#but know that I am thinking of these old hags always

[caramel-flan]

My Zv offscreen delusion... dancing to venti’s old music at 2am in zl’s adeptal abode nightly

#genshin impact #zhongli #venti #zhongven #art things #drawn while working on another illustration inspired by a furniture item heh that I hope to finish! #i am trapped working on convention artwork for the next month #but know that I am thinking of these old hags always

[phoward89]

Banner by me. Dividers by @saradika

Summary: When Coriolanus signs you out of the hospital to bring you to his Corso penthouse, you see a glimpse of his dark side. Will that glimpse make you run away from him or to him?

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Coriolanus Snow is his own warning! Possessive!Coriolanus, Obsessive!Coriolanus, DelusionalCoriolanus, Dark!Coriolanus, Soft Dark!Coriolanus?, Head Gamemaker!Coriolanus, Mentions of death, Mentions of planning murder, Mentions of cheating/infidelity (not on reader), Mentions of poison, Large age gap/difference (Coriolanus is 33 while reader is 18), Manipulation, Groping, Slapping, um...trying to think of anything else.

Here's the 2nd part of Forever & Ever, My Darling Rose. I gave the Reader a last name, Halvir, in this just to make some scenarios etc a bit easier to write. But the Readers first name is up to you lovely and wonderful readers to come up with.

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Chapter 2:

Coriolanus marched towards the nurses’ station with a haughty airs to him. He gave off an entitled, but dangerous aurora that had the nurses shaking in their white nursing hats. He'd threatened to kill every single one of their loved ones (friends, family, pets, estranged family, etc) if something happened to you and the nurses were terrified that he'd make good on that promise. Considering you went out of your mind with a nightmare and cornered yourself into your room, resulting in him being called there to calm you down, the nurses were fearful.

The nurses quickly grabbed their charts and scurried off, excuses that they had to check on patients echoed into the air, as the head gamemaker got closer to the front desk. Patients that are most likely asleep since it was nearly 3 in the morning. Yes, the nurses left their charge nurse behind to deal with the wrath of Coriolanus Snow. The nurse assigned to you was the first to bolt.

“I'm signing Y/N Halvir out since your staff is too incompetent to properly care for a victor.” Coriolanus firminly told the charge nurse as he came to a stop right at the desk she was sitting behind, all by herself since the staff abandoned her to face a fate worse than death alone.

The charge nurse refused to meet Coriolanus’ eye while tentatively informing him, “Head Gamemaker Snow, sir, it's ill advised to sign her out. She hasn't been checked by a doctor and she seems to be dealing with some post traumatic stress.”

Wrong Answer. Coriolanus was outraged that some old nurse had the gall to tell him that he couldn't do what he felt best for his, HIS, darling rose. What did that old hag know? If it wasn't for her calling him, you would've hyperventilated and passed out from sheer fear in the corner of your room.

A private room that he was footing the bill for, by the way.

Well, looks like he'll just have to make the charge nurse’s loved ones disappear for her lack of skills tending to you. He'll also find out who was your assigned nurse, make that useless twit disappear along with her loved ones. Well, the Citadel could always use some more lab rats to conduct mutt experiments on.

“It may be ill advised, but I assure you that I am signing Y/N Halvir out of this hospital and taking her with me, where she'll be properly cared for.” He calmly told the nurse as his cold blue eyes cut her down. Leaning down over the desk, causing him to be face to face with the old nurse, Coriolanus hissed, “Your insubordination has won your son, a doctor, and his family a transfer to District 6. Seems like the hospitals there are in need of more doctors due to the rise in morphling addiction amongst the district citizens. It's such a shame that both of your grandchildren, a boy and a girl, will now be eligible for the Hunger Games as District 6 citizens.”

The charge nurse shook with fear as she pleaded, “Please, Head Gamemaker Snow, don't do that. Please, don't be so harsh.” Quickly, she worked on her computer while adding in, “I'm printing out the discharge paperwork now, just don't send my family away to District 6.”

Coriolanus just stood up straight, his full height of 6’0 towering over the charge nurse as she sat at the desk, typing and clicking away at the computer. He didn't say a word to her, just stared her down with cold, dead, blue eyes. 

The charge nurse swallowed down a sick feeling that was welling up while rising from her seat to scurry over to the printer. She silently prayed to the printer, which was growling louder than a feral animal, to hurry up and spit out the paperwork for your discharge. 

Coriolanus grew bored waiting for the necessary paperwork for your release. So bored that he was tapping his shiny black shoes against the linoleum floor. 

Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click, click. Click, click-

“Here’s that paperwork for you to sign.” The charge nurse told Coriolanus while hurrying over to him. Quickly she placed the paperwork on the desk before grabbing a pen from the cup on top of the desk. “And here's a pen, sir.” She practically threw the pen at him.

“Thank you, but your family's still headed to 6.” He simply said while signing and initialing the stack of paperwork he was given. It seemed a bit of an overkill in his opinion.

The nurse turned as white as a sheet upon hearing Coriolanus’ words, but she didn't dare try to fight him on it. Her family's fate was sealed by the sadistic head gamemaker, a man whose temperament was worse than his father, the late General Crassus Snow.

Once Coriolanus was finished with your paperwork, he left the front desk without so much as a thank you or a goodnight to the nurse, and returned to your room. You were sitting on the bed watching some late night rerun on Capitol tv whenever he entered your room. Looking between you and the tv, he chuckled, “You like the god awful cooking show where the chef curses out his potential staff?”

“We only get 3 channels on our tv back home in District 12 and this is one of the channels.” You explained to him while he made his way further into the room. Truthfully, you were lucky to even have a tv since you lived in the Seam. Your brother Rein and his girlfriend, Ashlie, had scrimped and saved for years to be able to buy the thing. It was small and second hand; only picked up 3 channels. The Capitol News, Capitol Movie Classics, and Capitol Channel 3. You wished there were more channels, but you were grateful for the ones you had. Most people in the Seam didn't even have that. You know that your neighbor, Corbin, and his Auntie (a mining widow) didn't even have a tv. 

As Coriolanus placed your paperwork down on your side table, you stared right at the tv (as the top chef called one of his potential staff a stupid fucking donkey for burning a risotto) and honestly revealed, “Plus watching all of these chefs get cursed out and treated horribly by their potential boss reminds me that somebody out there has it worse than me. Even though I live in the Seam with my coal miner brother and his girlfriend, who's a local barmaid at the hob, nobody's ever treated me as horribly and rudely as that award winning chef treats the people competing on his show for a job in his restaurant.”

“Hmmm…” Coriolanus hummed. Standing by your side, he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear while asking, “And what of your mother?”

“I haven't seen her since she ran off when I was 5 and Rein was 15.” You flatly remarked.

“I see.” The platinum blonde man nodded. He felt rage boil in his cold, icy veins. How could somebody leave you as a child? You were so perfect, so innocent. You didn't deserve to be willingly abandoned by your mother. Oh, if he ever got a hold of that useless bitch she was dead. He'd make sure that she died a torturous death too.

“You signed me out AMA?” You asked, glancing over the form that was on your side table 

“Yes, I signed you out against medical advice because the staff here is doing you, my darling rose, more harm then good. They're too incompetent to care for my Victor and you, Y/N, deserve nothing but the best care.” Moving to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, he told you, “I had your reaping dress cleaned and brought here for you when you were admitted. I thought you'd feel more comfortable in that than your uniform from the arena.”

“Thank you, Head Gam-Coriolanus. I appreciate it.” You thanked him, a bit nervous about what name to call him. In the end you decided to just call him Coriolanus, but it still felt heavy and wrong on your tongue.

“Please, just call me Coryo.” He countered while crossing the room with your simple cotton floral dress in hand. “Now let's get you out of your hospital gown and into your pretty dress so we can go home.” He suggested while coming to a stop right at your bedside.

Instead of standing and stripping naked like Coriolanus thought you'd do, you arched a brow at him instead only to ask, “Home? But I thought you were taking me to a penthouse here in the Capitol?” 

“I am taking you to the Corso penthouse which is now your new home, my darling rose.” He slowly explained to you, as if you were a small child, while placing your dress down on the bed. Shaking his head, he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you to stand up. 

“What the hell are you doing, Coriolanus?!” You shrieked, pulling away from him as he started to untie your hospital gown. 

Grabbing you roughly by the upper arms and turning you to look at him, he stared down at you with cold, icy eyes. “I'm tired and want to go home and get some sleep. You will be a good girl and let me help you change.” 

You tried to break his hold while assuring him, “I can get changed myself. You can go wait in the hall, Coriolanus.”

“No, my darling rose, you can't. Now, be a good girl and let me help you so we can get out of here.” He told you in a tone that was sickeningly sweet.

“Corio-” You began to protest, only for him to slap you across the face. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as your hand automatically flew up to cradle your stinging cheek.

“I told you to be a good girl and let me help you, Y/N.” He sighed. 

“You hit me…” You trailed off in shock as tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Oh, my darling rose, I didn't mean to hurt you.” The pretty platinum blonde man cooed while prying your hand away from the cheek that he’d struck in his frustrated anger. His blue eyes raked over your cheek, which was raw and red from the slap. Seeing your tears rolling hotly down your cheeks turned him on, as horrible as that sounded. Brushing his knuckles along your puffy cheekbone, that would surely bruise within an hour or so, he softly said, “I don't like brats and backtalk, Y/N. If only you were a good girl then I wouldn't have slapped you.”

His words left your mind going a mile a minute. So, wait, it was your fault he slapped you? All because you didn't want his help changing? That didn't make sense. Should it make sense?

You were drawn out of your mental musings whenever you felt Coriolanus’ tongue lap up the tears along your cheek. Your breath hitched at the action. Your felt a tightness in your chest and a fluttering in your lower belly as he tilted your face to lick the tears of your untouched cheek. 

As his tongue traced your cheekbone, lapping up the salty tear stains on your skin, you felt a tingle in your core. Oh no. You can't have this reaction to him. It's wrong; he’s a married man and older than you. Hell, he's even older than your older brother.

Even though you knew being turned on by him was wrong, it didn't stop you from rubbing your thighs together.

When he pulled away from you, he gave you a lined smile and suggested, “Now that we have an understanding, let's get you in your pretty dress so we can go home.”

Your head was fuzzy with want and you had a slight ache in between your legs, so you were in no shape to protest or fight back. “Okay.” Your breath was shaky as you nodded. “Okay.”

“Seems like I have quite the effect on you, my darling rose.” Coriolanus smirked as his nose ran along your jawline. Your heartbeat was beating quickly, perhaps too quickly, while you felt heat pool in between your legs. Oh god, you've never felt like this before (yea, you've been turned on before, but not to the point where you felt uncomfortable and wanted to rip your hair out) and it both startled and excited you. 

He licked the shell of your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. “I must confess, Y/N, that you also have quite the effect on me.” He whispered into your ear before pulling away and leaving you to stare up at him with shock all over your face. “Don't look so shocked, my darling. You’re very beautiful and you're resilient; a victor.” 

Turning you around, he gently untied your hospital gown as if he was untying the bows to his favorite piece of lingerie. When he was done, he spun you around, nearly knocking you off balance and slid the gown off your shoulders. Your eyes darted to the floor as your breasts were exposed to him. You felt so small under his gaze and towering form as he slid the gown the rest of the way off you. 

“You have such nice tits.” Coriolanus smiled in awe, lust shining in his eyes, as he began to palm your nice tits.

“Coriolanus-” You started, only for him to cut you off with the request of, “Coryo, call me Coryo.”, as he began to run his thumbs over your nipples while cupping your tits in his large, calloused hands.

“Coryo, we can't do this here. We're in my hospital room.” You told him despite his actions causing you to get even wetter then you already were between your legs.

“It's a private room, my darling rose. I paid enough for it, so I don't see the harm in us getting my money's worth.”

What the hell did he mean by that? Did he seriously want to mess around in your hospital room? Oh no. No, no, no. No. You're drawing that line at that. 

Your hands wrapped around his wrist as you told him, “I just want to get out of here, Coryo. You promised to take me home, remember?”

You prayed that your words knocked some sense into him because you didn't want your first time doing sexual things to be in a hospital room, where a nurse could walk in at any time, with him (he was a married man for God's sakes!).

His demeanor deflated and he sighed, “Yes, my darling rose, I did promise you that didn't I?”, while pulling away from you. He grabbed your dress from the bed and motioned for you to lift up your hands.

“What about my underwear?” You asked, feeling a bit exposed as Coryo looked you up and down with a hungry glint in his eye. It was as if he was a starving man and you were a juicy steak ready to eat.

“You don't need them, darling. Once we get to our penthouse you'll be changing into a shirt to sleep in anyways.” He explained while motioning, once again, for you to lift your arms. This time you obeyed him and he pulled your best floral dress over your head. He smoothed it out, only to press a kiss to your forehead and smile. “You're all ready to go, my Victor.”

The car ride to the luxury penthouse seemed to take ages. You were alone with Coriolanus since he was driving and it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. After what happened in your hospital room (him stripping you and groping your boobs) you didn't think it was a good idea to be alone with him. He was married and you didn't want to lose your innocence, all of your firsts, your virginity to a man that would never be yours no matter the chemistry or effect you had on each other.

You were staring aimlessly out the window when Coryo startled you by placing a hand on your thigh. You didn't say a word, just sighed uncomfortably.

Looking over at you with a worried expression, Coriolanus asked, “What's wrong, Y/N? You seem troubled.”

Pulling your eyes off the window, you snapped your head to look at the platinum blonde in the driver's seat and honestly told him how you felt. “You shouldn't be resting your hand on my thigh, Coryo. You’re married.”

The gold ring on his finger mocked him as it shines against the red and cream floral fabric of your dress. He never had anyone turn him down because of that thin gold band he was branded with by saying ‘I do’ to Livia Cardew, well that is until now. Coriolanus knew that you were young and innocent from District 12 so the thought of being a mistress would horrify you. He knew that he had to ease your worries, so he simply told you, “Don't worry about my wife, darling. I’m taking care of everything; she won't be my wife much longer.”

“I wasn't aware ya’ll were having marriage problems. The Capitol gossip rags make it seem like the marriage is a happy one.”

“Things aren't always as they seem here in the Capitol, my darling rose.” He told you before correcting your grammar with a stern, “And it's I wasn't aware that you were having marital problems.” Patting you on the thigh as he switched lanes, he explained, “You're not in District 12 anymore and since you'll be staying here in the Capitol for a while it's best that you learn how to speak properly; like a Capitol citizen.”

You didn't say a word, just numbly nodded. You never thought that staying in the Capitol while Victor’s Village and your house was constructed meant changing how you talked. You never thought you talked strange, well until now. “Do I sound weird when I talk, Coryo?” You asked, staring at the side of his face as he drove.

“No.” He shook his head. “We just need to work on some small grammar errors here and there, but no, darling, you sound just fine when you talk.”

“Oh…” You trailed off, turning your attention back to looking out your window. 

He gave your thigh a gentle squeeze, “You're a rose that just needs some extra pruning and tender care, but fortunately for you I'm an excellent gardener that favors white roses.” His thumb grazed your thigh as he explained, “White roses are the perfect symbol of purity and perfection.” As he pulled up to a large building, his baritone heavily hung in the air with the meaningful words of, “Unblemished; untouched, just like you, my darling rose.”

But how long would you be Unblemished and untouched? Would he take your innocence as soon as you entered the penthouse or would he wait until he was free from his wife? The bigger question was did you even want him to take your innocence? To give you all of your first experiences with a man? Now that was the million dollar question you didn't have an answer for. Or maybe you did, but didn't want to acknowledge it.

AN: Did anyone catch the tv show easter egg I threw in there?

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[georgiapeach30513]

Lips Like Sugar

Summary:  Ari only had one choice, and you were made for him.  

Pairings:  Fae King!Ari Levinson X Fae!Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, faerie curses, size kink, objectification, being held in captivity, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.2K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

Looking up at the moon, the old hag continues her journey through the dense forest.  Things were almost ripe.  They were finally aligning.  Her feet trudge through the damp fallen leaves, creating an eerie stomp and drag.  While everyone else was celebrating the Summer King’s birthday, she was completing her life’s work.  

No longer will she be overlooked as a crazy loon.  Her grandmother had set a beautiful plan into motion, and it was nearly complete.  This was the last blood moon before you were ready.  

Bending over the creek side, she drops a crystal into the dark water, before scooping up a bit of liquid, and begins her trek back to her cottage.  You would be ready, and you would be his undoing.  Perfectly formed and bred to be his greatest weakness.  Someone he couldn’t say no to.

Hearing the creek of the door, you scurry back in your cage.  Eyes shimmering as you look up at her, “You’re almost ready my sweet nymph.  Drink it.”

“No,” you whine, shaking your head.  “I don’t want to.  He’ll hurt me.”

“He won’t hurt you.  Sure he’s a king, and you are such a small little nymph, but this is what you were designed for.  Drink it.”

“I don’t want to,” you whisper, pulling your knees up to your chest.  “Don’t make me do this.”

“It’s already done, my child.  By the time the sun comes up the king will be so drunk off summer wine, and human pussy he won’t even think straight.  All you need to do is be seen.  I assure you, Ari will take care of the rest.  He doesn’t have a choice.  He’ll know.  Drink.  It.”

“Please, don’t make me do this.”

“It’s already done,” she croaks out as her hand slips through your cage.  “Don’t you want to get out of here?  Live in the sun?  There are worse faerie kings that could be fucking you.”

“Ari,” a squeaky voice screams in his ear.  Ari’s naked body rolls over on the bed, groaning.  “Ari!  It’s the first day of summer!”

“I know.  I’m summer embodiment,” he pulls his covers up around his face as a few bodies clamor out of his bed.  “Nothing happened.”

“Nothing is going to happen.  They are human.  They can’t change anything.  Get out,” Ari smacks at the little sprite, but he still stands there.  “Ari, it is my duty to get the king out on the first day of summer.  It is your job to be seen, and this birthday is different.”

“Yes, a cruel and unusual curse,” Ari sits up in his bed, glaring at the sprite.  His little friend hands him a pair of pants to cover himself up, but Ari walks over to the window completely nude.  “I will die today if I don’t fuck the right faerie.  Sounds like a fair trade off.”

“Yes, and you’ve made sure to stick your cock in every living thing in the glade.”

“And still this mysterious curse looms over my head.  I am to believe that pussy will be my downfall.  I have literally fucked every fae in Collingswood, and still my sun mark hasn’t fully filled in.  The only fae I haven’t fucked is you, Pip.”

“Oh.  No.  No, I don’t think my ass is your ticket to fully becoming summer.  I think that you need to listen to the curse.  You are to go by the creek bed.  Let her come to you.  And then…”

“Make her come on me.  Over and over again.  Isn’t that what I do?  Stretch them out, ruin them for other cock, and selfishly send them back to the human realm always longing for the golden cock of summer?” Pip rolls his eyes, starting to walk out of Ari’s sleeping quarters.  Ari ever the arrogant asshole.

“You always were full of yourself.”

“Humans were always addicted to me.”

“Because they’re human.  You’re not special.  They can be addicted to anyone of us.  The one to save you is not a human.  That is something you know.  Fine, lay in here, and drown in your covers.  Die on your birthday while Fala takes charge of the glade.  It’s what I would do if I were a coward.  Imagine being scared to fuck someone,” Pip slams the door to Ari’s room, and the fae king looks at his discarded pants.

He wasn’t scared.  He was tired.  Who knew that sex for thousands of years could make one tired.  Grunting, he grabs up his bottoms, and walks out into the forest.  By the creek he would wait.

Ari tosses a rock into the creek before laying back down on the mossy ground.  This was boring.  This would be his deathbed.  Right by the water.  Everyone would know that he didn’t rise to his full capacity, and died because of some ridiculous curse.  A curse that didn’t even make sense.

A twinkle of a giggle has him jolting up quickly, and there you are, sitting on a rock, bathing in the creek.  Your laughter was like music, and your skin glimmered in the sunlight.  “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you before,” he calls out to you.

Taking a deep gulp, you look back to the water, “You wouldn’t,” no one but Fala and her family had ever seen you.

Ari had never seen anyone more beautiful than you.  The embodiment of sexual desire.  Much smaller than his normal fae of choice.  The way he could have you twisted, and manipulated to suit his sexual needs has his head spinning.  And your wings were intact.  No fraying on the edges.  “You don’t travel much?”

“No,” even the simplest of words had your voice ringing in his ear like that most beautiful symphony, and he finds his body pulling him closer to you.  

“Where did you come from?”

“If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me,” he didn’t even care where you came from.  Every part of his body was begging to have you.  It needed you.  “Who are you?”

“The King of Summer,” you didn’t even seem impressed, and didn’t reach for his hand as he tries to pull you out of the water.  “I can command you to do anything.”

“I wish you wouldn’t,” you have never been given a choice of the matter.  Everything you did was because someone wanted you to.  He could command you by more than words.  Ari was gigantic.  Towering over you.  Thick cords of muscle over every inch of him.  You squeeze your thighs together, dreading the inevitable.  Your body ached, and craved him, and it was preparing itself to take his wide self.  

“What is your name?”

“You can call me, Nymph.”

“That is your title.  And you wear it well,” his eyes trace over every inch of your curves.  While he embodied summer, you were the epitome of sexual desire.  “What is your name?”

“I’m the only Nymph in the glade.  You can call me what my maker did.  Nymph,” Ari blows out a puff of air, and you whimper.  Having to look away from him quickly.  

“What’s wrong, Nymph?”

“It hurts,” you struggle to breathe as your arms wrap around your stomach.  “Please?” This isn’t at all what you thought it would feel like.  You had lived your whole life in a cage, knowing that you were created to be Ari’s cocksleeve.  What had once disgusted you, now was needing Ari.  Your body screams for his touch, but your brain doesn't want to ruin someone’s life.

“Please, my King,” Ari’s eyes roll in the back of his head at the sound of your pitiful voice.  He didn’t even know exactly what you were begging for.  Tiny little thing, shivering in the freezing creek, and needing her king.  “Ari, it hurts.”

“What hurts?” You point between your legs, and Ari’s mouth turns up in a crooked grin.  It was you.  The one that would allow him to fully be summer.  To hold the entire light of summer in his body.  “Oh, sweet Nymph, what would make you feel better?”

“I think…ow,” holding your stomach tighter, you have to look away from him.  There was only one thing that would take away this pain, and it was the one thing you swore you would never do.  “Ow…Ari!”

He didn’t even recognize that he had never even given you his name.  He was just as needy for you as you are for him.  Watching as your body starts grinding on the rock, trying to get a relief that will only come by his touch.  “Ari!”

“You have to tell me what you need,” he is mesmerized watching your desperate little body.  Trying to put into words what you are feeling.  Whether the pain was too much or you are too embarrassed he didn’t know.  You scream out his name again, spreading your legs apart, and it’s then he realizes that your hair was the only thing covering yourself from him.

He couldn’t think straight.  Didn’t realize that this was indeed a trap to lure him to you.  Couldn’t fathom how this seemed so perfectly placed.  But your tight little virgin cunt was trembling.  “Nymph?”

“I need you.  Need you to…don’t hurt me though.”

“What was that?  I think you forgot some words,” Ari is an experienced man, and judging by the giant bulge in his pants, he was going to destroy you.  “Nymph I need you to…”

“Fuck me!  Fuck away this pain!”

Pushing his pants down, his thick member springs to life.  Veiny and leaking precum, and you screech.  It was going to hurt.  His tremendous hands grab your legs and arms at the same time.  Keeping you unable to move or get away if you wanted to.  And you did not.  He stares at your weeping cunt, bringing you right up to his face as he watches your core throb and plead for relief.

“That is a tight little cunt.  Are you a virgin?” He asks, licking up your slit.  The sweetest dessert was right in between your thighs.

“Yes,” you whimper.  There was no way to get comfortable.  Ari was going to have you however he wanted.  He spits at your opening, bringing you down to his waist.  “It’s going to hurt.”

“Yes, my sweet, Nymph.  It’s going to hurt a great deal.  But don’t worry, I always make it fit.  But if the curse is correct, that tight little hole was made just for my enjoyment.  You’ll get used to it.”

“Get used to being used.”

“Exactly,” he moans, starting to press your channel over his tip.  “You’re mine.  Say it.  You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” your voice shakes as he pushes through your entrance.  You hiss.  It hurt, but the relief was immediate.  Warmth moves through your body, as he lowers you over him.  Gaping your hole wide before your balls deep, and chirping at the sensation.  “Ahh!” A cry of pleasured pain echoes through the forest.  

Ari stares at where the two of you connect, grunting at just how good your tiny little self took him.  A tunneled bump on your stomach showing exactly where he was deeply rooted in you.  “Holy fuck,” he pants out.  Power fills him up as the comfort flows through your veins.

You stare at his chest as his sun mark starts to deepen.  “Fuck.  Me,” he had to finish it.  He couldn’t just stand there, holding you on his cock like you were some ornament for his dick.  

“Use.  Me,” he is frozen.  Allowing his body to be taken by summer, but also by you.  His pretty little nymph.  He wouldn’t be dying.  Not today.

“I’m.  Yours,” you mewl, and his eyes snap back into focus.  “Ari, I’m yours.”

He lifts your body off before slamming you over his cock.  Using you as a personal sex toy.  He could throw you, and lift you like you were the weight of a leaf.  Tiny in comparison to him.  His motions are hard and fast, and you have never felt more satisfied.  Your life’s work was complete as he makes you go dumb with pleasure.

“That’s right!  I’m the fucking king!  This is my pussy!  Mine!” He screams to whatever fae is around.  Everyone had seen him fucking before, but never you.  Never saw his body gulp the warmth of summer in its veins.  Had never witnessed a man become weak over a woman like this.  

“Mine!” He grunts out, eyes on yours.  “Mine!” He is possessive.  Letting the forest know you only belonged to him.  You are the reason that he was coming into power.  “Mine!”

He still wasn’t saying the words, and you fear you will be nothing more than wet skin for him.  “My Queen!” And there it was.

Fala’s haunting words whisper into your mind as euphoria overtakes your body, “It’s simple really.  I control you.  I am your maker.  Ari controls you, he is your king.  But…should you become Queen, he has a weakness.  I then control you both.  And I will get my revenge.”

“Ari!  Ari!” You scream into the woods as your eyes go blank.  Nothing had ever felt better.  Nothing will ever feel better.  You were his.  And he is yours.  Ari growls up to the canopy as he empties his load into your stretched hole.  His cream starts leaking down his thighs because your body just couldn’t handle anymore.  Just not now.  He still had some stretching to you.

“I control you both,” Fala whispers as she heads back to her cottage.  “I control them both.”

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[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Runaway || D. Targaryen x Targaryen!reader

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Summary: In which you visit your uncle in the brothel after he disrespected your late baby brother, you propose something that shocks him.

With a roll of your eyes, you manoeuvre your body around the near naked ones scattered around the brothel. The sight of the a silver haired lady in black and red was quite the shock to the crowds.

What in Gods name was the Princess doing in a brothel late at night? Nearing the steps to go deeper in the bowels, a young boy points to a direction giving you a nod as you nod back.

You hated this place, the obnoxious sounds of over-exaggerated moans were making your ears bleed. You walked with confidence, knowing your only purpose is to confront the idiot who disrespected your late baby brother.

Walking into a more secluded area, you scoff at the sight before you. Daemon laid resting on the floor, his shirt half unbuttoned as two girls sat around him. Their giggling stops once they spot you.

You cross your arms as the two whores quickly get up and walk away, leaving you and Daemon. Your uncle has yet to open his eyes, in his hand, a goblet of wine.

Frustrated by his ignorance, you take the goblet in your hand before splashing the contents on Daemon’s pretty face. He immediately sits up, coughing as he glares at you.

“Hello to you too, Princess” He snarls, wiping his face. “Have you no self-control of what you say, dear uncle?” You spit, alluding to the words he spoke earlier on in the night.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, speak plainly, niece” Daemon rolls his eyes as you stay crouched infront of him. “Heir for the day? Does that a ring a bell? or is your head too fucked up by the idea that you still have a chance to sit on the throne” You search his eyes, he glances at you before looking away.

“Some grieve in different ways y/n-“ You cut him with a slap across his face; your hand stung at the contact. His face swung to the side, he rolls his tongue against his cheek as he slowly nods.

“Are you fucking spying on me now?” He bitterly chuckles, “No,” You shake your head, “But Otto Hightower is, it was unfortunate how I had to hear it from that-“

“Cunt.” Daemon finishes for you as you pause, his eyes staring boring into yours. “We both know he’s the bane of most our problems, y/n.” Your uncle was right. Most people around you knew, but your father is too weak to notice.

“Don’t divert this conversation to that old hag,” You scoff, “That cunt had nothing to do with the words that rolled off your tongue” You press your finger on his chest as he leans his head on the wall.

“It was in the moment, I was drunk and upset, upset about fucking crispin or whatever his name is embarrassing me infront of our family!” He ranted, his voice getting louder by the second.

“Please, don’t blame your misfortunes, uncle-“ You were cut off by Daemons hand coming to the back of your head, pushing you towards him.

“I am speaking the truth dear niece, you out of everyone know I only do, don’t come barging into my only place of peace” “You have been given chance after chance Daemon, but I don’t think my father will forgive you for this time” You whisper, your voice slightly breaking as tears weld up in your eyes.

Seeing the tears threatening to come out, Daemon cradles your face in his hands as he places a kiss on your cheek lovingly. “I’m sorry. I truly am. If I could go back and change it, I would” He quietly says, his breathe smelt like alcohol.

“Leave King’s landing, let this all cool off, and maybe then, will my father forgive you” You insist, taking his hands from your face. Daemon sighs, “You want me to leave?” He furrows his eyebrows at you.

You stay still for a moment, trying to think of something to say. “Not without me” Your words shocked Daemon, “Princess-“ “I’ve always thought about this moment Daemon. Us running away together to Dragonstone, away from King’s Landing, away from all the politics. So let’s do it, and be done with all this bother” You rant to your uncle.

Daemon studies your face before rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Are you sure ñuha jorrāelagon?” His voice soft, with a nod of your head, he presses his lips onto yours. (my love)

Your lips moved on their own and you smile at the familiarity of his tender lips that would spend hours on end peppering every inch of your body. “Let’s leave” You pull back, your forehead resting on his as he smirks.

“To Dragonstone then.”

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[ketterdamskaelishprince]

ada's spectre, and why i'll likely always feel sad about it

here is the promised analysis/talk about ada's spectre. going to preface this by saying i obviously don't know the true intent behind everything and her design, i just like to look, giggle and then make sad little observations which just help me love this silly webcomic even more. so if you disagree with me on something– totally ok! i love to learn and i love to see different interpretations.

there's also a few bits i missed out because i wrote this all last night in a bit of a haze, and i cannot be bothered to expand on some of my ideas, especially when it's just stuff like "BROS SO PARANOID AND RAW RIGHT NOW".

anyways, here we go :) @mugcereal this one's for u pookie <3

so i think with ada's spectre, we first need to look at the instance as to how she gets it, because that always makes things way more sad!

to specify, she turns into her spectre at episode 69, and i think it's really sad how she does it. she basically gets a string of roasts from prospero that go along the lines of calling her "conceited" "twadry" and "... and stupid!" – effectively throwing back in ada's face what she believes everyone thinks of her.

(obviously, as a very big and glaring sidenote, i believe prospero is aro/ace or just aromantic so OBVIOUSLY i am not bashing him for this. bros told her so many times that he doesn't want to be with her, let alone to be touched. that is a flaw in ada's character and is a reminder to us on the importance of boundaries!!!!)

so, ada is basically there, collapsed on the floor in a robe– effectively showing the most intimate and private part of herself as an insecure and lonely girl. and that's when she transforms.

i think it's interesting to understand how this most likely links to her life and how she died. so we know she was killed with an axe, most likely by the man she fell in love with and worked for, and how prospero's words in this situation, hurt her just the same as the words before her death. why?

because they remind ada of what she knows and fears she is: just a stupid, fake and cheap person who will never have the same status and respect as the people she pretends to be and surrounds herself by.

i think it's also interesting that she's clutching her stomach/torso here, and correct me if i'm wrong but that could be a potential signal to the part of her that was axed to death (?). no idea if that's a good shout or not but it's what i first thought!

anyways! now we move onto her spectre design!

first of all, her spectre design eats. like just a personal side note, i love it. it's just so gorgeous and i don't care if she's terrifying to some because to ME? to me, she's my gorgeous little pookie who can scream and show people their worst fears and she looks amazing whilst she does it <3

ok anyways, actual design.

to first understand her design, i thought i'd show you what banshee's traditionally in folklore look like!

typically, they are described in two ways. the first way is a youthful women with long black hair, blue eyes and just super pale. this description could also lose the blue eyes and just keep the black hair– either way the first depiction of a banshee is a super young woman.

this is not the one we're focussing on today folks!

we're going to focus on the second depiction. a hag/ old woman, with red cheeks, a grey cloak and a green dress, often seen to be combing her hair. banshee's throughout folklore are known to wail, scream and cry when a family member had died. to most, the banshee was a sign that death was coming to your household and they are known in myths and folklore as a predictor of death.

now, hold onto the green dress and look at ada's design real quick for me.

here we see a lot of green, which yay! definitely shows signs it comes from the second depiction. i think, on top of it being a nod to the second depiction, i think it could also be an allusion to something else: jealousy.

green symbolism in media can often vary, from meaning new life, luck and also jealousy. and i think if we take in the things ada screams whilst in her spectre form, such as this from episode 82:

you see there definitely is some sort of jealousy there, but this isn't something i necessarily want to focus on, it's just an observation i made that may or may not be true!

anyways, to continue, i want to look at ada's outfit when she's a banshee. i'm going to basically be making my notes i took last night look nicer.

(keep in mind that when i wrote these, my ideas were literally bouncing off my brain and sometimes they're a bit contradictory, but i think that's the beauty of my crack theory analysis!)

i think the act of almost showing her bones to the outside, there's a level of rawness to ada we don't usually see. her spectre form essentially gives her the power to scream out her anger, and by seeing her bones it's almost as if to say this is the ada she doesn't show people. this is the ada that she keeps to herself because god forbid anybody love her (because in life and death it's become abundantly apparent to her that nobody does seem to love that ada).

but then, what i thought was also a super cool thing as how the bones almost act like a corset!

then i got sad because i looked at the bows, and because something dawned on me and it made me start to frown. there was a sad realization to me as i looked at ada's spectre design that even in this all powerful form, she hasn't lost her insecurities, they just become more prevellant. because for all of the traditional wrinkles, hag-like appearance a banshee is meant to have, ada barely has any.

obviously this could be in part to character design and stuff, and yeah probably– but let me be sad!

because ada carries her frills and bows from life here because she doesn't want to be ugly, she doesn't want to be this creeping monster who rips apart people. because if she's not got her intelligence or status or anything going for her, she has her appearance and by god she's not going to let that go to waste. so here her spectre form is, a banshee.

so what must ada do? she must takes her frills and keep her insecurities, her fears and her crippling need to be loved.

another aspect which is super interesting is the stitching on her body. one one hand, it could be an allusion to her violent death, suggesting the man she fell in love with didn't just stop at axing her once, but just kept on fucking going (which, you know: fuck you, whoever you are).

but on the other hand, it could be a metaphor for ada's thinly veiled facade she puts on of being a prim and proper lady (which we actually, interestingly enough, see she looses a lot the more time she spends with montresor– opting to take parts of his language like "ain't" and "beggin'". this sort of leads on from previous ideas people have made of ada willing to change herself to be loved. she swaps civility for the wild wild west all for a bit of love).

ada offers up parts of herself in this metaphor. that's what she always does. she offers herself to the rich man she fell in love with, she offers herself up to prospero (again, look at the. side note. bro wasn't wrong for rejecting her he literally can't like her) and she offers herself up to the acolytes and she fucking barks for them (because i'm not over that).

piece by piece, she strips away everything she is until she literally is just skin and bone. and once she's torn herself apart, she needs to stitch herself back together– because it's against the facade she's put on to look so broken and messy. and so she repeats the cycle again, giving more and more until she is literally hanging on by a thread.

her powers are also super cool. traditionally, as i said, banshees wail when a family member is soon to die/has died, and is often like an omen/predictor of death. so yeah, ada having a banshee scream makes sense. but the whole 'fear itself' is also super cool. i kind of like that she has this– because its sort of satisfying for her, the girl who's been pushed over but still comes running back, to watch as people become paralysed with fear. idk, retribution or whatever.

i'm going to leave you with this not very profound thing i wrote last night (and then just some other mumblings):

i think that although spectres are super powerful and also just a very fantastic concept, they're also fragile. spectres are quite literally the monster inside of you. yet here ada's monster is, and with all her bows and revamped dress of a banshee (or potentially an allusion to her life as a maid) she tries desperately to be anything but that. because to here it's ugly and it's too much of her on display. and with some much of you on display comes the very fear that if you are hated, disliked or something repulsive, you no longer have anything to blame on anybody else. you just have yourself to blame.

(as morella says here in episode 88).

i'm not saying ada isn't deeply flawed, because she is. she has so much fucking baggage and insecurities that they literally forbid her from doing the right thing sometimes. i don't think she's a good person, but i also think that she has the opportunity to be a good person/ do a semi-good/ non-bad thing, and all she has to do is take it. but i also think it's nice how that's shown in her spectre design.

and, you know, if none of this makes sense, that's also fine!

anyways, yeah. somebody tell me never to make a random analysis at night again because it's a bit of a bitch to translate in the morning.

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[willowser]

i am so terribly in the mood to write angst 🥺 like. like maybe. ex-husband bakugou 🥺

not so fresh out of your divorce, but — having a little boy — life with him is so intricately tangled. far too deeply rooted to ever be out of each other's hair. more often than not, he brings your son to his parent's house if he's called in to work, but — sometimes it's after midnight and he doesn't want to have another argument with his mom about how he's working too much. be reminded that this is how he lost you in the first place. mitsuki's disappointment has always stung because she reacts so typically in fury, and this distaste is always whispered and low, serious enough that her reprimands sink to the pit of his stomach.

and sometimes — he just wants to check on you. your house. if there's anything he can bring you or that you need or that he can fix, if you want. sometimes he just wants to hear your voice, and watch the way your lips sound out his name.

"aw," you pout playfully in the doorway despite the puffiness to your eyes, at having been woken up. "my sleepy baby."

your son is knocked out on his dad's shoulder, drooling through the material of his shirt, and you step up to take him but — katsuki doesn't let go. not yet. it leaves you still within close range, rubbing a small hand over the kid's back. there's a residual heat lingering around your body from the blankets you've no doubt been swaddled in, and he imagines you bundled up with his little boy. how close and sweet the two of you will be, after he's gone.

"is that—" you gasp, making a face that has his lips twitching with the urge to smile; instead his frown deepens. "is that a thumb in his mouth?"

a sting starts deep within the sockets of his eyes, and he rolls them, feigning nonchalnce. "he's already pissed 'cause he's congested, so whatever."

it earns him a pleased hum; victorious, in letting the kid indulge his shitty habits. "picking your battles, i see."

and the two of you are left in the shadow of something, cold, despite the stove light deep in the background of your place. finally, your son is passed off, and you cradle him even though he's getting too big to be held like that, but katsuki doesn't say anything. there's a part of him that wants this image to stick for a little while longer. there's a part of him that wants this to hurt.

"do you think you'll be back before the morning?"

"uh," he swallows, knuckling at one of his eyes. "don't know. this shit with half 'n half is—" probably gonna keep him up until the early afternoon, but you'll only worry if he tells you, and you've done that enough.

"okay," you shrug, swaying slowly back and forth as you nestle your cheek in your son's wild blonde hair. "that's fine. i can drop him off with your dad on the way to work, yeah?" all you get is a grunt of affirmation; doesn't seem like he'll avoid the argument with the old hag afterall. "hey, while i have you, i was gonna say—do you wanna come in, or something?"

fuck, if he doesn't want to. how easily he could sink into your couch and your voice, relaxed for the first time in — he doesn't know how long. he is officially A Dad, ready to fall asleep the minute he sits with his head back for even a minute. you'll offer him tea that he won't take, because it'll keep you in the kitchen too long, out of sight.

the soft, safe image of his little family under one roof again makes his stomach churn, and he has to rip himself out of the daydream lest he fall prey to it; he's here for a reason, afterall.

"i gotta—"

"oh, duh," you swing your sleeping little boy gently for emphasis, smile dim in the doorway. "i just wanted to say, if you're gonna be busy, i can plan the birthday party with your mom," a long kiss is pressed to your son's forehead and, minute as it is, katsuki doesn't miss the slight slump of your shoulders. "no big deal."

"no," he says it quick and fails to keep his voice even; when you look up at him, eyebrows raised, katsuki has to take a step back and breathe through his nose. "no, i—you don't hafta' —i just need to send you my schedule, and then we can...figure it out."

"you already have," voice soft, you press the words again into your son. despite them you smile gently, tender. raw. "and i don't remember tonight being on the roster."

so easily could you be hostile. hateful and angry and justified and it would be preferable to this bended knee you've taken; accepting of the life dynamight will always have, even if you're not able to stomach it. if only you could scream and smack him and chastise, then maybe it would be easier to leave.

but instead you just flicker, a light in the dark he'll never reach.

"sorry," is all he can say, teeth grit. the word depresses into his tongue and the weight of it makes him want to gag; he means it now — and every other moment he's failed you in.

you don't press the issue, because you're too kind. "our little baby," another pout works it's way to your lips and katsuki's chest collapses, heart thundering in the cavity he's had to make a home in. alone. "the big 5-0."

he snorts to clear the frog in his throat. "he's gonna be 5, not 50."

"oh," you blink at him owlishly, and then burst into a small fit of laughter that he can't help but to ease at. to yearn for. "i'm half-asleep, you can't hold that against me."

there's a reason he's here; now he's keeping you up and his time has run out, like it always has and always will. the silence that settles between you eats away at him until he is hollow enough to slip away.

you linger in the doorway, watching dutifully as he opens his car door and — katsuki takes one last look at you, another image he wants to last. another image he wants to hurt. sometime in the next 24 hours, when he manages to leave dynamight behind and crawl into his empty bed sheets, this is all he'll think about while chasing after a sleep that isn't so friendly when he's by himself.

hopefully in his dreams, at least, you'll be welcoming him home, instead of bidding him a quiet goodbye yet again.

#BYE CRYING #i want PAIN #akfhejanka #ex husband bakugou i would simply. not be able to handle it. #bakugou drabble #edit to say: i wonder if it bothers him that his parents are still married #lile despite the witch he thinks his mother is — they were able to figure it out #so why couldn't the two of you? 🥺 #cw children #✿ willow writes #✿ thoughts: bakugou #✿ theme: dad bakugou #✿ theme: ex husband bakugou

[starsologyy]

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ─ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 [𝟎𝟎𝟐].

002. ─── ✦ DRUNK IN LUV [SERIES MASTERLIST} ✧˖*°࿐

synopsis ─ [31 DAYS LEFT TILL THE EXAM] gojo takes home his drunk girlfriend, who's actually geto's little sister, and aka, somebody he is NOT suppose to seeing at all.

content warnings ─ alcohol usage, curse words, and etc.

NOV. 9. 2007. 8:54 PM. GOJO SATORU’S  POV.

satoru knows it’s a dumbass idea to be next to the girl he can’t have. especially at a public library he rented at night, but it was cheap, and no one could possibly blame him. 

if one was asked to elaborate on this institution of knowledge as a birthday venue, one wouldn’t classify this place as a profoundly enormous architectural masterpiece due to its inadequate funding, which lacks to achieve something grand in that matter.

 it’s rather pathetic, looking at it. the knowledge that surrounds them has insufficient funds to where they have lost the dignity to not plaster a scroll of edo period art on the beige walls. but the old lady who runs it; hired satoru a couple of months ago, doesn’t seem to care much.

and satoru isn’t shown to care either since he rented it out for a birthday party for teens who wanted to drink. (when it was only her and him together…)

yet, he feels as if the old woman does care somewhat. she’s bitter, rude, and slips insults off the tongue like the sound of books off the shelves (she wouldn’t be able to hear herself any other way at this age) when he does the shelving wrong. but she’s not always a senile old woman, satoru thinks. she’s nice enough to spare him from a five hour lecture to not spill a single liquid of beer on the ancient books.

 It was only four hours today.  

but never mind that.

he knows he should feel terrible, bottled with immense guilt because he hasn't told his best friend, suguru, about how he likes his little sister. and yet, satoru oddly doesn't feel any of those things.

and satoru gojo, he knows he’s fucked for his apathy.

“satoru!” kana whined, kicking her restless feet against his thrifted, acid washed baggy jeans, “i’m sooooo tired. do you have water?” she asked.

impersonating the spider web that hangs on the corner of the shelf beside them, his barrage of intertwined thoughts rip as he pops his head out of the cramped space and his eventual hangover to rapidly nod his head. 

the snow fallen haired boy soon passes her a bottle of water, watching her chug it.

satoru can’t help the grin growing on his face. “maybe you should go home, you can’t handle your beer.” he teases with a cheshire-like smile. kana scoffs at him before laughing a moment later.

she leans on the table at the end of satoru with a flirtatious expression, “accompany me home then idiot.” kana teases back, and the male’s crystal light eyes widen in a bit of a shock at that invite. the top of his mouth even shrivels as he tries to aimlessly smack his rosy lips for a bit of random moisture.

 “ah well—”

kana rolls her eyes. “my mom won’t see you! don’t be a pussy satoru.” she frowns, “i’m not some fling you’re hiding, am i?” she said as she gave him a side glare, and he rolled his eyes after he shook his head no. 

being afraid of your girlfriend’s mom and your best friend (her brother) will see you, is NOT the same as having another girl on the side, satoru screams within his head. he’s surprised after dealing with her temper and chaotic mess he hasn’t gone ahead and found a different girl yet, but that’s her charm (supposedly at least).

“okay, first of all,” he explains to kana. “if i was hiding you, i would cover up your face with a paper bag everywhere i went,” the boy laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as she scrunches her face. “and don’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles and look like an old hag if you keep scrunching.” satoru adds in a sing-song manner.

“also, accusing me of being with other girls is also pretty much saying I’m with an old hag. like we’re 90 years old  and I looked at some girl at a bingo game because—”

“just shut up.”  she scoffs, pinching his cheek in response before settling down.

she doesn’t do it hard enough to hurt for long he realizes, even if he could technically handle it. satoru pretends as if someone shot him in the foot.

“OUCH!”

“FINE! fine! uragh, i’ll drive you home,  so you can’t complain to me. happy?” he shouts, pouting at the same time. though, it turns to an uncontrollable soft smile when the cerulean in his eyes rise as similarly unmanageable waves, to now mesmerizingly swirl in his pupils once it witnesses the sight of the joyful contortion of her lips. 

“really!? and don’t call me some old hag anymore! for the life of me.” she groaned, and he rolls his eyes to confirm his little tease will be over. 

kana smiles, forcing him up by suddenly jumping up from her seat similar to the cartoon characters plastered on the scratched walls behind him. satoru laughs boisterously at this, only to witness her also hop on his rather wide back once he also leaves the table,  wrapping her muscular arms around his neck to rest her head on his shoulder.

“you’re heavy!”

“fuck off!”

he clicks his tongue, holding onto her thighs to support herself on him. the silence between their lips pursue the delicate tread of the frail bliss known as comfortability. he didn’t mind the lack of their chat. It doesn't last long however. 

“seeeee, you know you like this,” she drunkenly cheers, her clumpy coats of onyx mascara with the shade electric blue on the tops fluttering lightly on her lashes as she takes in the fresh air once they step outside of the library. “how could you not love this? you should drive me home more,” she giggles. the alcohol seems to have set in, and her incredibly soft hair tickles his chin.

“and waste my gas? yeah fucking right,” he yawns mockingly, and she scoffs as she kicks her legs back and forth (ensuring to leave him a bruise for injuring her egotistical pride.) 

“ouch!”

“what’s with you and injuring me?” he grumbles. 

silence seems to have fallen off the thread of comfort now as he’s rather feeling uncomfortable from the sting of hard sneakers hitting flesh. 

her little ‘hmph!’ reminds satoru that it would mean dead silence between them, killing the conversation and giving tension between them as they both struggle to generate another, but he actually finds it opposingly soothing right now. 

they soon end up in his navy blue sports car, kana in the passenger seat as she rubs her eyes a bit. she’ll regret it later he realizes, but satoru stays silent as his engine rumbles obnoxiously loud, probably waking a couple of crying babies nearby. oops. not enough to wake her up though, so he hopes those moms would forgive him.

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the drive isn’t supposed to be long, but the time it takes to arrive to kana’s house stretches far into the greedy hands of eternity.  it desperately holds both souls in the stillness of the blinding rich glimmer from satoru’s sports car, and yet as dreadful as infinity may stretch,�� he continues this sloth like pace, driving painstakingly slowly, and prolongs the inevitable.

the last time satoru gojo drove this slow, is when he first got it on his sixteen birthday and mommy wouldn’t pay to get scratches removed. 

yeah…

the reason he drives slowly though, is because he just doesn’t want to deal with what comes with pulling up near the drive through. yet he holds that breath of polluted city, or whatever how much a suburban town in the middle of nowhere can be considered a city, just at the center of his adam’s apple. kana sits restless, and exhausted at the same time somehow throughout all this.

she’s a bit naive, satoru thinks. for getting into a car with a man, to clarify. she trusts him sure, but caution lies clear in folktales of those who have been hurt by the ones they hold the most dear. 

she disregards fear like an idiot living near a radioactive plant. it’s impressive, but he’s the one who agreed, so he’s her neighbor in that dumb scenario. he stays silent as she rants about whatever drama could possibly conjure in the hellhole of the 2nd year of a suburban high school. 

but to be fair, she runs her mouth like an american sprinter about far less worse things than what he used to hear at his old, stuck up the ass, high school, before he got caught sneaking out at four am and was sent to this town like some mass isolation. 

“and then he said it’s not his fault he had to cheat because she just wasn’t getting his needs you know? but I was like nooo are you insane—”

…

“kana?”

…

“you there?”

he glances over at her, and his brows raise to the top of his head at the sight of the slight drool lining her glossed lips. the emergence of a buried sound of snoring in the rippling silence of a rural town where no one dares to stay up past twelve o'clock (or be faced with their mother’s rapid pull on rather sensitive ears) makes him chuckle. it’s amusing to watch, sure, but he quickly rests eyes back  on the ever winding road to not crash his expensive ass car into a boulder.

he really does need a new job. and soon. but maybe watching your girlfriend sleep should be a job in itself he thinks. 

satoru’s arms soon rest easy on his thighs as he gets comfortable with this road back to her place, just an easy step on the gas he also needs to refill. he’s unconsciously keeping a steady pace to not wake her up, but he denies it to the gentle, beating of his stone cold heart by saying he doesn’t have the cash to waste another gallon or purchase another tire to go over a pothole carelessly. 

also, he doesn’t want to wake up some family like he did a while ago. after another five minutes or so, they reach their destination.

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he glances over once more. “wake up ugly.” the cheeky boy provokes, pinching the chub of her cheek to leave it a hint more rosy than what kana normally brushes on her cheeks. 

“or else i’ll kick you out for not paying me back for gas.” he mutters to himself, his scarred muscles (from being outside more than some barbaric creature who resides in forests) almost shuddering at the thought of paying those ever increasing expenses. 

kana’s eyelids slowly rise to the sight of the slightest frown on the boy next to her, but they almost already fall shut once more from the alcohol she ingested a while ago. her lips remain shut while her head remains slugged on the back of his white leather extravaganza of a vehicle. 

“we here already?” she murmurs.

“just got here.” he nods.

a part of his aching soul is fond enough of kana, that as the girl holds near and dear inside his very calloused soul, he silently pursues the question of letting her sleep a while longer if her hangover needs so. but he disregards that thought. 

the longer he stays, the more likely he is to be caught. even if he wants his girlfriend to get the sleep she needs. 

kana raises a brow in turn to somehow telepathically question why he hasn’t launched some mischievous joke to wake her up. he can tell what she’s asking from that look in her eyes. 

 “since its your birthday and what not.” he quickly adds, as if to deny a disgusting softness that may cultivate in the gentleness of his self if carefulness continues to lack in the streamlining of hushed words.

“oh. okay.” kana sighs, a yawn escaping soon after as she rummages through the back of the car to find her onyx bag. it has a bountiful bunch of multivariety printed pins stuck to the painfully clear false leather of measly fabric and the same galore of cheap key chains stuck to the strap and zipper, but it seems more endearing than he is to her. 

he’s joking, obviously. 

there’s a quietness now as she continues to try to make sure she doesn't forget anything, and it’s usually familiar, but satoru feels a lump like he wants to gag and renchingly expel the hideous bile of his very stomach from its personification of a burden to ask why it exists. the silence from a bit ago was comfortable. now it’s noticeably not. 

why is she quiet? she normally talks his damn ears off when she wakes up, as much as he does her. it’s giving him an unfamiliar goosebump, similar to when he sees a seven foot male at his basketball games. essentially, it’s not good.

at all.

it shouldn’t be there, and his need for the expulsion of a cheap beer isn’t this feeling either. it’s not the same, even if he doesn’t like to drink very often and pukes after a sip.  satoru only drank beer today for kana honestly, but he usually sticks to more sugar cube filled mockery of these drinks more often than not.

she’s gotta be pissed off for sure, or satoru is in hell for not throwing away the empty milk carton from when he wanted cereal from this eerie silence. 

“you mad at me?” he hums, looking outside the clearness of his driver’s window (that he only cleaned yesterday to impress her).

silence again. he looks at her once more. did he wake her up too early? he doesn’t think he did (but men never know what they did wrong he learned). 

 “why would i be mad?” she scoffs, resting her bag in her lap as she then begins to pick up the things she keeps forgetting to get back from his abyss of a car every other time she enters his car. for example, like that vampy lipgloss from the dollar store, she keeps forgetting it, and always forgetting to take it back. 

“you just seem mad all of a sudden. i don’t know. did i suddenly fuck up, your royal highness?” satoru sighs.

“well, i’m not. you’re just reading inbetween the lines.” she glares out of the blue, and his similarly colored cerulean eyes droop at its very cold sight, like her being merely upset freezes him more than what winter may do in the essence of the common occurrence called frostbite. 

he goes back to looking away though, yet she can somehow notice a snowflake of shame as a glimmer in his eyes that she stares at quite often in the haze of her slugged drunkenness.

“so you are mad.” he states with a sigh leaving his lips after he does so.

she doesn’t respond for a moment.

“and if i am?” maybe she’s on her period satoru wonders. just maybe. 

“i drove you home though, like you wanted.” he seems to be insisting of a conversation that may drive him mad the more she could have the time to glare at him in this enclosure of a car. he shrugs, trying to open up a door that probably shouldn’t be touched. “did i forget to do something else? did you want flowers?—”

“just open the damn car door. im like a prisoner!” she responds, angrily trying to open the car’s side door after picking up her forgotten lip gloss. he grabs her wrist in a rather harsh manner, but it softens at the realization of a small wince on kana’s very face. 

“sorry—but, i wanna talk. i know you’re mad at me, but I thought we had a good time at your birthday party, and you know, i can’t understand why you’re mad all of a sudden,” he mutters, “and for being so dumb.” he

adds, and while he repeats the word ‘sorry’ like a broken cd, she knows satoru says his sorries and apologies as much as meteors appears in the very calming night of this town. or a tsunami and what not. 

satoru doesn’t intentionally hurt her. yet, it’s this time where retribution once more comes forth to punish the way kana’s senseless rambles attempt to shelter her from his notions of affection. he wants to know why he hurt her, but the countless occurrences she has pushed him away has comes to haunt her and her fragile femininity in trying to express herself currently. 

she shouldn’t need a man to help her feel better, she thinks. 

her endless polarity of moods continue to antagonize her in a manner that she will never be someone that she wants to be without agonizing over the smallest matters. it’s a shame when she looks at the worry in his eyes again that she's the cause of. 

they’re pure, and hers are troubled. she doesn’t know how to express herself in a matter of care and gentleness in which other women have been characterized to have known since their heart has beat.  

it’s easy to talk to the boy about anything but her feelings truthfully.

she looks down, because she feels the uncomfortable warmth lining her tear ducts. 

it’s weird, crying on your birthday, she thinks. especially over such a good guy like satoru, she just can’t get the words to slip as much as bile does after a crappy special night out. he carefully holds her for a moment now, as if she’s a fragile piece of glass, letting her head rest in the scent of his woody cologne.

“did you care when i was talking about that random girl earlier?”

huh? he thinks, raising a brow. she doesn’t know how else to distract him. she’s drunk. who’s going to blame her? 

“not really, but i guess it was fucked up her boyfriend cheated.” the white haired boy murmurs. “are you mad because i didn’t show interest, cause i was listening it only didn’t seem like it because—”

“because you were driving, i know.” he raises his brow at what could she be annoyed about if it’s not about that, but he stays silent. “i don’t know what i’m mad about then.”

he’s about to open his mouth but, “i don’t know. okay? maybe it’s because im buzzed. it just happened all of a sudden okay? you know i don’t cry often it’s just you know, you know? right?”

she’s repeating words like a mad man, he thinks. crying like a jester on display after a ball falls from the juggle of his rather childish act. she fits the role of one oddly enough, but he likes the spontaneity of it all. 

“so you’re upset at me because you’re drunk? because this happened all of a sudden you know?” if he says the words ‘you know’ one more time, he might bang his head. 

she nods. 

he sighs of some sort of minor relief despite not understanding it. “you’re always an emotional wreck after a beer.” he grunts, and she rolls her eyes, her fingertips obnoxiously wiping away her sudden tears as if she wasn’t wearing smokey eye makeup at the moment. 

she’s glad he’s not forcing her to say more. he’s glad himself he won’t have to provoke her to another mess of her drunken mind. he’s not equipped to deal with the mental breakdowns, but he still allows her to ramble endlessly about others, and then cry in his arms about nonsensical matters. despite him being the forbidden fruit she wants to taste his bitter lips, so she kisses satoru despite it all, savoring the sweetness of his love despite the fact suguru would kill her for dating his best friend. 

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[jasmine326]

Hello and thank you for coming to my Tedtalk.

Okay, how in the Hell is Lloyd Garmadon's son??

I am about to go off about this because it's honestly bothering me. There are many pieces of evidence pointing against Lloyd being Garmadon's son but there is nothing. NOTHING. Solid enough to really mean anything and it really makes me angry.

Me and my friend just recently got back into Ninjago from originally being into it when we were kids and we have proposed the idea that Lloyd is not in fact Garmadon's son.

Evidence 1:

This man, Lloyd, has blond hair. BLOND. You know what color hair misako had before she became an old hag? and Garmadon before he was fully evil? Brown. They both had brown hair.

You see this?? You see this shit!!? There is clearly some fowl play here.

Evidence 2:

There is no noticeably evil influence over Lloyd. Garmadon was bitten by the great devourer when he was very young and it almost immediately began to take effect in him. This venom took hold in every aspect of his being, mental, emotional, and physical. This is more speculation than anything admittedly but if it was powerful enough to change his entire completion it would have affected his DNA and therefore would have affected his child.

Evidence 3:

The timeline doesn't fit. Garmadon had left for the underworld a while ago, how old was Lloyd when we first see him? Like 12 maybe, at most. Wu and misako are young adults in the picture above and that picture is from right before Garmadon left for the underworld. Misako I guess could have greyed that much in a little over a decade, but Wu?? No. Absolutely not. Completely impossible for that amount of aging to happen in 13 years at most. This amount of time is a generous estimate.

The Theory

Garmadon is not the father. You know who is? Wu. Lloyd has to be Wu's kid. Wu has blond hair, the same hair color as Lloyd. Misako always seemed more affectionate towards Wu than she did towards Garmadon, even after the second season when he became good again. Wu was there when Garmadon had left and misako had no one. Wu wanted to take Lloyd in off the street and give him a loving family when the serpentine had all left him to fend for himself and when the ninja couldn't care less for him. He went to the entire underworld to fetch his brother, the downfall of Ninjago itself, so that Lloyd could be saved from the snakes.

The Flaw:

Basically the only flaw in this argument is the fact that recessive genes exist. This argument, however, IS BULLSHIT BECAUSE GUESS WHAT FUCKERS THAT'S NOT HOW STORYTELLING WORKS. You don't make a character blond with two brunet parents when the blond is actually from those two parents. And recessive genes also do not account for the timeline of when garmadon left and when Lloyd was born.

The only question we're left with is why. Why did this happen? Why doesn't Garmadon know? Why doesn't Wu say anything?

Honestly, couldn't tell you. My friend and I have some thoughts though. They think that Misako sleeps around a lot and they don't know that Lloyd is Wu's kid. That or they told Garmadon that Lloyd is his son in order to give the dark Lord an emotional attachment to something and therefore a weakness of sorts. Really I'm not sure what to think, I think maybe Misako knows who's kid he is but it's possible Wu doesn't. Potentially Misako was with Wu and she received the letter that was from Garmadon that actually turned out to be from Wu and she decided to dump Wu for Garmadon even though she had already gotten pretty close to him, close enough to make Lloyd even. This theory doesn't go with the timeline but you know it's whatever, that's just a theory after all.

#Ninjago #ninjago lloyd #ninjago garmadon #ninjago theory #misako's a bitch. #garmadon was done so dirty #he didn't deserve anything that happened to him #Misako hate club

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Not So Secret Crush // Madison Montgomery

request: “hi could you do a madison montgomery x (fem) reader. madison is obviously very dominant but maybe every time the reader comes in madison is just very submissive and just like 🥰🥰”

“ok what about a fluff for madison montgomery (x fem reader) where madison is always going into the readers personal space and the reader retaliates by kissing her??”

prompts: none

summary: you’re new at miss robichaux’s. madison is not looking forward to another person moving in, but the second she sees you she completely changes her mind. she’s absolutely smitten with you, and thinks she’s doing a good job at hiding her feelings. she’s not. you know exactly how she feels about you, and what you’re going to do about it.

warnings: language, slight arguing, invasion of personal space, kissing, not proofread

word count: 1k

a/n: fem reader, very ooc madison. these requests were both from 2021 and i am so so sorry to the people who requested that i never go to these! i just realized i have a lot of old requests so i’m gonna try my best to get through them!

You walked into Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies clutching your small duffle bag containing everything you owned. You had just recently discovered you were a witch, and when your parents found out they freaked. Before you knew it, you were kicked out with practically nothing to your name.

Somehow, almost like magic, a flier for the school flew straight into your face while you were sleeping on a park bench. It startled you awake, and something in you said you should call. One thing led to another, and just a few days later you were enrolled and moving in. The headmistress, Cordelia Goode, gave you a date and time and told you to simply come on in. She was far too busy to show you around, and said one of the other girls there would be able to show you around instead.

Which brings you to here, walking down the long entryway, and heading towards the group of voices you heard. You could tell they were bickering, but you couldn’t make out the words until you got closer.

“I’m just saying, it’s starting to get way too crowded in here. I mean seriously, soon we’re going to start having to share rooms. And I need my space.”

“Girl, shut up. You complain way too much.”

“How dare you? Am I seriously the only one upset that another ugly hag is moving in here? I mean r-,” the blonde girl whole was speaking trailed off as you entered the room.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I’m new here. Miss Cordelia said one of you would be able to show me around?”

“Uhhh, uhm,” the blonde girl stuttered, staring directly at you.

“Madison, did you forget how to speak or something? Don’t mind her, I’m Queenie. The bitchy one is Madison, that’s Zoe, and that’s Nan.”

Nan smiled and waved at you, and you smiled back.

“I’d be happy to show you around,” Zoe said, starting to stand up.

“I got it!” Madison said, practically jumping out of her seat to walk over towards you.

“Ok then,” Zoe mumbled, sitting back down.

Queenie, Zoe, and Nan all started at Madison, bewildered at how different she was acting. You, however, didn’t seem to notice since you were unfamiliar with Madison’s usual attitude. Madison placed her arm around your shoulders and began showing you around the house.

“And here’s our last stop. This is your new room. Mine’s right over there,” Madison said, pointing to the room next door. “If you need anything feel free to come ask me!”

“Thanks! And thanks for showing me around. I don’t know what Queenie was talking about, you’re not bitchy at all,” you said, laughing slightly.

“Oh, you know Queenie. Always joking like that! Well, I’ll leave you to get settled in. See you around!” Madison said before she started walking away.

You went into your new room to start unpacking, and Madison went back downstairs to the living room where everyone else was still sitting.

“What was that Madison? Since when are you nice to the new girl?” Zoe asked.

“Just a few seconds earlier you were complaining about someone new moving in and then you just volunteer to show her around? What is up with you?” Queenie added.

“There’s nothing up with me. I was simply being nice. Is there something wrong with that?” Madison said, rolling her eyes.

“For a normal person, no. But you’re the resident bitch, so yes there’s something wrong with that,” Queenie said.

“Oh my god!” Zoe gasped. “You like her, don’t you? That has to be it! You’ve got a crush on y/n!”

“What are you talking about? No I don’t. I treated her like I do everyone else. What is your guys' problem?” Madison replied.

“Yeah sure, we’ll see,” Queenie said.

The days went by, and Madison became exceptionally clingy towards you. She was overly nice, and offered to do things for you. She always tried to sit next to you whenever she could, and would get pissed off whenever she didn’t get the chance. You were a little confused with how everyone else would talk about Madison, because she seemed so kind to you. But eventually you began to put the pieces together.

She had a crush on you. It wasn’t very hard for you to figure out either. She was always close to you, and she was constantly invading your personal space. She would hug you practically every time she saw you, and she would sit as close to you as physically possible. All of that, plus the fact she was a bitch to everyone except you, made her feelings for you extremely obvious.

You and the other girls were having a movie night, and decided to have a sleepover in the living room. Nan sat on the floor, and Queenie and Zoe sat next to each other on the couch. You were curled up in a chair when Madison sat down beside you, squishing the two of you together. You tried to keep your attention on The Craft, but you could practically feel Madison’s eyes burning into you.

“Madison,” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re staring.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, turning to look at the movie.

“You know, you’ve been staring at me for a while now, and you’re always in my space. And I think I finally figured out why.”

She turned to look at you again, meeting your eyes. She looked slightly nervous, which definitely wasn’t normal for her, meanwhile you had a smile on your face.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

Instead of responding, you leaned over and kissed her. You felt Madison tense up, before relaxing into the kiss, and placing her hand against your cheek. You smiled into the kiss, and when you pulled away for air, she tried to follow your lips.

“So, was I right?” you asked.

“Well that depends. Do you feel the same?”

“Yeah, I thought I kinda just made it obvious.”

“Then yes, you were right.”

You smiled and kissed her again. A few seconds later the two of you were hit with a pillow. You broke apart to see Queenie looking over at you.

“Gross, get a room.”

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[sgiandubh]

I've written to you before about this and you kindly answered, but I see there is a new chapter in the book known as Sam Heughan must never sit next to or near a woman (or man), because that means he's on a date. Sam must be alone at all times because he's not allowed friends or acquaintances or have business dinners. He can know people! He can have drinks and/or dinner with people! Ugh.

Dear (returning) New Chapter Anon,

You tell me you came back and I am such a lousy host and can't remember what your first visit was about. Anyway, there goes:

Try explaining these basic common sense principles to a bunch of shameless old hags who think they own a piece of SRH. Just because they clearly fail to make the difference between a man who could be their son and a fictional character created by Diana Gabaldon.

Also try explaining to a bunch of housekeepers whose last pay slip was at Wendy's, circa 1986, that people can and will talk business over drinks, on a Friday night, in a NY Soho club. Especially when on a presumably tight schedule, due to the need to be back to Europe relatively soon.

Last but not least, send these cretins to the nearest optometrist, for failing to see there is clearly another spot at that table, on the left side that is so conveniently blocked by that unknown young guy. A spot where there is probably a person the blonde is looking at with interest:

Saving the best for last, I can see now *urv sending herself Anons who claim Nosering Girl's sister recognized S because she saw him in Love Again. I LOLed so hard my ribcage hurts.

One of the most important people in the history of zoology was a Frenchman named Georges Cuvier. His ability to reconstruct an entire animal skeleton from a single available bone remained legendary.

These idiots are not Georges Cuvier. I hope that settles it, Anon and thank you for dropping by, of course. Always.

#Anon #fandom

[lilyystarr]

um this is because @fuck-i-love-october was making me sad about wolfstar angst and nsfw :(

um so thinking abt post azkaban wolfstar. remus said that he thinks they need time before they dive right back into a relationship. i mean, sirius just spent 12 years being tortured and remus spent 12 years trying (failing) to hate the man who murdered his closest friends, only to find out he's innocent, it isnt the right time for either of them.

but sirius, oh sirius :( he's convinced its partly because he doesnt look the way he used to. his skin is sagging, hes all bones that click uncomfortably when he moves, his eyes have sunken in, no matter how much magic they use, his teeth will never fully recover. remus was there to help shower him, brush his matted hair out and wash the caked mud away from his skin. remus was there when he acted manically, or when he talked to hallucination. his voice gone rough from the years of screaming. he would walk around like a kicked dog. and sirius knew, he knew all these things to be insecure about. so of course, that had to be part of the reason remus doesnt want to continue things!

its only months after that they finally do kiss, its so sweet and gentle, far too gentle for someone like sirius, whos become all sharp and jagged edges over the years.

when the kiss does turn heated, sirius drops to his knees and desperatly tries to get remus' cock in his mouth, because before and after azkaban, sirius knows he was made for this, his mouth carved to fit the curve of remus' cock. despite his upbringing, he didn't mind the degrading position it put him in, loved it even. it was like he was worshiping remus.

before azkaban, sirius loved making eye contact as he went down on remus, it was so intimate and he knew that he'd always find love and adoration in remus' eyes. post azkaban, sirius couldn't bare to look up. he didn't feel pretty enough, didn't want to ruin it for remus by having him look at him. he also couldn't bare the rejection. before azkaban, sirius was a bit of a slut (lol we know). he would moan around remus' cock, pull off and ask "is it good? am i making you feel good moony?" post azkaban, sirius was quiet, and shy. he was so insecure and felt that if remus realised that it was sirius down there, he'd be disgusted and wouldn't finish.

when remus does finally finish he pulls sirius off and says "open up baby" (sirius tried to ignore the fluttering feeling the pet name gave him, he knew remus only said it in the heat of the moment) and remus came all over sirius' face. he licked some of the come around his mouth and couldn't help the cheeky grin that spread over his face. remus smiled with a flushed face as he reached forward to caress sirius' cheek and just gazed at him. "what?" sirius would ask, "you just look so beautiful, i want to take a photo" and sirius immediately pulls back with furrowed brows. and all sirius can think is 'is he making fun of me?' because why, the fuck, would remus, genuinely want of photo of sirius now? when he's old and hagged?

sirius' eyes well up with tears and when he finally pulls out of his thoughts he finds sirius looking down on him with concern. he tries to stop the tears from falling, his bottom lip wobbling pathetically, but the tears relents and soon he's sucking breaths of air in. "pads whats wrong?" remus would say a bit frantically. before azkaban, sirius never cried, well, he would cry late at night into remus' neck while they both pretended it wasn't happening. so now, remus was a bit out of his depth. and if we're being honest, if he wasn't so concerned he would def be laughing at sirius covered in cum, while sobbing.

remus pulls sirius into his lap, his body had become awfully pliant in the past 12 years. "sirius whats wrong? look at me, tell me whats wrong" sirius chokes out an apology and remus would just tell him he's done nothing wrong and he doesn't need to apologise, he'd rub his back and murmur things like "its okay, just deep breaths" even though hes so fucking confused.

when he does calm down remus has to coax out what made him so upset and sirius confesses he just doesn't understand why remus would want a photo, he isn't beautiful anymore and remus is just so ??? like how could sirius, Sirius Black ??? not think he's beautiful. and again, remus is so out of his depth because before azkaban, sirius was the least insecure person he knew, as far as looks go. and while remus is thinking, sirius is babbling on about what he thinks his flaws are and remus just stops him and he sounds so, idk, shocked? and he's all like "sirius, how could i ever expect you to love me if all i cared about was looks? you are so much more then a pretty face to me sirius, i love you for who you are, and i never stopped, no matter how hard i tried, i could never stop loving you" and they both just kinda 🧍‍♀️cuz that was the first time either of them said the l word and sirius just kisses him and when they pull back remus adds "and the pretty face is just a bonus"

then they fuck nasty after that >:)

#sorry this got a bit out of hand #i kind of rambled on about nothing lol #wolfstar #sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #post azkaban sirius #wolfstar angst

[corruptedcaps]

Closet Confidential

Katie worked the lock on her mother's walk-in closet until she heard the satisfying click of it being unlocked. She took a deep breath and stepped inside, taking in the luxurious surroundings of the closet. Her mother, Darla, had never been a fashionista, but that had all changed recently.

Katie's heart pounded in her chest as she began rummaging through the clothes, searching for the source of her mother's recent transformation. She knew it had to be here somewhere.

It didn’t help that Katie had no idea what she was looking for. She just hoped she’d know it when she saw it but what item could change someone overnight? The physical changes were the most obvious of courses. She now had big boobs, tanned skin and sleek blonde hair but it was the mental changes that most worried Katie. She had become cruel and spiteful, dressing provocatively, staying out late, and even getting a boyfriend twenty years her junior named Chad.

Darla had always been kind and loving, but now, she seemed like a completely different person. And the worst part was that no one else seemed to notice. Everyone around them seemed to think that Darla's had always been like this.

Katie's hands shook as she flipped through the clothes, searching for something that would catch her eye. She had to find it. She had to destroy whatever it was before it could do any more damage. Finally, she saw it, nestled in a corner of the closet. It was a book, standing out like a crow amongst a flock of doves. The cover was black, with bold white letters spelling out the title. "How to be a Bitch."

“Seems a little on the nose.” Katie said to herself as she picked up the luxurious tome. She flipped through the pages, scanning the words, trying to find some sort of clue as to how the book had changed her mother.

But there was nothing. Just a bunch of generic advice on how to be confident, assertive, and in control. Katie felt frustrated and defeated. How could this silly little book be responsible for her mother's transformation?

However Katie soon found herself unable to tear her eyes from the words on the page. They were like nothing she had ever seen before, a combination of affirmations and mantras that seemed designed to boost one's confidence and power. And the longer she read, the more she found herself drawn in, her eyes glazing over as the words took hold of her.

Without even realizing it, she started to recite the words aloud, her voice low and hypnotic. "I am in control," she whispered. "I am powerful. I am the queen of my own destiny." The words flowed through her like a drug, filling her with a sense of strength and purpose that she had never felt before.

It was only after 15 minutes of repeating the words that she found herself able to break from her trance and look up and see herself in the full-length mirror. Her reflection seemed different somehow, sharper and more defined. Her eyes were brighter, her lips bigger, and her hair seemed to be more blonde in the light. And then she realized the truth.

The book was working. It was changing her, just like it had changed her mother. At first, she was terrified. What if she became just like Darla, cruel and spiteful? What started as as fearful thought started morphing into a desirable one. If the book could change her old hag of a mother, imagine what it could do to her young supple body. Why should her mother get all the fun?

Her breathing became shallow as her fingers ran over the pages of the book. Did she dare cross the line that turned Darla into such a bitch? As she reached to turn the page the book itself seemed to rise to meet her finger. It wanted her to use it. She felt the power surging through her veins, and she knew that she could never go back to the way things were before. She could no longer be a victim when the opportunity to be a queen was at her literal fingertips.

"I am in control. I am powerful. I am the queen of my own destiny."

As she recited the words, her reflection changed before her very eyes. Her skin grew smoother and softer, her muscles toned and defined. Her hair shifted from its natural color to a shining blonde, cascading down her back in waves.

Her nails grew longer, sharpening to a fine point. Her eyes grew darker, taking on an unnerving glint that sent shivers down her spine. Her face became colder, but also more beautiful, with sharp cheekbones and full lips. She was becoming more beautiful with every passing moment, but there was something else there, something darker and more sinister.

The mantras seemed to be taking on a life of their own, twisting and turning in her mind until they became something else entirely. "I am better than everyone else," she whispered. "I deserve to be worshipped. No one can stop me."

“No one can stop me," Katie repeated to herself, feeling more powerful with every passing second. Even as she closed the book she still felt it’s influence continue to shape her body and mind.

She turned her attention to her mother's closet, searching for an outfit that would fit her new wicked persona. She rifled through the clothes, looking for something that would make her feel sexy, confident, and in control.

Finally, she found the perfect outfit. It was a tight black latex dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. It had a plunging neckline and was short enough to show off her long, toned legs. It was the kind of outfit that the old her would have bristled at, but now she couldn't wait to put it on.

Katie slipped out of her own clothes and slid into the dress, feeling the fabric cling to her skin. She ran her hands over her body, admiring the way the dress accentuated her curves. She put on a pair of strappy heels and stood in front of the mirror, feeling better than she had ever done before.

The old Katie would have been too shy to wear something like this, but the new Katie reveled in it. She posed in front of the mirror, admiring the way she looked from every angle. She felt powerful and confident, like she could conquer the world.

Katie was lost in her newfound confidence, admiring herself in the mirror when she heard her mothers car pull up and out clopped Darla. Only this was the old more aged Darla. Katie smiled as she saw the clothes on her mother were now too tight for her saggy body. Katie didn’t know her use of the magic book would take away everything her mother had gained but it certainly was a bonus.

Katie watched as Darla stormed into the house, followed slowly behind by Chad who was started to wonder what the hell was going on. Darla burst into the bedroom as Katie was touching up her makeup in the mirror.

“What have you done?!" Darla shouted, her eyes darting around the room as if searching for something. "Where is the book?"

Katie remained calm and collected, even a little bored at her mother's rants. She knew that the book was the source of her newfound power, and she had no intention of giving it up.

It’s my book now," Katie said calmly, holding it up for her mother to see. "And I'm not giving it back."

Darla's face contorted with rage as she lunged for the book. But Katie was too quick, easily dodging her mother's clumsy attack.

"You don't understand," Darla cried, desperation creeping into her voice. "I need that book. I can't go back to the way I was before. I don’t want to be ugly and weak again. I won't be able to keep Chad without it."

With the mention of his name, Chad appeared in the doorway at the bewildering sight. The woman he was dating had transformed into a older much less attractive version of herself and was begging at the feet of her now stunningly attractive daughter.

Katie turned to face him, locking her eyes on him. He was the last thing she could take from her mother, and she wanted him. She knew that she was beautiful and irresistible now, he would be like putty in her hands.

Katie stepped closer to him, her hips swaying seductively.

"Come on, Chad," she purred. "Let’s get out of here and hit the town. There’s a stink in this room.”

Chad hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should question what was happening or take the prize being offered to him. The hesitation lasted only a second. He stepped forward and took Katie in his arms, kissing her passionately.

Katie felt a surge of triumph as she kissed Chad. She had won. She had taken everything from her mother, and now she had even stolen her boyfriend.

#f2f #corruption #bitchification #magic #evil bitch #power transfer

[potassiumivy]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 006: PRETTY, PRETTIER.

✞ 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞

AFTER MENTIONING SUKUNA'S VESSEL, you had no trouble convincing the two other third years to accompany you back to jujutsu tech the day after. even though the decision to reintegrate you three laid in their hands, kirara and hakari weren't really nervous to face the higher-ups today.

on the other hand, you were kicking rocks with the tip of your shoe. you were oddly quiet today, and it made hakari worry a lot. he wasn't very good with comforting people, but he knew someone who was. 

and so, he lightly bumped into kirara and pointed at you discreetly, a silent signal that they should check on you instead. turns out kirara didn't quite get what the silent signal meant. 

"ugh, kin," they groaned loudly, "are you horny again? this is the second time we've—"

"what? no."

"can't you keep it in your pants?? why do you always think with your dick?" they continued, clearly fed up.

hakari tried to clear up the misunderstanding. "shut up and listen. don't get bratty now."

"ew. you're even acting like those men who unironically call themselves master." kirara fake gagged at the end. 

hakari scoffed. "i"ll never stoop that low, unlike you."

"you know what? fuck you and your fever." 

your sudden laughter stopped their bickering. wiping your tears, you pulled hakari aside, taking his place in the middle. putting your arms around their waists, you gave them a little squeeze before looking up to meet hakari's questioning gaze.

"thank you, kinji." you smiled sweetly, before turning towards your other friend. "thank you, kirara. you managed to distract me a little."

"didn't plan for it to go this way, but it worked i guess." hakari chuckled, shaking his head. "what was bothering you anyways?"

"i was just thinking about my plants." you sighed.

 "i hope someone took care of them for me."

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it was nostalgic to be back in the jujutsu technical college, especially when the person in front of you was the same old hag that hakari punched before kirara spat in his face. he was, in fact, the one who got you suspended. he was also the one animating the meeting or the "court" as he liked to call it.

you three with the addition of gojo were nudging each other and hiding your giggles under your hands like a bunch of kids under the observant eyes of the higher-ups and the major sorcerer clans. it was ridiculously difficult to look at this man's face and take him seriously when his left eye was still swollen and that his eyebrow would randomly twitch, courtesy of hakari hitting a nerve, literally and figuratively. 

"gojo, i don't see the necessity of you sitting with your old students."

"i give them emotional support." he stated as seriously he could. he was visibly struggling.

"they don't look like they need it."

"well, we do." kirara interrupted. "if your eyebrow didn't twitch so much, then maybe you would've seen it."

this was enough to make you four burst out of laughter.

principal yaga wasn't surprised by gojo's moronic behaviour. rising up slowly from his spot, he made his way to his ex-student and harshly grabbed his ear. 

"ow, ow, ow! stop that!" gojo whined, but yaga didn't pay him any attention as he dragged him across the room to make him sit next to him. "why am i the one getting punished anyways?"

"you're an embarrassment." gakuganji, the principal of the kyoto college, said loudly.

"and you're a breath away from death." kirara scoffed.

gojo was nonchalantly inspecting his nails, a hand under his chin. "better be soon, then."

"satoru." yaga warned.

"no wonder a brat like you used to be the teacher of those punks. disgusting." he glared at your little group. "this one doesn't have a proper technique," he pointed at hakari, "and this one, i can't even figure their gender." he scrunched his nose at kirara.

"it doesn't matter." you furrowed your eyebrows. "whoever they may be, they have a donkey dick next to you. if you have one to start with."

"you look like a cheap whore." 

"you literally look like prince philip."

gojo snorted at your reply, and that was the last straw for yaga. "you know what, satoru? get out. you're not doing anything to help their case, so i don't understand why you're staying here."

"nu-uh! i wanna stay!" he shook his head childishly. 

before being forced to leave, gojo caused yet another scene because he apparently didn't want to miss out on the so-called drama. it took yaga about 15 minutes to kick him out since he was gripping the doorframe, and the principal ended up tickling him so he would let go. 

gojo could've stayed if he really wanted to, it wasn't like anyone could measure up to him. he had a class to teach anyways, so he passed by.

now that he was gone, he just sent a better person to help your case instead.

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"y/n. kinji. kirara." yaga called out when he came back. he gestured to the man besides him, "this is higuruma hiromi. he'll defend your case."

everything the principal said after that was white noise to you. to say that you were awestruck by this man was an understatement. you couldn't take your eyes off him.

as for higuruma, he was a little unsettled about your obvious staring. he looked down at his shoes to avoid your gaze. 

yaga dismissed you three, but you lingered behind. sensing someone approaching him, higuruma raised his head, only for your eyes to meet his.

"hi." you smiled shyly. you never felt this way. your palms felt a little sweaty and your voice cracked slightly. you blamed it on his intimidating appearance.

"hello."

"i'm y/n. just y/n."

"i know."

"i know that you know," you said, "but i wanted to introduce myself anyways."

"oh, i see. well, i'm higuruma."

you clenched the hem of your miniskirt, fluttering your eyelashes.

"y/n." you said again.

"you already introduced yourself." he was getting confused.

"i know. but my name sounds pretty when i say it myself."

"doesn't it sound pretty when other people say it?"

"it does, but not as much. it's prettier when i'm the one saying it."

he almost smiled. almost. he didn't know what you were talking about, but he did agree.

you had a pretty name. he bet it would sound pretty too if he was the one saying it, but it'll never be prettier than the way you say it.

you two were so lost in each other that you didn't see another figure listening closely to the conversation.

��� 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐘✞ next!!

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#♡playboy! #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru #hakari kinji #kirara hoshi #higuruma hiromi

[podcastenthusiast]

Astarion/Karlach. Act 1 conversation after some questionable choices.

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Someone approaches you at camp. You're a little on edge about this, tense despite the growing bond with your companions. The memory of the gith's sword against your neck is still fresh.

"Hey, soldier. Got a minute?"

It's Karlach. You relax.

"For you, my dear, of course."

She sits down beside you. You can feel the apprehension and ambient heat radiating from her skin. She picks at a loose thread on her shirt; you wonder if she's going to ask you to repair it for her. She always gets distracted mid-stitch or sets the fabric alight.

"You seem different," she says. "Since we've been here. Since you, uh, consumed that tadpole. Not sure I like who you're turning into lately."

"Worried I might be at risk of sprouting tentacles? Darling, I didn't know you cared."

She reaches out as if to playfully punch your arm, but catches herself, sparing you a nasty burn.

"Shut up. No, it's not that. It's just... You enjoy it, huh? The power it gives you. Power over other people. Toying with them."

You do, honestly. It feels good to be the one giving the orders, for once. And you need every advantage you can get with the odds stacked against you. You need to understand and control your new Illithid abilities before they control you, or Cazador does. An army of crazed cultists could be a useful asset if it comes to that.

But Karlach doesn't sound so happy about these developments.

She shouldn't have let you into her (figurative) heart. All you know how to do is break them.

"Well, how could I not? It's so easy to manipulate those brainless goblins. And we both know I detest hard work."

She frowns. "Nah. See, I think there's more to it. Getting your way and having a little fun at their expense--that's one thing. But I watched you torture someone, no tadpole required. So c'mon. Real talk, Astarion."

Ugh. You're starting to hate when she uses your name instead of a silly moniker. It means she's serious. Or cross about something. Or both.

"Fine. It makes me feel strong, all right?"

"Well yeah, I figured as much. Dig a little deeper."

Karlach will be the death of you, you think. Maybe that one will stick and she'll cry at your funeral. Good. It would serve her right for prodding so much. Trying to see you, and not just what you want everyone to see, either.

"I haven't felt anything even close to this strong in 200 years. You don't know what that's like. Suddenly I have authority. I can impose my will over others, force them to obey. With Cazador, I was so...powerless. Now I'm not."

She shifts uncomfortably. "I mean, that's great and all. But is that what you really want? To be like your old master?"

You bare your fangs. "I am nothing like Cazador!"

She raises her hands placatingly. "Whoa, hey! At ease, soldier. Didn't mean to hit a nerve. I'm sorry."

She looks at you a bit like you're a wounded animal. It makes you want to lash out even more. Instead you take a few deep breaths, the way Lae'zel once showed you during a sparring session. Harness your body, and the mind will follow.

"Finding that druid Halsin. Seeking the hag's help. Githyanki purification. The search for a cure is what brought our merry little band of freaks together, isn't it."

"...Yeah, I suppose," she says slowly, not quite sure where you're going with this.

"What do you suppose happens to me if we do find a cure?"

"I don't know. Who can say where any of us will be?"

"Take a guess. Lae'zel returns to her queen, Shadowheart completes her mission, Gale goes home to his beloved Waterdeep, Wyll carries on saving kittens from trees or something. And yours truly?"

"You could always come with me," Karlach says, a sentiment as absurd as it is sweet.

"No parasite means no freedom," you tell her. "Nothing to stop Cazador taking me back."

"That's where you're wrong." There's an intensity in her eyes. Not the familiar fiery explosive battle rage, but a calm controlled burn. "You helped me at least thrice over. Even if we never find a way to cool down my engine... Said I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, and I meant it. Your demons are my demons."

You look away, your throat suddenly tight, a confusing mix of fear and gratitude swirling in your gut.

"You don't know what he's capable of. You'd be a fool to do that for me."

"Psh. Who says it's all about you anyway? Maybe I just personally want to set the old bastard on fire. Sounds like he has it coming."

You laugh, and your chest feels lighter than it has in days.

"Right you are, Karlach."

"And for what it's worth, you know...I think you're pretty damn strong no matter what."

You don't agree. But it's a nice thought all the same.

#bg3 #baldur's gate iii #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #karlach #astarion x karlach

[team-avia]

Okay so my insomnia is really bad so I’m going to force you to listen to my raving and rambling about RL theories because I saw some old promotional stuff and now my mind is galaxy braining right now

SO HERE IT GOES

(Sorry if this has been brought up before btw and is old news)

Obvious potential spoilers!!! Beware everyone else!!!

This motherfucking promo image is the source of my thoughts, especially after playing Cass’s and Bella’s demo. Particularly the symbols used for every character:

Cassandra: obviously an prodigy actress and star of the department but the further we get into her demo we realize there’s more behind the diva persona than meets the eye— hence the symbol, while classic in theater, can also reflect her emotional state and her need to cover it up with smiles and arrogance. Her nightmares and sense of commitment to potential romantic lovers maybe be a symptom of a more deep reason.

Bela: THE HEART like bruh obviously it in reference to whatever Miranda did to her before the game started—being heartless and what not. And how she’ll eventually regain her ‘heart’ if we go down the route right.

Daniela: so far she’s seems normal, well adjusted, and tame in comparison to her sisters. Key world being SEEMS. There’s definitely something broiling beneath the surface with her and I bet it has to do with her family troubles and her always putting on a brave face. Hence the rose but the notable thorns beneath it. Every rose has its thorns and what not. Idk if it has anything to do with the rowdy crowd she associates with.

Angie: the doll obviously fitting her RE origin and over all her personality, sweet, kind, and maybe bombastic. But look closely—there’s a tear on the doll’s face. Like Cass (and maybe Dani) she has a mask—aka being a party animal and overall alcoholic. It may have something to do with being Donna’s niece and I’m assuming Claudia’s daughter. But where’s the latter???? I’m sensing a dark back story here and her maladapting to her mother’s death.

The last three are the hardest to theorize because we haven’t seen much of them in the Demos but I’ll slightly theorize here:

Donna: the recluse of the campus is pictured with a syringe. Could be a nod to her RE origin being with her pollen/hallucinations but could also have to do with why she’s so shy and introverted. Maybe in the similar vein to Angie’s, what with her sister and what not.

Alcina: Wine is an obvious choose to use for her. Bitch loves her red. Idk what else to pull from this. Again hard to speculate with no demo introducing her. It’s giving wine mom energy and not in the fun way.

Miranda: this bitch has some fucking powers or something—giving hag in the swamp vibes and doing shit to people. Bela with her heartlessness (and maybe Cass’s nightmares?). Also Mia being a witchy gal and giving Miranda a gift that’s warm? Hella sus. The Corvus skull is obvious to her RE origins but also a nod to witchcraft and supernatural things. Also a symbol of death. Bitch be brewing shit idk.

Anyways those are my thoughts. Idk how accurate this is and, based on how old the pic is, could be completely wrong. I’ve spent too many hours thinking on the Demo for it to be healthy so this was a long time coming.

Feel free to cuss me out for how wrong I am. I just needed to get my thoughts out there.

Make sure you take care of yourselves! Love you guys! Stay safe and healthy!

I DONT KNOW HOW TO RESPOND TO THIS WITHOUT SPOILING ANYTHING BUT

thank you for noticing the little details 😭 ❤️ ive been waiting for someone to notice HAHAHAHA

finch

#mail 💌 #finchmod🌻 #ALSO if anyone wants to theorize some more PAY ATTENTION TO EVERYONES EYES!! even the npcs!! theres a reason some are different :) #ALSO I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL DESPITE INSOMNIA #🍞🍞🍞🍞 may your day be blessed with bread

[gglitch1dd]

Consorts and Royalty

You're the Emperor and its time for you to choose your Omegan Consorts. Four Omegas seem to have caught your eye.

This is a reverse Harem AU with Alpha reader and Omega consorts. Taken out from my One-Shot book and has its own book now.

Word count: 5k

Includes: Omega Kirishima, Bakugou, Todoroki and Midoriya.

Note: Reader is genderneutral. The term Emperor is used but its gender neutral too. Alpha Reader.

The great hall of the royal palace was filled with wonderous talk and laughter. Nobles and other dignitaries all mingled amongst themselves into the night. Among these nobles was a man who, unlike his comrades, would have rather been anywhere else.

He was beautiful and held an element of poise to him. His head held high in a feeling of superiority that he always carried with him. His ash blond hair shone brightly in the candlelit area and contrasted the long black silk robe he wore to appease his sire’s wishes. Made to look pampered and attractive. A fattened cow to the slaughter. The make up he wore that accentuated his blood red eyes would distract one from the clear scowl on his face.

“My, my, my, Duke Bakugou… you look remarkable tonight.”

The blond turned around to meet eyes of candle apples. Red enough but having a sort of magenta hue to them. Walking to stand in front of him, carrying two champagne flute glasses was a redhead taller than himself, but not by much. Maybe just an inch or two but definitely broader. The redheaded man wore a cape on his shoulders with a tight corset black suit. He handed over a glass, a smile on his lips.

Bakugou scoffed. “Please, Eijiro, do not flatter me.” The blond looked away as he frowned.  “You know the old hag forced me into this.”

Kirishima chuckled at the mannerism of his best friend. Never surprised or shocked but still happy nonetheless to know he hasn’t changed. “I am surprised you managed to lose your sire at such a momentous occasion.”

“Momentous? Tch.” Bakugou scowl deepened. He took a sip from his glass. “It is just the start of the season overshowed by a rumour.”

“An important rumour.”

“Important to who?”

“Our country.” Bakugou shook his head as he looked away. Kirishima looked around the hall easily. He was one of the taller Omegas there so he could see rather well. “To think… a few of us might be chosen by the Emperor themself to be part of her Royal Consorts. The Tides of the Empire.”  Kirishima looked with a soft hopeful gleam in his eyes.

Bakugou looked up at his best friend. He looked him up and down almost in disgust. He turned himself around. “Don’t fucking speak to me again.” He started walking away.

Kirishima laughed at the blond’s reaction. “Aww, come on Katsuki. No need to always be the one discarding the idea of finding a mate.” Kirishima easily caught up with Bakugou, finding his natural place next to him. The two of them slowly and easily made their way through the crowd of people. “If you don’t want the Emperor, I’m sure you can find some Alpha here that tickles your fancy.”

“Like who?”

“Well…” Kirishima looked around as he was suddenly needing names. “Ah! What about some of our old playmates, like Lord Ojiro?” He asked as he pointed out the other blond male a few meters away from them, far enough to not hear their conversation.

Bakugou scrunched up his face. “I would rather drown myself in a chamber pot.”

“Baron Sato?”

“I would never settle for an Alpha with bigger lips than me.”

“My cousin, Tetsutetsu.”

“Too much like you but not quite, plus he likes spinach too much.”

Kirishima shook his head, not surprised but still in defeat to Bakugou’s standards. He took a sip of the bubbling champagne in his glass. “Well then who? Who here would you remotely be fine settling down with?” He asked trying to find a hint to what Bakugou defined as acceptable.

Bakugou looked left and right. No one here remotely piqued his interest. He had too high standards for Alphas he had grown up around, knowing too much about them already to want them no matter what his biology told him. He hummed as his head slowly settled on the redhead in front of him. He raised his flute glass. “The only person that remotely lives up to my expectations here is you.”

 Kirishima choked on his drink. He covered his nose and mouth with one hand as he stared down at his best friend with wide eyes. He closed his eyes and chuckled. It wasn’t something they exactly never talked about, not something they never fantasised about but life wasn’t that simple.

Kirishima shook his head and didn’t say anything. Bakugou took a step forward, his frown turning up into a slight smile. “Come on, Eijiro. We can run away from this. Me and you. No one would be the wiser until it’s too late.”

“Except your sire,” Kirishima pointed out with a pointed look making Bakugou release a small growl at the mention of her. “Leading Duchess Mitsuki Bakugou and my sire, Leading Marchioness Tekea, would have us rung by our necks when they find out.”

“If.”

“When.” Kirishima said adamantly. Bakugou looked up at him. He didn’t say anything but his eyes said enough to the redhead. Kirishima released a heavy breath. He wished they weren’t in public right now and he wasn’t wearing the black and red lace collar around his neck like every Omega had to wear. If they could slip away he would comfort Bakugou but right now they would have to make do. “Katsuki I-”

“There you two are. I thought I heard the complaining of Kacchan come from this way.” Walking towards the pair were two other omegas. Walking with a soft amused smile on his face over to them was a green haired gentleman in a velvet green waistcoat and a white button up. He nodded his head over to the now aggressive looking blond. “Kacchan.”

“Deku.”

“Prince Todoroki.” Kirishima chirped out in excitement.

“Marquess Kirishima.” The prince greeted back with a soft smile at the excitement Kirishima had towards him. He stood at Midoriya’s side. He bowed his head, his hands joined under his long sleeves of his own long luxurious robes. His hair down with some of his locks, in an intricate lace of red and white, were in a bun on his head.

“Kirishima-kun,” Midoriya started with a genuine smile to the redhead. “are we still on for training later next week?” The heir of the All Might Lands asked, his hands joined behind him.

Kirishima’s eyes widened as he remembered of his arrangement with Midoriya. He nodded his head excitedly as he joined his hands together. “Yes, without a doubt.”

Bakugou looked between Midoriya and Kirishima very confused. He knew the two of them were good friends from when they were younger but he didn’t know the two of them interacted whenever he was not around. He felt clueless and Bakugou hated feeling clueless.

Before he could say anything Todoroki made his way to stand in front of Bakugou. He was around the same height as Kirishima so just about two inches taller than the blond. “Lord Bakugou, we’re both wearing similar outfits. I knew we were best friends.”

Bakugou turned to Todoroki annoyed. “We are nothing of the sort.” He glared.

“Mine’s just white and red and yours is black. How lovely.”

“Shut up, IcyHot.”

“We’re always in sync.”

Before Bakugou could loose his top, trumpets blew catching everyone’s attention. Next to the big doors by a grand staircase stood Iida Tenya. He stood up straight, hair slicked back in a dark blue suit that matched his hair. He cleared his throat as the ballroom quieted down. His head was high as he got ready to do one of his many duties. “Announcing the illustrious Emperor of Kairium, The Great Current of the Empire, Emperor Y/N.” 

The doors opened and you stepped forward, your head high as your crown sat on your head safely. You looked over the sea of people, some from your own empire, others from neighbouring to distant lands. The congregation bowed at your presence. You smiled as you descended the steps, Iida following dutifully behind you. Once you made your way to the bottom you raised your hand. “Greetings, to all here tonight and welcome to the start of the season.” You addressed everyone as they all clapped. “Tonight, marks the start of our beloved season but it also marks a season not only for all Alphas here but also for me.” You nodded your head as you motioned to yourself. “Yes, the rumours are true that I am to choose my Omega consorts this season, and by the end of this season we will have our Tides of the Empire.” You announced.

There was excited chatter amongst everyone at that. Kirishima gave Bakugou a pointed look as he stood beside the blond. “Did I not tell you, Katsuki.” He whispered. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed as he kept looking forward. He was speechless. His mother would no doubt push him towards you and he could already tell what was to be of his fate if otherwise.

You smiled and placed your hands together. You raised a single hand and everyone went quiet. “Now, to every Omega and Beta here, I wish you all the most wonderful season. Follow your hearts and your spirits, it will lead you to the right choice. To the Alphas here…” You scoffed, a hint of competitiveness syncing in. “Let the best Alphas win.” The Alpha part of the audience obviously laughed finding it amusing. You finished your words and made your way with your head held high over to a throne set up for you. “Tenya…” You spoke hushed as you made your way over to your seat. “How many Omegas do I have to meet?” You asked as you moved up the four steps to the platform your throne was on to the left of the room.

Iida moved behind you dutifully. An arm in front of him. “All of them, your majesty.”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly. “All of them?” You asked, your voice higher pitched.

He nodded his head. You held back a frown as you took your place on your throne to the left of the room. You sat up straight, your legs crossed one over the other. You could feel eyes on you like normal. It wasn’t something you weren’t used to as emperor. You looked over to Iida, you lifted your hand up to tell him he could start with the introductions.

Then the long process of being introduced to every single Omega here started. As Emperor you had to give your blessing to each of them for the coming season. You had to learn each one of their names, their portraits, their rankings. You felt overcome with them, but here you were flawlessly greeting each of them and each of them hoping to be given a title for this season.

Those that caught the eye of the emperor at events would be given a title for the season. Obtaining a title was almost a guaranteed position as a royal consort. No one knew how to obtain one though, even the most perfect of Omegas might not achieve one. It was all up to the Emperor. Which could be said true of your dam, the First Royal Consort, her title was The Butterfly of the Season. She could dance and glide through the air as graceful as a butterfly. It was magical whenever she would entertain at events, leaving people gaping and breathless.

Gaining a title from the Emperor was all any one wanted. All but Katsuki Bakugou.

“I want to go home.”

“Oh shush!” Mitsuki quickly scolded her only child as they stood together getting ready to be summoned as the next to be summoned to be presented before the Emperor. She lifted Bakugou’s head up higher. “Don’t slouch.” She pinched his cheeks making him hiss. “Get that awful scowl off your face. You have to be the image of perfection.” She folded her arms as she stood to his right. “Isn’t that right Masaru?” She asked her mate who stood next to their son.

Masaru looked to the two blonds. Bakugou was still scowling, clearly not wanting to be part of any of this. Masaru gave his pup a kind smile. He placed his hands on his son’s cheeks. He looked him once over. He placed a soft kiss on Bakugou’s cheek. “You look amazing, Katsuki. Just be yourself.” He advised. This made Bakugou instantly ease up at his dam’s words.

“No, do anything but that.” Mitsuki told him as she shook her head. “If you want to woo the Emperor, you have to be esteemed.” Bakugou’s eased state left as quick as it came. He glared at his sire with fire in his eyes. Masaru sighed in dismay, seeing that his effects of calming his son was flown out the window. The two began to bicker amongst themselves.

Next in the que to be introduced to the emperor were the Todorokis. Todoroki stood next to his older brother, Natsuo. Natsuo had his head up as he stood dutifully next to his younger brother. Natsuo looked over to Todoroki. Even though the youngest son of the Todoroki empire was quiet in nature and stoic as always, Natsuo could see that he was nervous. It was the smallest of things. How his breathing picked up and how his fingers, moved under his long sleeves.

Natsuo chuckled. “Don’t worry, Shoto. You are the image of perfection, you do not need to fear.” He told his brother. Todoroki looked over to Natsuo unsure but he nodded his head. Natsuo could see he wasn’t entirely convinced. Natsuo moved a strand of hair out of Todoroki’s face to be behind his ear. He smiled. “I’m being serious Shoto. This doesn’t define you. Just do what you always do.”

Iida Tenya stood at your side as the group in front of you went back to enjoying the evening. “Next we have the Royal family of the Todoroki Empire.”

Natsuo faced forward. “Show time.” He whispered. He stepped forward with Todoroki at his side to stand in front of you. Natsuo himself wasn’t there to say anything but was just a chaperone to his younger brother.

Todoroki looked up at you. His eyes widened ever so slightly at being faced with you face to face. You sat with such an eased posture yet there was an aura of confidence to you and how you held yourself. Todoroki bowed his head, his hands together in front of him covered by his long sleeves. The two long strands framing his face ever so delicately opposed each other, red and white. “Your majesty.” He greeted.

You smiled down at him. The image of grace and effortlessness. The Todorokis were an advantageous partner to have. Not one that you or your Empire desperately needed but it would be nice to have them on your side. Yet you weren’t one to choose a partner based off of how advantageous they were. You were interested in this silent prince that seemed chackled to his position. “Prince Shoto Todoroki of the Todoroki Empire.” You nodded your head to another royal. “I am glad that you were able to join us for our season. I hope you have been enjoying your time in my Empire.”

Todoroki had his head down in submission to your rank as Empire. His posture and poise the image of perfection and was clearly the envy of this season from the gazes he was receiving. Some from Omegas and their dams and sires in envy and annoyance, others in admiration and some from Alphas in want and interest. He caused attention in his own silent cold way. “My time here has been more than pleasant, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitality.” He answered without fault nor flaw.

That had you even more intrigued. You wanted to see a side to him that wasn’t flawless, that wasn’t sculpted to perfection. You wondered whether you could bring that side out of him. You would have to keep Todoroki around to see. “Good. Do you have any hopes for this season?” You asked.

Todoroki looked up at you, his heterochromic eyes meeting yours for a fraction of a second. An iron grey and a chilling blue. He looked at you through his lashes before returning his gaze lower away from your eyes. “Only the best, your majesty.” You noticed the smallest of smirks on his lips.

You adjusted your seating now that you got a glint of that hidden side to him. You scoffed silently as you looked down at him intrigued. Todoroki’s shoulders “I strongly agree with that answer, Prince Shoto.” dropped slightly in relief of now having your interest. You brought your hands together. “I hope you enjoy this evening and you have a blessed season.” You concluded.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He thanked you with another bow. He stood up straight. He followed Natsuo who took him away from you, his head facing forward.

You looked to Iida to introduce the next one. “Next we have the Marques of our Empire, the Kirishimas.”

You turned your gaze back forward. In front of you were the infamous Generals of your armies. The Kirishima family was known for their strength and their skills on the battlefield. They were the most loyal family you had ever had the pleasure of meeting and were known for their presence of being beasts among men.

Standing in front of you was a member of your court, Marchioness Tekea Kirishima with her mate Marchioness Yua Kirishima. The two of them were chaperoning their son, who was in front of them. Eijiro Kirishima. He had the broadness of a Kirishima, not as tall as his Alpha sire but still held a strong presence to him. Not a conventional Omega and that is what made you interest.

He bowed at the waist one arm bent in front of him. He looked up at you with candle apple eyes that were red but had a sweet pink hue to them. His wide big eyes made delicate with the way his perfect lashes swept every time he blinked. “Good evening, your majesty.” Kirishima bowed before  you, a soft smile on his face. It seemed like a smile that belonged there, genuine and eased.

You smiled back at the sincerity to him. He clearly held everything on his sleeve before him. “Evening, Marquess Eijiro Kirishima, son of Leading Marchioness Takea Kirishima.”  You greeted him back. You decided to tease him a bit. “I hope you have enough grace of that of your swordsmanship.”

Kirishima chuckled, his eyes still down casted. He knew what you were on about. Being a Kirishima, he grew up more on brute force and having to be strong. His family taking pride in their abilities in combat, no matter the second gender. Often that put him at a bit of a disadvantage than the other Omegas that were overcome with growing up to be dainty and delicate. He was always a bit to muscular or overall big. But he grew up lake any other noble Omega having to learn etiquette, dancing and how to hold out your pinkie at a certain angle.

Kirishima was a hard worker, a dedicated learner and never let anything stop him. “You flatter me, your majesty.” He said with a slight chuckle to his voice. “However, I believe that everything has an element of grace to it, from dancing to sword fighting. You need not worry about me, your majesty.”

You laughed lightly at his response. Kirishima immediately looked up at you once he heard your laughter. It was a rare commodity to him. One that was real and one that he caused. “Worry about a Kirishima? Have more faith in me and your house, Marquess.” You shook your head, but had a broad smile on your face. “Your house has never once disappointed the crown nor those that have sat on it. My family and pack is eternally grateful for the efforts that your house has put towards the throne.” You looked over to a beaming Takea Kirishima. You nodded your head towards him in recognition. Takea and Yua both bowed towards you at the compliment.

“Thank you, your majesty.” Kirishima spoke full of pride in his name. “Your favour is highly appreciated.”

“As you can see Marquess Eijiro, I could not have more faith in your house. I have faith in you.” You smiled down at him. “That I am certain.” You sent him a small wink. His eyes widened slightly and his face burned with heat as he flushed. He looked away from you making you chuckle. Omegas were too cute to tease. “I hope you enjoy this evening, and you have a blessed season.” You sent them off.

“Thank you, your majesty.” He thanked you, standing up to his full height.

You hummed almost silently as you watched them leave. You wanted to keep him around as well. You found him cute.

“The heir to the throne of the All Might Lands.”

You turned your attention back in front of you. Another cute one. Standing in front of you was a curly green haired man. He had big green eyes that were as green as grass and looked just as fresh. He bowed before you at your presence, willingly and knowingly. He seemed to also wear his heart and his sleeve. He had a soft smile on his face. “Greetings to the Great Ocean, Emperor Y/N.”

You smiled as you leaned to the side slightly. To have an heir to the throne of a neighbouring land address you as such with such a deep bow, you felt a surge of confidence in that. “You praise me, Prince Izuku. I hope you have been finding my lands and gardens to your satisfaction.”

Midoriya kept his head down and nodded. “Your lands, especially the royal gardens, are beautiful, your majesty.”

You chuckled. You motioned to him. “They must be nothing compared to your lands.” You told him.

The All Mighty Kingdom was known for their field of open flowers and fresh greenery. They had such fertile lands and soil that grew the best produce. Not to mention it was as if being part of nature itself being there. They were beautiful fresh and green as far as they eye could see. It was more of a farming kingdom, very peaceful and often abstained from any political conflicts unless necessary.

Midoriya was titled air to the throne as he saved his village from raging monsters from the north. He was titled the People’s Prince for always giving back to his community and spending more time with them than anywhere else. When King All Might asked to meet the young Omega, he instantly grew fond of him (and his mother). Thus after King All Might got married to the now Queen Inko, Midoriya was given title of heir as King All Might had not sired any pups during his long reign.

Midoriya shook his head. “Your majesty, thank you, but if I may…” He looked up to you, meeting your gaze for just a moment, asking for permission. You raised your head with a brief nod granting it. He released a small breath. He stood up straight and took a step forward. His hands together. “I believe it is the arrangement of the flowers that truly make it beautiful. Nature’s unique arrangement of a flower field, in its disorder with rare pattern or reason, holds a uniqueness to it. So with your gardens,” He motioned with one hand. “The arrangements of every bush of roses or grown tree is mesmerizing.”

You were glad about his answer. You looked down at your lap. “My dam organized the arrangements. She handles everything to do with the gardens.” You turned your head to the side, quiet for a moment. You had a thought. “Prince Izuku.”

The Omega perked up at his name and title. He straightened his posture and turned all his attention to you. “Yes, your majesty?”

“I would like to have you work on an arrangement for the upcoming picnic soon.” You turned your sights back on him. “If what you say is true, I want you to impress me.” You fiddled with one of the many rings on your fingers.

His eyes glinted in hope of the challenge. Being given a task by you, the emperor to prove himself was a great an honourable thing. He smiled and nodded his head excitedly. You chuckled at the action finding it cute. “Yes, your majesty. I won’t let you down.” He bowed.

“I doubt you will.” You expressed. “Enjoy your evening, Prince Izuku and I hope you have a blessed season.”

“Thank you, your majesty.”

You watched him leave too. The heir to the AllMighty lands. You wondered if going after him would be a good idea. He seemed sweet, cute and determined but at the same time if you obtained the lands through him it would heighten your empires worth but make you a target as well. You would have to be very careful on who you chose. Sometimes the choice your heart wants isn’t what your empire needed.

“The Dukes of our Empire, the Bakugous.” Iida announced taking you out of your thoughts.

You turned your head forward and then you saw the Omega you had often heard the name of at court. Behind him stood his parents, chaperoning. Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugou. Mitsuki, a member of court, and a force to be reckoned with. If her son was just like her as they all said, he would be a tough one to crack.

Bakugou looked up at you on your throne. Nothing passive or unyielding about him. He was a challenge. You liked challenges. His red eyes burned into yours like that of pure melting lava and his flawless skin seemed almost that made of actual porcelain. He was enviously attractive and yet held an expression as if you had knowingly kicked his dog. He bowed in front of you, head down, but you felt it was more customary for him than he was doing so willingly.

You hummed as you tilted your head to the side. “Duke Katsuki Bakugou.” You looked him over in intrigue. “How are you?”

Bakugou felt revolted by such a question. How was he? He would feel better if he wasn’t trapped in such extravagant clothing meant to make him look like a prized bird. He kept his face without emotion. “Well, your majesty.”

You could tell he wasn’t giving you a full honest answer. An answer to please you and a general one to make it so that he wasn’t lying. Yet you wanted a real answer from him. “I hope you are enjoying the night?” Bakugou  hesitated to answer. There. You sat up at that, ever so slightly. The answer you wanted to hear. If you pushed a bit you might get it. This whole evening up until Todoroki most of the answers were given to you just to please you or to make them look good. You wanted a true unfiltered answer. If you were going to pick Omegas as your consorts you wanted to truly know them. “Speak your mind.” You granted him allowance.

Bakugou frowned and the moment Mitsuki noticed that she felt doomed. She withheld a deep sigh knowing her son was going to throw all this effort away. Bakugou straightened up slightly. “I feel like a cow to the slaughter.” He expressed plainly to you.

You raised an eyebrow in intrigue. The onlookers watching, watched with wide eyes and pursed lips. There was one thing about Bakugou, it was that he was not afraid to speak his mind. Whether that was a good or bad thing, no one knew. You chuckled. “You feel pampered?” You asked him. “On display?”

He thought about the words you used. “Treated like a prized courtesan in your court more likely.” He was comparing to the way people watched courtesans with hungry eyes and with want to how he felt now. All the season was about to him were Alphas sporting for the most beneficial and best Omega as part of their household and to produce pups. He didn’t want an Alpha who thought of that before thinking of who he was.

You raised an eyebrow. “You assume I treat my courtesans in such a way?”

Bakugou shrugged. “How else would you treat them?”

“I assure you, not how you feel.

“If the knot fits, your majesty.”

The statement went flying out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Bakugou quickly clamped his mouth shut with wide eyes as he realized what he had just said. To you. The emperor. Masaru’s eyebrows shot up in surprise and Mitsuki was seething with rage as she turned to her son. Bakugou covered his mouth with his hands. Kirishima bit down on his bottom lip in fear for what was to come. Everyone was dead silent around you as tension built.

Bakugou never felt such a rush of fear go through his body. His mother always told him his loose tongue would get him into trouble and here he was. Bakugou opened his mouth to apologise. “Your Majesty, I-”

The sound of laughing was heard. Everyone turned their attention to you. You had your head in your hands concealing giggles to yourself, but not longer than a second later did you drop them and look up with a loud laugh. You placed a hand to your chest as you turned to Iida. “Tenya! Did you hear that? Ha!” You chuckled loudly as you turned to look at the dark-haired Alpha next to you. “That was such a witty response, I’ve never thought of it. ‘If the knot fits’. How original.” You laughed. Iida visibly dropped his shoulders, glad you took it as something funny than get offended over it. He let out a soft chuckle. You turned your attention back to the ash blond. You looked at him for a while as your laughing died down. You looked down at Bakugou with a smirk and piercing eyes. The blond felt like he was being observed under a microscope. He flushed and looked down in embarrassment. “I am amused.” You announced. “You amuse me, Duke Katsuki.”

You stood up from your throne catching most of the attention of the evening. You walked to the side of your throne to wear a giant shell was facing upwards towards the ceiling. You placed your hand in the water that filled it and retrieved a beautiful orange shell with white hues to it. You looked at the clip once more, you nodded your head satisfied. You walked over to Bakugou, descending down the 3 steps that put your throne above everyone else. You stood before him and placed the clip by his hair line.

The blond was frozen in his place, extremely confused and thoughtless as to what you were doing. When you were satisfied you looked at it in his hair. A bit out of place but pretty enough to look like an accessory. You turned back up the stairs. Once you reached the top again you turned back to everyone. “Katsuki Bakugou, the Spitfire of the Season.” You announced the first title given this season. The soft gasps and chatter of the announcement soon filled the hall. You looked back down to the blushing blond who stared up at you with wide confused red eyes. “Save me your first dance.” You told him as you turned to sit back in your chair.

“Th… thank you, your majesty.” Bakugou bowed at your presence before walking to join Kirishima, Todoroki and Midoriya silently. He drifted away from his parents towards them. Bakugou looked like he was shaking slightly, eyes wider than they had been and his breathing uneven.

“Katsuki.” Kirishima expressed, staying close to the blond. “You’re shaking.” He whispered as he took the blond’s hands in his own. Kirishima kept his hands over Bakugou’s to try and still him and give him comfort.

“You gave us quiet the scare, Duke Bakugou.” Todoroki expressed hushed as well. They didn’t want to seem rude but they wanted to check in on their friend.

Bakugou felt frozen like he could barely move. Midoriya took place on the other side of Bakugou. “Congratulations Kacchan.” Midoriya praised with half a genuine smile and half a smirk of amusement. “You got a title.”

Bakugou shakily turned his head back to look at you. You were addressing the next Omega after him, a smile on your face like always. Yet even though you seemed focused on the Omega in front of you, it seemed as if your attention was also on their little huddle together. Bakugou turned his head back, his skin pale and his body not cooperating.

“Fuck.” He whispered.

-Glitch1d

Hey Yall. Sorry I've beem MIA on here, but hey, for those of you who haven't seen this on AO3, here it is. The whole fic is linked down below. This was Katsuki's chapter, each boy gets one. I am currently working on the Second chapter to Arranged from the KiriBaku Omegaverse week so don't worry.

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