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pagannatural · 2 months

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2.08 Crossroad Blues

-Absolute classic. Sam’s bossy ass saying Dean’s notoriety means they have to be more careful now, Dean flirting by calling him “you innocent, harmless young man you.” Sam feels overshadowed, or maybe he just wants them to be mentioned as a pair.

-Dean doesn’t want to help people who made demon deals, because he feels they’ve brought this on themselves. Sam notices that Dean is being weird about this when normally saving people is his jam. Sam notes this red flag in Dean’s behavior.

Something I just realized is that Sam didn’t seem to be this observant with John. Dean knows both John and Sam well but in different ways. He learned how to read John but he can sense Sam like a part of himself. Did Sam not learn how to read John? Did he not have to because understanding Dean was more central to his world and wellbeing? He looked up to Dean and trusted that they could take care of each other. This is part of what makes the dynamic between the three of them so striking. Sam didn’t seem to have that slight fear of John that Dean did, that comes from trying really hard to predict what a parent will say or do next.

-Dean kicks in the front door when Evan locks it, leads the way inside, and goes to kick in the office doors but Sam stops him by grabbing his leg

which leaves him sort of leaning into Dean and holding his leg. Sam then opens the door because it was unlocked. I love this moment because it shows how close they are that Sam feels comfortable intercepting him physically and knew right away what Dean was going to do. It also shows Sam’s role in their relationship tempering Dean’s brute-force reactions, helping him slow down.

-Dean tells Evan unsympathetically “I think you did it for yourself so you wouldn’t have to live without her.”

This episode is so complex when you watch it in context. Right now Dean is mad at John for saving his life because he feels guilty, and because he was brought back to a world heavy with the crushing weight of his father’s absence and horrifying last edict.

But John most certainly didn’t bring Dean back because he didn’t want to live without him—John died right away. This is Dean contemplating bringing John back because he really needs his dad right now. He’s exhausted and he’s confused and he doesn’t know what to do about Sam and the responsibility is killing him. He looked up to John and thought he had all the answers. The temptation to make a deal and bring him back is ripe.

And then— we know that actually Dean would sell his soul for someone just like Evan did, like John did—someone he would rather die than live without, someone he loves with a desperation similar to Evan’s love for his wife. That person is Sam. Dean doesn’t realize this yet.

-Sam can tell what’s going through Dean’s head and becomes worried and scared, asking him not to go to the crossroads demon right now because “I don’t like where your head’s at.” He’s incredulous.

Dean argues “You’re not allowed to say no, Sammy, not unless you got a better idea.” This sounds like it’s one of their rules for hunting. They’ll try the next best idea whatever that may be because doing something is better than doing nothing.

Sam says “Dean you can forget it, alright. I’m not letting you summon that demon.” He’s being SO protective. Dean will do whatever Sam says unless Sam says Don’t go do something dangerous.

Sam tries to make Dean stay.

They talk about the likelihood that John made a similar deal, and Dean swallows and says “what if he did? What if he struck a deal? My life for his soul.” He waits for Sam’s reply, and seems truly afraid of what Sam will say, like Sam would say John shouldn’t have done that.

Sam gives him this look that’s got some fire in it, some conviction. Maybe he’s mad at Dean for his self-hatred.

Sometimes I forget that at this point in the story, Sam has almost lost Dean twice. Both times Sam was willing to do anything to get Dean back. He finally has his big brother back after years apart, and he is no longer in a position to really be able to go back to his normal life. He needs Dean, and he chose Dean. I don’t want to come across like Sam doesn’t care about John because genuinely I think it’s made clear that he does, but it is very much supported by the text that Sam would rather have Dean back even with John in hell than lose Dean. He told Dean that he’s the only one who’s always been there for him, he trusts Dean, he feels loved and protected by Dean, and when Dean and John were both in peril he went to Dean.

But we don’t get to find out what Sam would say to Dean’s question, because they’re interrupted. Sam unhappily watches Dean go.

-This whole scene where the crossroads demon offers to bring John back in exchange for Dean’s soul is so, so beautifully acted by Jensen. Dean’s plan all along is to trap the demon and exorcise her, and if he’s going to follow through, he can’t make that deal. He wants to. He feels guilty enough about John’s soul burning in hell for him forever, on top of his grief. When she finally steps into the trap he looks like he might cry. It worked, he moves forward with his plan without taking the deal offered. Why doesn’t he? It’s not what his dad would’ve wanted, obviously, and it’s not what Sam wants. Sam was explicitly worried about Dean making the deal and told him not to go. But I think it’s mostly that Dean hates demons. He makes quite a few sexual jokes this episode and talks about hitting on the front desk girl at animal control, but when the demon kisses him to seal their deal, he doesn’t even make a lascivious joke, he’s just disgusted—and the demon is possessing a beautiful woman who’s his type. His hatred for demons is personal. Demons quite literally killed his parents, ruined his life, and are mysteriously targeting and trying to corrupt his baby brother. They represent that black and white pure evil that he wants to salt and burn from the earth. So his feelings make sense.

-Dean talks about the way John died while he and Sam drive away. Dean doesn’t understand yet, what could make someone sell their soul to a demon.

I don’t think he has entertained the idea of what he would do if Sam died. The king of denial just won’t let it enter his brain.

Sam understands, though. He answers Dean really softly.

This is logical to Sam. He wanted John to prove he gave a shit about Dean, and he did. John did something right, and even though it makes Dean feel guilty, Sam would rather have a guilt-stricken Dean than no Dean.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #wincest #spn 2x08

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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BEST DAD IN THE WORLD (mingyu as a dad pt. 2) genre ➳ fluff. mingyu as a dad. warnings ➳ this is srsly way too fluffy i'm actually gonna pass out from writing this. pairing ➳ husband!mingyu x fem!reader. wc ➳ 1.4k. a/n ➳ the highly anticipated pt. 2 to mingyu as a dad! there's still a lot more for this series, so pt. 3 coming soon as well (i hope!!). pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The twins were born sooner than expected by c-section, but it all went well and both you and the twins were safe. Mingyu waited by your hospital bed, on the verge of crying for the third time since you had gone into labour. The nurses were doing some quick checkups on the newborns before bringing them back to you, but they soon rolled them into the hospital room.

You had decided that the girl would be named Micha, and the boy Mijun. The nurses carefully gave you Mijun and Mingyu took Micha into his own arms. One look at his newborn daughter and the tears started rolling down his cheek again.

“What am I gonna do with 3 babies in the room?” You laughed, wiping the tears off his cheek. He leaned into your touch, pout never leaving his face as he stared at the twins.

“They’re so small…” He whispered, holding up his hand to Micha’s body, his entire hand being able to cover her. He handed Micha over to you and moved his chair a bit closer to your bed. After his initial tears, his dad mode completely took over and his only focus was capturing the moment on his phone.

You noted that his emotional mood must’ve improved given his goofy grin as he snapped pic after pic of you and his precious babies. Soon, Minghao came to stop by with Dowon who he was babysitting (as the favourite uncle, he took on the role without complaining).

Dowon came running over to his father, and Mingyu picked him up, letting him sit on his leg and look at the twins. You smiled at your son and your husband, noticing more and more everyday how Dowon took after Mingyu’s features. He was definitely going to steal some hearts when he was older.

“Baby?” Dowon asked cutely, peering to look at the newborns. He reached out his hand and gently brushed it against Micha’s cheek, earning a chorus of aw’s from all the adults in the room.

“He was very excited to come visit. He didn’t even want to get ice cream before.” Minghao told Mingyu with a laugh.

Mingyu raised his eyebrow, “Really? Dowon, do you like your siblings?” Dowon nodded, big doe eyes gazing up at his father this time.

“This one is Mijun, and this one is Micha.” Mingyu instructed, both to Dowon (who was still peering curiously at his new siblings), and Minghao (who had taken over the role of photographer and was capturing the cute moment with Mingyu in the frame as well).

“Mijun.” Dowon said softly, testing out the name in awe and placing his hand on the baby blanket that his brother was wrapped in.

“Aww, well done!” You told your son, ruffling his hair slightly.

Soon, the twins started to cry so Minghao left with Dowon again. You moved to a couch where you could sit next to your husband and feed the twins. You held Micha in your arms and Mingyu took Mijun in his. You were both exhausted from the long labour that led to a c-section, and you freely rested your head on Mingyu’s shoulder to get more comfortable.

“The boys will want to visit before they get much older.” He murmured.

“Tell them to visit one at a time. 17 in one house is gonna be crowded.”

“True.” He nodded and then sighed. He kissed the top of your head, voice going a bit softer, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

Today marked the day the twins’ turned 6 months old. Mingyu still couldn’t believe that they were already half a year old when it felt like only 6 days had passed since they were born. He had done all the typical dad things one could think of in those 6 months, and had jokingly been given a “best dad in the world” award by Dowon and his uncles.

But, he really did deserve it. He had taken hundreds, (no, thousands) of pictures of the twins on their own, the twins with you, the twins with him, the twins with Dowon, and putting the pictures in a baby tracking book to look back on when they were older. He dressed them in adorable matching clothes every day, and they had become the topic of almost every conversation he had with his friends.

You didn’t think the love your husband held for his little family could grow anymore since the time you gave birth to your first son, but he was steadily proving you wrong. Instead of spreading out the same amount of love equally, he seemed to have acquired three times the amount of love since the twins were born. It didn’t matter if he was sleep deprived or if they were crying or spitting up, or even how many diapers he needed to change. Mingyu was always ready and happy to play his role as a dad.

He always emphasised that. He was their dad, not anyone else’s. Dowon, Micha, and Mijun were the most precious gifts he had ever received in his life. He loved his family more than anything else in the world, and he made sure that you knew it.

“I love them so much, but I swear I haven’t slept properly since before Dowon was born.” Mingyu murmured to you one very early morning. You had both just been woken up from crying in the nursery. From the sound of it, you were sure it was Mijun blessing your ears at the moment, but you worried that it was only a matter of time before his sister would join in as well. You looked at your husband sleepily, observing his messy hair and slight eye-bags, but none of that was capable of taking even an ounce of his handsomeness away.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart, I’ll go sing them to sleep or something.” He told you in a husky tired voice, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. He got up from the bed, wrapped a bathrobe around his pyjamas as an extra layer to protect him from the cold of winter, and then went to the nursery.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Mingyu cooed softly, smiling as Mijun relaxed as soon as he saw his father, big boba eyes staring up at him. He tried to reach up one of his hands, and Mingyu easily lifted him up into his arms. He swayed him back and forth comfortingly, patting Mijun’s back as he snuggled closer into his father’s chest. He whispered softly about how much he loved Mijun and how lucky he was to be his father, slowly lulling Mijun back to sleep.

He laid his son back down in his crib next to his sister who was still sleeping soundly by some miracle. “You always manage to sleep like a log while your brother makes a scene, don’t you, angel?” He asked, pressing a soft kiss to both their foreheads.

He shuffled out of the nursery, planning to go back to bed when he paused, spotting a small light coming from the kitchen. He peered around the corner of the kitchen, easily finding the cause of the mysterious light. Dowon was standing on a chair, trying his best to stretch his little two-year-old body so he could reach the bowl of chocolates that uncle Dokyeom had gifted as a half-birthday present for the twins.

Mingyu started laughing which startled Dowon. He jumped and turned around slowly, the cute guilty look on his face only making Mingyu smile wider.

“You really are my son, huh? Sneaking around to get chocolate when you should be sleeping…” He seemed more amused than mad which allowed the toddler to relax a bit.

“Sorry, daddy.” Dowon mumbled, stepping down from the chair.

“Don’t worry, Dowon. When you grow up you’ll get daddy’s height and then you won’t have to use any chairs to reach stuff.” Mingyu assured his son with a grin.

“Really?” Dowon asked in awe, staring up at his father. Mingyu nodded and then went to grab two chocolates from the bowl.

“Eat these before your mom finds out, then I’ll brush your teeth again, and you’ll go to sleep, okay?” He whispered, sneaking Dowon the chocolate like he was on a secret mission. Dowon nodded eagerly, grinning from ear to ear so that you could see which teeth still hadn’t grown in quite yet. He popped the chocolates into his mouth and then Mingyu led him to bed again.

Once he finally made it back to his own bed, you had fallen asleep again. Mingyu slipped under the covers again and moved closer to you, throwing one arm around your waist to keep you close. He fell into a much-needed sleep, hoping the rest of the night would be peacefully uninterrupted.

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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Well — I can’t believe it’s over. Moonlight Chicken was… I’ll get the words for it. Satisfying is the first one that comes to mind. And MC was my first beginning-to-end fandom on Tumblr. The big brains, the META, the psychological and cultural analyses! I’m a peon in a sea of passionate geniuses here. I love this community so much.

Where do we start. Moonlight Chicken, episode 8/finale thoughts and impressions. As usual, quick hits first, then the big thinks.

1) So much wonderful fan service. And I know that fan service can often take a show out, and when fan service is included in a script, I’m sure that at times, it makes directors and screenwriters grit their teeth. But I’m REALLY THANKFUL for all the fan service with all the couples, and yes, I’m including First and Khao here, because — come awn, the way these two almost OVERACTED their relaxedness at the bank and the food truck at the end, I was giggle-crying. Had we seen Alan smile any bigger at any other point in the show than at the food truck? THE SWAPPING OF THE CHAT IDs? THOSE CUTE LOOKS? KHAO’S little head shakes? THE TURN AFTER RECEIVING THAT MYSTERY CHAT? THANK YOU, AOFFFFF, thank yoooouuuu! Thank you for knowing exactly what you were doing for us and our ships, ha.

A dear anon recommended My School President to me, and I’m gonna definitely watch it, because I’m officially a GemFourth stan. More on this later, but I absolutely adored that their storyline took up a huge chunk of screentime. Besides the storyline interweaving beautifully with the major theme arcs of this last episode, their chemistry just could not be better. It’s been well documented how Fourth has been EATING his role, but Gemini, too! The TEXTS! The knowing looks! How much Gemini is able to communicate just by looking at Fourth. SO SATISFYING AND FULFILLING, GAAAHH.

And, and, and — forgive me for being sentimental. Because I’m still so new to this wonderful world of Aof’s work and Thai BLs, I didn’t have to wait as long as so many of y’all in the family for Earth and Mix to reunite in such a good script. But I was still feeling the nostalgia early in the series at seeing these two together, and I felt it so strongly in this episode. Jim FINALLY breaking out of his shell. Calling Wen his boyfriend. Leaning in to make a move (on the wonderful couch). Holding Wen’s hand and squeezing it in response to Wen. Gah. Too great.

Just, like….. how are these GMMTV couples SO GOOD? HOW ARE THEY SO GOOD TOGETHER? (Yes, not quite accurate to call AlanGaipa a couple, but shhhhh.) Anyway, sighs of happiness.

2) LENG. Gossipy. Luv u. Sneaky b.

3) I know we kinda despise her (and by “we,” I mean all of my inner children who want to grab these guilt-stricken, “what do I do nowwwww” whine-whine parents by the throat), but umm, Jam’s a 10! She cute! I liked her mall outfit, I cannot lie.

Jam came full circle. She admits to her shit. She figures out how to come thru in the most sensible way she can. I’ll offer more thoughts in a bit, but I’m actually a little glad that we didn’t get the rage scene that I so WANTED to see in episode 7. She’s ready to pony up for school. That’s the best way she can help, and I’m glad she was written as figuring that out.

What did I see happen to Jam? She leaned into the kind of parenting and family building that she could manage at this point in her life. What she was CAPABLE of, she did. She created a family table for ALL her family. To show that kind of blended family, eating all together, at peace, with a small child in their presence…. to have created a warm environment where Jim could finally, comfortably come out without judgement. She replicated the same table that Jim himself had created at his diner. She’s paying her dues back to BOTH her brother AND her son, both of whom she rejected and abandoned.

I have to hand it to Aof. My inner child’s heart is wrecked at this, but I have to hand it to him. He treats bad parents with compassion. ATOTS, Bad Buddy, and now here. He doesn’t blame bad parents for who they ARE — he instead skewers WHERE THEY CAME FROM, the culture from which these styles of parenting are borne. God, Aof. That’s not necessarily emotionally purging for Asian kids traumatized by the unexplored impact of filial piety. But it’s much more of a realistic artistic meditation, a FAIR one. I see what he did with Jam, and I ultimately have to appreciate it, even if I was dying for a rage episode. I appreciate that Aof, as an artist, will not succumb to base emotion simply because it’s the surface feeling. He will always dig and layer what ends up truly working as an emotionally balanced meditation.

4) Big themes. Once again — a return to the balance between old and new cultures and perspectives, and how us oldies get pulled along into the new age. But also, in this episode, we were reminded of what youngsters bring with THEM, from THEIR pasts, into their future.

This episode focused on Jim’s movement and Li Ming’s movement. Oh, my heart. I’ll start with Li Ming.

Li Ming is really a hero of mine — I think what he demonstrates for me is that youthful FEARLESSNESS towards change that we admire youngsters for so much — while us oldie parents are also worried about them, we fear for them, because we know that there are potholes and pitfalls when change can happen quickly and blindingly.

I think that's what Jim was referring to when he says to Jam that Li Ming helped him (Jim) find his maturity. That was at the core of the night talk that took place in episode 7. I think Jim saw, in Li Ming, what Jim *needed* to see in Li Ming to trust Li Ming with Li Ming's own growth. Jim needed to see that Li Ming could consider his options, and be more emotionally sophisticated and aware than Jim ever has been.

And, I think -- that helped Jim TRUST Li Ming. That wonderful short conversation between Li Ming and Jim, where Jim confirms with Li Ming that Jim is just *worried* about Li Ming, like a parent.

When Li Ming says, "love isn't that big of a deal." When Li Ming talks about other ways that life needs to be sustainable.

Li Ming KNOWS Jim, and knows HOW TO TALK TO JIM.

How brilliant is that, to see that in someone so young, just dominate you, an older person, by way of emotional knowledge and sophistication? Jim had no choice, in my read, but to trust Li Ming -- and, maybe, take some inspiration and take that sophistication, and internalize it, so that he (Jim) could begin to relax and find happiness as well.

5) The other story about Li Ming's movement is between him and Heart, and as I said before, I'm just totally sold on GeminiFourth as a pairing, because their dynamic was really perfect for the growth that needed to be demonstrated between the two of them.

HEART! We saw Heart shoot his shot, dang it! HEART! With his wanting a boyfriend, with his parents learning sign language, with PEOPLE AROUND HIM LEARNING HOW TO TALK TO HIM. On multiple levels, even if we didn't see all of it actively (like with Heart's parents), Heart made demands and shot his shots, just like Li Ming did with his own family.

GOOD GOD -- could Aof have used this motif more wonderfully, so EFFICIENTLY? Young people get shit done! No holds barred, they can bolt through their own obstacles, their own barriers, to get shit done. Young people aren't held down by the past, like some old uncles we know.

And yet. Young people CAN ALSO RESPECT THE PAST, AND BRING LONG-STANDING CULTURE WITH THEM -- as Heart and Li Ming showed at the temple, as Li Ming danced as a lion, bringing in the Lunar New Year (FULL CIRCLE from when the series premiered, y'all!) AND THAT'S GROWTH. That's how the world spins, that's how Pattaya spins -- a place caught in the middle between the old and the new, the historic and the modern. Just like Li Ming and Heart, they are always growing, always maturing, and fast, like young people do, before they get stagnant-ish and older-ish, like Uncle Jim.

6) And then we see the growth paradigm with Jim, as reflected in the mirror of Li Ming. We see Jim -- finally -- loosening up. We see Jim come out as paired up with Wen to his sister. We see them on a date, a romantic date on the beach. (Sure, Jim is still an old dad, complaining about the food or whatever, geez, Jim.)

We see him close the old place, and open a new place. We see that new place as a new and modern way to hold over the old culture -- khao man gai, outside, under the stars, the way it's supposed to be eaten in an equatorial country.

I'm borrowing the following screencap from @hummingbirdsinjune:

We see Jim, finally, reflecting. We see him reflecting on how people were able to move forward, people like Jam and Gaipa, while he reflected on how he was held back. We see him figuring out how he won't hold himself back, and won't LET HIMSELF BE HELD BACK, anymore. He cancels the lease to let go. He, finally, wants to be in control. He sells the car, one of his last links to Beam. And commits to moving forward in so many ways.

And he stays in Pattaya. So we know -- he's still going to be connected to the old ways, the historic culture, of Pattaya.

And when Wen choose to decline the job. When Wen -- AND JIM -- decide to build a home together. Home isn't anything modern. Home is HOME. Home is history. Home is building history together. Jim is both leaving things behind.... and leaving nothing behind. Because he's building all he needs in his life once more.

The building of home with Wen. That's what ultimately took me out about this episode.

7) I believe I finally got the khao man gai analogy to the show that I long wanted before the show premiered. As with Jam's table at her husband's house, when the guys were sitting and eating at the diner before the diner closed. Jim's family, Jim's community. How food brings everyone together. That was a presage, I think, for the home he was going to eventually build with Wen. Y'all know I wanted this, and I'm so glad I got it. Yay, chicken rice.

I'm totally going to have more thoughts over the next few days, but this is what I got for now. I'm so in debt to Aof as an Asian fan of his dramas for giving us such unbelievable commentary on culture and family. We are INCREDIBLY LUCKY to have this artist making these shows. They are so important to me as an Asian, as a lover of my culture and Asian cultures, as an Asian child and mother also struggling with the balance of old and new values and cultural rituals. Aof's shows teach me so much, about extra- and introspection, and Moonlight Chicken was absolutely no exception.

#moonlight chicken #moonlight chicken meta #earthmix #firstkhao #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #geminifourth #fourth nattawat #gemini norawit #jim x wen #wen x jim #alan x gaipa #gaipa x alan #li ming x heart #heart x li ming #moonlight chicken episode 8

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cherryxblossxms · 1 year

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Could you do headcanons A, F, I, U, X for Levi, Mammon, Satan, Simeon & Dia, please <3

I certainly can! Since there were several characters, some of these are a little short, sorry!

Leviathan

A for Aphrodisiac (What always turns them on?)

As I think we all know, Levi has a degradation kink. So something that almost always turns him on is when you get bossy with him and belittle him. Of course, it has to be in the right context/with the right buildup or it'll go south very quickly lol. But you giving him a cold attitude, telling him how pathetic and needy he is for you, it's embarrassing how quickly he gets hard and how hard he is.

F for Favorite (What do they find sexiest about their partner?)

Honestly, it's a little less sexy and more romantic, but he loves the way you're so willing to indulge his interests for him in bed. He was a bucket of nerves when he finally brought up role-playing (and by that, I mean cosplay) in bed, and he was practically in shock when you agreed to try it. You help him feel loved and normal (NOT a normie, though, he'll emphasize that) and it really helps his libido tbh.

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

One of his favorite fantasies is having you riding him on his gaming chair, perhaps even while he's in the middle of a campaign. That, or sucking his off beneath his desk while he's gaming. He just loves the idea of hiding that you two are doing something so dirty, when you two could easily be caught. The darker side to him, though, wants to be possessive and let the others know what you're doing, and that you're doing it for him.

U for Under (Who’s in charge and how?)

For the most part, you will be in charge. Don't get me wrong, his demon tendencies can come out in bed if you poke his buttons just right or play with his sin (get him just the right amount of jealous and he'll snap). But on most nights, he wants you to be in charge to ensure your comfort and pleasure, letting you initiate on your own terms. It's a little selfish, but just knowing you're approaching him because you want him like that makes him feel really good. Once you've been together for a bit or if you bring it up, he may be more open to taking charge more often.

X for X-Rated (What kind of porn do they watch or read?)

Tentacle porn and general hentai, sorry. True to his otaku ways, he also enjoys the naughty side of anime. It kind of plays into roleplay for him, but just imagining he's the big bad monster taking advantage of the hero with his monster tail (and double dicks, if you lean into that headcanon).

I also see him being fascinated by human-demon porn.

Mammon

A for Aphrodisiac (What always turns them on?)

What always turns him on is when you openly claim him in public. It doesn't need to be anything explicit, but you putting your hands on his chest, kissing him in front of others, or complimenting him really gets his engines going, and its a struggle not to pull you into the nearest alley to make out. If you make any kind of mark on him, such as scratch marks or hickeys, he's a mess once he sees it in the mirror, and all he can think about is returning you the favor. If you're already in bed, telling him that you're his or, even better, that he belongs to you, it drives him crazy. He loves when you're greedy with him. Honestly, he'd be embarrassed by how easy it is for you to turn him on if he wasn't so happy.

F for Favorite (What do they find sexiest about their partner?)

He loves the way you stand up for him against his brothers and make him feel wanted. Since day one, you've seemed to surpass or overthrow all expectations, and the way you indulge in his sin and reciprocate even by getting greedy for all of his attention makes him so happy and greedy for you back. It's especially sexy if you stand up to Lucifer and give him an earful, you know how to give demons a run for their money and it drives him insane with how attractive that is.

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

Tbh? Fucking you in the backseat or on the hood of his most expensive car. He can be a simple man sometimes. 🤷‍♀️ Also over the pool table. One of his favorite fantasies is winning it big at the casino and you servicing him as a reward, perhaps in front of the other players, making sure everyone else knows that he's yours and you are his.

U for Under (Who’s in charge and how?)

You are. Similar to Levi, he can have his dominant streak with the right prompts. But years of feeling underappreciated and worn down have kind of affected his confidence in taking charge with you. And in that same train of thought, similarly to Levi's as well, he likes you taking charge and knowing that you want him and love him that much. Later in the relationship, he might take charge more often as his confidence builds. He also just likes you bossing him around, although he won't admit that to your face hehe

X for X-Rated (What kind of porn do they watch or read?)

Tbh I don't think he has the attention or interest in written porn. He might enjoy some dirty mags here and there, old school style.

He loves watching homemade porn. I feel I've used this same answer but it just fits him so well, he loves that true connection between partners with honest reactions and real pleasure; he craves that loving touch and intimacy that means something. I think he's into light femdom or just generally scenarios where he'd be the sub, perhaps pegging? Edging videos are also big for him, he loves working himself up to a huge cumshot.

Satan

A for Aphrodisiac (What always turns them on?)

Honorary mention of cat ears. You're asking for a long and hard *wink wonk* night if you ever dress up with cat ears and a tail, it drives him absolutely wild. Same if you meow at him; it embarrasses the hell out of him but it causes an instant boner.

He also love love loves when you sit in his lap while he's reading, butt snug against his crotch. Even better if you're reading with him, making just the slightest movements that stimulate him, the mutual reading sessions do not last long before his boner is evident against your ass.

F for Favorite (What do they find sexiest about their partner?)

Tbh? Their intellect. Nothing incites a fire in his blood like a strong debate between you two, even if it becomes more of an argument towards the end. He just loves the way you hold your ground and never bend to him, and at one point, he may be guilty of intentionally angering you to create further tension. It's not long after that that his mouth is crashing against yours, fervent and needy.

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

Sorry but I gotta say pet play. I don't see Satan going all out with it, but definitely includes elements of it during sexy time here and there, such as collars, tail plugs, cat ears, and use of specific words. He loves imagining you on your hands and knees, calling you his good or naughty kitten, "milking" him until he's satisfied.

He also fantasizes about cockwarming with you while he's reading, or even fingering you while he reads. Just taking his time, enjoying your warmth and keeping you on edge with slight movements until you're begging him to cum.

U for Under (Who’s in charge and how?)

Satan is primarily in charge. He may occasionally let you take the reins, but for the most part, he likes to be in control of what's going on.

X for X-Rated (What kind of porn do they watch or read?)

He'd enjoy both visual and written porn, all that reading has definitely introduced him to some great written smut.

I see him into watching teacher or tutor scenarios, imagining him in their place while teaching you your Devildom studies. Seeing the actor's fingers buried between their "student's" legs, or punishing them for getting an answer wrong.

Simeon

A for Aphrodisiac (What always turns them on?)

Honestly, your kisses are an aphrodisiac to him. He can never get enough of your kisses, the feel of your lips on his, that breathless feeling he has as he gets lost in his passion and love for you. Especially if you two start French kissing, or kiss him in places besides his lips such as his neck and along his shoulders, he's hard almost instantly and ready for more.

F for Favorite (What do they find sexiest about their partner?)

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

He enjoys the sound of your voice. It's a calming presence when out in public, but in bed, it's sheer music to his ears and his driving force. The melody of your moans helps him gauge your pleasure level and definitely boosts his confidence to know how good you're feeling.

He also loves the way you make him feel emboldened in bed, letting him know it's OK to feel certain things, moan and groan how he wants, and showing him all the best spots to touch and how to touch (on you and him both). He's not a stranger to sex but being with you makes the whole thing feel like new territory, and sometimes his nerves get the best of him.

Most times he just wants some soft intimacy, nothing fancy, just simply having the day to roll around in bed and indulge in your tastes and sounds.

However, specifically, he does catch himself thinking of oral sex with you often, although he feels it to be kind of dirty. Either with his face buried between your legs and indulging in your taste, or with your soft lips and wicked tongue wrapped around his cock, pulling the sweetest whimpers from his lips. He's thought about the 69 position many times upon learning about it but gets much too embarrassed to ever bring it up to you.

U for Under (Who’s in charge and how?)

It is honestly 50/50 for him. As we know, Simeon seems meek and mild at first glance, but he really has a commanding streak when he needs to. The same applies in bed. He loves when you take charge, using him how you see fit and guiding him in how you want him to please you. But some nights, especially if he's feeling adventurous or needing to relieve some stress or anger, he's an excellent dom in getting you to writhe in pleasure beneath him.

X for X-Rated (What kind of porn do they watch or read?)

Diavolo

He's definitely more into reading porn than watching it; he likes some good, old-fashioned romance -> smut stories. He's a writer, after all, and sometimes some good smut really stimulates his desire to write.

However, when he doesn't have the patience for reading a lengthy story, he will indulge in watching porn instead. One type that he enjoys, but is also incredibly embarrassed by, is angel x demon porn. He is incredibly susceptible to the forbidden fruit idea, purity mixing with sin, and it's something he may never even tell to his partner, at least not until you're well into your relationship together.

A for Aphrodisiac (What always turns them on?)

Anything that reminds him of your size difference, or rather strength difference. Regardless of your physical size, the Prince of the Devildom will always have you beat out in sheer power, and it drives him crazy how easily he could bend you to his will, manhandling you with the ease of picking up a piece of paper.

I for Imagination (What do they fantasize about?)

F for Favorite (What do they find sexiest about their partner?)

He loves your eyes, the way he can see your sincerity in them and your passion. He also loves that you don't treat him differently for being royal, looking at him directly and without fear instead of cowering. You treat him like any other... man? Demon? You're not afraid of him like others are and see him for him, and it makes him feel like he can let loose completely with you, including in bed. He doesn't want any pretenses with you, so being able to be a little goofy and sincere with you makes his heart pound.

Given how often he's busy filling out important paperwork, he's frequently fantasized about railing you over his desk during working hours. If your and his arousal gets on the papers, he couldn't care less if someone else notices (in reality, he cares very much, but sometimes he wants to toss that to the wind).

He's also fantasized about being buried in your warmth during meetings, not caring if the other participants knowing what's happening between you two or maybe even showing off by fucking you in front of them. He just loves the idea of making it clear that you are his, and none of them could ever hope to please you like he can.

U for Under (Who’s in charge and how?)

Diavolo is in charge. He's a service dom, for sure, his focus is entirely on your pleasure and satisfaction. He doesn't mind if you want to try being on top, from time to time, but mostly, he'll be in charge of activities for the evening. Of course, this is with your consent and knowledge of what he has planned and always implements a system to keep things in check throughout.

X for X-Rated (What kind of porn do they watch or read?)

Answered here!

#obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #obey me hcs #spicy minx 🔥

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ao719 · 2 years

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The Family Squabble

This is a submission for @choicesflashfics, using prompt #3: “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

A/N: A while back, @dcbbw sent me an ask for this little dispute to be set in my Moirai AU. Thank you to her and @burnsoslow for looking it over! Please excuse any errors.

Pairing: Liam x OC (Alina)

Warnings: none but some mild language

Word count: 1558

Gathered in the living area of their quarters after dinner one evening, the King and Queen smiled as they watched their bundle of joy being doted upon. Liam had his arm resting across the back of the sofa, and nestled into his side was Alina, watching her parents coo and awe over their granddaughter.

“Aplós tin agapó tóso polý,” Alina’s mother grinned, looking down at a sleeping baby Eleanor snuggled in her arms after she had managed to wrestle her away from her husband.

“She’s hard not to love,” Liam said with a proud smile.

Crown Princess Eleanor made her grand debut into the world two weeks earlier than expected. At a month old, Alina’s family, save for her brother and three cousins who lived in Cordonia, were finally able to come and meet the tiny princess in person.

The whole family.

Liam sent the jet, flying in Alina’s parents, cousins, aunts, uncles, and her yiayia and papou. Five third-row SUVs met them on the tarmac and shuttled them all back to the palace. They were taking up half of one of the guest wings. It had been a week since their arrival; tomorrow they would be heading home to Mykonos.

Alina had always been very family oriented. With her role as Queen, she didn’t get to see her family as often as she once did or as much as she wished she could. So she was soaking up every moment she had with them. And Liam was being his usual charming self, welcoming her large and loud family with open arms and a smile.

Despite having so many people around all at once over the past week, Liam and Alina were both enjoying having them there. For Alina, getting advice, tips, and tricks from the women in her family on how to handle a newborn was much more comforting in person than over the phone. For Liam, he always wanted a big family, and he got exactly that when he married into Alina’s. He loved every minute of the chaos, not to mention yiayia’s baklava she made sure to bring.

As the chatter in the room began to pick up, Alina glanced over at Liam with a knowing look as she pressed her hand against her chest; he nodded in understanding, and she looked back at her mother as they rose from the sofa. “Mamá, I need to feed her, and then we’re going to put her to bed.”

Alina’s mother pouted her lip through a smile before nodding. She placed a soft kiss on the baby’s forehead, whispering that she’d see her in the morning before gently passing her to Liam. The rest of the family bid their goodnights to the princess before the pair excused themselves and disappeared down the hall toward the nursery.

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After going through their nighttime routine, Liam and Alina returned to the living area and plopped down on the sofa. Alina began speaking with her mother and aunts while the others were lost in chatter of their own. In the chair beside Liam, Leo glanced around the room; there were so many people, all talking all at once, some louder than others.

Leo leaned over, dropping his voice down so only Liam could hear. “I can’t believe you’ve dealt with this many people all up in your space for an entire week.”

“They’re not that bad. Plus, I deal with you all of the time,” Liam teased. “This is a walk in the park,” he chuckled.

“I’m not a whole Greek family,” Leo scoffed.

Liam shook his head. “They’re more laid back than you think.”

“No Greek family is simply laid back,” Leo chuckled. “And you forget, I knew most of these people before you. I bet I could get them riled up,” he smirked.

Liam cut his eyes over to his brother. “Let’s not.”

Leo’s gaze had already settled on Alina’s yiayia, who was uncovering a container of her famous homemade baklava to pass around for dessert. “Too late,” he whispered before perking up in his seat and raising his voice. “Hey guys, is it true that baklava originated in Turkey … or was it Armenia?”

The entire room fell silent as everyone snapped their shocked gazes toward Leo.

Liam and Alina’s eyes went wide along with her parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Nikos, Cy, Matteo, and Theo’s mouths hung open as their gazes flickered between their friend and their grandmother. Alina’s grandfather sat expressionless as he eyed Leo carefully.

And Yiayia … her eyes were narrowed with her lips pursed in a thin line as she took a small step forward. “Ti eípes mólis?” she ground out, asking what he just said.

Everyone knew it was a rhetorical question; she was giving him a chance to correct his mistake.

Next to Liam, Alina grabbed a bottle of wine from the table; she uncorked it and took a giant sip straight from the bottle. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Alina shook her head. “Neither one of us is drunk enough for this conversation we’re about to witness. Trust me—” she handed Liam the bottle “—have some.”

This may have been a bad idea, Leo thought as he stared up at the woman from his seat. If looks could kill, he was certain he’d be dead on the floor of the royal quarters. “I was only curious, Yiayia, ma’am,” he choked out. “I’m, uh … very into history. Yes! So into it. And, well, I’ve read that there’s a … controversial history regarding the origins of baklava.”

“Eísai anóitos, agóri,” the old woman grumbled, calling Leo a foolish boy.

Leo watched her continue to slowly advance on him. I could totally take her if it comes to that. “I meant no disrespect, Yiayia, ma’am.”

Yiayia flew off the handle. “Thélete proélefsi? Ti tha légate gia tin proélefsi ton asevón mikrón skatá! Den xéreis típota! Ópos kai oi Toúrkoi! Kánete láthos! Ftiáchnoume baklavá apó ta vyzantiná!”

Liam watched Alina’s grandmother continue to lay into his brother; her voice was raised and her arms were flailing. For a woman her age and petite size, she was lowkey terrifying.

“Perhaps what I read was wrong,” Leo’s voice shook, now trying to backtrack on his statement. “Ya know, come to think of it—” he snapped his fingers, pulling a lie out of thin air “—I believe it said it was the Romans.”

“Oh god,” Alina breathed.

At Leo’s words, Liam covered his face with his hand, not so subtly peeking through his fingers at Alina’s grandfather; he was tensing his jaw as he gripped the arms of the chair to use as leverage to help himself stand. That was one of the first rules Liam learned when he met Alina’s family for the first time: Do not, under any circumstances, mention the Romans to her papou. “Eínai állo prágma pou mas éklepsan! Kataraménoi Romaíoi!” he shouted as he shook his fist angrily in Leo’s direction. He remained standing, scowling while mumbling Greek obscenities under his breath as his wife continued to scold Leo.

Liam finally took Alina’s suggestion and raised the bottle of wine to his lips, taking a long pull before handing it back to her. “Drink more,” he whispered.

“Maybe you should step in,” Alina said quietly.

“No way! He chose to pick that battle, not me.”

“He’s your brother!” Alina said, fighting back a laugh.

“She’s your yiayia, and the one yelling. Why don’t you step in?”

Alina giggled. “Are you afraid of my yiayia?”

“That is …” Liam scoffed. “Just ridiculous.” They both stared at one another for a moment; it was a member from each side of their family, and they were in their home. One of them had to say something. “Is that … yup! I hear Eleanor.” Liam shot up from the sofa, dodging out of the way of Alina’s hand as she went to grab his shirt.

“Liam!” Alina whispered through a laugh, but he kept going, disappearing around the corner and into the hallway. She looked back at her yiayia; she was now going on about the Byzantine Empire, and she was doing it with gusto. She sighed as she stood from the sofa. “Papou, sit down,” she said, helping him back into his chair before turning to her grandmother. “Yiayia,” she put her arm around her shoulder. “He gets it, I promise.” Alina shot her brother-in-law a look over her shoulder as she started to guide the old woman away. “Right, Leo?”

“Yes!” Leo nodded vigorously. “Absolutely! Baklava, it is most definitely Greek.”

“Min to amfisvitíseis xaná!” she yelled as Alina guided her toward the kitchen.

“The fuck, man?” Nikos said once his grandmother was out of earshot.

“What the hell was that?” Theo questioned.

“I’m sorry!” Leo held up his hands defensively. “I was just trying to have a bit of fun! I didn’t think asking about baklava would become my villain origin story!”

“It does when you question where it came from to an 87-year-old Greek woman!” Cy chided.

“And then you brought up the Romans in front of papou?” Matteo shook his head.

Nikos chuckled. “They’ll never look at you the same again.”

As Alina walked with yiayia past the opening that led to the hallway, she saw Liam cautiously peering around the corner. She rolled her eyes. “It’s safe now.”

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science-lings · 9 months

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okay I’ve been inspired, time to list all my versions of botw/totk/aoc link lets go

Wild (He/They): Nonbinary, LU Wild adjacent, generally who I write whenever I write for LU, kind of his own thing bc I feel as though I tend to stray when it comes to lu characterization to fit my own wants. Has the most trouble with memories and their past, has the least control over his emotions. Things like sorrow and anger hit really hard for them and they have more trouble regulating it. Still silly and GNC though, just not as confident about their gender presentation yet.

Sage (They/She): Genderfluid, HSFR botw/totk Link, really leaning into the whole death/rebirth/reincarnation thing with this one, accidentally picks up a spooky vibe because they have a skeleton horse and a big comfort cloak and is extremely good at making potions. This whole vibe what I’m leaning into for Another Second Chance, even though in that one the botw Link is still called Wild lol.

Guardian (He/Him): Too anxious to think about gender rn but is a aroace queen. HSFR AoC Link, half sheikah and it is important to his story. His life is kinda dictated by his dedication to the throne by being descended from a long line of royal knights and sheikah who have vowed to serve the blood of the goddess. Also he’s betrothed to his Zelda and on his way to becoming King/Prince Consort.

Aryll (She/Her): Cis woman (but with complicated gender feelings as she was discouraged from being feminine for a long time and has trouble feeling valued while enjoying typically feminine things, you know the vibe) My Fem!Wild/ Link AU, is the most likely to commit regicide. Had an easier time recovering memories during botw bc of her large amount of shared moments with Zelda.

Linkle (She/Her): Trans woman Link au, has a bit of an egg cracking moment when she was getting into gerudo town, don’t have much for this one, it might be where I put all my Link being close to the Gerudo hcs. Like, after sealing the calamity, she and Zelda go to live in Gerudo Town instead of Hateno and they’re real close buddies with Riju and Linkle goes to the nearby great fairy to get her gender magically transed. idk i love the gerudo and think they deserve better. (also her name could be changed i kinda made this one on a whim...)

Spirit Sage (They/Them): Fem leaning enby, totk role swap au where Link gets sent back with the spirit stone instead of Zelda, they lost their arm but the stone lets them summon a ghost version that they have to learn how to control (a feature also seen with HSFR Sage), trained under Mineru and tries to assasinate Ganondorf a few times.

Time Sage (They/He): Masc leaning enby, pre-calamity was a trans man but then their gender got pickled for a century and their ideas on gender changed a little. They lose their arm but don’t get a replacement. The secret stone they had with them amplifies their time manipulation abilities (bullet time/ sitting by the fire, that kind of thing) They have to learn to fight just as will with their left side and not wield any sort of shield. The story is closer to the canon version than the Sage of Spirit version of the au.

Gladiator (He/Him): trans man, ssbu Link, pulled from his quest pretty soon after botw. Older brother/babysitter to Young Link (MM) and Toon Link (WW), Eyes have been opened to the multiverse and he’s kinda just vibing with being kind of immortal and meeting the strangest people. ssb lore is wacky so he’s at least allies with all of the other characters, including ganondorf at in the end. Has the least amount of fashion sense and cooking ability but at least he has little brothers and is buds with Kirby.

#honestly i could probably come up with more #i have a lot of ideas for this guy and not all of them mix together super well and it would be fixed by just adding it to a different au #botw #totk #totk spoilers #links meeting au #links meet au #botw links meeting au #idk how to tag this it's all just crack #breath of the wild #zelda au #linkverse #botw linkverse #they're trying to obtain a full gender spectrum and i don't think they're doing too badly

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ann i need more abt leo and mona’s friendship after the 74th games and before the 75th games they mean everything to me

Okay so Raph and Mona are in love after their game. I think they both liked each other before their game but neither of them had made a move yet.

Mona knows she can rely on Raph. He’s been an anchor for her through all of this. But so has Leo.

Leo who could have ignored her existence entirely to save his brother. Be he hadn’t. From the very beginning she got just as much help and attention from Leo as Raph did.

She and Raph protected each other in the arena. She knows Leo did everything in his power to support them. Leo didn’t have a mentor pushing for him so he got barely if any gifts. (Big Mama had tried but sponsors want to talk to the victors not a representative.) Leo knew how hard it was to survive with no help and he got them as much as he could. He even sold the story that allowed them both to live! She owes Leo a lot.

And Leo is so happy to see her afterwards.

Now after the games.

Raph and Mona are now together. There is no love triangle (Donnie is filing the role of Gale. Not the secondary option for Mona, but his rage at the capital. They took not only his twin but they tried to take his little brother and they did take his big brother. They all will pay! Unlike Gale he will learn to have some compassion by the end)

Leo joins them for their victory tour. And he’s getting them through it. Big Mama and Sunita are there helping as well but it’s Leo writing their speeches and introducing them to the other victors he’s met.

It’s Leo helping them through nightmares and panic attack, flashback caused by movement in the corner of your eye. He knows this. He knows how hard it is to feel safe after the games. He still doesn’t.

Leo hid most of his trauma from his brothers for the past year. Raph thinks he’s weak since Leo handled this so much better. (He didn’t he just wasn’t stuck on a train with his brothers where they could see his breakdowns) Mona realizes that Leo couldn’t know how to calm them without having been through it himself.

There are plenary of times Mona feels like a monster for some of her actions during the game. Leo always reassured her she not. Doing what you need to survive does not make you a monster.

She’s the one who finds him one night in the train having an absolute break down. He confides in her. He’s felt so alone the past year. No one could understand what he went through back in their district.

Raph finds them and realizes he wasn’t there for his brother. Not because he didn’t want to be or didn’t try to be but because there was no way he could have been what Leo needed. That is until he went through the games himself. They are the only three people in their district who understand what they all went through.

That night the three curl up together in Raph’s bed. It is completely platonic. Leo used to go to Raph when he was scared to sleep with him. Mona and Raph spent a lot of time in the arena curled together and the act now brings comfort to them both. Adding in Leo is not a problem for her. He’s her friend and will one day be her little brother to. He deserves comfort.

From here Leo, Mona, and Raph are a tight knit team. They can still function as individuals but they lean on each other for support.

Leo and Mona develop a close bond in the coming months after the tour. They share their nightmares over hot chocolate. They poke fun at Raph together, nothing mean just light hearted teasing. Mona also pokes Leo for information about a certain bunny.

Leo tries to help Mona and Raph prepare for the coming years games. Telling them about the other victors (they met a few on tour) Telling them how to talk to sponsors. They should always be together the power couple who is madly in love shouldn’t talk to sponsors separately. (Raph has always hated being alone and the games have exasperated this) he can talk to half and they can talk to half. It’s mona who argues they should always move as a team. Yes her and Raph are an item, but Leo is Raph’s little brother/mentor sponsor are going to love the brother victors working together. (Maybe she doesn’t want to let her beat friend out of her sight in the capital)

Raph and Mona are in love but Leo is Mona’s best friend. She knows she would have lost her mind if she lost either of them.

#asks #rise leo #rise mona lisa #rise raph #raphmona #rottmnt hunger games au

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5. What sort of religion was practiced in their home? Did religion play a role in their upbringing?

Chris grew up in a interfaith home. His father was baptist and his mom was raised on Wicca practices. They make it work because neither wants to supress the other and doesn't mind showing both their religions to their kids. His father honestly didn't follow alot of the church practices due to some issues with the church but he goes for the community aspect.

Later, Chris gravitated more so toward his mother's religion to feel closer to her side of the fam. But he feels more comfortable in it as opposed tot he church.

"Tell me young God," Robert began, eyes staring down the 7 year old before him. "What is today's mathematics?"

A much much much younger Chris stared at his uncle confused, hands holding a Storm action figure. Mathematics? Like the stuff at school? Chris had no concept of math outside of his worksheets and how mom and dad spent money for things they needed. His head tils as he ponders over his uncle's question.

His uncle's eyes stared daggers at him, body leaning towards him to anticipate his answer. Robert always disapproved of the way Chris was being brought up, often calling him soft and quiet. In his own words 'A young Black man needs to toughen up. Quit playing with those dolls'. In his mind, some of the Five Percenter's lessons could toughen him up.

An eternal moment passed.

"...2 + 2," Chris finally answered, that silly giggle escaping his lips. Robert rolled his eyes, already irritated at his lack of understanding. Not helped by his own son's laugh at the young Luna's answer. The older man leans forward, finger in his chest.

"No God," Robert stated. "What's the first letter of your name? Cee. Cee is to understand. We couldn’t truly see the trick that was planted in our path because we had a mattress thrown over our eyes. But we were bor-"

Before he could finish his lesson to the young man, his brother and Chris's father, Kennth, stepped in.

"Oh Robert don't start with that mathematics shit," he frowned as he picked up Chris, "You know the boy is hardly thinking about any of that!"

Robert frowned earning a deepened scowl form his brother.

"You only got into that shit cause them broke down bums who preach in front of the mall every day! I give it a few more months until you're out of it." Kenneth said, "Your tv is fixed and you know I'm always around."

Even when angry, Kenneth was always going to help out his family. It was honestly quite easy to see where the baker got it from. With that, they exchanged a nod as Chris left with his dad. Per usual, he helped his son into the car (despite Chris's protests of not needing help) and made their way home.

"What is our legion?" the young Luna asked, those big eyes staring up at his dad. A hearty laugh escaped from his dad, massive hand reaching out to tussle the lad's small fro.

"We have two legion in our home Chris, " Kenneth explained. "Your mom has her own way of things and so do I. Some days we go to church because I grew up in it and I like the community it gives you and your sister. But me and your mom want ya to join in on her practices too."

Chris tilts his head as if he were a confused cat.

"Because we want you two to know you have a choice on what to follow when you grow up. Church, Wicca, something else. Just as long as you're good and happy, we'll be happy with ya."

While the young Luna was unsure of everything, he was happy to know he always has a choice on who he decides to be. He knew his cousin didn't personally like following the beliefs of the Five Percent nation but felt like he had to because of his dad.

#ooc #ic #; drabble #; facts #; Chris's Grimmoire

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buuggerz · 2 years

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🌧Jasico Pink in the Night Fic idea blurb

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Okay well i have many thoughts on the Months after The Gaea War.

How everyone adjusts back to the Camps, and their routines after mourning and celebrating the end of the war.

But there isn’t exactly a past routine at camp For Nico to fall back into or at least that is how he feels. especially after he finishes helping with burial rites at both camps.

Meanwhile Jason is Trying to figure out his new role as Pontifex Maximus, and trying to learn who is.

I think about the ending of BOO where Nico agrees to stay and Jason talks about all the things they could do

(sitting with each other during dinner- teaming up for capture the flag etc.)

I definitely think that Nico adjusting back to camp is through spending time with a very persistent Jason.

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It’s starts with morning breakfast, and Jason sitting at the hades table, then eventually going to the hades cabin to drag walk Nico to eat breakfast-

Then It’s Nico making sure Jason taking a break from always helping everyone.

Or Nico watching Jason fail at drawing and slowly getting better as he designs shrines.

Late night talks about Jason’s ideas with Nico's input and drawing practice.

Jason being there for Nico after Terrifying nightmares, staying up with him. not having to talk Or if they did it's small things like, a book Jason read or a funny childhood story

it’s the Feeling of safety in causal touch, hugs, ruffles of the hair, Nico adjusting Jason’s skewered glasses. leaning on shoulders

Jason encourages Nico when others show interest in befriending him. (like the stoll brothers)

Going on visits to Camp Jupiter to see Hazel, Frank and Reyna.

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All these little things build up, That makes them closer, and there's lingering feelings that they both ignore.

not wanting to mess up what they already have,

this friendship of Cultivated trust and comfort they’ve worked so hard on making.

Then There’s a quest, it’s not even a big one really more like an errand retrieval gone wrong.

Jason being the Self-sacrificial idiot he gets hit with poison and well knocked out and Nico Has to get him to Get him to drink the antidote-Jason is semi- unconscious and he Gives him the antidote cpr style (mouth to mouth).

Which leads to Nico freaking about this.

Not only was he mad that Jason almost got himself killed when he didn’t need to. He was also Freaking out that he kissed jason (dire situation or otherwise)

so Nico does what he does best, and Avoids the issue.

if they don’t talk about it it’s not an issue/big deal- he’s also mad that Jason can’t get through his head that people actually care if he died.

But Avoidance can only last so long- so The day when all the shrines finish comes, it’s also around the same time that Both camps come together to celebrate their alliance.

The stoll brothers, being the stoll brothers Sneaked in some booze for the celebration.

So Events take place, And we end up with a slightly inebriated Nico with no filter.

With a very soberJason going to make sure Nico doesn’t do/say anything that he’ll regret later.

which leads them in cabin 13,

Jason and Nico end up arguing and hashing everything out about the avoiding, the recklessness, Feelings and they get to talk about the ‘kiss’ - and Nico falls asleep because of course he does.

More shenanigans ensue.

But they eventually get everything aired out.

and they kiss- maybe >:)

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The ich to make this into a silly little fic is persistent.

considering i made a whole playlist while writing this idea dump.

also Thank you too

@yonemurishiroku @butt-puncher

It’s nice to know that others actually want to hear my little rambles-, let alone like them. :)

#It’s only like a rough idea but i love them #i just want them to have a break from saving the world #but also quest are like unavoidable #they are idiots #they are in love #jasico #nico di angelo #jasico idea #pjo #jason grace #my posts

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demonprincezeldris · 2 years

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Broken Pack Au (*squints* I think.)

The Commandments stared at the empty space for a long while, processing everything they had heard. Everything Meliodas had said, how... manic he had been. Almost like the words were coming unbidden. He likely had no one to talk to since his mate died. No pack, no mate, and alone for thousands of years? (And how was he still so young-looking after so many years?)

How had he not gone insane?

Their thoughts were interrupted by their Pack Leader, "Let's go," He said, lifting Gelda into his arms and heading towards the mountain his brother had pointed them towards.

"What? We're actually going to believe him!?" Galand demanded, glaring at Melascula when she opened her mouth, "I know he was telling the truth, but there's plenty of ways to alter memories to make it so you're not actually lying. How can we trust him?"

"Be that as it may, where we are is too exposed. If Meliodas is right and there is both miasma, supplies, and defenses in this 'safe haven' of his, then that's better for us. If not, then it just gives us another reason to kill him." Estarossa spoke up for is brother, speaking plainly and calmly, which was a testament to his control of his emotions and his Commandment.

"Either way, we should go." Fraudrin spoke up quietly, eyeing the horizon. "Humans are a curious bunch, they'll no doubt start poking around. And where's there's one, more will follow. News will spread and soon we'll have all of Britannia after us." While not an official member of the pack, he was still friends with most of them, and on good terms with the rest. And they were his leaders. Plus, he wanted to be somewhere safe and quiet, with recent news he... had a lot to think on.

The others took his word for it, seeing as he had spent the longest time among the humans. Melascula wondered if he would be willing to take on a more specialized role if he ever joined the pack, his skill for survival, subterfuge and espionage seemed innate. But that was for another time.

"It's decided then." And with that, they took to the air.

It didn't take long for them to sense it, the miasma and unique magic signature of both their old packmate, and the mimicry of their homeland. They arrived in short order, with some of the others carefully checking over for any traps that could harm them. Finding none, the group entered. It was even big enough for Drole to stand and more comfortably. There was plenty of supplies and food, and a thin mist of miasma in the air, making it easier to breathe and relax.

"Come on, Estarossa, let's get everyone something to eat." Monspeet spoke casually, though carefully. The taller man did a full-body flinch, and cast a slightly panicked look to his brother and pack leader. Zeldris nodded, and while he didn't relax entirely, his eyes shown with relief as he followed the other caretaker.

As the pair walked off, Monspeet promising to show Estarossa something, Drole and Gloxinia got to work on creating a nest our of earth and vines. Makeshift but comfortable. A large alcove with soft, miasma friendly plants, half-hidden within the wall.

Derieri began to patrol the area, along with Fraudrin to help keep an eye out for anything new that the fighter may not be familiar with. Grayroad following after to catch up with her friend. Melascula and Galand were investigating their supplies... and hiding any booze to share between them for later.

Zeldris was relieved everyone was finding something to do as he set Gelda down, who was watching him with patient eyes. Tired as he was, he would never refuse her, but as he started to shift his shirt to provide her easier access, she stopped him gently.

"Let us wait until you've had something to eat, my dear." She said, leaning back against one of the moss balls and pulling her mate so he laid against her, head on her chest.

"Are you sure? It must have been so long since you last fed."

"I have waited thousands of years to have you in my arms again, I can wait a little longer to enjoy you." She kissed the top of his head, and relaxed. After a few moments of silence, she asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No." He said immediately, his tone sharp. But then winced and sent he an apologetic look, "I apologise, I shouldn't have snapped. I... am not ready to talk, yet. I can barely think as it is. Perhaps after we have all eaten and had some rest, this is a conversation everyone should be a part of."

"So reasonable~" She smiled, teasing. He felt his face heat up, and buried it against her. Judging by her soft chuckle, she still saw it. No one else could make him so bashful so easily, but he didn't mind. It was better than thinking of his brother right now.

So instead, he focused on the delicious smell that was wafting from the nearby fire that had been set up. Listened to the sounds of Galand and Melascula doing their strange mix of arguing and flirting, sensed the others returning from their initial patrols, and reveled in the feeling of pack and family.

(This is getting long -mine usually are- so I'll do another one later. Hope ya enjoyed! Though there's not much meat here, more prep for later.)

I loved this!

They all could relax for a little while longer, just enjoying their food that had been cooked for them. It had been so long since they had done something like this. The last time they had actually gathered as a pack and just... relaxed was 3000 years ago. When Meliodas was leader of the Commandments.

Meliodas had actually done this when Zeldris was a young kit. And there wasn't much fighting between the races going on. It was calm and peaceful for them all. Meliodas had brought little Zeldris with them, unwilling of keeping him alone in the castle with their bitch of a father.

Zeldris had felt most safe when he was with him.

#Pack Breaker AU #Zeldris #Gelda #nnt #pack mentality

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strawberryflavoredsoap · 1 year

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what was the process of creating teresa and dana as individual characters and their interpersonal dynamics with each other and will? did you take any inspiration from anyone you know in your real life or other fictional characters? were they always supposed to be so integral to the narrative of nbyt?

i love these girls with all my heart, they feel so real and authentic and fully realized as people outside of will’s singular perception of them.

hi hagssoup! I just want to say I'm so grateful for all your interaction with the story. always get so excited when I see your comments in the inbox. it means a lot <3

love this questions tysm for asking. I love dana and teresa sm I'll take any opportunity to go on and on about them.

teresa and dana were created with specific intentions. teresa was meant to be the best friend and the best friend needed to have a certain personality that was able to draw will out from where he had hidden away in his own head. dana was meant to be the girlfriend. she was created (more like named) at the same time as teresa was for the future purpose of being her girlfriend.

actually everyone in their little dnd/drama group was created at the same time. in my journal I jotted down all their names, their role in the dnd, and a one word adjective to describe them. Here’s what I had written down for these three:

1. Teresa: DM #1. Will’s bestie. Big fat lesbian crush on her bff Dana. Brave.

2. Will: DM #2. Will have gay solidarity with Teresa. Hesitant.

3. Dana: Bard Elf. Teresa’s crush. Clear-headed.

I think these characters have changed since then especially since they started off very one dimensional. but to be fair, at first they were only ideas at the time.

Expanding on Teresa and her personhood and who she was came while writing. As I write characters I like giving them small tiny traits that I find amusing (examples: El being a crafter and liking romance books. Will being a music snob. Jonathan loving the outsiders) but then they add to the larger character.

I think Teresa comes off as cool and quick witted but that’s bc we see her with people she’s comfortable around but I like to put little things that emphasize that she’s truly and deeply a nerd. She likes costumes which lends to her love of theatre. She talks a lot in situations she finds awkward which makes them more awkward. She has a penchant for silly little nicknames. She’s got a brother and parents who want what they imagine as the best for her.

when i brought in Dana i knew i needed a different dynamic to be brought in as well. Teresa and Will were already so close, how could I even try and make anything that compares? So Dana personality naturally falls under awkward. At least around Will (Once again reiterating how much fun I have writing them “beef”). But because of this Will has a very limited view of her. Yet we know she tossed pebbles at Teresa’s window and then climbed through it. The romance! She’s snarky! We see it whenever she and Teresa go into their own little world. She’s got a queer aunt who lives with a long-time girlfriend and a cousin in DC that she’s out to. (honestly now i’m curious at the story that’s there. how’d she come out to him? what’s their history?)

I'm not sure how to describe where their dynamic comes from. peaking behind the curtain is just me sitting at my desk and writing things that make me giggle. like this, I think this is so funny:

“We want to be fashionably late, not actually late!” Teresa leans out of the window, elbow resting on the sill.

Behind her, Dana leans back in her seat. She lightly hits Teresa’s shoulder, saying something inaudible to Will.

Teresa turns her head briefly towards her girlfriend before looking back towards Will, “Just kidding! Take all the time you need!”

They weren’t originally supposed to be so intrinsic to the narrative. Maybe that’s because I wasn’t sure what this story was going to turn into. Though now I can’t imagine the story without them. They’re so sweet and I have the best time with them. my babygirls fr!!

I’m overwhelmed by the love being sent their way but I am forever grateful. thank you thank you thank you all so much for loving them and caring for them and coming back for each chapter update.

#nbyt #stranger things fanfiction #will byers fanfiction #fanfic authors #fanfiction author #fanfic #stranger things #Will Byers #my ocs

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the-travelling-witch · 11 months

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Hi Holly! How are you hun?

For the self ship game 💕 and 💔 for you and Belphie (Obey Me) and Xiao (Genshin)

i’m doing okay, trying not to get life get to me, so same old really; what about you? <3

💕: Who’s the clingier one in the relationship?

Xiao

[answered here]

Is it a surprise to anyone if I say Belphie? No, it’s not? Well there’s your answer haha. But for real, Belphie’s one hell of a clingy demon, his sin and being the youngest of his brothers enabling him; not that I mind though, I’m welcoming the physical affection with open arms literally

Most of the time, he’s asleep; I know, another shocker. Even if we start up awake, just cuddling while watching a movie or talking, it’s never too long until he drifts off. He really fights it at times, trying desperately to stay awake and not succumb to the pull of sloth but he’s fighting a losing battle. With me running my fingers through his hair, the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest and my steady heartbeat as a lullaby, Belphie is out like a light before you can say pillow. (“Do I look like a body pillow to you?” - “Mhm, the comfiest one.”). But it’s okay, he’s really cute dozing off like that and being all comfy with him usually sends me right into a much needed nap as well (Belphie, the weighted blanket demon ^^).

“You really need to sleep more. Come here and nap with me.”

“Sure sure, I’ll be right there.”

But his clinginess doesn’t just pertain to cuddling and napping. Belphie has the tendency to just lean on me (and drape his entire weight onto me) when we’re standing somewhere or sit as close to me as possible when given the chance. If we’re out and about he’s also prone to wrapping his arm around my waist, leaning his head on my shoulder, hugging me from behind or holding hands.

“You’re pretty big on pda, I was really surprised. Any reason for that?”

“No reason” *glares at a demon over my shoulder*

[this is where we proceed into jealous! belphie territory]

💔: Is it hard being away from each other?

Well it’s said that absence makes the heart grow fonder but my heart is already plenty fond, so no absence please >///<

I do think it depends on the kind of absence it is; could we come see each other when we want to or are we separated not by choice? Because I think getting a bit of distance every now and then and giving each other space regularly is important; i wouldn’t want to suffocate my partner after all <3 But if it’s not up to us, it’s a different story—

Xiao is used to being alone and so am I tbh, so you might think we’d do well being apart from one another and to a certain degree we are. But now that we have had a taste of affection and all the (physical) comfort that comes from it, being denied that is like being thrown into cold water. So while we’re okay on a surface level, we still feel like something’s missing. At least, we have to know that the other is doing okay, if nothing else.

“Today I found a wild glaze lily blooming near the inn. I wish I could have shown it to you.”

“Let’s check it out once I’m back.”

Belphie… is playing the role of the youngest brother once more. If asked about it, he’s not going to reveal his full annoyance about me being back in the human realm but he’s huffing every other second and pouting basically all the time. On more than one night he’s sent me messages about how he can’t fall asleep without me and I’m always there to reply right away because I can’t either; once you get used to a deadweight lying on you, there’s no going to sleep without it. But talking on the phone helps lessen the heartache a little (I don’t want to count how often we fell asleep on call and I woke up to my phone being dead). But being a witch and all, a summoning spell solves a lot of problems.~

“Next time warn me before summoning me out of the blue.”

“You literally just whined my ear off about how you can’t sleep; we both know you’re super pleased with this situation.”

[self-ship ask game]

#┊✩彡 divine correspondence ♡#┊✩彡 letter from — trin ♡#i’m having the biggest obey me relapse rn #barbatos belphie and solomon are so on the forefront of my mind rn #so i had to answer this !!#ੈ♡˳ the witch’s lovers┊͙#[ship names still to be found]

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darlasfish · 1 year

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@ncttagppy (continued from here)

Finn wasn’t expecting to attend this party when he first heard about it. Yet, it was one thrown by an ex of Ariel’s and his best friend were invited, so of course Finn found himself tagging along as well. And for the most part, Finn stuck with his best friend, drinking away in order to ease the nerves of being surrounded by so many people. He even ran into a few of his friends, the glow stick crown Lil had placed on top of his head earlier still very much there though it was glowing a lot less by now. It was nice, it was fun, and he thought that he would be able to stick it out for the rest of the night until whatever time he and Ariel decided to leave. But then he lost sight of his best friend somewhere within the crowd, leaving Finn alone within the cramped apartment. Surrounded. He inhaled deeply, the buzz from his last drink slowly fizzing away as the usual nerves began to reappear. Maybe. Maybe he just needed to go and get another drink. Yeah, that’ll work. He began to move through the crowd of people, bumping shoulders with them all, and even at one point a random person even grabbed his arm and insisted he dance with them. Inhaling deeply once again, he quickly shook his head and denied the offer before pulling his arm away. A few minutes and more bumping around later— he finally made it to a less crowded area.

Leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, Finn placed a hand against his chest and felt the racing of his heart. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be looking for another drink right now. Not until he can calm himself down a little. Re-opening his eyes, Finn then jumped— startled at the site of Darla before him. “Darla!” He cried, not expecting her to be here. He hadn’t seen her all night, so he hadn’t been so sure if she came or not. Then noticing the concerned look on her face as she said those words, Finn found himself slowly nodding at her in response. “Y-Yeah…..I think I do.” Was all he said before being engulfed by the familiar comfort of having the redhead’s arms around him.

Had Darla known Finn would be present at the lost boys’ party, she would have come sooner. She didn’t spend much time with that whole friend group, but she was close enough with Cubby to have secured a personal invite to the big night. It seemed like every twenty-something in town was here, some of whom she recognized and others who were still strangers. After mingling with some of her friends she’d found among the crowd—the Duck brothers and Webby and even Angelica were all in attendance—she saw Ariel and knew Finn must be around somewhere. This didn’t exactly seem like his scene; the room was so stuffed with people that Darla herself was beginning to feel overstimulated, and she knew Finn was prone to anxiety. Especially if he didn’t have his best friend by his side. It was somewhat unsurprising to find him the way she did, hand against his heart as if to make sure it didn’t jump out of his rib-cage. She regretted startling him, but when he accepted her prompt for a hug she figured it was all right and wrapped her arms around him.

She slipped into the now familiar role of soothing him through his anxiety attacks; Darla knew Finn could get through without her guidance, but it couldn’t hurt for him to know she had his back. “Focus on my breathing.” She controlled her breaths at regular intervals, deep in, hold, long out, her chest rising and falling against his. “Until everything else fades away.” When his heart was no longer pounding, his own breaths more steady, she let him go, stepping back to give him some space, but not too far. “Let’s get some air, yeah?” She led their way out of the claustrophobic atmosphere, onto the lawn where some other party-goers were taking similar breaks from the noise.

#ic #finn #finn1

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rosedmuse · 2 years

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safe zone; for harusoie 1st anniversary

Ice and flame. A prince and a peasant. Whilst hidden in a safe zone one evening, their hearts collide.

"Love at first sight?" Cain isn't someone who'd fall in love that easily. Considering the kind of environment he was born and raised in, he wouldn't be surprised if he never experience the emotion at all. Not like he minds in the slightest, though. "I don't think so," he responds, reluctantly. "I mean, who would even want to have a useless prince as their lover?" He masks his bitterness behind a forced laugh. "So long as the prince in question is you, then, I do," Celeste confesses, bluntly. Cain, son of Jugla. Crown Prince of Northaria. The kingdom of eternal snow and frozen beauty. Despite his blood of pure royalty, he is unable to wield magic. Unlike his adoptive brother, Lutz, many have already deemed him inappropriate to be the throne's heir. So why, in the world, would this peasant servant from the opposing kingdom declare such bold words before him? His mind tells him sternly not to get his hopes up; but his heart, stubborn for some reason, refuses to listen. "Really now?" Cain lets out a strained chuckle. "If you keep spouting gibberish like that, I might just actually fall for you, you know?" Celeste smiles to themselves, and whispers: "You already have, though?" Cain fixes his gaze onto Celeste; the playful, little spark in their eyes becoming more prominent under the gentle light of the moon. They're both closely enjoying each other's warm company; the large window of an old, abandoned room they have claimed as their own meeting place on lonely, yearning nights like tonight, keeping them safe from the public eye. "I truly cannot win against you, can I?" The crown prince sighs tiredly in defeat. Instead of another smooth comeback, however, Celeste flashes him a sweet smileーhis favoriteーand leans back onto his shoulder comfortably. He then shifts his position a little, so they're now wrapped in a tight embrace from behind. "I'm sorry we have to hide like this every time we meet." "No big deal. Spending time with you in secret is much better than all the chores waiting for me at home." Cain rolls his eyes. "Again with your cheesy punch lines, geez, Celeste, when will you run out of those! But... I can't really call that hellish place of yours a 'home' if I were you..." "Yeah, right. I could say the same for you too but, oh well." Celeste shrugs that last statement away, hoping Cain won't take it as offense. Fortunately, he didn't. "Thanks for worrying about me, your highness." "Nonsense!" Cain furrows his eyebrows. "I'm no prince here. Just call me by my name, you know I prefer that way between us." "Then... I love you, Cain." The full moon seems to have radiated a milder, more mysterious glow, upon hearing those words. The breeze turns cool, the night even quieter. It's in times like these when Cain feels calmest, most relieved and free. No duties to complete, no roles to fulfill, no expectations to live up to and surpass. The exact same case applies to Celeste too, despite the huge gap in the status they bear. Squeezing them ever so tightly, but not too hard now, as if he's afraid that he'll lose them if he holds on to more than what's necessary, Cain returns the weight of his heart that solely belongs to them. "I love you too, Celeste. I promise. In every lifetime that will eventually be granted to us, I'll find you. And I’ll come back to you." "Oh my, look who's the romantic one now!" Celeste laughs, lightheartedly; their expression, softening. “I don’t think I’m someone worthy of that much time but... I look forward to seeing you again, and again, and again, my Prince.” And yet another forbidden rendezvous concludes as their foreheads touch, noses brush, and lips meet, at long last, from within their only safe zone.

#harusoie #a3! yume #a3 yume #twin kingdoms au

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sukirichi · 3 years

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no guidance

pov: you ask your step-brother to guide you in your first time

part of the everything step cest collab by @dilfhub thank you for everything! 💕

note. lol this rotted in my drafts for weeks but i finally finished it eeeee

cw. virginity loss, sexting, mild corruption themes, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), possessive! akaashi-ni, slight dumbification, pseudo-incest (step siblings)

You knew better than to associate with the likes of Miya Atsumu. As if him being one of the most notorious fuckboys in campus wasn’t enough of a warning sign, his reputation was also infamous for being the “Virgin Killer.” In simpler terms, he took pride in corrupting the innocence of whoever was foolish enough to fall into his trap, and yet there you were, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you shamelessly sexted with him.

Unsurprisingly, he’s asking for nudes. Again.

It had been approximately three months since you passed notes with the said Miya twin (and of course you liked the worse of the pair) before your friendship escalated into something...more sexual. It was no secret Atsumu had a high sex drive, something you were still foreign with, so you weren’t really taken aback by his open vulgarity over his desire to fuck you.

The first month, you were nice enough to sent him a snap of your titties. Albeit still a little shy over not having sent anyone such an intimate photo before, you were beyond exhilarated.

The next, you sent him a booty pic. It wasn’t anything sexy since you were only in your campus hoodie, the door locked because you didn’t want your parents walking in on you trying to get a good angle of your rounded buttocks.

And just last week, you finally gained enough courage to take a photo of your glistening pussy, sent with a caption of ‘thinking of you...’

Now, you weren’t stupid despite your preference to act naive and innocent. You knew your actions would entice him to lead into something more, if his dick picks that show him already leaking weren’t enough of a telltale already. But as your phone pinged and his name flashed above your screen, the words, ‘meet you at Issei’s party this weekend? I think I’ve waited long enough’ loud and clear – your heart dropped into your chest.

Without another thought, you shut your phone off and rolled to your side.

The thing was, you’ve never really had sex. You couldn’t even be brave enough to lose your virginity to your hairbrush or to buy a dildo despite your friends’ insistence it was much better than an actual cock (quote unquote: both can make you orgasm, but the former didn’t come with toxic attitudes of horny college boys.)

Sure, you’ve watched porn, and you watched a lot – but nothing could compare to the actual experience of it. Your fingers could only get you so far.

Glancing at your phone that kept lighting up with texts from Atsumu, you felt something stir deep within your stomach. Curiosity? Arousal? Nervousness? Excitement? Perhaps all a mix of both. You’ve heard from all the girls Atsumu’s slept with that even though he meant bad news, his cock could be likened of that of a blessing that converted them into ‘I hate him’ to ‘Gosh, I wanna fuck him again.’ Addicting, they called him, and now you were being offered a path to being on a path that most likely had no point of return.

You sighed.

The saner part of you warned you to stay away. There was no rush to lose your virginity now. Just because most of your friends had enough experience, it didn’t mean you had to be the same as them. After all, you came from quite...a strict household.

While everyone had been away from their parents and independently living in their dorms, you still stayed under the same roof as your father and step-mom, along with your older brother who was only a year ahead of you. Akaashi was a very sweet presence to have that you didn’t mind not experiencing that ‘youthful freedom’ too much, simply because your brother was a better company than whoever you could room with. He was kind, always ready to help, and you could confidently say you trusted him more than you did your closest friends.

Maybe that was the reason why you knocked at his room past midnight, shifting your weight from one foot to another. The faint sliver of light peeking from the cracks in his door told you he was probably still working on projects and the like, really not a good time to bother him, but you couldn’t hold on any longer.

At the back of your mind, this was the right thing. He was the right person.

“’Kaashi-nii...?” you knocked again, aware that he had a habit of listening to music on full volume while studying. “Are you there? Oh, were you studying, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge.”

Your brother stood in front of you, his headphones hung around his neck. He’d swung the door open to reveal that he was, indeed, previously hunched over his desk to work on something. Upon seeing the guilty expression on your face, Akaashi smiled at you in reassurance. “Hey, no, it’s fine,” he ushered you inside, setting you down at the edge of his bed while he sat across you in his swivelling chair. “Do you need help with homework again?”

“No...”

Turning away from him shyly, you opted to fiddle with your fingers as you stared at your lap. You had come here in a whim. You didn’t really think this through, and even though you’d been in his room a thousand times before, his dark blue sheets and tidy room that smelled sweetly of his detergent and vanilla cologne made you feel dizzy.

It didn’t help that he looked so mouth-watering in this light too.

Messy hair, long, slender fingers that absentmindedly spun a pen in those pretty hands of his, his dark eyes hazy and as welcoming as ever under the dim light of his desk lamp – how could you resist?

“What is it?” Akaashi quickly picked up on your silent worries. He’d always been observant, taking his role as your big brother seriously that he had attuned himself to sense even the slightest differences from you. Even though you’d only become family when you were already in middle school, it felt like you had known him for a much longer time than that, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles in your knees pulling the tension away from you.

“You know you can tell your brother everything, right? I’ll listen to you, you don’t need to feel scared or nervous.”

Guess it was now or never... “There’s this boy in my class...”

Akaashi’s eyes immediately darkened. All the warmth in his face disappeared, now replaced with a hardness you didn’t think was possible for such an understanding, patient guy like him. “Is he hurting you, forcing you to do something you don’t like?” his questions shot out one by one, and your eyes widened when he held you firmly by the shoulders. “Do I need to hurt someone?”

“No, no, it’s not like that!”

Your brother relaxed back in his chair. For a moment, your mind conjured up the dirtiest image of bouncing on his cock (and you know his cock is pretty after accidentally walking in on him changing clothes in high school) as he studied, but you quickly shook the thought away with a clear of your throat.

“What’s wrong then?”

You took a deep breath. “I just...I like him a lot and he asked me to have sex with him someday,” your words came out barely above a whisper, the courage seeping out of you until meeting Akaashi’s eyes felt impossible. “I said yes because of course I like him but...I’m afraid.”

“Hey,” Akaashi tilted your chin to look at him, his blue eyes pooling with worry and brotherly concern. “You know you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint him. I-I’ve never done it before and I feel like I won’t make him feel good. That’s why I came here,” you peered at him under your lashes, tongue darting out to nervously lick at your lips that felt uncomfortably dry. “You told me I could ask you for help in anything and you’re my brother so I trust you a lot to guide me on this one.”

The silence in the room was suffocating.

You were so close to running out of his room and pretending you didn’t exist for the rest of your life because what the hell were you asking? He was your brother, he obviously didn’t see you as a woman. You bet in his eyes, you were nothing but a little sister, and there really was no stopping him from kicking you out of his room until – “You want me to be your first time?”

You looked up at him so fast you actually felt your neck ache from the sudden movement. Heat spread all over your body, especially to your core at the unreadable expression in his eyes, yet it wasn’t...bad. He wasn’t rejecting you.

“Yes, please.”

Akaashi nodded at your hushed words. Slapping his palms to his knees, he walked to his bedside table where he pulled out an inconspicuous bottle with some sort of liquid you weren’t familiar with.

“Okay. Nii-san will teach you everything, but first, I need to prep you.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was actually happening!

You could barely process the events that happened next as he discarded his shirt to the ground, exposing his toned upper body to you from years of playing volleyball. While you sat there frozen and with a frantic beating heart, your brother barely blinked an eye as he gestured for you to take your clothes off. Wordlessly, you pulled your top off and shimmied out of your underwear. Too shy upon being exposed to a male for the first time in your life, you immediately headed towards his bed and closed your eyes, breath heavy and laboured as you waited for his next movements.

Akaashi’s hand went up to your knee, and you flinched at the contact, relaxing only when his soothing smile greeted you. “Lean back for me. Just relax and loosen up, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, Nii-san will make you feel good.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. You were still shy, but you were feeling a lot less nervous. His hypnotizing gestures of caressing your thighs made you sigh in contentment as your head hit the pillow, legs falling open like it was second nature to spread yourself to your brother.

The thought had you biting your lip.

Before you could think too much about it, you felt a cool liquid being spread all over your lips. You gasped and clutched on the sheets out of reflex, staring forward as your brother stared at you cautiously, his lube coated fingers experimentally rubbing circles over your pussy lips. It felt so lewd for him to touch you like that – those same hands that always held yours in your weakest moments – yet it felt so good; the strange sensation tightening your chest.

“I-it’s cold.”

“I’ll warm it up for you,” he reassured, “How far have you gone? Any prior sexual experience?” Akaashi then began to playfully roll your clit between his fingers, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you. He grinned at your reaction – so vocal for him already – and he was determined to hear more of it. “Ever tried sucking someone off?”

“No, but I’ve watched a lot of porn.”

“Porn is different from actual sex, baby,” the nickname fell so effortlessly from his lips that you didn’t dare question it anymore. Not that you could anyway, because the tip of his finger was prodding against your hole that was embarrassingly clenching around nothing. “How about here? Have you tried masturbating?”

“Don’t ask me such embarrassing questions!”

“You’re spread open for me already, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” You covered your face with your hands to hide, but Akaashi pried them away, his grip on your wrist both demanding yet gentle. “Tell me so I know how many fingers I can put inside you. I need to stretch you out.”

“Just one.”

“Louder, baby.”

“Just one finger,” you blurted out, finding it harder and harder to breathe the more he glided his fingers between your slit. Fingering yourself couldn’t even compare to the beauty of having him do the same to you, your arousal only heightened by his dedicated stare at your shaven pussy. From below your bodies, his pants had begun to home a tent.

“Two hurts a little bit and ‘em too sore.”

“What a tight cunt,” he commented with a smirk. “I’ll have to take my time with you then,” You nodded gratefully, about to smile at him with hearts in your eyes when Akaashi slowly slid a finger in. Your moan came out breathless and muted as you stared at him, mouth open in a silent gasp. The intrusion wasn’t anything new but he expertly pumped his finger in and out of it that your walls fluttered around him, head thrown back for another broken moan as he slid another digit. The stretch felt fucking perfect – the slight sting more than welcome in your virgin cunt that was now being fucked by your brother.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll feel better soon. Just relax.”

Openly, your slight squeaks of pleasure had increased in volume. Akaashi fingered you until he was knuckle deep, his other palm flat on your abdomen. Had you been in a better state of mind that wasn’t previously clouded with pleasure, you would’ve been embarrassed at the loud sloppy sounds of your pussy, but you remained there with trembling thighs, your nails digging at his thigh as you stared at him wide-eyed.

“Feels good?”

“M-more,” you begged through gritted teeth, “Nii-san, more.”

“Not yet, baby, you’re still too tight,” Sooner than you’d like, Akaashi pulled his fingers out of you. Both of you gazed at the webs of arousal between his fingers; your face painted in shock while he smirked at it, chest swelling with pride. Then, his eyes slid over yours, hooking his hands under your knees before he settled between your thighs.

“Come here. I’m going to go down on you.”

“Nii-san, no!” your protests fell on deaf ears, almost as if he knew you didn’t really mean it. His ears knocked with your knees locked around him, and you shivered as you felt his hot breath right before your burning cunt. “It’s embarrassing...don’t want you looking at my kitty like that.”

“Your kitty is very pretty and Nii-san wants a taste of you,” he mumbles while pressing kisses all over your pelvic bone, his sticky fingers massaging your inner thighs into relaxation. Your head pressed back harder on the pillows at the sensation, the pleasure too immense and he was just starting. “Didn’t you say you want me to teach you everything? This is just a few lessons you have to learn so don’t be shy. I’m sure you taste heavenly,” Clenching your jaw from the overwhelming bursts of ecstasy, you failed to notice how he dipped his head further, tongue darting out to lick a flat stripe. Your eyes blew wide open as he torturously and slowly dipped his tongue from your hole, the wet and warm muscle licking all the way up from your slit until the clit. “See? I told you. Heavenly.”

“’Kaashi, ‘Kaashi, oh, oh!”

“You sound so pretty but don’t be too loud,” Somehow, he managed to raise his arms and placed a palm over your mouth. “We don’t want Mom and Dad to overhear.”

Your legs trembled around him until you nearly suffocated him, but how could you stop when he was rolling his tongue side to side, licking and cleaning up the previous wetness he’d pulled from you?

It was too much, too good, and soon you were moaning behind his palm as you came all over his face.

Akaashi greedily slurped up the juices that squirted all over his face, unbothered by the mess you’ve made. He didn’t stop until he was sure you were completely clean, and you were already on the brink of overstimulation when he locked his lips around yours, sucking whatever he could take. Unable to take it any longer, you pushed his head away and fell on your side in a desperate attempt to catch your breath, sending him a seductive glare, only to soften as you his lips, cheeks, and nose shining under the moonlight.

“Nii-san, your face—”

“It’s okay, I’ll clean up for later,” he shrugged it off and stepped out of his sweatpants, ripping a condom you didn’t even notice he had. You watched with baited breath as his cock sprung free, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum. Akaashi rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and situated himself before you, pumping his length a few times before aligning it with your hole, sending you one last look of approval.

“You ready for my cock now? This might hurt a little bit. You just need to relax and I’ll go slow, okay? Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

Nodding, you made yourself comfortable and braced the sheets for preparation, wincing a little as he pushed the tip in. Akaashi felt you clamp down on him, his hips stilling just as he loomed over you, his arms resting beside your head. In this position, you could see each detail of him – the thickness of his lashes, the love blooming in his eyes, the sweat beading in his forehead and everything soft and slow written all over his face.

“Still okay? I can stop if you want.”

You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. He raised a brow at your initiation, but you merely smiled at him to hide the mild discomfort. “I can take it, just keep going.”

A few minutes later and a hundred still good? later, Akaashi had slid himself in. He allowed you to get used inch by delicious inch until he was completely seated inside you, hip pressed to hip and his hand caressing your cheek. “You’ve done so well,” he praised, “How does having a cock stuffed in you feel?”

“S-so full,” you replied numbly, the feeling of him throbbing inside your heat so fucking delicious. “Love nii-san’s cock.”

“Yeah? I’ll give you more then,” he warned, and you knew you couldn’t go back anymore when he placed his palm flat beside your head. Akaashi began to move his hips, slowly at first to let you accommodate to his length which your pussy hugged greedily. You were moaning left and right and his groans above you was erotic enough to make you cum on the spot, the pleasure doubling as your pebbled nipples grazed his toned chest.

“Nii-san! So big!”

“I know, baby, you’ll get used to it, don’t worry. It’ll feel better soon,” he rasped, scowling when you raked your nails down his back, though not hard enough to draw blood. It would definitely leave a mark though, and the pain of it urged him to move his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through his room that began to warm by each passing second. “Feel better?”

“Feels so good,” you cried around him, reaching up to bury your head in his neck and clinging to him like a koala. It did feel so good, so much so that you just might get addicted to this. “Love Nii-san’s cock.”

At your words, Akaashi’s patience that thinned a while ago completely broke.

His pace increased and he gripped your hips tightly, sitting back on his knees just to watch his cock slide in and out of you. The lube made sex feel a hundred times better from how easily he’s easily punching through your walls, the sight of you splayed out for him – hair strewn across the pillow, little whimpers leaving your lips, breasts bouncing right before his eyes and abused pussy lips hugging his shaft – it made him growl with possessiveness.

“This is how you should be fucked – you gotta be fucked right,” he announced, thumb coming down to rub your clit. As expected, you cried out and tightened around him.

He faltered for a moment at how tight you were, but he kept pushing, driving his cock in and out of you until he turned into you a sobbing, slobbery mess.

“You sure that boy of yours can make you feel this good?”

“N-no, Nii-san’s cock only!”

“That’s right, it’s just gotta be me, okay?” driving both his hands around your neck just to clench your airway as a warning, Akaashi fucked you harder than before. The sudden inability to not breathe made you impossibly tighter around him that you felt each ridge and vein kissing your bumpy walls. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m Nii-san’s property!”

“I’m gonna mark you as mine, claim this pussy as Nii-san’s only, yeah? You want that?”

“Cum in me, ‘Kaashi, cum inside!” you prompted, and what good of a brother would he be if he didn’t grant his little sister’s wishes? Growling, Akaashi snapped his hips hard until the tip of his cock successfully kept repeating that sweet spot in you that you didn’t even know you had. You were crying, moaning, too fucked to respond as you came, and your lewd expression was all it took before he was releasing his cum inside the condom. “Kaashi, Kaashi, ah!”

Akaashi quickly pulled out his cock and took a minute to regain his breath, his head cradled on his hands at the earth-shattering orgasm you both had. Not a moment later, he’s tying his condom and throwing it to his bin, finding his way right beside you as you blinked sleepily at him.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you were great. Just tired.”

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?”

You smiled at his concern, pulling him in closer for an embrace. He was warm and sweaty that it felt uncomfortable, but you wanted him beside you, and Akaashi began to caress your hipbones with so much tenderness. He knew he was a little rough for losing control like that.

“I’d love that, thank you,” you mumbled, more than ready to call it a night and sleep when his weight shifted off the bed. Akaashi rummaged through something in his drawers before he disappeared in the bathroom for a bit, coming back to spread your legs open once more. “Wh-what’re you doing?”

“It’s called aftercare. If your partner can’t provide this and pamper you, I suggest you break up with them,” he snickered, and you hissed at the sensitivity as he wiped away your cum with the towel. You soon relaxed, however, all thanks to Akaashi’s doting nature that you were falling asleep on his bed, allowing him to clean you up as he pleases. He set the towel aside and snuggled right next to you, his nose bumping your jaw to pull you away from dreamland for a little while. His previous sexual aura had now dimmed; his brotherly concern present again. “You still want to fuck your classmate?”

“Hmm...he’s really handsome, and I heard from the other girls he’s got a huge cock too,” you giggled, not really aware of your words as you said, “Probably even bigger than yours.”

Thinking that he might be offended, you almost apologized after a moment, but Akaashi only laughed as he hugged you tighter. “Size doesn’t matter. It’s who owns the cock and their talent in pleasuring their partner that matters,” he confidently stated, fingers running up and down your spine that brought chills down to your toes as he nibbled on your ear. “And I know I fucked you so good he can’t compare.”

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