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spro-o · 2 days
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CW: kinda suggestive ig?? intentions are wholesome, trust /gen
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anyways, Melban/Elilaine qpr brainrot my beloved :3c
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erizia · 3 months
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Meliodas: I wonder what's wrong with me.
Ban: You're five feet tall and the oldest out of us.
Gowther: You're morally bankrupt.
Merlin: You're seriously traumatised.
King: You're a sexual deviant.
Escanor: You tried to kill me.
Diane: You suck at chess.
Meliodas:
Meliodas: I meant what's causing my headache!
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quack-quack-snacks · 3 months
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Ok, for Ban x Reader request…
Smut, just pure smut.
As for what happens, Fem!Reader decides to try on the Boar Hat’s uniform and Ban cannot stop thinking about fucking her with that uniform on.
As for specific kinks: Ban having a giving and receiving praise kink, also a mild biting kink.
And possibly Ban referring to the reader as ‘doll’ as a term of endearment.
I like your funny words magic man 🪄
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Pairing(s): Ban x Fem!Reader Summary: Ban loves a woman in uniform. Warnings: Smut, porn with a little plot, praise kink, biting kink, cursing, uniform kink (?). Word Count: 3,394
“It's been so long since we’ve done something like this! We should have a girl’s day more often!” Diane exclaimed to you and Elizabeth as you all walked back to the tavern from the town. It was a quiet day when Elizabeth, Diane, and you decided to get away from the Boar Hat for a while and take a much-needed break. With all the fighting and chaos that’s been happening, it felt like you never got a chance to breathe anymore. 
“I agree! It's nice to get out every once in a while!” Elizabeth agreed and you smiled at the two girls. 
“If only we could do it more often, it seems like we never get a break anymore,” you complained, playfully throwing your head back while they laughed at your antics. 
Diane reached over to lace her arm through yours and pull you along, doing the same to Elizabeth on her other side. “Well, maybe we’ll just have to make it a tradition then!” She stated cheerfully. “I need whatever time I can get with you two while you’re not being hogged by the boys.”
Elizabeth blushed but you just looked at her, confused. “What do you mean by that?” You asked and she gave you a look like you were stupid. 
“You know exactly what I mean by that. Elizabeth,” she bumped her hip against the girl playfully which caused the girl to blush even more. “Keeps getting hogged by Meliodas whenever he’s around, always wanting her as close as possible because he likes her~” she drew out the end of her sentence playfully as Elizabeth brought both her hands up to cover her face. “And you are always being watched over by Ban. I swear, I never see you without him being somewhere nearby. Tell me,” she leaned close conspiratorially, dragging Elizabeth with her as they were still attached by their linked arms. “Are you two dating? What’s going on between the two of you?” 
Elizabeth brought her hands down, silently also curious about your answer and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and looked away. 
“There’s nothing going on, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you refuted before seeing the Boar Hat appear over the hill you were climbing. “Oh look! We’re almost here, guess that means the questions are over! Darn, and I was really looking forward to answering them! Oh well!” You sarcastically told them and they laughed at the way you brushed them off. 
“Fine, keep your secrets,” Diane teased while poking your side lightly. 
The three of you laughed as you finally approached the entrance to the tavern and opened the door, the conversation changed from that of boys to one about the activities you all did earlier in the day. As soon as you all walked in, your eyes immediately locked on Ban. He was standing behind the counter, pouring leftover scraps into the food bowl of Hawks. The pig, still in his tiny form after the fight with the previous Holy Knight Grandmaster, Hendrickson, was sitting in the middle of the bowl, eating his heart away and his eyes shining like he was in heaven. Meliodas sat at the other side of the bar with his usual cup of Vanya Ale in his hands. 
The chime of the bell on the door caused the three’s attention to snap to the doorway you all were walking through. Ban’s eyes immediately found yours and he gave you a smirk. You blushed and looked away, Diane’s words ringing through your head as you mentally analyzed every single one of your interactions with the man. 
While you’d had a crush on the man for as long as you’d known him, you weren’t sure if he ever felt the same. He seemed softer with you than he did everyone else but you always thought it was just because you weren’t one of the sins. 
Then again, Elizabeth wasn’t a sin either and he never treated her the same way he treated you. 
“Hey guys! Welcome back!” Meliodas exclaimed with a smile as he stood up and walked towards the three of you. “How was your girls’ day?” 
“It was wonderful! There was this band that was playing in the street with dancers and everything! We also sto-“ Elizabeth’s words started to fade into the background while she explained what you did as you began to feel eyes glaring into the side of your head. Looking up, you saw the eyes belonging to the one and only Fox Sin. You shot him a smile when you made eye contact and he shot you a smirk back. Looking away when you felt the tap of an elbow against your side, you turned back to see Elizabeth heading up the stairs and Diane looking at you questioningly. 
“Are you going to come change with us?” She asked and you immediately nodded. With a smile and no other words spoken, she took your hand and started leading you up the stairs when you suddenly heard a familiar feminine scream. Chasing up the stairs to get to Elizabeth, you were shocked to find the room you shared with Diane in tatters. Ignoring that for the time being, Diane beat you to the chase as she asked if Elizabeth was okay. The girl nodded with wide eyes as she stared into the room. 
It was then you noticed the familiar large black and green hound tearing apart the clothes in your closet. 
“Oslo! Oslo!” You heard King call from upstairs before he came running down and saw you all. “H-hey Diane! Hey guys! Have you guys seen Oslo?”
Without a word, you all moved to the side so he could see his companion ripping apart your clothes. 
“Oslo, no! Bad hound!” He flew forward, grabbing onto the piece of clothing in the hound's mouth as he tried to stop him from damaging it anymore. 
Shaking your head, you sighed at the scene. A few clothes of Diane’s were ruined but the majority of the damage was done to the clothes in your closet. 
When King was finally able to drag Oslo out of your room, he rushed forward and started shouting his apologies. “I’m sorry! I don’t know how he got in there or why he would do that! Let me make it up to you!”
You laughed at his frantic words and just waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, King. Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Not that big of a deal my ass,” You heard Ban say from behind you before his arm wrapped around your shoulders and his shoulders hunched down. “You need to make him pay up, Doll.”
The nickname made you pause but you shook your head, denying his suggestion and shaking off the heating of your cheeks at the same time. “No, really!”
“No, truly! I insist! I will make you brand-new clothes that will be even better than the ones you had previously!” King told you loudly with an adorable amount of determination. Smiling kindly, you rested a hand on his head since he was bowing down in an apology. 
“Okay, if that’s what you really want to do, then I won’t stop you. It’ll save me a shopping trip I guess,” you gave in to his wishes and he smiled at you awkwardly but his fists clenched in absolute resolve. Muttering another apology to you, he turned and started heading for his room on the top floor, dragging Oslo along with him by the hound’s ear. You sighed as you stepped into your room and examined the damage to your clothes. Everything was ruined. You were pretty sure there wasn’t a single piece of clothing in there that was wearable anymore. 
Diane walked up to stand next to you and winced at the sight. “Well that’s not good,” she mumbled before her eyes lit up with an idea. “I’ve got it!” She grabbed your arm and started pulling you down the stairs and into the pantry in the tavern’s kitchen. Letting go of you, she walked over to a large cupboard. When she opened it, you could see a multitude of the women's tavern uniforms in all different sizes hanging inside. “You can just borrow one of these for the time being until we get you your new clothes!” She exclaimed excitedly. “Now Elizabeth, you, and I can all match!”
A smile lit your face up from her over-exaggerated happiness at the idea and you reached inside the cupboard to grab your size of the outfit. “Sure, Diane. It’ll be exciting!”
Standing in front of the mirror, you looked at yourself in the outfit. While it was definitely not the type of outfit you would normally wear - with it being so revealing and the likelihood of your panties showing if you leaned forward even the slightest bit - you really liked how it looked. You could see why Elizabeth hardly wore the other clothes she had even on her days off of work. Diane was less consistent with her outfit choices. She often switched between her regular fighting leotard, the tavern uniform, and some other clothes she had in her closet. 
The uniform fit you like a glove. The single stocking - which you always found rather inconvenient and unnecessary but Meliodas always insisted on it - stuck to your thigh and surprisingly didn’t slip down once. The blouse circled your torso beautifully. The ruffles on the bottom and sleeves of the shirt were a nice touch along with the fabric that wrapped around your neck and hung in the front. While the skirt was a little too short for your liking, it still made you look good. You couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror as you wore it. You’d been getting ready to head down to do your normal ‘job’ of sitting at the counter and watching Ban work but you knew you were running late. 
You just couldn’t drag your eyes away from your reflection in the mirror. 
A knock interrupted your admiration and you walked over to the door to open it. It was both a surprise and not to see Ban standing outside your door, leaning against the door frame and towering over you. A low whistle escaped his mouth as he dragged his eyes across your body, admiring you just as you did a few minutes ago. 
“Damn. Looking good, Doll,” he complimented and heat rose to your cheeks. 
“Thank you,” you whispered, avoiding his eyes. “Why are you here?”
“Well I was coming to see where my favorite girl was but it looks like she was looking extra pretty up here instead of downstairs with me.”
He popped off the door frame and took a step towards you. Nervous, you took a step back and swallowed. His eyes followed to movement of your throat as he entered your room, closing the door behind him and securing the lock in place - all the while, never breaking his eyes on you. 
“Who knew my pretty doll was even prettier when she was all dressed up,” he said as he took more steps toward you. With your many steps back, it only took him a few to catch up to you. Your breath hitched when your back hit the wall and he leaned down, his arms trapping you in and leaving no escape.
Not that you want to escape.
“B-Ban?” You whispered as he looked at your lips. He put his face in the crook of your neck and moaned.
He fucking moaned.
“God, I love it when you say my name like that.” 
Gaining a sudden surge of confidence, you spoke again. “I can say it as many times as you want,” you told him after gaining a sudden surge of confidence. Leaning in so your lips grazed the shell of his ear, you whispered seductively, “Ban.”
The confident and more dominant nature you started to hold slipped through your fingers as he let his sharp teeth graze along the soft spot on your neck while his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him. You whimpered as you melted into his embrace and you could feel his smirk against your skin. 
“Pretty girl, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” He teased, but there was a more serious undertone in his voice as he asked and leaned back to look you in the eyes. 
You brought your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him down. His forehead rested against yours as you looked at his lips to avoid his intense scarlet gaze. “Maybe not exactly,” you confessed and leaned forward so your lips brushed against his. “But I want it anyway.”
“Fuck,” he whispered before closing the gap between the two of you and kissing you. Your fingers laced through his hair and you pulled him closer. You gasped when you felt his finger circle your thighs and lift you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he straightened up to his full height and kissed you more comfortably. 
He took advantage of your momentary surprise and entered his tongue into your mouth. You moaned around it as the two of you went to war with your mouths, struggling for dominance. He leaned off the wall, bringing you with him as he quickly walked over to your bed and threw you down. You gave a slight yelp at the sudden drop and looked up at him. Your lips were swollen and your breathing was ragged from the intense kiss. Sitting up, you put a finger through the belt loop of his pants and pulled him closer, feeling confident enough to look him straight in the eyes. 
You saw the way his eyes darkened as he kneeled on the bed, crawling until his face lined up with yours. 
“God, I just want to fuck you in this outfit. I do love a woman in uniform,” he exclaimed and you could feel the heat in your core rising. He leaned his face into your neck again, although this time he didn’t only skim his teeth along the column of your neck, he bit down. You let out a moan that quieted to a whimper when he did. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood but it was hard enough for you to feel the sharp points of his canines. 
Oh, how you wished he would bite down just a little harder. 
“You want me to go harder?” He asked you from where his head was still buried in your neck. He started kissing and sucking at your skin, unbuttoning your top and pulling part of it off to reveal your shoulder. 
Taking a breath to calm your racing heart, you whimpered out a small, “Mhm.”
He smirked. “Good girl.”
He marked you all along your neck and shoulders, even going along the valley between your breasts and marking the flesh there. You had barely even noticed he continued to go further down your body until you felt his hot breath against your panties. Panicking at his possible reaction, you tried to squeeze your thighs shut but his hands held you open for his viewing pleasure. Sliding your panties down your legs tortuously slow, he tucked them into his pocket. 
“Wha-?” You protested but he shushed you, his hands squeezing the fat of your thighs and getting dangerously close to your heat. 
“I’ll have King make you some new ones or something,” he reassured you. 
You were about to protest more but the feeling of his lips caressing your inner thigh made all the thoughts in your head drift away. 
“Please,” you whispered to him after his continuous teasing. He constantly got closer to your core only to skip over it and switch to teasing and marking the other thigh. 
“You got it, pretty girl,” he relented and you let out a sigh of a moan when his lips finally met your clit. Bringing a hand down to his head, you weaved your fingers through his hair, bringing his face closer as you began to grind against his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good, Doll. Could stay between these thighs forever,” he praised and you clenched around nothing. You let out a loud gasp when you felt his tongue enter you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he pumped his tongue in and out of your cunt. 
“Fu-uck,” you moaned brokenly. “Fuck, Ban. You feel so fucking good, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged and praised him. His finger squeezed your thighs harder and he moaned into you. 
It wasn’t long before you felt the knot tightening in your core and you warned him of what was to come. 
“Cum for me, Doll,” he encouraged, wrapping your legs around his head as he dug his tongue into you deeper, the long muscle hitting all the right spots inside of you to have you seeing stars. You did as told and came into his mouth. He stayed where he was for several minutes, lapping up your release as you came down from your high. “Shit, that was so hot.”
You blushed at his words and he chuckled, kissing your thighs before crawling back up to be hovering above your face. You grabbed the back of his neck and brought his lips onto your own in a slow, sensual kiss. It was so slow and distracting that you didn’t notice Ban pulling his pants down to his knees until suddenly he grabbed you by the waist and flipped your positions. He now leaned against the headboard of the bed while you hovered above his very above-average cock. He used a hand to hold it and drag the tip through your folds. He grinned and bit your lip when you moaned into his mouth. 
“You want me to fuck you, Doll?” He asked teasingly, barely slipping the tip of his dick through your folds before pulling out and focusing on circling your clit. 
“So badly,” you whimpered into his mouth and he groaned, the smirk on his face growing while precum started gathering on the tip of his dick, mixing with your release as he swirled them around. 
Without another word, he thrusted his hips up and buried his cock to the hilt in your heat. You moaned simultaneously at the feeling.
“So full~” you moaned out, leaning forward to capture his lips in another kiss.
“So tight,” he moaned out in return, allowing you to control the kiss while he controlled your hips to raise and fall along his dick. You could feel every vein, every twitch, every ridge of his cock inside you. It was almost too much but you couldn’t get enough of it. 
“Fuck, you’re so good for me, all for me. You’re mine, yeah?” He practically begged, whining in your ear now that he was finally inside of you. After months of pining, months of fucking his fist at the thought of you. Finally, finally, he had you in his grasp. “Say you’re mine, Doll.”
“I’m yours. Always been yours, Ban,” you confessed and stared deeply into his eyes. The two of you held eye contact as you both inched closer to your releases. The orgasms built inside you, the knot tightening and tightening. Ban moved his thumb so it pressed right against your clit and that was the final push you needed. You moaned, muffling it by kissing him as he continued to move your body for him. You whimpered at the sensitivity, but god, it felt so good. 
“You were fucking made for me. Just me. No one else’s. Just mine,” he growled out in your mouth and you could barely process his words, going dizzy with pleasure. With a few more pumps inside you, he came and slowly came to a stop. 
Falling forward onto his chest, he brought his arms up to encircle your waist and smooth his hands up and down your back. 
“Maybe we can make King pay up late, yeah?” He asked playfully, but you could hear the genuine question underneath. 
“Yeah, I think that sounds like a good idea,” he playfully told him in return and he smiled at you, kissing your forehead. 
The tavern may have been chefless but in that moment, neither of you really cared. 
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smokerswifey · 1 month
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I'm absolutely obsessed with Banelaine and Melizabeth and think that both pairings are matches made in heaven but there's smth about Ban and Meliodas which makes me wonder what if....
And also if they've ever drunkenly made out lmao .
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theprinceofliones · 1 month
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Lancelot every time another random female tells him they're either destined to be together or that they've created a fake alternate reality where he's basically a fictional sex slave (he's gay):
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*on a hike*
Meliodas: It’s beautiful out here.
Merlin: And quiet.
King:...Too quiet.
Diane: Did we lose someone?
*cut to Ban with a bear in a headlock*
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epic-poutine · 27 days
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Here’s something about me. Ban’s younger sister Killia is one of my favourite side characters in Seven deadly sins.
We only see her briefly but I remember seeing her appear in the manga and thinking how cute she was ☺️
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Here’s the Manga Panel too ☺️
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*waking up in the middle of the night to create the rewrite* Da hoes gonna loooooove this~.
As vaguely promised, here is Ban! The Sin of Greed himself, finally with a bit less red on him. But, of course, still with his slutty little crop tops, as he deserves. Might not be able to mansplain, manipulate, manwhore his way out this one, though.
Long hair on Ban does things to me so i’m subjecting all of you to the mullet. But it’s okay, because he looks good in almost anything. This outfit is largely inspired from a few of his Grand Cross outfits that I took a liking to, especially the jacket with the fur collar. I think it gives him more of that fox look, while also emphasizing the Greed aspect and how he likes nicer things; fur coats or even coats with fur linings or collars are typically viewed as being more luxurious, and I think it looks good in him. Same goes with the fur-lined boots.
As stated above, the steel-toed boots and armoured claws are good for both combat and scaling buildings. I like to think Ban is good at scaling buildings since he climbed the Sacred Tree so easily, and he’s a thief so why not let him be a thief. Let him get up to sketchy stuff, it’s what he deserves. Additionally, I thought it might be cool to make Ban a Beastman, or at least half of one. He always had a few characteristics about him that were just a bit too animalistic to not be explained. He hides it pretty well, and it’s likely that most of the Sins don’t actually know about it, bar Meliodas who’s known him the longest. And, despite what you might expect, I think it might be neat to make Ban a Werewolf rather than a Werefox like Zhivago. You would expect a Fox, which are sly, cunning, untrustworthy, thieving—most of which Ban is, but I think making him Wolf reveals the parts of him that aren’t as often considered, like his bravery and loyalty—if not towards Liones then towards Meliodas—and his fiercely protective nature.
In my mind, the “tattoos” on each sin have always seemed more like brands; they’re technically criminals, after all, and tattoos CAN technically be removed even if it would be harder in this setting (bar some sort of magic, probably). Brands are much harder to get rid of, if not impossible, and I think it would suit their perceived crimes. However, because of his regenerative healing, the branding iron never quite worked on Ban, so they said “fuck it” and whipped out the stick and poke.
And that’s all for Ban for now. I’m quite proud of this one. Let me know what ya think, if ya’ll are so inclined, and I will see you relatively soon!
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librathefangirl · 8 months
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Speaking of Meliodas living unchanged for 3,000 years, I am once again thinking about how much Ban's immortality and the Sins being exactly who they are must have matter to Meliodas.
Meliodas has spent 3,000 years with over 100 Elizabeths in Britannia. Who knows how many friends and people he cared about he has lost during all those years (for various reasons, to various things). And then there's the Seven Deadly Sins.
Ban - who lacks the usual fragility that the humans have acquired over the years and just won't die. Because he's immortal and he can literally explode as still not die. When's the last time Meliodas could just battle without having to think about accidentally killing his friends?
But there's also King and Diane, who have so much longer lifespans than humans. And Merlin, who Meliodas has known for 3,000 years. And Gowther, who is a doll and can get his head cut off and keep moving. And Escanor, who admittedly is human with a human lifespan and a curse that is killing him - but also, just try killing him during the day.
Just... Meliodas, after years living with humans and watching Elizabeth die again and again, being surrounded by people who he doesn't have to constantly worry about them being killed even if they're going against who-knows-what. Because they can handle themselves.
(Also imagine Mel's guilt at his own relief about Ban's immortality when he knows the pain it brings him oof)
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tonks-21 · 11 months
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Meliodas and Elizabeth's daughter hcs | Nanatsu no Taizai | Request
Request from: @the-letter-horror-lover
Warnings: mention of violence. TW: matches of violence.
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You have this sunshine personality that all around you couldn’t do anything more than love it.
But it’s not all good words and smiles, if they push you to your limits, they will know your bad side.
You are the only one in the family that could cook without breaking the kitchen.
And as you grow older, with the weight of the curse of your mum, you wanted to help your dad because you had the same curse as him and you knew how bad he feels when another dead and reborn comes. So you usually help him cooking at the Boar Hat.
And, doing that, you pass time with Ban.
He is a nice guy, but failed some time ago underestimating your power.
Now he has a 10 cm scar on his abdomen.
Eventhough you have this demon side, you are always kind and loving with humans and protect them of whatever enemy that comes.
You are friends with all the other Sins.
They like you. You are like smart and kind as your mother, but just as strong as your father and you have the willpower of, well, both of them.
 The nights that the Sins meet, you usually talk to Diane, she is so fun, you can’t help it.
I don’t know why, but I think Gowther talks about poetic stuff with you.
King lets you fly on his cushion and you normally fall asleep on it, so he just lets you there. He really can’t help but let you, you are too adorable sleeping.
Merlin doesn’t talk to you much, but you know you can always count on her. She demonstrates her affection more in a protective way.
But, yeah, when the others laugh along with things you did when child, she would laugh too.
But then, she’ll caress your shoulder a bit.
Hawk is like a little brother to you. Even if he is older, he is always making a mess, and you can’t help but make it with him.
And your father doesn't have the heart to tell you to clean it.
Your mother, by the way… Well, let’s just say sometimes you had to take the cloth for other things than tinny wastes.
But the truth is that they love you a lot. And each of them will protect you with their lives without a second thought.
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jinn-spice-cabinet · 5 months
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Spicy Ban Thoughts Pt. 2
Sub!Ban Thoughts:
He'd love for you to sit on his face, love feeling you gripping his hair to keep his mouth where it should be. You're afab/girl? He'd love to have his tongue writhing inside you, your juices coating his tongue and lips. Amab/guy? He's just gonna ignore the concept of a gag reflex in favor of downing your cock and chugging your pre and cum like it's the world's best booze, not letting a single drop of it go to waste.
And he loves it when you look down at him while he takes you, his hands on your hips so you can stay above his mouth and he can keep making you feel so good. It could be so good, he might even cum without you touching his dick.
Dom!Ban Thoughts:
Ban would be a softer dom, and like mentioned in a previous post, he wouldn't hurt you as 'punishment' during a scene. Rather, they'd be focused more on restricting your pleasure. That could be cockwarming him or him restraining you in some way to keep you from moving. He'd probably tease you a bit when you're restrained, moving his hands just close enough to your sensitive spots but just teetering on the edge.
"Well punishments ain't supposed to be fun~!"
If you played nice, maybe even said a few 'Please, Ban! I've learned!' or something along those lines and put some action to those words, the 'punishment' would be over. What those actions would be would be up to Ban, as he's the one in control.
"Really, you've learned? Words ain't gonna cut it, doll."
Once you'd have 'earned' it, he would get rid of whatever restraints were binding you or would let you move on him.
Said it once and I'll say it again: PRAISE. KINK. This man would love praising you in whatever position he has you in. It would give you further motivation to keep pleasing him.
"Just like that, (Y/N). Good, good~! Look at you, takin' me so well."
If he's the one on top, he likes feeling your fingernails dig into his skin. You make him bleed a bit by accident? No worries! He's dealt with loads worse.
As far as cum goes, he prefers cumming in your ass or mouth. For the afab folks, he's not risking getting you pregnant. And for amab folks, those are kinda the only places he can cum inside you.
But why inside?
Well, Ban's a greedy guy. And he wants you to be his. So how else than to mark you in the most intimate way possible?
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spro-o · 1 day
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a little drawing based on @sevendeadlyheadcanons ‘s D&D HCs :3 (https://www.tumblr.com/sevendeadlyheadcanons/747665364649934848/the-seven-deadly-dungeons-and-dragons) i am almost certainly going to draw their characters at some point so,,,, keep an eye out ^^
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erizia · 2 months
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Gowther: What do you mean you had 56 boyfriends? You told me you were a virgin till you got married to Elaine.
Ban: Hey, you can have a boyfriend without having to go all the way.
Gowther: You cannot! If that were true, Ban, that would mean you were a slut.
Meliodas: Oh, come on, Gowther, how can you say that? So the man had 56 boyfriends in one year. He's not a slut.
Ban: Thank you, Captain.
Meliodas: He is the slut. He's the Grand Pooh-Bah of Slutdom. He's the easiest man in this room. The slut is dead. Long live the slut.
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caram3lla · 20 days
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may I kindly request some Melban art?? <:3c
Yesss absolutely!!! I hope it’s ok that I did fem MelBan💖
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peechsyrup · 1 month
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Ban redesign! Discord saw it first but still!
Visually I didn’t change much about him, I just kept the longer mullet look. But aside from that the only thing different is that he actually realizes he’s actually so very in love with meliodas.
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theprinceofliones · 1 month
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He knows something's wrong when his son doesn't come home.
Meliodas can feel it in his bones, tingling underneath his skin as his demon blood hums with his unfiltered anxiety. He itches to move, to fight, to distract himself even though it feels like the walls are closing in.
Tristan had left for Benwick a week prior, to visit Lancelot and attempt to find a way to lift him up despite Percival's death, to attempt to bring him back into the fold.
He left with his Platoon, Isolde and Chion, and Meliodas trusted them of course. But, his son was powerful just by himself, so he was at least a little reassured in that aspect. Meliodas never thought Arthur would attack again, not now, not when he'd succeeded in ridding of the prophecy.
Isolde is limping, holding up a barely awake Chion, and all of his fears suddenly come true.
They were attacked by Arthur's knights.
Tristan tried to buy them time to get out of there.
Tristan didn't come home.
His son had been /taken from him/.
Meliodas is ruined.
_
He enters the meeting hall, opening the doors himself and feels as though he's working on autopilot, like someone has taken over his body and is doing everything for him because--how could he do anything else? How could he? When his worst nightmare has become reality.
Elizabeth, his wife, his beautiful, gorgeous other half, his strong, /true/ soulmate stands at the end of the table whilst other Lords of the realm discuss amongst themselves. They had been for days, inside of these four walls, panicked now that Percival's death was made public. Elizabeth had been attempting to placate them, to reassure them that not all was lost.
But, it was. Everything was lost. His son was gone.
Meliodas doesn't feel the tears on his cheeks, nor does he feel the stare and silence of every knight and lord now that he's entered. He simply limps his way over to his wife who's staring at him with wide, golden eyes, absolutely frozen as she watches her husband and his hunched over form, like he'll fall apart.
Something's wrong. Something's happened.
She goes cold, an unmistakable numbness taking over her, true, /pure/ fear taking ahold of everything she is.
She's never felt such terror before. Not ever.
Something's /wrong/.
Meliodas finally makes his way over to her, exhaling shakily before he reaches up to gently grab her hand and, for a moment, it looked as though he were moving to softly graze her stomach, her womb, before he twitches to grasp her palm and turn the two of them around towards the fireplace behind them, away from the eyes of the lords and knights staring at them as though they're ghosts.
Elizabeth feels her husband shake, /shake/, and she thinks she knows.
"Arthur-" Meliodas' voice is hoarse, as though he had been screaming. "He took our boy, Elizabeth. Our baby."
Her worst nightmare, now a reality.
Elizabeth is ruined.
She rips her hand from his, going completely cold, cold as corpse, and takes a step away from him, skin going paler than that of a ghost.
She moves to take another step, and nearly falls over, her foot shaking.
Elizabeth /trembles/, fear overriding her, terror and horror making a home inside of her insides, replacing her blood for dread, and her bones for panic. Her heart beats loudly in her ears, resounding throughout her skull as she moves away from him, trying and nearly failing to hold herself upright.
Her hands reach up to grasp at her stomach, where she once created life from, where she once held her son away from the whole world, where her son couldn't be taken from her.
She bows her head and shakes uncontrollably, all noise turning muffled as grief immediately takes over her, fills her senses and she /sobs/.
/No, no, no/, her mind begs. /Please, let this be a nightmare. Please/.
Her son, her boy, her baby. Gone. Gone. Gone.
/"What's happened?"/
/"Is the Queen alright?"/
/"Your Grace, are you-?"/
Her son, her boy, her baby. Taken. Taken. Taken.
What else would this world take? What else would the Gods deem her unworthy of? How much more would she suffer?
Arthur had been her friend, her ally, but he had lost his way.
She had been prepared to save him, to help guide him back on the right path because-it wasn't his fault. It wasn't him anymore, it was Chaos inside of him, controlling him, making him do things he wouldn't ever normally do.
She was prepared to forgive him.
But there was no forgiveness any longer.
Elizabeth had none left to give.
Suddenly, she lifts her head back up and stands upright, very suddenly calm as she exhales once, twice, three times, through her parted lips.
It was as if all sorrow and grief had been burnt away, burnt away by the boiling, ever so careful /rage/ consuming her, taking over all she was and all she'd ever be.
She can feel the tears drying on her cheeks as she turns around, facing her husband and the rest of the room.
Meliodas stares at her as though he's never seen her before.
The lords and knights all rear back at the sight of her.
"His head," She heaves as her skin boils alive. Her stomach is an empty vessel now, barren and cold. "Bring me Arthur Pendragon's /head/."
She wasn't a defenseless little princess, she hadn't been for a long time, but for the first time since facing off against the Demon King, does she truly feel as though her rage could transform her into something vicious.
Meliodas' eyes are shining still, filled with tears, but they're empty, nearly lifeless, and they are the same in their shared grief. But, hers burns brighter than the light of a thousand suns, and his is an empty cavern filled with nothingness.
The grief and rage of losing a child could burn down the world. Either the Kingdom of Britannia or Kingdom of Camelot could be allowed to prosper, but not both.
Arthur Pendragon would reap what he's now so viciously sown, would pay for everything he had taken from her.
After all, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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