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mitsuyeaah · 10 months

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STRAWBERRIES & CREAM

SANZU HARUCHIYO x f! reader

“if i’m dreaming don’t wake, don’t wake me up from you in that sundress, here in that sunset.”

cw: modern au, sundress season with sanzu, fluff, nsfw (mdni), smut, pwp, oral (f receiving), food play, unprotected sex, creampie, clit slapping (brief), multiple orgasms (f), pet names (baby), swearing, sanzu being down bad for reader for wearing a sundress.

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a/n: my entry for The #SummertimeMadnessCollab event by @saccharine-darlin !! thank you for this awesome event! happy happy birthday to my one and only, haru <3

The hot summer wind danced around your figure, the smooth fabric of your pink sundress flowing with the breeze. You were surrounded with hues of green and red, the blazing sun in all its glory amongst the vast azure sky—not a single spec of cloud in sight; the buzzing of insects and trees waving at one another filled your ears as you wandered down the never-ending strawberry fields. Rows and rows of green and red stretched across acres of land which brought joy to your heart, like a child discovering a sweet treat for the first time.

“Maybe I should’ve stayed at home.” Your boyfriend hissed, swiping a slender hand across his neck, attempting to wipe away the thin layer of sweat that has formed there. Rosy strands of his shoulder-length mullet uncomfortably stuck to the sides of his neck, his fringe slightly sticking together just above his aquamarine eyes and thick lashes, a slight scowl forming upon his pretty face. You whipped your head over to where he stood, turning your torso as you looked over your shoulder, “Oh, lighten up, would you?” You chuckled from underneath the brim of your straw hat.

Before Haruchiyo could say anything, another tropical breeze danced around the two of you, this time, lifting the hem of your dress a little too high for his liking. He leaned over and jutted an arm out, catching the fabric in his hand and smoothed it down your legs before any prying eyes could wander above your knees— parts of you that only he could see and touch.

You gave him a sheepish smile as you held the fabric against your thighs, he could only shake his head and give a small chuckle, turquoise eyes becoming a shade lighter underneath the sun as he looked up at you. His cheeks were almost the same colour as his hair, a droplet sweat rolling down the side of his face. Feeling sorry for your boyfriend, you grabbed the white strawberry-filled bucket that hung from his forearm and placed your straw hat on the crown of his head.

“We’ll fill this up a little more, then we can go.” You wiped the sweat that rolled down the side of his face with your thumb and ventured further down the field, following the narrow path underneath your shoes.

His heart skipped a beat at your little gesture, the familiar warmth spreading across his sweaty chest as he surveyed the back of your figure. God, you always managed to make him fluster at the smallest things, the two of you have been in a relationship for quite a while now and not once did you not make his heart flutter with something as innocent as that, not that he was complaining though.

You were cute.

He looked at the way your pink sundress swayed around your knees, the fabric peppered with little red strawberries to match today’s activity—strawberry picking. How did you manage to look so heavenly under this scorching heat? Meanwhile, Haruchiyo looked like he just ran a marathon from the way his white polo shirt clung to every part of his torso, pants becoming uncomfortably tight around his legs the more time he spent under the sun.

Haruchiyo hated sweating but for you, he’d endure it.

He knew how fond of strawberries you were and so was he but he’d rather be in the comfort of his own home, eating them without having to break a sweat and practically bathing under the tropical weather. Plus, he loved your strawberries and cream cheesecake—luckily enough, his birthday was tomorrow and you had suggested to bake his favourite cheesecake flavour. Although, he didn’t expect the part where the two of you had to pick fresh strawberries for his cake.

You opted for strawberry picking instead of store-bought ones since it brought joy to you; the feeling of wandering around the endless fields of green and the faint scent of strawberries filling your nose. Even though Haruchiyo urged you to just buy from the store, the experience was still different and plus, it was time to get some much needed vitamin D, per your words—to which he responded by saying you could get vitamin D from another source, earning a slight smack from you.

Nonetheless, it was perfect. The cold dessert was just what he needed after being out in this scorching heat. He couldn’t wait to dig into the sweet treat and feel the coolness of the cake against his tongue, the bursting flavours and strawberries and cream melting in his mouth.

Feeling much better, the two of you sat on a wooden bench under a parasol with the strawberry-filled bucket resting on the table. After picking strawberries, Haruchiyo suggested grabbing strawberry ice cream that the farm had; he’s a sucker for these since they used fresh strawberries from their farm.

You softly chuckled at the man sitting across you eagerly licking at the sweet treat, the slight scowl that he held underneath the blazing sun no longer evident on his face, instead it showed pure content. The breeze was also cooler under the shade, rosy strands no longer uncomfortably sticking to his neck and his shirt didn’t cling to every part of his torso anymore. You met his aquamarine gaze as he looked up at you from under the thick layers of lashes, “Why are you laughing?” Genuine confusion was now plastered on his face, brows knitting together underneath his blush-coloured bangs.

“You’re cute.” Embarrassment filled his whole body, hands ever so slightly tightening around the waffle cone. Haruchiyo was never the one to know how to act when receiving compliments. Yes, he complimented you a lot, endless praises spilled from his lips very easily but when he’s on the receiving end, he doesn't know what to do. In your opinion, that’s what made you fall for him harder—the way his cheeks turn crimson red and his shy turquoise eyes avoid your gaze.

Before he could even process your compliment, you made a small noise out of surprise as you felt the melted pink liquid make contact with your index finger. Haruchiyo watched as you placed the ice cream on your other hand, lips encasing around the digit that was stained with the melted substance. His keen eyes followed the way your tongue darted out to lick a long stripe from the cone and up to the ice cream itself, following the trail of the melted ice cream.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his cerulean eyes following your tongue’s every movement. An action so innocent yet it flipped a switch inside him, rather quickly, even. Hell, who was he even lying to, he has been on edge ever since he saw you in that goddamned dress. The way the thin fabric effortlessly cascaded down to your knees, and the low neckline of it, deliciously exposing your collarbones. Haruchiyo wasn’t worried about other people looking at you because he knew you were his and he was yours. Goddamnit he was the only one hitting that, and no one else.

God, the way the dress hugged your body in all the right ways made him lose his mind. He has never wanted to rip the clothing off of you as quickly as you put it on but alas, you guys had plans for the day. In all honesty, he was ready to go home and take you right then and there, maybe even keep the dress on while he pounds into you; the neckline yanked down to expose your breasts. But, his deepest desire can wait. He’ll have to behave, for now.

“What’s on your mind, Haru?” His heart skipped a beat at the nickname; you always called him ‘Haru’ but his mind suddenly went elsewhere. How cute would you look as you call him by his nickname while his cock is sheathed inside you, and to top it off, your strawberry dress hiked above your hips as he gives it all to you. It may be his birthday today but you deserve all the pleasure he’s about to give you once the two of you get home.

Haruchiyo shook his head and mumbled a ‘nothing’; before he knew it, the two of you were back home, a bag of strawberries in hand. He gently placed the bag atop the kitchen island before pulling you in for a deep kiss. His lips tasted like strawberries, just like you expected. A hand cupped your cheek which allowed him to deepen the kiss, his lips were full of want as it moved desperately against your own. Haruchiyo didn’t shy away from shoving his tongue past your lips as you parted them to let out a muffled whimper.

You stood there, trapped between his body and the kitchen island, and all you could do was grip the collar of his shirt. “Mhm.. Haru, I still have to make the cheesecake.” You let out a sigh of content as Haruchiyo moved from your lips, trailing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw, and down the side of your neck. A light sheen of sweat coated your skin but he didn’t care, he could handle a little sweat. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, earning a small moan from you. “Baby, you can do that later.. I want you all to myself.” Haruchiyo furrowed his brows as you breathlessly laughed at his reply.

“It’ll be quick. Plus, what’s a birthday without a cake?” “Hmm, the cake I need is right here, though.” He wrapped his arms around you to grope at your ass, causing you to yelp. Your eyes widened, meeting his aquamarine ones which were full of mischief. “Haruchiyo.” You lifted a brow at him, the smugness in his face slowly disappearing before defeatedly raising both arms in the air and walking towards the living room.

“I love you!” You called out to him from the kitchen. “Whatever.” Haruchiyo playfully grumbled from the living room. You shook your head and chuckled but before you could do anything else, he piped up again. “I love you.” A smile crept up to your lips, unable to bite it back. He was adorable to say the least, and you couldn’t have asked for more when he gave you his heart.

Throughout the entire time you prepared the cheesecake, Haruchiyo stood by the island counter. Pools of aquamarine never leaving your figure as you paced back and forth around the space. You’ve made this dessert countless times for him but he never fails to watch every single time, and despite watching it all, he has never jotted down a single process in mind. If he was being honest, he was running impatient. His cock grew harder with every passing minute, straining his pants; Haruchiyo couldn’t help his mind wandering to various things he’d do to you once you were done.

It also didn’t help how you decided to keep that goddamned sundress on while making the cheesecake. You were teasing him. He knew how much that dress drove him crazy, how it made him absolutely lose his mind. Haruchiyo watched the way you wiped your finger on the side of the bowl to gather the cream you’ve made and bring it up to your lips, sucking on your index finger. Fuck, the way your lips moulded around your digit, and the way you let go of it with a ‘pop’ pushed him to the edge.

Haruchiyo pushed himself off the kitchen island to make his way to you. You were finishing the last few touches for the dessert, decorating the top with freshly cut strawberries just like how you and Haru liked. Almost dropping a strawberry at the presence behind you, you let out a small yelp as he caged you in between the counter and his body. Haruchiyo placed his hands on your hips, pulling them back a bit just enough for you to feel his clothed hard on.

“‘M getting impatient, baby. Can’t let the birthday boy wait for too long, right?” He dipped his head to kiss the junction of your neck, earning a small sigh from you. Resting your head against his shoulder, his lips wandered further as you gave him more access—leaving trails of maroon and dark purple. “W-wait, Haru. Let me just put this in the fridge–ah!” A yelp slipped past your lips as he ground his clothed cock harder against your ass.

Everything became a blur after the dessert was stowed away in the fridge. Haruchiyo had you bent at the hips, your torso against the kitchen counter as he hiked your sundress up to reveal your ass. “Hmm.. so perfect for me.” He gave it a little slap before massaging the spot, earning a moan from you before nudging your legs wide open. As he kneeled, he yanked your soaked panties down so that your wet cunt was in perfect view right in front of his face.

A loud whine slipped past your lips as Haruchiyo sucked on your wet entrance—the sounds that came from him were rather lewd given as to how hard he was sucking. The loud erotic sounds bounced off the kitchen walls, and went straight to your ears; it wasn’t like it was your first time being eaten out by Haru, it was just that the sounds never failed to make you flustered, especially with the way he hummed against your cunt like it was the most satisfying meal he’d had all day.

“H-Haru! Aah, slow down!” Your fingers gripped the edge of the counter, legs threatening to give up as Haruchiyo pushed his face further between your legs. “How can I hold myself back when you taste this good, baby?” He mumbled into your bare skin before shoving his tongue past your folds, earning a loud whimper from you. Your cheeks warmed at the way Haruchiyo’s tongue felt inside you, and the way his lips sucked at your entrance—it hit all the right places within you, and you swore you could almost see stars. “Haru! Fuck..!” Your knees buckled at the never ending stimulation at the apex of your legs.

Despite being not much of a talker, Haruchiyo was definitely skilled with his tongue in other ways—ways that would bring tears of pleasure to your eyes without a doubt. Your forehead met the cool marble top of the counter as his fingers rubbed fast, tight circles at your clit; your mouth parted but no sound came out. You could feel your head spinning from the amount of bliss you felt at this very moment; oxytocin coursed throughout your body as Haruchiyo didn’t falter with his movements.

Knees buckling, he tightened his grip around your legs to keep your lower half from meeting the tiled floor. Your stomach tingled, all the way to the tips of your digits as your sweet release was right around the corner—soft pants turned into hard, high-pitched breathing mixed with attempts of crying out Haruchiyo’s name as you neared your orgasm. “Haruuuu~ F-fuck, I’m cumming–ngh! Aah!” Your nails painfully dug into the hard material of the countertop as your orgasm hit you hard; the intense pleasure shot up your spine as your whole body trembled, the blissful sensation engulfing you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you finally let go, cumming around his tongue as the building knot in your stomach snapped. Haruchiyo hummed against your pussy, sending more vibrations up your spine. He rode out your orgasm with his fingers still mercilessly stimulating your clit, and his free hand snaking around your front to play with your hardened bud, pulling a loud yelp from you. He sloppily licked up all your cum, hums of satisfaction leaving his lips as he cleaned you up. Your back arched at the feeling of the heightened pleasure, whining as Haruchiyo pushed you to overstimulation. Reaching a shaky hand behind you, you tugged at his rosy strands, trying to push him off your cunt before cumming around his tongue again.

Haruchiyo laughed at your cute attempts to get him off but he obliged but not before placing a chaste kiss on your throbbing entrance and standing up. He pulled your trembling torso against his chest, rubbing his hands up and down your waist before whispering close to your ear, “Hmm.. you know what’s making me act this way, huh?” Shivering at the way his breath fanned at your skin, you shook your head no. You didn’t trust your words at the moment since your mind was long gone and fogged with thick clouds of lust. Nothing else.

Your boyfriend let out a saccharine laugh, his hands snaking around you to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of the sundress. “This. Fucking. Dress.” Haruchiyo harshly yanked down the top part of your dress with every word that came out of his mouth to expose your torso. He pressed his nose against the side of your neck, inhaling you intoxicating sent, “Fuck. I have been losing my mind since this morning. Ever since I saw you in this goddamned dress, I just wanted to bury myself in you right away.. You’re such a tease, huh..?” Haruchiyo skillfully removed your bra and tossed it somewhere in the kitchen, making a soft thud as it hit the tiled floor.

He wasn’t lying. As innocent as you looked in that sundress, he couldn’t help but think of every nasty thought that came into mind—it wasn’t his fault that you looked absolutely stunning with that dress on. You knew Haruchiyo had a thing for clothes that matched his rosy strands, especially if it accentuated your body in all the right ways, bringing out the most beautiful parts of you—though, he thinks that every single part of you is beautiful. He has been trying to keep his cool for the entire time in the strawberry fields. It also didn’t help how the flimsy material of your dress danced around the wind, hiking up your legs to reveal your delicious thighs.

Fuck, if Haruchiyo had the opportunity to take you right then and there back when the two of you were in the fields, he would have. He wouldn’t hesitate, not one bit. You were just so goddamned beautiful that he had to show you how much he loved every single bit of you. Breathtaking, to say the least. Sometimes he’d mentally curse himself for thinking of such lewd thoughts when you’re just standing there looking so innocent, so perfect but he knew you better than anyone. You loved to rile him up, and today was one of those days.

“Mhm—ah! R-really..? I knew you’d love it, Haru.” A smirk crept its way up to your lips, your voice shaky from your previous orgasm. Haruchiyo clicked his tongue, he wasn’t surprised that you specifically wore that dress to tease him. He absolutely loved it when you made efforts to rile him up, it was cute because he knew damn well it worked on him every single time. “Tsk. Wearing this just to tease me? How naughty, my baby.” You let out a moan as he massaged your breasts—Haruchiyo loved the way his large hands easily fit to cup at your mounds, like they were specifically made for your chest.

Arching your back, you replied to him with a whimper, “Ngh! Well, I have to treat the birthday boy somehow, right—ah!” The chuckle that slipped past your lips abruptly turned into a full-blown moan as he pinched at your nipples, gently rolling them in between his digits, causing goosebumps to form under his lewd touches. “Always so good f’me my baby, aren’t you?” Haruchiyo trailed a hand up to your chin to angle your head towards him to kiss you. You moaned against his lips as he bucked his groin against you, rubbing it hard enough to feel the entirety of his length between the valley of your ass.

He chuckled at your attempts to form coherent sentences after pulling away from his lips, something along the lines of wanting his cock inside you. He tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth before letting it go to place a chaste kiss at the corner of your mouth. Haruchiyo skilfully turned you around so that the two of you faced each other; his eyes wandered across your bare chest, mouth watering at the way your breasts spilled from the neckline of the dress that’s been messily pulled down.

Haruchiyo marvelled at the way they looked, so tender, and plump from how he had been massaging them earlier. Fuck, he’s always had a thing for your chest. You furrowed your brows as he reached for something behind you, the glass bowl loudly scraping against the marbled countertop as he brought it closer to the two of you. “Since you don’t need this anymore.. Let’s not have the leftovers go to waste, hm?”

You blinked up at his aquamarine gaze, so full of mischief and slyness as he held the large glass bowl in his hand and the silicone spatula on the other. You watched as he scraped the spatula around the bowl, getting every bit of the cream you made earlier for the cheesecake and dropping it directly on your bare chest. A gasp left your lips as you were met with the cold cream against your warm skin.

It was a new sensation indeed but not weird enough to have you recoil. As a matter of fact, you kind of liked it despite knowing how much of a sticky mess it’d leave you—not like you haven’t felt that before, though. You and Haruchiyo were new to this whole thing, bringing food into sex; you never really thought of it as food and intercourse doesn’t sound as pleasing as it seems but now that you were experiencing it first hand, you didn’t mind at all. As long as it stayed away from your cunt.

Haruchiyo’s eyes were practically gleaming as he finished layering your breasts with cream—he was like an artist admiring his greatest masterpiece. “You’re so beautiful..” He let out a dreamy sigh and gave your lips a small peck before eagerly dipping his head below your chin to lick the sweetness off your chest. Your palms dug into the edge of the countertop, gripping them for your dear life as Haruchiyo licked a long stripe between the valley of your breasts, the sweet substance gathering at the tip of his tongue, all while holding your gaze—aquamarine eyes fixated on yours, like it was made just to look into your eyes and nothing else.

You let out a shaky breath as he stood up right, immediately resting a hand on your nape to pull you into a slow, sensual kiss. You hummed in delight as Haruchiyo didn’t hesitate to shove his cream-coated tongue past your lips, the sweetness of it dancing on your tastebuds. The kiss was messy, the sweet substance coating his and your lips which left wet, sticky trails around your mouths. He groaned into your mouth before swiping his tongue at your bottom lip, and kissing the corner of your mouth to clean up the mess he has made.

At this point, your head was spinning. Fuck, you wanted him so bad. The way Haruchiyo took his time to appreciate every single part of you left you breathless—your chest heaved up and down as you stared into his eyes with desperation. He was always like this, worshipping your body to the point where it drove you absolutely crazy; it may seem filthy and lewd to others with how he worshipped you but you loved it. Oh, you loved it a lot. It made your heart sing for his name, and every cell in your body yearned for no one but your lover standing right in front of you.

He placed his hands on your waist—the sundress still clinging to the lower part of your torso as he dipped his head into your chest once again, this time going for a breast. Biting back a moan, you threw your head back at his wet tongue languidly circling your sensitive nipple, rounding your back at the overwhelming sensation of his mouth, torso ever so slightly jerking. You tugged at his rosy roots as Haruchiyo gently bit at the supple flesh of your breast, it didn’t hurt, it was just the right amount of pleasure to send your mind in a frenzy.

Haruchiyo eagerly lapped up every single cream-covered spot on your chest, earning him whines and whimpers from you as you tugged at the rosy tufts of hair. He had his gaze on you the entire time, admiring all your reactions under his tongue that your body had to offer him. You were cute—the way you let out short, shallow pants as he keenly sucked on your sensitive skin, the way you bit your lip as he swiped his tongue under your breast, and the way you looked at him with such adoration and lust; your brows knitted together in pleasure, lips slightly parted to whisper his name like a prayer.

Your front was left in a sticky, wet mess from Haruchiyo’s tongue; it was so naughty but you loved every bit of it. The way his tongue left messy, wet trails all over your body had shivers running down your spine, and the way his lips circled against the supple skin of your chest to suck it dark red, and purple left you breathless. He kissed every love bite that peppered your front, one so gentle and chaste that earned sighs of contentment from you, a contrast to what he was previously doing before, which pulled shameless moans past your swollen lips.

He turned you around once again, hips pressing against the edge of the marbled counter as he left open-mouthed kisses down your bare back, goosebumps forming under each wet kiss. “Haah~ Haru..” Haruchiyo hiked the dress up to your lower back, exposing your bare ass; he gave it a slap before grabbing the back of your right knee to prop it atop the cool surface of the counter. You braced yourself against the countertop, palms planted on the cool surface and back pressed against his chest. The sound of his belt unbuckling could be heard, the loud clang of the metal part startling you a bit as it met the tiled floor.

Haruchiyo didn’t bother stepping out of his pants as it pooled around his feet, and hastily pulled his underwear down, sighing as his cock was finally freed from its suffocating confines. He hissed as he circled his hand around his throbbing cock, languidly stroking it and using the bead of pre cum from his pink tip to lubricate his cock—it sat heavy in his hand, the way it pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own, so eager and so ready to be buried inside you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, running the blunt tip of his cock along your wet entrance, pulling a desperate moan from you.

A small chuckle left his lips. Haruchiyo figured he’d been teasing you enough, plus, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. The both of you let out a moan in unison as he pushed his cock past your wet folds, his length easily slid inside you due to your previous orgasm—the sound was wet and lewd, the way it squelched as he pushed his hard cock into you, your cum from earlier running down the inside of your legs as Haruchiyo filled you up with his dick. Your hands–which were previously flat against the countertop–balled into fists, nails uncomfortably scraping the cool surface. With your leg propped on top of the counter, it drove his cock deeper inside you.

A string of profanities eagerly left his lips. He let out hard pants like he’s just run a marathon—his face right beside yours as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Mhm..! So perfect f’me.. All mine.” He stilled his hips as the entirety of his length was sheathed in you, Haruchiyo knew you didn’t need time to adjust to him, no—you took him like a fucking champ every single time but he was the one who needed time to adjust. The way your walls hugged him tightly made his head spin, it also didn’t help how you had a habit of clenching around him once he was fully inside you.

He gritted his teeth as your walls clamped down on him for a few seconds, eyes glued shut in pleasure. “F-fuuuck..! Baby—haah! I might just cum if you keep doing that—ngh!” The grip he had on your leg tightened as he let out another moan; Haruchiyo let out a breath he’d been holding as he felt you relax around him, whispering sweet praises against the side of your neck before finally moving his hips. His free hand supported his weight by gripping the edge of the counter, effectively trapping you in between.

The pace he had set was relentless and merciless—just how you liked it. Short, high pitched moans left your parted lips as you closed your eyes shut, focusing on the way the tip of his cock deliciously kissed your cervix again and again. Haruchiyo knew your body like the back of his hand, he knew the certain angle that would absolutely drive you crazy, he knew which buttons to press to help you reach your orgasm quicker.

The sound of skin slapping and squelching bounced around the walls of the kitchen as Haruchiyo’s hips made constant contact with your ass—he watched the way your ass moved with every hard thrust he gave you, jolting your body forward and placing a dull pressure on your hips. He could feel your cum from the orgasm earlier drip down to his heavy balls, making a complete mess as his skin slapped against your own.

Your whole body shook from the way he pounded into you, moan after moan leaving your lips after trying to form at least one coherent sentence. “Shit.. Look at that..!” Haruchiyo let out an erotic gasp as a white ring formed at the base of his cock from how wet you were, this riled him up even more; the hand that gripped the counter made its way to your front, and down to your clit to draw figures of eight with his ring finger. You moaned at the heightened pleasure, arms giving up on you and before you knew it, your front was met with the cool surface of the countertop.

Haruchiyo used your bent figure as leverage to drive his cock deeper into you, standing at the ball of his feet and angling his hips higher. You could feel the back of your eyes heat up as tears threatened to spill, “Ah! Ah! Ngh—aah! Haru..!” Your back arched, deliciously pressing against the counter as he slapped your clit. This caused your knee to buckle, your lower half to almost meet the floor if it wasn’t for your other leg on top of the counter, and Haruchiyo’s arm snaked around you.

He grunted right by your ear with every thrust of his hips, his body molded against yours, his own hips bent as he pressed his chest to your clothed back; he knew how much the sounds he made turned you on—the way his erotic sounds flew right to your cunt to make you even wetter. “A-aah! Shit..! That’s it baby—ngh!” He groaned as he felt you squeeze around him.

It was truly a sight to see. The way your sundress barely covered you; the neckline yanked below your breasts and the skirt of it hiked up to your lower back as Haruchiyo mercilessly dicked you down. It didn’t even serve as an article of clothing anymore, no; now, it just looked like a reminder of what caused your boyfriend to be this crazy about you. It was like some kind of medal that you wore as he fucked you senseless, a piece of fabric covering your middle while the rest left you fully exposed.

The contrast between the pink blush of the sundress, and the strawberries that peppered the fabric and the way Haruchiyo was pounding into you was almost laughable. A piece of clothing, so simple, so innocent yet driving him insane like this—as the saying goes, less is more. Your leg that was atop the counter started to become numb, your foot tingling, and thighs burning as it kept that position but you didn’t care. Not when he was fucking you this good.

“M—aah! C-cumming, Haru..! S-shit!” You moaned, your fingers painfully digging into your palm from the immense pleasure that was starting to course throughout your body. Your boyfriend buried his face in your hair, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo before letting out a heated gasp as you clenched around him. He gave your nape a few kisses here and there, whispering such dirty things against your sweaty skin to help you reach your orgasm. The way his balls messily slapped against your clit, and the way his cock bullied your insides was enough to get you over the edge.

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape as you let out a shameless moan, face contorted in nothing but pure bliss. You trembled as your second orgasm rocked through your body; tears streaming down your heated cheeks, knuckles white from balling your fists, and back arched from the immense pleasure. Haruchiyo did his best to keep thrusting despite your walls tightening around him to the point where it was almost pushing him out. “Ngh—ah! T-that’s a good girl..!” He sucked at the skin on your upper back, helping you ride out your orgasm to the fullest.

High-pitched whimpers escaped you as he pounded away at your cunt, trying to chase his own sweet bliss. Haruchiyo let out one last grunt before stilling his hips and stuffing his cock deep inside you to blow his load. “Aaah~ Ye–eaah..! Fuckin’ take it all—haah!” You gasped as you felt his hot cum paint your insides white, stuffing you to the brim, some of it dripping out and down your left leg, as well as down his balls. Haruchiyo stayed like that for a while, trapping you between his body and the countertop as he came.

Before your body could relax against the marbled surface, your muscles tightened as your boyfriend started to fuck his cum deeper into you. Since the entirety of his length was already sheathed inside you, he gave you quick, shallow thrusts, allowing his cum to reach you deeper while some of it messily spilled out and dropped onto the tiled floor. “Aaah! Shit..” Your body jerked with oversensitivity as his hips didn’t once falter. “Mhm~ That’s r-right.. Take all of me and make sure it doesn’t spill out, huh?” He panted against your ear, kissing it before slowly pulling out of you, earning a whine from the both of you.

“Mmm. Maybe I should keep wearing sundresses like this..” You breathlessly chuckled, stumbling into his chest as you took your leg off the counter to face him. Haruchiyo wrapped his arms around you—his cheeks were tinted pink, hair stuck to his forehead and neck, and eyes blown with lust, god, he looked handsome while fucked out. “‘M not complaining, baby. It is my birthday after all.. Maybe another one tomorrow. I’ll have my dessert then we’ll eat the cheesecake that you made.” He rested his chin on the crown of your head, squeezing you in a tight hug.

It took you a while to process his sentence. His dessert, meaning you.

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miffysrambles · 8 months

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Hello I wanted to ask for a peng and azure x reader headcanons i just barely see any x readers of these two and they are my favorite.

If not then I understand I hope you have a great day/night though.

Sorry Peng’s is shorter, I had less to say about them!

Azure Lion:

Mmmm, big man.

Super protective of you even before you start dating, you can feel his grip slightly tighten on your shoulder if he sees someone get a little too close to you.

Not afraid to speak his mind to this person, especially if you have trouble speaking up when someone makes you uncomfortable.

His voice drops as his purple orbs glare down at the stranger, “You’re clearly making them uncomfortable, leave before I rethink about sparing you from a fight…”

He makes sure you’re safe and comfortable at all possible times.

He prefers verbal affection over physical affection at first, this man will die if your hand even grazes him when you first start dating.

He’ll just be talking with his sworn brothers as you walk by, intentionally brushing your hand against his paw.

He’ll have the biggest grin on his face now, his cheeks flushed red as he tries to carry on the conversation like nothing happened.

Definitely a size difference, he’s decently taller than you and he adores it.

Although he still prefers verbal affection further into the relationship, does not mind physical affection.

He loves it when you sit on his lap, his arms wrapped around you as you just enjoy each other's company and make each other laugh.

Oh, and this man definitely purrs.

You’ll be resting your head against his chest, running your fingers through his mane and he’ll just start purring.

He thinks it’s embarrassing but seeing how happy it makes you, he just lets it happen.

Struggles with criticism sometimes- takes it as a personal attack on him.

Definitely takes some time to accept your words when you tell him he's doing something wrong or bad, but don't worry!

He's a big softie when it comes to you and eventually takes your words to heart to try to fix himself.

I’d like to think he really enjoys doing domestic things with you and for you like cooking and cleaning, this man will let you relax and put your feet up after a long day of work while he makes you dinner.

His favorite is gardening, he’ll come with you to the grocery store to look at gardening tools and seeds.

“Dear, do you think we could get lilies and chrysanthemums for the flower box outside the kitchen window? I think they would match the curtains nicely.”

Totally wears Hawaiian/Polo shirts, cargo shorts, and aprons when he cooks for you.

House husband material fr.

Peng:

Oooo this smug motherfucker.

They love to tease you and otherwise just mess with you to see your reactions.

Will sometimes lift you up in their arms and fly away from what you were doing, laughing as you pout from them taking you away from your duties.

“I was grocery shopping Peng!”

“Shush darling, this is much more important.”

Smirking as you eventually agree and stop struggling in their arms, bringing you to whatever destination they had set up for you (Usually a picnic date or a scenic nature walk).

However, in the beginning of your relationship, if you show them love back will become flustered and pretend they don’t care.

“I-I am not blushing! Like I care what a mere mortal has to think about me!”

The small smile on their face as they turn away from you says otherwise.

It would take a lot of time to get up to the point where they can show their love for you back, but the payoff is definitely worth it.

Pretends to hate PDA saying it’s disgusting but secretly loves it when you take control and kiss them first.

They are protective of you, just not as much as Azure.

Will wrap their wing around your shoulder in comfort if they feel like you’re uncomfortable or nervous around someone.

“Waste one more second of your disgusting breath on my darling, and you won’t live to see tomorrow.”

Will only do this if you’re safety is in clear danger (Azure does it regardless lmao).

Although they act like they don’t care, if anything were to happen to you they hunt the person who hurt you down, even if the safest option would be to run away.

#ask #x reader #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk azure lion #lmk azure lion x reader #azure lion x reader #lmk peng #lmk peng x reader #peng x reader

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gloryy-vs · 1 year

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Huntress’ Call

chapter 6 : reconciliation

prompt: you’re an aggressive warrior, praised by the clan and close to the sully family. neteyam caught your eye but you’re convinced you’ll never be as mighty or honorable as he is. you also caught neteyams eye but he assumes he will never be as truly dedicated to the warrior life as you are. ao’nung slowly begins to fall for you, and you return the feeling. but you know that things between you and neteyam are not so simple as done.

ratings: sfw, violence, war, angsty, enemies to friends to lovers, warrior, aggression

characters: Neteyam x na’vi! reader, Ao’nung x na’vi! reader

You woke up to a gentle shaking, and the clacking of what sounded like beads. The light that poured in through the cracks of the Marui hit and littered the small area with sun patch and casted shadows. You sat up, shielding your eyes from the sunlight.

“I’m up, you can quit it-“ You said to whoever it was that felt determined to awake you. Then you heard his familiar voice.

“It is time to train. We must go.” Neteyam said, just as your eyesight adjusted and you could see him towering over you in your hammock.

Your heart sunk, remembering the conversation you had with Ao’nung last night. Turning to face him fully, he stifled a laugh.

“Looks like you had a night.” Neteyam said softly, patting down your unruly and probably knotted curls.

You subconsciously tried to soothe your hair down, embarrassed that he saw you like a mess. His face expressed his confusion, or at least displayed he was lost in a thought. Wanting to say something, but not able to find the words.

“I heard your conversation with Ao’nung last night. I saw…heard everything.” Neteyam said, hesitating before he sat in the hammock next to you.

“Neteyam, it was unexpected and-“ You stopped as you saw his mouth open.

“It’s okay.” He said.

You were embarrassed. If he had truly heard everything from last night, then he must’ve heard you confess your feelings for both boys. Your breath was shaky, halting when you felt his eyes on you like usual.

“But I won’t let him take you from me.” He said sternly. You whipped your head towards him.

“I thought you hated me.” You said, a confused look plastered all over your expressive azure face.

Neteyam grimaced, “Not hate. No. Never.” Pausing to hold onto your knee, “I cant,” He stopped again.

It seemed like the right words were already lined up, but he just couldn’t bring himself to express himself fully. You didn’t blame him. Being the oldest in such an important family, it was your job to keep everyone else in check. You pitied him, wishing you could crawl into his head and rip out that responsibility.

“Tell me, Ma’Teyam. What is it?” You prodded, resting your own warm hand on top of his.

“I know you’re a strong warrior, but it isn’t you. Seeing you morph into someone who I didn’t grow up with. It was like a competition on who could outcast themself more in the relationship.” He explained, eyes searching your face for a reaction.

“I felt the same. We spent every second together, and ever since you reached adulthood, the distance was killing me. You changed too.” You gripped onto his hand, and he returned the motion.

“It wasn’t easy for either of us. The war, my family, your feelings, the burdens.” He grimaced just thinking about everything and how it led them to this moment on foreign soil.

“We need to start this over.” You said. “Understand each other once again. I want to do this with you.” Happy that you were able to have a heart to heart, your mind wandered to Ao’nung, knowing the love for him wasn’t just a fleeting feeling. It was a love formed from loneliness, a deep comfort for your heart. It almost made you feel guilty.

Your heart snd brain were at wits end with your soul. Pulling you Neteyam, then to Ao’nung, then back to Neteyam. You couldn’t understand what you wanted anymore. Neteyam stared at you for what seemed like forever, his eyes going from your eyes to your lips. They remained there for a few moments. You noticed the way his lips quirked upwards and how it seemed like he was holding himself back. You knew what he wanted, but you refused to initiate it first. If he wanted it, he could get it.

He didn’t. Neteyam licked his lips quickly, backing away from you and getting up. His broad shoulders tensed up as he rolled them forwards to relieve the tension built up.

“Let’s go.” Neteyam said, grabbing your four fingered hand and subconsciously rubbing soft circles over your knuckles as he basically forced you to get up and out of the Marui.

You didn’t even have time to protest, you didn’t eat yet, or fix your hair properly before you were yanked out by the male. It’s like he read your mind, and you noticed how the direction you were being pulled in wasn’t the shore you two were on yesterday, but instead it was to his own Marui, the smell of smoking fish slapping you in the face. Your eyes dance diver his frame for any answer.

“I didn’t get time to eat either, sit down.” He commanded.

You quickly obliged, slapping yourself down with your legs bent and crossed. You watched his movements, the way his veiny arms removed the pieces of fish and placed them on a thick leaf for you, then decorating it with various fruits and a thick paste for dipping. Neteyam handed you the leaf, a small smile on his face. You took it, your fingertips gently grazing over his knuckles.

Your body reacted to the subtle touch with a smile, the apples of your cheeks aching from how easily flustered it had you. You further tore the fish, dipping it in the thicker sauce he mad for you. You hesitantly placed it in your mouth, having never eaten something like this. Your eyes widened at the combination of flavors, falling in love with it.

“Did you make this all yourself?” You questioned, covering your mouth as you spoke to him.

Neteyam gave you a cocky smile, “Go on, who’s the best cook?” He said, referring to when you two were younger.

You used to make mud pies together. Neteyams always looked so realistic and actually appealing, while yours was just mud slapped onto a leaf with a stick for decoration.

You snorted, laughing like you always would when you both were younger and inseparable. It was one only he got to hear. “Oh shut up! I didn’t think you’d take those games seriously!”

He paused his chewing, another smirk crawling on his face. “Had to, I was in it to win it, yawne.”

You halted your movements, hearing the pet name he had called you. Yawne. Beloved. You hadn’t heard Neteyam call you that in years. It made your heart beat faster, butterflies settling in your stomach. You were ecstatic to have his loving behavior towards you return. It had been so long since you felt this connected with him.

Small, all over the place conversations were dated between you two as you ate. Not paying attention to anything else but yourselves and the food that was prepared. Both of you relished in catching up with each other, a warming feeling. Similar to comfort, but with deeper love.

tags 🏷️: @mayhemories

#avatar neteyam #avatar way of water #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #neteyam sully #avatar #avatar loak #neteyam #avatar jake #neteyam x you #aonung imagine #aonung avatar #aonung x reader #aonung x you #aonung #tsireya avatar #avatar tsireya #avatar x reader #avatar angst

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justeclotilde · 10 months

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Thoughts on LEGO Monkie Kid, pacing, and season 5

I’m taking this from Twitter, but basically this thread about “Say something BAD about the show Monkie Kid” came up and my biggest gripe so far has been : The show has way too short episodes. Like, 11min30. And tries to do SO MUCH in those 11min30 that either somethings get scrapped (DBFamily but not just that) or big important elements get solved way too fast (Samadhi fire and broken scroll among other things). And it steams I think from the fact that the show went from episodic to serialised while keeping the same amount of time.

I ramble : I see a lot of newcomers say that they jumped s1 and 2 and really started with s3/4, and while everyone has their reasons I think that’s silly Because that format is what made me love the characters and settings in the first place. The episodes are short, so the show can only focus on a tiny thing, but sprinkled LBD being a menace throughout the season, with the spider gang being a menace. And now ? lBD is still reveared as one of the best villains, and Spidergang is still very appreciated. Same thing for DBF : Red Son was slowly developed through s1, and returned on s3 Granted he wasn’t in s2, but since he was a major part of s1, and the spider queen special, we grew to care about him and the family to an extent. Because that’s what the show is good at ! Characters interactions, character personalities, CHARACTERS !! And now, the show is going for serialised, which is great and maintains attention, but it wants to do too much with the same amount of time: - In s2 : LBD took 10 ep to build her mech. MK started slowly to grow, and his relationships were explored one ep at a time. Slowly. - In s4 : we lose SWK, MK meets Azure, we learn about Tang, Pigsy and Sandy through their ancestors, we start to question MK’s existence, Monkey MK, the scroll is a menace, Azure betrays the group, MK loses his mentor and morale, DBF is important but scrolled, the JE is defeated and BAM world explodes we have to kill God in 4 episodes now.

Granted for the characters as well it feels rushed. We don’t have to see everything either. Of course. They have a life outside the show. And overall they did a good job in those 11 bloody minutes 30.

But

But.

Now that we have a bit of breathing room, maybe it’s time to have that character moment by episode we’ve been asking for instead of cramming feelings and heartfelt conversations in an episode while the world is teared apart outside. Especially since we’ve seen the characters go through hell for a whole season. MK needs to breath but he isn’t the only one. We could have an episode on Red Son and his time in the scroll, an episode on MK going monkey a whole episode, an episode on SWK and Macaque in coloc, an episode on Tang Pigsy and Sandy trying to get back to their lives since they’re the most normal of the bunch - technically (cuz apparently having episodes focused on them in s4 wasn’t enough to have conversations about it but that’s a gripe i have with the community for LATER). We could have SWK and DBF reminisce on their time together, since DBK is one of the last friend that doesn’t QUITE hate him anymore, or an episode on how Nezha starts rebuilding Heaven by himself while keeping the JE power safe, or an episode on Mei just being awesome honestly, like just Mei observing MK going insane and being the girlboss she is, especially since she went through the whole “excess power that could kill everyone you love” and is still living with that, in a way. That could answer where the Samadhi fire business went. Cuz like in real life some things are tamed but don’t disappear, she might still be struggling but has learned to live with it. And MK is going through a similar path. We could also have Red Son in this one since he’s honestly the most controlled in a way.

And through all that… discretly… the world starts to break apart again ? Tears appear and with it new monsters and ghosts of the past maybe start seeping from the Underworld ? Maybe an unmasked man tries to prevent Mk’s attemps at coming back to some normal because as long as he’s confused and scared he stays the Harbinger of Chaos ? Idk ! TL:DR A lot of critics I see sum up as « They should show this more, why did THIS disappear out of nowhere, this is wasted potential », which seeps from the show not having time to show all that happens at once. Maybe it’s time to take a breather and tackle the problems one at a time again, ep by ep, like in season 2. And then go back to « We’re all gonna die in 4 episodes » to get the panic back on track.

Anyway Please come talk to me about the show and your theories, or headcanons about what the characters are doing now that the wreck of S4 has rolled past them. I wanna talk about my babies some more...

#monkie kid theories #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #monkie kid mk #monkie kid mei #monkie kid red son #monkie kid dbk #monkie kid wukong #monkie kid macaque #monkie kid tang #monkie kid pigsy #monkie kid sandy #monkie kid nezha #monkie kid season 4 #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk season 4 special spoilers #lmk season 5 #i'm putting maybe too many tags but i really just want to converse a bit

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vampzzi · 1 year

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DESTRESSER

Keegan P. Russ x Female reader

cw; sex, creampie, pretty vanilla sex for now, fuck friends trope, some slight keegan x ghost there LMAO IM NOT SORRY, this is poorly written cause I feel terrible, overstimluation, not beta read cause im gonna vomit someone call the ER pls

author's note: snippet to an upcoming fic if i ever get to fucking finish it with this damn flu. Fic is called "White Noise" I HATE THIS SNIPPET SO BAD BRO.

It had been a long day of nothing but extreme pressure and too much movement, he worked well under severe pressure but it gets so repetitive. He needed a destresser and fast, you. You lay soundly on the bed with headphone covering your ears as you scroll through your phone, he knew you well more than anyone hence knowing you’d been wanted to have sex with him for a while.

This whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship, you were friends? Doing friend things but he swore you said you guys were a couple. Couple or not, he didn't mind infact he had a thing for you, you were a pretty little thing , mouthy but also quiet. He loved the sass, pulling himself out of the thought of you and getting his hands on the real thing.

His geared head laying on the plush of your eyes as you looked down at him and smiled, Keegan was laying on your thighs with his shirt off and only his head mask and pants with an unbuttoned belt. “Hi Keegan '' taking your headphones off and sitting them aside on the nightstand.

“Hi” he purred as he kept his head between your thighs, he felt safer when he was around you and only you. “Stressed out?” he let out a mhm and you smiled lifting your thighs up and away from his head as he sat up and looked at you, his glaze feeling like a snow storm as a smirk tugged at the corner of your glossed lips. “You should have just said that from the beginning”

“Care to tell me about your day? The visit through the forced ceremony ``''Of course dear” He leaned up against the headboard looking through the mask he wore on his face as his stormy azure colored eyes.

Your eyes are so pretty” you breathe out and you see his eyes flutter as you smile and place yourself on his lap as he wraps his arms around your body, the intimate moment being a moment of silence as he keeps you close with no words. “It was chaotic..” he starts off as he takes his shirt off you as he loved the way it clung to the body and how pulling it off your scent clung to the fabric, the strong smell of sweetness held him in a trance.

Throwing the shirt to the side as he stared at your bra covered chest “And then, it was me, Ghost, Soap, Price and I believe Gaz was there..” trailing in and out as he was more focused on wrapping his around your plush body and unclipping the bra, pulling it off slowly as he held eye contact with you as you swallowed hard as he could hear it, running his fingers up and down your shoulders, holding one of your bras in his hand and kneading and squeezing it.

Watching him fond your chest as he shifted under you and feeling the solid of something against your ass as you immediately registered it was hard cock against the plumpness of your ass. “Tons of something and people being loud there, girls were booing at Ghost for some reason and wanted more Soap. If only they knew” Keegan chuckled as he ran his finger down your atlas to your nipple, moving his finger over right onto the nipple as he pinched it between his rough morphed hands, all the cuts and grooves could be felt as he pinched your nipple, drawing an longing moan from your saliva covered lips.

“A girl threw a soda bottle at my head when I was forced to talk so that was fun” you scowled about that, like what the fuck? What are you throwing shit for, dumb bitch. Keegan filled the air with his laughing as he brought kisses down to your collarbone and held you closer to him by the hips.

“I’m alright through now, chill out name” he teasingly pulls you off his lap as he unzips his pants as you push your panties to the side as positions shift as you get into his spot on all fours as he holds a death grip to your thighs, as he runs his cock over your soaked folds listening to the sweet sounds that came out of it.

“A-And fuck then, we listened to boring speech about politics and a bunch of boring shit.” he rolled his eyes as he pushed into you and you hissed from the feeling, his cock sliding into you with ease as he was shieled inside you quicker than normal. He leaned his head back at the way you clutch and pulse against his cock.

Your insides were soft like a pillow for his cock to fuck into, he was pretty much tired of soiling Ghost’s pillows with his cum and him yelling at the others for it.

“Which of you are fucking my pillows?” Ghost says as the others look at him as if he’s lost his mind “Are sure it’s not you Ghost?” Soap smiled mischievously at his silly remark “ha ha Soap, but if it was me. I wouldn’t be asking you guys” the two males going back and forth when in reality it was me the entire time. Ghost was an interesting person and he rarely slept so it only felt fair?

“Mmm, Keegan move please” your head is laid against the pillow while your back is arched and your ass is up in the air while his cock rests into you and he holds on the headboard. Before thrusting into you , drawing out a shaky moan out of your lips “Price also treated us to a Night of Beer but when we got there, we had to pay for our drinks. He continued thrusting his cock into your pussy as he kept a steady pace as his hips slapped against your ass, his balls heavy and sticky from hitting your clit.

“I had this whiskey mix, it was pretty good. I liked the burn, it reminded me of you” the warm feeling in your body washing over you as he said that, this whole thing between you two wasn't a relationship but you treated it as if it was one. The way he fucked into you had you thinking this more than some “quick sex” each way he’d drag his hips and plunge right back into you, the feeling was words that you couldn’t even describe or be put into a comprehensive sentence.

“Shit…” he yelled out as he held onto you as you buried your face into the pillows to muffle any loud sounds as you couldn’t as he hit your cervix and you could see the light as you screamed out and Keegan looked down at you, tears running down your cheeks as you hadn’t realized you were squirt. Dragging his cock out of you as he let the rest splash everywhere as he slapped against your clit to help you overcome the orgasm as it only pushed you into another quick orgasm.

Coughing and cursing into the pillow as your hole clenched around nothing until he was fucking into your cunt again, only focused on his own pleasure as he grunted and tried to keep talking “I drunk a ton of whiskey, like a fuck ton. Some of the other members checked on me to see if I was alright but really I was ready to come back to you.”

You couldn't anything, no sentences, no sounds or anything as you felt a whole sound bomb had been dropped on you, you did hear the loud ass noises of him holding the bed frame as it still hit against the wall as he fucked into you faster. “I sometimes feel like I’m wasting your time being here” he grunted out as he moaned and kept fucking you. Lifting your head up as you cried out from the feeling of him cumming inside you “I l-love having you here” as your head hits the pillows again.

He smiles and rubs your back “Thanks Doll, let me help you get cleaned up”.

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missciato · 9 months

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“I’ve spent all these years training for a duel with a corpse.”

[CW: discussion of death and loss]

One thing I really like about Azure Moon and Azure Gleam was the exploration of grief and how a single individual’s death can have rippling effects on a family unit. Felix and Rodrigue’s significantly different responses to the event alters the way that they interact with each other in the present. It casts a pall over all of their interactions; it has tainted their relationship.

Often, in times of hardship, family disagreements can spiral out of control, causing minor rifts to become major ones. As someone who has dealt with a lot of death in the family recently, I have seen this time and time again. Especially as a young person, platitudes about the death of a loved one can feel hollow and ring as insincere and hurtful even if the deliverer was trying to say something that would help in the moment. The tragedy of the Rodrigue/Felix interaction is that both of them are grieving and could use each other’s company and love in hard times, and yet their fundamentally incompatible ways of grieving make it impossible for Felix to reconcile with Rodrigue.

I looked at the coin that my aunt handed me, with a cross on the front and back. “Everything happens for a reason, dear. The Lord was just callin’ your brother home. Let this coin remind you of him.” She gave me a pat on the back, an affectionate gesture. I admit, I had trouble comprehending what ‘Lord’ would see it fit to take my brother from this Earth at his young age.

After my own brother passed away, I found myself understanding much more vividly why Felix was so upset and so ready to bury himself in his sword training rather than interacting with the people around him, who seemed to be grieving in this way that he found unconscionable. He felt that they were trying to try to justify Glenn’s death using the norms of their culture, which was to say “He died like a true knight.” or “He was the very picture of a perfect knight–noble and virtuous. In the end, he laid down his life–the ultimate sacrifice. I feel proud of him in ways that words can't quantify.”

Much like in the example I gave above, an event that happened at my brother’s funeral in 2021, there are cultural explanations for death that can seem comforting to those who ‘buy’ it. Most of us can accept that our older loved ones will sooner or later die, and then when we become old we will die as well. But when it happens to people who are young and have a life ahead of them, the religion/pseudo-religious in the case of Faerghus justifications become more incomprehensible. And make you angry.

Rodrigue and Ingrid, in these instances, are simply trying to square how such a horrible event could have occurred. They aren’t trying to be hurtful or mean spirited, but they are a product of their cultural upbringing. I think trying to ascribe one side as being 100% wrong or 100% right misses the point; all of them are struggling with the same grief, but are finding different ways to cope with it.

And Felix is struggling to understand the way other people are grieving. He’s young and has trouble putting himself in other people’s shoes. He’s also 17 at the start of the game and trying to cope with the senselessness of his brother’s death. As he talks about in the Seteth support, he doesn’t want to be around people who remind him of the thing he hates, the thing his brother died for, the thing that his father uses to justify said death.

Felix: My brother was doing his job. My father is the real problem. When my brother's armor was brought back to the castle, do you know what he said? "He died like a true knight." Chivalry begets the worship and glorification of death. Am I alone in finding that grotesque?

Ironically, the Dimitri/Ingrid support chain sheds light on the fact that Dimitri himself is not fully on board with Ingrid and Rodrigue’s logic, and because of his mental illness he is also struggling to cope with this event. Felix and Dimitri would be natural allies in grieving, except that Dimitri is turning into the boar, which also triggers Felix!

So Felix is left to stew in his own thoughts. Left to build a wall around himself to protect from the hurt that his friends and father have inflicted upon him with their careless words. And yet, he does try to mend fences with them, in his own way.

Ingrid: Why are you taking over my cleaning responsibilities?

Felix: You're wounded, and you're going too slowly. I couldn't stand to watch.

He wants to rebuild the relationships!!! He just finds it difficult because he’s so angry!!

In Hopes, we get a support between Felix and Rodrigue where those differences are splayed for all to see. While I’m not a big fan of Azure Gleam, I like how there are two possibilities:

The path of reconciliation

Words that go unspoken because of death

It really fits in with the themes of grief and loss; sometimes you are angry with your loved ones and when they pass from this Earth, there is no turning back the clock. I was angry with my brother when he died; he was a Trump-loving anti-vaxxer who fell into the maw of the cult. I was frustrated and sad at what he had become. Stopped contacting him much at all. And in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

One of the really important things about the whole situation, at least to me, is that no one in this situation is ‘wrong’ to grief in the way they do. It’s not as if Rodrigue’s coping mechanism – which is a logical one, given the culture he is part of – is horrible, it’s just the coping mechanism that Felix did not need. And Felix pushing his family and friends away is not good for his mental health or long term grieving, but it’s the thing he felt like he needed to do given the way he cannot cope with the way other people have processed this event that he finds so triggering.

And if Rodrigue ends up dying, it makes the whole situation even more tragic.

[reposted to add some stuff]

#felix hugo fraldarius #rodrigue achille fraldarius #ingrid brandl galatea #azure moon #azure gleam #fe3h #fire emblem three hopes

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isan0rt · 5 months

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I saw your Dedue post you made recently and OMG THANK YOU SOMEONE HAD TO SAY IT. I’d love to message you further about your other 3houses opinions cause gd your mind.

Honestly like lmao I wasn't specifically trying to call anyone out in particular but it's so so so hard to find interpretations of Dedue that like. Actually consider that perhaps he has complex reasons for talking about himself like he does before the time skip, that rationally follow from his experiences and aren't just like, oh he's got such poor self esteem. Dedue's not Bernadetta, he's as assertive as it's safe for him to be given PEOPLE EXPLICITLY WANT TO KILL HIM for just fucking existing.

If Dimitri wasn't protecting him he would have gotten straight up murdered well before he learned to tank as hard as he tanks, and that's not even counting that first time Dimitri intervened in people actively trying to murder Dedue after successfully murdering his family for the crime of Existing While From Duscur. Like, hello!!!! He's been isolated from his community, from his language, from his culture, surrounded by people who hate him, but with nowhere else to go. Literally everyone else he knew died and his homeland was burned to the ground.

Dimitri is the only person in the WORLD who wants him to live. Of course he's neurotic as fuck about Dimitri. Dimitri is literally all he has left in the world to cling to, and people keep trying to kill Dimitri! It's 100% reasonable for Dedue before the timeskip to feel like he has fucking nothing if he doesn't have Dimitri. Objectively that's true!!!

Like, after the timeskip, he comes back having spent time back among his own people, seeing that his culture isn't gone and he does have something to fight to preserve. He survives because his community comes to save him. He comes back wearing VERY expensive full-body armor (like for real that's absurd amounts of steel and master craftsmanship) with Duscur's motif enameled on the pauldrons, wearing Duscur-woven clothing and accompanied by a whole group of his countrymen fighting alongside him to reach Dimitri. His post-timeskip design screams that he's been reintegrated into his home culture. Of course he's in a better place after that!

None of his emotional development happens in a vacuum! Dedue struggles with his self-worth when he's cut off from his community, and is able to self-actualize only after reconnecting with his community. Azure Moon has so many themes about community healing after trauma, and about relying on support in order to lift all boats together. All the Lions start the game fractured and damaged because of the breakdown of the social contract in Faerghus and improve through Azure Moon by banding together and healing the fractured relationships. Dedue can't be his best self when he's isolated from his roots. Ignoring that I feel like really misses the themes Dedue brings to the table.

#sorry i guess i still had a lot of thoughts about this #Dedue is so critical to understanding the themes of Azure Moon #and i just feel like he gets written off and there's a lack of diving in to his emotional landscape #like. WHY does he feel that way. it's not just for no reason!!#Dedue embodies the core themes of community healing and growth and roots #Very literally in some ways through his motif of tending a garden #cultivating new life from the seeds left behind in the ashes #the flowers are a metaphor!!! Carefully helping Duscur heal and bloom from new growth is his goal!!#you have to grapple with the way race impacts his character to understand him #he's a challenging and complex character and that's valuable actually #Dedue Molinaro #fe3h

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Seeing the Azure helping DKR post has just got my brain Abuzz. Mainly with the idea of Macque at first just like "kid could help wirh wukong and probably smooth the whole 'sorry I attacked your master'" mess. He did not expect to see HIMSELF in this kid.

Cause the parallels are there. Both of them:

fell in love with someone and got affection back

Had spent plenty of time around and close to them

Only for that to lead to the person Betraying their trust so deeply

But obviously their different, with Shadowpeach there's a chance to recover that trust, because what happened was a misunderstanding. Spicynoodles can't. And Mac has to deal with the realization of "Oh, fuck. I'm attached to the kid. Fuck now I have to more properly plan around him not being spotted."

I'm glad you liked that bit, because I had tons of fun making that post about Azure Lion in the Demon King Red AU and including Macaque was kind of a last minute addition, but I fell in love with the idea immediately~

In this version of events, the very first time MK meets Macaque would be when he rescues him from DKR. So MK has no previous run ins with Macaque, he didn't try to steal his powers or chase them down for a whole season or anything like that. (Red Son never released Lady Bone Demon in this timeline and during the period of time where Macaque would have shown up and tricked MK into training with him, the kid had already been kidnapped by Red) This gives Mac a huuuuge advantage in manipulating the kid into being on his side and making him believe that he's a good guy who wants to help out of the goodness of his heart or some nonsense. He's also able to paint a picture of his relationship with Wukong in a much better light exactly as you laid it out there, and since no one is there to refute it, MK buys into it wholeheartedly....

And yes, at some point Macaque also does catch feelings for the kid and now actually wants to like adopt him and protect him and stuff and it drives him absolutely crazy because HOW did this kid manage to manipulate him into actually liking him?? Is it just because he's actually that genuinely nice? Ugh. Mac hates that he actually cares what happens to the kid now. It changes his whole plan.. but, oh well. If there's one thing he's good at, it's adapting. So his little makeshift family he's aiming for is just going to be three now instead of two.

#ask #spicynoodleshipping #dark spicynoodles #shadowpeach #demon king red #prisoner mk #AU of an AU #dreamingfandom

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meteor752 · 5 months

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Spent a whole week binging rwby because why not

Here are mah thoughts

Very interesting decision of the show to open on literally the best character, like I’ve heard of peaking early but come on

No but fr Roman is actually so special to me

I just finished volume nine and I broke down crying at his and Neo’s final moments

Thing is, I’m a person with daddy issues and my favorite family member is my uncle so like of course Qrow is second favorite guy

We love us a bisexual subby whore

Ozpin is number three so like guess what my favorite ship is

(Side note, My Own Worst Enemy by Elektric Angel is one of the best fics I have ever read and I cannot recommend it enough)

Why the fuck did this show start out with having one of the four main characters be racist?! What a bold choice

I hate Jaune so fucking much. If you like him, cool, but he’s one my most hated fictional characters ever, not just him but like what he represents

Tho it is worse with Neptune, who’s also like why tf are you here bruv

It’s very funny to have a borderline kinda racist character and a literal meme from 2014 be drafted into war

It took me five days to break and create ocs. They’re called Lemon Lime, Azure, Iris, and Koral. Team LAIK. Maybe I’ll talk about them more at some other point

Listen okay I know that animated shows like to have your hero be depressed in a whole arc, but like god Ruby was kinda grating in season 9.

Blake is kinda rolling with like, one personality trait, but ya know good on her for getting a cool gf

Yang is also the best out of the main four girls

So is Tai, Summer, and Raven’s relationship supposed to be a polycule? That must have been awkward for poor Qrow back in school

Why the fuck is everyone so mad at Ozpin all the time. Like boohoo, daddy didn’t tell you Santa isn’t real, get fucking over yourself Qrow you’re forty three

But fr what is the animosity about. I think Jelloapocalypse summarized it the best in his rwby video

Also did you know the top comment on there is from Technoblade? Check it out, it’s true. No idea he was a rwby fan, but like good for him

Season 6 episode “Alone in the woods” is the best episode by far. I really like when they do more unique stuff with the Grimm, other than just ‘monster’

That being said I’m always a sucker for a space whale

But the line from that episode, “No one was angry or sad or scared. No one was anything. And then, no one was left” is so powerful

Season nine is like fully a fever dream, but it helps with connecting to the main four again, so I like it

Also they need to stop introducing characters we don’t need any more it’s so cluttered

Why the fuck did the tree have Summer’s weapon? What the fuck was she doing there, frolicking in wonderland? Gurl…

I miss Oobleck. He hasn’t been around since like season 4, like what the hell man

What the fuck is Cinder and Emerald’s relationship supposed to be? Are they sisters? Friends? Is Emerald in love with her? Because she seems to be.

Emerald and Mercury are fully siblings tho. Also I love Mercury

Arthur’s monologue to Cinder was one of the best scenes in the show. I loved it, I’m sad he died

The character I relate the most to is little scorpion freak, because honestly dude saaaaaaame

God I want Salem to fuck me

The motivation of the villain being that they’re an immortal being, who wants the world to end because then they can die, is so fucking interesting and I’m surprised I don’t see more of it.

Do you guys think the only reason that Jaune was made leader of team JNPR was because they couldn’t think of a colour with those letters that started with P?

Do you think that’s how they choose all leaders?

How the fuck is Ren supposed to be a version of Mulan? Apart from him being Asian, there’s no correlation. Jesus Christ…

Him and Nora are very t4t tho. Very glad that they established boundaries about their relationship tho, like open communication is all I need

Why is Ambrosius kinda 💅

This isn’t related to rwby but there’s like a bird or smt screaming outside my window and it kinda sounds like a ghost girl and now I’m scared…

I feel like Salem and Ozpin’s relationship is very uncomfortable with Oscar stuck in the middle. Like why did they have to make him fourteen

Pupsicle!!!!

If I had a child in this universe I would absolutely name them something that starts with a vowel. Some of these team names are a fucking stretch, I mean SSSN?!

Another bold move by the creators is having the first few seasons villains be minorities fighting for Justice and equality. Like idk anything about these dudes, but it’s a little yikes

The fact that everyone in this world is an X-men and the show took four seasons to actually explain that is hilarious

Actually the show taking its time to explain anything is hilarious

Like, six seasons in and we find out the villain’s motivations. Hell four seasons in and we find out the villain

The first opening song was easily the best. Like I said, peaked early

The ship names of this fandom are fucking baller dude. Very creative

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a/n: need me a simeon in these hard and trying times… i am frothing at the mouth, convulsing, GIVE ME A SIMEON!!! here i am with my delulus na kasama ko si simeon nung naging lector ako sa school AHHHH 😓 pasilyo as inspo 🫶

simeon x gn!reader (self-indulgent because in these hard and trying times why not)

cw: religious themes, pre-established relationship, they’re high school students in a catholic school here (simeon is a teen, matching the reader (he’s not older than reader)), you and simeon are altar servers, insecure reader (projecting), the term “bride” is used but only for figurative language (not indicative of the reader’s gender), kind of Filipino AU? just written in english

synopsis: simeon is so damn pretty and nice, you think you fall short. luckily for you, he thinks otherwise, and really wants to marry you when the time comes for the both of you.

fic is under the cut!

Father as Our Witness

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“prayers again?”

you look up to meet smiling azure eyes, the black cassock reflecting in his irises. simeon was carrying togas and a coin box, and after some insistence, you took the togas from him to lighten his load. setting down the clipboard of prayers down a table, you stand up and walk with him towards the back of the chapel.

“as usual, the top of the batch got first reading. quite fitting for him, no?” you remarked bitterly.

simeon chuckles and replies, “is that jealousy i hear?”

you stay silent, shifting your attention to the people going in the chapel already. simeon gives you a gentle nudge, as if to remind you of your conversation. you sigh in defeat, swallowing your pride.

“you’re hard to be around when i feel like hating someone for having better things happen to them. in fact, i feel like i’ve done such a big sin.”

“please don’t feel bad, we all want the best for ourselves. you’re not a bad person to feel this way,” the angel reassures. “why, what’s making it hard for you to be around me when you’re feeling… that way?”

you choose your words carefully despite talking through a tough confrontation. “you don’t feel these, simeon. you’re… different. i’m petty, i’m envious of an impossible person, i’m impatient to change. simeon, i’m not the best person, and the fact that we’re together doesn’t even seem real to me.”

he doesn’t respond. you gulp down the sob building up your throat, worried about his response. the two of you reach the back of the chapel, setting down the things you two brought in its right places. your throat ached setting out those words for him. communicating was not your best suit, especially if it was about your feelings.

“i take it back, forget it, it’s wrong, i shouldn’t have thought that,” you sighed. as you smooth out the togas held by hangers, a hum of the psalms tickled your ear. simeon stands beside you, facing the altar. he pauses his song to look at you.

“love, you’re not a bad person. you’re human and i don’t judge you for that. just because i’m closer in creation to father doesn’t mean i have the right to judge you.”

you purse your lips and face nowhere, looking anywhere but the angel’s eyes. a sinner you were, and a sinner you will be. that was the truth for those around you, but why not for him? your doubt-filled heart found it hard to take that, thus you resorted to forcing out the reassuring words he gave you from yourself. an unhealthy habit you wish to unlearn for him.

“right, i’m sorry.” you pause, struggling to take the words out of your mouth. the angel smiles at you, sighing.

“nevermind that. me being an angel is quite the hindrance between us. but, even with that,” simeon continues, taking your hand in his discreetly. “prayers sound beautiful when they come out of your lips, no matter what kind. if you were a bit nicer, you’d fit right in.”

a smile formed on your lips as you shook your head. “you really have to stop being this smooth. keep being nice to me and i fear i’m going to be the red flag in our relationship, simeon.”

“and you are. do i mind? not really.”

“tch, what does that mean!”

you scoff at him and take a toga, putting it over your head. simeon pulls down the toga while you slip your arms into its sleeves. he pats down the toga along with you, straightening it out. you tie a knot to its string, and notice your undone hair in the mirror in front of you.

“ah, i’ll fix this, be right back,” you say, striding to the comfort room. simeon hums in response and goes back to the table for the offerings.

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twisting the ends of your hair as you went out, you saw simeon mingling with other altar servers about the procession. some boys helped one another put on their cassocks, while some of them joked around with some religious apparatus. simeon held a strained smile, most likely uncomfortable by their horseplay. he caught your eye and signalled the two of you to talk somewhere else. you follow him to the back of the altar to carry out the remaining things needed for the mass at the back of the chapel.

you took a cup from the cabinet and broke the silence. “hehe, i could see you wanted to tell the younger ones from playing with those. would you be annoyed if i told you i’ve done worse with them as a kid?”

“you were a kid, what did you know? but that surprises me, you didn’t strike me as a wild child. i didn’t think you even went through a childhood,” simeon replies.

“simeon, if i wasn’t smitten with you and your stupid face, i would have punched you.”

he snickered at your retort, moving you to retaliate. as he moved to nudge you, you panicked and swiped your finger in the incense, smearing a mark on his cheek. simeon scoffs and follows suit, attempting to do the same to you. you flaunt your white toga, exclaiming, “no, no! don’t do that, i have white clothes. if you smear me, i’ll blame you!”

“that’s not fair. alright,” simeon retreats, “but you owe me food later.”

you both stop your shenanigans, resuming what you two were supposed to be doing. you take out the incense and wipe the dust off its container. simeon was folding cloth needed for the mass. a few minutes later, you two head back to the back of the chapel, carrying the items you needed.

simeon walked down the aisle and you followed him.

the two of you walked in slow strides. you both had numerous religious apparatus in hand, and you did not need a lecture from your handler. at some point the aisle looked longer than usual, prompting you to look at simeon.

his hair fell down perfectly, curling slightly at the tips. his blue eyes reflected the gold of the cups he was holding and the black of his cassock. the sun seeped through the chapel’s stained windows, the light shining upon the angel, forming a halo decorated with color. you stare at him in awe, mind lost. lord, give me strength. if repenting for jealousy was something you should do to keep this angel by your side, you would do it ten times over.

unbeknownst to you, simeon has been staring at you in his peripheral vision. the white toga that cascaded over your uniform resembled you as his partner to be wed. your walk mirrored how a bride walked through the aisle in a traditional wedding. simeon had half a mind to take off the black cassock and leave his white toga on to delude himself in a picture of your wedding day. bells clamored at the back of the chapel, sun rays peeked through the stained glass, and the devotees brought flowers. his resolve met defeat, giving in to the temptation to look at you. simeon thought your envy was for naught; there was nothing more he could want from you.

“mc,” simeon murmured. “you look nice in white.” you were confused at his compliment. “thank you? haha, love what was that for?”

“i really… want to see you in this. in front of my father, our father, bearing witness to our vows. if he approves, i will flaunt you. if he does not, i will still do the same. i want to see you again in this, but in different white clothes, walking down the aisle of the church.”

simeon catches himself saying this, looking away from your gaze. “if you want to, that is. we’re still young, we don’t know the future-“

“i don’t mind, especially if it’s you.” your stomach lurched in cringe when you realized you basically said yes to his indirect proposal, but your heart fluttered at the way the angel’s expression lit up in excitement. once you both reached the back of the chapel, you set down the religious apparatus. as soon as your hands were free, simeon flung his arms around you and let out a soft laugh. the other altar boys snicker at the sight, but you couldn’t care less.

“is this your way of dealing with my insecurities?” you chuckle, pulling away to save face. “you’re overdoing it. i’m done sulking.”

simeon gives you a smile pretty enough to send you to heaven, “did it work? if you want a stronger guilt trip, you can turn to raphael. although, that would make me the jealous one.” you nudge his shoulder.

“and i’ll be the reassuring one? ah, how cute, i can imagine coaxing you to be happy again when you’re all and pouty that i’m not giving you a time of my day,” you chided.

you forget your self-deprecating episode from earlier, and go on with simeon in preparing for the mass.

#obey me #obey me simeon #obey me x reader #simeon x reader

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leggerefiore · 9 months

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Pursuit

cw: hinting at maybe an unhealthy relationship but it's volo so, sexual implications but nothing graphic

summary: Your feelings for Volo were both complicated and simple. His were much the same towards you. You both yearn for something.

pairing: Volo/Reader

Minors DNI

He was addicting, you believed.

Hating him would have been easier. It should have been easier.

Volo was an awful man, you wanted to convince yourself of that so desperately. He manipulated you; used you. He planned to kill you to achieve his goals when you dared defy him. The kindness he showed you was false. His interest in you only incurred by the fact Arceus had sent you to stop him; an interest in who Arceus would choose over him, a descendant of his true worshippers.

You laid your head on his exposed chest, listening to his heartbeat. The night air was chilly in the isolated hole the blond had taken refuge in after his failure to usurp the very deity he both hated and obsessed over. His curiosity unquenched and ever swelling. It would not be long until some other plan arose from him. You would likely have to be the one to stop him once again whenever it happened. For now, however, you wanted to enjoy these moments of just you and him. The rest of the world could be forgotten.

His pulse was calming. A reminder to both you and himself that he was just a man. He wished to be something greater, but he was nothing but another among Arceus's many creations. You dared a glance at his face. He stared up at the tent ceiling with distant, stormy eyes. His mind was elsewhere. A golden halo of his hair surrounded him on the pillow. He was memorising.

You could already hear the panic and horror from the clans and Galaxy Team should they figure out where you had been sneaking off to. Irida might daringly state, if you were that desperate for a lover, she's sure a few men would be more than willing. Adaman might be shocked into silence, while you're certain Kamado would kick you out of Jubilife again. You sighed. They could not understand your complicated feelings.

Volo was the only one who had been “truly” kind to you when you landed in this odd world. Offering you kind words, aid, and concerns. Even if they were only to stop you from further intervening in his plans, it still felt real enough. You wanted to be with him despite everything.

“Do you want to be worshipped, Volo?” you ask quietly. His distant gaze shifts onto you, hyperfocused on your words suddenly, “Or were you that desperate for any kind of attention?” Those grey eyes were a cool steel at those words.

“… I could ask you the same thing,” he snarled, “Who's to say I'm not planning on ending you here and running off with the plates and Azure Flute?” You wondered that. He could have done that many times over at this point. What stopped him? Love, you wanted to believe. Obsession more likely. The idea that he has Arceus's chosen one wrapped around his finger and coming to him whenever he called out for them. You were not stupid.

“I am,” you admitted to him plainly, “Of course, you're not my only option. Adaman would probably be honoured if I asked him out and there's always there's Ingo, he's just like me in a strange a land.” You watched as his brows furrowed together. Volo could not bear the idea of some small piece of Arceus rejecting him further. You brought a hand to his cheek. “I want you, Volo. Only you.” His eye closed.

The cold feeling of his hand grabbing your own resting on his face was startling. His eyes opened with a strange look in them. The grip on your hand was tight as he shifted your positions to him hovering above you. His hair strands tickled your face as they fell over his shoulders, hiding the rest of the world from your sight.

“I'll take all of you and leave nothing left for anyone else,” he hissed, “I'll never forgive Arceus for choosing you, and I'll leave you corrupted from what you once were.” You shuddered at his words and stared at his beautiful face. He truly was addicting. Volo was not the only with an obsession.

“I won't let you,” you challenged him. He maniacal laugh came from him as your wrists were pinned above your head. You gazed at the hickies and bite marks you had marred his perfect skin with. He had his own number on you. It was so easy to yourself in him, just as he did you. His warm body pressed against your own, the warmth of his skin flooding all your senses, alongside a distant smell of something like cologne.

All your conflicted feelings about Volo melted in the pleasure that you could only feel with him. The fears of what your allies and friends might say to you, vanquished with his simple touch; no, even just a glance at him. It was why you begged Cogita to truly tell you where he had gone. In vain, but it was not long until you felt eyes boring into you during your research tasks and a shadow haunting you at night.

Neither of you could truly stay away from each other; you existed as each other's folly.

Perhaps that was Arceus's intended plan all along.

#volo x reader #volo/reader #pokemon volo x reader #pokemon x reader #pokemon volo/reader #pokemon/reader

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cacophony-eg · 9 months

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Hehe what do you think of Season 4 Lmk?

Though I haven't watch it yet but I will watch it when there's English subtitle but If you haved already watch it what do you think? :D

I feel safe answering this now without spoiling anyone.

I really enjoyed Season 4 of LMK, like if you asked me who stole the show, I would not be able to point out just one person or pair.

I even wanna give a shout out the accounting demon, who showed off her badass side protecting Yin and Gin (I swear she’s gotta be their sister, or cousin or some kind of family member cause I can’t imagine her protecting them like that other wise. I also can’t see her being hired help either since Yin and Gin always give this kind of broke as a side walk vibe.)

MK and Monkey, these two balls of sunshine just swell my heart with so much emotions during all their shared screen time.

MK and Mei are the best lovable, supportive, goofballs around.

MK and Macaque with baby monkey had me happy flapping so much. I love how even though Macaque is on the ‘good side’ he hasn’t become goodie goodie, but still tries to help in his own ways, and even became; dare I say, comforting when he saw MK flickering between forms.

Pigsy and Tang not only get great arch’s as individuals this season, but as a pair as well. Season 3 we got to see them really supporting one another but this season showed us how deep these two are dedicated to each other. Label their relationship however you want to, but no one can deny that Pigsy and Tang care a lot about each other (and their shared love of food).

All the interactions between Past Macaque and Wukong have me crying in the corner, both in joy and in sadness.

I would say the only person out of the main cast that got the short end of the stick would be Sandy. I love Sandy but this season didn’t really let him have a chance to shine. Even the ep with past Sandy, was more about Pigsy’s development and character growth then it had to do with Sandy’s. Outside of creating a blimp for the team to travel on, Mo did more than Sandy.

Mo not only hid Tang from the remaining Brotherhood group/ thus showing Tang Azure’s true intentions but was also the one that triggered Sandy’s memories to come back. Now let that sink in… MO the CAT who I swear has Sans from Undertales transportation abilities, had more of an impact on the plot than SANDY.

Even the small cameo that the Demon Bull Family had was a lot more impactful not only to the plot but emotionally impactful as well. Like DBK is such a disastrous Bi, that loves those who can step on him. Getting to see the beginning of PIF and DBK’s romance was a treat that I’m so glad was given to us. I think PIF only had one line this whole season, but that soft loving and fearful worry as she says ‘my love’ hit me in the feels so hard. SHE ONLY HAD ONE LINE BUT THIS QUEEN MADE IT COUNT FOR SO MUCH! Then poor Red Son not only had to watch both his parents get ripped away (AGAIN!!!!) I would say he got the most horrifying sucked into the scroll scene out of anyone this season. Azure really did not hold back on his hate for BDK’s and PIF’s Son. I say this, as I’m 90% sure Azure’s hate towards Red Son is more about Red Son being a product of BDK’s and PIF’s union than about Red Son personally. (So glad the bull family was part of the beach scene at the end of the S4 special, they needed this Vacation Day just as much as he main cast. Like can we go at least one season without tearing down/apart this family that’s trying to recover from not only their individual trauma but their group trauma as well? Please!)

Also it was just so cool seeing Red and Nezha standing side by side, readying themselves for the battle to come. (Not quite as cool as the shot of Red standing side by side with Macaque, but a close second.) I have feelings and theories revolving around Nezha and this season that I will save for a later post.

Inky, or Ink MK was such a delightful addition to the antagonist group, with so much potential and versatility, that I’m hoping we see a return of them in some form or another in the coming season.

Peng was is such a fun, bitchy love to hate you character that really made the most out of every single frame they were in.

Tusk is a little harder, he really didn’t get much time to show his personality till the special. (Outside of the fact that he likes to give big hugs <3). Thankfully the special did give use a better look at Tusk, and show off not only his more reasonable side, but how deeply he cares about his friends, even after he was captured he doesn’t regret him and his friends intentions. But I feel sorry for the big guy as I feel he must be feeling retry lost now that’s Azures gone and Peng seemingly abandoned them. I bet poor Tusk didn’t put up much of a fight when he was captured, cause he probably doesn’t even know what to do with himself now that all he values so dearly is gone.

Now for Azure, sweet heaven and hell, Azure Lion. I…. I am not normal about him. I haven’t been this not normal for an LMK character since Possessed Wukong, and anyone who fallows me knows how that turned out. I’ll probably do a post just in dedication of Azure, because that lion boy has got me feeling so many feelings, but right now I am still not okay from his ending so please send Azure fanfic suggestions, to help aid in my recovery.

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anzu-kaiba · 7 months

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Azure Week 2023 "Reunion" Fanmix

Possible songs; love 'em? Hate 'em? Let me know!

I've got 27 songs that fit this year's primary theme of "reunion" and/or our seven themes:

second chances

unexpected

perspectives

promises

celebration

healing

rediscovery

I tried to get songs from either Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters' original 2000-2004 run, or from the last year (2022-2023).

And because I suck at musical discovery, I had to ask AI (Claude.ai, Bing Chat, and GPT-4+plugins) to help me out. 😆 Of course, I listened (or already know) almost all of the below songs, and think they somehow either fit Seto Kaiba, Anzu Mazaki/Téa Gardner, or their relationship in line with this year's themes.

Do you agree? Disagree? Have other song suggestions for a Throwback Track or maybe something Instrumental or International? Got a wider variety of genres than I have here (which, to be fair, skews "pop")? Suggest 'em here! Want to make cover art for this album? PLEASE DO! 🤩

The below tracks are arranged alphabetically by artist, not anything else (e.g., album, year, theme, etc.)

Try Again - Aaliyah

Hello - Adele

The Story - Brandi Carlile

Bam Bam - Camila Cabello feat. Ed Sheeran

Beautiful - Christina Aguilera

The Scientist - Coldplay

Clocks - Coldplay

One More Time - Daft Punk

Best Part of Me - Ed Sheeran feat. Yebba ← Is this like Game of Thrones, where Ed Sheeran shows up even when you don't want him to? Oh well, I liked this song. 😝

Lost Without You - Freya Ridings

2 Sides of Me - Hinder

Scars - James Bay

I Won't Give Up - Jason Mraz

The Heart of Life - John Mayer

Somewhere Only We Know - Keane

Reunion - M83

Home - Michael Bublé

I Lived - OneRepublic

Hey Ya! - Outkast

Everything About It is a Love Song - Paul Simon

Back to You - Selena Gomez

When You're Gone - Shawn Mendes

Welcome to my Life - Simple Plan

It's Been Awhile - Staind

Beautiful Day - U2

A Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton

Reunion - The xx ← Okay, yes, it's the second song with that exact same title, but at least it exists! Bing wanted me to believe Taylor Swift released a track called "Reunion" on Red (Taylor's Version), and I thought I was going crazy when I couldn't find it! 😵‍💫

If folks like these songs, I'll put the music videos up on a playlist on YouTube, and put together shareable playlists of the available songs on Apple Music, Spotify, etc.

#anzu mazaki #seto kaiba #azureshipping #yu-gi-oh #seto kaiba x anzu mazaki #seto kaiba x téa gardner #azure week #azure week 2023 #fanmix #music #playlist #téa gardner

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Armitage Summer Splash - Prompt #29

Trope: Vacation/holiday

Quote: “I never thought we would find a way to each other.”

Relationship: Thorin x reader

Rating: T

Warnings: Light angst (I promise it’s nothing! This is an otherwise very fluffy fic)

A/N: LB writing about forbidden love again? Who would have thought!

Thank you to @lathalea and @fizzyxcustard for organizing this event! Here is a summer splash for the Armitage Summer Splash 🤣 (I stole this pun from @lathalea, as well as the title lol)

You dismounted your pony just after dark, when the lavender sky had nearly faded to gray, submerging you in the peaceful silence of the warm summer night. All around you, the forest was strangely quiet, in spite of the racket made by trees, frogs and water. You were beginning to worry you had somehow gotten lost—or that he would not come at all—when, as though out of a dream, the distant echo of branches cracking under hooves reached your ears. A smile floated to your lips, and a few moments later, your lover’s familiar frame emerged from the thicket, breathtakingly regal even in his worn travelling clothes.

When you told him of your worries as he dismounted his pony, a soft smirk graced his bearded face. “I am afraid I may have gotten lost,” he responded in that deep, rumbling voice that never failed to make your whole body melt. “I hope you have not been waiting for me too long, amrâlimê.”

A blush smeared your cheeks at the intimate word which you were still not used to hearing from those tempting lips. “No, not long,” you reassured him. Then, more shyly, you took a step toward him, the smell of pine and leather and musk that was uniquely his surrounding you, and said, “Though for a moment, I worried that you would not come—that someone had discovered our plan and stopped you from leaving your Halls.”

In response, Thorin closed the space between you and brought his large, calloused hands to cradle your face.

“I thought—I thought we would never find a way to each other,” you admitted past the sudden tightness in your throat.

You noticed guilt brewing behind Thorin’s intense azure gaze, but he gave you no time to speak as he leaned his forehead against yours and spoke words that made your heart swell tenfold. “We will always find a way to each other.”

You shared a soft, languid kiss beneath the moon, quite content to remain in this embrace until the end of time, but after a while, you could not help but speak the words Thorin hated to hear, but which you knew you could not ignore.

“My father will not change his mind. He would rather die than see his only daughter wed a poor, exiled king,” you spoke bitterly, using your father’s words which you despised so. Thorin might be poor and half a world away from his kingdom, but he was still the greatest leader to have walked this earth since Durin himself, and beyond that, you loved each other more than anything, and that should have been all that mattered.

“Even if it takes years, I will never give up,” Thorin said adamantly. “I am certain there must be something I can do or offer him in return that will make him change his mind.”

I will never consent to this union unless Lord Thorin reclaims Erebor.

For months now, your father had tortured you with these words, and whenever he asked you what Thorin thought of this proposition, you would find any excuse to change the subject, because how could you ever say such a thing to Thorin? You knew what his reaction would be. He would leave straight away, regardless of the danger, and you could not risk his life even for the prospect of becoming his wife. It was torture to pretend like you meant nothing to each other in public and wait weeks, even months sometimes, to spend a few moments together. But that torture would be nothing compared to the agony of living in a world without him, you were sure of it.

As though aware of how dark your thoughts had turned, Thorin pressed his lips against yours in another tender kiss, then said, “Let us put all that aside for the moment. We escaped Ered Luin to enjoy ourselves, did we not?”

The playful smirk that accompanied those words made you blush and chuckle. Then, in what you hoped was a seductive voice, you leaned in to whisper in his ear, “I can hear water—there must be a stream nearby.”

“That sounds like a wonderful idea,” Thorin concurred. “It has been far too long since I have seen you naked, bunnelê.”

“Thorin!” You exclaimed and slapped his arm, even though your whole body grew warm instantly, and you could not deny that it had been far too long since you had seen him naked, nor that you had experienced the most scandalous and deprived dreams in your prolonged separation.

It did not take you long to find the stream. It ran through a clearing, its calm surface reflecting the starry sky and the bright full moon. The rocks on the side were still warm from the sun, and as you stepped over them and reached out toward the water, you realized with a smile that the water was just pleasantly warm.

When you turned back around to face Thorin, it was with a soft smirk as you reached for the laces of your coat. His eyes darkened considerably as he took in your every move, and when at last you freed your body from the fabric of your undergarments, exposing your curves to the silver light of the moon and Thorin’s starved gaze, he let out a low growl that made your whole body sigh with need. Heat tightened your belly, but it was the tender words Thorin whispered that brought a smile to your lips as you undressed him with careful but eager hands.

Oh, yes, it had been far too long indeed since you had rested your eyes upon your lover’s magnificent body. From his broad, powerful chest to the slim taper of his waist and his thick, muscled thighs, Thorin’s body was the body of a warrior. And yet, it aroused in you the most tender thoughts and the desire to kiss every inch of him—to be held and loved by him until the end of time. With gentle fingers, you reached out to him, the coarse hairs on his chest equally arousing and reassuring as you caressed him, revelling in the sensations you had been deprived of far too long. Your fingers skimmed over a scar he had suffered at Azanulbizar, and the sight of it propelled you to throw yourself into his arms. Every scar was a reminder you could have lost him, but they were also a reminder of how precious moments like these with him were, and you wordlessly thanked Mahal for this night and your lover. Your Thorin.

You shared a myriad of tender kisses before you led him into the water. It was cold for only the slightest moment before you acclimatized to the temperature, Thorin’s strong body against yours warming you instantly. Once you had fully submerged yourself and felt refreshed, you wrapped your arms around Thorin’s neck. His wet hair stuck to his head, water rivulets dripping from the ends to stream down the valley of his chest, and when you reached out to kiss him once more, his damp beard against yours made you shiver. When you were both breathless, you pulled away, though you remained in your tight embrace as Thorin leaned his forehead against yours, his cerulean eyes even more heavenly than the starry sky above you.

“We should come here more often,” he said, one of his large hands moving upwards from your back to caress your hair.

“You will have to help me come up with new excuses for my absences, then. I am running out of ideas,” you admitted, pressing a chaste kiss onto his lips. “Where did you say you were off to this time?”

“I told everyone I was going hunting,” he said, “though I doubt they will be pleased when they see that I have caught nothing but a beautiful dwarrowdam.”

You raised your eyebrows, trying your best not to laugh.

“That sounded better in my head,” Thorin said in response to your expression, causing you to chuckle. “I am afraid you make me lose my head, amrâlimê.”

“Then I am gladly at fault,” you replied with a soft smile before claiming his lips once more, and there was no more talking for a long while as you gave in to your longing and passion, the forest and the moon the only witnesses to your love.

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Khuzdul translations:

Amrâlimê: My Love

Bunnelê: My treasure of all treasures

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