#* JUST.... they have such different backgrounds n cultures they come from but they get each other

[carnivorarium]

MICAH AND YQ.....

[teyamsatan]

I'm All About You | Neteyam x Human!Reader

requested: yes | no - from this request

synopsis: you are a young researcher who came to Pandora to study it, to understand it, but left the RDA as soon as you discovered the endless atrocities they instigated on the planet and the beings inhabiting it. And much like his mother, Neteyam can't help fall in love with a beautiful, brave alien.

wc: 1.4k words

warnings/notes: a wee bit angst, mostly fluff, idk how to write fluff

a/n: i got the origin of the reader idea from a fic i'm working for my own OC from the Cardigan series (coming to you soon, wink wink @uniltaron), and so if you think you've seen it before when you read that one no you didn't ;). anyway thank you for requesting and hope you enjoy x

Na'vi words used: tilor - beauty

"...And he feels like home

If the shoe fits, walk it in

Everywhere you go"

"In Na'vi culture, we say each person is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among the people, after completing your Iknimaya and Uniltaron." Kiri's deep voice almost lulled you to sleep, as Tuk was carefully braiding your hair, a rite that took hours. In that time, you loved to learn as much as you could, and assimilate the culture that was so different and unknown to you, and yet felt so warm, like a ray of light peering through the clouds. 

You and Neteyam met a few months ago. You were one of the new scientists brought on Pandora to study it, to provide the necessary knowledge in order for it become the new Earth, the new home for humanity. You were a young PhD student, who showed promise back on Earth in your advanced knowledge of techniques which would be useful to the team, but your background was entirely different, so you knew next to nothing about this new, beautiful planet. Unfortunately, you became more than a little disillusioned as the harsh reality of what the RDA was really like hit you in the face like a ton of bricks. It turns out with enough hush money and resources, it was easy enough for them to conceal the truth about what they were doing here and how they were doing it. How much murder, how much chaos, how much hurt they unleashed everywhere they went, how their palaces were made of bones stuck together by the blood of the natives and the beings of the planet. 

You left as soon as you could, sneaking out in the middle of the night, praying you won't get eaten by a Thanator, hoping you could somehow run into one of the humans you now knew were still residing here, one of the members of Grace Augustin team's, the people you were previously told had died being attacked by the "savage, uncooperative" Omatikaya. 

You didn't run into them, but you did run into a man. A Na'vi man that almost killed you, and would have probably been more than justified to do so, but decided otherwise when Woodsprites surrounded you, just like they had his dad some 20 years ago. He couldn’t - it was a sacred sign, and it felt like fate. Instead, he brought you back to the village. You were given a place in the clan and in the adjacent labs when you told Jake Sully, the Olo’eyktan and the most wanted man alive, the truth. He believed you, and the Tsahik believed Eywa’s signs.  Since then, you have been learning as much as you could about the Na’vi and the Omatikaya, from anyone who was willing to help you. The Sully kids took a liking to you, and so did Norm and Max. But none of them quite like the oldest Sully - Neteyam. 

Ever since your fateful first meeting, Neteyam has been drawn by your presence, so new and different, so intriguing to him. You were the first human he’s met since he was young, the only new human he’s seen that was good, that didn’t want to kill them or harm them or hurt their planet. You left and abandoned everything you knew, everything you thought would keep you safe in order to do the right thing, and Neteyam loved that. He couldn’t help the way his being gravitated to yours, and he couldn’t help falling in love with you. The scientists always said Neteyam was a carbon copy of his mother, and they laughed when they realised that was yet another way in which that was the case. A Na’vi warrior, strong and mighty, with a soft spot for a clumsy, unknowing, brave human. 

“There, you’re all done. You’re so beautiful I could cry!” Tuk didn’t cry, but you almost did, as the small girl, who was the same height as you, always treated you so nicely, always welcomed you with open arms and an open heart.

“Do you want to see if Neteyam’s back from his hunt?” You nodded sheepishly, and took her hand in yours as Kiri guided you through the undulating paths of the village. Your Na’vi was getting better, you thought enthusiastically, as you could more easily pick out what some of the Na’vi women sitting in front of one of the tents were talking about animatedly.

“I can’t believe they let another demon walk among us. Her smell makes me want to throw up. You know they are saying the Olo’eyktan’s son will pick her as a mate? How is that even possible? It would be an abomination, like she is.” 

Kiri’s eyes snapped in the direction of the offenders as soon as yours fell to the floor, blurred from the tears spilling on the wet ground like endless cascades. You felt yourself withdraw into your own body, as you always did when hurt got the better of you, and your hand slipped from Tuk’s as you turned on your heels and ran back into the tent you just exited, shutting the flap as well as you could, hoping this way, you could keep the people and the thoughts that plagued you out of your life, and your mind, forever.

It wasn’t long before a tall, blue form appeared in your tent, as Eclipse settled in the nature all around you. Neteyam sighed as he approached your body, huddled in a foetal position in the hammock that he slept in most nights, when he wasn’t in your room back in the lab. It might as well be your own hammock, to be honest, and if police were to dust for prints, you would definitely be the number one suspect in its ownership. 

“Ma tìlor…” Without another word, he joined you in the hammock, and nestled you in his chest, his hands caressing the skin on your back and arms, the motion calming your nerves and ceasing the booming of your heart. His touch always had the power to do that, and you were grateful. Grateful for him, grateful to him. 

“They hate me. The clan hates me.” Neteyam scoffed, rolling his eyes and kissing the top of your head affectionately. “Let them. Vanara, Hiwi and Rìt'e are mean girls, jealous, bitter girls. They have been after me and my brother since they were young, because they all want to be Tsa’hik, they all want the status that comes with being mated to the sons of the Olo’eyktan. You are silly if you think their word or opinion should matter.” 

“It does matter, Neteyam! It matters because they’re not the only ones who think that way. The downside of learning Na’vi is that I can finally hear people’s opinion of me. I can finally understand what they say behind my back. And you know what’s the worst of it all? That they’re right!” You burst out crying once more, holding onto him like he was a life jacket in the middle of the ocean.

“Why are you here? Why would you ever want to be with me? Why would you ever ever consider choosing me as your mate? I’m nothing. I’m a human. I won’t be able to bond with you, I’m never going to be able to be born again as one of the people. I’m small and insignificant, and you are everything, and I just -“

You could barely see Neteyam through the now fogged up mask covering your face, but you felt him, his hand willing you to look up at him, his braids falling carelessly in front of his face, his heartbeat strong and rapid in his chest that you were snug against.

“You are someone who left the comfort of your home, everything you ever worked for, everything you thought you knew at the first sign of injustice. You are kind, and sensitive and empathetic to everyone around you. You are brave, and strong. You are capable and skilled, you are so intelligent, and so, so beautiful. Your eyes sparkle brighter than the star you came from, and your smile makes the sun feel dim and dull by comparison. You came to me like in a dream, like a gift from Eywa herself. That’s why I chose you. Because there’s no one else. Because, like my mother, I can’t seem to stay away from amazing, strange, lovable aliens.” 

“Now, can we please go to the lab so I can take this mask off and kiss you?”

taglist: @fanboyluvr

[tiajk]

We are family

Okay so i’ve been in love with maze runner and avatar for so long so im gonna make a crossover of it

Warnings: angst, fluff, daddy issues, death, and I haven’t watched the second avatar so bear with me if things are wrong

Avatar x fem reader x maze runner

So basically you were jakes daughter before he went to pandora him being in the marines involved guarding WICKED for some dumb reason that's when he meet your mother she was a scientist at WICKED and they slept together which resulted you into being born

He left before he found out and 2 years later he lost his legs and your mother tired to protect you but you were the perfect test subject knowing your parents background it would be a perfect opportunity

They killed your mother after she tried to protect you from being in the maze being there subject but of course you didn't remember

But when you arrived in the maze you were determined to become a runner being curious you got that from both of your parents

Being the keeper of runner with minho which you had a crush on for about a month now

When you guys were in the maze and you almost got cut off because the sections were changing after you had gotten out of that situation you confessed to him and he returned the feelings and you guys started dating after that

Newt had been your number one shipper since day one he had loved you and minho interactions so when you guys came back into the glade holding hands and looking at each other with love in your eye he gave you and minho a smirk along with the lines of saying “I told you”

You rolled your eyes at him you may or may have not ranted to newt your best friend about how you didn’t think minho would ever like you back

Now time skip to when thomas came into the maze you nudged newt “he looks like someone you would date” he pushed you away as a joke he had came out to you over a year ago but he knew you were right about a following week he had told you he had a crush on thomas then you being the cupid you are setting them up 2 weeks later

^ so i just acted like thomas was there for 3 months instead of 3 days just to make sure it's clear

But anyways continuing from when thomas came up and he was trying to go towards the maze you had stopped him instead of gally and a lot less rougher “ woah there greenie you can’t go there your not a runner” Que minho coming through and ben still running off and making that comment towards chuck minho grabbing your waist and giving you a back hug saying “new greenie huh?” you nodded “yeah tried to go into the maze but lucky i stopped him before the doors close”

But anyways after yall escaped the maze they called you sully which you were confused they had told you it was your last name your response was “hm y/n sully has a ring to it”

But when they took minho you guys spent months tracking him you going crazy because minho the love of your life might be dead you guys knew you had to go to pandora you never heard of it before but you knew it would be worth it

Since the trip was 5 years you spent the time studying learning about the na’vi culture and about your mother your father was unknown but your mother you learned everything you could about her

When you finally arrived you saw the na’vi you knew they were huge giants even you guys had made you plan to get minho there

For some reason all the new gens could breathe the air so there was no need for the mask

You were in the jungle one day with the gang you wanted to take a break since the tracking minho's train at the perfect time was getting tiring

Until you heard voices in the forest something along the lines of “show me your fingers” you guys were always harmed you were on a completely different planet you saw the hostages and you turned to thomas, newt and brenda saying “we have to help them”

They agreed you shot your guns at them taking down the people that help the navi that were captured run away and you didn't want to be mean but you grabbed their tails and told them “run” they obeyed you even though you were human so you guys ran and ran

You guys were runners back in the maze so you guys could run for a long time even out running the navi surprisingly

After being out of harm's way you stopped trying to catch your breath they were shocked thoughts going through their head why have you helped them, were you with the RDA or WICKED

Tuk being the sweet little angel said “thank you” you smiled “no problem we know what it's like to be hostages”

Neteyam and Lo’ak shared a look WICKED Neteyam was first to speak up “so who are you” trying his best in english

You realized it all of you shared a look with newt thomas and brenda “Im y/n sully these are my friends thomas newt and brenda”

Kiri looked at you “your a sully” you were confused like really confused now “yeaaa”

Tuk went and hugged you she was 5’7 (that's what i heard) her being taller/smaller/the size height as you saying “your our sister” You coughed “Uhm i don't think so”

They had brung all 4 of you to there home you got stares from everyone they started talking in their language saying “Outsiders” “sky-people” “Jake will be upset” “Killers in our home” brenda asked you what they were saying you told her “bullshit things

The kids that lead you here were looked at in shock in what you assume from their parents then them yelling at them in their language the exact words being “You being these sky-people here they could be apart of the RDA they could be aparat of WICKED they could kill us all now that you have brought us here” you wanted to chime in but its not your place

Thomas and newt were holding hand getting worried brenda whispered to you “n/n its not looking good we should go”

You nodded you and the others stared or attempted to walk away when a blue hand grabbed your arm gently you looked up at who it was it was kiri “listen to her dad she could help us and the others” she looked down at you with home when you looked in front of you you saw the parents looking at you waiting for a explanation you nodded

The gang stood there trying to make a decision whether to try and run or corporate you grabbed newts hand a single as “its okay we're safe”

You took a breathe “My name is y/n sully I came to pandora about a month ago my friend was kidnapped by WICKED they hurt us abused us all so they could find a cure to this disease because were immune we saw your children in the forest help captive we helped them escape but we couldn’t save this human boy we mean no harm to your people or your home but they brought us here i dont know why but we won’t ever bother you again we just want to save our friend and go home”

You looked at the gang thomas and you were so immature at times and this was one of those times he was trying to hold back his laugh you were never so serious so it was funny to him you stuck your tongue out at him

The really big blue man came to you “im thankful you saved my children but your name repeats it for me?” you raised an eyebrow “ Y/n sully why?” he sighed “my name is jake sully” it all made sense on your mothers profile it never said anything about your father just that he was in the marines he spoke again “can you remeber anything that your mother told you about your father growing up anything at all” you laughed “No i can’t because i was in the maze for 3 years they wiped out memories tried to kill us murder us but if your my father fuck you”

You had turned away not knowing how to feel in the moment this man might be your father and everything is at risk right now

[mexsia]

Extraterrestrial Life forms like Maple Syrup. (🇨🇦’s Version)

During a really hot summer in Manitoba Canada, an Aboriginal family from the Turtle tribe that lived in Manitoba, was in a picnic near one of the many lakes in Manitoba. Which one would be is regardless, for a Refugee family from Ukraine also came to have a picnic and started to establish a conversation with the Cree family.

Then, a bigger family from Colombia who just became permanent residents, came to celebrate their victory in being able to stay permanently in Canada.

The three families began to talk with each other and the children begin to play among each other despite their differences in language, culture and knowledge.

Suddenly, something made a huge boom above the sky.

*BOOOOOOOM!!!*

The three families from different backgrounds quickly looked up to the sky as they gathered the children altogether and in place. Next thing they knew was that some kind of weird flying disk came down like an asteroid on fire towards the ground.

Seeing as the weird thing in the sky came quickly down towards them, the Colombians, knowing way too much thanks to the U.S movies—or as they called them “gringo movies”— they quickly made the other adults react and made everyone run for their lives and the weird disk came crashing in the exact same disk the three families were having their picnics.

One of the oldest Colombian children had to give his smaller sibling five bucks, for the little one had guessed that something completely unexpected would happen. And it did.

While the Colombian mom and the Colombian dad were checking that everyone was here and the Ukraine adults were contacting 911, The Cree mother started to get close to the strange disk that was now stuck on the ground. The disk was literally like the stereotypical U.F.O that was seen in the old movies and videos, just three times bigger. And in real life. And the size was like over three middle-class houses or even a whole school. The women who got close to the thing couldn’t really tell. But it was really big.

‘Well, the 911 hanged up on me.’ The Ukraine father said with frustration.

‘¡Oh por Dios! ¿¡Y que se supone que vamos hacer!?’ The Colombian mother asked really freaked out. She was a believer of god but mind open, but she was also pregnant with her fourth child and the hormones were not helping her. ‘¿¡N-nos Matarán?! O-’ the Colombian father had to hug her and calm her down because she was literally screaming her lungs out in Spanish. This was definitely not a moment to panic. Not yet.

The Cree mother, along with her husband and children, they got close, and just as the Cree woman was about to touch the strange thing, the big-disk-thing started to open up.

*FSSSSSSSS!!* A door started to pop up and it started to open and coming down.

The Cree husband acted quickly and took his family with the other families screaming, ‘THEY’RE COMING OUT, HIDE!!’

They didn’t need to be told twice as they also saw the door of the disk open up and come all the way down making a bridge for whatever came out could walk without lo much trouble.

The families didn’t know what to expect, but they certainly did not expected some kind of mutant-bee-rhino-of-eight-limbs-without-wings come down with strange suits on them.

They seem to walk like a four legged animal, but unlike four legged animals, these species had a dorso like a centaur and had four arms with three finger each hand. They had two pairs of antenas on the head, and a stinger-bee-like on what it seemed to be the butt. Whether they were female or male it was unknown or at least unrecognizable. For the humans at the very least.

One child of each family, a little sweet girl of five years old from the Cree family, a shy little boy of seven from the Ukraine family, and a little “demonio” (demon in Spanish) from the Colombian family, had either the courage or the stupidity or the innocence to walk up to the strange “aliens” that just came to earth.

The Aliens looked at the children—or as they called them “larvae”— and the children looked at them.

There were three aliens in total, it seemed that they were all the same specie, for the children and the rest of the human families at the very least. The aliens on the other hand, they seem to be quite surprised for this, they see that each “larvae” was the same kind of especie, but they also can see a lot of differences which for them it was extremely difficult to process, since not many sentinent species were different from each other.

The Colombian mom, being the bravest and the most agressive along with the Cree mother, they both screamed the names of the children out loud while the other adults made improvised weapons just in case.

The aliens became alert as they heard the strange “cry” and they soon found out that the “larvae” did not lived on their own. But rather, they were being protected by the adults of their species.

The children suddenly came running to their mothers and the fathers putted themselves in front of the rest of the others.

The Ukraine mother started calling the police, while skipping the details of the agresors being “aliens” she asked for help, for she felt they were in danger.

The aliens on the other hand, they just standed there. Unable to comprehend the speaking and body language from the new species they encountered. But from what they could gather, the new species were sentinent, like them.

The leader of the alines tried to present itself, but the new encountered species seem to have become extremely scared as they heard him talk.

Or as the humans would say, heard him scream.

Not knowing what to do, one of the Leader’s subordinates finds a strange bottle dropped and still intact. As he picked up, she saw a strange liquid inside, and a strange decorative sticker in the form of a strange leaf of orange color.

The subordinate checked whether it was secure or poisonous with his futuristic technological scanner stocked in his head, the scanner concluded that it wasn’t poisonous, but rather, it was very nutritious for her own specie. The subordinate liked the “nutricious” part and tried to open it up. But it wouldn’t.

The other subordinate looked at him confused.

The subordinate #1 gave the bottle while quickly telling him the nutricous factor. Subordinate #2 tried to open the bottle quickly but couldn’t either.

The leader was still trying to find a way to communicate with the strange creatures when he notice that all of them were paying attention to something else, and when he saw where they were looking, the leader concluded that it was someone else.

{What are you doing?!} the leader asked somewhat angry and embarrassed that his subordinates were literally fighting for a “simple” bottle.

{We’re trying to open up this bottle! It won’t open!} Subordinate #2 exclaimed as he was pulling the bottle’s body away from subordinate #1.

{I-It’s too powerful!} Subordinate #1 exclaimed as he was pulling the bottle’s cap without being able to open it up either.

The leader became even more frustrated. {What’s so important in that bottle that—}

{High levels of Glucose and Fractose!!} Both subordinates exclaimed as they made ven more effort.

{. . . What?!} The leader was shocked.

In their planet, their nutrients were based on Protein, Glucose and Fractose. Protein wasn’t the issue but Glucose and Fractose was another thing. There was a glucose and Fractose drought among their civilization. Which was bad as they needed both to survive. Especially their offspring whose diet was based off mainly from these two things.

If the leader was able to make a friendship with these creatures, they could save the dying offspring. But the lack of communication was something troublesome.

‘Ejem.’ Someone made a noise behind them.

The three aliens turned around and they saw the small little boy with strange hat on his head (Mariachi hat in other words).

The boy extended his hand and looked at the bottle. The aliens must have thought that it belonged to him so, with reluctancy, they gave him the bottle.

The boy smiled smugly as made the cap of the bottle spin for a few second and it lifted up opening the bottle.

For the humans, it would have been embarrassing, but for the aliens it was impressive, especially if it was a “larvae” that opened up.

As for the human families, even though they were still wary of the aliens, it seem to curious them as they seem to be fond of the maple syrup. And the organic one.

Soon, the police arrived, in shock, they called the military, the military numb founded and called the Interpol, the Interpol escorted the aliens and the three families while calling the Canadian Prime Minister, the UN president and the UN president came with the representative of humanity Mazlan Othman.

The three families came along the three aliens to meet the Canadian Prime Minister, UN president and humanity’s representative.

Long story short, they were able to make a machine that could translate each others words thanks to the help of the aliens—or as they call themselves “Kruch-ëđbæl-ù”— and they were able to make negotiations with the Canadian government and come with a trade with maple syrup in exchange of a little knowledge in future technology.

Soon, humanity was able to learn the diet of these creatures and when they learned that the offspring of the Kruch-ëđbæl-ù were in danger, it didn’t take long before a lot of countries signed up to help them.

But most of the help came from Canada, who had large resources of maple syrup and honey ready to be sold.

The Kruch-ëđbæl-ù quickly called their leaders and told them that they had large amounts of fructose and glucose ready to take home, but they needed help for it.

The back up didn’t take long to arrive, and with them a lot of their most sick and hungry offspring. It was dangerous for an offspring to be far away from their progenitors, but these were extreme times and the offspring couldn’t wait anymore. They had to eat.

As soon as the Kruch-ëđbæl-ù offspring were full and ready to go home, the back up and the three scouts took the large amounts of maple syrup and honey while promising to come with the technology knowledge as soon as the rest of theirs offsprings were saved.

Humanity understood and let them leave.

The Canadian government gave the Mexican family and the Ukraine family their nationalities as a reward for helping the aliens find the thing they needed. The Cree family received money, land, and scholarships for their kids as their reward which was greatly appreciated.

Who would have thought that a simple picnic with pancakes and maple syrup would have make them heroes?

The End.

[inbetweenhours]

another wip doodle from the art folder! I probably actually wont finish this one, it was just musings about season 1 Flower Husbands Arranged Marriage au bullet fic plot I was playing with

There’s a lot that goes into this au but these moment was fun to me mostly because it was an excuse to think about the cultural differences in cuisine and fashion between the Ocean Empire and Rivendell. I wont get into the whole au here but the idea is that Scott marries Jimmy to cement an alliance between The Ocean Empire and Rivendell, where before they had been on tense terms. Bellow I’ll talk a bit more about this scene but uhh, otherwise enjoy! :]

 Scott ends up living in the Ocean Empire post wedding and is entirely out of his depths doing his best to not have anything go wrong. He doesn’t want to cause any issues in the Ocean Empire to make them dislike Rivendell any more than they do, and he equally he is trying to prove his family wrong about his own restraint. (There's a lot of complicated background politics going on I wont explain here unless someone really wants to know). 

The seablings are both pretty unsure of Scott as he seems as cold and standoffish as the other elves they’d seen. Its during this scene over dinner, the day directly following the wedding and the first meal that Scott is having since his family and any Rivendell peoples that had come for the wedding have begun the journey home, leaving him for the first time completely alone without his culture. For the wedding there had been an effort to have Rivendell cuisine involved. For this dinner there is no such thing,. The dinner is entirely seafood and other Ocean Empire cuisine.

Everyone seated at dinner is awkward. The seablings chat as usual as thy can, Jimmy tries really hard to engage with Scott but Scott is just really unresponsive to a lot of it, as he has been since they’ve met. It’s given Lizzie a bad feeling. Scott hardly touches any of the food, making no effort to fill his plate and instead just observes as the seablings do. Jimmy at some point finally asks Scott if he’s doing alright, Lizzie makes a semi snarky comment about if the food is up to his standard under her breath. Scott, to his extreme embarrassment, admits to Jimmy he has no clue what any of the food he’s looking at even is, much less how to eat it given how easily the seablings pick at things with their fingers, breaking things open or dipping vs using utensils n such. Generally its just one massive confusion for him and he was hoping he could just watch and figure it out.

Jimmy takes this as the opportunity he’s been trying to get to kind get along with Scott, and jumps to help. Pointing at various things and picking them up, filling Scotts plate with him and without a hint of hesitation offering  various pieces of food to him from his own fork. Scott doesn't have the energy to be any more embarrassed and just takes the help thankfully. This is the first real boning moment for them outside of the wedding stress and its the first time Lizzie sees Scott as more of a person and less of a threat. He’s doing his best, he’s just entirely a fish out of water here and needs a bit of guidance. They’ll be okay.

This au is way more complicated than this, with various politics going on with not just Th Ocean Empire and Rivendell, but mentions of their allies. The Stag Gods and their champions and how they work in this au. The intentions behind the wedding on both ends and how that affects the two princes. etc etc, there's a lot happening. But its broken up but Scott and Jimmy genuinely getting to know each other and share in each others cultures. So Its fun :]

[rubyreduji]

Wildest Dreams — xmh [thirteen.]

summary: say you'll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset

tags: smut (minors dni!), angst, movie star!au warnings: cheating, explicit unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, tub sex wc: 4.1k an: writing the characters to directly quote the song lyrics is kinda cringe LOL but also cringe culture is dead. anyways i am sorry for the angst, at least i didn’t make minghao an asshole like i was planning on so be grateful /hj

m.list

“Y/N-ah.”

You’re standing near one of the marble pillars in the ballroom. Around you there are tall walls that connect to intricate ceiling designs. The chattering of everyone around you drones on in the background. The room is warm from all of the bodies.

When you glance to the side you see Xu Minghao staring at you.

Minghao is your most recent co-star in the movie you just filmed. He’s tall and handsome and apparently very popular in China and Korea. He has been rapidly gaining a US following as well, making him the best candidate to be your love interest in your upcoming romance film.

“Minghao. Hello.”

You have a confession to make. Minghao drives you crazy. Not in the ‘I want to rip his hair out’ way but in the ‘I think I’ll die if I don’t rip his clothes off in the next ten seconds’ way. From the moment you met the chemistry was apparent between you two and you fell for him right away.

You’ve never been interested in your co-stars before but Minghao is different. You find yourself wanting him with every fiber of your being. The numerous sex scenes you had to film didn’t make it any better either. 

“What are your plans now that we’ve finished filming early?” Minghao asks you. He’s dressed up for the wrap-up party you guys are at. Known for his fashion taste his outfit stands out from everyone else’s with his silken black shirt and designer blazer. His hair is uncharacteristically styled back, unfamiliar to the long mullet he had during filming. You think he looks ethereal. The chandelier hits across his face and he glows.

“Probably go back home. Rest a bit. Talk to my agent about my next project.” You shrug before looking at one of the paintings that adorn the wall. “Wait for promotions to start.”

“Come with me.”

“What?” You whip back around to look at the man. He’s staring into your soul. For the movie he wore blue contacts but now his natural brown eyes are staring at you. They’re deep and intense.

“If you’re not busy, come with me.” 

He doesn’t explain more but you understand. 

“What if we just left.”

“Excuse me?” You look over at your co-star. You two are off set, waiting for the lighting or whatever to be fixed.

“I’m tired of this. What if we just left, got out of this down. Just kept driving until we were out of the city, away from all of this, all the crowds,” Minghao says, a bit wistfully. “Just you and me.”

At the time you just brushed him off, acted like he was just joking; being the same sassy, annoyed Minghao as normal. Now you understand what he wants though. What he meant that day.

Minghao is still staring at you and you realize you haven't answered him yet.

It’s a bad idea. You know it’s a bad idea. You should say no, but then again, when are you ever going to get this chance again? With the last thought that Heaven can’t help you now, you nod at the man and he grins.

The drive is fairly quiet as you and Minghao drive away from the filming location. He takes you up into the mountains to a secluded cabin. Despite only a few words being traded while you were driving, the moment you two get into the cabin your hands are on each other.

You press Minghao up against the door and even though you’re the one pinning him, he’s still very much in control. He has a strong grip on the back of your head as he pulls you deeper into the kiss. You melt into his touch. Kissing him like this is different than when you were filming. It was just acting back then, nothing but professional, but now it’s real. Real feelings, real emotions, real passion.

Finally you two break apart, breathless. Minghao recouperates first. “Go slip into something nice. I’ll make us dinner.”

You two break away from each other and you make your way through the house and to the master bedroom. Inside you run yourself a bath before stripping down and sinking into the tub. As you relish in the hot water around your body you think about your situation.

Xu Minghao wants to spend the weekend with you. Spend the weekend with you doing erotic and romantic activities. You can barely believe it.

When you decide you’ve soaked for long enough you get out and dry yourself off. You dig through your suitcase and pick out a beautiful slip dress and a pair of heels before doing your makeup and heading downstairs.

You find Minghao on the balcony. He’s set up a table with lots of food and he himself has changed into a suit. When you walk onto the porch he greets you with a long kiss before helping you into your chair.

You look over off the balcony to the scenery, where it looks down into the valleys. It’s a beautiful view as the sun starts to set. The oranges and yellows and reds mixing together to paint the sky golden. A warm breeze blows by as you hum.

“This is lovely Minghao,” you say softly, too afraid that it will all disappear if you’re too loud.

“All for you,” Minghao says. He reaches across the table and grabs your hand. “You look lovely Y/N.”

You two start to eat your dinner and as you do you fall into a comfortable conversation. It’s exactly what you’d imagine a date with Minghao to be like. His persona is different from the one he keeps while on set. He’s more open, more smiley. His giggles are music to your ears that you want to keep on repeat.

When dinner is finished Minghao grabs your hand and pulls you into him, swaying your bodies a bit. There’s no music but Minghao hums under his breath and you two dance together. The moment feels too real, too nice. You stare at Minghao and the way the golden sky shines against his face.

Without a word you cup his face and pull him into a kiss. Minghao reciprocates, pressing himself against you, deepening your kiss. When you pull away you stare up at him.

“Minghao…” He looks down at you, reading your eyes, and he understands what you’re trying to say. Trying to communicate. Trying to tell him your feelings for him. That you want this to be more than just a weekend, more than just a one time thing.

“I can’t,” Minghao whispers. “I- I have someone waiting for me, back in China.”

“O-oh.” You pull away from him, or at least try, because he won’t loosen his grip on you. “Minghao please.”

“No. I won’t let you go. I’m sorry Y/N, I really am. Don’t think I don’t want to, but there are just some things that can’t be helped. Arranged marriages and fame and parents and companies. Trust me, I wish it was different too.” Minghao slips a hand onto the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your jaw. “Please, just give me this weekend.”

You feel like crying, wrapped up in Minghao arms as he stares at you expectantly, pleadingly. Something about this situation makes it even worse than if it was just a one time thing, if there were no feelings involved for him.

You swallow thickly. “Promise me one thing?”

“Anything.”

“Say you’ll remember me. Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, just like this. That you don’t forget this moment. Say that you’ll hold this close to your heart, the same way I will,” you say, your voice trembling a bit, just barely above a whisper. “Please remember me. Even if it’s just in your wildest dreams.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to forget you even if I tried,” Minghao tells you back. He presses a long, slow kiss to your forehead.

You let the tears spill now. There are too many words left unsaid, but you both still know what each other means. You think about how you’ll have to see him again, after all of this, and pretend you’re not in love with him. That he’s not in love with you. That you’ll have interviews and promotions and screenings to go to and you’ll have to force yourself to not think about him in the way you really want to. Minghao holds your hand in his and brings it up to rest between your chests, right in between your beating hearts.

“No one has to know what we do. This is just you and me right now,” you say. “Nobody else.”

“I want you Y/N,” Minghao tells you. A part of you believes he means it in more than one way. You both know he can’t have you like that though, so you’ll just do your bests to have each other in the only way you can.

It doesn’t take long for Minghao to have your dress thrown onto the bedroom floor as you lay spread against the bed. Minghao’s mouth is on your body, pressing hot kisses onto your warm skin. He’s stripped down to just his pants now as he hovers over you. He presses another kiss onto your ribs.

“H-hao,” you gasp out, “please touch me.”

Minghao doesn’t respond, he just slides his hand up your bare thigh and presses his fingers against your clothed clit. He rubs gentle, slow circles into the bud, giving you some release, but not enough. He paws his free hand at your bra, pushing it up a bit to reveal your areola. He bends down to kiss at your nipple. He flicks his tongue over it and you gasp and buck your hips up into his hand.

“You make the prettiest nosies,” Minghao murmurs. He moves up your body so he can kiss you on the lips this time. His fingers still press into you as he kisses you. Your lips move against each other’s in sync, taking your time with the kiss. You savor the slow kiss, taking time to remember the way Minghao tastes.

As you kiss his fingers push your panties aside and he slips one into you. He swallows up your moan and starts to pump his finger in and out of you, his thumb moving up to play with your clit. When you gasp again Minghao takes this moment to grab your lip between his teeth, pulling gently at it. It surprises you how much you like the feeling of it. Enough that it gets you wet enough that Minghao can slip two more fingers into you.

He’s steadily thrusting into you now, his fingers curling up into your g-spot. Your body is thrumming with pleasure as he continues to finger you. You’re squirming a bit but it doesn’t deter Minghao from the task at hand. His mouth is now on your neck, sucking where you’re most sensitive.

“C’mon baby, let go for me,” Minghao mumbles.

With a slew of Minghao’s name on your lips you let that tight coil inside of you snap and you spasm against Minghao’s digits. He continue to fuck you through it until you’re panting and your body goes limp against the bed.

“So good for me. You look so pretty like this Y/N,” Minghao tells you as he kisses your forehead. “Do you need to rest, or can I eat you out? I wanna taste you so bad.”

“Please, eat me out Hao,” you say. Minghao hums and presses one more kiss to your lips before slipping down between your legs.

He spreads your thighs apart a bit more before leaning down and licking a stripe up your slit. After he attaches his lips to your clit, sucking at the bud and flicking his tongue over it. The stimulation is intense having just orgasmed, but it’s not overbearing, just enough to still be pleasurable.

Minghao’s hands knead at your thigh fat as he sucks on you. Your hands grip at the bedsheets and your legs tighten around his head. Minghao just pulls your thighs apart again and dives in even more, his tongue dipping into your entrance as he does. You can feel his nose bumping up against your clit as his tongue explores your insides. 

His lips work in tandem with his tongue, making out with your pussy and shooting bliss throughout your veins. Due to your sensitivity from your previous climax it doesn’t take you long to fall apart on Minghao’s tongue, your legs shaking as you do. Minghao coos at you the whole time, showering you with praise as you work through your high.

Your mind is fuzzy as your body relaxes against the mattress again. You feel Minghao move around and even clean you up a bit before moving to lay beside you, bringing you closer to him so you’re bundled up in his arms.

“Hao,” you whine, “let me take care of you.”

“Not right now love, okay? We have all weekend. I just want to hold you right now.” And well, you can’t exactly turn that down.

“Y/N.” You feel someone shake your body a bit. You crack an eye open to see Minghao standing over you. He doesn’t have a shirt on and he’s holding a tray in his hands. It takes you a few moments more to fully wake up and sit up but when you do Minghao is placing the tray in your lap. On the tray is an assortment of breakfast foods and drinks.

“Minghao, this is so sweet. Thank you.” The man leans down so you can give him a kiss. The traitorous part of your mind reminds you that you can’t have this everyday, no matter how much you yearn for it. Luckily the optimistic part of your brain shoots the thought down, wanting to just enjoy this moment while it lasts. “I can’t eat this all by myself though. Will you help me?”

And that’s how you and Minghao spend your morning, feeding each other and trading kisses as you do.

After breakfast you two take a shower together. Nothing funny happening, just genuine showering and enjoying each other’s presence. Minghao helps you shampoo your hair and you wash his back. The moment is sweet and domestic and when you go to dry off Minghao wraps you up in a big fluffy towel and kisses you before wrapping himself in a towel as well.

You two get dressed before heading down to the living room. Minghao grabs a handful of blankets while you pick a movie for you two to watch. Watching movies as a movie star is difficult because every movie either has you in it, or someone you know. Not to mention all of the drama you know about each movie. Luckily you settle for a film that has neither of you in it and is old enough that it’s out of your generation of movies.

Not that it matters much though because about twenty-five minutes into the movie Minghao is pressing kisses against your neck and shoulder. His hands trail up and down your stomach, under your shirt, as he does.

Instead of berating him you just tilt your head to the side to give him better access. Minghao takes the hint and starts to put more intention behind his actions. His hands slide up to your breasts and he squeezes your supple flesh. You don’t have a bra on so you can feel his long, thin fingers digging into your skin directly. His thumb brushes up against your nipple and you release a low whine.

You can’t take it anymore and you climb into Minghao’s lap, straddling his thighs. You connect your lips together and Minghao kisses you back. You two slowly make out as Minghao’s hands continue to play with your chest, making you damp between your legs. 

“Hao, I need you,” you say, a bit breathless.

“I’ve got you baby.”

Minghao reaches between you and helps you pull off your shorts and panties before removing his own pants and underwear. You’re wet enough that Minghao can just line himself up and have you sink down onto him. You both groan at the feeling. Minghao’s cock is long and you can feel it reaching deep inside of you.

“You feel so tight around me,” Minghao says. “Feels so good baby.”

You take a moment to adjust fully before you press your hands onto Minghao’s shoulders and start to move up and down a bit. You take your time as you roll your hips against his. Minghao’s hands are planted on your hips, helping you move.

You two are fully entranced in one another. Nobody else exists let alone matters right now as you two take pleasure in one another.

You start to get impatient and you can tell Minghao is too so you start to pick up your pace until you’re fully bouncing in his lap, his cock hitting deep inside of you in all the right places. You’re panting as you fuck yourself on his dick. Minghao doesn’t look much better, his eyes hazy as he stares up at you.

“I’m so close,” you mumble. “So, so close.”

Minghao takes this as his time to start touching you between your legs. He rubs at your clit quickly, bringing a whole new sensation to your body. It doesn’t take long for you to clamp down onto him and release. You whine loudly as you hit your high. Your lover isn’t father behind as he quickly pulls you off of him so he can spurt his cum against your stomachs.

You bring Minghao into another kiss that you two continue until the cum gets to gross you and move to clean it up. When you’re done cleaning up Minghao pulls you back onto the couch and you two take a nap, cuddled up in each other’s arms.

When you wake up in the morning you realize it’s your last day to spend with Minghao. You stare at the man sleeping peacefully next to you. His face is fully relaxed and his black locks frame his face gently. He looks like an angel. You want to touch his face, to rub your thumb over his cheek, but you don’t want to disturb his slumber. Instead you just stare at him, trying to commit everything to memory.

Last night you and Minghao made dinner together but didn’t eat much before you two were heading up to the bedroom. Minghao ate you out again before fucking you gently against the mattress, laving you with praise and euphoria. You’re sure that you now have marks littering your skin where he kept nipping at you. Not that you mind, even more to help remember him bye.

“Good morning,” Minghao mumbles. His eyes are still closed but his arms wrap around you tighter.

“Good morning.” You can’t help the small twinge of sadness that hints in your voice. 

“Stop thinking. Just enjoy this.”

“Okay,” you whisper and allow yourself to enjoy the moment.

“M-ming-minghao,” you cry out. Tears are falling freely from your eyes.

Minghao is pistoning into you, his hand on your throat as he does. He’s already made you cum three times now and it doesn’t seem like you guys are going to be stopping any time soon, trying to make the best of your last night together.

You’re sweating and crying and you have cum and slick all over you but you don’t care. Your mind is buzzing with bliss and that’s all that matters. 

“Are you doing okay baby?” Minghao whispers. His voice is raspy and low and it makes you squirm even more. You nod and dig your fingers into his back even harder. “That’s my good girl.”

You feel like you’re on Cloud 9. Minghao’s hand tightens around your throat as his thrusts get more pointed, slamming into your g-spot over and over again. It only takes the pad of Minghao’s fingers touching your clit to have you falling apart.

You whine high and loud. Minghao works you through your orgasm as you let ecstasy take over your body. You feel spent but so good and you don’t even realize Minghao is pulling out and cumming over your stomach as you try to catch your breath. 

Minghao falls onto the bed next to you, out of breath as well. He lays on his side and pulls you into him. He kisses the side of your head two times before kissing your neck once. He rests his head onto the pillow when he’s done.

“Let’s take a bath,” Minghao murmurs after a second.

“Yeah, okay,” you respond. “Can you still get me a rag first?”

“Of course.”

Soon you and Minghao are settled into the bath with Minghao sitting behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle. You two rest together in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence and the warm water.

“Y/N,” Minghao murmurs. His lips ghost your shoulder as his hands move up to cup your breasts.

“Oh, Hao~,” you moan. Despite already having him multiple times earlier, you still want him more. Your body is teetering on the line of overstimulation but it feels too good to tell Minghao to stop.

“Want more baby?”

“P-please,” you beg. “Want you Hao. Want more.” A part of you also is trying to have Minghao as much as you can in the short amount of time you have left.

“Don’t worry love, just let me do everything.” Minghao pulls you more onto his lap and his dick settles between your thighs. You grind down against him and Minghao groans. “Ah, not yet baby. Let me focus on just you.”

Minghao’s fingers slip down between your thighs and runs over your slit. He teases you for a moment more before slipping two fingers into you. He slowly builds up his pace until you’re writhing under his touch. Minghao is cooing at you as you gently thrash around.

“H-hao, need you in me,” you say. “Please, please, need it.”

Minghao pulls his fingers out of you before lining his cock up to your entrance and pushing in. His arms wrap around your torso and he guides you up and down as he presses kisses to your bare back. The warm water adds to the heat of your bodies and your brain feels completely shot, no thoughts other than Minghao.

It’s barely a few thrusts of Minghao’s cock and you’re climaxing. You don’t stop your movements though, determined to get Minghao to cum as well. You don’t have to put in too much effort though, because it only takes a couple more moments and he’s pulling out and cumming onto your back. You both take your time to recover before you’re draining the bath water and washing yourselves off.

After you two get out of the shower you crawl back into the bed. You sidle up to Minghao’s side and rest your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. You can feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes, his fingers drawing patterns on your arm.

“Y/N I-”

“Please,” you beg, “don’t. I just want to remember this moment right now how it is. I don’t want to think about anything else, even with tomorrow just around the corner.”

“...Okay,” Minghao relents. “Then just, can you kiss me?”

You nod before moving up the bed and cupping his jaw. You cover his lips with yours and swing your leg over his waist. His hands sit on the small of your back and pull you in closer.

This kiss has no fire in it, no rush or desperation. Your lips move slow and sweet against each other’s with no end goal other than just savoring each other.

The moment feels too comfortable, too domestic. You can’t allow yourself to fall into the false illusion of the moment no matter how much you want to.

Finally after what feels like a long time yet still not long enough, you and Minghao pull away. You rest your forehead against Minghao’s and just spend a moment breathing in each other’s breath. When the moment is over you slide back down his body, holding him in your arms. With your limbs tangled together you start to let sleep take you over.

“Y/N, say you’ll see me again,” Minghao whispers into the dark room, his words just barely registering in your exhausted brain, “even if it’s just pretend.”

The next morning you wake up to an empty bed and the news of Xu Minghao’s engagement.

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[rinbowaman]

so here are the profiles for each character, no special template was used for the sake of time but you can get all the status below. as far as birthdate, they all were "created" by God's angels before the creation of the world and before Jesus Christ was born, so i left that blank bc all the research shows that it was a long time ago (since these are biblical references) and they were all made in Heaven. Aside from that, everything else is below:

Requested by @violet-moon-rp - I hope this is what you were wanting.

MDNI 18+ only.

Warnings: theres some suggestive juiciness hinted in these profiles.

Leviathan/Jake:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Blue

Favorite food: He's rather cold blooded, so anything warm soothes his tastebuds. Whether it's fresh made bread, or spicy foods, he likes it.

Hobbies: swimming, admiring aquatic life, spending time with Layla, messing around with his brothers (specifically Niki), visiting the mortal realm, occasionally seducing the ladies (he likes to exercise his tongue.) He prefers mortal women when it comes to the juiciness. For him, mortal women taste better and make the best noise when it comes to the juiciness, so that's where his preference lies. He's a bit of a playboy, but that changes when he meets his own y/n (hint hint) and if you remember the teaser for his and Sunghoon's own story in the Se7en series....Levi/Jake....has a huge breeding kink (its just as bad as Heelels) and whoever the 'lucky' girl is that he chooses to impregnate, you're in for a real surprise....like a bunch of them *hint hint*.

Satan/Sunghoon:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Red

Favorite food: Meat, any recipe that includes meat, specifically red meat.

Hobbies: He likes to challenge his brothers or visit the mortal realm and challenge the strongest men in the world, occasionally will even participate in a street fight or a MMA tournament, disguising himself as a strong mortal fighter. He hasn't dabbled into mortal women so much since he isn't fully used to interacting with them, he has two Succubi's that he frequents with. His own y/n has been hinted in the first chapter of his story, there's more to come with that, but he's definitely one of those types that's a bit hard to please or to impress, but something very simple is what catches his eye.

Asmodeus/Sunoo:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Blood Orange

Favorite food: delicacies, exotic fruits, crackers, cheese, and exquisite finger foods is what he likes the best, all paired with fine wine. He also loves chocolate.

Hobbies: He likes to wine and dine. He also frequently visits the mortal realm to interact with people, learn various cultures and foods from different backgrounds. He's also the Prince of Lust, and naturally, he likes to dip into collecting very 'unique' toys from all over. He likes to play with them on his own or use them with some of mortal women or demonesses. Not to spoil, but he eventually will have a favorite person to use these toys on...and his y/n is neither mortal or demon. *hint hint*

Belphegor/Niki:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: White

Favorite food: He is very fond of anything that has noodles, so ramen or pasta, things of that nature. He also loves soup, any flavor.

Hobbies: He's a prankster, and because of that, his brothers do a good job to keep him busy at the River Styx, where he's in charge of managing dead souls and demons. He loves music, so he frequently visits the mortal realm with Sunoo to gain a diverse taste in music. He doesn't pay any attention to girls, he's the youngest and has always been looked after by his elders, specifically Sunoo. Again, not to spoil, but back when they were arch angels in Heaven, Heeseung used to somewhat baby Niki.

Beelzebub/Jay:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite color: Green/Jade

Favorite Food: He has a constant sweet tooth, really likes candy, pastries, or sweet drinks.

Hobbies: He loves to visit the mortal realm and observe nature. He also creates a different species of insects and watches humanity discover and study them; he finds that all interesting. Like Sunghoon, he also has a few demon mistresses in his realm, and is a stud when it comes to doing the juicy things...and he does it often. He likes sultry women, which is why his y/n is a bit different from the rest, much like Sunoo's y/n. *another spoiler* As you already know, he's talented with his hands, and he enjoys playing the guitar as much as he likes playing with women's body parts. He goes half and half when it comes to messing around with the demon mistresses and mortal women.

Mammon/Jungwon:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, resides in Hell.

Birthdate: way before Christ.

Favorite Color: Gold

Favorite Food: He likes seafood and fruit.

Hobbies: He loves his cats. Literally, his cats are his babies, and as you read in Se7en, he filled his entire realm in Hell with the feline species, from lions, tigers, panthers, and domesticated cats, he has them all. He tends to go to the mortal realm and bring them back as he finds them. He's the second youngest out of his brothers, but is feared by many in his own region, due to his merciless attitude, should anyone anger him (remember what he did to that lady's hair in his chapter?) He has a fondness for pretty things, and (slight spoiler) he likes to dazzle his sweetheart with lots of jewelry. He is rational but has a dark side that is almost as bad as his eldest brother....almost. *hint hint* when he gets his own y/n, his favorite position is doggy kitty style.

Helel/Heeseung:

Birthplace: Made in Heaven, created and resides in Hell.

Birthdate: Way before Christ......way waaaaaay before. He's the first arch angel, God's most beloved and favorite angel/creation while he was serving him. In a way, he was like God's first son. No one ever did replace him as the favorite.

Favorite Color: Various shades of purple, though he is more fond of violet and royal purple.

Favorite Food: He's a bit different from his brothers, he didnt' really dabble into mortal foods, although he does now more than ever since he has y/n. Prior to you entering his life, he would sometimes feast on his own creation and eat some of the demons in Hell. It wasn't at all for sustenance, it was more for just the pleasure because the man is cruel, twisted, and psychotic beyond all nature.

Hobbies: He didn't really have many, he was very angry and disgruntled due to feeling betrayed by his former master. His only focus was to kill off humanity just so he could hurt God, but since the discovery of you, that all changed. He now loves to watch you, he'll sit for an eternity just to watch and admire you. After you acclimated to your new 'home', he loves to interact with you, stargaze, or do....unspeakable acts with you. He will go rough and hard, or soft and tender, he'll go both ways just to see the various shades of your reactions and tones when you scream and moan out of pleasure and pain. He loves the idea that he has you for an eternity, and plans to fill Hell with all of his babies through you. He actually really doesn't care about his offspring, he is tender with them while they're young, but his dark nature mixed with his obsession and murderous love he has for you is going to cause some friction with his son's as they get older, especially since they seem to inherit his possessive and obsessive nature for you. If he could, he would spend all of eternity holding you with his c*ck inside you, and your wings intertwining.

[svfttachi]

Could I request Itachi and Sasuke with a s/o who isn’t Japanese in a modern au? Would they be open to the idea of one? Are they interested about the culture, language, food or history? How about the traditions and clothing and things like that? Would they share things about Japanese culture with them? Love your work :) 💜

wc — 597

type — uchiha i. x gn!reader, uchiha s. x gn!reader [ separate ]

tw — n/a

✎ i had a hard time writing up these headcanons, particularly with sasuke for some reason. don't get me wrong, it's an amazing request, but it took some time for me to come up with something. i hope you enjoy this regardless, and thank you for the request.

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❥ Uchiha Itachi is very open about learning your culture since he loves you so dearly.

❥ He uses your mini lessons as a way to spend quality time together, and he anticipates the next one after the previous one had just finished.

❥ It’s not just you teaching about your own culture, either.

❥ Every other day, you switch with Itachi, and he spends an ample amount of time diving into the deep history and origins of his Japanese culture (I headcanon that he’s a history lover).

❥ Everyday, the two of you also take turns in the kitchen, making your own cultural dishes for the other to try.

❥ Itachi definitely would enjoy eating all kinds of food that he wasn’t very used to, and he even compliments the dishes you make for him, making you feel a little special deep inside.

❥ Some days when you’re out in the town together, you’d point out some of the best cultural clothing stores you shop at, and this man doesn’t hesitate in grabbing your wrist to drag you to one of the shops.

❥ Honestly, I bet he’d be super picky about what to wear because Itachi would want to make sure he wears it properly and as displayed on the many mannequins in the store.

❥ You’d have to tell him that he looks rather dashing multiple times since he’s overthinking the entire ordeal.

❥ The language barrier isn’t very distracting or bothersome for either of you since you two have been learning each other’s language for quite some time before getting together to prepare for the future.

❥ In fact, you could say he’s quite proficient in your native language, but you’d still teach him all the little bits that foreigners don’t usually know about your language, such as slang and other unique phrases.

❥ All and all, Itachi goes into your relationship knowing he’d have to work hard to keep his and your own personal traditions alive throughout your time together.

❥ I feel like Uchiha Sasuke wouldn’t be as interested in understanding the differences between your cultures like Itachi, at first.

❥ It wasn’t until he saw you dressed in your beautiful cultural clothing that Sasuke grew an interest in learning, seeing as it differed drastically from what he was used to seeing.

❥ You’d find him looking up videos and pictures of the different cultural aspects that you grew up with including clothing, food, decorations, and traditions.

❥ One day, you would walk past your bedroom only to overhear Sasuke repeating different words from your native language along with a video playing on the laptop sitting in his lap.

❥ The curiosity from inside of you burst out of its shell when you went to ask him what he’s doing.

❥ With his usual, bored expression on his face, Sasuke would look up and be straight with his answer.

❥ He was learning how to speak your native language and make your favorite cultural foods.

❥ On a separate tab, you’d see a shop that you frequently bought your cultural clothing from which didn’t help the new smile coming to your face.

❥ Sasuke would share some small things about his culture with you, but he sees it as a way to get closer to your background since he didn’t have such a good childhood growing up.

❥ He takes it as far as bringing home food from restaurants that cooked your cultural foods or bags filled to the brim with multi styled clothes.

❥ Sasuke may not seem as interested in learning at the beginning, but if it means getting to grow closer to you, he’s willing to put in the effort.

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[resident-gay-bitch]

Modern au where the girls meet in college and get assigned random roommate and they’ve never met before because they are all study abroad students spending a year in the US. Lily from England is with Dorcas from an African country ( I don’t know which one to choose if I don’t choose mine lol so I’ll leave that to you). Mary ( not sure which country but I’m getting middle eastern vibes) is with Pandora ( I kind of want to give her mythology roots like Greek yk ? ). Marlene ( I want to give her Indonesia what do you think ?) with Alice ( definitely Europe vibes here )

Anyway they meet and bond about discovering American culture and how ridiculous some of the stuff is and they do make American friends but they keep coming back to each other and they become closer and closer but also the time comes that they each have to go back to their countries and you have a really tearful/angsty goodbye

Just feel like giving them really different backgrounds because it’s women history month and women from all around the world should be celebrated and also people from a lot of different countries are just really cool as a friend group

Anyway some head cannon for this au

Each of their dorm is fully decorated to the point you can see their personality when you enter the room

Mary is the kind to stay up to do homework and Pandora wakes up really early which creates some funny situations between them

All of them fight over who has the best cultural food ( Lily is not allowed to participate she is British/lh)

They do the American college thing to the full extent like going to football games, having parties and stuff and still aces their classes somehow

That was really long but oh well here are my two cents lol hope you like it <3 I really like your writing btw

Hi hi!!! Sorry for taking so long to respond to this, I saw it a few days ago and was too tired to respond and I’ve just been in a state of brain mush ever since.

Okay, I love this idea SO SO much! Especially them all coming together to be confused about American culture lol, I think that’s so funny.

I 100% agree with all of these ethnicities for them as well, I can see it all clearly (the Pandora being from Greece just makes sense idk why more people don’t HC this).

One headcannon I’ve been having lately is that Marlene is Australian because like, she is literally the definition of an Aussie bogan in my head (if you’ve never heard of Amyl and The Sniffers go check out their music because I think they’re SO Marlene Band Au coded).

And any Aussie out there will know this well and true, but for some reason all aussies just dip to Indonesia (specifically Bali) every winter to escape the cold, like it’s actually amusing how many just disappear over there. SO many of my friends have gone on Bali trips it’s ridiculous.

Anyway, you suggesting Marlene be from Indonesia just popped the best idea in my head where like her dad is Australian and took a trip with his mates to Bali. I’m thinking they would frequent the bar next to their hotel and get drunk there every night and he fell in love with one of the bartenders that snuck him free drinks every time he complimented her and then they hooked up one night and she got pregnant without realising and then he went home and she freaked out. Luckily she got his number because they fell in love and then like she moved to Australia to raise Marlene. I think that’s such a funny cute way to tie our headcannons together.

And yes Mary is 100% the type to stay up so late where as Pandoras in bed by nine and up with the sun.

Their rooms would be the swankiest rooms you’ve ever seen.

They would 100% all bully Lily for her comfort meal, which is beans straight out the can, and would all shove their fav foods down her throat. She’d love it though and pretend to complain about it all the time so all her friends would keep making her all these amazing snacks and meals.

They definitely would get involved with the whole American college experience but no one is prepared for how Marlene acts at the college football games. She’d spend one third of the game complaining about how this isn’t real football (Insert AFL which she grew up watching with her dad - footy), a second third of the game skulling beer and challanging random college boys to drink offs and shoeies (idk how to spell it, when you drink out of a shoe), and the last third screaming so hard when their team gets a point or goal or however it works and going balisic and booing the opposition and screaming about the unfair umpiring, and she’d 1000% be the loudest there.

Sorry, I’m passionate about Marlene.

But yessss this is such a good idea lol I love it! Thanks for sending in the ask, I really appreciate hearing about the girls <3

[menalez]

mena im soo lonely. all of my friends basically never try to involve me in anything and are always hanging out with guys, theyre all bi but they only really ever date and talk about guys, they make me feel like im an ugly man weirdo (even though im feminine. i just don't wear makeup really)

i soo badly just want lesbian or gay friends bc i really struggle to feel understood currently. rn im a teen and im scared my loneliness will only get worse as i go into adulthood.

did you ever experience something similar and how were you able to get gay/lesbian friends? 💜

yeah ive had moments in university and school where i basically felt quite othered bc my female friends would often talk about guys and their crushes and male celebs etc and that didnt interest me so id either disconnect or (sth i did as a child) id invent stuff to try to fit in but i felt somewhat uncomfortable n different bc of it regardless. BUT i can at least tell u that finding gay & lesbian friends is not at all impossible, u meet 1 gay man or 1 lesbian and suddenly u end up meeting more n more bc they also tend to have their own gay & lesbian friends. even end up finding bi people who aren't so OSA-centric.

im not sure if it'll help u at all but. when i was in school, most of my friend group coincidentally turned out to either be gay or bi. in my female friend group: 1 turned out to be bi, 1 turned out to be a lesbian (& they were the ones i was closest to as well), and then from my male friends 2 turned out to be gay men. we didnt consciously know of each other's sexualities but i think we somehow subconsciously knew and connected w each other based on being semi-outcasts and different without knowing/admitting exactly how we are different. after school, at uni, i did go through about 2 years where most of my friends were het. i was living abroad and i noticed that in a lot of the west, ppl tend to only want to be friends w people of similar ethnic/racial/cultural backgrounds so my friends mostly ended up being muslim women (which was unusual for me lol. ik its odd since i grew up in a muslim country but most of my friends were not religious or weren't even muslim at all). i did have 1 friend, a bahraini gay man, who i knew through a woman i had a thing with. he was coincidentally going to the same uni as me. she introduced us and we became close friends. one of the muslim women i was friends with also ended up coming out to me as bi (she dated women briefly at first then ended up in relationships w men tho). there were several lesbians on radblr who lived in the same area as me and invited me into their group & bc of that i ended up having a lesbian friend group in the UK. wed go to lesbian events together which was fun! then in germany, i befriended the obviously gay guy in my german class bc i wanted to make friends in the country & he seemed cool. he introduced me to some other bi & gay people but i never rly became friends with them. my gf also introduced me to several lesbians & my aunt (an activist working for an LGBT org) also introduced me to several bisexuals, gay men & lesbians, many of whom i ended up befriending. so for me most of it was through other people, often women im dating or gay friends i have.

[ashxketchum]

Honestly I am sick and tired of the bandwagon of hate V-Force gets even from my Tumblr moots I mean it's just another season 😭 it's not my most fave but I love all the seasons more or less equally. A lot of my fave characters are there frrr

I'm so sorry that you keep coming across hate for it, sadly the bandwagon hating culture exists in every fandom and is usually perpetuated by people who have never seen the series/episode they are hating on!

I'm sure if most of these people sat down and watched V-force properly, they will find things they love about it too, it introduced such an interesting lore for bit-beasts, and great rival teams and had extremely funny scenes as well, with each of the BBA members getting personal motives and development arcs.

I too love all the seasons equally of course, but as I became a fan of the series through V-force, it will always hold a special place in my heart.

I'm not sure if you're up to read this whole essay rant I wrote in the Beyblade server months ago defending the season, but I'll paste it here anyways!

V-force’s only valid flaw in my eyes is that it precedes G-revolution, with the latter choosing to go in a completely different direction and thus invalidating a lot of set-up that V-force successfully managed to build up in it’s entire run. However, at the time that V-force was being written, it is clear that G-revolution wasn’t what the writers had set their endgame sights on, so to always compare the two as if the two seasons were similarly created is wrong and frankly imo, kinda silly at this point.

The writers worked on V-force arc by arc, building up the big bad in the background for the final showdown in an episodic sense. So when you view V-force with that lens, each arc has defining moments for each of the characters it’s built around upon. From the Europe tour arc of S1, the mystery and lore of bit-beasts and their existence was already set up well, with a lot of accreditation to the BBA team’s winning going to the fact that they had bonded better with their bit-beasts than any other bladers. V-force picks up on this and makes them the target for people who either wish to use this bond for themselves or don’t think that the BBA team is worthy of this bond and the power it holds. And in each of these arcs, the introduction of the antagonists, their characterisations and their eventual defeat is handled well. Granted there are filler episodes, but they’re used to build up background development for the BBA team or set up a motive for them to push their potential further, there is hardly a wasted episode in the series, and people who do feel that the fillers are unnecessary are absolutely being too strict on an anime written to cater to young boys. There’s a lot of good comedy in these fillers, and in-fighting and ideological differences within the BBA team, which in retrospect, sets up the initial fall-out in G-revolution.

V-force does focus on the characters and not just the bit-beasts though, Tyson struggles a lot with having people he considered his friends like Kane and Zeo become the villains attempting to take away his partner (another base set-up for G-rev). Kai has major guilt over getting Yuya involved and injured, Rei has ideological issues with how Team Psychic or Saint Shields operate, Max is the first one to get through to Mariam and prove that the BBA team deserve their Bit-beasts and their sacred quest is not valid. Tyson and Rei also have arguments over Tyson’s desperation to keep their bit-beats safe every time the villain starts to seem a bit stronger. To say that there is no character development or focus n V-force is just way too much of a blanket statement.

The only other flaw I do find in V-force is how the final tournament was labelled as a World Tournament, when it would’ve been better titled as a “Special” Tournament. This is where V-force diverges from S1 and leads to G-revolution completely leaving the set-up V-force built behind. I totally understand why the International teams didn’t cameo in V-force, bringing them in the tournament would mean writing in their development during the time gap, and that definitely would not have fit the time-frame for which V-force had been green lit for. It wouldn’t have been possible for Tala or Rai or Ralf to show up without having become even stronger than they were last time, and the focus shifting from defeating Zeo and protecting their bit-beasts to strategising over defeating each of the international teams. So they went with random character of the days that could be defeated in an episode or two and Zeo could retain his status as the main enemy. Which is why I’ll never treat the V-force tournament as a World tournament, because it really wasn’t that, but despite of that this is a pretty minor flaw in my eyes.

No series can be absolutely perfect, in the end, it is written and created by people after all. The team responsible for V-force decided to take the show in a direction they felt would add more to the characters after S1, and it just so happens to be that the team behind G-revolution felt it better to go in a different direction altogether. It is perfectly possible to enjoy V-force without comparing it to G-revolution, and seeing it as a stand-alone vacation time for the BBA team before the actual World Tournament rolled around.

[lordebowie]

I watched Moonage Daydream (dir. Brett Morgen) the other day and it’s good! and strange! It very much feels like a slow-placed, at times repetitive, longform music video. it was beautiful, moving, full of incredible footage and music from live performances and many, many voiceovers of bowie from different interviews throughout his career, accompanied by a collage of clips and pictures from his shows, films, public appearances, personal artworks, and from other cultural works of the times.

the focus of the film is definitey the art, not the people. david’s personal life is there, too, with some of his family discussed a bit - but his personal experiences and background always connect to how he creates, how he works. for example, the theme of lonlieness in his work is explored in relation to his childhood. but there’s barely any mention of collaborators, people he worked with, was inspired by; many of those only appear in visual form, as part of the collage of images. and his changing bandmembers appear in show footage (and are credited at the end).

there’s so much that is left unsaid in the film - for example, bowie’s years of addiction are represented by interview clips in which he seems confused/spaced-out, and by a disjointed/fast editing style, but drugs and alcohol are not really mentioned. in that sense, I felt that this is film that expects much of its audience, rather than spoonfeeding us.

the same goes for how his career is represented - it sketches a rough timeline, and if you���re a big fan then you have that timeline in your head and anticipate what’s coming next. but some of his career is missing, and I think each viewer would be annoyed by a different thing that is dropped, depending on their preferences (personally I wish Tin Machine was mentioned lol). Most striking is the 00s being skipped over - we go from mid/late-90s Bowie to Blackstar... And some of his career is only hinted at: we see a soulful performance of "Rock 'n' Roll with Me" from the Diamond Dogs tour, which to me clearly represents his turn to soul and R&B and the album Young Americans - but that’s like, if you get it you get it. and at the start of the 21st century, when he’s presented at a certain peak of creativity and health and happiness - the film is much more poignant and sad if you know that he’s gonna get a heart attack soon, and that about a decade later he’s gonna die of liver cancer - his old addiction catching up to him after all. I just felt like these were things the film was telling me, or could be telling me, but mostly came from a combination of the film and my own knowledge and love of Bowie.

[muzanswaifu]

My Little One

Dragon!Rengoku x Fem!Reader

10k words

Sfw Warnings: "Love" at first sight, Fighting rings, Dragon AU, Background IguroxMitsuri, Reader gets sassy and it bites her in the ass, Kyojuro is a lil mean at times then gets nice and gives kissies :)

Nsfw Warnings: Smut, Dubcon, Kidnapping, Mating rituals, Hide and seek sex, Knotting, Creampie, Breeding, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Overstimulation, Threats of rough sex, Spanking, Praise kink, Eventual Pregnancy

When attending a dragon fighting match, you catch a certain competitor’s attention...

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The stadium was loud, deafeningly loud. Cheering and screams coming from all directions. Even your two friends next to you have practically ruptured your eardrums with their constant applause that seemed to go straight to your pounding brain. You didn’t really see what the big deal was, nor the appeal - watching the two dragons beat at each other.

Dragon fighting had become quite the common sport in the recent centuries, ever since man and beast had formed an alliance. The only reason there had been any conflict in the first place were territorial issues and cultural differences. The cultural differences being their more “primal” urges to battle and mate. The dispute had eventually been settled with the distribution of habitation, easily done since most dragons preferred to reside in shallow caves, and the allowance of skirmishing among their race. They happily welcomed humans to watch their clashing, and basked in the praise of glory and victory. And thus, the game flourished.

But you’d never been one to enjoy watching them fight. It was all just too bloody and violent. After all, you were raised to stay away from such brutality with humans, so why would you savor the sight with dragons? Dragons who looked nothing like the serpents described in ancient tales, and, in actuality, resembled your own kind - save for the protruding horns, thick claws, keen teeth and other beastly traits. It didn’t help to know that they could talk and think just as well as you could, hell, many even better than you could. You’ve read several novels by draco authors, their way of thinking simply divine, and even met several in person who, if not for their unique appearance, could’ve passed for man. Sure, they had rather animalistic tendencies such as instinct and protectionism, but they also had access to progressive, wayward thought. So why fight when one had intelligence? How could a species so smart and civilized be so primitive and bloodthirsty at the same time?

Your lips curled downward in tandem with the fall of the dragon who’d been pitifully bested, the inky haired victor glaring down at him in disgust. You grimaced at the sight of the poor, beaten body, his figure warped with blood and scarring. A dragon fight only ever ended with the loser beaten within an inch of their life... or dead. Killings were only ever punished, never prevented. The crowd boomed in excitement, and your friend, Mitsuri, gripped you by the shoulders and shook you like a bell.

“Wasn’t that a-m-a-z-i-n-g?! Iguro’s fights are always the best, he’s so cool! Like last week, he got this guy by the neck and started -” she blabbered on about the male, most of her speech melting into itself and becoming impossible to understand. Shinobu sighed next you. You questioned, “’Why don’t you just ask him for his signature already?” The woman ceased her assault on your dizzy body and her face went red.

“I-I can’t! You know I can’t! What if he says no? What if he thinks my hair is stupid? What if he thinks I’m stupid! I’d die!” She wailed. You chuckled at her love-struck grief, but you were glad for something to distract from the gruesome sight before you.

“I didn’t ask you to sleep with him. I’m just suggesting that you get his autograph. What is it with you and that dragon guy anyway?”

Mitsuri squealed. “I-I don’t like him like that! You make it sound like I have a thing for them...” You could tell she was more trying to persuade herself against it. Shinobu rolled her eyes and humbled her.

“Oh please ‘Suri- I saw the dragon dildo. You saw the dragon dildo. We both saw the dragon dildo in your dresser. There’s no need to deny your true feelings,” she voiced. Your eyes shot open and your jaw fell as your whipped your head to face the pink-haired woman. “What?!” You cried.

She slapped a hand over Shinobu’s dirty mouth. “Keep it down! Puh- people can hear you!” She was so red that it looked as some of the blood in the arena was smeared over her face. Laughter erupted between the two of you, and Kanroji threw her face into her paws. Poor thing.

You leaned into Shinobu and whispered “How could you tell it was a dragon’s?” You’d heard tell that they had slightly different genitalia compared to the average human, but it was something you were too embarrassed to look into. The brunette smiled deviously.

“Well, the thing was quite the size, and had a knot hung near the bottom.” Your nose scrunched up. “Really? Wouldn’t that hurt?”

She shrugged and teased, “I’m not sure, some people like it. Like her.” Mitsuri screeched.

“Stop talking about it!

A siren rang in the pit, signaling the next round of fighting. The crime scene from the last brawl was already cleaned up, or rather, as clean as it was gonna get. The audience fell silent as they waited for the contesters to be revealed.

The first one finally made his appearance, marching out big and tall with a body covered in tattoos. He threw out confident symbols with his hands, those who were betting on him straining their lungs with praise. A scantily dressed girl in the front row caught his thrown cape and swooned. You groaned, hating the more showy fighters who did so much for applause and self-image. Even if you hated watching them fight, you at least respected those who did it for the soul-purpose of getting stronger instead of winning public attention. The brute stood ready on his side of the arena, cracking his knuckles and baring his sharp teeth. You felt sorry for who had the misfortune of being on the other side - this monster was huge.

Everyone went silent again as you all waited for the other one, a few disrespectful jerks booing at his impending presence. You heard his heavy footsteps echo throughout the stadium, and gasped as soon as his bright image came into view.

Fiery blond hair that pooled down his broad shoulders, beaming red eyes and a rippling body. Wine-rich tattoos of swirling flames framed his chest and face, the color pooling down to cover his arms entirely. The dragon’s claws, fangs, and horns all came to a dangerously cutting edge that made your veins prickle, and you shuttered. He looked so warm, and fibrous. Although he was more lean than his opponent, there was not a doubt in her mind who would win this fight. A brilliant smile tugged on his lips so handsomely, you couldn’t help but mimic the expression yourself.

By then Mitsuri had recovered from her humiliation and witnessed your interest in the man. “Cool, right? That’s Rengoku, he’s one of the more famous fighters. I remember seeing his father fight when I was little too. I guess it’s their family tradition, haha.” The name did sound slightly familiar. This was your first time coming here, but it was common for people to talk about it in their pasttime, similar to how they did sports. Fans roared with his arrival, many lighting fire sparklers that security quickly scrambled to put out. Rengoku’s eyes scanned the crowd, clearly amused with the shining display that was dedicated to him. Once his gaze neared you seized like you were afraid to be caught by a predator. Your stomach did flips when he seemed to do a double-take on your area, gold orbs locking onto yours. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead, and you slowly looked behind you, trying to see who he was looking so intently at. Unsure, you turned back to him, who was, if you didn’t know any better, laughing at your crippling anxiety.

Stop it, he’s not looking at you. Calm down.

Your fingers tugged at the strings of your cropped hoodie, swallowing your head in the thick fabric to hide from the torture that was his supposed gaze. He likely wasn’t even watching you in the first place, but you couldn’t be too sure. Finally, he turned his attention back to the other dragon. You flushed when you saw him give what was surely a wink in your direction, but maybe you were imagining things. Another deafening ring began the battle.

This time, you couldn’t look away from the fight, eyes forcing themselves onto the blond beast. You were entranced by his movements and the way dodged around his insignificant opponent, delivering powerful blows that knocked the brute into stupidity. The way his muscles strained as he maneuvered in the fight was a sight that couldn’t bare to turn away from, lest you miss their perfect image. Although blood was still splattered, and plenty of it, it seemed less cruel this time. Rengoku wasn’t tearing at the man’s body to make a mess, but that wasn’t to say he wasn’t aiming to scar. Everything was put into simply winning with growth and honor. After a short time, or maybe it was a long time - you lost track - the fight drew to a close. Rengoku the victor. You couldn't even say you watched the fight because truly you hadn’t. You were just watching him. In his teeth was captured a piece of his victim’s bloody cape before he turned his neck to drape it over his shoulder. The audience went wild. Everyone, even Mitsuri and Shinobu, cheered his name. Rengoku! Rengoku! Rengoku!

The concept of cheering over one’s bloody defeat seemed so barbaric, at least it had been before. But in that moment, be it the hype of the battle or your interest in the winner, you joined too.

“Woooooo! Rengoku!”

Everything after that went by so fast, you didn’t feel conscious through most of it.

But from what you could tell, it all started with him whipping around in your direction, hair standing straight up and shoulders tense. The next moment, he was lunging out of the arena and forcing his way through the escaping humans. By the time you blinked, the section had evacuated, people running, and he was perched on the seat in front of you, so close you could feel the heat radiating off his perspiring body. Your ears couldn’t pick up the worried call of your two friends in the background who were being held back by security, all you could hear was the sultry croon that was the dragon’s voice as he leaned in mere inches away from your heated face.

“Did you enjoy my fight, little one?”

You’re breath stuttered, lungs tight inside of your chest.

“I-I-I-” you couldn’t even speak, too shocked.

He chuckled and drew in long breathes, taking in your addicting scent. His eyes glanced down to your (f/c) hoodie with need. A sharp claw tugged at it. “Give me this.” Without thinking, you lifted your arms, allowing the dragon to rip it off you and leaving you in just your laced red bra. Can’t speak. Can’t think. Can’t leave. He brought the fabric up to his nose and inhaled deeply, letting out a satisfied purr while eyeing your exposed rack. Rengoku twisted over to his shoulder, taking the scrap of cape into his teeth and dropping it into your lap. His hooded eyes looked up to gaze into yours, the stare melting your bones.

“This is for you. I won it - just for you.”

You gulped. “O-okay...” your voice only came out in a squeaky whisper, but you could tell he heard. He leaned into your ear, his hair tickling your face and distracting you from the wandering claw that was tugging at the center gore in your lacy corselet.

“Tell me how thankful you are, my little -” The blond growled aggravated, interrupting his question and crouching down to grab at his neck. As he bent, she could see it. And hear it. A shock collar. How had you not noticed that before? Suddenly he was stolen away, your vision clearing enough that you could make out Iguro and a massive white-haired one with who you were unfamiliar. Rengoku fought back viciously, throwing them off of him like a beast only to be dragged back again. You hadn’t even noticed that you yourself were being dragged away as well.

The moment you’re embraced in Mitsuri’s arms, you gasped for breath, apparently having been on the verge of passing out from the lack of oxygen. Hot tears pooled down your cheeks in fat dollops as you coughed and inhaled. You didn’t know what just happened or why you couldn’t escape. You felt like a deer in headlights. There was no time to ask questions as security ushered you out with a half-assed apology. In fact, it seemed the entire stadium had been kicked out.

The train ride home was quite, and you mindlessly played with the buttons of the jacket Mitsuri threw on you. None of you were quite sure what to say or do except for Kanroji, who was soothingly brushing your hair with her fingers. Once they were nearing the station, Shinobu interrupted the silence of the coach.

“We aren’t going back there again,” she stated firmly. Mitsuri thought for a moment and nodded.

“Y-you’re right. Next time, I won’t drag you along, (Y/n), and I’ll -”

“No ‘Suri.” she cut her off. “We aren’t going back there again. None of us.”

The woman’s eyes went wide. “B-but -”

“No Mitsuri! If they can’t control the fighters in the ring or stop them from using their influence, then we aren’t attending anymore.” She crossed her arms.

You looked up from your lap. “She can go. I don’t mind...” Kocho looked at you with sadness and pity, and you hated it. The train came to a stop before she could answer.

The walk to your homes was just as quiet. You could tell Mitsuri was trying hard not to cry, and it was eating you up, but you had no clue as to how to comfort her because Shinobu’s word was practically law. You gave her a sad goodbye as she parted for her house, her sniffles heard as she walked away. As you and Kocho made your way her house, you spoke up.

“You shouldn’t have told her that. She can still go there if she wants. You know she likes Iguro.” The woman sighed.

“I know, but it would be too dangerous considering... what just happened today.”

“...Whatever that was had nothing to do with her. She really wants to meet him and we shouldn’t stop her from working herself up to it.”

“She has met him before.” You slowed your walking. “What?”

She turned to you with melancholy look in her eye. “Before you had moved here, her and I used to go there often. She’s been obsessed for a long time, you see.” She took a breath. “I don’t know how she did it, but she got us in the back to meet him. I wasn’t all that interested so I told her to go on without me, but she took a long time, and naturally I got concerned.” You saw her fiddling with the edge of her coat similar to how you did when you got nervous. Was she nervous?

“When I found her, she was talking to him... or rather, listening I suppose. It was only him speaking. His voice sounded strange, and it was so unusual for Mitsuri to stay so quiet, and that’s when I noticed - he was stopping her from talking. At that point I had stepped in and dragged her away, luckily before he did anything. She said she doesn’t remember what he said, but it soon after that I found that thing in her drawer, so I can guess what it was about.” It was a lot of information to take in. You hadn’t known such a thing to have happened, obviously. There wasn’t a doubt within your mind that Kanroji was telling the truth, considering she had been so nervous earlier about what he would think of her appearance. But perhaps there had been a part of her mind that did remember. There was another factor in the story that drew your concern.

“What do you mean he was stopping her from talking,” you asked. She pinched her brows and inquired, “Back at the ring - did you look... Rengoku... in the eyes?” She said his name quietly as if it would trigger you. It didn’t. You nodded.

“And you couldn’t move? Couldn’t speak? But did what he told you to do?” You thought back to the memory and confirmed. “Yes.” She sighed weakly.

“For them, one of their mating practices involves influencing the actions of their desired mate using eye contact and intimidation. It has the same purpose when used on humans except the result is more fear-inducing since, well, we don’t have the same instincts that they do. It’s a more sexual experience for them.” Your nose scrunched up. Although you somewhat remembered what happened in the stadium, things were still blurry. You didn’t want to be so bold as to assume he was grooming you for mating, but the experience did have a sexual feeling to it. And you did feel afraid in the moment. At least you thought you did.

“Shinobu...,” you shook your head, “It was just a one-time thing, I’m sure it meant nothing. I’m fine now, Mitsuri’s fine. We can sit in the far back next time if you’re worr-” “There won’t be a next time,” she stated.

“I’m sorry, but it’s just something I wouldn’t like to risk. Dragon’s don’t have the same laws as us, and if something bad happened... I’m not sure. I just know it would be bad,” she uttered. She stopped walking and you realized you had reached your house. “Please, trust me.” Your mouth fell open and shut, and you nodded. She smiled, but it didn’t look happy.

You waited for her to leave the trail to your neighborhood completely before you booked it to the library, intent on educating yourself of the mating rituals of dragons. You were already so unfamiliar with their practices besides scenting and battle, and such ignorance had worked against you. There wasn’t anything about the interspecies relationships despite them definitely existing, but you did find a reliable source for regular dragon mating. As you read along the scrappy pages, you couldn’t help but notice how all of the signs were there of the dragon’s interest in you.

Battle was to impress the desired mate and prove they could protect.

Did you enjoy my fight, little one?

Taking clothing and belongings to include in the coupling nest.

Give me that.

Gifting of battle spoils to prove strength and the ability to nurture, as well as a proposal of mating.

This is for you. I won it, just for you.

The need for praise to make sure they were a good mate.

Tell me how thankful you are.

You bit your lip frustrated, and honestly a little flattered. But also undoubtedly guilty. Because it was kinda your fault for leading him on, apparently. The name they used on the stage (Rengoku), it turns out, was used as both a battle and mating call, with their secretive first name only used for domestic interactions with close friends and family. So when you had cheered for him, he must’ve gotten the wrong idea. And damnit, you took his offering! That meant you had accepted his proposal to becoming his mate. Sure, you thought he had been attractive and all, but this method of flirtation was... overwhelming, to say the least. Why give you the bloody remnants of his battle when he could’ve just asked you out to dinner? And he tried to rip your clothes off in front of hundreds of people! Speaking of which, there was a section for that too.

Draco suitors who show more public displays of suggestion tend to desire a larger sum of whelps than those who stay introverted. Not much information has been found for the reason, but Dracologist Amane Ubuyashiki has stated that both exhibitionism and vast breeding could simply translate to a more primal form of claim over their mate.

...Okay... weird...

The rest of the section was about nesting practices and mating which you read over a little too enthusiastically. It was easy to see why so many people fetishized about it, it was so.... primal. So much scenting and biting throughout the whole thing. It was embarrassing to know that influencing only worked when both parties were attracted to each other. It wasn’t your fault he was hot! Your eyes gawked when you saw their genitalia, far bigger that the average humans and ridged with a thick knot near the base. Supposedly it only grew to its fully enormous size when it was locked, but it still seemed an impossible fit! Maybe you’d ask Mitsuri about it later.

When you got back home, you felt exhausted and needy.

Your bed felt stiff when you laid down, which was disappointing, but sleep still needed to be had. You hadn’t even bothered to take anything off of your or clean up, collapsing on the futon as soon as you got through the door. You groaned uncomfortable and shifted on your side. A lump in Mitsuri’s coat dug into your side, so you fished it out, curious to what it possibly could have been. And in your hands was the bloody cape you had been “gifted” earlier.

The cloth was thoroughly crusted in dried blood, but it was also warm, as if lingering with the effects of the dragon’s touch. You shoved the thing under your pillow and tried to sleep, so drowsy that you didn’t notice the visitors that had let themselves in.

Did you enjoy my fight...

This is for you. I won it - just for you...

Tell me how thankful you are...

M y  l i t t l e   o n e

When you awoke, you felt groggy and stark. There was a jabbing pressure against your stomach as if you were bent over something, and your joints felt scratchy and pressed together. Your body was bouncing with movement, like you were being carried off somewhere, and the air was cold as hell. A groan left your lips as your concern grew

“She’s waking up, you idiot. I told you she needed more anesthesia.”

What?

“Can you relax? We’re almost there. Sniff that pink chick’s jacket again, you’re too tense.”

“...Whatever.”

Okay, something was definitely wrong, you knew that now. Fuck. You tried pulling apart your limbs which you now realized were tied together, the effort twice as pointless because your bones felt like jelly. Your vision was still void, and any speech you tried to spew came out as babble. Hanging over the large strangers shoulder was dizzying.

“Why did you have your women dress her up like that anyway?. We should’ve just dropped her off as she was and been done with it.”

You heard a sigh.

“Obanai, Obanai, you poor, ignorant man. You don’t know him like I do. The guy hated those other ones we offered him, so let’s go all out with this one. Have a heart for once.”

Obanai? Iguro’s here? Oh god, why couldn’t you move? Who were they talking about? You couldn’t think or remember. Tears dripped down your cheeks, but they went ignored, the man still lugging you onward toward an unknown destination. Slowly, you regained feeling in your limbs, working yourself up to closing your fist. But you heard Iguro hiss across from you.

“Tengen, I’m giving her more. At this rate she’ll be awake before he even gets there.” The man, Tengen, groaned.

You felt like you were suffocating when the needle pierced your neck. And then everything went black.

You gasped, jumping up from your recline ready to fight, but nobody was there. Nobody was anywhere. And where were you? Your eyes glanced around the room, or rather, environment you were kept in. You knew a cave when you saw one, and a dragon cave at that. Although, it was definitely as well kept as a room would be, you supposed. In the ground was planted sparking glowstone that gave the dim cave an intimate light, as well as hundreds of candles spread throughout the vast area. The ceiling had a nice cascading effect from top to bottom, and off in the distance, you spotted steaming pools that seemed to shimmer under the water. Most impressive of all was the spot you were currently set in, which looked to be a large divet in the cave floor that was thickly swaddled in furs and pillows of all kinds. But even with the tall layering, you still  had to extend your limbs to climb out of the enormous sinkhole. A big nest for a dragon meant they wanted many whelps, and the thought made you shiver. Get out of here.

You sprinted over to the fuming waters and leaning over the rim, hoping to get a view of whatever skimpy outfit you were forced into. If not for the sweltering temperature in here, you would’ve been freezing.

With the water acting as a mirror, you took a look at yourself. It essentially looked like lingerie - a thin, cherry bra that just barely covered your breasts and a split-thigh skirt merged with panties that ran all the way up to your hips and more resembled a curtained thong. You desperately needed to get out of here. Immediately. You took deep, slow breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Having a panic attack would not help your situation right now. Think. You went to your house. Woke up. Iguro was there. Talked about giving you to  - Oh god. Now you remember.

Heavy, impending footsteps only confirmed your suspicions, and you scrambled to hide behind the nearest cave wall. Even in this dark cavern he seemed to glow, those bright red eyes flickering like fire and shining muscles on full display from the robe that was dropped down to his waist. He looked worked up and messy. Maybe he’d just gotten back from a fight. Probably. And he was sniffing the air like crazy and looking around. He knew you were here. You slowly covered your mouth with your hand and tried to keep quiet. Your body was shaking like a leaf despite it being hot as an oven in here, but there wasn’t much you could do when fear raked your being.

“Little one?” he called. You shook and had to stop yourself from whimpering. The pet name forced you to remember the arena, and how helpless you were then and how helpless you were now. He drew near to your hiding place and your heart stopped. His signature smile fell into a stern look. “Little one,” he warned, “little one, come.” This time you couldn’t help the fearful whine that escaped your throat. It was little and nearly inaudible, but the dragon snapped in your direction and promptly marched over.

You cowered as he came over, tensing at the sinewy arm he threw over you. You were powerless to stop him as he led you away from the hideout, settling for shutting your eyes as tightly as you could. You wouldn’t let him influence you again. He purred against you as he guided you into the familiar pit of bedding, rubbing his cheek all over your face and neck to scent you. Rengoku pushed you deeper and deeper into the mass of furs. You hissed and pushed him off of you, forgetting to keep your eyes closed. “Stop that.”

He gazed up at you with hooded, alluring eyes. "Do you like our nest mate? I made it just for you." His teeth grazed down your collar bone, and you shivered. "The perfect place to make our brood." You yelped and tried to crawl away.

“Rengoku...” His pupils sharpened at the call of his mating name, and you heard a growl curdle in his chest. “...or whatever your other name is - I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t want to be here!” He chuckled and pushed the smooth edge of his horns into your chest, similar to a playful goat. You remembered what this meant from the book - he wanted you to submit and present for him. So you grabbed the thick marrow and pushed him away - communicating disinterest. And he looked up at you with the saddest puppydog eyes you’ve ever seen. No, you had to stay strong.

“I’m really sorry, but this is all just happening so fast, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I... I can give back that thing you gave me at the tournament if you want. I didn’t mean to take it.” The blond plopped down on his haunches as you cautiously crawled away after your denial. The look was so painfully similar to the one Mitsuri had when told she couldn’t see her obsession anymore.

“Mate? Did I do something wrong?” You pressed a finger to your lips to silence him

“No, no, not mate. It’s (Y/n) okay. Listen - I really like you, but this entire... mating ritual... isn’t something I’m used to. And I’m willing to bet you’re the reason I was kidnapped!” You accused.

He nodded. “It’s the celebration of my 300th victory today. And that means I get the mate of my choosing.”

You shook your head. “For dragons that means you get the mate of your choosing. I’m human, and we don’t apply to that.” You crossed your arms. “We don’t just randomly give ourselves to strangers either. You know nothing about me.” Rengoku whined and quickly leapt over to you, his huge body weighing onto yours as he nuzzled into your breasts. Another instinct that was completely inappropriate in human culture but openly practiced amongst dragons for comfort. And to check if their mate could properly nourish their children, sneaky bastard.

“I’m sorry, little one. That was inconsiderate of me. I do want to know you,” His claws dug into your back as he hugged you closer. “I’ll be better” he promised and kissed your collar. God, the guy was cute. You had to give him that. You weren’t sure if he was sorry, but he certainly wanted to treat you well. You awkwardly pet his head and sighed, looking around for something to cover yourself in since he clearly couldn’t stay away from your bosom. Your eyes caught onto the familiar (f/c) fabric, and you squirmed out of his grasp to grab for it. the sleeve was in your grasp when you felt a muzzle press into your barely-clothed center. You whipped around to face him. “Hey!”

The sound of your palm across his cheek echoed throughout the cavern. And so did the pained yelp that was ripped from your throat when he nipped your wrist. Your other hand grabbed at the surface damage, and you cowered when he looked down at you.

“Bad mate. No hitting. Apologize.” He was controlling you again.

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered. Another rule you failed to remember -  violence begets violence. A gentle and weak mate doesn’t get to claim an aggressive one after all. The blond cooed at your submission and crawled over you. His entire body towered over your little form. The purrs deep in his lungs vibrated against your belly as he resumed nursing position, this time kneading your tits with his paws and pushing them against his face. You could only lie there, whether it be by your own shock or the effects of his spell. A hot tongue licked under the swell of your breast and you gasped. Your fists clenched as he continued his assault, courage building in your chest until it bubbled over into a rough shove that you delivered to the beast. As fast as you could manage while you were free, you clawed your way out of the nest and made haste toward the baths. Rengoku cackled behind you.

“You are feisty, little one! I do enjoy the challenge,” he purred. You wound around the confusing maze of his home, unable to find an exit but continuing onward. 

“Yeah? Well, I hope you like losing too because there’s no way I’m just gonna let you have me!” you yelled over your shoulder. You made your way down another large tunnel, but a thick hand on your waist told you your time for escape was over. He snatched your wrists to hold your trembling back against him and leaned into your ear to whisper.

“How about we play a game then, hm?” Despite your brave words before, you gulped and stuttered, “W-what?” The beast’s claw traced the strap that wrapped around your exposed hip and plucked it like a string of music.

His voice was so hot against your ear. “You run off and find a good hiding spot, yeah? You’ll have ten minutes to hide, and I’ll have ten minutes to find you.” His lips curled against your nape as you froze like prey. “If I don’t, you get to have your freedom. And if I do, I get to have you. Sound fair?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. No, it wasn’t fair. But you didn’t have many other options and responded with a disoriented whine. A slap to your ass snapped you from your trance.

“Then get a move on, sweetness. I’m getting hungry.”

You grimaced at the new pet name and leg-buckling indication, but obliged. You had underestimated just how huge this place was. It was massive. More proof of just how many offspring the dragon wanted. Each tunnel lead to another sub-section and for the life of you, you couldn’t tell if you were getting very far. Although, you had to admit that being hunted down like this was kind of exciting, certainly more exciting than your past sexual experiences. You lost count of the seconds after seven minutes, and that was a while ago so you took a journey down another hellishly long hallway and actually found somewhere quite convenient. This room was filled to the brim with fabrics and furs and cottons. It must’ve been where he was storing extra nesting materials. You quickly buried yourself under the materials, digging all the way to the bottom and fixing the space to make it look untouched. Breathing was difficult and the weight was so heavy that you worried of how you would get out, but there were more pressing matters at hand.

And so the wait began.

You counted  in your head to take up the time and tried your best not to move or make a sound. Sweat was pooling down your body in thick beads and no doubt making your scent stronger, you prayed to the gods he wouldn’t get to this area at all lest he smell your sweet aroma and the wetness leaking from between your thighs.

The thrumming of your heart rang in your ears loudly when you heard his footsteps near and you willed the thing to quiet so you could listen closely. You heard the predator deeply sniff the air and it seemed as if he had stopped right in front of your hiding place. You threw a hand over you mouth and waited.

You rewarded yourself with a gulp of oxygen when you heard the man leave, but cursed when you’d realized you lost your count of time again. Around seven or eight minutes maybe? It was close to the end, you knew that. You hoped he would at least be honest with the time limit. Two minutes later and your chest filled with joy! and disappointment. Only a few seconds more and you could get out of this whole mess and go home with your dignity. You took another deep breath and sighed.

“You hid well! Although, a suggestion for next time would be to find someplace that would better mask your arousal, (y/n).” You couldn’t even react before a fist around your ankle was yanking you out of the burrow. You tried to thrash and tell him to stop but your movement and sound were muffled by the weight of furs on top of you.

“I suppose a human such as yourself never really stood a chance in the first place. I’m a warrior yet to be bested, after all! What kind of mate would I be if I couldn’t hunt you down and sate your needs?” He sounded too genuine, even with the filth and obsession that left his mouth.

As soon as your bottom half was pulled out, ass presented in the air, he delivered another playful spank and reached under your skirt to pull at the center of your panties, letting it snap back over your pussy. You cried out from both sensations. “W-wait!” you pleaded, a hint of excitement in your voice but mostly fear. Rengoku threw your thighs over his shoulders and pressed his face into your center.

“I’ve waited long enough.” 

And with that the man rose from his knees, pulling the rest of your sweaty body from the covers and letting your head smack against his toned stomach. Blood rushed to your head from the hanged position, and you were forced to scramble for purchase as he held you up with only his brawny arms wrapped around your hips. More heat gathered in your cheeks when you felt him intake a deep scent of your fragrant cunt. You squealed and dug crescents into his thighs as he nosed the cloth out the way and gave an experimental lick to your sinfully damp heat. A heavenly feeling you were not expecting. But instinct played its part when you subconsciously bucked into it. The dragon chuckled into your lips and hummed when he took your tasty bundle of nerves into his mouth.

“Such a fine mate. I know you’ll take my knot so well.” As scared as were for such a thing to happen, the worry sank to the back of your mind when his tongue felt sooooo goood. And hot.

His mouth drooled all over your poor cunt while he walked you back down the large corridors to his nest, that he was no doubt going to breed you in. Your nest too now, apparently. The top that kept you concealed was as good gone as it rode down under your dangling tits, and the feeling of your sensitive nipples rubbing against his skin made it so hard not to scream. You held strong around his madriff, moaning into his clothes and clamping your thighs around his head, telling yourself the purpose was to keep you from falling and definitely not to get more of his avid tongue in your pussy.

This man wasn’t just eating you out. He was eating. You. Out. Tongue licking over every crevice in your folds and lips sucking on your clit like he needing it to survive. Every ravenous growl into your sex vibrated through your stomach and made you drip. Occasionally he would pull back blow on the growing wetness and tell you how perfect you were while you shivered and whined.

“So delicious. I could eat you for days, sweetness.”

Oh please do.

“My perfect little mate. You’re far too beautiful.”

Mmm, yes, thank you.

“Don’t you see what you do to me, little one?”

You could. You feel it, even, with the bulge that was tenting near your face. And with the question, his tongue aggressively lapped at your sensitive clit until you were coming all over his face with a wail. “Yes Rengoku!” He purred at your call and drank your juices down hungrily. His lips pressed sweet kisses to your folds as you came down from your high, panting and softly moaning. Fighting this was pointless. He’d already won.

Luckily for your given arms, you’d reached the nest, and Rengoku set your limp body down gently into the much needed comfort. You weakly settled into the warm furs and nearly dozed off until you felt thick fingers prod your slick entrance. Your flinched away from sensitivity and stopped him by rolling onto your side. “No, please... I can’t, not again,” you muttered out.

He crawled over you to place a sweet kiss to your temple and crooned into your ear.

“Shhhh, hush now. I need to prepare you for me or it will hurt. You want to please me don’t you? Take my knot again and again until I’m emptied?”

He was effecting you again, but this time you found you didn’t even care and rolled back over to spread yourself for him. “Yesss,” you slurred.

“Yes what, dearest?”

You sighed and rolled your hips at him suggestively. “Yes Rengoku, my m-mate.” He smirked triumphantly and kissed you, on the mouth this time. Your flavor lingered heavily on his tongue, but instead of disliking it, your arousal increased tenfold. “That’s my girl. I’ll be sure to breed you well for being so good for me.” Your empty pussy clenched at his promise.

He quickly tore off what remained of your cherry lingerie, and his tongue worked in tandem with his fingers as both thrust past your respective holes. You greedily downed his saliva as his finger, then two, worked your tightness, scissoring you open and making you gush. You hadn’t thought kissing to be on the table since it was more humane custom of affection. Perhaps he had known more about your species than initially thought and just hadn’t wanted to take that more complicated route of courting you. You soaked the nesting underneath you and he reveled in it, loving how much your scent was masking the bed. The man added a third digit and curled them into your sweet spot, and you bit his lip to distract from the mind-blowing feeling. Just his three fingers felt bigger than anything you’d ever taken before, and he managed to map out your insides in a matter of moments. The lewd squelches of him plunging into your core over and over again echoed throughout the cave and made you all the more desperate and embarrassed. You’d been so strong-willed before, and now you were pathetically letting him ruin you as he pleased. Would he think less of you for it?

As if reading your mind, he gave your lips one final peck and moved down your neck, muttering his praised as he covered the responsive flesh in bruising love bites.

“That’s it, darling. Keep being so obedient for me. Good girls get filled and knotted,” he whispered into your skin, making you shutter. The thought of being knotted no longer made you nervous, and instead made you even more antsy to get it over with. The dragon wouldn’t be so keen on doing it unless he knew it would feel amazing for you, and, shockingly, you trusted him.

You threw your head back and cried when his mouth descended upon your perk nipple, tongue caressing and flicking it. It was thrilling to feel his sharp teeth graze the sensitive bud, and you grasped a handful of his thick, golden hair to keep him steady as he nursed. The grind of his palm against your clit as he plunged into you once more finally did you in, and you came with a shrill cry. Rengoku released your breast with a pop, and nuzzled it as he pressed his horns into you once more. Another strong request for you to submit to him. This time you took him by the horns and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. “Rengoku?” you breathed.

He lips brushed against your as he took them again. “Yes, my love?”

“What’s your name? Your actual name?” You’d be damned if you let him have his way with you without getting his name first. He laughed and nipped at your jaw line.

“It’s Kyojuro, my little one. Try not to forget it in a moment.” If you weren’t so pliant for him, you would’ve rolled your eyes at his confidence.

He pulled his hand away from your sex, strings of your slick sticking to his digits. His lustful eyes gazed into yours as he took them into his mouth and licked each claw clean. You were grateful he had retracted his sharp nails before pleasing you. But now they were out again as he wrapped your creamy thighs around his hips. You impatiently kicked at his robe while he undid it and he chuckled at your brattiness. “Patience~,” he sang.

When he pushed away the limp cloth and revealed himself, you gasped at the mere sight. It was massive, even larger than the model in the novel you read. Compared to yourself, it must’ve gone much past your naval, and the girth was nearly as thick as your arm. It wasn’t fully swelled yet, but you could see the heavy knot that was beginning to form near the base and was even wider than the swell of his shaft. He must’ve noticed your nerves as his paws calmly kneaded your thighs as your tried to squirm away.

“Kyojuro... i-it won’t fit.” He smiled softly and pulled you flush against him, his cock resting on your belly and stopping a good bit over your belly button. You felt how swollen and heavy his balls were against the curve of your ass.

“It will. We’ll just have to take our time, won’t we?” He rolled his hips, and you gasped softly. Kyojuro stroked your belly as he withdrew to press the fat, blushing tip to your entrance and slowly pushed it past the tight ring of muscle. Your nails dug into the nest as your cunt was stretched so wide it took your breath away. But the built up lubrication did help, and it was only a few moments later the full chunk of his head was embraced by you velvety walls. You saw the blondes eyes scrunch closed and brows furrow, signaling his diminishing patience to take things slow. You stroked his cheek tenderly and pulled him down for a kiss.

He licked all over your lips, jaw, and tear-stained cheeks as he slowly fed you his inches and crooned encouragement into your ear. Fuck, he was big. It felt like you would burst at any moment. But you did enjoy the incredibly full feeling, having never felt so fed in your entire life. Your cervix being forced to stretch to the back of your uterus felt a bit nauseating at first, but with time (and praise) your body soon adapted. It was a very instinctually primary thought, but you felt giddy knowing such a large thing would be able to breed your womb well. It was like the dragon’s own need to mate was infecting you as well, even causing you to bite and lick over his features as he was doing yours. And for the first time in your life, your finally realized why they partook in such primitive ways - it felt fucking good.

With one final pitch forth, he was fully sheathed inside your cunt, and you hmphed. That last bit was especially thick, and you knew it was because of the developing knot. It was hard to think being so stuffed, but lingering curiosity caused you to look down and witness the prominent imprint that such an impressive cock left in your belly. Shit. You squeezed around him on accident and he whined.

“Careful, sweetness. I want to be gentle with you, but that will be difficult if you don’t behave.” You panted and muttered under your breath. “Tch, I didn’t ask you to do that.” You broke from your haze and tensed when you realized you’d sassed out loud.

“Oohohoo~” he chuckled amused. You quickly put your hands up to shield your self and apologize, “W-wait, I-I didn’t me-” He slapped a hand over your stuttering lips and squeezed your flushed face.

“Such a disobedient mouth. Perhaps I should have used that first,” he growled. You violently shook your head in his hold, tears threatening your eyes but your core betraying you and squeezing him tighter. 

“No? Then do as I say if you want to walk tomorrow,” Rengoku hissed. Because he was Rengoku, a prized dragon fighter that hadn’t lost a single battle since his career started and spilled enough blood to fill a lengthy river. But you didn’t want Rengoku right now, you wanted Kyojuro. Sweet and playful and gentle Kyojuro.

“K-k-kyojuro!” you cried into his palm as a tear rolled down your cheek. He left go and licked it up immediately. You sniffled, and he rubbed his cheek against yours.

“I’m sorry, liitle mate. That was far too mean of me. You deserve only the best, sweet thing.” He pressed a kiss to your nose and then your rosy lips. Hesitantly you reciprocated. He was only a dragon after all, it was in their nature to be rough during their rut.

He licked and nibbled at your ear. “Darling, are you okay? Can I keep going?” You stroked his hair back then wrapped your arms around his back. “mhmm, just... be nice?” Kyojuro feathered a kiss to your cheek and purred into your ear.

“Of course.”

You held your breath when he withdrew the first few inches of his cock, then whimpered when he plunged them back in, a wet noise reaching your ears. True to his promise, he was kind in the first few thrusts, setting a slow, grinding pace that stretched you out but felt pleasant. The heavy stimulation to the mouth of your cervix was delicious, and that coupled with the tongue he had suddenly wrapped around your breast made your insides more easily mold to his phallus. 

“Mmm, feels good,” you praised, hoping he’d enjoy it as you did, “mate.” He growled into your skin and increased his pace and pullout. 

“Yes... good girl, keep calling me that.” Despite the growing power of his thrusts, the pain and discomfort continued melting away until you were left in an oasis of pure ecstasy. The hot veins of his cock pulsing against your walls made you mewl in his ear like a kitten. And every time his growing knot caught against your g-spot made your eyes roll to the back of your head. He plowed even faster and you started whining. You didn’t even notice the drool that was beginning to run down the side of your mouth.

“Soooo goood, Kyojuro. I-it feels soo good,” you panted and clung onto his back. Your honey was dripping all over his length and coating his balls, making them slap wetly against your backside. He groaned and brought a hand up to rub your clit, pounding you through your first orgasm. The pleasure traveled through every nerve in your body, all the way to your thrown-head and curling toes. He hissed at the tight grip your fluttering pussy had around his cock, but admired how well you were milking him. You would get your fill soon enough.

“Mm, gonna knot you so well - nnn - pump you so full of my seed until your bursting. You’ll look so pretty carrying my brood.” His cock twitched and seemed to swell even larger. You cried into his shoulder as his pace quickened and fingers pinched your little bead. Everything was so much - the sensations, the pounding, the heat. It felt like the dragon was boiling you alive with pleasure. Pleasure that nearly distracted you from the bulbous knot that was furiously swelling with each trill into your core. Your legs quivered helplessly around his hips with each catch, waiting anxiously for the moment it would fully catch inside you and force you to take every drop of precious cum he had stored up just for this moment. His growls became viscous.

“Fuck - tell me who owns you!”

You whined pathetically and tried to stutter with swollen lips and a dumb brain. “Y-you.” His hand slapped over your aching clit and he bit down on your shoulder. You screamed and tried to think with your stupidly fucked head.

“K-k-kyojuro!” You wept.

Smack.

“Rengoku!”

Smack.

You were bawling now, a flurry of pain and pleasure. His ferocious pace didn’t die down for a second and edged you that much closer to what you could tell would be your most powerful orgasm yet.

“M-muh-m-my - My mate! Ah~” He sucked on the scar he forced into your flesh, almost like a reward. 

“Good girl - my perfect little one. Show me how much you want my seed. Show me!”

And with one final, dizzying thrust, he peaked. Kyojuro bottomed out, tip pressed directly against the mouth of your womb, and his painfully heavy knot locked inside your cunt. His cock throbbed dramatically, the first wave of cum spilling into your pussy hotly. Fat tears fell heavily down you cheeks as you threshed to escape the lock, his knot pressing directly into your g-spot mercilessly. If you thought you were overstimulated before, you were wrong. So wrong. Now it was torture. 

“I can’t, ah ah, I can’t, I CAN’T! Oh - oh please, ah! I can’t- oh my god, hah.”

The plea fell on deaf ears as the dragon’s tongue hung out and drooled onto nesting bed, focused solely on filling you, his new breeding bitch, up with his copious spunk. With another roll of his hips, you were squirting all over his pelvis. Your nails dug into his broad shoulders as you tried to get away, but the more you writhed, the harder it bullied your sweet spot and the harder you came. 

Even when exhausted and on the verge of unconsciousness, your cunt still milked his steamy cum into your womb, your belly gently swelling with each sip. Your mate was quite proud of you. Your first knotting and you did so well! He cooed in your ear with each swig and pulled you to drape over him so as to not crush you and the child that was inevitably growing in your belly. Not a drop was dripping past the plug and you whimpered when he tugged on it as he moved.

“So well - you did so well.” He brushed a strand of your messy hair behind your ear and kissed your head. “Absolutely amazing. I know you’ll make a fine mother for our young, won’t you?” His peck felt like the warmest, most comfortable pillow you’d ever laid on.

“Mhmm,” you sighed, eyes fighting to stay awake. Kyojuro giggled at your sleepy state. It would be a while until his knot went down, so you might as well get some hours in. You’d need them.

“I suppose you’ve earned your rest, little (y/n). But don’t keep me waiting long. I plan to take you many, many times over.”

You hummed in acknowledgement and let your eyes close. You trusted your new mate to take care of you now. 

You were his little one, after all.

-

God that fight was spectacular, what an absolute demon of an opponent! Rengoku had still won of course, but wow! What a rush! He couldn’t wait to get home to give you the bloody spoils and tell you about it. Or well, there were other things to be done first, but he’d tell you about it later for sure! You’d come a long way from your distaste about dragon sport, and it was nice to see how much it was growing on you. Such a supportive mate.

The moment he’d walked in, he could tell you were sleeping. He found it so cute how tired you’d grown in the past month since you’d first mated, surely a result of fertile pregnancy. The dragon cooed at your resting form when he submerged into the nest.

Rattled from your sleep from the sudden movement in your bed, you yawned wide and rubbed at your tired eyes. Looking up from your starfish position, you weren’t surprised to find the handsome blond doting on you as he always did when he returned. With one last dreamy sigh, you finally gave him what he was looking for, rolling onto your softly swelled belly and presenting your ass up in the air. He got full view of your pretty sex like this, your hole still dribbling with a thick, creamy stream of the last load he knotted you with right before he left for battle. You threw him a lusty gaze over your shoulder as he crawled over to you. Being so empty of him for hours had been lonely, but you were happy with the milky gift he left in your womb to keep you warm for when he was gone.

Throbbing cock in hand, he slowly slid inside you, stretching your walls as deliciously as you remembered. You mewled and let your head rest against your folded arms as he set a gentle pace for you. Good mate. You moaned.

“Welcome home~”

[romiantic]

𝐚𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬/𝐨

this includes eren, levi, armin, connie, and jean

reading: black!fem!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: decided to bring this back while I’m redoing my page so don’t mind

━ 𝗘𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗝𝗮𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗿

Y’all would definitely a power couple, the ones that rule the internet

You know those cute ones you find on Pinterest? That would be y’all, definitely De’arra and Ken vibes

Eren would be such a teaser, he would tease you like all the time, and definitely a tickler no matter how many times you tell him to stop

Every time you feel insecure about trying new colors or different hair styles, he’s gonna always convince you to do it

You would literally debate on big chopping your hair and he’ll convince you to go for it cause why? You’ll look beautiful no matter what

I feel his favorite old movie would be boyz in the hood

Randomly, he would scream that “RICKY!!” line like all the time

Eren would definitely let you braid his hair or let you try cute styles you find

Oh and you would do the style on yourself just to match and take pics, POWER COUPLE TINGZ 🥰

Eren would not take wash day seriously for his life 😭 mf would add either too much or too little of deep shampoo or keep splashing water around the shower, meanwhile you’re trying to deep condition your hair

Don’t worry, he’ll apologize after you beat his ass (you barely won though)

━ 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶 𝗔𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻

Y’all would definitely be one of those rich couples

You know those rich aunties that are living their best life in bora bora while sipping mimosa? That’s y’all

You and Levi would live in like a mid-size mansion or a beautiful penthouse that has a nice view

Y’all bed is nothing but fine black or royal blue silk

All you two both know is Chanel, Dolce and Gabana, Prada, Givenchy, Armani, the list goes on

You two don’t know the broke life, y’all wouldn’t even dare to touch or enter the Gucci store

Only the fanciest restaurants for the fanciest couples

Wash days would turn into a bubble bath with you laying on Levi’s chest and him washing your hair for you while you’re sipping wine and ranting on about anything

I KNOW Levi be giving some bomb ass scalp massages, feel like his fingers were sent from Heaven

Now when it comes to actually getting your hair done, he’s running background checks and doing the utmost to make sure your hair tech isn’t a scam

Let someone talk about his beautiful wife, him AND your security guards are beating their ass

Now if y’all had a kid, WHEW CHILE 🚶🏾‍♀️

I feel like the world would try levi and give him a bad ass baybay kid (hopefully y’all know what I’m talking about 😭) or a prissy kid with his attitude

Either way, the kid is getting their ass whooped from either you or him

Now don’t get me wrong, he would be very overprotective of his kid and only accept THE FINEST for his kid

━ 𝗔𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘁

You two would be those cute aesthetic couples, more so on the soft boy/indie vibes

You guys would have picnics dates like allll the time, of course, you don’t mind since this gives the chance to appreciate and learn more about one another

Everyday Armin would give you a fun fact he learned about us black folks, sometimes the fact would even shock you

Armin would definitely be a fan of the Black Panther Party

Wash days would just be him helping you and soft music playing in the background

Armin would take the time to do deep research about our culture

Your family would love him so much, he would always get snatched up by either your baby cousins or aunties every time you bring him to the cookout

Every time you get your hair or nails done, he’s always there next to you, chatting up a storm

The girlies in the salon shoot a glare cause of course they’re mad they didn’t bag a loving boyfriend like Armin

If he’s not there, he’s FaceTiming you or asking for pics in the end

Sometimes he’ll go above and beyond and wear outfits to match your new do and take pics

Every time you’ll feel down or not yourself, he would buy you small gifts like flowers or your favorite food to make it better

If that doesn’t work, he’ll let you sit or lay on his lap and listen to you rant, even if it’s about the most trivial thing

━ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗲 𝗦𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿

You two would be those goofy couples that roast each other all the time

You would say a minor thing like his shirt is inside out and he’ll joke about something about you, now y’all going back and forth till one of y’all almost die from laughing

You ever wonder why your bonnets go missing? It’s because of your boyfriend

The mf would walk around the house wearing it likes it’s nothing and misplace it

Until one day you catch him wearing it

You: Connie why are you wearing my bonnet?

Connie: They’re cute and I think I look good with them *insert lightskin face*

You: Boy give me my shit back, no wonder I keep losing them

Your biggest hype man EVER no matter what

You could just be washing the dishes in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and a bonnet and he’ll hype you up

He just loves seeing your beautiful face 🥰

Now when you get your hair and nails done, he’s definitely showing you off, especially on Instagram

He’s taking multiple pics and multiple stories like a photographer and you’re out here feeling good about yourself

━ 𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗶𝗿𝘀𝗰𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗶𝗻

Y’all would a chill couple, those couples that just mind their business and love each other

Every once in a while you guys would update social media, barely though

You two definitely do y’all skincare routine together and take cute pictures

Super indecisive whenever you ask him what color or hairstyle you should try next

At first, he would be nervous to ask you to help wash your hair but washed over it and decided to ask you, of course, you said yes

Just like Levi, Jean definitely gives one of the best scalp massages EVER

Except his massages would send you to sleep and you’re just laying on his chest, lightly snoring, while his fingers work magic

I feel like he would talk about having a kid of his own a lot. He would be so happy to have a mini mixed him running around (not to the point where he’s fetishizing though)

Dates with him would mostly consist of something chill like visiting an aquarium or staying home and watching movies

Jean would definitely have thousands upon thousands of questions if you were to show him a black movie though (especially a tyler perry one)

At this point, you would have to tell him to write his questions down so he wouldn’t interrupt

shoutout to anon cause this was my first ever request

decided to bring it back while I’m redoing my page

not to brag but it was my second biggest post also

bye babes, drink your water, stay hydrated, and remember that you are the baddest bitch on the planet 🥰 no matter what ANYONE says

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝟓:𝟔 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟣 𝗂𝗓𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗌𝖽𝖾𝗄𝗎. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[gendercensus]

On fae/faer pronouns and cultural appropriation

HOW IT STARTED

I had a handful, a very small handful but more than two, responses in the Gender Census feedback box telling me that fae/faer pronouns are appropriative. The reasons didn’t always agree, and the culture that was being appropriated wasn’t always the same, but here’s a selection of quotes:

“Fae pronouns are cultural appropriation and are harmful to use“ - UK, age 11-15

“I’m not a person who practices pagan holidays but, my understanding is that pronouns like fae/faeself are harmful because the fae are real to pagans and is like using Jesus/jesuself as pronouns“ - UK, age 11-15

“I know you've probably heard this a million times, so has everyone on the internet, but the ''mere existence''of the fae pronoun feels really uncomfortable for some of us. I'm personally not against neopronouns like xe/xim, er/em and the like, I am a pagan but apart from the, imo most important, reasoning of that pronoun being immensely disrespectful, I worry as an nb about people who banalize the usage of pronouns ''for fun'', and I'm quoting what some people have told me.“ - Spain, 16-20

“I don't agree with fae/deity pronouns just from a pagan perspective it's very disrespectful to the cultures they come from. Like Fae are a legit thing in many cultures and they hate with a fiery passion mortal humans calling themselves Fae to the point of harming/cursing the people who do it“ - USA, age 16-20

“only celtic people can use far/ faers otherwise it’s cultural appropriation, many celts have said this and told me this“ - USA, age 16-20

So that’s:

❓ Someone who doesn’t say whether they’re pagan or Celtic.

❌ Someone who definitely isn’t pagan.

✅ Someone who is pagan.

❓ Someone who doesn’t say whether they’re pagan or Celtic.

❓ Someone who doesn’t say whether they’re pagan or Celtic.

So, just to disclose some bias up-front, I am English so I’m not Celtic, but I do live in Wales so I am surrounded by Celts. The bit of Wales that I live in is so beautiful in such a way that when my French friend came to visit me she described it as féerique - like an enchanting, magical land, literally “fairylike” or thereabouts. Coincidentally I have also considered myself mostly pagan for over half of my life, and I can’t definitively claim whether or not the Fae are “part of paganism” because paganism is so diverse and pick’n’mix that it just doesn’t work that way.

To me the idea that fae/faer pronouns would be offensive or culturally appropriative sounds absurd. But also, I am powered by curiosity, and have been wrong enough times in my life that I wanted to approach this in a neutral way with an open mind. Perhaps what I find out can be helpful to some people.

So since we only have information from one person who is definitely directly affected by any cultural appropriation that may be happening, the first thing I wanted to do was get some information from ideally a large number of people who are in the cultures being appropriated, and see what they think.

~

WHAT I DID

First of all I put some polls up on Twitter and Mastodon. [Edit: Note that this post has been updated with results from closed polls.]

I specified that I wanted to hear from nonbinary Celts and pagans, just so that the voters would be familiar with fae/faer pronouns. I asked the questions in a neutral way, i.e. “How do you feel about...” with “good/neutral/bad” answer options, instead of something more leading like “Is this a load of rubbish?” or “are you super offended?” with “yes/no” options. I provided a “see results” option, so that the poll results wouldn’t be skewed as much by random people clicking any old answer to see the results. And I invited voters to express their opinions in replies.

Question #1: Nonbinary people of Celtic descent (Ireland, Scotland, Wales, Cornwall, the Isle of Man, and Brittany), how do you feel about non-Celtic people using the neopronoun set fae/faer? [ It's good / No strong feelings/other / It's bad ]

Question #2: Nonbinary pagans, how do you feel about non-pagans using the neopronoun set fae/faer? [ It's good / No strong feelings/other / It's bad ]

The Twitter polls got over 1,100 responses each, and the Mastodon polls got over 140 responses each. With a little bit of spreadsheetery I removed the “N/A” responses to reverse engineer the number of people voting for each option, combined those numbers, and recalculated percentages.

Obviously this approach is not in the least scientific, but thankfully the results were unambiguous enough and the samples were big enough that I feel comfortable drawing conclusions.

Celts on fae/faer pronouns being used by non-Celts (561 voters):

It's good - 42.5%

No strong feelings/other - 44.0%

It's bad - 13.5%

Pagans on fae/faer pronouns being used by non-pagans (468 voters):

It's good - 47.2%

No strong feelings/other - 39.5%

It's bad - 13.3%

Here’s how that looks as a graph:

The limitations of polls on these platforms means that we have no way to distinguish between people who have more complicated views (”other”) and people who have “no strong feelings”, so we can’t really draw conclusions there. If we stick to just the pure positive and pure negative:

Celts were over three times as likely to feel positive about non-Celts using fae/faer pronouns than they were to feel negative.

Pagans were over three and a half times as likely to feel positive about non-pagans using fae/faer pronouns than they were to feel negative.

So Celts and pagans are way more likely to feel actively good about someone’s fae/faer pronouns, even when that person is not a Celt/pagan. That’s some strong evidence against the idea that fae/faer pronouns are appropriative, right there.

~

CORRECTIONS

To be clear, I haven’t done any research about the roots of fae/faer or the origins of the Fae and related beings, but my goal here was to get a sense of what Celts and pagans think and feel, rather than what an historian or anthropologist would say.

On the anti side, here were the replies that suggested fae/faer either is or might be inappropriate:

“I only worry that not everyone understands the origin of the word outside of modernized ideas of fairies.“ - pagan

“As a vaguely spiritual Whatever (Ireland), I think a mortal using "fae" as a pronoun/to refer to themselves is asking for a malicious and inventive fairy curse (on them, their families and possibly anyone in their vicinity, going by the traditions). I have not heard of this term before, so this is an immediate reaction from no background bar my cultural knowledge of sidhe/fae/term as culturally appropriate. My general approach is people can identify themselves as they want.“ - Celtic

So we’ve got a pagan who’s wary that people who use fae/faer (and people in general) might not have a fully fleshed out idea of the Fae. And we’ve got a Celt who doesn’t mind people using fae/faer personally, but based on what they know of the Fae they wouldn’t be surprised if the Fae got mad about it. No outright opposition, but a little concern.

There were not a lot of replies on the pro side, but not because people weren’t into it, judging by the votes. There were a lot of “it’s more complicated than that” replies, many of which repeated others, so quotes won’t really work. Here’s a summary of the Celtic bits:

“Fae” is not a Celtic word, and Celts don’t use it. It is French, or Anglo-French.

“Fae” can refer to any number of stories/legends from a wide variety of cultures in Europe, not one cohesive concept.

There are many legends about fairy-like beings in Celtic mythologies, and there are many, many different names for them.

The Celts are not a monolith, they’re a broad selection of cultures with various languages and various mythologies.

And the pagan bits:

Paganism is not closed or exclusive in any way. It might actually be more open than anything else, as “pagan” is a sort of umbrella term for non-mainstream religions in some contexts. A closed culture would be a prerequisite for something to be considered “appropriated” from paganism.

From my own experience, pagans may or may not believe in the Fae, and within that group believers may or may not consider the Fae to be sacred and/or worthy of great respect. (I’ve certainly never met a pagan who worshipped the Fae, though I don’t doubt that some do.)

And then we get into the accusations. 🍿

“this issue wasn’t started by Celtic groups or by people who know much about Celtic fae. It was started primarily by anti-neopronoun exclusionist pagans on TikTok.“

“[I’m] literally Scottish [...] and it’s not appropriative in the least and honestly to suggest as such is massively invalidating towards actual acts of cultural appropriation and is therefore racist. Feel like if this was actually brought up it was either by some people who seriously got their wires crossed or people who are just concern trolling and trying to make fun of both neo-pronouns and of the concept of cultural appropriation and stir the pot in the process.“

“It wouldn't be the first time bigots falsly claim “it's appropriative from X marginalized group" to harass people they don't like, like they did with aspec people when they claimed "aspec" was stolen from autistic language (which was false, as many autistics said)“

“It's been a discussion in pagan circles recently ... People were very quick to use the discussion as an excuse to shit on nonbinary people.“

“I think it would be apropos to note that the word "faerie/fairy" has been a synonym for various queer identities for decades, too. The Radical Faeries are a good example.“ (So if anyone has the right to [re]claim it...)

A little healthy skepticism is often wise in online LGBTQ+ “discourse”, and some of these people are making some very strong claims, for which I’d love to see some evidence/sources/context. Some of it certainly sounds plausible.

~

HOW DID IT START?

I had a look on Twitter and the earliest claim I can find that fae/faer pronouns are cultural appropriation is from 18th February 2020, almost exactly one year ago today. Again, tweets are not the best medium for this, there was very little in the way of nuance or context. If anyone can find an older claim from Twitter or Tumblr or anywhere else online, please do send it my way.

I have no idea how to navigate TikTok because I’m a nonbinosaur. (I’m 34.) I did find some videos of teens and young adults apparently earnestly asserting that they were Celtic or pagan and the use of fae/faer pronouns was offensive, but the videos were very brief and provided nothing in the way of nuance or context. For example:

This one from October 2020 with 29k ❤️s, by someone who I assume is USian based on the word “mom”?

This one from December 2020, that says “I am pagan and i find it rather disrespectful. It’s like using god/godr or jesus/jesusr.” That’s probably what inspired the feedback box comment above that refers to hypothetical jesus/jesusr pronouns.

If anyone is able to find a particularly old or influential TikTok video about fae/faer pronouns being appropriative I’d really appreciate it, especially if it’s from a different age group or from not-the-USA, to give us a feel for how universal this is.

For context, fae pronouns were mentioned in the very first Gender Census back in May 2013, though you’ll have to take my word for it as the individual responses are not currently public. The word “fae” was mentioned in the pronoun question’s “other” textbox, and no other forms in the set were entered so we have no way of knowing for sure what that person’s full pronoun set actually is. This means the set may have been around for longer. The Nonbinary Wiki says that the pronoun set was created in October 2013, as “fae/vaer”, later than the first entry in the Gender Census, so I’ll be editing that wiki page later! If anyone has any examples of fae/faer pronouns in use before 2013 I would also be very interested to see that.

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IN SUMMARY

Obviously I can’t speak for everyone, as the Twitter polls are not super scientific and they only surveyed a selection of Celts and pagans within a few degrees of separation of the Gender Census Twitter and Mastodon accounts, but I can certainly report on what I found.

For a more conclusive result, we’d need to take into account various demographics such as age, culture, location, religion, race/heritage, etc.

As far as I can tell based on fairly small samples of over 400 people per group, a minority of about 13% of Celtic and/or pagan people felt that use of fae/faer pronouns is appropriative.

A much higher number of people per group felt positive about people who are not Celts or pagans using fae/faer pronouns. The predominant view was:

It can’t be cultural appropriation from Celtic cultures because fairy-like beings are not unique to Celtic cultures and Celtic cultures don’t call them Fae.

It can’t be cultural appropriation from pagan cultures because paganism is not “closed” or exclusive in any way, it’s too broad and open.

~

If your experience of your gender(s) or lack thereof isn’t described or encompassed by the gender binary of “male OR female”, please do click here to take the Gender Census 2021 - it’s international and it closes no earlier than 10th March 2021!

[letarasstuff]

One kind of intern

(A/N): This was requested by @greenslifestuff :) It took me a week or two because I had to interact with my friends in order to get the inspiration I needed 😅 Summary: The team gets to work with a gen z teenager. Let’s see how that goes.

Warnings: Swearing and gen z humour

Wordcount: 2k

✨Masterlist✨

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“Team, this is (Y/N) (L/N). She will be interning for the upcoming three months alongside this team. (Y/N), these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Derek Morgan and Doctor Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia”, Hotch introduces a teenage girl to his team like this happens every day.

“Wait Hotch, we don’t get interns. What is she going to do, no offense, but getting us coffee or what?” Morgan eyes her suspiciously. She looks like any teenager grabbed from the street. A band t-shirt, a torn pair of jeans and a cup from starbucks in her hands. Nothing you would expect to even enter a federal building.

“No offence taken, Agent Morgan. I know having an ugly pickly bitch working with professionals seems weird. It’s just I have summer break and I thought it would be a good thing on my resumé if I already interned in the FBI, because I just graduated and I wanted to go to the academy this fall. But if you wanna do a vibe check with me first, that’s fine by me. Whatever floats your boat.”

The room falls silent. Then out of all sudden everyone turns to Garcia, who puts her arms up in defense. “I don’t even know half the things she said, ask her yourself.”

That’s how the BAU gets their first contact with Gen Z culture and let me tell you it is a wild ride, so buckle up your seats, drink your tea up because we aren’t going to make any stops.

“(Y/N), I need you to come with me. We are going to the M.E. getting the latest reports from our last case”, Morgan tells her while passing her desk. In the blink of an eye the teenager is ready, putting her denim jacket with various pins and bits of patches on.

“Derek, can we get starbucks on the way back? The pumpkin spiced latte is back on their menu and I am on withdrawal. Pleaaaaaasseeee”, she looks at him with a pouty face. Morgan smiles. “Ok, under one condition: We both get one, take awesome pictures and send them to the group chat and then we act like we didn’t get them anything, but we actually buy them their usual.” He got the hang of it pretty fast. “Deal, Sis.”

While they are in the car on their way to the M.E. the agent groans. “Ugh, road work ahead.” “Uh yeah, I sure hope it does!” Morgan eyes her from the side. His whole demeanor says ‘old and confused’.

“What was that, kid?” But (Y/N) begins to laugh. “Don’t you know vines? Short dumb and funny clips people made?” It’s safe to say that this afternoon he learns to speak in vines, getting on Rossi’s nerves because nothing makes sense anymore.

“Ok, I heard you wanted to become a profiler. So I thought I would show you some old cases and then you try to figure out the profile. I’ll present them to you like I do to the team, alright?” JJ and (Y/N) sit in her office, safe from curious eyes. “As right as the law, Ma’am.” 

“Good, this is a case from several years ago. It happened here in D.C. Three men were murdered execution style in the middle of the night in an alleyway. They were all from different backgrounds. The only connection between them was that they were evicted for some form of sexual harassment or assault. The UnSub also had a signature: A shot into their groin while the men were alive.”

Unfaced by the presented facts (Y/N) pops a piece of gum into her mouth. “It do be like that.”

“What?” “I mean, it’s obviously a woman. She experienced any harassment or assault herself. She also has excess to the files, I assume she works as a paralegal, since most of them are women. Female serial killers are extremely rare, but they are better organized. The only thing left to say is good for her getting revenge.” The blonde looks at the teenager with wide eyes.

“I-I guess but you know you can’t say anything like that to Hotch, do you?” She asks concerned. “JJ, I’m dead inside, not dumb. I know this.” But the agent shrugs. “Good. Though I really want to see his face.” “Mood.”

Penelope Garcia is the closest one to relate to Gen Z culture, since a great part of her time is spent on the internet. She happily learns about all the phrases and their meanings as well as the newest trends and hypes.

“Purp is sus, I tell you”, is heard from the lair into the hallway. Spencer and Derek look at each other with concern on their faces. “Do you think they are alright or do we have to-” “IT’S A SELF REPORT I SWEAR PENNY! YOU WORK WITH PROFILERS IN GANDALF’S NAME!” Spencer’s question is answered by that.

“Baby girl, crazy girl, are you doing good? Do you need help or something?” The older one asks warily. But it’s drowned in another screaming match. “I TOLD YOU PURP WAS THE IMPOSTER BUT YOU HAVE TO TELL THEM I VENTED WHEN I DIDN’T! I WANT ALL TIKTOKS I SENT YOU BACK!” “YOU DON’T DARE TO REVOKE MY TIKTOK PRIVILEGES!” “WATCH ME GARCIA!”

“Whoa girls, what about taking a break?” Morgan tries to diffuse the situation. “Yes, I think JJ got new pictures of Henry and Emily brought cookies this morning”, Spencer adds.

The girls, who mere seconds ago were ready to jump each other's throats, look at the other one. “You get the cookies and I go to JJ, deal?” (Y/N) asks. “Deal!” Without sparing the boys another glance they run out of the lair. Their devices are still lit up. A red figure shines into their faces. ‘AMONG US’ is written underneath it. “I think we get too old for this stuff, don’t we Reid?”

Spencer always thought he was young. Of course, his mind is older, but physically he is not that old. But the intern proves him wrong. And boy is he wrong.

“Spencer, is there anything interesting to know today?” (Y/N) takes a seat on his desk, distracting the genius from his paperwork. It is a common occurrence for her to go to him to ask for a fun fact.

“Do you wanna learn something about sloths?” His knowledge (or the writer’s) on this subject is astonishingly big.

“Spill the tea, sis.” “Did you kn- What? But I don’t have tea to spill. And I don’t wanna spill anything, I-” Reid rambles in confusion.

“It’s just a saying, Spencer. There is no deeper meaning to it then ‘Tell me everything about it’. You know, it’s mostly used for gossiping, but I don’t really like to gossip. That’s why I use it in a different context. You got it?” (Y/N) explains it to him in a soft manner, knowing her generation can be complex.

“Yeah, I think I do. Thank you for telling me. I really like the phrase. It has a nice ring. What about you spill the tea about all the phrases you know and I tell you some things from my knowledge?” “I think you got yourself a teacher, genius. But now tell me about the sloths, I love them.”

A few days later Rossi catches her doing some weird moves. “Are you having a seizure or what is your problem, youngster?” Even though he tries not to show it, David took a great liking to (Y/N), thinking of her like a granddaughter. Still, most of her actions confuse the hell out of him.

“I’m practising a dance for tiktok. My friends and I worked on a choreo we wanted to film later. Come here, I can show you.” And that’s what she does in the conference room. The teenager walks him through every move of the choreo, explaining the meaning to it and how it correlates with the song.

“And then you move your arm like that. Exactly like that! You did a great job, David! Are you sure you don’t want to come with me later? We can make you your own account and name it ‘Grandpa-on-tiktok’. You can promote your books over there and it’s a way to float with the trend!”

Seeing her this excited Rossi can’t do anything but agree to the idea. Also, he secretly liked doing the dance thing. It made him feel young again.

“(Y/N), you said you graduated this summer. But your file said you are 16?” Emily asks her one boring day filled with paperwork and countless cups of coffee. “It is what it is”, she mindlessly answers, too focused on filling out the work in front of her.

“I mean yes but how?”

“Emily, smart people exist. I know, coming from me hits different, but here we are.” Finally (Y/N) puts her pen away looking at the raven haired woman.

“What are you talking about? I can’t really follow you.” The more the intern says the more confused gets Emily.

She sighs. “I don’t want to leave you on read here. I kind of am smart somehow. Apparently I was smart enough to skip a grade or two. But it’s no biggie. Many peeps do this, so I don’t sweat it.”

“Even though I feel like you are selling yourself short here, I know you are an incredibly intelligent person. Someday you will be an awesome profiler and any team will be lucky to have you. I really hope we will be the lucky team. But I’m still not sure if this is what I should say in this context.”

“Emily, you are goals. This fam is squad goals. I really hope to be a part of this someday”, (Y/N) admits. “I’m sure Hotch will do his best to get you on the team, you became a great part of it. I can’t imagine a future without you.”

Sadly Prentiss has to get used to a time without the team’s beloved intern. On her last day (Y/N) knocks at Hotch’s door.

“Hey, I wanted to say thank you. The time with you and all the others was amazing and I learned so many useful things for not only the academy but also for my daily life. I really had a glow-up here”, she says after coming in.

Hotch motions towards the chairs in front of his desk. “Take a seat, (Y/N). I got something for you. See it as a compensation for not getting paid for your internship. You really did great work and a better job than some agents, who are doing theirs for many years already but don’t know half the stuff you do. You are a valuable member to the team.”

“Wait, you speak in presence tense. I leave you all this afternoon, you know that, do you?” But the Unit Chief only gestures to a white envelope on his desk. Quickly the teenager takes it and reads it.

“Are you serious Hotchner? Because I will cry you a river if you joke”, she threatens him.

“I’m dead serious, (Y/N). Even though half of your talks are difficult to understand, the other half is twice as useful and important. Additionally to that, you are like a fresh breath of air that the team needed. That’s why a place here will be available for you as soon as you graduate from the academy. I trust you that you will pass with flying colors, I had to promise that to Strauss.”

“Of course, Hotch. I swear on my Animal Crossing Island that I will do my best and more. Thank you so much”, she leaps into his arms.

The others watch the interaction from the bullpen, pretending to not get teary eyed. Their favorite Gen Z Kid will come back to them after all.

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Spencer Reid

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