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gimmeaglimmer · 10 months
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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months
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You heard the game! The simp knows what she’s doing!
((Holy crap I’m a top player oh my god oh my god oh my god-))
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bruxbea · 1 year
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Killian Hawke~ 
Bold of Bioware to assume that he too is not a Bi Pirate...
- 6′4 / 193cm  - Force Mage and healer - Proficient animal whisperer - Nose broken trying to rescue a traveling piebald-haired circle mage from attackers in Lothering - Absolute flirt - Does needlepoint as a hobby - Can drink but shouldn’t: will end up on the roof at minimum
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burr-ell · 1 year
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i don't get Hopes fans' insistence that Claude was fixed by a white woman/man (Byleth) and that he’s better when he's used as a prop for a separate white woman (smellygard). Like they of course don't put it like that but that's deadass what they're saying when they attribute all of Claude’s positive character traits to Byleth and when they cheer so hard for Claude ruining his dreams in the service of a violent imperialist.
Claude and Byleth are better (and straight up GREAT) as equals who help each other grow closer to others and not "well Claude was completely evil until Byleth made him good" and he's DEFINITELY better as an antagonistic force against smellygard than a dumb yesman. like sorry to the Claude "fans" that want him to just be a dumb violent brown boy who only gets fixed by the good white characters but he's an amazing and good person all by himself 🚶
as a disclaimer, as a white woman i won't put words in the mouths of fans of color who like hopes!claude—and many do! but many also don't, at least in part for the reasons you mention, and anything i have to say on the topic will be echoing them. (@butwhatifidothis, for example, who's talked a lot about this specifically from this angle.)
i can understand the argument that byleth influenced claude to grow emotionally closer to people and his trust in her allowed him to break down the walls he would have kept up otherwise. but i think it's more than a little bit silly to attribute hopes!claude's behavior entirely to the absence of byleth. because we have canon proof of what claude looks like without byleth, and it's called "fire emblem three houses", a game in which claude a) doesn't try to take over anything even when given some good opportunities to do so and b) never even considers siding with edelgard. even "well claude didn't have the year at garreg mach" still falls flat when you consider that claude was already a clever and curious person before garreg mach, traits that are, by all accounts, largely absent in his motivations in three hopes.
hopes!claude only works as a tragedy, and even then i find it hard to believe. (and of course, having the series' first POC lord be the Tragic One in a fanservice game, compared to his two white counterparts who make off like kings by comparison, is pretty gross no matter how you slice it.) of the many traits canon claude has, "stupid enough to believe he can help edelgard conquer a continent and then starscream her" is not one of them. it's literally just edelgard's (equally stupid, but at least in-character) canon alliance with the slithers, believing she can turn around and destroy them after depleting her own resources bringing any potential allies she might have had to ruin, but with a golden deer coat of paint. i think that, as a golden deer fan, i can be forgiven for not finding that very appealing, even as an AU, and i'm certainly not paying sixty bucks for it.
seriously, Warriors + three houses could easily have just been another fanservice-y romp like the original, where the 3h characters get to interact with past canon characters and they're all friends and go on adventures together, yay!! but they didn't. they went the most financially foolish route possible and it's not at all surprising that fans weren't interested.
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November prompt list challenge 2022, Day 13 - Arts and Crafts
So Moon fell from the ceiling, his small latch on his back broke without reason.
And instead of receiving help by his friends/companions, they all decided to use him as their muse.
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tunasama13 · 1 year
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Decided to create a bitch and a absolute baby for the hallway of a whole nother DIMENSION we got in USUM
First up, we have Diyana
Diyana is the President of Ultra Megalopolis, and as sweet, charming, and kind as she looks... unfortunately, her intentions are the complete opposite of the facade she puts up for her people. She tends to be manipulative and has Dulse’s brother, Vycter, under her spell. She wishes to use Necrozma to help her carry out her dream of finding a dimension with light to restart the Megalopian race in attempts to recreate her ancestors, willing to destroy the ecosystem of the Ultra Beasts to fufill this goal. And she will stop at nothing to get what she wants.
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Now, Katlina!
Kat is a scout in the Ultra Recon Squad. Shy, reclusive, and cowardly, Kat only really ever opens up around her friends, especially Tray. Due to her fear of larger Ultra Beasts, she and Tray are tasked with conserving the smaller Ultra Beasts. However, her life takes some changes after her and her friends are tasked with a mission on uncovering Diyana’s plans... not all of them are good ones.
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Also have a bunch of little fuckers :]
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daisy-mooon · 5 months
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I'm obsessed with Apollo in PJO. He's a girlboss. He's bisexual. He's a loser. He killed his ex boyfriend by screaming at him. He's enslaved by a twelve year old. He's the 4000 year old god. He's stuck in the body of a 16 year old with acne. He passes out every fifty pages. He claims to be the eldest twin. His twin sister helped deliver him. He has a talking prophetic arrow only he can hear. He canonically gave birth to Kayla through godly mpreg. He fucking hates ravens. He sang Sweet Caroline whilst actively dying from a zombie virus. He loves elephants. He's a simp. He got cockblocked by a talking sword. He hates everything. He needs to be protected by a 12 year old whenever a fight breaks out. He's a sopping wet cat. He's blorbo. He's entirely and utterly pathetic. He should NEVER be allowed a gun. We stan <3
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byunbqbes · 1 year
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HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN
⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima
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♡ kuroo
"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"
kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...
kuroo's jaw drops.
he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.
"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"
kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"
"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.
"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"
kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.
when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.
he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."
before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.
you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.
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♡ suna
suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.
normally.
he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?
suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.
before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.
he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"
okay? fuck. he is more than okay.
suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.
holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?
as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.
he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.
"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."
suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.
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♡ ushijima
"hi!"
ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -
there is no way you are real.
"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.
ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.
"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.
"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."
you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"
"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"
"roses!"
of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.
before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."
you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"
your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.
did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.
is he complaining? oh hell no.
🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!
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fuyuluvr · 1 year
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hey! i love you ♡
synopsis: drunkenly confessing that you love him.
characters: bonten! mikey, sanzu, kakucho, ran, rindou, kokonoi. x reader (f!pronouns used)
warnings: sickening fluff, bonten!characters so expect spoilers, suggestive in sanzu’s part! 
genre: fluff
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mikey: 
he was sat at the private table, scrolling through his phone in a daze. bonten had successfully managed to push through with a difficult client, and as much as mikey wanted to brush away the deal as another simple “job well done” his members, sans kakucho, begged for a night out to which he reluctantly agreed.
now he’s watching as you stumbled with drunken dancing bodies, your giggles still managing to reach his ears even with the amount of bass and chatter that surrounded him. 
your hazy eyes find his, a dopey smile on your face as you approach the platinum haired male. mikey pocketed his phone before outstretching one of his hands for you to take. you giggled as you grabbed onto his hand and tripped on yourself, landing your entire weight on the male. 
“are you having fun, love?” mikey asked as you sang along to the party music that the club was playing. you let out a nod as you leaned your head on your husband’s chest. 
“mikey~” you draw out, trying to catch his attention. 
mikey let out a low hum, you feel his chest vibrate at the sound to which you let out another giggle at. you raise your head up from his chest, hazy eyes looking straight at his. 
“i love you!” you say, a happy smile on your face. mikey’s expression didn’t change, but amidst the glow of the blue lights, you can see that his face has darkened into a blush. 
“you’re drunk.” you shook your head. “no, ‘m not. i just love you! so much.” you say, placing a kiss on his cheek then his lips. 
mikey could taste the alcohol that you drank but he didn’t care. he returned your kiss, letting out a small smile as you pull away. 
“i love you, so, so much, manjirou.” you say, a drunken yet genuine smile on your face. 
“i know, i love you too.”
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sanzu: 
twin scars stretch into a smile as he sees you dancing alongside the other bonten partners. the haitani brothers were right beside him, seemingly trying to pull him into conversation but stopped once they realized his gaze was transfixed on you. 
“oi, simp. we’re trying to talk to you.” ran said, snapping his fingers in front of the pinkette who only waved them off. 
“and i’m trying not to get a boner right now but things aren’t going our way.” sanzu replies, not moving his gaze from the way you move. 
“man, you make me sick.” he hears rindou groan out. sanzu didn’t care as he took another shot that was placed in front of him before standing up and walking over to you. 
once your eyes meet his, you automatically pull you into him and grind against him, the pinkette lets out a chuckle at your actions as he lets you lead the dance. 
“can’t get your hands off of me, my sweet?” you let out a playful huff at him before wrapping your arms around his neck. 
“y-you looked so hot, haru.” you say, lips inching towards his ear. sanzu let out an involuntary shudder. 
“yeah?” he replied just as quietly, you nodded before placing your lips on his neck. “mm… love you.” sanzu froze a little at the words that escaped your lips. he pulls you away, keeping his hands on your waist as he looks you in your eyes.
“say that again?” you whined as you lost the warmth his body provided, body still moving with the beat, you repeated your words. 
“i said i love you.” you slur, sanzu couldn’t help the smile that plasters on his face as he pulled you close to him, lips slotting on yours and his tongue making his way inside. 
you closed your eyes as you felt his tongue moving inside your mouth, letting him take the lead as countless of ‘love you’s escaped his lips when he pulled away for air. 
he groans as he fully pulls away, taking your hand and dragging you to the exit. 
“h-haru, where are we going.” you say, legs struggling to keep up. 
“we’re going home and i’m showing you how much i love you.” he winked. you gulped at the insinuation of his words, you mentally prepared yourself for a long night. 
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ran: 
ran grins as you clinked your wine glass into his. a beautiful smile spread out on your face as you both drank the fancy wine you have been saving for special occasions. 
it was you and ran’s 3rd anniversary and he still thinks it’s a miracle that you stayed with him for this long. 
“cheers, doll.”
after a few hours of celebrating in his penthouse, you stood up, legs wobbly. your husband stands beside you in an instant. his hands on your waist as you giggled and stumbled into his chest. 
“‘m really glad i fixed up your cuts when we were teens.” you slurred, eyes closing. ran’s brows quirked up in interest at your sudden talk of the past. 
“hmm? why’s that?” you gave a dopey smile before burying your head on his chest. 
“because that was when i started crushing on you.” you giggle, ran let out a chuckle on your adorable behavior. 
“and look! here we are years later. you’re with me now. you have no escape~!” you draw out your last words, looking at him with hazy eyes. 
“i love you~” your words were drawn out, ran lets out a smile, his heart feeling full. 
“i love you too, doll.” he said, pecking your forehead, you closed your eyes at the contact before shaking your head. 
“haha, no. i love you more.” the male only shook his head at your childish behavior. 
“okay do–”
“you can’t say anything! let me have the last word. i love you~” you giggle, before your eyes shut and a few seconds later, your breathing evens out. 
ran lets out a loving smile before his arms go under the back of your thighs and your back. he lifts you up with ease as he carries you to your shared bedroom. 
once you were situated, he lays down beside you and wraps his arms around your frame, his lips nearing your ears as he lets out a quiet “i love you the most.”
he closes his eyes, lulling himself to sleep, only to feel you shuffling towards him and pulling him tighter with a subconscious. 
“no. i love you more.”
maybe this time he’ll let you win.
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rindou: 
“if you stare at her any harder, she might know.” a teasing voice snaps rindou out of his thoughts. he turns to glare at the owner of the voice, rolling his eyes when he sees that it was his brother.
“i wasn’t staring.” “mhm, sure. and i was born yesterday.” the younger haitani clenches his jaw at the nonchalant way his brother brushed away his words before turning his gaze back to you who was suddenly looking back at him with your friend whispering in your ear. 
rindou hastily turns away from you, he hears his brother laugh before patting him on the back. 
“you two are hopeless.” ran said before downing a shot. “a bunch of pining idiots that won’t confess.”
“she doesn’t feel the same for me!” rindou insists, looking once more at you, who was now downing shot after shot. 
“mhm, alright. but all i’m saying is that if you don’t shoot your shot now, who knows who’ll whisk her away, brother.” rindou glares at the older before standing up and heading to your general direction. 
“put it on my tab.” he says to the bartender, covering the card that supposed to pay with, with his hand and pocketing it so you couldn’t fight him on it. 
“hey, no fair, haitani!” you whine, pushing his shoulder for a bit. 
“is it so bad to buy the pretty lady her drinks?” rindou asks as he is pulled into the dance floor. you scoff at his words before swaying your body to the beat. 
“keep that up and i might just kiss that stupid pretty face of yours.” the male smirked at your words. 
“why don’t you?” he challenged, you don’t know if it was the alcohol or the way he was looking at you but the next thing you do know was your lips were on his.
the usually composed male let out a surprised sound before kissing you back with no hesitation. once you pulled away, you couldn’t help but let out a sudden “god, i’m so fucking in love with you.”
the sight of rindou’s widening eyes caused you to sober up just a bit as you pushed him away slightly. 
“wait n–” “say that again.” “huh?” “say it again.”
“i uh… i love you.“ rindou now smirks at the suddenly shy persona you were showing him before he tilts your face up once more to have his lips meet yours.
“good. i love you too.”
if you listen closely enough, you can hear ran’s cheering from behind. but the both of you blissfully pretend to not know him.
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kokonoi:
you swore to yourself to never drink your way out of your problems. but sometimes it seems like it was the only way to escape. 
you and kokonoi once again had a fight about how you should spend more of his money. as much as he wanted you to. it was laughable, really, how something as simple as not spending money escalated to him accusing you that you didn’t love him. 
“why don’t you just spend the money? i didn’t give you that card just for you to have it as decoration.” kokonoi said, running his fingers in his white hair in annoyance. 
“i don’t need to spend money every single day, hajime!” you say with the same intensity he used with you, voice progressively getting louder. “i didn’t sign up to be your sugarbaby, i signed up to be your partner!” kokonoi rolled his eyes. 
“you’re just looking for ways to break up with me, huh? you’ll start by not spending any money until you’ve done it long enough to be reasonable and then end it between us.” he said, you looked at him as if he grew a third head with his reasoning.
his logic was ridiculous and you knew it, he didn’t want to admit it. 
“koko– what the actual hell are you talking about?” kokonoi only barked out a bitter laugh. “whatever, (y/n). i’ll be back later.” he said, not even sparing you a glance as he took his keys from the holder. 
“hajime, come back here! we both know what you’re saying is ridiculous. come here so we can talk properly.” you say, getting fed up. kokonoi only ignores you as the door slams shut. 
frustrated tears build up in the corner of your eyes before you harshly rubbed them and marched over to the wine cabinet and opened one up, not caring about the rarity of it before taking a swig out of it. 
which led you to your current predicament, you hear the engine of kokonoi’s car by your driveway. 
you let out a scoff, taking another swig of the bottle as you hear him open the door to find you on the kitchen counter with your second bottle of wine. 
“wh–” “you’re back early.” kokonoi only let out a guilty nod, “mikey noticed i was out of it… when i told the guys what happened…” he trailed off, he was quiet for a while as if he was thinking of the right words to say. “you’re right. i was being dumb.” he sighed.
you nodded, placing the bottle down before wobbling towards him and pushing his chest as you babbled drunkenly. 
“i know, sweetheart. i’m so–” “you’re such a fucking dumbass, kokonoi hajime!” you say, pushing him once more but he doesn’t budge, not even a little. 
“you think i’m with you for your stupid money?” you say, frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. “you absolute idiot, i don’t care about your money! i’m with you because i love you.” 
kokonoi’s heart stutters against his chest at the words he didn’t deserve to hear. 
“you’re an idiot! a big, stupid idiot!” kokonoi couldn’t help but chuckle at the grade schooler vocabulary you were firing at him. he knows he shouldn’t find the situation adorable but he does. 
“i’m in love with a fucking idiot.” you whisper, the wine taking a toll on you as you slumped your body against his, breaths evening out. 
kokonoi smiles sadly, guilty that you were in such a state because of him. 
“i’m sorry, sweetheart.” kokonoi whispers, you stir in his hold. he places you gently on the bed before brushing your hair away from your face. 
“i love you too.” 
he’s already thinking of ways to make it up to you, and the first thing he’ll do tomorrow is take care of your hangover. 
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kakucho: 
kakucho blinks at the sight of you being held up by your equally drunk friends. 
“we’re really sorry for this, we didn’t notice she was drinking too much.” one of your friends slurred. the ravenette only nodded and thanked them for bringing you home as he took you from their hold on you. 
“drive safe.” he says as he bids your friends goodbye.
the male effortlessly carried you inside the bathroom, your eyes were barely opened as you assessed where you currently were. 
“kaku?” he hums at his name, you smile at the confirmation before engulfing him in a hug. 
“kaku!” he lets out a small smile at the childish grin you gave him. 
“how was your night, my dearest?” you hummed into his chest before resting your chin on it and facing him. 
“‘t’was so fun, kaku! you should’ve been there!” you whine, kakucho patted your back before reminding you that it was a girl’s night out and him being there would’ve defeated the purpose. 
you whine once more, shaking your head against him, burying your face once more. “i don’t care. i wanted you there.”
kakucho couldn’t help but tease you with your words. 
“you missed me, huh?” you pulled away, facing him with a drunken smile. 
“of course i did, kaku! i love you~” you giggled before cupping his face. he could smell the cocktails you’ve drank during the night. 
“love you.” you peck him on his lips once, “love you so much.” twice “love you, so, so, so much.” you giggled before pecking him three times more. 
kakucho let out a foolish grin at the affection that you were giving him. your thumb tracing his scar. he cowers under your gaze as you were transfixed in tracing his scar. 
“god, i love you so much.” you muttered, placing a soft peck on the scar by his cheekbone. 
“i love coming home to you.” you say quietly, as if it will ruin the trance that you put yourself in.  
“‘m really lucky to have you, you know?” you lazily said, the alcohol getting the best of you as your eyes flutter close, then open, as if you were fighting yourself to stay awake. 
kakucho, now with a reddened face and a warmth filled heart only let out a chuckle at your current state. 
“it’s fine, dearest. you can close your eyes.” he gently commands, you follow, not even a few seconds later soft even breaths came out from you. 
kakucho smiled at the sight of you before he held your face up gently and removed your makeup, then respectfully getting you out of your clothes and dressing you up in one of his shirts before carrying you to the bed and tucking you in. 
kakucho traced your features before he pecks your slightly parted lips. 
“you’re mistaken, my dearest.” he whispers as he pulls you to him and closes his eyes. 
“i’m luckier to have you love me so much.” kakucho continues before letting himself succumb to sleep, your form protectively in his hold. 
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gracerings · 1 year
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there are a lot of things that make the locked tomb series so appealing, like yeah lesbians with swords, bones, deeply fucked up and compelling dynamics etc, but fundamentally possibly the most enticing aspect of it is the sheer amount of pathetic women in it. we are living in an age of DROUGHT of pathetic women in media; the Girlboss trope, in its most stereotypical and mind-numbingly basic interpretation, reigns supreme. the female silly little meow meow is ENDANGERED. but not in the locked tomb series! in fact there are several of them here and they’re all pathetic in different special ways, which doesn’t prevent them from also being badasses and strong, skilled fighters, but CRUCIALLY they are also losers!! and that’s what makes them so great!!!! like we have the self-sacrificing butch lesbian jesus-figure with a hole in her chest and the most pathetic case of Simping in history, canonically known as the ‘saddest girl in the universe’, the evil stick feral kitten lesbian nunlet with a bone fetish that everyone for some reason is obsessed with (no actually it’s understandable), the super tall ghost-looking ‘problematic’ lesbian with a bone arm who loves to cause problems on purpose, her even taller and more insane twin sister and her deeply repressed constantly half-dead crush who’s pretty much always having the worst time out of everyone in a series where everyone is always having the worst time. oh and of course the eldritch horror dressed up as a barbie doll
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gimmeaglimmer · 6 months
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"The thing with Mick and me is that people only hear about the squabbles, and they forget there's like 15 years between one squabble and another. We're sewn together at the hip. And now and again, you know, we try to break the stitches. But we love each other."
- Keith in a new interview with the Telegraph
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valeskafics · 7 months
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"Hypocritical" - Aemond Targaryen x Twin Wife!Reader Drabble
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a/n: request from a lovely anon, hope you enjoy, darling 💕
Summary: During a late night trip to the kitchens, you happen upon an argument between your husband and your eldest daughter.
TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, tiddy succin of course, pregnancy kink if you squint, simp!aemond
Word Count: 1,000 words
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated ❤️
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Aemond Targaryen prides himself on being a patient man. But, he is still a dragon. And when that patience runs out, it is not a pretty sight.
That is precisely what you walk in on. It is late, the hour of the owl mayhaps, when you wake. Your back aches, your breast ache, your stomach, such is the curse and the blessing of being with child. You glance to your side and see that Aemond is not in bed beside you. You assume he has gone off to attend to one of his duties as king, and for a moment, you find yourself missing the days when he was just a prince and you just his twin and wife, not a king and a queen. You sit up and stretch your back, somehow managing to roll out of bed, one hand on your protruding belly as you make your way to the kitchens.
Pregnancy has given you quite the urge for late night strolls through the keep to acquire some lemon cakes in the dead of night, unbeknownst to your husband. After retrieving your snack, you hear raised voices coming from your eldest daughter’s room. You arch a brow, wondering what is happening and move toward the door, slightly cracked open, only to see your husband pacing back and forth, in the midst of scolding Alysanne. Part of you is curious as to what they are arguing about, but the larger part of you wishes to avoid getting caught up in their disagreement. Alysanne is just as stubborn and pig-headed as your beloved husband, and so, getting caught in between the two of them is never much fun.
However, the door creaks as you step away, prompting both Aemond and Alysanne’s heads to turn your way, seeing you standing there.
Aemond moves toward you, gently taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your palm as he murmurs, “Sweetling, why are you not asleep? You are nearly eight moons pregnant, you must rest, ñuhus jorrāeliarzus.” (my love)
You let out a sigh as he leads you into Alysanne’s chambers, urging you to take a seat. Alysanne gives you a sheepish little grin as you look between the two of them.
“What has happened?”
“Nothing too important,” Aemond says, fussing over you, earning an amused look from your daughter as he grabs a stool to prop your feet up on, “I was just teaching our child some manners.”
Alysanne rolls her eyes and opens her mouth to speak, only to be scolded by you, “Do not roll your eyes at your father, zaldrītsos,” you chide before turning back to your husband who has dropped to his knees and begun to remove your shoes, massaging your aching feet, “What did she do, Aemond?” (little dragon)
“I caught her kissing Maegor,” Aemond declares, giving your daughter a disapproving glare, “Can you believe it?”
You knit your brows together in confusion, “You caught her kissing her twin, her betrothed? And this is a problem because…?”
“Because they are not yet wed!” Aemond cries out incredulously, as though he is completely baffled by why you are not more upset about this.
“Aemond, did you not take my virtue by the time I was Alysanne’s age?” you drawl blandly, watching from the corner of your eye as your daughter slaps her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing, “Is it not hypocritical of you to scold her for kissing her betrothed when you and I were far worse?”
Aemond’s cheeks flush at the reminder of your rather impetuous shared youth and speedy courtship, “I… Erm…”
You move to stand and take Alysanne’s hands in your own, “Now, sweetling, kepa is just worried about you, so mayhaps, just be a bit more discreet next time, hm?” (Father)
Alysanne nods, smirking slightly at the sight of her father having been suitably chastised by you, “Yes, muña.” (Mother)
You press a kiss to her forehead before turning back to your husband and extending a hand to him, whispering in his ear, “Now, you. I woke up quite alone in our chambers and I believe you have quite a bit of making up to do, my dear husband.”
Aemond nods, taking your hand and giving one last warning look to your daughter before leaving, earning a sharp elbow to the gut from you, “Ouch!”
“Leave her be,” you scold again, “Gods, it is as though I have five children instead of four,” you shake your head.
Aemond sighs, “I am just worried-”
“You did not seem so worried when you took my virtue,” you sass, moving to lay down in bed beside him, fluffing your pillow, “In fact, I believe your words were, ‘We are as good as married anyway, hāedus, what does it matter anyway?’” (little sister)
He lets out a huff as he pulls the covers over himself, cuddling up to you, resting a hand on your belly, the feeling of his large, warm palm soothing you, “Fine, fine. You are right, I am wrong, as always.”
“A king must always listen to his queen,” you smirk, pressing a kiss to his jaw, earning a low moan from him, “Is that not right?”
He hums in agreement before moving to undo your nightgown, “You know, Maester Mellos told me that intercourse may help with your pains.”
“Oh, did he?” you tease, “You are sure this is not some half-baked scheme you have come up with just to bed me again? You know I would let you have me any time, lēkȳs,” you purr, your hands moving to rid him of his sleeping tunic. (big brother)
Aemond chuckles, his eye going wide with delight as your breasts are revealed to him, so soft and full, as though they are just for him. He presses a kiss to your lips, your neck, before finding one of your sensitive nipples, suckling at it gently. 
You let out a contented sigh, thinking to yourself how lucky you are to still be so very much in love with your husband, your king.
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I'm so fucking feral it's not even funny.
So azul is an octopus mer as we know. But what if he was specifically Giant Pacific Octopus.
I saw someone else talk about it but all I could think about was giant octopus azul having his way with a significantly smaller Mc. Size kink go bRrrrrrrrrRer.
like the horniest shit is right there and no ones writing it 😭💀
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aisjejdhr you are so right and you should say it <3 As always all characters are depicted as 18+
Two : smut, hornnie, tentacle porn, insecurity, filthy unhinged smut shamelessly written by a simp, size kink
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So the eel twins do say that azul in his mer form is bigger than them but what if he was just absolutely massive
At first he'd be so insecure being way bigger than you- but then he sees how you curl into his large form and something clicks in his predator brain
He loves to just wrap you up in himself- possessive ahh ahh octopus
The real fun is in submission holds because once he gets his hands (tentacles) on you there's no escape.
Azul putting MC in a head lock while he absolutely stuffs them
Honestly he's a little shocked at first when you are so incredibly willing to be restrained and taken by him
I think azul is the kind of repressed desperate horny, he's so thoroughly convinced no one wants him so he repressed himself out of shame as body insecurity
But the flood gates are open once you express even the slightest bit of interest
A potion letting you breathe under water was the beast decision ever.
He has you pinned under his hulking mass, chest pressed against you back as his weight forces your top half against the cool ocean floor. Meanwhile his tentacles hold up your hips while they rub and paw at your poor clit/dick
Absolute torture until your practicality begging for him to just stuff you! And whoa boy dose he STUFF you
His tentacles are big, thick and not quite smooth, bumpy surface giving just a bit more stimulation
And he's handsy! Large palms and slender fingers groping and grabbing at any soft flesh he can- chest, tummy, thighs and hips he's grabbing all of it!
And you are so small to him, just a poor human who fell into his dastardly clutches
It's even better if in his human form you're taller then him! Because he goes feral, some deep seeded primal need to both protect and ravage you.
His favorite part is definitely the aftermath
Pretty body covered in deep reddish purple sucker shaped bruises- some the size of your fist. And you curl up on his chest, black arms holding your body close to his while he Coos at how well you took him, about how small and helpless you are in the scary ocean and how he'll protect you.
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Etheries hello! If you're open to requests right now, could you write something for twst where they find out (gender neutral but presumably afab) reader is pregnant with their child? I'd love to request for Azul, Vil, Malleus, and Rollo specifically but any others you think would be fun to write would be fun to read too. Thank you!!
YYYAAAA!!! I LOVE THIS CONCEPT Twst men with children make me so giddy inside hehehehe. Especially the non-humans for some reason, like Fae and Mer folk aosiefjlskadjf
You're pregnant!! Their reaction?
you know what, I decided to throw in how many daughters/sons I'd think they would have, too. For shits and giggles.
Featuring: Azul, Vil, Malleus, and of course I need to add my baby girl Lilia <3 I'm sorry, I really can't write Rollo, I sat here for an hour trying to think of something, but I suppose he is where my creativity halts... my apologies. I hope you like this nonetheless!
General warnings: Afab reader, but no pronouns are used. I feel like there is obvious malleus favoritism because I think he's a huge simp that wants a bunch of babies LMFAOOO, there's so much to write on him. And Lilias is a little bit more on the angsty side of things...but overall fluffy! Not very proofread either <3
Azul
He is BEYOND anxious. More anxious than he had ever felt in his entire life. You? His lovely significant other, pregnant, with HIS child? His offspring?
Almost faints at the news. When you tell him the news, he just stares at you with wide eyes and jaw ajar.
He is happy, truly, but he's honestly a mess. Will this be a mostly human child? Will you be giving birth to an octo-egg? Will they need to be birthed in the water of the sea? So many uknown variables and questions swim in his mind, but his first plan of action is to hug you tightly and sob into your shoulder.
CONSTANT doctor checkups. He's asking you to go more often than they would recommend, but he can't help it. He needs to be 10000% certain that you are going to be okay and find out what form his child will be taking.
Imagine if it's twins, oh my gosh. He would actually faint.
his children will have a never-ending supply of love from Uncle Jade and Uncle Floyd
Weird presents, probably ingesting food from the sea by his recommendation, prenatal potions, and bed rest. If he read it, you were doing it. Your health was his number one priority.
Azul is probably leaning towards a traditional father, going to work and getting as much profit as possible to support you and his children. But of course, he will take a significant amount of time off to help you and any obstacles that come with having a mer-folks child.
On the sweeter side...
His hands will be trembling ever so slightly, with tears in his eyes every time he feels your stomach. He will kiss your stomach, and lay on your lap to be close by. He can't believe he has come so far in life- to the point where he has a beautiful significant other such as yourself and a child on the way.
He worries about many things, finances, being able to get the most out of life, if he will be able to provide for you and this child, and the kind of life his child will have.
Kind of hopes that his child is mostly human. He was bullied for his species, being slow, pudgy, and whatnot. That's not the life he wants for his children if they end up looking more like him.
You're able to calm his nerves, though. All in all, he is incredibly excited to meet his new baby, and will be doing so by his beloveds side <3
I personally see him having one child. Probably a boy, probably an easy baby. I don't think Azul would want more than one child.
Vil
the moment he saw that positive pregnancy test, he had a conflicting wave of emotions.
Of course his outward reaction was to hug you, stroke your head, and pepper your face in kisses. Of course, the news elated him, he seemed calm and collected enough, but there were many worries in his mind.
He doesn't want to accidentally "ruin" his child.
Vil was always in the face of cameras, the face of the public's wary eye, and was hyper-focused on his image and how others may perceive him.
He would hate to accidentally subject his child to the same watchful eye of the public and create this whole image that he needs to be perfect. He wants this child to grow up how they choose, with good values, instead of fearing what may come out of the public opinion.
always hiding you and shielding you from paparazzi. He wanted to hide the news that you were pregnant until later down the line. There are some crazy fans out there, and he would never risk something happening to you. Face masks and disguises were not unknown to you from dating him already at this point, but it was almost as if it came out tenfold.
Rook and Epel = sweetest most doting uncles ever!
Vil had to slap Rook on the head when he felt like Rook was getting a little too handsy with your baby bump.
Epel made sure you had the best batch of apples straight from the farm! Good for the baby, he says!
Vil loves playing music for you and his child, piano, singing...he loves it. it's great bonding for the both of you. He'd hum and sing songs to your stomach while rubbing it gently.
Finances will never pose a problem. Another thing that was never a problem, was Vil going out of his way to take off work and make sure he was there to properly take care of you. You never felt abandoned and alone despite his busy schedule and the fact he was always out doing some sort of movie shoot or commercial, he would never hesitate to take off or call in if you were having a particularly rough day.
Overall, he's excited! He hopes the baby grows up in their own skin and individuality, making choices for themselves when it comes to their career path. And a little side note...he really liked how cute you looked waddling around pregnant with a baby bump. Heuehue.
I can envision you and Vil possibly having two-three children, pretty even in age difference. Depends! I think he would like a big family, get a home with plenty of space. I can see him with both boys and girls, I think I see Vil being a really good "girl dad" tho.
Malleus
absolutely ecstatic. He wanted this so so so bad. He was over the moon. He held back an embarrassing display of giggling and fangirling over the fact he impregnated you, instead opted with a smile and a "Wonderful."
You sometimes wonder if he purposefully did something to result in your pregnancy because I like to think he's a little bit insane like that, but it's okay! You don't mind!
This man wants so. many. kids. Half-fae Half human children run around the castle bringing it to life and showing off the world the unity between humans and faes. He doesn't care if anyone else doesn't agree with this, he on the other hand is absolutely bemused by you and the fact you are bearing his children.
Will they come out as eggs needing to be hatched? How long will it take to hatch with your nonmagical side? Will they have mostly human attributes? Will his fae genetics be so dominant that it's like a bunch of little copies of him? Will his child have your ears and his eyes? and vise versa? will his child come out looking just like he did, in a full dragon form, or will his child come out like a normal human? He has asked ALL of these questions and more. He is so excited.
Buys a lot of clothes, builds rooms in the castle (yes, rooms. because he knows you will have more of his children and wants to be prepared.) "Can never have enough to be prepared for all outcomes," He says. Whatever floats his boat, I suppose!
Appoints the most skilled doctors there is in the Valley. You are always, without a doubt, taken care of. He reads piles upon piles of parenting books, he's always by your side, to the point where sometimes he brings you into important meetings just to be sure you were in his sights.
He vows his children will never feel the crushing lonliness he did as a child. He vouches to always be availble to have meals with his children, to play with his children, and be active in their learning process. He will allow them to travel all over and gain knowledge, and be certain they will never feel like they are missing out on anything.
He LOVES your baby bump. At night in bed he will press his ear up against your stomach, rub it, kiss it, talk to it. He is so infatuated with you and your body. Kisses every single stretch mark, and his hands are all over you. Seeing you pregnant with his child stirs up some sort of desire to keep you that way, but he tries to...push down this part of him. For the most part. Heuheu.
And when you two are sleeping, his dragon tail always comes out to wrap around you protectively. It's his way of making sure both of you are safe through the night because sevens forbid anything happens to his beloved and their child(ren).
Honestly, I am a firm believer that Malleus would have twins, for some reason. Two hatchlings! Together! A boy and a girl. (I have a whole fic idea for this...you'll probably see it one day. heuheu.) or two boys. I think it would be super chaotic with two twins with big draconic features and attitudes, alot of running around and mischief in the house!! He would of course go on to have more children with you. I think it may become an addiction for him. Or not! I can also see him being content with two.
Lilia
Honestly, when you first gave him the news, he was uncertain how to feel. He inquired if you were serious,him raising a child at his age? He wasn't certain he'd be able to do it. He raised Silver, and now that his magic reserves were dwindling, he was worried he wouldn't be able to fully be there for you and your baby.
"Lilia...i'm pregnant." Once those words left your lips, his normal silly demeanor dropped slightly. He had a thoughtful look upon his face, eyes wide staring at you. He asked if you were certain, and it was initially a long and deep discussion about your future together and how things will pan out.
After talking it out, a few tears and heartfelt moments, Lilia smiled brightly and gave you the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek. He started to become a little more excited! And once you shared the news with Silver, Malleus, and Sebek, they were more than happy to pitch in a helping hand.
Honestly, I think as he saw your baby bump grow, so did his excitement. He of course loved the children he adopted more than anything in the entire world, but something about looking at you holding your tummy full of his very own blood, it felt...different.
He was nervous, for sure. This was a child that was going to carry his lineage, his very own DNA coursing through that baby. He wasn't sure how things would turn out but prayed that this baby would have a life of peace and acceptance, unlike his war-filled days and alienation for being a lesser type of fae.
He was OBSESSED with how you looked pregnant. He could get used to this sight, you waddling around, swollen feet... for more in-depth details about how he felt about you being pregnant, you can take a read at this fic I wrote a while ago about it. All in all, he pampers you to death. Rubbing your feet, kissing your stomach, tracing your stretch marks with his fingers...oh he could truly get used to this.
He does fear what the future may hold. He wants all of his children to see him at his strongest, not to see him slowly give into old age as his magic fades to nothing. You may have to reassure him a few times throughout your pregnancy that you and this child will love him no matter what, and remind him that YOU are magicless as well. And Lilia would make an amazing father, with or without his "power." It's his personality and determination as an amazing, child-loving figure that will give this child a life to look forward to.
Once he gets over the insecurities about becoming a father to a new half-fae, half-human baby, he starts to dig up old parenting books he used to have.
He will give this baby, and you, as much love as he possibly can <3\
I can see Lilia with a girl! Probably just one baby, because he can only handle so much anymore! He would be an AMAZING girl dad. He would be a great father regardless of the gender of the baby, but I can really see him with a daughter for some reason. The visions are strong with this one.
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eoieopda · 10 months
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the one with mingyu and the twin bed
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summary: you brought your boyfriend to your parents’ house for christmas dinner. he can’t get a grip because you can’t keep yours to yourself. pairing: kim mingyu x f!reader type: drabble (smut) | rating: 18+ | wc: 3.5k au: est. relationship, home for the holidays cw: teasing, teasing, teasing; unprotected sex; mingyu is a pouty lil simp; multiple orgasms; reader rides it like she stole it and has to keep him quiet in the process :’) a/n: nobody asked, i just have mingyu brain rot 🥲 🚨 MINORS OR AGELESS BLOGS WHO INTERACT WITH MY CONTENT WILL BE BLOCKED. MY WORK IS NOT FOR YOU.
You might kill him. And really, if that’s not your goal, it’s still the most likely result. This road you’ve chosen starts with a squeeze of his knee under the table, travels up his thigh and — well, Mingyu can imagine how it ends, but not when or where. That’s the problem.
Well, that’s the primary problem. 
The worst part about it all is that you look so unbothered by it all. You’re laughing through conversation with your parents, who sit on the opposite side of the table, like Mingyu isn’t on the brink of passing the fuck out beside you. Like his slacks aren’t squeezing the life out of him in the same torturous way your hand is. 
You’re moving so slowly that the table cloth doesn’t even flutter with your secret ministrations.
He knew you were a devil, but what fresh hell is this?
“— feeling okay?”
Mingyu has to blink himself back into reality to realize he’d been spoken to. Your father, who Mingyu had thankfully met before tonight — and made a positive, sustainable first impression on — looks concerned. His eyebrows furrow the same way yours do when you’re worried.
“Sorry,” Mingyu starts by clearing his throat. He flashes a smile that makes your mother blush, not unlike the way you usually do. “I was daydreaming about that galbi jjim from earlier. Don’t know if I’ll ever eat better.”
That’s a lie, he thinks immediately. Dessert is one seat over, fingertips whispering over his inseam, and Mingyu’s mouth is already watering at the thought. But he’s stuck. You’re untouchable as long as the pair of you are at this table, and you’re untouchable upstairs for more reasons than one. 
Your mother is flustered — so is Mingyu, but for an entirely different reason — and she glances up at your father. His smile is a flat line, but it reads like approval. She elbows him gently.
“See, yeobo?” She quips, “I told you he was charming.” 
Then, she turns to look at you with a firm nod. “You picked well.”
“To be clear, Mingyu picked me,” You laugh, waving your free hand dismissively.  “With the amount of girls queuing up for his attention, he had options — a lot of them. I just lucked out.”
At this, he short-circuits, so much so that he nearly sprays the wine he’s sipping all over the table and your unsuspecting parents. 
“Oh, no, no. Not even close,” He sputters, earning a surprised giggle from your mother. Faked offense pulls the corners of his mouth down, puckers his lips into an pout around his words. “I had to beg for your phone number, if I recall —”
“Did you really?” Your mother gasps. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth, as if she’s watching one of the daytime dramas she’s always talking about.
Your father looks smug as he reaches his arm out over the table, fingers closed over his palm. The hand you aren’t using to commit unspeakable crimes lifts to meet his fist over the acorn jelly, knuckles tapping lightly. 
Your father smirks, “That’s my girl.”
You look at Mingyu fully now, not from the corner of your eye the way you had been. It’s downright spooky how your face can look that innocent at a time like this. That is, until you bite down on your plush lower lip.
Fuck.
Is he about to faint? He really might faint.
“Okay, fine. You’re right,” You demur with a shrug.
That sweet smile of yours is unbelievably misleading, but goddamn, does it look good on you.
“I didn’t make it very easy for you, did I?” 
He tries not to clench his jaw when you flatten your palm and squeeze the highest, innermost part of his thigh. He fails miserably. After all, you’re running out of real estate; and Mingyu’s running out of resolve. 
This is it for me, he thinks. Remember me as I was: a fucking simp.
Thankfully, both of your parents stand up to carry dishes off to be washed. They cross the threshold into the kitchen and miss the way Mingyu’s head slumps back against his chair. So desperate and defeated, he ignores the way his skull aches after colliding with the oak backrest.
He squeezes his eyes shut and waits for the sweet release of death.
When their footfalls are no longer audible, Mingyu assumes they’re out of sight. You shift, but he doesn’t crack his eyes open until he feels the heat of your breath on the shell of his ear. His gaze locks on the ceiling when you whisper, “Can you blame me? It’s so cute when you beg.”
If his dick strains any harder against his pants, the zipper may break.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Mingyu gulps. He shakes his head, voice wavering. “Baby, I’m gonna drop dead in your childhood home — on Christmas, no less — and it’s gonna be all your fault.”
The tip of your nose nudges the side of his face as you place a kiss on his earlobe. The white knuckle grip he holds on the edge of the table is the only thing keeping him together, and you know it. Still, the feather-light touch of your fingertips finds what it’s after. They trace the outline of his bulge through his slacks, and before he can stop himself, Mingyu audibly sighs.
He’d tell you to stop if he could jumpstart his brain. That’s a lie, he corrects himself. He doesn’t want you to stop; he just wants you. Wants you so badly that it hurts.
“Attempted murder,” Mingyu mumbles helplessly.
God, he’s pathetic.
Head slumped to the side, he finally allows himself to look at you. Immediately, he has to wonder: is there anyone who wouldn’t beg for you? He’d be on his knees in a heartbeat if your parents weren’t loading a dishwasher, several meters away. He’d clear the table himself, too,  if sweeping his arm overtop and sending silverware to the ground counted for anything.
Unbothered by the internal crisis you’ve started in him, you stroke him slowly, like you have all the time in the world to end him; and not a care at all that you might get caught in the process. The kiss you leave on his jaw is so soft — and so laughably chaste, all things considered — that he’s not sure it even happened. To keep from pleading out loud, he grinds his teeth even more harshly together.
Are you there, God? It’s me, Mingyu.
His prayers are answered immediately, which makes him a little bit suspicious — and a lot more feral.
You hum, amusement downright musical, and he shivers. “I’m going to help them finish down here. Wait for me upstairs?”
When Mingyu shoots up to his feet, the force of his thighs against the underside of the table threatens to flip it. The remaining wine glasses wobble in place, but thankfully, you’d all killed the bottle some time ago; no drop is left to be spilled. He still cringes at the close call, though. With a grimace, he mutters rapid-fire apologies — whether to you, the glassware, or the God of Dirty Thoughts, he’s not sure. 
You trap your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from laughing, which Mingyu appreciates. His clumsiness would have been embarrassing if he wasn’t so incomprehensibly horny. All that blood flow has been redirected away from his brain, though, and his dirty mind can’t focus on how not cool he’s being about all of this. 
Just you, that little smirk on your lips, and the million ways he wants your mouth on him.
Once he steadies himself, it only takes a second for Mingyu to race towards the stairs. Any and all chill he might’ve had is left behind him in a cloud of dust.
It’s downright cartoonish, the way he scrambles up the steps — stumbling, knees colliding with the hardwood as he goes — but it’s effective. He reaches the landing in record time, then all but kicks open the door to your childhood bedroom. As soon as the doorknob collides with the wall behind it, Mingyu freezes in place.
That wall, he realizes, is the only barrier between your room and your parents’. Worse, your old bed is set longways against that very wall. And because the hits just keep on coming, it’s a twin bed. 
With a frilly purple duvet and shockingly minimal surface area, no less.
Horrified, Mingyu steps forward and places his hand flat against the small mattress. It doesn’t take much pressure to make the bed springs squeak — when has anything ever gone his way? — and that revelation nearly has him screaming obscenities at the ceiling.
Fuck. 
Fuck. 
How is he supposed to fuck you under these conditions?
Frantic, he closes the door behind him, shuffles forward, and drops to his knees next to the bed. At his height, the frame barely reaches his midriff. Clearly, his life is a fucking joke.
Elbows now resting on the mattress, Mingyu clasps his hands together and leans forward to rest his forehead against his knuckles.
He’s never tried this before — not earnestly, anyway — and he doesn’t know where to start. Whatever the reason, he’s sure he can’t pray to any listening deity to let him get his dick wet. Anyone who hears his cry would smite him on the spot, he thinks, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
Before he can settle on a prayer, footsteps sound off on the stairs just outside the door. The words are muffled; but there are multiple voices, which tells him that one or both of your parents have joined you on your journey upstairs. Suddenly, Mingyu is overcome with guilt. 
He’s in their home, having eaten their food — and now he’s a full-blown heretic, wanting nothing more than to devour their daughter like a man starved. But he can’t because, if he does, they’ll hear every dirty detail and —
Mingyu is many things, but he is not quiet.
You are, however, and he can barely make it out when you say, “Thank you, again, for dinner. And for letting us stay overnight.”
“Oh, don’t you dare!” Your mother peeps. Mingyu freezes, knowing in the rational part of his brain she can’t see him, but unable to stop himself. “It’s our pleasure! Really, it’s a long drive back for you two —”
Your father interjects, “— and Mingyu must be exhausted if he’s already in bed.”
For personal reasons, he thinks as he squeezes his eyes shut, I will be passing away.
There’s a moment of silence in which you must be hugging your parents goodnight, then there’s the quiet creak of the door opening. Footsteps, then more silence — you pausing for a moment, likely taking in the sight of him, then the door shutting softly behind you.
He can’t hear your approach over the hammering pulse in his ears, but he can feel the warmth of your body when you stand closely behind him. On instinct, he leans back onto his heels. A reflex of your own, you card your fingers through his hair and turn him into putty.
As embarrassing as it is to reckon with the fact, Mingyu acknowledges that the massage of your fingers might make him cum in his trousers.
“Were you praying?” You whisper, giggle evident despite the hushed tone. Your fingernails rake gently over his scalp; he swallows hard.
Mingyu is past the point of attempting nonchalance, so he confesses immediately. “Need divine intervention at a time like this. A twin bed? Parents? I’m doomed.”
“Maybe.” You lean down over his shoulder to purr into his ear. “Doomed or not, you look so perfect on your knees.”
That comment reverberates down his spine, ricochets off every vertebrae as it goes. He has to bite down on his fist to keep from groaning. It sure as shit doesn’t stop his eyes from rolling back in his head.
You drop your hand from his hair to trail your fingers down the length of his neck, then across the top of his shoulder. As you do, you step out from behind him and into his line of sight. You, illuminated only by a small, butterfly-shaped lamp, confirm his suspicions:
Ariana Grande was right all along. God is a woman.
You maintain eye contact as you reach behind your back and begin unzipping your dress. The burgundy fabric pools at your bare feet, having slipped right over the silkiness of your thighs without issue. If he wasn’t already in his knees, Mingyu would’ve dropped the same way.
“How confident are you that you can be quiet?” You ask softly. “Stakes are high, and you’re normally so vocal.”
Right out of the gate, he trips.
Mingyu responds with bravado and without whispering, “I can do it.”
Then, he slaps his hand over his big fucking mouth.
Biting back a smile, you reach out for the collar of his shirt. The buttons are undone with care, like any and every decibel is too much of a risk. You hum as you continue your work, “We can make it a challenge, then. If you can stay quiet, I’ll let you cum.” 
He lets you slide his shirt off his frame as soon as you’re finished with it. It lands where your dress did, wrinkling white on top of red.
“If you can’t  —” You pause and gesture down to his belt buckle, which he’s already gripping tightly to. It’s undone before you can blink, which causes the side of your mouth to twitch upwards. “— I’ll stop.”
Mingyu nods, more determined than he’s ever been, and pushes himself to his feet. Less nimbly than you, he fumbles desperately with the button and zipper at the top of his trousers. Eventually, he frees himself and they drop, too. They land with a muffled sound before being kicked blindly aside.
Your gaze drops to his briefs, pupils dilating when you see the mess you’ve made of him. The dark grey fabric is close to black at the tip of his dick, arousal seeping into the fibers and tattling on him. That is, if the blatantly thick imprint of his length hadn’t sold him out already.
His knees threaten to buckle all over again when he sees a flash of pink swipe over your lips, wetting them as your eyes grow even darker.
No, he really might cum on the spot.
You step over your discarded clothes. Closing the distance, you flatten your palms against his bare chest, push up on your toes, and kiss him properly for the first time in hours. His only instinct is to whine like a fucking baby when his lips part and you lick into his mouth, but he refuses to break this close to the starting whistle.
No, Mingyu will keep his shit together. He has to keep his shit together — even as you suck his bottom lip into your mouth and release it swollen with a pop.
“What do you want, baby?”
He doesn’t know if it’s his chest or your hands that are burning up, but a wildfire spreads as you run your palms down from his pectorals to his abdomen. Every muscle in his body tenses as your touch lowers. His lungs seem to, too, because he struggles to keep his breaths even.
Your fingers hook under the waistband of his briefs, knuckles tickling against the sensitive skin underneath his hip bones. You continue your questioning, as if he trusts himself to answer.
“My mouth?”
Oh god.
He wants it all, always and every which way, but he knows he won’t last a goddamn second in your throat — and you know it, too, even before he furiously shakes his head. 
Eyes laser focused on you, he does his best to beg without words. The puppy-dog eyes win you over every time.
When you smile at him like that — petal soft, still so devilish — he audibly sighs. There’s no helping him, he knows it. It’s a reflex, a rubber mallet to the knee. Thankfully, you let that breathy concession slide; let his briefs slide, too, until they drop unwanted around his ankles.
Mingyu is so hard that it hurts.
He’s a throbbing, leaking mess when your hand finally — fucking finally — wraps around his cock. Experimentally, you give him a light squeeze while you work the length. Your gaze flicks upwards to gauge his reaction, wrist rolling when you reach the crown.
If he had to guess, Mingyu would bet that he’s turned purple with the effort it’s taking to keep his needy mouth shut. But your eyes twinkle up at him and you tell him that he’s beautiful; and suddenly, his chest and cheeks go a shy shade of pink.
“Lay down, pretty boy,” you whisper, nodding your head towards that shitty little bed.
As he stretches out onto his back — to the best of his ability, with his heels nearly dangling off the end — he swears on his life that his friends can never know how weak he gets when you call him that.
You place your hands on his chest to keep your balance, lifting one leg over his until you’re straddling him. Your right knee settles uncomfortably between his leg and the wall, but you don’t complain. Instead, you look him dead in the eye and pull your fatal, black thong to the side.
Even in this piss-poor lighting, Mingyu can see the way your darkened eyes glint. He’s spellbound — there’s no other word to describe it.
One hand takes hold of his cock and lines it up to your cunt. The other raises to your lips, index finger extended. You tease him without saying a word, and he hears it loud and clear.
Oh, he’s going to be so good for you.
That’s what he tells himself until your arousal makes contact with the tip of his cock. That’s what he repeats in his head, over and over, when you sink down and gush around him, slick dripping to coat the centimeters that don’t quite fit inside of you. What he says out loud, elongated and definitely above a whisper, is:
“Fuuuuck.”
You quickly lean over his chest to cover his mouth with your hand. Though your pulses are both racing, he’s less focused on his total, abject embarrassment than he is on the amusement that causes your mouth to curve.
Keeping your hand where it is — for the good of everyone, really — you nip at his earlobe. He waits for the inevitable consequence of his actions.
Goddamn it. How stupid does he have to be to forfeit a prize like you?
“You don’t listen very well, baby,” Your hushed tone drips like honey into his ear. Involuntarily, his hips jerk upwards, pushing further into your wet heat.
Any distance is too much.
“But you feel so fucking good —”
Again, he ruts against you when your teeth graze his earlobe. Under your palm, his whimpering is unintelligible, but that doesn’t stop him. You catch his groan in your hand before it can hit the air.
“— might have to bend the rules for you.”
It’s torture. 
Mingyu knows you’re moving this slowly to avoid upsetting the box springs below, but whether or not there’s method to the madness, it’s still unbearable.
You swirl your hips in a way that makes his vision go white at the edges, grind down into his lap with quiet precision. He can feel that soft, spongy spot hiding behind your front wall; and he can hear those delicate little sighs as you fuck yourself deliberately.
He can feel his mind go blank, too, moments before your cunt milks him for all he’s worth. You don’t stop once he spills himself inside of you — you won’t, he hopes.
“Oh, shit,” you whimper, almost inaudibly. “I’m so close.”
The hand not covering his mouth disappears between your legs. If the way your eyes roll back is any indication, you’ve found what you were looking for. 
The sight of you is too much for Mingyu to handle. Nipples peaking through the translucent fabric of your bralette, wrist moving in the opposite direction of your hips, eyelashes fluttering while you rub spirals into your clit. Perfect, top to bottom.
Mingyu cums again when you do, refractory period be damned.
And when you collapse down onto his chest, walls still fluttering around him, he encircles you with his arm so tightly that he can feel you trembling through the aftershocks. With your face now nuzzled into the crook of his neck, the tables turn.
“Fuck,” you mutter. The sound is mostly lost against his skin, but there’s enough volume to make you both start to snicker.
You kiss his neck, nudge him with the tip of your nose. Whispering, you ask, “Not bad for a twin bed, huh?”
Mingyu snorts. “Kinda feels like high school. You know, parents on the other side of the wall, cute little bedspread,” His voice trails off so he can press his lips against your temple. Voice low in your ear, he smirks, “Nutting within thirty seconds.”
Your muffled laughter shakes his shoulders, too. Then, you fall into a silence so easy he’s sure you’ve fallen asleep on top of him. To his surprise, you peep, “I didn’t think this through.”
He hums inquisitively in response. You crane your neck to meet his eyes. 
You inhale deeply, then sigh, “I have to waddle down the hallway of my childhood home to the bathroom — right past my parents’ door — and pretend like we didn’t just do what we did.”
Mingyu flashes you a wolfish grin that catches you off guard. Your eyebrows raise in anticipation.
“Need some divine intervention, sounds like. Maybe if you pray about it —” 
The only thing louder than the playful smack you land on his bicep is your laugh, straight from the bottom of your chest.
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YAWNETU
CHAPTER 8
Tonowari x Ronal x Na’vi!Reader
Summary: With her arrival in Awa’atlu, reader seeks to find a sanctuary for her family, one that she may find in two particular individuals
Warnings: Implies drowning, mentions death
Word count: 2.2K
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The next few months became repetitive, lessons on how to be a Metkayina, lessons on how to be a Tsahìk, spending time with Tonowari and Ronal. It was a comfortable routine ___ got herself into, she was happy here in Awa’atlu. Her babies were safe and healthy, she was safe and healthy.
But sometimes she would be reminded of her home back in the forests, her people, her old mates, Spider.
She missed him.
___ continues to weave a new top, made of dried seaweed and shells, she enjoyed these new garments and loved wearing and designing them in her free time. They were much more freer to wear than the leather she was more used to growing up. Her mind drifted to Spider once more, wondering if the toddler was ok and if he was safe with Norm and the other tuwtute. She knew they would take good care of him, but she could not help but think he would be in better care with her. His mother.
Shaking her head she huffed, placing the half finished top onto the floor and turned her head to look out the marui, watching the waves dance in the afternoon sun, eclipse would be upon them soon and she planned to take Sylwaì and Syatxì to see the bioluminescence of the ocean. They were able to swim, being fast learners, and often had swimming lessons with Ao’nung and other Metkayina babies. Their teacher said they fit right in, it made her happy they were accepted as apart of the people despite their obvious differences.
“mmm” a mumble interrupted her train of thoughts, she looked at the source and saw Syatxì crawling his way towards her. “mmma”
“Kaltxì ‘itan” she picked him up and nuzzled her nose to his, smooching his forehead. The twins have grown quite well, now able to move about and starting to sound out words, Ronal said it would be soon they will begin to walk and talk. “Hmmm, your hair needs to be braided again” ___ talked to herself, looking at the slight exposure of her sons queue and turned him around, getting to work.
Her nimble fingers skilfully crossed over sections of hair at the crown of his head, creating a pattern that her mother taught her in a time long passed. Tying off the end of the braid the mother looked to the setting sun, purples and oranges erupting in the sky, it was almost time to take them outside.
___ stood from her seated position, picking up her son and balancing him on her hip, head swivelling to her rolled out sleeping mat and seeing Sylwaì sat up and waving around a carved out toy of an ikran. His mother smiled and walked towards him, “come on baby” she squatted and scooped him up, settling him on her other hip.
Even when the Pandoran skies darken and eclipse has taken place, the village of Awa’atlu is still active with its people. She smiled and greeted some weavers who walked by her on the elevated platform, she assumed they are going towards the forest to look for more materials. “Have you seen Ronal?” she asked them before they left her sights, the Tsahìk agreed to join her on her expedition with her own son, seeing that this bonding activity will prove beneficial for all.
“She is on the beach the last we saw” one of the men shrugged and pointed in the direction of the east end of the shoreline, waving as ___ thanked him and strolled towards the direction she was pointed to.
But as she arrived on the beach, there was no Tsahìk, or anyone for that matter. The beach was deserted save for a few Na’vi children running around by the mangrove roots. ___ chirped in confusion, yellow eyes darting left and right as she walked closer to the waters edge. “Ronal?” she called out, her sons humming and bouncing with contained excitement.
“I am here” a head poked out of the deeper ends of the water, a grin slowly forming its way onto the Metkayinan’s face. She brought up Ao’nung who squealed when he was swung in the air, laughing at the exhilaration he feels. “We arrived early and my son was impatient, I apologise flower”
Flower.
It was a nickname that Tonowari originally came up with, comparing her to one of the fauna he spotted while deep diving outside the reef. When he brought it back and showed it to his mate and friend, the Tsahìk instantly adapted to call ___ it, why would she not? When the petals were the most prettiest shade of dark blue and the middle was a gorgeous colour of amber, like her eyes. Oh Eywa.
The former Omaticayan flushed slightly but shook it out of her mind. ‘She is just being nice’ she told herself. If only she knew.
___ slowly waded herself through the water, feeling soft wet sand underneath her toes. Her ears wriggled at the sound of childish giggles from her two sons, their tails being touched by the slightly warmed sea. Soon their bodies were enveloped, saved for their heads which ___ kept above water. Even though they may have been good in their lessons, she knew their body is still not well suited for the reefs, more for the forests. So she took great care to watch over them better than the Metkayina children.
“Sa’nu!” Ao’nung cried out, seeing the bluer Na’vi getting closer to them. ___’s heart froze up slightly, eyes going straight to her Tsahìk with pointed down ears. She did not expect for the boy to call her mummy, as she is not the one who mothered him.
Ronal’s tail swished harshly under the water, a bashful look overcoming her face. She knew she was partly at fault, she always brought the boy around the women and her children, never made it clear who ___ was to her. Ao’nung saw a women who was close with his mother and decided that she too would be worthy of the title.
She did not bother correcting him.
“I am sorry-“
“You do not have to be. I saw this coming. Ao’nung does take a large liking to you ___. But I apologise if it makes you uncomfortable” Ronal turned towards the walls of her village in the sea, watching the small fires lit on the outskirts where the canoes continue to row.
“Kehe. It does not make me uncomfortable. I just did not expect it” ___ did not see the grin that formed on the others face.
“Za’u. We will go deeper with ilus” Ronal made a call and a small swarm of creatures swam over to them, clicking and singing in happiness. Ao’nung reached out to tap one on the head with his four fingers, squealing when the tiny ilu nudged his round tummy.
___ let Sylwaì and Syatxì make tsaheylu with the smaller ones, knowing that it is normal to do so gives her comfort. Ilus are like pa’li, but more sociable and safer to bond with.
The boys little fingers grip the tiny reins that connect the animals queues together and slowly swam off to find Ao’nung while their mother established the bond herself on a much larger ilu, following closely behind.
The family dove under the surface, watching as the reef became alive with bright colours. Even though ___ has seen it all before, Pandora never fails to take her breath away. She turned her head to the left to sign to her companion. “Where should we go?”
“I think it is time I show you our spirit tree”
If the Omaticayan was out of the water she would gasp with delight. She has heard from the elders that their spirit tree lies within the cove of ancestors not far from their village, they told her that unlike the giant tree she was used to back in the forest, it is more like a large bundle of sea weed. She was most excited to see it and wanted to venture out herself, but she knew that she needed permission from the Tsahìk or be accompanied by another villager. This may be her home now, but the spiritual tree is something that is most sacred.
Ronal saw the growing excitement on her face and grinned a rare smile.
This will be a night neither one would forget.
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The cove of ancestors was better at eclipse, she has been told. But seeing it in person surpassed all expectations. Sylwaì was now huddled in her arms, while her other son and Ao’nung stayed with Ronal, the two small ilus having a chance to take a well deserved break.
“Look down there, flower”
The glow of the spirit tree shone a bright purple and pink hue, its leaves swayed prettily in the deep ends of the waters, curling and twisting to create a giant mass of virtue.
“It is beautiful. Unlike anything I have ever seen”
“Srane…” blue eyes clashed with yellow and the world came to a standstill, if the children were not here, she would surely confess her feelings.
Ao’nung noticed the tree and immediately wriggled in his mothers hold, wanting to go down and see for himself, splashing in the water and swimming to the very top leaf.
Ronal sighed and rolled her eyes slightly at the interruption but smiled a little, diving after him while still holding Syatxì, not waiting for her friend to follow.
After taking a large breath, the two at the surface dove down and followed after the others. Going towards the more shallower tip of the tree to ensure the children would not eventually lose their breath.
“Make the bond” Ronal signed, connecting her hands together and then taking Syatxì’s queue, touching the pink tips of the braid to the tree. “And do not worry, Eywa will give them air”
___ nodded in trust and did the same to Sylwaì and then herself. Feeling a familiar calmness wash over her, watching the colours around fade into a tunnel.
The eye of Eywa.
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The lush green grass and tall trees of the forest was not what she expected when she opened her eyes again. But to be honest she did not expect anything.
Laughter filled her pointed ears and she turned around, following the sounds as her feet guided her towards a pretty river with a large waterfall just a few meters up ahead. She recognised the area, it was one from her childhood, an area nearby home tree that her mother and father always took her to.
“My my, you certainly have been busy”
“Sempul!”
___ cried out and crashed into the man who sired her for as long as she lived. She was devastated when her parents went off to fight in the war, both being strong and respected warriors in the clan, but she mourned so much when she found out that they did not live. ___ did not get a chance to see them for a long time since her pregnancy and her arrival in Awa’atlu, not until now.
“Mawey ‘ite. Mawey” Her father pulled back and brushed his daughters loose hair from her face, noting the lack of braids. “Healthy grandchildren. Eywa had blessed us with a wonderful family, one that we hope will grow even larger?”
The young women blinked once. Then twice. Confusion fulling her face. “Sempul…What do you mean. I have not met anyone recently. Not since…”
“Those kalweyaveng. They did not deserve you daughter” ___’s mother approached from the water, holding her grandsons on her hips who played with her beaded hair. “We are glad you have found refuge with the reef Na’vi. They have been kind to you, yes?”
“Srane”
“Of course they have Hìfey, you have seen the way the clan leaders treat her. I would not be surprised if they get together soon. That will happen yes?”
“Father!”
“Kehe. He is right ‘ite. They treat you like a mate, her son calls you mother. Do not give me that look. We see and hear through Eywa” Hìfey rolled her large eyes and smiled softly, watching as silent tears welded in her beautiful child’s eyes. “My heart, there is no need to cry. Tell them how you feel”
___ sniffled and turned back to hug her father once more for comfort. “What if they reject me. Treat me like Jake and Neytiri. What if they cast me out. I cannot let my sons live as an outcast forever sa’nok”
Hìfey shared a look with her husband, one of understanding, a look that needed no words. “Daughter, I refuse to believe that would happen. Have faith my child. Everything will be alright, trust us. Trust Eywa”
And with that, her eyes closed in complete bliss. Heart slowing down as a bright light washed over her vision, she will tell them how she feels.
It is time for a new beginning.
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