#I would wear my finest trousers and shirt

[bakugoushotwife]

kinktober day eleven: monsterfucking kink

>>> guys this one may be my fav day ngl...as you can tell by my blog's entire theme that this is my biggest and most violent fantasy i need dragon king bakugou in the worst way please oh my god please

>>> EDIT 10/11: MHA LEAKS OMFG THIS DROPPED THE DAY MHA LEAKS BAKUGOU IS BACK MY GLORIOUS KING!!!!

>>> starring: dragon king!bakugou x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: monsterfucking, bakugou is a hybrid, no prep, creampie, breeding, biting, blood, dark content, kinda forced marriage? mating bonds, uh, i think that's it. >>>wc: 2.9k >>> event masterlist

it was the new king’s coronation day, and as tradition demands, he shall have his pick of the finest women in his lands. you were brought forth amongst a host of other ladies deemed pretty enough for the young king to choose from. you were the only one of them that seemed irritated by the prospect, all the other girls were tittering and combing their hair while discussing their chances of being picked to be the dragon king’s new bride. he examined you all in a line, sneering at all the smiling and fluttering lashes—sending them crying from the room. he pauses on you, his gaze was stern and fiery but you didn’t hesitate to square your shoulders and meet it. he’s surprised; you don’t smile or extend your hand for him to kiss. you challenge him, you tell him with that strong set jaw and steel stare that you won’t be easy. he feels a pull on his heart, something he cannot yet explain. he likes you. 

you tilt your chin up, almost like you’re the one sizing him up. you’re so regal and amusing to him that his mind is made up instantly, but he gives you a few more minutes of looking him over, hoping to see some semblance of interest on your face. king bakugou was a hulking form of a man, towering above everyone in the room. they always were bigger than the normal humans, but he was larger than any of the dragon shifters you had ever come across. the room almost didn’t seem big enough to contain him, and it was his castle. his burlap trousers balloon around his lower half, but it seems there were not shirts big enough to fit the new king of dragons, only a long fur cloak that fastened with a golden dragon broach stretching across the broad expanse of his chest. he was tanned and scarred from years of flight and battle, and muscled even more so. he had hints of sparkling scarlet scales trailing along his collarbones with pointy teeth that alluded to his other form. his biceps bulged as he folded his arms across his chest, admiring you as you admire him with a satisfied smirk on his face. you didn’t throw yourself at him like the rest, and he doubted you would yet still, but you weren’t shy to let your eyes linger on him. he likes you. 

he smirks your way, grunting his approval. you were the perfect match. you certainly were the most beautiful creature of his kingdom, and your womanly figure assured him that he would sire several successful heirs with you. you captivated him and you had not yet spoken a word, though the young king could feel that fierce tugging on his heart again, something he now recognizes to be his mating bond the longer he looks at you and the stronger the feeling grows. 

“mine.” he says simply, nodding at you in content. his right hand man and fellow dragon shifter steps closer, handing his friend and king a fur pelt similar to the one he wears before retreating back into the onlooking crowd. the king unclasps the matching golden dragon, swinging the covering over your shoulders and snapping the jewelry back into place with a surprising nimbleness. this was the first of many gifts the king would dole out for his mate and queen, but this is the first one to mark you as his. you’re shocked to be chosen, convinced he would take your surveying for disrespect and brutalize you here to send a message— but alas, the most explosive dragon ruler in all the lands chose you as his bride. “you are my mate. we will marry in two moons. dismissed.” 

he looks over your head when he says this, ending the celebrations in favor of alone time with his chosen. his gaze has a hint of boredom to it as it glides around the room, red and fiery with unspoken strength and power behind them. you straighten yourself under the weight of your new cloak, bowing your head out of respect, albeit so quick it made the king exhale heavily through his nose as if to chuckle. 

“you are amusing, mate.” he says, extending a warm battle-worn hand to push your hair away from your neck. he lets it rest against your shoulder, smirking at how small you were compared to him. it was overwhelmingly apparent that he could do anything he wanted to with you, and you weren’t necessarily opposed to the concept. you started this day with immense rage and dread at having to go before the king and be selected like a prize horse. but he surprised you, even being every bit as brute and brash as everyone said he’d be, his eyes sparkled when they came across you. he declared you his mate—-a huge deal for a dragon shifter, and shrouded you in the engagement cloak without so much as a second thought. there was no arguing with the king, nor his mating bond. your soul was created to nurture his, and vice versa. he felt this snap into place instantly, as a mortal, you probably wouldn’t feel the strength of your connection for several days to weeks. it was an honor, one you couldn’t believe was bestowed upon you—but you certainly weren’t complaining anymore. “i like you.” 

you feel your body warm a bit from something as simple as his touch. he’s rough around the edges, and certainly doesn’t know how to be gentle or verbose, but his statement makes you smile warmly anyway. “thank you, my king. i’m quite amused as well.” 

he lets his hand slide from your shoulder all the way to your hand, clutching it tight as he brings it to his lips, giving it a chaste kiss. your scent makes his heart skip a beat, and he wonders if he can make it through the next two months without ravaging his sweet maiden. 

the days pass, slowly, but they pass. your king brings you several gifts and trinkets, filling your new chambers with tokens of his affection and fondness for his mate. the dragons were known for this, and your mate was the brightest and biggest of them all. so never did he go out to fly without returning with a clutch of presents. he was always so proud of himself as he showed them to you, shoving all the perfumes and jewels in your hands with a boastful grin. 

“i found these for you. wear them.” he grunts, roughly pulling you into his arms for a crushing hug. he was working on it, but he manhandled you on accident a majority of the time, not used to interacting with women. you were getting used to it anyhow, only giggling and nodding your acceptance, cooing at how beautiful all the gifts were. he preens in your praise, eager to earn the deep affection that the bond produces. 

you couldn’t deny that the bond was starting to affect you, as if you needed any help falling for the monster of a man meant to be your husband. he was kind and loving to you, and you couldn’t ask for much more. he was feared and revered, if you were dumb enough to cross him or his kingdom—soon to be your kingdom, then you earned the punishment of his hellfire tenfold. you wouldn’t find yourself begging for lives to be spared as you stand in the crowd while watching the king dole out sentences. he was brutal, and scary, vicious and primal in every way. his servants tremored in his wake, and though his people loved his protection, they feared his wrath. you were truly the only exception, and it was mystical for everyone to see the fierceness that abounds for his soon to be wife, his forever mate, his queen. and they could only hope your loving tenderness would tame the wild king. 

he took meals with you, showed you around his dreary and plain castle, easily agreeing to your every decoration suggestion and insisting you do whatever you want—this is your home now too. he even took you on rides in his gorgeous dragon form, letting you see how beautiful the sun setting over the kingdom was, flying you to different nations, journeying close to the seawaters so you could feel the salty wind on your skin. he forced himself to sleep in his own quarters at night, trying and struggling to abide by common decency. 

when your wedding day finally arrived, the king was more than ready to make you his queen officially—and then cart you to bed where decency would be the last thing on his mind. the ceremony is gorgeous, the image of you in your wedding gown was never to be forgotten on him, even though he couldn’t wait to rip it off of you. his brain had already geared into the darker side of things by the time you were being shown to your now shared chambers, and he could not resist his mate any longer. 

you weren’t faring much better. however this mating bond usually affected mortal women, it had you ready to climb your king like a tree. as soon as the doors were closed, he was on you, shoving you backwards while hastily tearing at your dress. you assist him in getting it over your head with only minimal rips in the fabric. you can’t bring yourself to care as you fall back on the bed with his body covering yours like a blanket. he’s snarling, but he’s not angry, just eager and too impatient to think about all the lessons he’s learned in being gentle. he scoops you up and tosses you up towards headboard, and you swear you can see steam billow off his form as he eyes you down, watching you lay and spread for him. 

“it’s been hard…waiting for you.” he complains, unfastening his cloak and letting it fall to the floor. the moment is so intense, you can feel the air thicken, smell the need permeating the air. he’s breathing heavily already, tugging at the weaving strings keeping his pants closed. your breath hitches when you see his scales glisten in the moonlight, the outline of his cock pressing against the troublesome burlap material. you pant out and nod, knowing the growth before you was only the first hint of what he had to pleasure his mate with. dragon shifters are larger than mortal men in every way, reflecting their dragon status in several different physical markers along their bodies, scales along their collarbones and spines, long mane-esque hairstyles, and of course their cocks. he steps out of the clothing, his massive leaking dick slapping up against his abs with a loud smack, you moan. 

his ashy patch of hair and the scarlet scales glistening against his hip bones direct your attention to the monster cock you married. he’s long, thick, curved, lined with veins and a throbbing pink tip leaking his pre-cum in droplets on the bed. it was easily half the size of his thigh, both length and width wise. he fixes himself on the bed, shredding your panties with sharp talons and eyeing your tiny hole. he has all the intentions to stretch you a bit, to get you soaked to accommodate him but when he looks back up at you, you’re drooling. 

you can’t imagine how good that’s going to feel inside you. all the times you had touched yourself out of curiosity or even genuine horniness would hardly compare to this, to the man it’s attached to—the way he watches you like a predator tells you there was nothing in this world that would prepare you for what he was about to do to you–what you wanted him to do to you. “i know…” you say after taking a deep breath, reaching for his face. “i’ve had to wait just as long.”

you squirm in place, lidded eyes flickering from his endowment to his eyes and then back again. “just wanna feel my king…i know you’ll fill me up so well.” you coo, batting your lashes. 

he’s not in the right mind to banter with you, the only thoughts crossing his brain at the sight and scent of you was to ravage. he grips your hips tightly, trying to will himself to be stronger and give his new bride the treatment she deserves. he should prepare you like a gentleman, but unfortunately the young king is unable to will himself to be gentle. you seem to read his mind, nodding and spreading your legs a bit further, allowing him to get settled in the space you provide. he wastes no time in lining up with your entrance and bottoming out. he knows it’s sadistic that he enjoys the way your eyes cross at the sensation, the burning and splitting stretch ripping a sob from your throat. you clutch at his arms, the natural slick you produced just from your own anticipation aiding him in the glide. he stays still for a moment, letting you adjust to him so he can also adjust to the feeling of your virgin pussy gripping him like a hand-tailored glove. he can’t fight the groan that leaves his lips, mindfully keeping his talons retracted as he rakes his hands over your plush stomach and wide hips, stopping to paw at your thick thighs and fat ass. he’s already rendered speechless, only able to grunt and groan as he starts to move, putting your legs up to his shoulders as to not face any resistance. you cry out at the new angle, absolutely feeling the searing heat of him splitting you apart, but you love it. you move your hips against his, head digging back against the pillow at the newfound pleasure.

it’s so hard for him to go slow, especially as you fuck yourself into him and cry out for more. your body takes him so well, as it was designed to, but he still didn’t expect it to feel and look and sound so good. he can see himself in your stomach, the spikes along his base curling into you and hitting every spot so well. you didn’t even know it was possible to feel this good, his cockhead drilling into your womb so hard it has the corners of your vision turning white. 

he’s growling, unable to repress his animalistic side completely. he leans forward, snapping his hips to yours as your wanton moans fill the room. he lets his tongue lave over your neck, making you gasp out at the feeling. “mate–i need to mark–bite..” he rumbles in your ear, goosebumps rippling over his body when you whine out and nod. 

“please! bite me, got those teeth f’r a reason—” you plead, your small hand guiding his face to the crook of your neck. your eagerness makes his cock twitch, your enjoyment paramount to him just as much as claiming his mate for the first time. he abides by your wishes, sinking his teeth into your flesh and clamping down, feeling you do the same around his dick. you moan out, clawing at his back with your own kind of talons. he can’t stop, driving bruises and bloody spots all along your neck and chest. he’d never go too deep even in his lusty haze, his primal instinct to protect his other half would never allow him to cause permanent harm. he admires his work, “pretty mate, my teeth marks.” 

he grunts out, gripping your hips and roughly turning you over, grabbing a fistful of your hair to yank you into a deep arch. you scream at the new angle, some blood trickling down your neck and pooling between your breasts. he’s entranced by the shape of your body beneath him, how his hands take up your entire waist and the way your ass ripples as he hammers into you. you’re struggling to hold your body up under the force of his thrusts, gripping the covers beneath you for dear life. he reaches around your hip, locating the sweet bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. your hips falter when he presses his touch to your clit, a little sob coming from your lips as you begin to fall apart. 

“pretty. coat my cock.” he grunts, cock jumping again as you nod and fall forward, your pussy spasming around him like crazy. he feels the rush of you, sending him shuddering towards his end too. “g’nna take my heirs.” he groans, slamming your hips back into his as he spills into you for the first time. 

he pulls out quickly to gather you up in his arms, laying on his back with you protected by the expanse of his chest. you’re incoherent as his seed trickles out of you, and as bewitching as the sight is, he wants you to give him several warrior princes and princesses. so he slides his hands between your legs and chuckles as you jerk when you feel his fingers stuffing his cum back inside. you whine, so sensitive but yearning for all of his touches. he grunts a bit, leaning over to smooth your tousled hair and gently kissing the bruises and shallow wounds he gave you. his kindness touches you, and you relax into his body with a grin, knowing he would hold you to his heart’s content and then have the servants run a bath for the new dragon queen.

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[foxigemini]

Home Is Where The Heart Is (Orm Marius x Fem!Reader)

Summary: A one-night stand leads to something more.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex.

Author's notes: This is a request from an anon. I changed the setting, I hope you don't mind. Maybe it's a bit of cliché, but I just found this easier to write. Takes place before the first movie and after the second.

"C'mon, y/n. Cheer up a little, we're gonna have fun!"

That what's your best friend Maria had said earlier that evening and she always managed to convince you somehow. And she was having fun alright. You sat at the bar and glared over at her dancing with the guy she had been flirting with for the past hour, totally forgetting about you.

You sighed and returned to staring into the empty glass in your hand. It was never you finding someone to flirt with. Maria was the beautiful and confident one. All the guys were always looking at her.

*

Orm lifted his chin and wrinkled his nose as he entered the establishment the surface dwellers called a club. Ugh, this place reeked with sweat and alcohol. It was worse than the Sunken Citadel. He watched the drunk surface dwellers on the floor, grinding their bodies against each other. Was this what they called dancing on the surface? Orm scoffed. So unsophisticated. Orm sighed over the fact that he needed to be here. But, it was important to study all of the surface dwellers behavior, to form the best strategy against them. Sure, he could have sent someone else to reconnaissance, but he only trust his own judgment. And from what he'd seen so far, it would be easy to defeat them. They were so arrogant about their own supremacy in the universe.

Orm scanned the area and located what must be the place where he could buy something to drink. He definitely needed it after spending time on this ugly surface. Thanks to his human associate David Kane, he had obtained currency so he could spend a few days on the surface.

"A glass of your finest red wine," Orm ordered the man behind the desk. The man obliged and placed the glass in front of him. Orm paid what he owed and took a sip.

"Yuk," Orm grimaced at the sour taste. This was the best they had to offer? A giggle next to him made him look to the side. There, he met a pair of sparkling, beautiful e/c eyes looking back at him.

"I know the feeling. I ordered the same," you said with a smile and raised your empty glass.

The blond man quirked an eyebrow and eyed you up and down long enough for you to feel self-conscious. You wouldn't normally call a man pretty, but this man was just that with his stunning eyes blue as the ocean. His physique was slim yet muscular in the black trousers and white shirt he was wearing. You smiled awkwardly and fluttered down your gaze. Okay, didn't this guy know when it was time to stop staring?

Orm had seen many surface woman during the past days he'd spent here, but none of them measured up to your beauty.

"Uhm...so, I haven't seen you here before. Are you knew in town?" you asked to break the awkward silence, cringed at your lame pick-up line.

"Yes. I'm just visiting for a few days. Business," the man replied and finally looked away from you. Not that you really mind him looking at you.

"I see. Welcome to town, I guess. I'm y/n," you smiled and reached out your hand.

The man looked down at your hand like he wondered what he was going to do with it, then he took it in his and you shook his hand.

"Orm. My name is Orm."

"Nice to meet you, Orm."

The man finally smiled and you were lost. "Nice to meet you too, y/n."

*

You didn't know how you ended up at his hotel room. Maybe it was the bad wine clouding your judgment about whether a one-night stand was a good idea or not? Or maybe it was the fact that Orm was so damn charming? A bit arrogant yes, but definitely charming.

Clothes were quickly discarded, both of you eager to feel the warmness of each other's bodies. Orm smirked up at you as he pushed your legs apart, his curls tickling your inner thighs as he opened you up, licking along your inner lips. That first touch of his tongue sent sparks throughout your body and you moaned, your body jerking at the contact. You were already swollen, warm, and open for him. Orm explored your pussy, running his tongue up and down, slowly and deliberately, leaving out the most sensitive parts.

Arousal kept building up in your core, your pussy clenching with need to be filled and satisfied.

Orm sucked your inner folds between his lips, tugging at them, then repeated this on the other side, working his way towards your clit. You grabbed his head, burying your fingers in his curls as your eyes flew open, your body ready for the oncoming pleasure. But just when he was almost at your clit, he worked his way back again and you let out a desperate whine

"Orm, please...," you mewled, bucking your hips against him as his tongue swirled around the entrance of your pussy.

"You want to come?" he asked in a teasing tone.

Glaring down, you met his amused gaze and bit your lip as you nodded, your pussy clenching as he smiled up at you. Orm smirked and lowered his head, sucking your clit into his mouth and massaging it with his lips, rolling it gently, teasingly.

"Oh, yes!" you gasped and bucked your hips against him. Orm grabbed your hips and held you tighter as your squirming became more urgent.

He circled the entrance in small, swirling motions, licking the juices leaking from it. Then, without warning, he pushed his tongue in as deeply as possible. You moaned, a combination of relief and anticipation of the coming pleasure. The low moans escaping from your throat spurred him on. He stopped tongue fucking you and licked his way up to your clit, closing his lips over it. You could feel his tongue swirl around in slow circles, with an occasional flick against it as it protruded from behind its hood.

"Fuck, I'm so close...," you bit your lip and cupped your breasts, squeezing your nipples hard. Orm's only response was to begin sucking on your clit to push you over the edge. Your body tensed and your moans became louder, pleasure washing over you as you came against his mouth. Your orgasm was slowly subsiding when you felt Orm spreading you open and pushing two fingers inside you. You were so wet with arousal and saliva that he easily slipped inside.

Orm looked up at you and met your lustful gaze as he turned his fingers upward, the thick pads toward your belly. Soon he found your g-spot and started to put pressure against it in circular motions, a smirk spreading on his lips as that spongy flesh began to swell.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" you cried out as you came again, your body convulsing as his fingers buried deep inside your pussy gave you the most intense orgasm of your life. Your convulsions began to subside, and at that moment, Orm pushed inside you, all of his thick, hard cock filling you up completely.

"Oh, fuck!" you gasped and grabbed his arms as his cock made your body quiver.

Orm groaned and pushed your legs up to your chest, his eyes feral as he started pounding into you at a ruthless pace that took you to your third orgasm within seconds. Orm continued to fuck you through your climax, his grunts filling the air, growing more erratic with each thrust.

"Fuck, I love how tight you feel around me," Orm mumbled and clenched his jaw as he came, his gaze never leaving yours as he filled your womb with his seed. Leaning down, he caught your lips with his, kissing you softly as his cock continued to twitch inside you. You sighed contently against his lips and slid your hands up his broad frame, neither of you contemplating the risks of what you just did.

~ Some years later ~

The next day, Orm was gone and you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed about it.

"What are we doing here?" Orm asked after Arthur knocked on the door to the house they were standing at.

Arthur looked at his brother with a big smile. "We're at an old friend of mine. She always said that if I ever needed it, she would have a spare bed for me. So I thought, what better place for you to lay low than here?"

Orm raised an eyebrow. "She?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "It was never like that. She's just a friend."

Orm gave his brother a meaningful glance just as the door opened. He turned his head around, his eyes widening when he saw the woman standing there.

You were surprised to see Arthur outside your door.

"Arthur?" you said and smiled at your old friend. "What are you-" You stopped mid-sentence when your gaze landed on the man standing beside him. Your eyes widened when you looked into the familiar, blue eyes and a pang of heat rushed through your belly.

"Orm?"

Arthur looked between the two of you in confusion. "Wait a second, you two know each other?"

Both you and Orm looked away flustered and Arthur immediately understood the situation. He chuckled delightfully. "Really? You two? When?"

"A couple of years back," Orm answered and rubbed his neck, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I was on the surface, doing reconnaissance."

"On the surface?" You frowned as you looked at Orm, your eyes widening when you realized what he was saying. "Wait a minute...are you like Arthur?"

"I'm his brothe-"

"Mommy, mommy!"

Orm stared at the little boy running up to you and taking your hand, a pair of bright, blue eyes staring back at him with wonder. It felt as if all air had left his lungs as he slowly processed what was happening.

Arthur stared at the blue-eyed boy with golden curls then at his brother, then back at the boy again, not being able to find his words for the first time in his life.

"I-I...I didn't want you to find out like this. I searched for you for a long time, but it was like you never existed. Now I understand why," you said with a bitter smile and looked down at your son. "And now I understand where Ozia's strength comes from."

"I...I have a son?" Orm asked in stunned shock as he looked up at you then back at the little boy.

"Yes, Orm." You smiled and picked up your son in your arms. "Orm, this is Ozia. Ozia, this man here is your father, and this is your uncle."

Ozia stared at Orm with big eyes and Orm gave him a nervous smile.

"Nice to meet you, Ozia."

The boy didn't reply, only hid his face against your chest.

"He's a little shy with strangers," you said and smiled. "But hopefully you won't be a stranger for long. If that's what you want? To be in his life?"

Orm looked at you and the boy in your arms, and a sensation he'd never felt before spread in his chest. Was it...true love?

"There's nothing I want more," Orm replied and smiled. For the first time in a long time, he felt warm and safe, like he found the place where he belonged.

Thank you for taking your time to read ♡

Tagging: @alishaslibrary

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[morallygreyyn]

can we get a second part to do your duty pls?? not even just for the smut, i wanna see the reader grow soft for our boy <3

do your duty (omega!illumi x alpha!reader) (part 2)

description: omegaverse au where after you, a wealthy highborn, presented as an alpha, your parents immediately arranged for your marriage to illumi zoldyck, an omega, when you both came of age. as you began to resent the idea over the years, you had no idea that the allegedly haughty and indifferent illumi had begun to feel the opposite…

authors note: this is my favourite fic that i've ever written, no question. part 2 has been sitting in my drafts for just under a year at this point but i'm so glad i'm finally posting it

this fic will be turned into a full story very very soon (i've started writing it) so if you would like to be tagged when it's posted, please lmk! i'm so excited to be writing it as it gives a lot more depth to this fic that i randomly wrote one day because i was reading too much of the omegaverse genre - enjoy!

warnings: same as the last fic

word count: 7.6k (not proofread we die like men).

tag list (adding the people who commented on my last fic so sorry if you didn't want to be tagged!): @justyanderes @laylasbunbunny @expectroyalpurple @ladies-man217 @nai2fly

read part one here

requests are open! please read my rules!

You stood at the altar, fidgeting with your formal black attire. Surprisingly, you weren’t nervous, just more impatient to get this wedding over and done with. You couldn’t wait to get away from your family, from your intended family, from the prying eyes and expectations. Even if you had to drag Illumi away with you, it wasn’t all bad. At least he would also be somewhere he was appreciated.

His wedding necklace lay on an embroidered pillow, waiting to be clamped around the omega’s neck. It was a tradition within rich families for the alpha to claim their omega with a collar during the wedding ceremony, and a bite to the neck during the honeymoon. Any omega with both the necklace and mark was considered untouchable to other alphas.

A ridiculous tradition but one your families insisted on.

You took in your surroundings with a disinterested gaze. It seemed a wedding of this scale was bound to have a large audience. All of your close and distant family were sitting on one side of the aisle, your bride’s family on the other. You could see Illumi’s younger siblings sitting next to Kikyo and Silva, all dressed in their finest. Killua, the obvious family favourite and the heir to their fortune, was sitting between his parents looking for all the world as if he’d like nothing more than to leave. The rest of Illumi’s siblings wore similar expressions, with the exception of Alluka who just looked happy to be somewhere that wasn’t her house. 

You had only a couple of brief interactions with your soon to be in-laws, but from what you could gather, it seemed all of the Zoldyck siblings had a screw loose. Being the eldest, you supposed Illumi had to bear the burden of each of his siblings and all of their unique oddities. Then again, it appeared as though your bride was perhaps the strangest of them all.

When the music started, your heart gave a minute jump. Perhaps you were nervous after all. Turning to face the doors at the opposite end of the aisle, you watched as they pulled apart, revealing your bride. One look at him was enough to knock the breath out of your lungs. 

He was wearing white, forced by his family no doubt, and his pale skin almost matched the tone of the fabric. It was an impressive garment, truly fit for a bride of his calibre. His trousers, while tailored perfectly to his long and slim frame, were paired with an almost translucent, billowing shirt that flowed like water with each slight movement. Attached to the shoulders of his shirt was a matching sheer cape with gold and emerald details embroidered from the hem, branching upwards. 

Turning your attention upwards, you noticed that his admittedly gorgeous long hair was coiled into a bun at the nape, with large gold needles holding it in place. An odd accessory to choose but it didn’t stand out as peculiar.

Illumi looked as if he was an omegan fairytale prince that alpha knights would slay dragons for. You wanted to laugh at the thought that his family was the dragon and your wedding attire was armour. Your wedding ring that was currently lying on a cushion could be your sword. 

Focusing your attention back on your bride, you watched as Illumi’s eyes scanned the room, stopping briefly on his family. It didn’t take a genius to guess what he was thinking. Once his eyes found yours, they didn’t leave your gaze. You tried to give him a small smile in hopes to quell any fears he may or may not be feeling. If there was one thing to come from this marriage, it was that your bride had nothing to fear from you.  

The music started up again, and Illumi made his walk down the aisle. He kept his head held high, portraying almost an aura of royalty. All eyes in the audience were on him and you knew he didn’t want to embarrass his family, so with his gaze firmly locked on you, he soldiered on past the people who raised him and headed straight towards where you waited. 

It didn’t take long for Illumi to climb the steps that lead to the altar and soon enough, he had joined your side. You couldn’t believe he looked even more breathtaking up close.

“You look beautiful.” You murmured, low enough that he was the only one who heard. Illumi, to no one's surprise, didn’t reply. He just quietly stood beside you, surveying the venue. His scent was stronger today, no doubt a side effect of his upcoming heat. It was difficult to maintain a composed exterior when all you wanted to do was bury your face into his neck and drink in as much of the heady scent as you could. 

This was going to be an incredible test of your self control.

On cue, Silva stood from his place in the audience and approached the vacant spot beside Illumi.

The minister approached the altar then, standing before the two of you. “Who gives this omega to this alpha?”

“I, Silva Zoldyck, give my son, Illumi, to this alpha.” Taking the omega’s hand, your soon to be father-in-law placed it in your waiting one. Ignoring the coldness of his fingers, you gently squeezed Illumi’s hand. Silva, having done his part, made his way back to his seat.

“Kneel omega and be brought under the alpha’s protection.”

Illumi dropped to his knees before you, cape and shirt fluttering as he lowered his head to expose his nape. Picking up the glorified collar and feeling the weight of it in your hands, you almost considered walking out then and there. If Illumi was to wear this everyday, surely he’d have neck problems before the year ended. However as everyone was watching, you didn’t even have time to pause. Your fingers brushed over the soft skin of his neck, and clamped the necklace into place, and if your fingers lingered longer than necessary, no one was able to tell. Nobody apart from one.

Illumi rose once you pulled away, his expression betraying nothing of his feelings, if he was feeling anything at all that is. His hand quickly fluttered to brush the foreign object around his neck, feeling its cold, emerald encrusted exterior. At least the green suited him.

It was customary for the omega to wear that necklace in public and you began to hate the stupid tradition that your families were determined to uphold. The saving grace was that Illumi would be yours, and therefore he wouldn’t be subject to anything he didn't want anymore. If your families wanted to follow tradition, then they couldn’t ignore the one that states that the omega belongs to their alpha before anyone else. Not even the Zoldycks themselves had the power that the spouse, now you, holds.

“May all people present today be witness to the union of y/n l/n and Illumi Zoldyck. Today it is their wish, and the will of their families, for them to be joined as one. One heart, one body, one mind, one soul.” The minister paused, and you felt the gravity of the situation sink in. This was really happening. Your fate, that was organised for you so many years ago, the one you thought you could outrun, had finally caught you. The minister turned to you then, not giving you a moment to lament your situation. “Do you, y/n l/n, take this omega to be your lawfully wedded wife and mate? Will you love him, comfort him and protect him? Will you honour and keep him, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Illumi Zoldyck, take this alpha to be your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Will you love them, comfort them and abide by them? Will you honour and obey them, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful to them as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

A small part of you was surprised at the utter lack of hesitation in Illumi’s response.

“May the alpha please stand before the omega and pronounce your vows.”

Taking a breath, you turned to face your bride. You didn’t need a sheet as you had thankfully memorised the vows you had written. Truthfully, you had much different vows a few days prior, however last night had you hastily scribbling new ones as you reeled from the events. 

“I, y/n, take you, Illumi, to be my omega and these are my vows to you that I shall uphold until my last breath. I promise to put you first above all others, your needs and wants will always be a top priority to me. I vow to never turn you away or reject you. I promise to care for and protect you, and to always take your side should you need me to. I will always honour you and you will never be alone as I am now a part of you, just as you are now a part of me. Till death do us part.”

Illumi’s already wide eyes seemed to have opened slightly wider at your words, if that were possible. Perhaps he didn’t expect those vows to be made to him, or didn’t expect the sincerity behind them. Either way, it appeared as though a light flush was creeping up his neck though you couldn’t be sure due to the makeup that expertly covered his skin.

“May the omega stand before the alpha and pronounce your vows.” 

Illumi didn’t have a sheet of paper either and you wondered if he had memorised his too. Then you questioned who exactly wrote his vows because you were sure his family would’ve had some input as to what he was supposed to promise.

“I, Illumi, take you, y/n, to be my alpha and these are my vows to you.” It was almost uncomfortable looking into the omega’s eyes as he began reciting his vows, it felt as though these were for your ears alone and all others present in the room were unwelcome. 

You almost missed what he said as you were too shocked at what was happening. Your omega was promising to obey you, care for you, provide support where you needed it, and all you could focus on was the frantic race of your heart. How ironic that you needed support now at this moment. 

You gave him a small smile once he had finished, providing some proof that you had been paying attention. Something had shifted in his eyes, they looked slightly less lifeless.

“Does anyone present today reject the union of these two souls?” Not a single sound could be heard and you didn’t expect to find yourself relieved, but you couldn’t deny that you were. The minister then asked for the rings, signalling that your ceremony was coming to a close and so was your free life. Though you could argue that it was never free to begin with.

“With this ring, I thee wed.”

“With this ring, I thee wed.” You repeated, swiftly slipping the wedding ring onto his slender finger, giving his cold hands a light squeeze. You weren’t sure, but you imagined he squeezed back. Then Illumi repeated the same steps, sliding your metaphorical sword onto your finger.

Your fate was sealed. Staring at your new wife, you struggled to comprehend the complex emotions that were surging through you.

“By the authority vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, y/n and Illumi l/n!” Then the minister turned to you, shaking you out of your shock at hearing Illumi having your surname for the first time. You had forgotten about that part. “You may now kiss your bride.”

Illumi closed his eyes and waited, and you realised with a start that he was following your instructions from the night before. Immensely glad that you had already practised, you couldn’t help the small smile as you pressed your lips against his. All the kisses you previously shared flashed through your mind and it was almost impossible to keep it as a chaste kiss, you wanted very much to explore the omega’s mouth the way you did last night. By some miracle, you managed to restrain yourself as sophisticated applause rang out throughout the venue.

Hand in hand, you both turned to face your now joined families. You could feel Illumi’s fingers warming under your touch as you both gazed out at the families who had forced you into this situation. Surprisingly, you felt as though you had gained some power rather than having lost some like you had previously expected. You glanced over at your wife who was looking at his family, something deeper lingering in his usual blank stare. You could only begin to understand what he must be feeling right now. Giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, you smiled slightly as he turned to face you.

“We made it.” You whispered as your family ushered you outside the venue to meet the photographer who was in charge of your wedding photos.

Illumi nodded, seemingly unable to find his voice. Subconsciously, you felt yourself grip his hand tighter as you were both suddenly caught up in the drama of arranging family members for the photos.

“Now time for the newlyweds, alone.” The photographer said after what felt like a thousand clicks of the camera, waiting until your surrounding family members filed out of his shot. 

Noticing that there was a slight gap between you, you gently pulled the omega towards you. You could feel Illumi jump slightly at the arm you wrapped around his thin waist.

“Sorry.” You murmured, stepping closer to him like the photographer asked. 

“It’s okay.” He replied, not looking away from the lens. 

Unsatisfied with that response, you leaned to whisper in his ear. “If ever you’re uncomfortable with me touching you, please let me know.” 

“I’m not uncomfortable.” It seemed as though Illumi wanted to say more, but he restrained himself for reasons unknown to you.

Unwilling to pry, you left it there. “If you’re sure.” 

A couple clicks of the camera later, the photographer still seemed unsatisfied with the results. 

“Maybe we’re not photogenic enough for him.” You mused, watching with humour as the man fiddled with the focus.

“Or he needs a new lens.”

Chuckling, you turned to face your new wife, photos be damned. You hadn’t expected your wife to be funny, albeit unintentionally. 

Illumi turned his head to look at you, lips parted ever so slightly, seemingly shocked by your reaction to something he said. Perhaps no one had ever given him the reaction you just had.

Just then you heard the click of a camera, the photographer's astounded voice following soon after. “That looks perfect! We’re finished!”

Without getting the chance to breathe a sigh of relief, you both were then ushered into a side room to fill out your marriage paperwork while the guests made their way back to your family estate where the reception was to be held. You didn’t even get to utter a word to your new wife as you were both relentlessly hounded into signing sheet after sheet of paperwork by the administrator. Barely having time to process what you were signing, you took what felt like your first breath once you left the room and headed outside. 

Illumi diligently followed, matching your steps in silence, heels clicking as he walked.

“I’m amazed you even made it down the aisle wearing those.” You commented, looking at those injury promising shoes.

“They’re not as high as some shoes mother wears.”

“Really?”

Illumi hummed in response, watching as you opened the car door for him. Quickly making sure his attire didn’t get caught underneath him or in the car door, you closed the door and swiftly got into the driver's seat. Pulling away from the venue, you begrudgingly turned onto the main road that would take you home for the reception.

“Maybe now’s the time to run away.” You grumbled after a while, breaking the tense silence between the two of you.

“Why would we do that?”

“Do you really want to spend an evening with our families with us as the centre of attention?” Feeling like it was necessary, you took his empty hand into your free one.

“Not particularly.” Turning away from the window, he stared at your interlocked hands and then at you. “Where would we go?”

Happy your bride was playing along, you cast him a mischievous glance. “Hmm, let’s see. Somewhere far away, preferably warm too. Does anywhere come to mind?”

Illumi shook his head. “I’ve never been anywhere other than my home and yours so I wouldn’t know where to go.”

“Then that makes running away an even greater adventure.” You squeezed his hand and then brushed your thumb over his knuckles. “Perhaps a beach resort on a far away island, or a cabin nestled in mountain woodland? Or how about a skyscraper hotel in a bustling city? Or a cruise ship that takes us to famous tourist spots all over the world?”

Illumi blinked, looking a smidge shocked at all of the options you were suggesting. “All of them.”

“All of them it is.” You laughed, giving him a rare, genuine smile and to your utter bafflement, he offered a small one in return. 

You almost stopped the car. Never in a million years did you think your bride had the capability to smile but here he was. Granted, it was barely there, a mere tug at the corners of his lips, but it was there nonetheless. 

Careful not to break the mood, you pretended you weren’t floored by his expression and went back to discussing becoming runaways. Before long and before you were ready, you pulled up to your manor.

You sighed, wishing you could put the many plans you made in the car into action. “Are you ready for this?”

“It’s only a couple of hours.” He nodded, looking out of the window to the unavoidable party that awaited you. “Then we’ll be on our honeymoon.”

“Our first grand escapade.” You chuckled as you got out of the car, ignoring the fact that you’d have to deal with Illumi’s heat for a portion of it. You circled around the vehicle and opened the door for your new wife. Taking his hand, you helped him stand in those treacherous looking high heels. 

Once he was standing, it was only then that you noticed the proximity. Face inches away, Illumi’s flat gaze was locked on yours. 

“Screw them, they can wait another five minutes.” Wrapping an arm around his waist, you pulled Illumi in for a much less innocent kiss than the one you gave him at the altar. 

You supposed that his upcoming heat was to blame for his whisper of a whine. Nonetheless, it spurred you on. However it was only a couple of seconds later before Illumi pulled away, though it seemed with poorly veiled reluctance.

“We need to go inside.” 

Groaning, you dropped your head onto his shoulder, unable to help yourself from breathing in more of that addictive scent. “It’s not too late, we can still jump in the car.”

“We can later.”

Begrudgingly, you lifted your head and held out your hand. "Let’s get this over with then.”

Nodding, your bride quickly took your hand and you both made your way inside. The sound of applause was the first thing that greeted you, choruses of congratulations rang out from the many guests in attendance.

“There they are!” Your father announced, approaching you with the rest of your beaming family in tow. Illumi’s family also made their way in front of you, looking a little relieved that you had actually gone through with the wedding.

“You’re just in time for the banquet.” Your mother ushered the two of you through the halls and outside to the grounds which had been turned into a wedding reception fit for royalty. 

Extravagant tents had been pitched with many tables and chairs for all your guests situated underneath. Strings of warm fairy lights hung from the ceiling, mixed with garlands of flowers. There was even a dance floor and a couple of chandeliers.

Taking your seats at the head table, you watched as everyone else found their places. Your parents sat at the same table as you, yours on your side and Illumi’s on his. It didn’t take long for everyone to be seated, however you did find it a bit funny that some people were hidden due to the giant bouquets adorning every table.

“Attention please.” Your mother called and almost immediately there was silence. “I would like to give a huge congratulations to y/n and my new son in law, Illumi. We welcome you with open arms into this family and wish you a very happy marriage. With that, I’d like us all to raise a toast to the newlyweds. To y/n and Illumi l/n!”

You didn’t think you’d ever get used to hearing that. Absently, you wondered what Illumi thought of his new name.

The banquet was a boring affair. Multiple dishes were put in front of you, each more elaborate than the last. Buzzing chatter from the attendees filled the air, even your parents eagerly chatted to the Zoldycks. It seemed as if you and your omega were the only silent ones. 

Determined not to be the odd ones out at your own wedding, you turned to Illumi, making sure to keep your voice low so you couldn’t be overheard. “So, have you thought anymore about where you’d like to go?”

The omega looked at you, seemingly happy enough to be speaking with you and not part of the larger conversation that was happening at your table. “I keep trying but I can’t picture anything.”

“That’s probably because you don’t know what you like yet.” You tapped your chin in mock sympathy. “I’m afraid there’s only one cure for that.”

“What’s that?”

You grinned. “We have to keep travelling until you do know.”

“Okay.” Illumi nodded, apparently liking the sound of your suggestion. 

Toasts came after the food and you all but blacked out during most of the speeches, most being the same with well wishes, future children, and inheritance. It was decided before, with heavy backing on your part, that neither you or Illumi would have to make a speech. You said everything that needed to be said in front of family during your vows. Anything else was for your bride’s ears only.

You leaned towards him, lips almost touching his ear. “Was that as boring for you as it was for me?”

Your wife agreed with a bob of his head. “They were all the same.”

“I guess money and children is all we’re good for.” You joked humourlessly, hating the truth to it. “How I would hate to disappoint them.”

“You sound as though you would love nothing more.”

Laughing lightly, you smiled mischievously at Illumi. “Perhaps I would.”

You were brought out of your scheming by your father announcing that the banquet was over and it was time for the first dance. 

Groaning internally, you took Illumi’s hand and led him to the centre of the dance floor. You could not only feel your nerves, but you imagined you could feel his too. Dancing? Neither of you had practiced that. Granted, you should’ve expected to dance at your own wedding, but in your defence, you didn’t want to think about it much until today. Vaguely remembering the ballroom dance lessons your mother insisted you take in your younger years, you somehow managed to get both you and your bride into position.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” He whispered as you both waited for the music to start.

“Not a clue, I’m just going with it.” You could see Illumi’s shoulders oddly relax at your words and once the music started, you guided him around the dance floor. Stiff in the beginning, you both began to get the hang of it more and more and soon enough, you were both gliding across the floor. You even chanced it by spinning you both around, Illumi’s cape swirling around you like a ripple of water. 

Once the music stopped, everyone applauded and joined you on the dance floor as the music started up again in a continuous loop.

“Looks like we survived.” You panted, struggling to regain your breath. You were only stepping together now, both coming down from the extravagant display you put on.

“Somehow.” Illumi looked at your joint hands, seemingly lost in thought. However, just when you were about to ask, your mother cut in.

“It’s time for the parent dances.”

Ah, you had forgotten that you would be dancing with your mother, and Illumi with his father. Reluctant to let go, you suppressed a sigh and you took your mother’s hand and guided her around the dance floor. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Illumi watching you leave until his father approached. 

“It looked like those dance lessons you took came in handy.” Your mother remarked, pleased to be proven right. “I told you they would and yet you still complained.”

“Yes mother, thanks to you I didn’t make a bumbling fool of myself and my bride.”

She hummed and her smug expression stayed in place for a while until it dropped abruptly. 

“It will be a lot quieter without you now.” Her voice was softer, as if she had just realised that she was losing her child today. “Take good care of your omega, we’re quite high maintenance. It takes a lot to keep us happy.”

Actually smiling, you kissed your mother’s cheek. While your family did many things that you disagreed with, your mother wasn’t entirely bad all of the time. “Just say you’ll miss me and be done with it.”

She didn’t hesitate to playfully smack the upside of your head before giving you a serious, pointed look. “Just make sure his needs are met.”

Ah, so she also knew about how Illumi was raised. “I will.”

“I know you will, I raised you right.” She spoke proudly. “Also, I know where you’re going for your honeymoon.”

Neither you or Illumi knew where you were going so it came as a shock for your mother to bring it up so soon. “You do? Where is it?”

“Of course I do, I’m the one who organised it.” She smiled at your eager expression. “We have the family run beach resort which you seem to have forgotten about.”

“The beach resort? As in the island beach resort a couple of miles out to sea?” You stared at her, flashing back to your hopeful conversation in the car a couple of hours ago.

“The very one.”

A whole month by the beach, on an island, away from your families. You couldn’t have asked for anything more than that. “Illumi will be overjoyed to hear that.”

“Will he? I never know what that boy is thinking.”

You laughed, understanding that feeling all too well. “Neither do I but I better start figuring it out.”

“Yes, you should.” Suddenly her gaze shifted past your shoulder. You followed her gaze to where your father stood at the edge of the tent, beckoning you over. “Your father wants to speak to you.”

“This can’t be good.”

“Regardless, don’t forget what I said.” Your mother smoothed your attire, looking more lost than you’d ever seen her in your life. “You did so well, I’m so incredibly proud of you.”

You were frozen, unable to comprehend the words you had never heard directed at you throughout your whole life. “You are?”

“Of course. Look at the responsible alpha you’ve become, how could I not be?” She kissed the top of your forehead before letting you go. “Don’t forget about me in this new chapter of your life, okay? Feel free to take me and your bride out shopping any time.”

Laughing once, you bid your mother goodbye before making your way over to your less favourable parent. 

“Father.” You greeted, walking with him out of the tent and onto the grounds. It was night now which made the fairy lights seem all that more inviting. 

“Y/n, I trust you’re enjoying your wedding.” 

“I am.” You were surprised that your response wasn’t a total lie.

“And your bride?”

“Is probably enjoying it just as much. Speaking of, I haven’t seen him in a while so if you’ll excuse me I should probably get back to him.”

Before you could make your getaway, your father spoke again. “One moment.”

“Yes?” You feigned politeness through gritted teeth.

“After your honeymoon, I expect news of an heir.”

“What?” Somehow, you had almost forgotten about that crucial part. How stupid of you. 

“You will do your duty to this family and put an alpha child in that omega as soon as possible.”

Oh you didn’t like his tone one bit. 

“That omega is now my wife and therefore a part of this family. You will show him respect.” You couldn’t hold back the sneer if you tried. The way he spoke about your omega had you seeing red. “I will put a child in him if he so wishes and he does, so rest assured, our family will have heirs.”

Your father made a move to reply but you cut him off before he could. “Also, his name is Illumi and he’s now your son-in-law.”

You didn’t bother sticking around to see your father’s face, and you quickly retreated to where you knew you could be alone for a moment. Slipping away from the reception and into the manor, you successfully made it to your room. Throwing open the doors to the balcony, you had a wonderful view of your wedding reception which you had abandoned. Closing your eyes, you quietly listened to the sound of the merriment that you couldn’t bring yourself to be a part of.

Surprisingly, it hadn’t been all bad. You had even enjoyed some parts of your wedding. It was just a shame that your father had to bring you crashing back down to earth. 

A child? You weren’t sure you were ready for that just yet. There were still so many things you wanted to do that would become a lot more difficult if you had a child to worry about.

You spent a few minutes wallowing until the sound of heels could be heard approaching from the hall.

“Y/n?” A muffled voice called from behind the door, the only one you wouldn’t turn away.

“Out here, Illumi.” The door to your room pushed open and your bride stood in the doorway, looking at you with that same unreadable expression.

He slowly made his way into your room, drawing closer to you. “Why are you hiding?”

“My father was getting on my nerves.” You admitted, resting your forearms against the railing. “They’re already hounding me about putting an ‘alpha baby’ in you.”

He nodded, as if that made complete sense to him. “I need to produce heirs.”

“No.” You shook your head, hating that your mate was brainwashed into thinking that bearing children was his duty. “You’re mine now. You don’t have to answer to them anymore, not if you don’t want to.”

“I know, I obey you.”

“Not if you don’t want to, Illumi.”

“I want to, I made a vow.”

“A vow your family wrote no doubt.”

“I wrote my own vows.” He whispered, as if unsure he should be revealing this information.

Baffled, you turned to face him with wide eyes. “You did?”

“My parents checked over them, but yes.”

“Then why did you write that one?”

“Because I want to obey you.” You were so sure he’d leave it there, but to your shock, Illumi kept speaking. “You’re my alpha and someone who has my best interests in mind.”

He moved to stand beside you, heels clicking against the marble flooring. 

“And that's a good enough reason to obey my every word?”

“I also know you’ll put me and our future children first.”

You snorted. “Still not seeing how this adds up.”

Then your omega did something you never expected to happen twice in a lifetime, let alone twice in one day. Giving you a small, half smile, you had to strain your ears to hear his soft whisper. “I know that you’ll never do anything to harm me.”

It was obviously quite challenging for Illumi to say such a thing as his expression quickly shifted back into one of indifference, but for a brief fleeting moment, you felt as though you had cracked through his impenetrable armour. It was clear that his parents didn’t care for their oldest child, and you wondered to what extent did that mental, emotional and physical abuse scar the boy before you. Being touch starved was about the extent of your knowledge and you shuddered to think about what other things your mate must be dealing with.

You nodded, unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arm over his shoulders and bringing the omega into your side. “You’ll always be safe with me. I'll take care of you.”

You couldn’t stop the mushy words from leaving your mouth even if you tried. You supposed it was the injustice he had faced, you couldn’t help but want to shield him from it all. Perhaps you really were a knight in shining armour come to save the prince.

“Will you?” His voice was quieter than you had ever heard it before. Maybe his upcoming heat was affecting him more than he let on? If this is what he was like before his heat, you wondered with abject fascination at what he would be like during.

Hooking a finger under his chin, you tilted his head up. Once your eyes locked, you gave your bride a lopsided grin. “I made a vow.”

Illumi took a sharp intake of breath, an uncertain hand slowly coming up to rest on your one. You caressed his cheek, unable to stop yourself from marvelling at his unique beauty. It still hadn’t settled in yet that this was your wife. He now bore your last name. He was your omega. Illumi was yours. Yours.

Perhaps his heat was starting to affect you too. 

You could feel Illumi leaning into your touch, as if he was desperate for it. You could also sense his hesitation, unsure what to do with the attention he was receiving, clearly not used to it like an omega should be. You would be sure to fix that. It may take several years, and perhaps all the damage done could never be erased, but you would try your very best to help him through it. Your own private vow to him that didn’t need hundreds of witnesses to hear it. Just one was enough.

“From now on, if you ever feel like you need me for anything, don’t hesitate to ask, okay? Even the smallest of things.” You whispered as you leaned in, unable to bear the thought of someone overhearing. “I promise, I will always be by your side to help you through it.”

Guiding his chin upwards, you brought your lips to his. It was meant to be a simple reassurance kiss however when Illumi so eagerly opened his mouth for you, all innocent notions flew out the window, so to speak. Pulling Illumi flush against your body, you deepened the kiss. 

He desperately clutched the front of your shirt, as if you were some kind of lifeline. You could feel yourself doing the same, your grip tightening around his waist, ensuring there was no gap between you. You couldn’t explain how you felt, even if you tried. 

From not wanting to be married and pretending as if your bride didn’t exist, to wanting nothing more than him being safe in your arms; your emotions were almost giving you whiplash. 

But you didn’t have time to focus on that, not when Illumi was making breathy little moans in your mouth. His whines and whimpers, while still quiet, were a little more audible today. Another side effect of his heat. 

Before you both passed the point of no return, you reluctantly broke away. “We better go back down.”

“Can we stay up here for a while longer?” Came a barely audible response, as though he was daring to ask for something unattainable, something he wasn’t allowed.

You were shocked he would even suggest such a thing. “Why?”

He hesitated, unwilling to say too much.

“Illumi?” You tried catching his gaze, wanting to know what thoughts he was locking away. “What’s wrong?”

“You might be stolen away again.” You could’ve sworn his grip on your shirt tightened. “I...”

“What?”

“I don’t want that.”

You would have laughed at the situation if it weren’t for your new wife finally showing some vulnerability. Perhaps his heat was a considerable factor in why he wasn’t as tight-lipped. “Are you possessed?”

“No, I think my heat is already affecting me.” Bingo.

“Ah, so you’ll say what you really think only when you’re about to go into a heat cycle. Got it.” You teased, shooting him a half grin. “Don’t fret, you’re the only one I want to dance with anyway.”

He caught your gaze then, almost too innocent with the way his flat eyes locked with yours. “Really?”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his. “You’re my bride and this is our wedding. Of course you are.”

“Oh.” Came his response. 

You stroked his cheek, loving the way he subconsciously leaned into your touch. “Just a couple more minutes then.”

Standing behind him, you wrapped your arms around Illumi’s narrow waist and looked out at the festivities below. 

“Honestly,” You whispered after a couple moments of silence. “This wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting. Even dancing with my mother was somewhat enjoyable.”

“I enjoyed dancing with you.” Illumi’s voice matched yours. “Even if you are terrible at it.”

“I’m not that bad! I got us through it, didn’t I?”

“I suppose.”

“You suppose.” You huffed, resting your head on Illumi’s. “How does it feel now that your surname isn’t Zoldyck anymore?”

“It feels weird.” He paused, considering his words. “But not in a bad way.”

“Weird in a good way? You’re happy to have my last name?”

“Yes.”

“Huh.” You didn’t want to say how happy that made you. You didn’t even know the reason why. “Nice.”

Illumi let out a breath that almost resembled a laugh.

“You seem a lot less guarded today.”

“Would you prefer me the other way?” He seemed to ask this honestly, as if he truly wanted to know.

“Absolutely not, I’m quite happy with you like this.”

“I see.”

You left it at that, closing your eyes and feeling the summer breeze that carried the sound of festivities with it. An odd sense of calmness washed over you, one you hadn’t expected to feel in this situation but it was welcome nonetheless. Illumi seemed a lot less rigid in your arms, as though he had finally found a safe place where he could finally, finally let the mask fall.

Maybe you could get used to this after all. 

“We really need to go back down there now.” You sighed after a couple of minutes that felt more like seconds, not really wanting this quiet moment to end. 

“I suppose we must.” Illumi didn’t move from his position in your arms, nor did you make any effort to remove them.

You chuckled and finding the will to step away, you held out your hand to your new wife, offering him a rare genuine smile. “Let’s rejoin the celebrations. We are the main event after all.”

Heading back downstairs and outside, it was almost as if you had never left at all. The celebrations were still in full swing by the time you spun Illumi back onto the dance floor. As promised, you held on tightly to your omega and didn’t even consider dancing with anyone else who wasn’t him. 

A couple of songs had passed before you remembered your previous conversation with your mother. “Oh, I know where we’re going for our honeymoon.”

“Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“It’s not a surprise if you know.”

“I meant it’s a surprise for you.”

“But I want to know.”

“You’ll know soon enough.” You chuckled, spinning your bride before pulling him back in. “But I can give you a hint.”

“Please tell me where it is.”

It was incredibly difficult not to tell him then and there, but you held firm to your silly little game. “One hint, take it or leave it.”

He huffed slightly, giving in to your ridiculous behaviour. “Fine, what’s the hint?”

“I mentioned it earlier today in the car.”

“But you mentioned hundreds of places.” He protested and you could almost see a slight pout forming.

“Mhm, you did say you wanted to try them all.” 

“How am I supposed to narrow it down?”

Your grin turned evil. “You’re not.”

Before he could retort, you pulled Illumi in for a kiss. Smiling at the small noise of surprise he made, you quickly pulled away again. Your good mood soured when you noticed who was getting closer to where you were.

“It’s almost time for you to leave for your honeymoon.” Your new mother-in-law approached, giving you a warm smile before turning to her son. “You must change before you go, follow me.”

“I’ll see you soon.” You whispered to him, placing the ghost of a kiss against his cheek before he was whisked away to change into more suitable travel attire. Your only issue was that Illumi was to be alone with his mother and who knows what sort of nonsense she was going to fill his head with. At least you’d be able to rebuke it now. 

You also quietly slipped away to get changed. Having previously set out travel clothes the night before, it didn’t take long until you were back under the fairy lights waiting for your omega. You passed the time talking to some distant relatives, only partially listening to the conversation as you eagerly counted down the seconds until you could leave. You didn’t have to wait long until Illumi returned, side by side with his mother, in flowy clothes, save for his wedding necklace, that seemed a lot more comfortable than what he was wearing a few moments prior. 

You watched him as his disinterested gaze scanned the crowd, actively seeking you out. Watched him as he spotted you and looked for all the world as though he wanted nothing more than to run to your side. Before he could move towards you however, his mother caught him by the arm and whispered something harshly in his ear. Illumi nodded and pulled away.

“What was that about?” You asked when he approached, automatically wrapping an arm around his waist. 

He just shook his head, clearly unwilling to give the details now. You made a mental note to ask later. 

Car packed and ready to go, you were ushered towards the driveway by the rest of your family. Clapping and cheering filled the night as you helped your bride into the car, and finally pulled away from the place you called home. 

It was an odd feeling, driving away from your childhood manor to start a new life. Granted, it wasn’t one you had chosen but something told you it wasn’t bad. Sneaking a glance at Illumi, you decided that perhaps this was almost something you would have wanted for yourself, without the family duty aspect.

“Can I get another hint?” Illumi broke the silence first, seemingly thinking very hard about where you were driving to.

You laughed at his helpless tone as you turned onto the main road that would take you to the docks. “Fine, I can’t drive the entire way there.”

“You can’t?” Illumi’s nose scrunched slightly, brain working on overdrive in attempts to figure out where his first adventure would take place. 

“Nope.” You were still chuckling as you relished in the odd glow this day had filled you with, feeling lighter and freer than you had in years. Taking your wife’s hand, you began the long journey to the coast. 

“How are we going to get there?”

“Ah ah, that’s more than one hint.”

He paused, contemplating the options. “Are we going by rocket?”

You couldn’t help it. His innocent tone had you thrown into a fit of laughter. You had no idea your bride was able to crack jokes, albeit accidentally. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” You had to calm down and focus on the road. It wouldn’t do to die before your honeymoon. “No, we’re not going by rocket. Hate to break it to you but we are limited to this planet.”

The omega hummed and looked out of the window. He then very quickly realised that he couldn’t see much in the dead of night. 

When did Illumi get so cute? Or was he always like this and you just never noticed? He certainly wasn’t like this around his family, that much you were certain about. A delicate, warm feeling settled over you at the thought that maybe, just maybe, he was like this only with you. That he was comfortable enough that you wouldn’t judge, yell or reprimand him if he put a toe out of line. 

You felt yourself grip his hand tighter.

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter illumi #hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #hxh x you #illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi hunter x hunter #illumi zoldyck x reader #illumi x reader #hxh illumi #illumi hxh #hxh zoldyck #zoldyck family #do your duty #killua #killua zoldyck #hisoka #hxh hisoka #hunter x hunter hisoka #hisoka marrow #hxh chrollo #kurapika

[finelinevogue]

just george

summary - he will be the king to everyone, but to you he is just george

word count: +1k

a/n: first bridgerton fic but i just love george and his story too much to not post something!! i hate the ending but if you have any concepts send them my way xxx

Being in love with a man that is promised for someone else is the most devastating thing a heart can endure.

Especially when that man is the King of England.

King George has been King since birth and is the strongest, most bravest, man you have ever had the pleasure of meeting. He is kind, smart and beautiful. If only you could tell him these things to his face, but you have sworn to yourself that you must not let your heart show to him. 

It will only end in heartbreak.

For you are only one of the Royal housemaids. 

You were pulled from the workhouse at a young age and have grown up as George has. Even though you could never publicly play together, George always managed to find a way to sneak away into the gardens with you, or the castle turrets, to talk about the stars. 

It was only when Reynolds rushed into the room where you had been cleaning did you realise something was very wrong.

George hadn’t been seen all day, which was unusual, but you just assumed he had been visiting his mother or some other. It never occurred to you he might have run off because his new bride was arriving today.

“The King is missing.” Reynold’s speaks to Brimsely, but loud enough for you to hear. 

You carry on dusting, whilst trying to overhear their conversation.

“Since when?” Brimsley asks, trying to remain calm.

“Since this morning. No one has seen him and no one can find him.” Reynold’s stresses.

Even though you could not speak, you had a multitude of thoughts racing through your mind about where you knew George would be. George may live in one of the biggest estates in England, but if you properly know him and where to look then the palace grounds suddenly become quite small. 

You excuse yourself from the room, passing it off as a chamber pot break. The duo don’t even recognise that you’ve gone. 

Looking over your shoulder you check to see if there’s anyone behind you. You know there shouldn’t be, because this side of the castle is not well staffed. The King requires privacy in some areas of the castle, just for moments of quiet. You know this, because George told you when you initially started to sneak off together. 

Every time you sneak out you worry that you’ll get caught and that your life is on the line, yet every time George reassures you that nothing will ever happen to you. 

You pick up your skirt and run down the corridor, before stopping at a wooden door. Normally it is locked shut, but by the slight crack in the opening of it you know that you’re on the right track. You push it open, slide through, and shut it tight again. 

Then up the 168 stairs you go. Right to the top of the turret. 

As the stairway lightens towards the top you hear panting and panting. You run a little faster and take the stairs two at a time. 

Barging on to the top of the turret you find George pressed against the side of the wall, sprawled out low so no guards can detect him. His hand are over his heart as his chest heaves heavily. He is still wearing his night clothes - a basic black shirt that V’s down his chest and black trousers made of the finest linen. 

“George!” You whimper as you fall to your knees before him. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. I am here.” 

Your hands move to atop of his and his gaze moves from the heavens to yours. His eyes are bloodshot red from tears and his dark circles give away how little sleep he has had. 

“Y..Y/N...” He speaks so softly. 

“I am here. You are okay.” You nod your head at him confidently. “I am here.” You’ve found that with most of George’s attacks you have to reassure him that you’re there and that you have no intentions of leaving. Not that you would ever.  Even with his new bride, you will always be there for him still. 

“Y-You are h..here.” He breathes out jaggedly. 

“And you are okay.” You smile warmly at him, moving one of your hand up to cup his cheek. His skin is slightly clammy from his attack. His head moves to the side your hand had just touched his face, making you think he was having an episode of twitches, but instead his face melts into the touch of your hand. He closes his eyes as he nestles into the warmth of your touch.

“Th-ank you.” He says - like he always does, no matter how many times you’ve told him it is unnecessary.

You are about to tell him that he does not need to thank you, but he cuts you off before because he knows you well enough.

“As your King, you will a..accept my thanks without quarrel.” He opens his eyes to look at you and you press your lips together to prevent you from arguing. You nod softly and he thanks you again. 

“She is arriving soon.” You speak softly so you do not cause him to be anxious again. “But you do not have to meet her if you would rather not.”

George laughs with little happiness, “Nothing would make my day better than not having to meet her.” One of his hands goes to hold yours against his cheek harder - grounding him. “But I am the King and I have duties.”

“You come before them. Your health comes before–” You try to argue.

“No. No, Y/N, it does not.” George’s eyebrows furrow. 

“George, listen–”

“No, Y/N, you listen. I must meet this woman as she will be my bride and she will be your Queen. It is what I have to do.” George cut you off firmly, leaving you speechless.

You took your hands out of his and moved to sit back against the wall beside him, with a solemn face. You wished it didn’t have to be like this. You wished in another life George could be promised to you instead. Instead, he was already someone else’s. Not that he ever was going to be yours. 

“I wish you were not the King.” You say quietly, not even thinking he would hear you.

George reached for your hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. You swallowed the lump in your throat and tried your best to make it look like you were okay.

“If I were not King a lot of things would be different.” He agrees with you.

“How so?”

“Well, most importantly, I would already be wedded to someone I actually love.”

Your heart dropped and your chest heaved a few heavy times as you tried to hide the heartbreak. You were foolish to think you would even be his second choice after his future bride.

“Is she kind?”

“Well...”

“I hope she is kind, George. I hope she loves you and all of you. I hope she farms in your vegetable gardens with you. I hope she is funny, because God do you need some laughter in this life. I hope she knows how lucky she is to have you and that she tells you every morning.” You quickly wipe some stray tears away from your cheeks with your free hand, “Because that is the kind of love you deserve, George. And no less.” 

“Well, apart from the fact you are not funny...” George says simply, like he has not just confessed his undying love for you out loud. 

You turned your head to face him with a shocked expression, jaw relaxed and mouth open. Your eyes watered and so did George’s. He granted you a small smile when he saw your cheeks blush.

You had no idea what to say. This could not be. He was bound to another bride. You would be committing crimes if you were to even be seen touching him as you are now, let alone accept him to be yours. 

“George...” You whispered into the wind.

“It has always been me and you. That will not stop with the arrival of my new bride. I may not be able to call you my Queen, nor my bride, but you will always have a place here,” he holds a hand over his heart, “A place that no one owns but you.”

“Oh why could you not just be Farmer George!” You laugh out a sob, tears running down your cheeks as he laughs at your reaction. It makes you want to cry all over for a positive reason. “Or even, just George.”

“I can be just George, just for you.”

#kind of hate the ending but meh #bridgerton #bridgerton fic #queen charlotte bridgerton #queen charlotte george #bridgerton george fic #corey mylchreest #corey mylchreest fic

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#347

“Over here, pig.  You are a pretty little thing.  Come on over.  I want to inspect you.  You are shorter than I expected, but that’s even better.  Go on and take off your T-shirt.  Let me see those fag tits.  Ooh they are nice and soft.  Now your shorts….  We’ve been chatting on line for how long?  I made it fucking clear that I expect you to do exactly as I say.  Obedience, humiliation, degradation, were never up for debate.  You’ve begged me repeatedly to use you like the nasty fag cunt pig you are.  I need to see if you will deliver on your promises, I want you naked, out here in public, no undies, no shoes.  Hell, I don’t even want you to wear your watch or your glasses….

“…Now I want you to go into that men’s toilet over there.  Get in the most humiliating pose you can think of and wait.  Go….  Oh wait, get back here.  I forgot to do this.  Lean forward.  Even though I want you naked, we agreed you would wear this hood.  This should make it easier for you to be anonymous to the men who will fuck you tonight.  They will see you as an object to be used and tossed aside, not a person.  Don’t worry about your shit; I will gather up your clothing.  Now go….

…

“…Well look at you, on all fours pulling your cheeks apart showing off your cunt to any man who walks in.  Your nose in the floor drain is a nice touch. 

“Ok pig.  I got to take a wicked piss.  You will be the urinal.  Normally I would plant my piss in your stomach directly.  But seeing that the runoff will pass by your lips, you might as well start licking it up as it does.  Ahh, pretty sight.

“The rules for tonight are… I make them.  That’s it.  You are nothing but two holes and a lot of meat to abuse.  Both holes will take whatever I or any man shoves in there: cocks, fingers, fist, cigar ash, dildos, piss, spit, shit, dip, toes, boots, whatever.  Tonight could be a parade of dozens of men or it could just be me.  You’ll service all men….

“Lick up my piss.  Nasty hunh?  Cream of asparagus soup will do that.  You wanted it nasty.  Pig, this is only the beginning.

“One final thing.  You won’t see any of the men you serve.  This blindfold will be secured to your hood…. Like that.  It and your hood are now padlocked on.  Now your sole focus are your two holes and how to service the men who use them.  The hood is not going to come off until well into the morning.

“Feel that?  That’s my leak.  You got my juices slathering your hole.  That’s all you are going to get for lube.  It’s up to you to keep it leaking….  Fuck yeah, make that hole wink.  Oh fuck that’s hot.  I can’t take any more.  I need to cunt you….  Oh scream, get it out of your system.  A proper cunting needs to be brutal.  Oh fuck does that feel good.  Squeeze harder.  Oh yeah…. Bitch, impale yourself on my dick.  Oh yeah.  Oh fuck.  I’m getting close.  I’m getting close.

“You hear that?  That car door slam means one thing.  Your first anonymous cock to service.  I hear boots, loud boots….

“Well hello Officer.  I was expecting you to show up later on.  It’s fine.  This is the nasty fag cunt pig I sent you pics of last night.  It’s almost ready for you.  While I blindfolded and hooded it as you wanted, its hole is not loaded up yet.  I just set it here up for the evening….

“…Well faggot cunt pig, you have the eight-inch cock of one of the city’s finest men inches from your mouth.  He’s not going to talk here.  He doesn’t want you to later recognize his voice.  I’ll be issuing the orders. I’m still in control.

“Oh man!  Smell that?  I can all the way back here at your ass.  Oh faggot.  You can’t see it, I’ve never seen that amount of dick cheese.  Stick your tongue out.  Feel the weight of that massive head.  Run your tongue all around.  Clean it all off….  Ah, you don’t like that cop cock crud, hunh?  Don’t start heaving.  You start, you’ll want to vomit.  You puke, you lick it up off the floor.  And you better not get any puke on this man’s trousers.  Trust me, you don’t want us both pissed off at you.  Keep licking….  You’re disgusting. 

“Take his head in your mouth and slowly go down inch by inch, all the way to the root.  Show him what you can do with his massive cock.  I forwarded the video you sent me going down on that foot long dildo.  We all know take him to the root….  Dedicate your airway to him… to us.  You are here to serve.

“Pay no mind to what my dick slamming your hole.  Focus all your attention on the cock in your throat.  Fuck.  Keep going up and down on the root.  Fuck yeah faggot.  Your cunt is relaxing into a great fuck.  Oh man.  I don’t know how much longer I am going to last.

“Oh shit.  Faggot cunt pig, he just took out his cuffs.  Your night just got significantly more interesting.  Face to the floor!  In fact, start licking his boots.  Put your hands behind your back. 

“…Pig, you don’t know the situation you are in.  You are blindfolded, hooded, naked, covered in piss, and now cuffed in a public toilet.  A man you just met off the internet fucking your cunt while a cop old enough to be your father had you clean off his dick cheese.  Now he’s turning around.  Holy hell.  That is one hairy meaty ass.  Pig, too bad you can’t see this, but you are about to eat the asshole of a mountain of a man, well over six foot, over two fifty, with a meaty ass covered in hair.  His crack is filled with it.  You are one lucky pig to eat the ass of a real man.

“Here, I will guide your head….  Why are you pulling back?  So he’s not 100% clean.  That’s your issue, not ours.  In you go.  And I expect not only that crack to be clean but for you to stick your tongue deep into his ass.  You are a fucking pig; this is your job. 

“I love how I can feel you gagging by your cunt spasming around my cock.  Oh fuck.  I’m going to go for it.  Fuck yeah.  Oh my god.  Fuuuuuuck!...  God damned that was good.  That’s a three-day load in your cunt.  Clamp down.  Don’t fucking lose one drip.

“…Did you hear that pig?  The man said, ‘I’ll take it.’  You know what that means?  I’m done with you.  But he’s not.  He’s taking over here.  Looks like he’s going to be using my load as lube. 

“Officer, it is all yours.  I am out of here.  I’ll dispose of its clothes and shit in a dumpster far from here.  And just to be clear, I am now square with you?...  Good.  No more surprise visits?...  Fuck yeah.

“And nasty faggot cunt pig, I wish you the best with surviving this cop and his cock.  I would say ‘See you around the neighborhood,’ but we all know that will never ever happen.”

[sleebyfrogs]

The shirt for my historically accurate Toy Soldier cosplay is done!!!!!

[Image: two photos, both taken in a mirror, of a young, transmasc person in their bedroom, wearing a reconstructed, white Victorian dress shirt. It has a shield-shaped bib area and a tab below the placket, with a detachable rounded collar and cuffs. The front placket and collar have a narrow black edge, and everything is fastened together with pearlescent shirt studs and cuff links. In the first image their face is blurred out, with comically simple eyes and a moustache doodled on top. In the second it is obscured by the body of a mandolin, held by its neck in one hand. Their short, dark hair is visible under an antique black-and-red military cap. End ID.]

(*almost historically accurate, and almost done)

After all this time!!!!! I started in September(?) and it’s now May but a lot of that was just putting off starting the twenty eight hand-done gimped and tailored buttonholes this ended up requiring because I can’t do anything by halves

If you’re wondering, I used this pattern, which worked wonderfully for me (special thanks to this tutorial too for demonstrating some of the more difficult parts), but I spent a long time trying to alter it to fit me, and to fit flatteringly, as I have never made a garment this complex before and I do not have the body an average men’s pattern expects. I had to do a lot of things multiple times over, but I’m really glad I did, because it’s definitely the most effort I’ve ever put into anything like this, and the finest sewing work I’ve ever done. I feel very dapper and handsome.

I did machine-stitch most of it because I knew, knowing me, that I could either end up with an ahistorically-sewn shirt or no shirt at all as I would procrastinate sewing all of that by hand just. Forever. I did hand-stitch a lot of it though, mostly the felled seams and fiddly collar bits. And the buttonholes. God so many buttonholes. The black edge is bias tape that I folded in half and ladder-stitched to itself through the shirt/collar fabric. (Also the horizontal seam you can see near the bottom in the lower picture exists solely because I didn’t have the fabric to cut the front out in one, and that part gets tucked into the pants anyway. Piecing is period.)

I’m still working on combining my various incomplete bits of antique cuff link and stud sets in the least-mismatched way, and the shirt itself is definitely not perfect (and there are still some minor adjustments I want to make), but all this to say I’m delighted with my work and excited to move onto the next item, which will probably be either the trousers or waistcoat, and I intend on documenting those too! I learnt so much from this experience and one day I’ll likely make another shirt much like it.

(Also, I’m happy to answer any questions about it!!! I know I could have used footsteps to follow in when I started this project)

They/them

#The Mechanisms #The Mechs #The Toy Soldier #Cosplay #Victorian #Fashion #Sewing #Historical sewing #Shirt #Dress shirt #19th century menswear #Toy Sewldier #Is my new tag for this project holy shit #Doriginal #One step closer to becoming a full-time dandy #It begins

[cicaklah]

🌹

How about Diana as constant wearing one of 47s suits???

Edwards tells her to wait in London, and so she goes to New York. Deep in the Garment district, she finds an unmarked basement, and goes to say hello.

“This is some of my finest work”, the old tailor says. “I never thought I would see it again. How is he?”

“He…is fine.” Diana says. “I mean, he is alive. He won’t be needing these anymore and I figured that construction this fine shouldn’t go to waste.”

The old man grins at her cheekily.

Her first act as Constant is done wearing the suit.

Guiseppe never usually does womenswear, but he understands a woman’s body like the dirty old man he is. Worn with a shirt, the suit is merely a well cut example of the trade. The fabric is fine enough that the double-breasted jacket drapes well around her body. The trousers she’s wearing today are impeccable.

Worn without a shirt, and with the skirt she swore took years of Guiseppe’s life when she modelled it for him, it is altogether another story.

#wip ass pussy #hitman #i think thats all my hitman wips now

[ofstormsandsaints]

Hi babes idk if you want to make headcanons but could you do headcanons for how Beatrix dresses?

Absolutely! please do ask me anything

Fashion headcanon - a Beatrix lookbook

While writing this headcanon, my brain couldn't stop thinking about @nutaella-kookie 's take on a lookbook for Beatrix. So I will list down all the points I agree on, then go into detail.

-Huge Grace Kelly inspo

-Shades of cool blue, light sand/beige, cream, touches of brown and white

-Shuu and his mother do have a similar colour palette because they both know what looks good on their fair warm-toned skin, with their golden locks and their piercing blue eyes.

Richard Jenkins photography

Jenkins is specialised in historical period so if you are looking for any accurate historical fashion depiction: here

And obviously, I had to take a look at his work after I'd found the Beatrix dress on Pinterest. (yes, the red one).

Through the centuries, she would dress like this in the human world: following diligently the fashion trends and requirements of the upper-class.

Mostly wears her hair in an elegant bun, thin strands of curly hair escaped from the hairdo and framing her face as she roams the castle, looking for her eldest.

She doesn't like it when she can't keep her hair under control - because her curls soften her features.

In the human world, she would not care that much about her appearance or about the variety of her wardrobe. She focuses on having lasting pieces that solely evoke her status.

She is rather modest: no eccentric lacy pieces at the end of her sleeves, no too-tight corset, no hats jabbed with peacock feathers, or shawls of the finest Chinese silk, embellished with threads of vermillon and gold and her shoes are simple heeled-boots, often black.

But she does like adding some feminine accents to her outfits with pearls essentially. But also lockets. Victorian golden pendants set with small rubies, sapphires or turquoise, glazed with faceted glass, smooth enamel. She owns a whole collection. All with different sprigs and flowers carved on the precious metal - each unique. Karlheinz gifted her one, a stylised chrysanthemum carved on the concave side of the locket. It was a few days after Shuu's birth.

On her day-to-day life

A boss. (because I find the term 'girlboss' rather infantilising, in my humble opinion)

Beatrix is an efficient woman. The strict, rigid façade left aside, I do imagine she would favour practicality and versatility over anything.

Here, we are talking about how she would dress in modern days, both in the demon and human worlds:

Suits.

Silken shirts, white embroidered blouses, polo-necks made of the finest wool, long sleeves always, coordinated vests and high-waisted trousers made of viscose topped with a fine leather belt to accentuate her waist, golden, fine bracelets, no rings except her wedding ring.

The mature combo of old money and dark academia.

She would make an amazing Ralph Lauren model.

Haute Couture gal

Ok Bea, time to shine.

3 words: Dior.New.Look

And now, 3 names: Christian Dior, Jacques Heim and Pierre Balmain

@samsvenn : being a Dior model is in Beatrix's DNA, that's why Reiji looks so damn good. (your headcanon was amazing)

She was born to wear these 1950s-1960s dresses. Full petticoats, boned bodice, slightly padded busts.

Only top quality fabrics: velvet, damask, taffeta, silk and lace obviously.

Straight or sweetheart necklines mostly, she doesn't like to draw too much attention to her cleavage while her shoulders and neck are already exposed by her hairstyle and dress.

Even if Cordelia is known for her alluring, flamboyant looks, Beatrix manages to shake the audience with her composed yet regal posture.

But there is this one time when she left everyone astounded.

Even Karlheinz.

We are talking about a long silk lavender dress, paired with small diamond earrings, a matching necklace and a oh-so delicate tiara. The light purple accentuated elegantly her eyes yet highlighted her golden locks. While the rich fabric was lightly reflective - making her shine like a distant star.

She'd wore this dress at a reception, soon after her honeymoon with the king. The court was marvelled, Cordelia gave her a dirty look but stayed calmly next to Richter while Karlheinz offered to open the ball.

She accepted, took his gloved hand and held it firmly as they started waltzing magnificently.

It was soon after her honeymoon.

And soon before she'd announced him that she was pregnant.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers headcanons #diabolik lovers fashion #dialovers #requests open #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #kou mukami #yuma mukami #azusa mukami #carla tsukinami #shin tsukinami #kino #beatrix sakamaki #beatrix

[monsterthalia]

"Satin in candlelight" for Anders and whoever you'd like? :3

I also had ‘Satin in Candlelight’ as a prompt from @bigcheezey, so, I hope you both enjoy!

For @dadrunkwriting Rating: T Pairing: M!Hawke/Anders Words: 1694

The satin had been a mistake. Not even a fun, “we’re going to regret this in the morning” kind of mistake - a mistake that Hawke was already regretting, here and now. 

Anders was already beautiful at the worst of times. Dirty-haired, hollow-cheeked with dark circles permanently embedded under his eyes, pale skin from too many hours spent in a clinic that wasn’t bloody well in Lighttown, wearing the same scruffy coat every day - even then Hawke would get distracted by his eyes, his mouth, his entire sublime being, by the soul and presence which radiated outwards and entranced him so completely. 

But now, having been cleaned up and dolled up by Isabela in time for this fancy do, so that he could slip in amongst Hightown’s finest and look like he belonged -

“What do you think?” Anders had asked, holding out his arms and doing a spin with a playful smile, “Will I do?”

His hair was clean, softly glowing and resting around his shoulders like spun gold. Several weeks of living with Hawke and having sunlight, rest, and three square meals a day, had begun to fill out his cheeks, had helped the years to fall away and make him look his age rather than old before his time. A new earring, a gold chain as fine as a thread of silk, flashed and caught the light, subtle but mesmerising, and drew the eye to the warm glimmer of gold brushed on his cheekbones, lining his eyes. And the clothes - well cut trousers clung to his legs in a way that Hawke envied, lovingly sculpted the muscles cultivated by hiking up and down Sundermount once a week, and a deep blue sash accentuated his waist, gathering his shirt together to taper in perfectly from his broad shoulders. And the shirt - that damnable satin -

Hawke had just nodded, once. “Good. Let’s go.” 

He couldn’t say any more. Not right then. Not if they were going to stand any chance of actually going to this damn party. He called to Bodahn they were leaving, told Dragon to keep an eye on Leandra, and they left the house into the cooling Hightown evening for the short walk to the de Launcets.

By his side, Anders was smirking, ever so slightly.

-

It had been a while since Anders had looked so good, and he knew it, and he loved it. Isabela, it transpired, was a gift from the Maker as a shopping companion, and had been the accomplice he needed in assembling tonight’s ensemble. It helped that a few sparkly accoutrements had just happened to find their way into her bag, which he definitely couldn’t have afforded otherwise, even on the bag of coin Hawke had given him to ‘dress like a useless noble’ to accompany him to this party.

Hawke had not said a single word about what he was wearing, or so much as looked at him since they’d left, and that meant he must look fantastic. It was all he could do to suppress a gleeful smile at the fun he was going to have this evening.

He let Hawke make the introductions (“- my good friend, Anders, a fellow Ferelden -”) whilst he ran his eyes over the crowd. Amaranthine had been, if nothing else, a swift lesson in high society that he never would have had otherwise. If he’d tried to deal with this lot as he’d dealt with politics in the Circle, several people would leave this party on fire, and he liked this shirt. He remembered Warden Tabris facing down all those nobles with an unwavering steely-eyed glare, and glanced sideways at Hawke. Well, he had that covered.

He turned on his dazzling smile instead, and was an utter delight to everyone he spoke to. Surviving in the Circle meant being good at talking to people, making them like you, making them believe you liked them, so people would stick up for you, ask after you, might be inclined to intervene if a Templar started something. If Hawke needed these nobles to like him, Anders would make them love him.

He was just listening to some young man’s boring account of a hunting trip with feigned enthusiasm (had that gasp when the bear appeared been a bit much? Well, the young man didn’t seem to notice or care) when he felt, rather than saw, Hawke watching him from across the room. He was not talking to anyone, just looking at Anders, and Anders felt the heat of his stare against his skin, felt a blush spread on his cheeks. 

He just grinned, raised his glass, and went back to listening raptly to the bear story.

-

That fucking shirt.

So pale a blue it could pass for white, but here, illuminated only by candlelight, the pockets of shadow in its creases and folds revealed its true nature, and the colours shifted mesmerisingly, like the wings of a dragonfly or the tail feathers of those blasted peacocks the Harimanns kept which were screaming all hours of the morning.

Every move Anders made, every hand gesture or gentle touch of an arm, was a portrait in motion, an enticing dance, and the way the satin gleamed and teased in the light, it was begging to be touched. To be caressed. To be held, in a way that would crumple it against a hot unyielding body, before being tugged aside to bare the sweaty skin beneath-

Anders knew. He found Hawke staring, and just grinned, saluting him with his glass before going back to talking to some nobody who Hawke hated now just on principle, just for being the focus of Anders’ attention and charming smiles. He knew what he was doing to him, and he was enjoying it. He knew Hawke would only hold out so long, before he - 

“What are your thoughts on our Qunari visitors, Messere Hawke?” someone was asking him in a drawl, “I hear you have become something of an envoy to them from the Viscount, do you care to venture-”

“No,” said Hawke flatly, not even looking as he crossed the room to Anders.

-

Anders felt him approach, felt the gentle stoking of his heart and blood which came just from having his lover near, and suppressed the triumphant smile. He just kept listening to the bear story, nodding politely, eyes suitably wide as though very impressed with the hunter’s skills, like he himself hadn’t hunted a dragon just this last week. “And then what happened?” he asked with a hint of a gasp, just as Hawke reached him.

“Anders-” Hawke began.

“Shh, I’m listening.” He didn’t even look at him, and he heard Hawke’s slow inhale and exhale in frustration, and tried not to grin.

“Well, the bear was damnably large, as I already said,” the noble continued, delighted at his expanding audience, “Two arrows in it already and not even slowed. So I said to my fellows, we’ll need to be smart about this, so-”

“I must borrow Anders.” Hawke cut in with all the finesse of a sledgehammer, and Anders felt his hand close around his wrist firmly, felt his pulse quicken in anticipation. “Excuse us.”

He dragged Anders across the room, out into a quiet corridor away from the light and bustle. The moment they were out of sight, Anders turned to grin at Hawke, to make some joke about his lack of manners - but Hawke was already all over him, shoving him to the wall and covering every inch of his body with his own, pressing his thigh between his legs and his lips to his neck.

“Oh Maker,” was all Anders could gasp, all witticisms deserting him as his blood all rushed from his head and headed south to where the fun was. All of Hawke’s compacted, hard-earned muscle was pressing down on him, pinning him in place, and his mouth at his neck was half teeth, like he was a moment from devouring him. He gripped him back, running his hands from his shoulders down to his waist, but feeling utterly outmatched, completely overwhelmed - he tried to grind against Hawke’s leg, to get some urgently needed friction, but he could scarcely move. “Hawke-”

Hawke was merciless, slowly kissing his way from his neck up to his lips, consuming him so thoroughly and leaving him weak, whimpering with sensation, head empty of anything but him. All the while his hands traced over Anders’ chest - over the fabric of the shirt - and every inch of skin felt like it was being bathed in fire and ice, the heat of his hands followed by the cooling soothe of the satin. Anders was aching to feel that touch on his bare skin.

Hawke’s lips moved back to his neck, to his ear. “Good shirt,” he breathed, taking Anders’ earlobe in his teeth and biting gently. The sharp hurt went straight to Anders’ groin.

Words were difficult. Words were scattered. “I’d noticed,” Anders just about managed, still gasping, but just speaking was able to bring him back to himself a little, and the noises of the party began to drift back to him as though from a long way off - but, no, Maker, they were just round the corner. Anyone could have -

Hawke’s hand slipped down to the front of his trousers, ran up and down the hard length trapped there, and Anders stopped caring. “Here?” was all Hawke asked.

Yes, everything in him wanted to cry, but his instincts for self-preservation did not desert him even now, and he shook his head, said, “Upstairs. One of the rooms.”

Hawke nodded and, before Anders could protest, swept him up in his arms and clambered the stairs two at a time. He kicked open the first door they found, saw it had a bed in it, and threw Anders down upon it. Anders heard the lock click, and then Hawke was back upon him, pressing him down into pillows and bedsheets, running his hands over him in an unhurried pace which told him he had no intention of finishing this quickly -

It was a good shirt, Anders noted to himself as he met Hawke’s lips with his own and surrendered completely. But perhaps not one for evenings where Hawke had to do literally anything else.

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"It is not a date," the werewolf would utter in slight disgust, if not even boredom, as the human rituals around love had long ceased within his interests, "I request your presence over dinner as I wish to enjoy peace and quiet over a glass of wine, a good meal and your mouth on my cock."

There it is. The catch, or perhaps blessing in the ears of Tyler depending on what mood he found himself in. A sight to behold, however, was the red-haired werewolf dressed in a much finer suit than usual his tall stance remaining in front of Tyler as piercing gaze examined him; " ... please , put on something else , we are not dining within my usual apartment , I am taking you to an exquisite, private glass balcony where the city can be overlooked. I do not wish to see you wearing common clothes, go to my wardrobe, there is bound to be something I have outgrown ; go, Tyler. "

Valentines this, valentines that. Oh he could hurl. The pitiful cries of his secretary at the desk, how she'd cry in silence over an ended relationship, a weak man who had followed his pathetic urges and found himself a younger version. While Krasimir could understand lust, he also understood loyalty, and the man behind his secretary's frustrating sobs had earned himself a wake up call and reminder (and her a bouquet and chocolate of finest quality, all things Tyler didn't need to know or hold against him).

"Could you please hurry?" wrist would tilt, the diamond-decked Graff watch reflecting against his eyes, "I would like to feed you, fuck you and repeat such as needed before morning ; if you do hurry, I might offer to let you do as you please with my body for fifteen minutes. "

It was a date. It really fucking was…. But Tyler did bite his tongue on the contradictions and instead laughed politely as he stepped into the Judge's home. Checking out the nines worn right now, not his usual get up, suits and tie for sure, but this felt like he could taste the money on the back of his throat from just looking at a cufflink here. "Well, I wouldn't say no to dick in my mouth, but to be wined and dined? Now Krasi, that's a little special on today's whole deal?" He didn't deny it made his stomach flutter, sure, they had a thing and an odd thing it was, but it was a great thing to be called upon like this out of the blue. Not that it'd be boring or dull, but he didn't really have many plans after selling his Valentine seasonal candles.

Humming thought at the demands rolling from that tongue to his bones, making him shiver in just all the right ways, Tyler looked down at his garments and nodded with a simple understanding. He wasn't atrocious in today's outfit. Turtle-neck, slacks, brown shoes - he was pretty damn stylish together, if he says so himself, but it was casual. Too casual for a fucking... "Glass balcony? Wait, is that that expensive place uptown?" Tyler did straighten himself out a bit, sparkling at the treatment here. "Krasimir, you should have said on my way over, shit, I'm a bumpkin!" He moved into the apartment as natural as ever, moving to strip off his turtle-neck and belt, to kick off his slacks on his way to the bedroom. "That place has like a year-long waiting list!" Tyler knew! He's heard so many of his friends try and grab a spot over the years, even he looked into it once or twice to try and make a dent on Krasi's card.

He didn't shy away from tugging open the others' wardrobe. Inhaling the natural hum in the air and aftershaves used. "Oh, which cologne you want me to wear?" He called out soon enough, reaching out when he spotted his favourite button up - not one he often wore to get his back blown out in, but one he wore when he was left alone here after a heavy romp session and a lazy morning for one. Slithering the silken shirt over his frame, he shamelessly buttoned himself up neatly, using a lick of a magic to form cufflinks and tugging them into place around his wrists. A small protection rune out of habit and as he moved to step over to the trousers, he eyed the shades with a critical eye before finding the right duo. "Shit, should I wear a waistcoat?" He was panicking a little, this place was like God Tier levels of high society…

Being scolded only made him furrow his brow and blow a raspberry before grabbing what he deemed just right for this place. Tugging the pants over his thick thighs and his shirt right into place neatly, he didn't shy away from sliding his arms through the Italian style blazer, adjusting a strand of hair as he stepped out with poise and ease. He wasn't a stranger to class and whatnot, but it wasn't his usual place to go. Auctions were pretty much the same, but this was nicer. "Shit, this okay?" Krasimir was stared upon by those green pools, hope within each that he did get into something worth this place and to quell the wolf's impatience. Though to be fair, it was this idiots fault for not spelling the beans before Tyler arrived.

Tyler did his best with what he had, thankfully - Krasimir had a fucking mall in his bedroom so, Tyler was cleaned up head to toe with expensive clothing. Sharp lines, elegance and if anything, only amplified his body shape as his fingers ran through his hair to slick it back in a more professional and classy style than its usual hanging fringe. "Krasimir, rate me? Would you let me suck your dick in this fit?" Smirk.

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (233): Fri 4th Nov 2022

Up early to drive through to North Shields for the second of my twice yearly servicing. I got there in good time and didn’t take any wrong turns and the bike didn’t break down in the tunnel which I live in constant fear of. While I was traveling through the tunnel (and I don’t know why I’m bothering to include this in the blog) I wondered whether it was possible for a sperm cell to actually get stuck in the dick mid-ejaculation. If there was a tiny whole in the side of the urethra and the sperm just swam into it. After being in there for a while this would start to cause the sufferer pain and the sperm would need to be removed via micro surgery. I think after the sperm had been removed the owner would request that it be put on ice and kept just in case he decided to get a woman pregnant somewhere down the line because based on that sperm will have proved it’s a survivor with durability and that it definitely wants to be born (like I say, dunno why o felt the need to include this bizarre daydream I had at a time when I really should have had my full focus on the road but it’s helped fill up my word count so I shouldn’t complain). The lass in the shop said it would be ninety minutes to complete the servicing. Before I went for a wander I bought some new waterproof motorcycle trousers to replace the leather Jim Morrison pants with the big hole in the arse that I’ve been wearing for the last year. Yes they look sexy and the hole has made going for a shit a lot easier but I think it’s time for an upgrade. I wandered around North Shields town centre for a while and discovered that there had been quite a few ads for InfoWars.com written in chalk on the street. I wondered why whoever wrote this had decided that the best place to direct people to the work of Alex Jones was on the street. I know that Alex Jones is in desperate need of money now that he’s being sued for nearly $1 billion but I doubt that placing ads for his website on a small section of a street in the North of England will drive enough people to the site who will be willing to buy $1 billion worth of t-shirts and muscle powder. I really should go for more walks because whenever I do I always seem to stumble upon weird shit like this. I went back to the shop, thanks Ed the staff / wished them a Happy Christmas and told them I’d see them next year (even though I’m planning to shop around for a garage closer to home so I won’t have to drive through to North Shields twice a year).

Tonight’s Hollyoaks was a “very special” episode featuring Maxine walking home drunk from a night out. On her way she experiences a lot of sexism and is assaulted as she arrives back in the village. During her report to the police she starts to blame herself but is reassured that no matter how drunk or how provocatively a woman chooses to dress this is no excuse for men to abuse them. This episode was awesome and Nikki Sandersons finest performance to date. Hollyoaks haven't had characters who party or go clubbing for about 10 years when they stopped using The Loft and the SU Bar. Hope it goes back to being the party soap that it used to be. Eric was trying to influence the girls’ evening from home by writing sexist stuff on their social media. I really hope this Incel storyline ends with Maxine escaping Eric’s caravan, Eric stepping out with his laptop & then getting struck by lightning which kills him & disables all the Incel forums on the internet (somehow…I haven’t worked out the science of how this would work). There was a moment where Tony’s son Beau (Tony has a son named Beau now apparently) staged a lock-in at The Dog. Eric protested but Beau said he was going nowhere. Beau could have burned Eric even harder if he'd have said "I’m going nowhere mate. Just like your virginity"

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