiss mark in Solomon's once when borrowing it.

45. Lucifer practically goes, "Keep the door open" Whenever he catches Solomon, Mc, or anyone else hanging out with Asmo.

46. Isn't good at silly faces. He ends up looking gorgeous instead of silly.

47. Can be horrifying when angry. Beel is more scared of an angry Asmo than an angry Lucifer.

48. Mc is practically the first ever person to like him romantically and not sexually. He has said that no one before Mc has ever complimented his personality before, only his looks.

49. Loves bonding with his brothers even if they're completely opposite of him. He remembers more about Ruri-chan than any of the other brothers (hinted at) just because he actually cares to listen to Levi and bond with him.

50. What part of his body does he wash first when bathing? Well, you'll have to bathe with him to find out~

51. He held his first Asmofest/Asmo gathering 7 days after his birth. These are now held several times a month. He spends time with people he likes, usually drinking. Lucifer is present at most of them.

52. Asmo once wished to have 8 heads. His brother's made him give up on this dream.

53. Asmo requested that Levi write him a novel. This novel was called Space Pajama Party: The Great Beauty War. The hero of the stories name was 'The Hero'. The Hero is based off of MC and the character Atan is based off Levi.

54. According to Asmo, he looks best shot from the left at about a 40 degree angle.

55. It's highly likely that Asmo was the main designer for the guest/Mc's room. Comparing his room to the room, his influence is obvious.

56. He owns an absurd amount of clothes, beauty products, and bathing products.

57. He is terrible at remembering stuff about other people. He even failed a quiz about Solomon, who he considers himself to be insanely close to (This, presumably, does not apply to MC).

58. He works as an influencer on DevilTube and Devilgram. He also does designing. He designs products, clothes, etc. These designs are most notably shown at Majolish but can be seen all around the Devildom. He usually doesn't get paid in grimm for designing, receiving products, and samples instead. He says he prefers that in all honesty (He'd just buy the stuff with grimm anyway).

59. He used to be close to Belphie back in the Celestial Realm. Beel even said that Belphie was practically glued to Asmo's hip.

60. Asmo is the one who came up with the name 'Team Solomon'. Barbatos wasn't a big fan of the name.

61. He was implied to have fucked Santa Claus

62. Even though he is the shortest brother, he often looks taller because he wears heels.

63. Asmodeus knew of Solomon's horrible cooking skills before any of the others. When Solomon tried to serve everybody at the Demon Lord's castle, he purposefully didn't eat any of Solomon's cooking.

64. Asmo is really sensitive about his brother's compliments. One compliment from any of them could bring him to tears easily.

65. During the retreat to the Demon Lord's castle, Asmo becomes heavily affectionate for MC. One of the things he first does is inspect them head to toe, checking their ears, teeth, fingers, etc. This supports him saying that he wishes to know EVERYTHING about MC and potentially any other lover.

66. He doesn't like washing the dishes because it makes his skin rough.

67. To some peoples surprise, he is really good with kids. He even worked with them in the human world. Though, Satan commented that he wouldn't trust his kid with Asmo. He also often makes inappropriate jokes in front of Luke. But, he just shrugs them off and tells Luke that he'll understand when he's older.

68. Asmo enjoys "healing music"

69. (😏) He's a switch. He's quoted to have said, "I'll make you squeal for me!" As well as, "You wanna try some other spots too? Go ahead, I'm all yours." These are two of many lines that help imply this.

70. Despite what many think, he does have standards. He also is not appreciative of randomly being used as an object of beauty or sex. Though he's admitted that he can easily see the good in everyone and finds everyone a little bit attractive in their own way. He also says that he flirts with people so often because his happiness spreads to others and ends up making more people happy. So many people like him, because he likes so many people. Simple as that. But, this doesn't mean he will appreciate just anybody.

71. He didn't have an Asmo gathering for an entire year after the fall. His first one was held with MC as an honorary guest. Solomon couldn't make it.

72. He's implied to like fortune and horoscopes.

73. He doesn't like shopping with 'drab' shopping bags.

74. Asmo tends to photobomb and photo taken around him because he believes he is the most photo-worthy person/thing in the area.

75. He's seen to be unapologetic to any exes he has. He may even flirt with them despite them being annoyed with him.

76. Asmo is seen to heavily miss the Celestial Realm after falling. He repressed most of the feelings for awhile, but they overwhelmed him the first time he saw Simeon and Luke after everything happened.

77. He listed his pronouns on his FabSnap account as Fab/ulous

78. Asmo had trouble calling him and his brothers 'demons' instead of 'angels' for a while after falling.

79. He frequently calls Solomon 'his'.

80. He has a pair of flower earrings that he wears all the time.

81. Asmo, along with his brothers, have all experienced hate for being angels, ex-angels, and demons in different contexts.

82. He has an entire photo album dedicated to photos of himself as an angel.

83. Asmo is not only lustful, but has shown many signs of bloodlust. He even brings up ripping out MC's heart and tearing it open to see if they were telling the truth.

84. He openly admits to being turned on at random.

85. While his brothers fight over bathing order, Asmo likes to go have a nice long bath in his own bathroom just to taunt them.

86. Asmo is pansexual. Good for him.

87. He gets insecure if he doesn't get reassured of MC's love constantly. He texts demanding 'I love yous' and demands compliments.

88. Asmo likes to wear what Mammon calls 'skimpy underwear'.. (And more lingerie!)

89. He very rarely gets more than annoyed. Very rarely even gets annoyed. He isn't seen transforming into his demon form at all during the main story out of anger (And so far from what I've played in Nightbringer). Though, I have seen him transform once in a Devilgram, but he quickly calmed down in seconds.

90. Asmo thinks that drool is unattractive on a man (probably any other gender too, he didn't clarify). He often tells Beel this as a life lesson. (This also presumably does not apply to sex.)

New On May 15th:

91. Solomon has a very hard time saying no to Asmo

92. When giving out gifts, they frequently feature his face. If you're lucky, you may even find yourself with a nice new set of lingerie.

93. Asmo is good at singing, writing, and composing songs. Anywhere from a ballad to hard metal. He even sings live!

94. Solomon once gifted him bath salts made by an incubus. The affect of the charm was SO STRONG that Asmo had to drink an antidote made by Solomon. (It tasted surprisingly good)

95. Asmo is insecure about the fact that he is unable to use his charm ability on MC.

96. In Nightbringer, Satan says that Asmo is the brother he hates the least.

97. Asmo's favorite way to spend his birthday is with people close to him, not with big parties.

98. Asmo really dislikes bugs.

99. Asmo has gathered so many products that he can find something in his collection that works for people with completely different hair and skin from him.

100. He loves flowers, candles, soaps, whatever smell-filled things he can find. (Me who takes allergy medicine on the daily: bro you're gonna murder me the second I step foot in your room.)

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[imustbenuts]

Seadall, localization, food, EABS culture, and discussion of Eating Disorder. Trigger Warning.

tl;dr: Seadall is pandering to an East Asian Beauty Standard, technically does not have eating disorder, but is bordering on Disordered Eating, and both the writers and localizers know it.

Our first official male dancer of FE has a bit of a obsession over controlling his diet to a concerning degree. But is it actually an Eating Disorder? No, I don't think so. From my pov, this has everything to do with his job, a Dancer and the dreaded East Asian Beauty Standard (EABS).

EABS idealizes the fair skinned (asian colorism rAAAAGH), the lean and thin. Any level of fats or flaps are no good and is considered undesirable, or worse, a sign of one's gluttonous and even slothful character. IRL, that sentiment has become less pervasive, less judgemental and less awful than 10 years ago, but it's still around. Hell, it's in our Fire Emblems! Average out the body shapes of all dancers or even characters in FE and you'll see what I mean.

(are you in hell yet.)

This EABS is especially prevalent in 1 genre of media that comes pouring out of Japan and Korea... The Pop Idol scene. In Japan, the idol industry can be traced back to the 1960s, and though it has propped up the EABS, this standard's roots goes FURTHER back to even pre-colonialism era, to China and the Tang Dynasty where willowy female bodies were ideal. (That's 618-907AD.)

And when I say EABS, I will include the surrounding countries outside of Japan too. Similarities in culture and all that. Hence East Asian. (Don't be mistaken though. South East and South Asia also has to deal with this shit.)

But hey. I'm still talking about female EABS, right? Where does Seadall fall into this?

Uhhhh. Jumpscare. Surprise K-pop.

(ps i dont know k-pop as well so idk who these ppl are im sorry waaaaug)

Dancers and the Idol Industry

It's easier to see on the female side, but uh, that specific body shape is often achieved through extreme dieting. The body fat % is so low that the dancer's lower ribcage can be seen. Before shooting the dance or a performance, these idol's agencies will notify them to slim down to a certain goal, like say drop 2kg (4.4 lbs) or 4kg (8.8 lbs) in x time, and this is typical. Guys here are no exception.

Weight is manufactured. Looks to some extent (plastic... surgery....). The clothes too, are intentionally picked. Exposing the belly is common since it's the quickest indicator of skinniness.

But hey, I actually lied about the dieting part. It's not really dieting as it's actually straight up starvation, tbh. To lose that weight, the dancers/idols will often eat as little as some protein shake, a few fruits and maybe potato for fiber. Yes, it's as hellish as it sounds, and no, these people are unable to fully function with a calorie intake like this. Source for this claim will be in a video at the bottom of the post by youtuber chaebin n out, titled "How K-POP Destroys Your Body". So.

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Ok, but that's K-pop. What about J-pop?

Japan, where FE rolls out from, have J-pop, which is slightly different. J-pop idols also suffer from EABS but afaik it's not as extreme. Many contemporary J-pop idol groups like Atarashii Gakko!(left) and Babymetal(right) also Do Not make thinness a major selling point with their costuming. This is usually done through hiding the midriff, where belly fat most easily forms. (EABS is still in effect though, don't be mistaken! There could be just as extreme cases out there I'm not aware of ;_;)

So it seems like people kind of agree that obsessing about weight and developing body image issue is messed up.

Hopefully now I've established what is going on irl for Seadall's influences, and what is considered normal or extreme. Relatively anyway. (I hate EABS so much hhggr)

Let's detour to...

Food! Staples! What's normal?

An average meal in Japan consists of a variety of veggies, tofu and a serving of protein, which results in lower fat intake. Also, RICE is a major staple in these meals, so assuming the writers are approaching it with the best intentions, and how Engage's normal might appear to native Japanese audiences, JP Seadall's worry only seems to be on oily food intake and is not overly concerning to me.

In fact, here is an example of a staple set meal (teishoku) I ate over there last December. Yum yum:

Overall a very lean meal. So it's likely Seadall eats something similar-ish and not just greens.

Another important point is that in (East) Asia/Japan, oily food is seen as unhealthy and contributes greatly to cholesterol. This aversion to oily food is driven somewhat by EABS and... Health. I also promise most people are actually chill about this. ...Most people! Meat is yummy! Gyukaku and Ikinari Steak is popular and popping! That's why Seadall likes it after all.

So this is where Seadall's writing starts to contrast. For the most part in the EN version, he only worries about meat. In JP, it's technically oily food, which meat falls under, and he's worried about putting on weight.

Why the extreme worry tho...?

The logic for why all these matters so much to him is this: if a dancer is surrounded by other dancers who are reinforcing this EABS (mirroring the standards of the real world), then their only choice to stay relevant and keep their job is to commit to the same dietary choice and uphold the same EABS, or even have a EABS outperforming the standard.

Because a Dancer's job, or rather, Seadall's job is to pander to people's ideals of beauty. Hence his supports where hair and skin and food becomes a topic.

If he fails the standard, according to the J-pop and K-pop industry, he kind of fails at his job. Is it fair? Fuck no, but no matter what opinion we may think of the standard as outsiders, it remains that there is a LOT of social conditioning and manufacturing going on leading to... all of that. I scream too. I scream a lot, internally.

So what does Seadall look like to someone in this East Asian sphere...?

To the writers credit, they do push for Seadall to indulge more food that makes him happy for at least his mental well-being through the other characters.

This also happens to fall in line with Engage's low key theme of cherishing the moment.

With all I've explained, Seadall might come across as warning to those who over-worry about oily food consumption and trying to pander to an EABS to... chill the fuck out. That it's ok to just go eat some delicious yakiniku if you want to! Go off! If a female character who is concerned with this comes across as too vain, then let's have a guy do it and hope the point lands for the (potentially female) players.

And with all these missing context, it's very easy for one who isn't clued into this sphere assume that Seadall has some eating disorder or that the writers are advocating it. I don't think that's happening here at all. The localizers likely are aware of this missing context and have toned it down several levels for EN release. Wise move, tbh.

(progressiveness can be relative btw. something to keep in mind @_@)

So, is Seadall coming close to some kind of Disordered Eating? Possible. From what I see I think the writers are trying to push Seadall away from it, and trying to stop it from becoming a full blown Eating Disorder. Personally, again, I don't think he has an Eating Disorder.

However! Your Mileage May Vary. I only hope for my opinion and understanding to help inform others, not override it. What's normal for me isn't for everyone, and vice versa, but it's important to remember where Fire Emblem originates from.

And here's the last thing I promised: the video essay if you really want to dive into it:

And that's about it.

Hope this was interesting! Thanks for reading. 😄

EDIT: the Chinese net sphere is the exception to all of this, EABS is especially bad there

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[suhjihanma]

☩ 𝕰𝖈𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖘𝖞 ☩

(Master list tag) - ☩Kink (4) : Drugs / Gunplay ☩Word Count: 1,899 words ☩Pairing: Kisaki Tetta / Shuji Hanma / Female!Reader ☩Content Warning: Gunplay and gun kink, mentions of drugs, alcohol intoxication, mentions of drug use, fellatio, intercouse with replacement of object, threesome, characters under the influence, mind-fuck, fear play. ☩Author's Note: Thank you tumblr for hiding my shit. Minors and ageless blogs do not interact. This story might contain triggering content. Another story is done. This was supposed to be written for day five, but I skipped yesterday since I was out with friends yesterday (and I was tipsy). Promise that I'll do two stories for this Saturday coming. So, apologies for my stories being out of order. Also, Tokyo Revengers Season Three is out. Rejoice. It's been so long since I wrote for Tokyo Revengers, I miss you guys. I think I had too much with this. Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

Two arms were gently wrapped around you. 

One arm felt more warm to the touch, tender-like, while the other copied the same body warmth. By the hands, one metal piece was holstered to fingers idling across the trigger while the other hand traced circles lazily across the cheeks brazen with slight redness. 

You don't know how in the world you got yourself in this situation with these two men.

Granted, they've always got themselves in bizarre situations where you question their sexual gratification. Captivated by their interests, you wonder how the average female would present her interests. A tail between her stiffened legs would gain a reaction as she heard about the interests that both men played in the bedroom. 

And a good play at that.

Some might place the blame on alcohol imports, specifically more related to Belvedere, and a few undisclosed pills that might have been improperly pressed, still the ravaging effects of being in your drunken stupor became more heightened as the sense of fear presented itself in the spotlight. A damn was less given as your body now squirmed briefly underneath their warm arms, making its absence known as the cold weapons being placed against your face. Protests awakened as the piece was now placed on your lips. The possibility of them being trigger-happy while under the influence was approximately slim, then again the remaining conscious that you had realized that acting under intoxicated stupidity was more than enough to get your head split across an expensive bedroom. Eyes glossed over fear as you looked over at both men. It was difficult to remain focused. The sense of reality became crumbling down as a warm feeling that felt like a hug was engulfed through your body. Visions of the two men become more heightened as you stumble out for words. Words that used to have meaning were now more or less scrambled with coherent phrases. 

You didn’t know what you wanted.

 How rude of these men to be teasing you in a state of weakened vulnerability. How dare one of them trace the barrel between thighs and have it lined towards your exposed sex. Looking downwards, you see the barrel tracing the opening of your folds, prying the opening of your vagina with the success of secretions decorating the dull, darkened metal that was etched beautifully in handcraft. 

“You can take a gun better than you can take a dick, huh, baby?” Hanma laughed before a familiar weight was pressed against your lips. As your mind carelessly wandered, so did the actions of what was going on. You knew there were lips pressed against yours, you knew that a tongue was forcing itself to intervene with your tongue. 

Did I take more than one pill? 

Were there even guns to begin with as we chatted over drinks?

Why does everything feel so fucking good right now?

 Questions rot your drugged brain as you find yourself reaching to one of the men that hovered over your body. A body that was heavily intoxicated with the sense of fear, pleasure, and hallucinations, your hands began to wonder over Kisaki. The hands drenched in sweat began to mix with his body above you, appreciating the structure of his lanken body that inhaled and exhaled ever so deeply as each moan pried from your lips. As to question why you were moaning, you couldn’t fully explain. Contradicting yourself can be considered an understatement, as you are now reaching out to questions that don't have answers in your drugged stupor. Your hands now reached to the exposed cock that was facing in front of you. Everything seemed so fast from the time that Kisaki was helping you unfasten his pants and well-designed buckle. Pants and huffs were all too present in the fast pace of it all.

Everything was suddenly going fast, yet time was moving slowly.

“I wan- I want.” The words couldn’t complete a full sentence as Kisaki above you guided your head to his well-endowed cock. A small hiss escaped from his mouth as he entered himself inside the walls made of warmth. Of all the times you were reluctant to take him, you were grateful that he showed patience as you babbled out nonsense. Granted, Kisaki wasn’t a man of notable patience yet, doped up women were an exception to sexual matters. 

Kisaki shushed you as he now grabbed a fist full of hair from under you, a muffled scream was let out as you sloppily bobbed your head, whimpers of gratitude were now present as the salted weight of his girth now began to produce small amounts of precum. Either the screams or muffled cries were an absolute turn-on to this man as he continued to thrust himself inside your mouth. Curses and grunts highly encouraged. 

“I know what you want, baby.” Kisaki grunts out before gently placing the barrel of the gun on the top section of your forehead. 

“No teeth.”

The cold tip sends a nervous chill throughout your sensitive body as you look up at him with fear in your eyes along with a dick in your mouth that's aching for a quick release, silencing the pitiful pleas that murmured from your occupied mouth. Kisaki could almost describe the scenery as embarrassing. The man overlooked you with haughtiness as he forcefully pressed the gun deeply against profusely sweating skin. You drunkenly contemplated Kisakis’ next move until your eyes closed tightly shut, small tears forming at the corner of your eyes. The coldness underneath was now penetrated towards your sex, another muffled cry was let out in response as the gun moved slowly inside of you. The twisting and turns grew to be nauseating as the effects were slowly beginning to wane. The foreign object that was being penetrated inside something that needed more made you want it even further, deeper, just anything that would satisfy strunged-out hunger. 

“A possibility we might add this to your toy collection. Keep fucking yourself on my gun,” Hanma jokes in front of you as he continues on with his thrusts, ones where they became out of rhythm that made you sigh and wriggle out of frustration. 

“Yo, Kisaki, is there a way we can preserve pussy juices on a gun? She is soaking my gun like crazy.” Hanma starts to laugh again before continuing with his unforgiving thrusts. Kisaki looked at him with eyes glossed over with pure hunger for sex, the well-attached mind not fully breaking from the continuous warmth that engulfed his cock. The man’s words of choice broke his concentration for a moment before sighing out in exhaustion.

Like a parent dealing with a child’s antics. 

“Why do you always say the most idiotic shit?” Questions Kisaki before looking over at you. His eyes were now looking over the endowed breasts that bounced from each thrust that came from Hanma’s thrusting underneath. One curse word slipped out of the man as he looked over at you again before holding the grip of hand more rough, almost causing you to slip away from the cock in your mouth. 

“Fuck”, A prolonged word dragged through his deepen voice as Kisaki came down your throat. No heed of a warning. You felt him twitch from the muscle contractions, that along came the saltiness and warmth of his cum reaching the back of your throat as you hungrily swallowed every drop. You continue your drunken ravish as you greedily wrap your tongue along his head, gently cleaning the opening of the tip before running your tongue on every visible vein that was present on his skin. It was either the lingering effects of drugs or alcohol, or it could have been the urge to want more pleasure as you wanted to take Kisaki whole. The heaviness of Kisaki dwindled as you opened your mouth. His cock slowly came from your mouth in a slight bounce. Your mouth grew from a sigh to a whine as the familiar coil was suddenly about to break. Time was of the essence as you looked over at the man that was continuously fucking your face, and also at Hanma in front fucking you with his gun. As your body reached its climax, nerves were singing through blissful peace. While they screamed of peace, you screamed out in pleasure. Several things intensified your high, yet the feeling of a drugged out orgasm was nothing more than being God in a falsified heaven. 

More than likely, the doped out feeling grew to be intense as your hips bucked to the motions of the gun that Hanma held in between your weakened legs. He couldn’t help but smile at the state that you were in. Once he recognized that you were satisfied about how much of a mess you made on his gun, he placed one of his fingers against your slickened folds. With fingers now laced with the orgasm you gave on yourself, Hanma places your wetness across his tongue, licking off each digit of his contaminated fingers. You whimpered and closed your eyes. Exhaustion soon gets the best of you, as you enjoy the false scenery of colors dancing across your eyelids. The visions that hit across your closed eyes became woven with the heightened sounds around you. The sound of heavy breathing becomes more plentiful as you enjoy the debauchery of the afterglow. That is until you hear a click.

Your eyes widened as you looked over at Hanma still in front of you with his gun still inside of you. Hanma’s fingers wrapped against the trigger and a cold sensation flew across your body. The effects of everything were now starting to wear off as you looked over at him with a blank-written stare. Thoughts were at a standstill as you looked over at him in complete awe. You didn’t know what to do as you finally shifted your body to the left, gathering what just happened.

The man above you smiled softly and patted the front of the barrel to your still-slick sex.

“There’s no bullet in here. I'm just fucking with you.” Hanma chuckled.

“Quite, literally,” Said Kisaki above you, his words of choice growing from a joking remark. “Still, the drugs that Sanzu gave us were intense.” Looking over the leftover pills scattered across the table, one of his free hands mindlessly rubbed the front of his forehead as he looked over at you with a gentle smile. 

“Still, you were really out of it.” Kisaki's eyes wander across your body pooled with shock laced with sweat and then towards the man in front of you. A smirk oversees the soft smile from earlier. You knew that smirk of his read nothing but trouble, but curiosity was going to kill you in the most brutal way possible. For what it’s worth, both men could do this all day with their sadistic tendencies. As submissive as you were in front of them, the fearfulness of it was steadily lurking at bay once the man in front of you nibbled against your ears, causing you to weep out from the sensitivity. His voice longed for honey and venom as he continued while suckling gently at the earlobe. 

“Then again, you would be more out of with our powder supply. Want to try it while we’re balls deep in you?”

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[maginxlia]

Starring Nanami, Gojo, Toji, Geto, Choso, Megumi, Yuuji and Ryomen Sukuna in The Horrid Dinner ✰ The Headcanons

Rated R

Contains Foul language, Suggestive Themes and Hints of Violence

Trigger Warning ⚠️ None Really

Dictionary❤️‍🔥Y/N for Your name

No Pronouns up in this bih

Woah Baby, This One Got Big Cast line up❤️‍🔥 This Came to me when I was driving and I just have to write these headcanons❤️‍🔥 Thank you for all Love and Support ❤️‍🔥 I appreciate y’all so much ❤️‍🔥 Much Love Boos!

Masterlist

A coworker invited your mans and you over to their place for Dinner, It’s only polite to accept the invitation, right??? The Worst that could happen is a wasted night, Right?? WRONG They tried to sell you products and the Food They cooked looked like Mush and smelled like Tush. It's Revolting. How does your man react to such a disgusting sight?? Let’s Find out

Nanami Kento

✰ Nanami loves any moment to meet people in your circle so when your coworker promised a black tie event, he was happy to attend

✰ You both walked in looking like tens, Hell Nanami even made a soufflé for everyone but disdain soon hit y’all faces, this wasn’t a black tie dinner but a marketing scheme recruitment

✰ Frustrating it is but since your other coworkers is also here and They have bottomless top shelf Bourbon; Nanami and you decided to stay for a little while

✰ As you mingled and talked with your other coworkers about the pure audacity of y’all coworker fooling y’all, Your man was right beside you looking handsome as ever

✰ The presentation started and they was trying to recruit y’all into joining their weight loss herb family, For only 2,000 dollars you can buy in and be on your way to selling a miracle product

✰ Nanami watched the poorly made videos while drinking enough bourbon to drunken the average man

✰ You can only tell Nanami had a surplus amount of liquor by how flush his cheeks are but he’s still able to drill your coworker on this “Miracle Herb” so hard that they finish up the presentation earlier than they expected to

✰ They brought out the dinner and boy it’s a mad experience, The food smelled the room up plus it wasn’t recognizable at all

✰ Your other coworkers was all looking like at each other with what the hell expression

✰ Nanami was puzzled at what was before him, it looked nothing like your coworker tried to said it was

✰ He already knew y’all couldn’t eat this, hell he can’t be off of work with a severe stomach bug

✰ Simultaneously everyone excused themselves from the table while thanking the hosting coworker for alright night

✰ As you drove home Nanami started laughing about he couldn’t believe the nerve of your coworker trying to get y’all to invest in their unproven weight loss herb after they lied to get you all there in the first place

✰ Nanami do feel bad for you, your kindness was taken for a ride and that truly hurts him

✰ Needless to say that coworker didn’t have shit to say to you any more

Gojo Satoru

✰ The News about the Invitation to dinner Shocked Gojo, The same coworker who always been a issue invited y’all to dinner?? It’s suspicious

✰ You were excited thinking this was their way of apologizing and being kind

✰ In truth Gojo thought going to your problem coworker home for dinner was a awful idea but He kept that shit to himself

✰ See Gojo remembers All the pranks, Rumors and Skullduggery your coworker pulled on you before and he really don’t like them himself

✰ The night of the dinner your coworker was incredibly Kind to you both, Holding pleasant conversation until they started talking about how they wanted you to buy in and be a part of their huge makeup selling family

✰ They started to show off the makeup you would be selling if you join up while bragging about profits but little did they know this surprise recruitment about to go sideways

✰ Gojo: Is this makeup sweat proof???

✰ Your Coworker: I mean yes but sir You’re not supposed to work out in makeup, it bad for your skin

✰ Gojo: I didn’t say anything about working out! I meant is it intimate activities proof?? You know what, Babe can you please put some of this sweat proof makeup on so we can test it out?? We’re going to the car and putting this makeup to the test! Should take a hour or two depends all on the mood and if Y/N wants a encor-

✰ Your coworker agitated: That won’t be necessary, the makeup not even waterproof. I lied so can you please be quiet

✰ Gojo: Aww :(

✰ After this ordeal Your coworker rudely brought out the food which didn’t look or smelled like food

✰ Gojo Geniunuely : You sell compost too??? I’ll take several bins of your compost

✰ Your coworker: Get Y’all asses out my house NOW

✰ Needless to say the moment y’all asses made it outside You was laughing your ass off

✰ Gojo made you being fooled worth it in your book

Geto Suguru

✰ Geto time is precious but he’ll do anything for you including going to your coworker place for dinner

✰ Walked in with his “I’m only here for Y/N” face; old rude ass

✰ He was ready to leave the moment they said something about a small seminar?? ✰ Before the food?? They are really trying to sell y’all shit by inviting y’all asses to a fake dinner?? He’s heated

✰ Holding back words like unsupiorour sacks of filth he watched the seminar but the shade was present

✰ Shit nearly hit the fan when your coworker tried to put some of their hair taming product in Geto hair, you never seen his eyes look so wild tbh it was kind of hot

✰ After they saw how pissed he was they backed off and decided it was dinner time

✰ The food looks and smell absolutely nauseating

✰ Geto wasn’t even going to eat their cooking anyway but he mad they fooled y’all and took advantage of your kindness Plus they look dirty too; this is just too much

Geto going through all his emotions at once and it showing, He’s trembling

✰ Geto: Did you just serve us fucking pig slop to Eat??? You dirty parasite, I will des-

You grabbing his hand stopped his murderous wrath, This is about you not him and it calms him

✰ You was the one who spoke up about leaving, breaking the awkward hostility

Grabbing your things and your man arm you bid your coworker farewell and thank them for the experience

✰ Once in the car Geto apologized to you for being so rude and out of pocket but you reassured him everything was alright

✰ Pizza and movie binge will be the way y’all top of the night bringing a wonderful end to a fucked up situations

Fushiguro Toji

✰ When you get told Toji about your Coworker inviting you two to dinner, he wasn’t pleased but of course he still agreed to go with you

✰ He already dislikes this coworker from the fact they pulled some shady shit on you before

✰ Walking in to their home, Your Coworker pushed pass Toji to embrace you in hug; stepping on Toji foot in the process. Strike one

✰ After the foot crushing and hugging your coworker started up about some inexpensive perfume they was selling pulling y’all into a horrible presentation

✰ Toji is intimidating, His demeanor and his aura literally says don’t fuck with me or mine but this didn’t stop your coworker from spraying him with their stinky cheap perfume for two hours straight. Strike Two

✰ To the untrained eye Toji facial expression Is chill but you can tell he’s pissed beyond belief

✰ When they finally brought out the food Toji couldn’t believe his eyes, nose and ears

✰ You watched Toji lift the plate and look under it Then he looked over his shoulder for Kutcher because this has to be a prank

✰ What. The. Fuck. Toji is pissed, All manners he came in with let the building the second that plate touched the table

✰ He doesn’t even want to ask them what its supposed to be, It smells like shit and he's not eating it

✰ While he's dealing with the overwhelming thoughts that is hitting him all at once over this stinking and ugly food; all he can remember is that he could be at home right now with good food in his belly and you between his thighs and boy is he mad now

✰ He pushing both of your plates away before you try any of this ugly food and get sick from it

✰ Toji doesn’t give a fuck about your coworker feelings, His night is ruined and he wants out NOW

✰ Toji: Y/N let’s go, This nasty shit making my stomach flip and flop.

✰ If you say you’re not ready to go Toji getting up and slamming doors as he walks to the car to sit in it Steaming

✰ But if you leave with him?? He’s going to complain about the experience all the way to nearest fast food joint Because mans still Hungry

Ryomen Sukuna/ Yuuji Itadori

✰ Sukuna was adamant about not going and wasting time even though our sweet Yuuji is willing to waste a night if it meant making you happy

✰ When y’all pulled up in front of your coworker’s place Sukuna warned y’all the food cooking smells horrid but Yuuji ignored him After all Yuuji didn’t smell anything and Sukuna was loud about how he wanted to be anywhere but here; His word can’t be trusted

✰ Walking in your coworker home they automatically started their spiel about a time share and how you can buy in to their not really beachfront one bedroom condo

✰ They tried to sell it hard too and Yuuji was asking questions like he actually was interested (With his broke ass)

✰ Yuuji was so sweet to them while you was getting mad because your ass got fooled

✰ After Yuuji told them about his poor credit score (Thanks Sukuna!) and the fact he’s monetarily challenged, They decided to bring out dinner

✰ The food before you smelt absolutely unappetising and the appearance was nauseating

✰ Yuuji was alarmed but his hunger unwavering and since he’s built different he took a spoonful of what he thought was yams; mans started into a deep coughing fit

✰ Right before your eyes you watched Yuuji turn into Sukuna

✰ Sukuna flipped The table sending food, Plates and silverware all into your coworkers carpet

✰ His eyes darted right to your coworker’s with bloodlust

✰ Sukuna: First you bored me and now you tried to poison my vessel with garbage sludge you called food?? Time to die

✰ Your coworker pissed themselves as Sukuna walked towards them, Only stopping when you wrapped your loving arms him and softly placed your head on his back; You calmed the raging storm that you loved

✰ Sukuna looked at your coworker and only huffed as he walked passed them and exited their home

✰ Your Coworker breaking the silence between you two: What The Fuck was that??!??

✰ You: You know Venom??? My boyfriend living The Movie Btw don’t call the cops cause I really don’t want him dirtying our place up with their Blood. Sorry about the mess, See ya at work.

✰ From what you heard Your coworker quit their job and moved far away right after this incident , oops

Choso

✰When you first told him about y’all Invitation to dinner he was excited, He knows you want to make a good impression and he’s always willing to go the extra mile for you

✰ Even when your coworker said dinner would be after they show you all videos about the face tightening cream they was selling, Choso was still sweet and kind

✰ Y’all sat there for three hours waiting for the food while your coworker kept yammering about their snake oil cream

✰ By the time they decided to bring the food out both of your asses was numb for sitting too long

✰ The food they placed before you wasn’t worth your suffering, Corn was unrecognizable and slimy; Food looking antique

✰ Y’all politeness is about to be the death of y’all smh

✰ Choso really debating about the rudeness of not trying this food while you’re streaming about getting conned out of your night

✰ Out the corner of your eye you see Choso eating what your coworker called the “Scrumptious” chicken roast (Which didn’t resemble chicken at all btw) all you can do is watch your poor man face slowly turn green and him get sweaty

✰ Choso has contacted salmonella

✰ His stomach is weak and he’s terribly sick sitting at the table while your coworker has left the scene

✰150+ years and he’s about To be taken out by something called scrumptious chicken roast wtf

✰ The ride home was rough as hell baby for the both of y’all

✰ You had to nurse Choso back to health but he’s the most loving patient ever so it’s not so tedious

✰ Choso was out for a entire month and his poor tummy still gets upset at the thought of what he had to endure

✰ This experience bought y’all closer

Fushiguro Megumi

✰ Our King Megumi inherited his fathers hard to read expression, He look pissed even when his head empty

✰ Is happy for you when you first told him about your new coworker because he see them as a potential new friend for you, He’s always busy and his friends is busy too

✰ So he’s trying his best not to walk right back out of the door with you when he saw your coworker living room turnt into MLM presentation

✰ videos with generic music and quality giving 2009 YouTube video filmed on iPhone 2

✰ Your coworker was ready to sell y’all home warranty plan for the cheap one time price for 3,995 dollars, All appliances covered!

✰ Megumi eyes said clearly he doesn’t believe this bullshit and he hate they lied to you to pull into this shit

✰ He’s looking over the contract and reading the fine print while they continue flapping their gums about how much the warranty covers

✰ Megumi annoyed: Your contract says the warranty doesn’t cover the appliances, only the copper wires??

✰ Your coworker: You read the fine print???

✰ Your coworker was visibly shaken and decided to end the sale effort then and there, time for dinner they said

✰ The food they presented to y’all reeked like hazardous waste and the appearance was hideous enough to make a hungry man run away

✰ Megumi fighting back the urge to be rude so hard and he’s losing

✰ He whipped out his phone and started ordering food for pickup because it would be a cold day in hell a scammer costs y’all to catch E.coli, Manners be damned

✰ After he was done ordering he asked you was you ready to go or not and he waited for you to get up from the table before he got up because he wasn’t going to leave you alone with this fooled

✰ When you got into his car Megumi asked you was you okay and could you please not associate with that coworker anymore??

✰ The rest of y’all night is spent with Good food, Horror movies and Megumi head in your lap looking up at you

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[ninja-go-to-therapy]

Dismantled Chapter Nine

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not completely happy with this one but also i do this for free and for fun so im not gonna stress about it

Trigger Warnings: mentions of dying, panic attacks, PTSD, also the muzzle™️ gets brought up

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Something was wrong with him. 

Anytime he so much as thought of his brothers, of his previous life, he was plagued with a panic that rivaled being dangled over the edge of a cliff, raging waters crashing against the rocks below. More than a moment of thinking about it would have him falling, dying dying dying, body crushed, drowned, and destroyed. 

He couldn’t for the life of him figure out why it was happening. Was this seriously a result of his… what, trauma? Sure, he’d figured he and his brothers all had issues (oh god, oh god don’t think about them just stop thinking about them it hurts this hurts so bad please stop—), but he’d never thought them to be this bad.  

Maybe all their unsupervised adventures and hero stuff really had taken a toll on him. 

With the amount of raw panic he’d been experiencing, his energy had never been more drained. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and the only way to solve the problem was. Well. To stop thinking about it.

Easier said than done, of course, but he couldn’t find another drop of energy to spend on crying.

And through it all, this wanna-be father figure of his just… comforted him. Anytime Donnie began to show signs of oncoming panic, he wouldn’t just leave him alone. He’d stay, he’d manage to find just the right things to say to help him calm down.

It was… weirdly really nice. His terror didn’t feel stupid, when d-he was there. 

“Okay, here’s an idea,” his… he was blanking. Why was he blanking? — said. “I need to go to the store, we’re running low on some stuff. How about you make me a list of stuff we can get to help relieve some of this stress you’ve been experiencing?”

“Seriously?” He asked, half-sure he’d hit his head again.

“Yeah, bud! Whatever you need.”

Donnie cracked a smile. “I don’t suppose uranium is on the table—?”

He laughed, shaking his head fondly as he slid a sheet of paper across the table. “Within reason, kiddo.” He passed over a pen. “Here’s the list, just jot down whatever you can think of and I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

That was just so… so considerate. 

“Oh, um… thank you.” It just felt surreal. This wasn’t something that Splinter (don’t think about him thinking about him hurts stop wait makeitstop) would do. He wouldn’t have even pretended to care.

Determined not to snap the pen in his rising anxiety, he swallowed the thought down. He wasn’t going to think about that stuff right now. He was literally trying to figure out how to stop freaking out like that.

He took a deep breath, pouring his energy into staring down at the paper and trying to determine what would actually be helpful. Fidget toys? Possibly. A weighted blanket? Most definitely, but was that too expensive?

What would really help, he mused, would be something to tinker with. He hadn’t built or created anything in… how long had he been here? 

He could only imagine the amount of stress he could relieve if he could wield his array of tools. Of course, his tools were upgraded beyond an average plebeian’s comprehension. Those tools were probably still in his lab back home, which — home. Shredder. Danger danger dangerdangerdanger!

Wow, trauma kind of sucked.

Shaking his head, he jotted down whatever he could think of before sliding the list awkwardly back across the table. 

“Alright, I’ll be back in an hour or two, okay? If you get hungry, there are apple sauce packets in the fridge — nothing else while I’m gone. You know how I feel about chokeables. Do you want to set up a movie?”

And, yeah, he kind of did want to set up a movie.

And so they did. Through it all, as Donnie sat in the living room, with complete freedom to move; as he snacked on apple sauce and watched a cartoon he’d never heard of on the TV; as he idly worked a coloring page he’d been offered (with crayons, no less)… not once did the thought of leaving even cross his mind. More accessible to him than ever was the door, but it seemed stupid to go through it, now. 

Out there was scary. It was dangerous. He couldn’t defend himself, he was just a kid. And, well, he’d always been somewhat useless without his tech. 

And boy, a part of him did itch to work, to create something from nothing, to make a gadget or gizmo that could make his life easier. Maybe he should ask about that…

He flipped his coloring page over, beginning to sketch out various designs and ideas for tech he could make. A better toaster, firstly. The one they had didn’t seem to work very well. 

It was nice to get back to this part of himself. The part that had been aching to build. And of course, every good creation started with a rough sketch.

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It had been a few days. The fidget toys (and weighted blanket, which Donnie couldn’t even begin to describe how appreciative he was for), had been more helpful than he could have anticipated. The random spikes of anxiety were still present, but they felt so much easier to deal with. It was nice.

And, something he couldn’t have anticipated at all: he’d actually been given access to tools. His… caretaker? His dad? (unsure, but it was kind of starting to feel like a nicer word to fit his mouth around), had even gone out to find some scrap parts. The only catch was that he needed to be supervised when he handled any of that stuff, but Donnie could absolutely live with that. He’d upgraded the toaster the first chance he got, feeling happier than he could remember in a long while.

In fact, he was actively enjoying a perfectly done piece of toast from the freshly fixed-up machine, when, out of absolutely nowhere—

“What are you up to, sunshine?”

“Fuck!” Donnie screeched, so startled that he dropped the last bit of his bread. He clamped his clean hand over his mouth. “I — I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say — you startled me, I — I’m sorry,” he stammered, heart racing. He scratched at a phantom rash on his face.

It had happened again, a few days ago. He hadn’t been thinking, and he’d said one of those stupid words, and… he really, really didn’t like that thing. He desperately didn’t want to have to deal with again so soon. Or ever.

The expression on his caretaker’s face was neutral, unreadable. Or maybe Donnie was just really bad at reading people. He wasn’t sure of things like that, these days. Things about himself.

“You used the toaster.”

Oh, no. He’d honestly just… forgotten. It was just another item on the long list of things that he wasn’t supposed to do without “supervision”.

“Sorry,” he mumbled again, bracing himself for whatever punishment was about to come his way. Not the muzzle. Please not the muzzle.

There was a long, drawn out sigh. “It’s okay.”

…what?

He wasn’t mad? That was… he’d expected him to be really mad. Not that he was complaining, but… this had to be some kind of trick, he was sure.

“I know you’re still getting used to all this. Just… don’t do it again, okay?”

“Okay…” he agreed, nodding slowly. As little sense as this made to him, he was not about to question it. Out loud, at least.

“Anyway, I was thinking.”

“Dangerous,” Donnie quipped, entirely on reflex. 

He barked out a laugh. “I was thinking,” he continued, suddenly so lighthearted and smiling and for some unexplainable reason, contagious. Donnie felt warm in the happiest of ways. Like he hadn’t just been anticipating a horror-show as consequence for saying the wrong thing. “How about we go to the library?”

Was that… was that an offer to leave the house? That was… completely unprecedented. What was going on today?

“I’m… banned from the library,” he finally responded, stupidly.

“How could you possibly—? Actually, we can talk about that later. This is a different library. I’m sure you’re dying to stretch your legs.”

He was, but with his experience, there had to be some kind of ulterior motive here. “Why?”

His brow furrowed. “Why… what?”

“Why… ugh, why do you want to take me to the library?”

“I just thought you’d enjoy getting out of the house. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to—”

“No, no I want to, I just… what do you get out of it?”

“Um… spending time with my kid?”

While before, that would have made him deeply uncomfortable, now it just… sat in him with a giddy warmth. His kid. It was nice to be wanted. 

“Oh.” he finally said, sitting with that for a moment. “Yeah, I… but I thought… somethin’ about a concussion?” He asked. His brain hurt. He was supposed to be better at using it than this.

“It should be mostly healed up by now.”

And, well, that was good enough for him.

It didn’t go unnoticed, as they actually left the house, that it wasn’t the door he’d grown accustomed to staring at that they existed through. It was a different door, one that, even as he stepped through it, he couldn’t quite place where specifically it was in the house. It was like his mind was just… warping around it. That was so weird, why would it—?

But he didn’t have the time to finish the thought, because for the first time in ages, he was actually outside.

The street was lined with houses that looked completely dissimilar from each other, each with yards that Donnie had to assume would never be HOA-approved in the human world above. They were certainly more interesting to look at than a human suburb. If he were allowing himself to think of the things he didn’t want to think about, he’d assume that Mikey would love this area. But he wasn’t thinking about that.

It wasn’t a long walk before the scenery quickly began to change to the Hidden City that Donnie was used to seeing. Another side of town, of course, as he didn’t recognize anything specifically. Then again, it wasn’t as if he was a frequenter of the place.

Despite his strong distaste for most things mystic, the Hidden City remained fascinating. 

Before long, there it was: yet another mystic library. Did the Hidden City really need two endless voids of limitless knowledge? Not that he was complaining. Libraries were number one on Donnie’s list of Places He Enjoyed. 

“Great Galileo,” he said softly as they entered, mindful of his volume. “I could get lost in here for days and be happy.”

The librarian looked down her nose at him, gaze flickering between the pair. “Kiddy room is over there,” she said, waving dismissively. 

His heart seized at the memory of that place. For a room for little kids, it was one of the most horrifying experiences that had ever happened to him. He could be quiet this time. He swore he could.

His definitely not-dad laughed, beating him to the punch. “That won’t be necessary,” he said, “we just need directions to the… what was it?”

“Erm… mechanical engineering, please,” Donnie said, rocking on his heels awkwardly.

The librarian raised her eyebrows, staring at him like he’d grown a second head. Or… something that wasn’t somewhat common in yokai-culture, probably. “Catalog is to your left,” she said, “were we looking for children’s science books, or…?”

“Oh, no. He’s brilliant, real sharp. Smartest kid I’ve ever seen.”

Real, genuine, unprompted compliments from a parent aged-adult? He could get used to this. He… could get used to this…

“Right…” the librarian hummed, seemingly bored. “And are we signing him up for a library card, today?”

“Ooh!” he exclaimed. He hadn’t even known that was an option! “Can I?” he asked, squeezing his hands in an effort not to flap them in his excitement.

“I don’t see why not.”

“Name?” she asked, typing away.

“Donatello Ha—” he cut himself off, a tinge of doubt clouding his long-practiced answer. “Um… Donatello.”

“Mhmm. Can I see your ID?” She asked, though this time, she wasn’t addressing him.

His parent aged adult pulled out a small card, handing it over to her.

“Mhmm…” she muttered to herself as she typed, “Scorch…” she said under her breath, Donnie just barely catching the word. 

Scorch.

So that was this guy’s name, huh? It felt… weird to know it, after so much time going without. He felt like being a little kid learning that his dad’s name wasn’t really dad. He supposed that was exactly what it was like. 

“Okay,” she finally announced, “he’s all set up.”

It was nice to have a dad that would actually do these things for him. He’d never had a legitimate library card before.

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“Excuse me,” a young yokai boy said, politely stepping around Donnie. He paused, staring at him quizzically for a moment. “Sorry — have we met? You look familiar.”

“Probably not,” Donnie said, lifting the book he’d just picked off the shelf and begun flipping through to signify that he wasn’t in the mood for conversation.

The boy didn’t move. Was his social cue not obvious enough? 

“No man, I swear I’ve seen you before…” he snapped his fingers, eyes going wide. “Wait, holy shit, you’re one of those turtles from that weird-ass mascot thing in New York!”

Donnie looked up, utterly confused. “What?”

“That Times Square bullshit — all those yokai that were in the costumes, and you guys like, exposed them? Dude, that was not cool.”

Oh. He remembered that day. They’d been out, just trying to get a present for… oh. 

His chest felt too tight. 

Focus on something else. Focus on something else. 

Like how this kid kept swearing. Trying to sound, what, mature? The words left his head muffled, like he could still feel the muzzle. 

Maybe he should have chosen something else to focus on. His breathing wasn’t right. His hands tightened around the book hard enough to rip the paper. If he tried to move now, he was sure he’d be so unsteady he would fall. That imagery of the rocky cliffside felt closer than ever, right now. Another inch and he’d be pushed right off.

“It went super viral, dude, I knew I recognized you, you guys really weren’t thinking, were you?”

His throat felt too tight to form a response. What was he even supposed to say? He couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, oh god—

“What’s going on here?”

Donnie breathed a sigh of relief.

“You bothering my kid?”

The boy who’d been pestering him laughed awkwardly. “Oh, uh, no sir. I was just asking him… y’know, nevermind.”

As the boy scurried off, his savior knelt down, fussing over him. “Are you okay, bud? What did he say to you?”

“Nothing, he just…” Donnie trailed off, heart pounding in his chest as he fought off those memories.

“Breathing exercises, remember? It’s okay, deep breath in… deep breath out. You’re okay. You’re here.”

He was here. He was safe. It was fine. It was all totally, completely fine. 

“Thanks, dad.” He said, exhausted as he calmed his racing heart. He didn’t even quite register what had slipped right from his mouth. He hadn’t even thought about it. It just felt right. It felt safe.

He felt completely and totally safe.

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[inbroglio]

trigger warnings ! blood, homicide, manipulation, obsession, organ metaphors (graphic), religious metaphors

BIO

name ! sajyou manaka

nicknames ! big sister (sajyou ayaka) / "mother" (beast vi/g) / little lady (yan qing)

titles ! potnia theron ("mistress of the animals")

holy grail war ! tokyo holy grail war

description ! the master holding the first master rank of seraphim. primary heir to the sajyou family of magi. the favoured child who was said to have proficiency in every magecraft, to the point of being on par or even surpassing the magi of the age of gods.

ABOUT

birthday ! 18 february

age ! 21 years

species ! human (formerly) / resurrected being (half-zombie)

region ! tokyo, japan

ORIENTATION

gender ! female

pronouns ! she/her

romantic orientation ! demi

sexual orientation ! ace, neutral/indifferent

PREFERENCES

hobbies ! activities related to her likes

likes ! her sister, ayaka (formerly) / who she likes / anything related to who she likes

dislikes ! everything else, especially someone who takes away who she likes from her

fears ! being lonely

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

faceclaim (fc) ! justia (brown dust ii) / grylls () / scarlet (may i ask for one final thing)

height ! 5'1" (154 cm) / 5'3" (160 cm), if not zombified

mma weight class ! strawweight / flyweight, if not zombified

eye colour ! blue

hair colour ! blonde

hairstyle ! straight and neat, reaching the shoulders

usual attire ! feminine and dressy, and shows off her command spells

command seals ! seraphim master degree, with seven wings

command seals location ! chest

notable features ! a large stab wound still bleeding on her chest, where she had been pierced by excalibur

INVENTORY

personal affects ! tea sets from the house / a smartphone with a white cover and cute phone charms

FACTION

alignment ! lawful evil

allegiance ! none / along the lines of who she likes

profession ! student / head of the sajyou family, after sajyou hiroki's death

RELATIONSHIPS

ancestry ! sajyou hiroki / alba smith

same generation ! sajyou ayaka (younger sister)

progeniture ! -

romantic ! -

platonic ! reiroukan misaya ("best friend")

antagonistic ! gaia (natural enemy)

other ! akasha (connection established since birth) / norma goodfellow (possessed for a time)

MAINS

sherlock holmes, ruler (summoned-anima) ! a mostly polite gentleman who acts as the ruler of the second holy grail war she participates in. she does wonder at times if she has achieved her extra personal goal of becoming someone akin to james moriarty in his eyes yet. / "i think you would understand me best, mr. holmes. you and i are so alike in this world, after all… we simply act according to our nature."

sherlock holmes, caster (summoned-anima) ! to overturn alaya's limitations on fulfilling arthur's wish, instead of wishing for the power to do so, she requested for the knowledge to make it happen. so she summoned the beast of knowledge to serve her. / "mr. holmes, we're going to make both of our fairy tales come to life! see, even your own dashing prince has arrived just to see you~"

yan qing (tenkoseiensei) ! with her power, she needs neither dashing prince to save her from a high tower nor hero in shining armor. instead, who she wants is for someone to want her, too. nothing less than all of her. does it matter if loyalty turns to obsession? even then, she'd reward the shadows for how he twisted around her. oh, how she loves him! / "forever and ever, yan qing! even as the world burns and falls to ruin, our chapter shall never turn to its final page."

MAGECRAFT

sorcery trait ! none

element ! n/a

origin ! unbound (awakened since birth)

OTHER ABILITIES

unprecedented quality of magic circuits ! though the quantity of her magic circuits are low compared to the average magus, their abnormal composition more than makes up for it, giving her a talent for mastering every form of magecraft she has come across.

connection to the root of akasha ! something she was born with, granting her abilities beyond comprehension and several advantages in the event of a holy grail war. / with it, she can access the akashic records and even see the wish of a servant. but willing it into existence, overwriting causality and probability to make it come true, would be easily reversed by the world’s quantum time lock. she plans to use a beast-class servant as a boost of mana for her abilities, to overcome the limitation of her magic circuits.

prodigy ! omnipotence in the form of a girl. / in theory, she is capable of defeating regular servants, and able to manage at least two days of combat with more powerful servants like arthur before mortal limitations set in.

VERSES

fate/prototype ! default verse. master of the beast and the servants corrupted by the grail mud from the previous holy grail war.

fate/prototype: fragments of sky silver ! the youngest master of the first tokyo holy grail war, attending with her father. her prodigal talent in magecraft makes up for her age and lack of field experience.

fate/prototype au: belle of the ball of beasts ! something about her summoning a particular number of victorian gentlemen to her side strikes a familiar bell, doesn't it?

fate/grand order: beyond dreams of a slumbering princess ! fgo master verse, the default verse for this continuity. one of the masters stuck in cryostasis. due to a special ability, she has taken over the body of one of the staff members and is preparing to summon her own servant.

fate/grand order: a midsummer night's dream ! fgo servant verse. the pseudo-servant vessel of titania (alter), a ruler/caster servant embodying malicious fae of legends and folklore, similar to nursery rhyme and children's tales.

younger sibling au ! the youngest genius master of the first tokyo holy grail war, but no longer the primary sajyou heir, as that position now belongs to her older sister, ayaka. only time will tell if a difference in their age order would change anything significant between the siblings.

#the first‚ seraphim⠠ profile 𐑂

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Hi!

A lot of personal stuff has happened lately and I dunno if I'll be able to post as much. Regardless, I'll try my best to keep working on chapters so when I DO get chances to post, I'll have stuff ready.

This goes for all my socials, such as Instagram, Tumblr, yada yada.

Like I've said many times, money here is a struggle and God knows how much I hate our landlord, as he likes to complain and bitch about rent and what not.

Surprise, surprise, -not- he's giving us a date till we hav'ta leave our damn house. Nothing too fuckin surprising. 🙄

Anyways, on a less serious note, here's a couple shot instead of a harem, and I hope you guys like it!!

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Ship: Nogla x Brian

Top: Brian

Bottom: Nogla

AU: /

Setting: /

Type: Fluff / Smut

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, mention of homophobia, rough sex, praise kink, degrading, pain kink, sexual themes/acts, consumption of alcohol, dirty talk, drunk sex, sleep sex  and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Third pov -

Brian and Nogla were close. No doubt about it. The two got along well—very well, in fact. For many reasons. There was the obvious ones; the two sharing the fact that they were Irish and the second reason being that they were very similar in character.

But there was always the unspoken reasons for their tight friendship.

They were always there when one needed comfort or just a person to talk to, they always had eachothers backs no matter what the situation was, and no matter how many fights and playful—or non playful— arguments they had, they always apologized and swept the brawl under the carpet.

As if they had no reason to stay mad at eachother. No matter the circumstances.

The two definitely had their own stronger connections with their other friends of course. But their own connection was one that they couldn't top.

They laughed at most of each other's jokes—even if at times Nogla was clueless on the matter—, they understood eachothers complex slang in words that always made them giggle with one another whenever the guys questioned them, and they completely accepted eachothers lifestyles and decisions.

For example; when Brian decided to work out everyday without a break, it made the guys worry that he would hurt himself by pushing too much for that healthy body structure he thrived for. Nogla was fine with it, and the guys questioned his opinion on the matter.

But months later, Brian was fine and in great shape. Better than what he was aiming for. Nogla had been smug that the guys worried over nothing.

Or the fact that Nogla ate junk food like he was the last man on planet earth and had all the rights to eat whatever he pleased. Like before, the guys told him it was a horrible idea, as Brian just waved it off like a funny joke.

Later it was found out, that Nogla didn't gain any weight from eating like a bear for weeks at end. If anything, he stayed the same lanky man he's always been. It was definitely surprising, and even more so that his blood sugar was of average.

The two trusted eachother what their own health, even if to the others their choices were questionable.

The two had a way of reading the situation with one another and always knew how to respond.

They were two peas in a pod. Absolutely inseparable.

And though they had a clear friendship, Brian always made jokes on how much he hated the other. He liked to dismiss all the comments that were of 'Friendship goals' or 'best dynamic duo'.

He liked to deny them. But David knew he was always joking no matter how serious he looked when saying it. Come on. They were clearly best friends since day one.

"I seriously hate you, Nogla." Brian would say. Wether it be because of something the other did to piss him off, or just to say it out of habit when running empty of jokes to say when he was lacking the comedic mood.

No matter what the reason was, Nogla would always respond lightly.

"I love ye too, Brian." He would smile and wave it off, earning laughs from their friends and curses from Brian.

However, long periods of time in friendship doesn't always stay the same. At least not in this case.

After years of their relationship, Nogla started to feel attracted to Brian.

It deeply confused him at first. Really, confused him.

He's always found Brian handsome and charming in how own way, yeah. With his quirky voice impressions and his contagious laugh that always got others to crack a smile when hearing his pig-like snorts.

Nogla knew Brian was an attractive guy. But he had never fallen for his ridiculous personality and cocky demeanor.

Or at least he thought he hadn't. He couldn't recall a time that he's even been nervous around the other.

So instead of confronting the situation head on, he brushed it off... But that didn't do much.

The more he hung out with the other, the more David realized, he wasn't just crushing. Oh no, he was madly in love.

With his best friend.

And he was scared of it. So unbelievably scared.

Brian was a person that he cared deeply for. More than he'd ever admit to anyone, or even himself. He's been through thick and thin with this man, and he could not- would not, ruin it.

In fear, he stayed closeted. Thinking his friends would judge him and the fans would hate him. Be disgusted by him. That Brian, would be disgusted by him.

Nogla could already see it happening. The harsh rejection from everyone and the undying thought that if he was found out, everything that he ever loved would vanish.

Everyone, that he even loved would vanish.

David couldn't stand the thought of that. The rejection, the fear, the anxiety. The hate.

So he kept it all bottled up, hoping to save his little weak heart.

He's had things like this happen before, but he couldn't go through it all over again. Not with his fans, not with his friends, not with Brian.

But as time carried on, it increasingly got worse.

The culprit himself wasn't making it any easier for the other Irishman, making it unbearable for him to hide it all.

Brian was always being touchy and flirty around David. They were jokes of course, and he's done them with everyone of their friends. It used to make Nogla uncomfortable and weirded out, and Brian liked to get that reaction out of him.

But that was all before Nogla fell for him. This time around, he wasn't disgusted by Brian or even cringing about how 'gay' he was acting. This time, Nogla was bothered. Hot and bothered.

He wouldn't allow Brian's teasing to get his hopes up, he wouldn't. But that didn't stop him from feeling excited because of it. Multiple times during these episodes he had whenever playing games, Nogla had to excuse himself for a glass of water, to cool himself down.

He's never touched himself at the thought of Brian. Oh God no, that would just be wrong. Instead, whenever Brian made him this way, he'd always wait it out.

He's never betray his friend in such a disgusting way.

But the teasing definitely made him crave Brian. It made him want to hold him, to be near him. To hear his voice next to him rather than through a shitty headset, because God knows how much sexier Brian's voice sounded in person.

And all Brian did, was add fuel to the already blazing fire, deep in Daithi's gut.

Nogla was glad his emotional craving was stronger than his sexual desire though.

But it was still annoying. More so than the touch starvation.

He wanted to hug Brian. To hold his hands. To kiss him, cuddle him, love him. Nogla wanted everything you could even think of when it came to a significant other.

His love for Brian was different than any love he's ever had, that's for sure. It was difficult dealing with these feelings. Especially since he trusted nobody enough to tell. And to make matters worse, the only person he could possibly trust with all the pent up frustration, was Brian, the man himself that he was trying to keep these feelings away from!

So Daithi did the only thing he could think of. Push his best friend away.

It was wrong, he knew. But he wanted to keep Brian safe. He wanted to keep himself, safe.

He couldn't go through another heartbreak after his first love broke up with him in college for some guy on a varsity football team.

He loved that girl, and she had just stabbed him in the back.

He knew Brian wouldn't be hard on him if he was rejected, but it would definitely break their strong relationship.

Nogla could not allow another relationship to die like that.

So he hung out with Smii7y and The Goons more. Trying to get away from his main friend group. Because if he stayed closer to them, Brian wasn't far behind.

Most of the time the guys were pretty understanding whenever he'd turn down a recording session with them to hang out with the other friend group, but from time to time they'd whine and demand and he'd have no choice but to give in.

Especially, when Brian was doing the demanding.

Of course, the sudden change in routine confused the fans, but they didn't say much other than question if anyone else noticed it too.

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Three months Nogla delt with his emotions. Three months, that he had to keep his thoughts to himself. And that's something he's horrible, at doing.

All his effort. All his work. All for it to go to nothing, as here before him, stood Brian.

At his doorstep, in front of his house, just barely a foot away.

"Surprise bitch!" He exclaimed excitedly, tossing his suitcase to the side as he reached up and brought Nogla down for a bear crushing hug.

Nogla let it happen, eyes wide and arms hesitantly lifting his hands to pat Brian's back in a half-assed hug.

The man was... beyond confused seeing his friend in person, pulling back to ask questions. But he found he couldn't get a word in, as Brian was rambling happily.

"And so since it's been months since we've seen eachother, I thought I'd just show up and surprise ye! We can stream together, record vlogs and we can even finish t'at Cuphead round we never got ta! Sound fun right?!" He smiled.

God, David could already feel his heart pounding faster. Screaming at him to just grabs Brian's stupidly handsome face and kiss him.

"Y-yeah! That's sounds great..." He managed, feeling his face burn as he admired the blue running jacket that Brian wore often. It always made his muscles seem bigger in videos and now seeing it on him in person...was just so much better.

"...Are ye okay? Ye're red. Are ya sick? Oh my god, get inside."

Brian's sudden concern made Daithi flinch back into reality, humming in confusion as the shorter male quickly grabbed his suitcase off the floor and quickly pushed him inside, closing the door behind them.

"Wha? S-sick? I'm not—"

"Sit yer ass down you stubborn bitch. I'm gonna make ye some tea." Brian huffed, shoving Nogla down by his shoulders and forcing him to sit on the couch in the living room.

Nogla blinked in confusion. Brian disappearing to the kitchen before he had time to question.

Within a single minute, Brian was rushing back and placing a quilt over Nogla's lap, pushing his chest back so that he was leaning into the couch cushions.

"Uh, Bri—" He was cut off again.

"Why are ye wearing a fuckin' thin ass T-shirt? God damn Daithi, yer a grown man. Learn ta keep yer'self healthy." Brian huffed, grumbling in irritation as he quickly pulled his jacket off and easily slipped it over Nogla's head.

The latter was much skinnier and less muscle toned than Brian, so the clothing easily came a few sizes too big on his slim frame despite his height.

"You dumbass, if you were sick why didn't ye fuckin' call me? I would've gave ye moral support." Brian grumbled. Despite his slight irritation, it wasn't heated. It was more worried than anything.

Nogla blinked in confusion as Brian stomped back to the kitchen, preparing the tea as he sat in silence.

He could hear the mumbled curses from the kitchen, but chose to ignore them. Nogla was wearing Brian's jacket, and his personal smell filled his senses.

He found himself inhaling it in, holding his breath to let the smell linger regardless of if Brian had showed no sign of taking it back any time soon.

"God...I'm stupid." Nogla groaned, raising his hand to massage his temple. All of this so suddenly was giving him a headache.

"Yeah, ye are stupid. Ye didn't even have soup in yer kitchen. I expected ye ta at least have boxes of empty soup cups from DoorDash or some shit. Ye lazy ass." Brian mumbled in agreement as he headed back into the room, having a mug of tea and a plate of cookies he found in Nogla's cupboard.

Nogla flinched as he heard the other, watching his movements as he sat down next to him and set the dishes down.

Nogla looked down, noticing that underneath the jacket, Brian had been wearing a black tank top. And God, if he didn't look sexy before, he most definitely did now.

"Uh...yeah, I was hopin' it would go away naturally. I actually started ta feel better today." Nogla lied, snapping his eyes down as Brian handed him his cup.

Regardless of the heat resistant glass, Nogla pulled the sleeves of Brian's jacket up to his fingers and grabbed the cup sluggishly.

He hated to lie to Brian, but if that's way it took to hide himself, he'd white lie any day. He felt Brian's praying gaze on him as he sipped the warm tea, refusing to open his eyes and meet his gaze.

He sighed in relief once the warm caffeine hit his throat, reliving a few of his on-alert senses.

He opened his eyes and set the cup down on the table, not meeting Brian's gaze once. He took it that the other was silent, probably judging him on how unkept he was.

Nogla reached for one of the cookies with a satisfied hum, having forgotten he even had those.

When he finally met Brian's gaze, his eyes were sharp and unreadable. He stopped his movements, halting with the cookie in his hand.

"What?" He asked, aiming for a slightly offended tone to hide his nervousness. He swallowed softly as Brian's eyes narrowed at him, eyeing him up and down.

Nogla flet a shudder when Brian's eyes went up, then back down. Repeating once more.

"Did yer hair grow longer?" He finally asked.

"Huh?" Nogla asked, taken aback at the sudden question.

"Yer hair. It's down ta yer neck. Last time it was barely past your ears." He explained, stealing one of the cookies. Nogla sighed in relief, glad he wasn't caught in his lie.

"Yeah. Been too busy ta cut it." He said, a bit self conscious as he ran one of his hands through his hair, trying to push his bangs back, only for it to fall back in place.

"Might get an appointment soon." He excused, waving his hand as he took another bite of his cookie.

"Don't. I prefer it this way." Brian stated with a grin. Nogla refused to choke, mentally coaching himself to learn to chew again.

Fuck. It was already happening. His walls that he had worked so hard to build, were starting to crumble.

And all it took was a single compliment from Brian.

God, he was smitten.

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Brian hummed happily as he set the phone down, positioning it towards himself and steadying it against the carton of eggs before making a noise of victory.

"Right Chat, so Nogla hates his eggs cooked all the way. The fucker likes ta slurp up his yolk like a slutty mick. So we're just gonna cook 'em easy." He explained knowingly, jokingly at his comment as he pulled the eggs out early.

He discussed with Nogla just yesterday that he had wanted to steam every other day with him. Starting from first thing in the morning, and ending last thing at night.

Nogla was hesitant giving the fans that much input on their personal lives, and he was scared he's do or say something he wouldn't be able to take back. But regardless, he agreed. Much to Brian's surprise.

The latter had expected the other to curse him out and rant at him about how stupid that was. Instead, he had gotten a hesitant nod and quiet hum of agreement.

"Speaking of which, where is t'at fucker?" Brian muttered. Ignoring the Chat laughing about his comment to look in the direction of the hall.

He clicked his tongue, setting the stove on low heat and brushing his hands on his sweats.

"Watch the food lads, make sure it doesn't burn." He sighed dramatically, shooting a quick eye roll at the Chat before heading into the hall.

"David, it's already nine in te feckin' morning! What are ye still sleeping!" He called raising his voice, using a playful irritation in his tone.

He stopped in front of the white door, gently knocking two times.

No response.

He huffed, groaning loudly as he threw his head back.

"Daithi, the stream's already runnin'! Chat is waiting on ya, c'mon yer gonna make me eggs burn!" He teased loudly, getting yet more silence in return.

Brian chuckled lightly, knowing the other had to be passed the fuck out still. Yesterday, Brian was sure Nogla was sick, but he had seemed to be getting better by the second, so he had hoped his work had paid off.

He grabbed the door handle and turned it experimentally, grinning to find it unlocked.

"David, wake te fuck up! I'm making... breakfast." Brian trailed off upon walking into the room.

Nogla was passed asleep—as expected — but he looked flushed and sweaty. He was squirming a bit, looking in distress.

Brian frowned, confused.

Nogla seemed alright yesterday. He could he still be sick after all of Brian's care?

He sighed in sympathy as Nogla's fists tightened into the sheets, panting lightly. He was still wearing Brian's jacket, and the latter slightly regretted putting it on him if it was gonna make him so flushed.

Brian stepped forward to wake the other. Maybe to wake him up so that he could prepare a soothing bath for him.

Brian reached his hands down to shake the other awake, but was stopped to a halt when a low groan left Nogla's parted lips.

Brian froze, snapping his eyes to his friends face in surprise.

Nogla's brows twitched, furrowing downward before another moan left his mouth along with a bit of drool.

Brian then stood up straight, easily connecting the dots.

Flushed skin, tossing and turning, drool, moaning, shaky breathing.

Nogla was having a wet dream.

This was out of Brian's control. He couldn't step in and help Nogla here. He stared at his flushed friend for a few seconds, pursing his lips in an unexplainable interest.

He then turned around and headed out the room, shutting the door softly behind him.

"Nogla! Wake te fuck up! Yer gonna make me burn the food ya fuck!" Brian shouted loudly, banging on the door as if he hadn't walked into the room in the first place.

He kept bagging and yelling till he heard a loud groan of complaint, cursing along with his name being grumbled in response.

"Now hurry yer arse up! We already got four hundred people waitin' on ya includin' me!" Brian laughed, dropping his smile as he turned away from the door and headed away.

Become of this... unexpected situation, he didn't know what to think.

What was he supposed to do? What was he supposed to say about that?

He couldn't think properly. So instead, he ignored it and head back with a blank expression, smiling and rolling his eyes playfully only once he was in the kitchen and in view of the Chat.

"He's not a morning person lads." He excused, chuckling to himself as he turned the stove back up to medium and took the eggs off the pan. Moving to place in the bacon instead.

Brian continued to talk to Chat as he cooked, trying his best to ignore what had just happened.

Nogla had entered the room just in time for Brian to finish making the pancakes, setting their plates.

"There he is Chat! Everyone say hi ta this sweepy head." Brian teased, reaching up to ruffle Nogla's hair.

The taller man huffed and pushed his hand away with a pout, moving past him to wave at Chat and steal a bacon from one of the plates.

"Here. Drink, ya fuck." Brian said jokingly, handing a cup of orange juice to Nogla.

"Mm, t'anks." He mumbled, gratefully taking the cup and taking a few gulps. He moaned at the delightful tang of the cool juice down his throat.

Brian froze. Only for a millisecond, but he did freeze. The sound reminded him of what he had just forgotten of this morning.

Brian glanced up at the Chat, hoping to distract himself. He wasn't gonna tell his friend he saw him having a wet dream. As funny as it was to probably see his embarrassed expression.

Irishfanlad: he's so cute when sleepy!!!

Bbsgod: aww his hairs all floofy!!!! XD

Brian Micheal Handjob03: is that Brians jacket?? (⁠☞⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)⁠☞

UrMomisGayxx: HeS sO aDoRaBLe?!?! 😩

Brian chuckled at the Chat, flicking his eyes up at Nogla, totally oblivious to all the attention.

He was absolutely clueless.

"Mmm, yer good at cookin' Bri." Nogla muttered, swiping another piece of bacon from the plate.

Brian scoffed, nodding in agreement.

"Of course I am. I would make a perfect husband fer ye." He joked, shooting the other his famous smirk. Nogla spit back into his juice, glaring at Brian with a flushed expression.

It was sort of like the same expression he had earlier in bed. Hot and bothered...

Brian chuckled as Nogla cursed him out, ignoring the slight flutter in his chest.

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Only two days had passed since Brian came over, and Nogla was starting to question if he was capable enough to hold himself back anymore.

His love for Brian was getting stronger and stronger and having him here in person wasn't helping.

He stumbled slightly as Brian hung onto his side, mumbled nonsense as he tried to stand himself up again. Nogla cursed quietly as the action caused Brian to fall into him, his head swaying and bringing Brian's mouth close to his neck.

Nogla reached into his pocket for his keys, feeling his face flush more than it already was as he felt Brian's breath on his skin.

Earlier, Brian and him had played a few rounds of Cuphead, like he mentioned when he first arrived. The session had gotten heated and Brian ended the recording early.

He was mad at the game enough to give up mid way to take a break. Nogla had suggested getting lunch, or even going for a walk to help him calm down.

But Brian wasn't up for any of that. He wanted alcohol, and he had wanted it severely. He suggested that they go to a bar.

Nogla wasn't very on board with the idea but he knew it would help relieve Brian a bit and save him from getting yelled at for no reason or even a few shoves—even if Brian wasn't physically harmful no matter how mad.

Still, Nogla agreed.

They went to a bar he visited from time to time and they drank a bit. Eventually, Brian got a little too excited about it and decided they should go to another bar.

Nogla was confused, thinking Brian wasn't satisfied with their current location. So instead of questioning him, he just gave in like the love-struck idiot he was.

Next thing he knew, one thing led to another, and they started to bar hop.

Nogla hated bar hoping.

It was boring, exhausting, and overall a waste of time. He would have rather been at home dealing with an angry Brian than going around town from club to club.

But, he loved Brian. And bar hopping was something he liked to do. So Nogla let Brian have his fun, and even drank a few himself.

After hours of walking around, a few dozen drinks, and a few lectures to Brian from a few bouncers, and a shit ton of bars later, the two decided to call it quits and go back to Nogla's house.

Nogla was tired of the loud music, the sweaty people and the smelly vomit scent that came with the bars seemingly naturally, and he decided to tell Brian it was time to head back.

The latter was already blasted drunk, so he had no room to argue or disagree other than a few slurred whines in protest.

Nogla himself was drunk, but he sobered up a lot quicker than Brian.

Regardless, he still struggled to open the door to his house and stumble in with his friend. He closed the door behind them with a grunt and locked it, tossing his keys on the coffee table.

He threw Brian on the couch with a huff, earning a goofy chuckle from the man. Nogla rolled his eyes as he pulled a few tissues from the Kleenex on the coffee table, leaning forward to sit Brian up.

"Yer a mess." He muttered, blinking his eyes a bit to clear his blurry vision. It was a miracle how he had managed to walk them back home, carry both their weight, and manage to not get mugged.

Times like this though, he had wished he made friends in his neighborhood to pick him up or something. Alas, Nogla was very antisocial and likes to keep to himself.

"Fuck, my head's poundin'..." Brian winced, groaning as Nogla set a small pillow under his neck.

"T'ats what happens when ye try ta out drink a lumberjack. Te big fockers gonna win even'if ye're Irish." Nogla slurred, softly grabbing Brian's jaw to face him as he wiped away the beer and drool leaking down his chin.

"No, fuck'em. I- hic- I won." He waved at Daithi, his eyelids heavy as he smiled to himself. Nogla rolled his eyes, feeling a blush creep into his face at the smile.

"No, ye didn't. Ye fell off the barstool and blacked out for three minutes." Nogla sighed, grumbling as a new stream of drool leaked from Brian's mouth.

He looked up at his friend as he eyes slowly opened. His blue orbs looking darker than usual. Nogla quickly glanced away, cleaning the rest of the mess on Brian face before turning away and getting up to toss the tissues away.

Suddenly, he was pulled back by strong arms around his waist, pulling him back down into couch.

"No, stay wit me. It's cold." Brian hummed, nuzzling into Nogla's hair as he pulled him closer. Nogla felt his eyes widen, feeling his heart doing literal cartwheels in his chest.

"F-fuck off. Let me go ya bitch." Nogla grunted calmly, reaching down to pry Brian's hands off his waist.

"Mmm, no." Brian pouted playfully, placing a small kiss on Nogla's nape. The latter flinched at the feeling, mentally cursing as the grip on his weak body tightened.

"Brian!" Nogla exclaimed in protest, trying to turn and glare at the other. Brian just chuckled at the expression on his friend's face, finding it all too amusing.

"What? Is my love makin' ya shy?" He asked teasingly, earning a pinch to his hands. Regardless of the wince of pain he drew in, he didn't pull back.

Nogla grunted in Brian's hold, feeling his face burn hotter than it even had before.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening!

The alcohol clearly had a bad effect on Brian. This was common knowledge. But he's never been flirty when drunk. Brian was usually a happy, party drunk. He liked to dance and sing, regardless of if he had two right feet and his voice was off key.

It was one of the reasons Nogla loved him. Because Brian could care less about what other people thought of him. Doing and saying as he pleased, when he pleased.

But this was another kind of interaction Nogla had wished would never occur. It wasn't helping him for shit.

"Speechless are we? I t'ink I could squeeze a few words outta ya." Brian chuckled, his words flirtatious and his expression suggestive.

Nogla squeaked when he was abruptly turned and pulled into Brian's lap, immediately shooting his hands up to shove himself away. But Brian's daily workout era had been more than efficient.

He was ten times stronger than David in every way, and easily held him in place.

"Yer thighs are warm." Brian muttered in admiration, running his large hands up and down Nogla's jean-clad legs.

Nogla let whispered curses escape his lips as he grunted with effort, still trying to pull himself away.

He was embarrassed and flustered. Just like every other time Brian had flirted with him or teased him. But this was on a whole new level.

Brian had never put his hands on Nogla this way. And he's never spoke so sexually. It was more of cheesy pick-up lines or just 'ohh'ing as he hugged him softly.

This, was different.

Usually when Brian got like this, Nogla would tell him to fuck off, and he'd listen immediately. Not wanting to overdo it.

But now, Brian wasn't listening to him, and was groping him softly as if they've done this before.

It excited Nogla, but he couldn't. He just- he couldn't.

Brian was drunk. Way, too drunk. He didn't want to take advantage of his state because of his own emotions. That was low.

"Brian fu- stop squeezing' my ass!" Nogla huffed, trying to go for a more irritated tone. He's never actually yelled at Brian because of the teasing, and right now he regretted it the second he did because Brian, looked pissed.

"The fuck ye just say?" He asked, his voice deep and his eyes glaring.

"I- I...stop, yer drunk." Nogla stuttered in shock, trying to ignore the sudden change in attitude to put Brian in the right mind set.

"Drunk. So what if I'm drunk? What about it?" Brian growled, a small challenging grin breaking onto his lips.

Now right there, Nogla wasn't sure if he's ever been as turned on by something so scary, yet so sexy. But he knew he was now.

"Y-ye don't know what ye want. Yer just j-joking." Nogla explained, a bit hurt at his own words.

He knew Brian would never really do this. No matter how drunk, how high or how delusional. Brian just was raising the stakes higher to get a good laugh out of this...

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"Oh..I know exactly what I want." Brian growled, immediately grabbing Nogla's attention when he felt a hand on the back of his neck.

Before he had time to question, he felt Brian smash his lips into his, his entire body painfully tensing in shock.

No. It's not real. It can't be.

"Shit, yer lips are so soft..." Brian mumbled once he pulled back, staring down at Nogla's pink lips before hungrily diving back in for more.

Nogla clenched his eye shut, opening them a few times and repeating the process. Trying to see if he was dreaming.

But according to the way his skin grew goosebumps once Brian's warm fingertips trailed under his shirt and up his spine, this was real.

He clentched his eyes shut again, keeping they closed this time when he felt Brian's forceful tongue enter his mouth.

His spit tasted of vodka and honey and fuck, was it intoxicating. Nogla found himself giving in. Submitting to the wonderful touches that Brian's hands left on his body.

He was losing control.

Brian sucked on his tongue harshly, drawing out a whine in protest. He tugged on Nogla's bottom lip, feeling the soft flesh with his teeth before pulling back. Nogla didn't even have time to speak, as Brian beat him to it.

"Y'know, a few days ago I saw ye havin'a wet dream in yer bed. Took me a while ta realize it, but after I did, all I wanted ta do was rip yer damn clothes off and fuck ya right there."

His words were low and husky, sending shivers down Nogla's back. He averted his gaze, his complaints dying on the tip of his tongue after those words.

What was he supposed to say to that? Curse him out? Ask him why he didn't mention it earlier? Demand him, where this was coming from?

All Nogla knew, was that he was embarrassed, and he didn't want to know more. But God must hate him regardless of how religious he was, because Brian spoke with another naughty remark.

"Ye probably would've liked t'at. Wouldn't ya. Ta have me strip ye naked and fuck the living shiet outta ya." He muttered into his ear, leaning up to do so. Nogla shook his head quickly, more complaints dying the more Brian spoke.

"Would have ya spread open and leaking with my fucking cum. Ye want t'at?" He asked in a low whisper, now pressing his lips right up against Nogla's ear.

"F-fuck." He finally managed, cursing himself for getting hard over this.

"I would've marked yer neck and bruised your skin with my fingers. Have your ass red and abused if I spanked ya..." He continued.

God, why did Brian have to be a master at dirty talk?

"Mmm, woulda had ye grinding on my cock fer more. Just...like...now." He sighed, earning a yelp as he pushed Nogla's ass down into his hardening member.

"I could probably do all that right now though...now t'at I think about it." He chuckled, getting one last shove from Nogla before his arms turned to jelly.

"Wanna try?" Brian grinned, filling Nogla's stomach with butterflies.

"Fuck...y-yes." he admitted sheepishly, still refusing to make eye contact. Brian groaned in victory, quickly flipping the two so he was hovering over Nogla, who was now laying on the couch.

"Gonna fuck you up till yer screaming for me ta stop." He growled, and Nogla's didn't know if he should feel aroused or scared. But he felt both.

He was panting, still in the stage of being shocked and confused as Brian ripped off his clothes, throwing them to God knows where.

Nogla instinctively covered his crotch, whimpering as Brian quickly yanked them back.

"God, yer skin is so...empty. 'M gonna mark the shit outta ya." He groaned, and before Nogla could protest, Brian was leaning down and he could feel teeth bite into the skin around his collarbone.

He groaned at the slight sting of pain, quickly washing over with pleasure as Brian's jeans ground into his naked boner.

"O-ow!" Nogla moaned out as the scratchy fabric rocked against his flushed member. Brian pulled back, raking his fingers down Nogla's ribcage on either side and leaving eight pink marks behind.

"You're so soft...fuck, ye're like every man's first gay wet dream." Brian groaned, flustering Nogla even more so than he already was. He whimpered quietly, biting his lip as he watched Brian reach up to pull his shirt and jacket off, then down to unbuckle his pants.

He should stop. He should stop Brian before this gets too far. But...he couldn't help it.

Nogla wasn't able to help the moan that escaped his lips once Brian pulled his cock out. Fully hard, long, and thick all around.

"I'm gonna ruin yer fuckin' innocence." He growled, leaning over Nogla and pushing in without a warning.

"Oh! F-fuck!" Nogla yelled, closing his watering eyes and gripping into the couch tightly.

He never pictured sex with Brian. No matter how much he desires the man. But if he had an opinion, he would've thought Brian was slow and gentle. Kind and loving.

But the way he was forcefully ramming in and out said otherwise.

"B-brian! Brian, it hurts! Fuck- slow down!" He managed to moan out desperately, thinking Brian wasn't gonna listen either way. But he did.

Brian came to an abrupt stop deep inside of Nogla, their hips connected skin to skin. Nogla felt a few tears of pain slid down his face as Brian leaned down to kiss them away, moving lower until his teeth were nipping at the skin on his neck.

Nogla gasped as he felt Brian's hot dick pulse inside of him. His ass stung for sure, but the small movement was definitely pleasurable.

"Fuck, got a little too comfortable. Sorry..." Brain apologized genuinely, his words still slurred from the alcohol minutes ago.

Nogla didn't respond, too busy feeling his cock rub into Brian's lower abs with each movement of the other.

It was the smallest feeling, but God did it feel good. He whimpered in need, unvoluntarily twisting his hips to gain more friction. The movement caused the shaft inside of him to shift, and press into his most sensitive spot.

He let out a gasped moan, fluttering his eyes at the newly found area. Brian didn't mention it as much as he wanted to, continuing to scrap his teeth and trail his wet tongue down Nogla's neck and chest.

Nogla raised his hands and pushed into the arm of the couch, pushing himself down into Brian. He moaned at the feeling, pushing himself lower and twisting his hips again to gain more friction.

"Told ya you'd be grinding on my cock." Brian finally spoke smugly, helping Nogla by pushing himself deeper into the other.

"Oh! Oh fffuck—" Nogla moaned shakily, biting his lip to hold in any more noises.

"Fuck, keep moaning like t'at. It's makin' me harder." Brian hissed, pulling out slowly.

Harder?! How could he possibly get any harder?!

Brian thrusted in quickly. Not as harsh as before, but still fast. Nogla had whimpered at the feeling, still a bit in pain but the burn felt nice.

"Gotta get ye wet." Brian muttered, drawing back as he sat up. Nogla watched as Brian pulled out, suddenly feeling very empty.

"C'mere." He growled, snatching Nogla by the hair and tugging softly. No enough to hurt him, but enough where he could feel it. Nogla whimpered quietly, obediently getting up to his knees. It took him a bit since he was still feeling a tab bit of pain in his nether region, but Brian let him take his time.

He sat Nogla up, admiring his form for a second. He looked so embarrassed and shy. Sitting on his knees with his legs spread and his chest and neck marked up.

"Fuck, I love your lips." Brian mumbled, bringing Nogla into another kiss. Nogla's heart did a backflip for a split second, thinking Brian was gonna say the words 'i love you'.

But they weren't, yet, they still meant just as much.

Nogla kissed back gently, getting Brian to slow down and match the pace.

He then pulled back and lowered Nogla's head, hand still threaded into his hair.

"Open yer mouth." He demanded, Nogla didn't complain. He easily parted his lips and allowed Brian to slid in. He pushed in a few inches, experimenting with the new heat.

He was four in and Nogla didn't seem to be complaining or struggling. He pushed in a bit further, groaning at how well his lips wrapped around his shaft.

"I really love your lips." He stated, sighing as he felt Nogla's throat constrict around his tip. Nogla's gagged once, but was immediately pulled off a bit by the hair.

Nogla had been in pain before, and now Brian was trying to restrain himself a bit so he didn't repeat the torture.

"Fuck- sit back up." Brian mumbled, slowly pulling Nogla off of him, watching in arousal as his lips glisten with spit in the moonlight of the room.

Nogla flickered his eyes up at Brian in confusion and askance, trying his best to keep his eyes away from the way the other grit his teeth in want.

Brian lied Nogla down gently, grabbing one of his small hands and holding it up to his mouth. He sucked on Nogla's dainty fingers slowly, careful not to bite him and hurt him any more than he already has.

Nogla whined at the sight, his skin turning a dark shade of red. God, what was Brian doing to his little heart?!

"Finger fuck yer'self fer me. I wanna see." He said, pulling Nogla's fingers from his mouth with a thick coat of saliva.

"W-what?! I-i dunno how... i-i—" Nogla stammered, his face flushing even more. If that was even possible. Brian chuckled at the adorable behavior, his eyes hazy from the alcohol.

"Or I can do it. Yer choice." He smirked, signifying that if he did it, he wouldn't hold back. Nogla gulped nervously, hesitantly lowering his hand under his leg and around to his entrance.

Brian sat back, his grin widening as Nogla's small fingers pushed into the delicate pink hole slowly, drawing out a small gasp.

Brian had already tore him open, so his fingers slid in easily. Nogla pumped them in and out slowly, whining at the feeling.

He hadn't fingered himself in so long, let alone masturbate. So having to do this—with Brian watching —was god damn nerve wracking.

Nogla huffed our small puffs of air as he added in a third finger, just slightly speeding up.

"That's it, keep goin' like t'at. I wanna see ye break yer'self fer me." Brian growled, causing Daithi to flutter his eyes shut when his walls tightened around his fingers.

"Add another. I want ye ta be ready fer me ta fuck you nice and good." Brian continued, running his hands up the under sides of Nogla's thighs.

The taller male gasped at the sudden skin contact, his thighs shaking as he arched his back to reach deeper. He followed ordered and added a forth finger, pushing down to the knuckle.

"Good boy...such a good boy Daithi." Brian whispered, earning a whimpery moan in reward for his dirty talk.

Brian then grabbed Nogla's wrist, helping thrust his fingers in and out. He could feel the way Nogla tightened on his fingers, using a little effort to drag them back out.

"Hell, you're so needy. Mmm, I want my cock in'ya." He growled, yanking Nogla's fingers out and pressing his wet prick to the pink hole once again.

Nogla tensed, expecting to feel pain like before. Instead, he felt bliss as Brian's head popped in, slowly sliding inch by inch, deeper and deeper until he could feel Brian's stomach against his dick again.

"So much easier." Brian mumbled, leaning down to trail kisses on Nogla's jawline as he started to thrust in and out.

Small gasps and shaky moans left Nogla's pink lips as Brian pushed into him, quickly deciding it was a good idea to speed up again.

Nogla yelped, latching to the cushions again as Brian slammed into him. He was panting and grunting like an animal, growling Nogla's name as he ran his nails down his pale body.

"So tight fer me...so god damn hot for me. Just me." Brian groaned possessively, adding more marks to the skin that was left untouched.

Nogla keened in pleasure, feeling his legs part more with each thrust Brian made. With each ram of his hips, Nogla could feel himself rock back and forth with Brian's effort.

His cock was deep and fast, going in and out a lot smoothly than previously. His hands were warm and firm on Nogla's thighs, keeping his spread open and vulnerable, just like Brian said.

Everything about this felt amazing to Nogla. The feeling, the emotion.

He didn't care to hide his sounds anymore. Moaning with every thrust and squeaking in shock when Brian's dick nailed his prostate unexpectedly. His noises were high pitched and toy like, it drove Brian to search for more.

"Ya like t'at? Ye like getting pounded like a slut? Yer suckin' me in so fucking well. God, yer a mess. If only ye could see how fucked up ya look right now David." Brian laughed smugly, watching the way Nogla's eyes seemed to be losing focus and crossing every now and then before blinking to regain his vision.

Nogla was tightening with every dirty word that left Brian's mouth, pushing the two close to their edge.

"Not gonna respond? Can't talk with all that screaming yer doing? Fuck you're so soft- even in the inside. So warms an...argh." Brian trailed off, closing his eyes and tightening his grip on Nogla's thighs at the welcomed pleasure.

"Fuck, I- I love you Brian." Nogla whispered, opening his eyes to look at his friend. He mentally sighed in relief, seeing as Brian was too busy feeling pleasure to pay any mind.

Nogla clentched around Brian tightly, feeling his whole body shake the more his prostate was hit.

"Fuck- cumming." Brian groaned, leaning forward as he thrusted harder. With a few more bucks he shot his load into Nogla's body, shocking the taller man at the strange, foreign feeling.

"Ah- my god!" He gasped, cumming at the way the hot semen slid deeper inside of him along with the jerky last minute thrusts Brian made.

Nogla's body tensed and he became blinded with white stars, gasping and convulsing as he rode out his high.

He felt Brian reach under him and force his back up to arch, planting soft kisses down the center of his belly. Nogla gasped softly with each peck, his whole body jolting when Brian left one last kiss on the head of his worn out penis.

"Fuck...'m tired." He groaned, sighing as he lied down on Nogla's body, wrapping his arms around him in a cuddle.

Nogla felt a wave of realization crash over him, his euphoric feeling fading away and getting replaced by fear.

What...had he just done?

He glanced down. Brian's head was tucked into his neck, already passed out with drool leaking from his mouth.

Nogla was scared.

Scared he'd just fucked everything up. He has sobered up over the last few minutes and though he was still clearly drunk, he was able to think about what he had done. What they had done.

He just had sex. Sex with his best friend. Sex with Brian.

He blinked, feeling tears threaten his eyes. He enjoyed it. He really did. But what would Brian think?

Nogla did the only thing he promised he wouldn't do. And that was to take advantage of Brian's drunk state.

He felt stupid. He felt disgusted in himself. He felt like he betrayed Brian.

He'll probably never trust him again. He might as well go pack Brian's shit and save him the time to that he didn't have to see another second of Nogla when he woke up.

Nogla would've just done that. But he couldn't even if he wanted.

Brian was still on top of him. Still inside of him. Passed out.

Nogla took a few deep breaths, calming himself down. There was no use in getting all shaken up when he knew it was gonna happen anyways.

Nogla was conflicted. He didn't know what to do.

He sighed sadly, looking down at his friend's sleepy face. Probably the last time he'll see him so peaceful. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to his lips, immediately drawing back as he knew it was just as wrong.

Fuck, he just keeps screwing up.

He huffed, closing his eyes and resting his body. All he could do now was sleep and deal with the hurt in the morning.

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Nogla hummed tiredly as he felt a wave of relaxation rush over him. He refused to open his eyes, not wanting to wake up from his peaceful slumber just yet.

His body was in bliss at the moment and he didn't want the feeling to leave. He moaned softly at the wonderful feeling, tilting his head and feeling his bangs brush into his lashes.

What this feeling was, he couldn't tell. But he liked it, and welcomed it happily.

He the jolted with a yelp, feeling a firm hit to his prostate.

He shot his blurry eyes open, blinking away the haze to see Brian hovering over him. Smirking down at him as he rubbed small circles into his hips with his thumbs.

"Morning, love." He greeted sweetly, smiling calmly as Nogla snapped his eyes back down to their joined hips in confusion.

"B-brian! What are ye- f-ah!" He moaned, feeling his legs shake as Brian thrusted back into him.

Nogla didn't speak further, too busy feeling Brian rock into him slowly. For some odd reason, Nogla felt close to a climax. His walls clentched tightly and his breaths turning into sharp gasps. He felt... sensitive?

He glanced up at Brian as he let another moan escape, taking note that he didn't look pissed. But instead, happy.

But he looked sweaty, and he himself was panting.

Had...had Brian been fucking him when he was asleep?

Nogla didn't have time to ask, as his gut was burning too close to an orgasm for his liking. He choked on a gasp, the noise coming out like a whine as Brian's hand reached out to slowly rub at Nogla's tip.

Brian was moving a lot slower than last night, but it somehow increased the other's pleasure.

Brian groaned quietly, his smirk widening when Nogla made eye contact. The smug look in his eyes was enough to push Nogla over the edge, hips and legs spasming as he came all over his chest for the second time in the last twenty four hours.

Gasps of overstimulation left his lips as Brian slowly stroked him up and down through his orgasm, not stoping his thrusting until he himself came. Nogla shivered at the now-familiar feeling of Brian's semen shooting into how body and filling him up, whimpering softly.

He lied in half confusion and half pleasure and Brian eyed him up, watching his body quiver at the remaining of his orgasm.

"Fuck... I'll never get tired of seein' t'at." He mumbled to himself, running his fingers through the ropes of cum that stained Nogla's chest.

"B-brian..." Nogla finally managed, flinching when Brian's eyes snapped up to meet his.

"Yeah?" He asked nonchalantly. Nogla was even more confused, looking at Brian in disbelief.

"W...I-i...yer not mad at me?" He asked hesitantly. Brian laughed at that, shaking his head.

"For what? Having sex with me when I was drunk?" He asked sarcastically. Nogla stiffened at that, and Brian realized he hit a nerve.

He smiled softly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to his lips. Nogla didn't kiss back, and that was totally understandable. Brian pulled back before Nogla could even consider kissing back, sitting back up.

"No. I'm not. Plus, I fucked ye in yer sleep. We're even now." He said with a wide smile, taking amusement in the way he left Nogla red faced and speechless.

He needed further explanation and Brian was happy to provide that.

"When we had sex last night, I was drunk, yes. But I'm a responsible drunk. I'm always aware of all my actions and decisions. I was in complete control last night when I slept with ya." He said slowly, trying to satisfy Nogla's sleepy mind.

"S-so...ye didn't just sleep wit' me because I was the closest fuck?" He asked hesitantly, his eyes filled with hope as he looked up at the other. Brian hummed wIth a nod, confirming Nogla's words.

"I slept with you, because I wanted ta." He reassured him. Nogla nodded slowly in understanding, averting his gaze as he thought back to last night.

He then felt his face flush, remembered the small love confession he let slip out last night.

God he hopes Brian didn't remember it...

He swallowed nervously as he looked back up to meet Brian's piercing gaze. An awkward since fell between the two of them. A small smile on Brian's face and a nervous frown on Nogla's.

The taller quickly looked away, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment. Well shit, he was caught staring.

"...I love you too."

Nogla snapped his eyes up, his face dropping as he met the other's gaze again.

Nogla was confused, clearly.

"Y...you remember?" He asked in slight horror, wondering how much else the other remembered. Brian chuckled, nodding as he ran his hands over Nogla's thighs—that were still wrapped around his waist.

"Like I said, I'm a responsible drunk. I never forget what happens unless I'm completely wasted." He explained, laughing at the thought.

Nogla nodded again, suddenly at a loss of words. Again.

A lot was going on right now. Yet, so little. Brian showed up at his door, welcomed himself in, drove Nogla crazy with his teasing, got fucking hammered, fucked him, woke him up by fucking him again, and then returned the L word.

The L word. Brian returned it.

Nogla's heart pounded faster, coming into realization. Brian returned his love. Brian returned his feelings. Brian...loved him back?

Nogla looked up into Brian's blue orbs, already feeling content with the smile that was offered his way.

"I...love...you." Nogla repeated the words he had spoken last night. Wanting to hear Brian say it back once more to prove he was certain.

However, Nogla's tone was unconfident and shy. Brian noticed.

He laughed at the whispered words, sliding his hands down to Nogla's hips.

"Say it louder?" He suggested, keeping up that smile of his. Nogla frowned in confusion, regardless, being obedient.

"I...I love ye?" He now questioned. It was spoken louder, but still unconfident.

"Again." Brian demanded, leaning forward and moving his hands to rest on the couch on either side of Nogla's waist.

"I l-love you." He stuttered, glancing down at Brian's body before looking back up to his eyes. He had a pretty solid idea of what Brian was doing.

"C'mon sweetheart, ye can do better than that." Brian smirked, slowly sliding one of his hands up the center of Nogla's chest.

"I love you. I love you, Brian... always." He pushed out, forcing himself to hold their gaze and not wandering to the hand moving past his throat to caress his face.

"Good boy." Brian praised, satisfied with the confident awnser. Nogla shuddered at the pet name, lifting his hands to Brian's hair as the shorter male leaned down and pressed their lips into a passionate kiss.

Brian hummed at the feeling of Nogla's soft pillowy lips, recalling they were just as soft last night. His hands, threading through his hair felt magical. Nogla's lashes were fluttering again his skin and fuck did it feel right. Nogla moaned into his mouth softly, submissively opening his mouth when Brian licked his bottom lip.

Brian felt love... But an unfamiliar love.

Not the childhood crush kind of way, not the family kind of way and definitely not the platonic way. He felt a different kind of love.

He felt...true love.

He pulled back slowly, looking into those bright green eyes that always held so much life and love for anyone that he knew.

But when they looked at Brian, they were practically filled with hearts. Pupils dilating with love.

Now everything made sense to Brian. The weird eye glances, the red faces when he was teased, the missed recoding sessions.

Nogla loved him...and Brian felt nothing more, than the need and want to return that love.

"Uh...c-can we get up now? Ye're kinda...still in me and there's jizz runnin' down my legs..." Nogla said bashfully, bringing Brian out of his trance.

"Shut up, you love it." Brian teased, earning an almost immediate glare and blush in response.

"N-no I don't!" He protests. Brian laughed at the obvious denial and embarrassment.

"Mhm, even after shuddering when I filled you up last night? Ye definitely like if." He grinned, hovering over his fri- well, technically, now lover.

"Sh-shut up! Ugh, ye're so annoyin'!" Nogla exclaimed, groaning in embarrassment as he covered his face with his hands.

Brian laughed at that. He's always loved teasing people, but Nogla in particular. It felt natural and fun. In a friendly sort of way.

But now, it occured to Brian that it wasn't because of that, but a new eye opening reason.

Love.

"Say it one more time, please?" He asked softly, smiling down at the other. Nogla glared through his fingers, the action much too adorable for Brian to comprehend.

Nogla wanted to curse him out for embarrassing him and making fun of him.

However...there was a clear adoration in Brian eyes. One that Nogla's never quite seen before.

"I love you." He stated softly.

Brian sighed lovingly, closing his eyes as he leaned down and ran his nose along Nogla's jawline in content.

"I love ye too, Daithi." He said truthfully, and gently. Nogla smiled, feeling the warmth invade his body as he embraced the beautiful man above him.

He couldn't have been any happier.

"Now get yer dick outta me. 'M hungry." He pouted. Brian laughed, nodding in agreement.

"Me too. As much as I'd love ta just fuck ye again." He admitted shamelessly.

"Brian!" Nogla exclaimed.

"Alright, alright. I'm getting up, jeez." He laughed at the flustered expression the other had.

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Welp! Here ya go!

Btw, for anyone wondering or sensitive to rough intimacy, everything in this shot is COMPLETELY CONSENSUAL!

I've read some kinky shit that other people have posted and despite how aggressive—and I mean AGGRESSIVE, it was labeled as consensual.

So our little jelly bean in the story was in completely safe hands, not to worry!!

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Anyways, I hope you guys liked it!!

Stay healthy, stay safe, stay beautiful!

Until next time my loves!!

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A Light in the Darkness: Chapter One

Trigger Warnings: Death, minor description of childbirth, use of the word “bastard”

Matron Aunerae of House Coborial, the First House of Abburth.

That title bore more weight than those on the surface would ever comprehend, no matter their cunning. It meant many things; from a large scale of power, to a strong connection with the Spider Queen herself. It also implied strong endurance and tactical awareness on her, the Matron Mother of the House, who upheld the title for an obscene amount of time, as she was well into her fifth century of life.

Although her unluckiness with children was well known, and seen as a weakness among Abburth politics, as she had only birthed one female heir, while she had two living male heirs. Her female heir, or her former female heir, had become a martyr for believing in a surface God known as Tymora.

Her House had nearly been eradicated once that disgrace had been brought upon it at that troubling time, but Aunerae's unwavering strength, fortitude, and prayer kept her and her House alive, and still reigning supreme in the whole of Abburth, and commanding fear of those who had the misfortune to run into her pathway.

And now, Lolth had blessed her with another child.

Her abdomen was sizable, larger than she had recalled it to be when she had recently given birth to her last son, Xarann, an averaged sized drow elf. Aunerae had attempted to seek knowledge in books she had found on healthcare in hopes it wasn't a sign of miscarriage of disfigurement of a child. Although if it was a male, she didn't quite care, and would have been rather exasperated at the extra work she had done.

But there she was, resting on the spider engraved table at her side, Aunerae saw the daughter she had just borne. Beautiful, even for her small, undeveloped, frame, with lavender eyes as bright and unwavering as scarlet blood.

Not dissimilar to the body that lay beside K'yornl, her mate, of a priestess who had come all too late for the ritual itself, and yet again the General had to see her give birth once more. Such as he had the last female child that she had, the blasphemer. Blood pooled out from the pitiful priestess's neck as she babbled for aid, before she fell, her eyes closed and unmoving.

But that was when she felt another sudden gush of liquid from her lower areas, indicating the inevitable outcome of another babe.

"K'yornl! Bastard, get over here!" She hissed through clenched teeth, keeping an empowering and dignified stance despite the exhaustiveness she felt as she felt another child being pushed through her. "There is another one coming! Quick, the incense!"

Her mate quickly, but gracefully, grabbed another incense stick from its web-embossed holster, lighting it and spreading the thick and heavy air throughout the small chamber as she sat upon an inclined seat, a cushion beneath her upper legs to catch her baby.

Screaming through her locked in jaw, she pushed outwards her pelvis, feeling a sudden splitting sensation before she heard the clear cries of a child almost moments later, piercing through and echoing across the dark walls, status of the Matron Mothers of the past in the nude outlining the corners of the room itself, honoring the priestesses themselves.

Leaning over with what little strength, she whisked her second child away, setting her next to the first, looking over at the child as she beckoned for her general.

"Look at this one's eyes." She jeered, poking at the first child, who had yet to shed her own tears, while her sister still wailed and whined. "Blindness, mayhap?"

"No, I do not believe so, Matron Aunerae. I understand that they are what surfacers call purple?" K'yornl replied, speaking from decades of experience of surface expeditions and exterminations. He had killed so many elves over the course of his years, and he would kill many more. Looking down at the "purple" eyed babe, her mate looked to her as his slender fingers hovered over the child. "Might I?"

Nodding, as she did not care to speak, K'yornl picked up the purple eyed baby, cradling her in his arms. His slender, battle hardened, digits caressing her dusky cheek. He further gazed into her eyes, blinking suddenly before looking back to Aunerae herself.

"There's something not right about her aura." He stated, handing Aunerae the babe as she beckoned for it, and in turn she cradled the bald head with wide eyes of a strange lavender.

Blowing outwards for a moment, she called upon what little energy she still held, a puff of discolored air blowing the child in the face, causing the babe to giggle. Feeling a strange dreamscape (of which was unfamiliar to her as she frequently used her trance ability, as all drow did) envelop her, she stared into a pair of many purple eyes before she was pushed back into reality.

"Arachne." She murmured

"What might you mean, Matron Aunerae?"

"Her name will be Arachne."

"And the younger?" K'yornl asked.

"Chadra."

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An American in Cordonia: Our Vows

Books: The Royal Romance 1

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings in this chapter:  Swearing and Physical Attack

Pairing: Liam x  Jessica Garcia (MC)

An American In Cordonia Series premise: A New Yorker seeking adventure and love finds herself living abroad to competing for the hand of a man who will become King. When things don’t go according to plan they enter into a Cordonian arrangement. This is a series about Jessica Garcia’s life abroad, her time as a suitor, and explores her romantic relationship with Liam while she lives in a Cordonian arrangement. Catch up here

Disclaimer

Chapter Summary: Savannah and Bertrand tie the knot. Madeleine causes a scene.

Song inspiration: Nobody but you - Blake Sheldon & Gwen Stefani

Word Count: 1, 960 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Average reading time: 8 minutes

*Information in the chapter in regards to Bianca Walker and Madeleine will be revealed in current and future installments of the promise (Part 3 D/E/G): What they stole from us. Information on Jessica reading the law (studying Cordonian law) will be revealed in Chapter 2 of Forged in fire *

Ramsford

“Here, I think if we just brought a few more pieces down in the front...Perfect.”

Savannah starred in the mirror as Jessica helped her get ready. Her white ball gown was trimmed with lace sleeves, and a piece of expensive diamond jewelry set Bertrand had bought for her birthday. Her hair was styled in a high bun, and her veil had scattered diamonds embedded throughout the lace.

Savannah took in a deep breath, “Thank you so much for helping me, Jessica. I don't have any sisters or too many friends in Court.”

Jessica stood back, a glimpse of her powder blue satin dress in the mirror. It dropped to the side with a crystal-encrusted brooch of a cephalopod clipped where it bunched up high on her waist. Her hair was half up, half down in loose ringlets and peep-toe pumps that matched her dress.

“What are maids of honors for? I mean, I guess you COULD have picked Drake.”

“Oh, I thought about it, but it's not the most traditional thing to pick your brother, and I think all that attention would make him implode. I'm lucky he wants to walk me down the aisle. He'll probably drink his weight in whiskey tonight.”

Jessica chuckled as she helped adjust the jewels in Savannah's hair. She paused as Savannah stared at the mirror sadly.

“What is it?”

She tried to force a smile. “It's nothing. I should be over the moon on my wedding day...Just... Sad my mom couldn't come.”

Jessica faltered. “Maxwell is recording the whole thing, and we are making sure she gets a copy of it overnight so she can watch her little girl get married.”

“I just feel horrible that she couldn't attend. She barely even gets to see Bartie.”

Her eyes shined, and Jessica quickly hugged her with a smile. “Hey, I know it's hard, but Liam is working on finding a way to allow her back into Cordonian despite the ban. Leo and I are working on it day and night we promise.”

Savannah sniffed. “You guys are?”

“Yes! Yours truly doing legal research on the topic. I really have nothing but time on my hands and Liam thinks I should try reading the law since I miss school so much. It feels good to be useful and he is convinced me learning the Law and French would be helpful. Sometimes he lets me look at contracts and I correct them. I think he likes it. But in a few moments from now, you will be a part of a noble house, and Bartie will be a legal heir to Ramsford, and that changes everything. You can invoke a few privileges and requesting her to be able to travel here is one of them we just have to work around signatures kind of like what happened with me and my visa.”

Savannah held Jessica in an embrace "The day I met you in Paris. I knew we would be fast friends, and I’m so happy that we are.”

“Also, I have to tell you in one of my late-night study law sessions with Leo, and he told me that Liam gave Bertrand permission to use the Royal Jet to go to Texas. I don’t know when but just know it's in the works.”

“Oh, Jessie…” Savannah hugged her. Savannah calmed herself before standing. “How do I look?”

“Breathtaking...Bertrand is going to cry.”

She chuckled, “I don't know about that.”

“Savannah, the man is in love with you. If anyone could move him to tears; It's you and Bartie...Plus, Maxwell and I have a bet going on that he will. Drake and Leo think he won't. Liam let me wager for him.”

They both laughed as Savannah shook her head, “Awful.”

“I'll make sure to take plenty of pictures you can send to Bianca.”

“Thank you. It means the world to me. You're like the sister I always wanted.”

“Same to you. I grew up with nothing but brothers, so you being like a sister to me is welcomed.”

Knocking sounded on the door as Drake said, “Hey, it's almost time. Are you ready? I can see the bride before, right?”

Savannah laughed, “Yes, Drake, that's only for the groom. Come in.”

Drake cautiously opened the door. Jessica watched from the sidelines as he approached her.

“What do you think?”

Drake stared down at her, “You look….” He swallowed a moment as Jessica edged herself to the door.

“I'll let you both have your moment.”

The door shut as Drake looked down at her in surprise. She averted her gaze, “Is it too much?”

“No! No, sorry, I'm just...Lost for words. It's not every day your baby sister gets married. You look beautiful.” He gave her a smile. “I know I'm not Dad, but -”

She looked back up at him, eyes shining. “Drake, I'm glad you're walking me down the aisle. You're the best big brother a girl could ask for.”

She hugged him as he held her close, a lump in his throat as they parted.

“Hell Savannah...I just...It's hard to believe you're all grown up and walking down the aisle today.”

“Drake, I can't be your baby sister forever.”

“Nah, you'll always be… Are you sure you want to go through with it? I can sneak you out the back, and no one would know.”

Savannah chuckled, “Drake. I'm beyond sure. Bertrand is the one for me, forever and always.”

Drake sighed, “I know. I don't know what you see in him, but he treats you like a damn princess, and he's a great dad to Bartie.”

He sighed and offered her his arm, “Ready?”

“Absolutely.”

Ramford's Vineyard

Jessica walked out into the vineyard. It was set up in luxurious powder blue drapery and hints of the family crest. People were already taking their seats, the Royal family having their own seating upfront where Savannah's family would have sat.

Bertrand stood nervously upfront with the ordained minister at the arch, who happened to be Leo having his own license to wed now that barrister privileges were restored.

Maxwell waited for her as he offered her an arm. He was in a dark navy suit with a powder blue tie. “Shall we, Maid of Honor?”

She slid her arm into his, “We shall, Best man.”

All eyes fell on them as they smiled broadly. Jessica's gaze softened as she locked eyes with Liam, who gave her a warm smile as she passed by him.

They parted as Jessica took her spot, and Maxwell stood beside the groom as the best man. She and Bertrand locked eyes as he nervously fidgeted with his sleeve. Jessica smiled and mouthed, “You got this. Mr. Rogers.”

Not many noble women were friendly enough to Savannah to be bridesmaids. So, the couple decided on only Jessica and Maxwell to represent them.

Bertrand smiled as he saw his son walk down the aisle bearing the rings on a pillow. Maxwell gave Bartie a thumbs up and mouthed, “Just like we practiced!” Bartie stoically walked down the aisle until he saw Bertrand. His smile grew, matching his father's as he made his way to the altar.

He reached Maxwell, who took the pillow and gave him a low five. “Yes, buddy, you did great!”

Everyone quieted down as the music started.

Jessica watched as Savannah and Drake slowly walked down the aisle. She smiled, seeing Bertrand's breath hitch, and a gasp escaped him at seeing Savannah.

Drake held her arm, his eyes shining. They reached the altar. Leo asked, “Who is giving the bride away?”

Drake smiled softly down at Savannah. “Her brother.” Before he released her.

Savannah reached out to hold Bertrand's hands, he smiled at her, and she tenderly smiled back.

The entire ceremony, while Leo read them their vows, all Jessica could do was look to Liam in the crowd. He did the same, both of them smiling sadly at one another. Liam mouthed the vows every so often at Jessica as she dabbed her eyes.

Leo finally asked, “Do you, Bertrand Beaumont, take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? To cherish and to hold for as long as you both shall live?”

His voice quivered as he proudly said, “Yes, for the rest of my life. I do.”

“And do you, Savannah Walker, take this man to be your lawful wedded husband? To love and honor for as long as you both shall live?”

She rubbed her thumb over his hand, “I do. Now and forever.”

“Then by the power vested in me by God and man, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Bertrand cupped her face, softly enveloping her in a formal kiss. One that she deepened by wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close. Happy tears streamed down both of their cheeks as they parted.

30 Minutes Later

Ballroom…

“Pay up.” Jessica and Maxwell held out their hands as Leo and Drake both groaned.

“I never thought I'd see the Duke of Ramsford cry, but I'm glad it was for my sister.”

Maxwell snorted, “I can! Bertrand is head over heels for Savannah and is a softie like Drake is.”

Drake scoffed, “Hey, I'm not fucken soft.”

Jessica, Leo, and Maxwell all burst into snickering as Drake glared at them. Jessica replied, “Give it up, Marshmallow. Your eyes were wet when you walked her down the aisle.”

Leo said as he patted Drake on the back, “Nothing to be ashamed of. She's your little sister. We all have soft spots with our younger siblings.”

Jessica lost her smile as the thought of Mateo and Adam at her wedding filtered through her mind. The never-ending voice of doubt, 'Will there be one?' forever plaguing her mind.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Savannah tapped Drake on the shoulder.

“Drake, it's the Father slash Brother and the Bride dance.”

He smirked, “I'm not the best dancer, though.”

“I could care less. I'm having this dance with you, Drake Walker. Whether you like it or not.”

He laughed, “Alright, alright!” He offered his hand as they made their way to the dance floor.

Jessica watched them as someone whispered, “You look gorgeous, Love.” his voice sent a shiver down her spine.

She smiled at Liam over her shoulder, “You look dashing as ever.”

He subtly leaned into her, “After we give our speeches, meet me in the vineyard. Being alone with you is all I’ve imagined since I saw you.”

They both glanced at Madeleine, who caught their eye from across the room. Her emerald eyes narrowed as Liam glared back. Jessica smiled and said, “I can hardly wait. For now, you should get ready to give your blessing.”

He smiled down at her before parting, her hand subtly reaching for his fingertips as he passed by her.

Drake and Savannah finished their dance, genuine joy on Drake's face as he led her back off the dance floor.

“See? Was that so bad?” Savannah asked.

He shrugged, “No...In fact, I'm glad we made that memory.”

Everyone turned to Madeleine as she drew everyone's attention.

She held up her flute of champagne, “I would like to make a toast to the happy couple as the QUEEN.”

Everyone watched her as she gave a fake smile, “Savannah, I am so happy for you to have joined the Beaumont household. It's generous of them to accept everyone despite having no noble prestige. Despite so many, that would turn you away; Duke Ramsford accepted you as a wife. I'm delighted to see him making you feel as though you belong. We in court know you never truly fit in but now you are Duchess so that changes the level of respect you or owed. So you will be tolerated more than just humored moving forward. We were shocked to find out you had a child out of wedlock but Duke Ramsford saw it fit that he should now be heir to all of this.”

Madeleine took a sip from her drink and continued, “Truly, House Beaumont has earned its place. Accepting the Cordonia’s strays and that is why the King and I offered to pay for this wedding. It's the least we can do for a house that does so much charity.” Her eyes darted to Jessica in the crowd.

“They took in a woman they barely knew in order to allow her to experience what we do. They sponsored her for the social season despite the shame she brought to their door. And even after everything that happened, they still adopted her as a member of House Beaumont. If that is not honorable of a House, I don't know what is. I'm just so glad at least one member of House Beaumont got to experience a beautiful white wedding courtesy of the Crown. It will be the only Beaumont wedding to witness, that is unless Maxwell marries or their now legitimate children find favorable matches. It's doubtful. As you know reputation is everything in our world. And as they say, no good deed goes unpunished. To gain respectable matches, it's really about the company you keep.” She raised her flute as the room was silent and most looked at Jessica.

Liam tried to withhold a glare to Madeleine as he chimed in, “Yes, but I think we ALL could learn from House Beaumont by not judging someone on their pedigree but instead their merits- A title means nothing if you have no class and honor. There is such a thing called grace and tact and even the highest of noble lack when they seize an opportunity to speak out of turn and look foolish in the process. You know what they say better to have people question your intelligence than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.”

Jessica shook her head as the damage was already done. “Excuse me, and I believe I left something in the parlor.”

Drake and Maxwell looked at her sadly, and Leo and Bertrand glared openly at Madeleine.

Leo mumbled under his breath, "Madeleine, you're a disgusting and tacky human being."

Vineyard…

Jessica rushed outside in the night, tears in her eyes and her lip wobbling as she slumped against a trestle in the vineyard.

It wasn't long before she heard someone's footsteps and saw him come to find her.

“Jess-”

“Liam. Don't. You heard Madeleine, at least one commoner got a wedding. How CHARITABLE!”

Liam growled as he kicked at a rock on the ground, “Forget her, Jess! She is jealous of you. Can't you see that?”

“It doesn’t matter because she is married to you and out of the million and one things I could ever want out of life; number one on the list is marrying you. I just want to be in front of a crowd of people, whether they are noble or just like me, and to tell them how much I love you, and I promise to love you forever. Can't you see that?!"

“She does not have me! Only in writing, but my heart and soul belongs only to you!”

Jessica choked back a sob, “I hate her, Liam. Ruining Savannah and Bertrand's wedding like that. Publicly going after me out of spite she knows you don’t love her but refuses to let you go. But most of all, I HATE myself right now. What am I doing here?! What am I waiting for?!”

He stepped towards her. “Love…”

“No! When will I get to walk down the aisle?! When will you kiss me in front of everyone? When do I get my big day with the love of my life, Liam?” A sob escaped her as Liam rushed forward to embrace her. Tears in his own eyes as he nuzzled into her hair.

“I...I'm trying. Love, I swear to you, I don't care what it takes.”

“And what if you can't? What if I'll always be a dirty secret?”

His eyebrows upturned as he cupped her face, his blue eyes begging her to look at him. “Love, you are not nor will you ever be a dirty secret. You are the best thing to ever happen to me!”

Jessica's lip trembled, and her voice hitched, “Do you...Promise to always feel that way? That you will love me like this and fight for us?”

“I do. One thousand times over, love. I have laid next to you for the past few weeks thinking of what our wedding vows would be.” He leaned down, touching foreheads as he gazed into her eyes, using his thumb to wipe her tears even when his own shined in his eyes. Let me exchange them with you right now in private. From this day forward this is what I vow to you although they started the moment I fell in love with you. ” Liam swallowed a lump in his throat and said, “Jessica, from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were the one with whom I wanted to share my life. Your soul, heart, and mind inspire me to be the best person and sovereign I can be. I promise to love you without reservation for eternity, respect you, honor you, be faithful to you, and share my life with you. I promise to comfort you in times of distress, encourage you to achieve all of your goals, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind, and spirit, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live. This is my solemn vow to you." Jessica was overwhelmed with emotion, and tears streamed down her face.

“I love you, and I will fight for us. Do you feel this is worth it? I care about your happiness, Jess. More than anything.”

She gave a smile through her tears, “God, I love you, Liam. You will always be worth it. When I'm with you, it all melts away, and it becomes worth it… Liam, here are my vows to you.” Jessica took a shaky breath and said “Liam, today I take you to be my husband and my lifelong partner. Together we will create a home and be bound to one another. I vow to help create a life that we can cherish. I vow to be honest, caring, and truthful, to love you as you are and not as I want you to be, and to grow old by your side as your love and best friend. You are part of my soul and will always be until I am no longer breathing.”

He leaned down to kiss her; sad tears streamed down both their faces as they desperately grabbed for each other. Liam took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the ground, and he gently laid her on it, both trying to find comfort in each other's arms and moaning into their kisses.

Later…

Hallway of Ramford Hall

Liam saw her alone in the hallway and all but cornered her. He glared dangerously down at her as she stared up at him.

He schooled her features as he growled down at her, “What you did tonight, Madeleine, was disgusting. You will not get away with it!”

“What? All I did was state the truth. The Beaumont are known for taking in strays-”

She flinched when he smacked the wall “SHUT. UP.” He lowered his tone to a dangerous whisper. “You are so jealous of her, it's pathetic.”

Her eyes twitched, “Excuse me? How am I jealous of a foreign commoner with nothing to her blood except the Beaumont name? Your favorite subject? I have decades of pure blood and a name that goes back generations-”

He cut her off. “It's evident in your actions. I have an open Cordonian Arrangement clause with non-disclosure to protect her identity and you toed the line today. You just look at her and you are green with envy you forced yourself into this loveless marriage with your actions and refusal to vindicate her. You acted like a child tonight. You are a total embarrassment to yourself and the crown.”

He backed away from her, "She has a family that gives a damn about her, she has found a family that thinks of her as their own, she has my heart and soul. It must sting like hell to see a woman attract so much love when you don't even know what that is!"

She scoffed, “Love, love, love. Is that the only word you know? What does love have to compare to power? To wealth? To status? I have it all. Only when I'm dead will you be free to live your life with her. I won't go freely.  Thank your brother for that the laws are iron-clad. He is a Barrister AGAIN he knows the laws your Father wrote to prevent a divorce. ” She smirked victoriously.

Liam shook his head, "Then you truly are lost. Jessica is everything you could never be and will have everything you never will. You can't even demonstrate restraint. When this is over and I'm free; you better be out of Cordonia go to England wherever as long as you never breath Cordonian air in your lifetime again; you aren't fit enough. Gloating in our faces at the destruction that made it impossible for me and her to be free together. I won't forget it. I will pull the rug right underneath you and strip you of your titles the second I am able to. Blood alone does not make you noble, it is kindness, it is empathy, it is class. And you have none. You just have a title and nothing more. You are shallow and desperate. Pull a stunt like that again, so help you, God Madeline, you will have hell to pay. Your father nor mine will save you from my wrath. I vow you will pay a high price for the crown you stole from here. I am eager to snatch off your head the moment I can. I won't even contaminate the Royal Vault it. I will destroy it and mail you the melted pieces in whatever hell seek refuge.”

*slap*

Liam smirked at Madeleine's assault as her nostrils flared and her hand shook in anger.

He chuckled, “What pitiful attempt to hold on to something that was never truly yours. Now, I will take my leave. The woman I love is waiting for me… And I don't care to converse with the woman I despise. Go enjoy your time with whoever you want. I don't care who. I would say don't make a fool of yourself but that warning comes too late.”

He turned on his heels, leaving her sputtering as he slammed the front door and made his way out to the main hall with Jessica.