#however they absolutely should have kept the white hair

[shiggysimp69]

Public Restrooms

Warning: Implied non-con, Reader gets followed.

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You never liked public restrooms. They were filthy, claustrophobic, and always smelled like body odor. There was something inherently nerve wracking to be engaging in something so private next to complete strangers. You only hated one thing more than using public bathrooms, and that was using them at night.

Gnats fluttered around the bright street lights as you tightened your multicolored scarf around your neck.

“It's colder than it was yesterday…” You thought, blowing on your frostbitten hands. Work had ended an hour ago, however, you decided to stay longer for a little overtime. But now your bladder was practically bursting and you needed to make your way to the nearest restroom before things got ugly. You looked around, the shop was all closed up and your home was a whole bus ride away.

“Maybe there'll be one on the way?”

Snow crunched beneath your feet as you made your way to the bus stop. The air smelled of frost and gasoline. Winter came with a vengeance this year, covering almost everything with a fresh coat of glittery white snow. It would be nice to have a car at a time like this but with your rent already sky high, it would be virtually implausible. You approached the stop, blowing on your hands once more as you scanned the area. You couldn't see any stores still open at this hour. In a perfect world, someone would make an exception and let you in just to pee. But it was not a perfect world. You looked to your left and there was a bench with a roof to keep out the snow or rain; but there was also a person there, sitting. You didn't wanna bother the man, especially if he was homeless, however, it was becoming more and more difficult to hold yourself. You were tempted to just go in a bush at this point. Walking over to the man, you waved at him.

“Excuse me.”

He looked up at you, his messy hair falling over his face. You would be lying if you said he didn't give you a weird vibe. He sat hunched over, dressed in all black, with sharp red eyes. You almost peed right then and there.

“S-Sorry to bother you but do you know anywhere I can use the restroom?” You asked, swallowing your fear. He stared at you for a while, and you swear he was undressing you with his eyes. His tongue swiped his bottom lip. That's when you realized just how dry and chapped they were. Actually, the man's whole face looked a little dehydrated…

“Down the street to the left.”

You blinked.

“There's a park and the bathrooms should still be open…” He spoke again.

“Oh, right! Thank you.”

You laughed a bit to clear the nervousness in your voice. He looked away and you took that as the end of your conversation, turning around and heading for the park. As you walked you felt his gaze on you once more. It made you shiver, his eyes colder than any winter. But you kept going, he was probably just some homeless guy that you'd never see again after tonight. Right… Just some bitter homeless person.

To your surprise, the man was right. You half figured you'd get led around in circles listening to someone who clearly wasn't mentally sound. But there it was. You hoped that you'd be able to go inside somewhere to pee. Like a restaurant or convenience store. It just felt safer that way, and it was more than likely cleaner than the restroom you just stepped into. It reeked of feces and hot piss, and questionable stains and toilet paper seemed to be everywhere. This was one of the many reasons why you absolutely hated public bathrooms. You could catch a disease sitting on some of these toilets. However, beggars can't be choosers and you were about to bust.

The creaking of the bathroom door caught your attention as you looked for a clean stall. Great. Now it was worse. Doing your private business next to a stranger was embarrassing and you avoided it at all costs. You sighed.

“It's whatever, just hurry up and pick a stall.” You thought, pushing open another door. Heavy footsteps approached you but you didn't turn to face them. It wasn't until they stopped that you looked over. Your eyes were met with deep crimson ones. It was him, the man from the bus stop. You took a cautionary step back.

“Y-You can't be in here.” You spoke, trying to convince yourself that he was just confused and didn't know that this was the women's restroom. He didn't respond, eyes still locked on yours. He sat with a hunch before but now he towered over you. At least a five inch difference between the two of you. For some reason he looked more cognitive than when you first saw him. Something about the look in his eyes told you that he definitely wasn't confused and that he knew exactly what he was doing. Suddenly, you felt warm in thirty degree weather. Fear heating you up and making you sweat bullets. Your heart sank as he took a step closer. You shook your head, a silent “no” escaping your lips.

“What's wrong…?”

Your eyes widened, shocked to hear his voice.

“A cute little thing like you stumbles across my path and you think I'm just supposed to let you go?”

His voice was smooth yet raspy, and it definitely wasn't something you'd ever forget. He stepped forward again and you backed up, straight into a wall. You looked behind you and in that moment he closed the gap between the two of you. He chuckled as he gazed upon your face. Horror. Absolute terror was written all over it. With tears filling your eyes and dampening your full lashes. You were beautiful.

“little one… You are nothing but a sheep waiting to be herded. Now you're gonna sit here like a good little lamb and let me fuck that sweet pussy of yours until we're both spent and my balls are completely dry.”

Without warning, hot liquid ran down your legs leaving a dark spot right at your crotch. He looked down at the area and smirked.

“How adorable. I guess you have no choice but to take them off now…”

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#shigaraki tomura #tomura shigaraki #mha #mha shigaraki #mha tomura #my hero academia #bnha #bnha shigaraki #bnha tomura #boku no hero academia #shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura x reader #writing #shigaraki smut #tomura smut

[toasttbutt]

Drew myself a magnifico, as a little treat <3

#digital art #fanart #disney wish #king magnifico #people have been SHITTING on this movie but like #i really liked it 🥺 #like yes some plot points were a little mid and some of the song lyrics literally didnt make sense #but i overlanliked the skund if the music and it was a good movie #but also im biased bc i do love me some silver foxes #however they absolutely should have kept the white hair #the conceot aet was so fuckint good #and i saw a pencil test with that little mustache curl and i refuse to ignore that

[m0llygunn]

had a cute thought: reader speaking softly to eddie as he’s asleep. reader does this occasionally and they whisper sweet nothings to eddie or tells eddie about their day (he doesn’t know this since he’s passed out) though, this time he’s pretending to be asleep. not for any reason, he just didn’t move or anything when reader entered his room and sat next to him in bed. would eddie stay pretending to be asleep as the reader whispers to him or would he surprise and embarrass them by responding? 💕

anyway it’s not much to go off of i apologize, but i hope to get ur input on it! have a good day x

this is sooooo cute!!! don't even apologize omg i love this so much! i personally think that eddie is an act first, think later kind of guy, so embarrassing you would be nothing but an afterthought; however, he'd also be intrigued to hear what you had to say and would continue pretending until you were done (or until his lovey dovey heart couldn't take it anymore hehe). then once he got his fill of sweet nothings, he'd absolutely be surprising you and littering you with kisses and his own sweet nothings! I wrote a quick little something-something inspired by this bc i love it!! but i changed your idea a teensy tiny bit (hope its okay!)

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Eddie loves you dearly— so, so, so dearly. You know that, he knows that, and he’s pretty sure that every person in the country knows that.

He loves you so much, but he would oh-so-dearly love to go to sleep right now. 

The only issue is you’ve got what he likes to call the ‘zoomies’. Yes— like puppies get when they’re all full of energy and excitement, and just have to have everyone’s attention. You’re being silly, and giggly, and prodding at him to entertain yourself— which he loves and finds so endearing, but after a full day of work, band practice, and then doing all the chores that just won’t leave him alone, he’s wiped clean.

So when you continue giggling, making yourself laugh by doing things like squeezing his cheeks together, and playing with his hair by putting it in all different directions that you think is just so funny, he ‘falls asleep’.

At first you don’t buy it.

“Eddie, I know you’re faking,” you said, still giggly as ever. 

Eddie responded in a grumbled and sleepy ‘huh’, that had you second guessing. 

“Are you really falling asleep?” 

Eddie hummed quietly, sealing the deal. 

“No fun,” you pouted quietly, leaning into him. 

Under the weight of your shoulder pushing against his chest, he pretended to rouse the slightest bit, quietly murmuring your name, putting on the best performance of his life. You made a quiet little sound, like a sighed defeat.

He felt bad making his poor baby upset like this, all pouty and huffy, but it’s late and you should be going to sleep anyway (or maybe he’s just tired and trying to justify this one teeny tiny little white lie).

As the seconds on the clock ticked by, you seemed to accept that he was asleep. Giggly-no-more, you settle into his side, laying close to him, both of you cozied under the blankets together. Despite the warmth and calmness that now encapsulates the room, Eddie was so wrapped up in selling the idea that he was asleep that he forgot to actually fall asleep. 

Just as he had begun to nod, you placed a flat hand to his chest, stirring him back awake.

“Just keep sleeping, Eddie. Okay?” you had whispered. It was an odd tone that you used, and an even odder phrase, seeming almost like you were up to something. He kept his eyes closed as you paused, keeping your hand pressed to his chest. It felt like a trap to him, like somehow you knew he was faking. In a quick decision, he decided to stick to his guns and continue his facade. 

“Eddie?” you had said not long after, voice raising the slightest bit louder. 

With a quiet hum from your lips, he felt your hand move from his chest, fingertips gravitating upwards, brushing over his bangs, pushing them back with a gentle lightness that was almost tickle inducing.

Voice honeyed and sugary sweet, “I love you,” whispered from your lungs, making his chest squeeze. 

Your fingers brushed against his forehead again, grazing so softly down to his cheek, and he questioned whether or not he had actually fallen asleep. With the edge of your nail coasting across his chin, he decided he was still very much awake, he’s not dreaming just yet. 

Only now he was faced with a dilemma. Does he do what he so desperately wants to do? Give up his act just to kiss you? Or does he continue pretending to be asleep, keeping you blissfully unaware of how he’s deceiving you?

“Thank you for loving me,” you whispered even more quietly than before, pulling Eddie from his internal debate. “I never could have imagined finding someone who is as kind as you are.” You let out a quiet breath, gathering your thoughts. “And for you to love me… I’m the luckiest person in the world,” you continued. 

With every word, you took shallow breaths that fueled your whispers. Eddie felt his whole chest squeeze all at a once. His heart pitter-pattered happily in his chest and his lower lip threatened to jet out, revealing all of his ever-growing big emotions, but you continued, forcing him to pause and listen. 

“‘Cause you’re so nice, and funny— and I love that you let me squeeze your cheeks and poke your bum and make your bangs all messy,” you giggled softly to yourself, and Eddie was a melted puddle of a man at your side. 

He let you continue, selfishly wanting to hear more. 

“And I love that you are so good at being yourself and… I don’t know…” you trailed off. “I guess, being around you has helped me be myself too. Thank you for loving me,” you sighed. You’re starting to sound tired, no doubt getting closer and closer to the cusp of sleep, but you push forward, voice turning into the cadence of a groggy ramble. “I love you so much, Eddie, and I hope you’re having really good dreams right now because I love you and you deserve them.”

Such a powerful ability you have, to be able to reduce him to a love-stricken mess of a man. All it took were a few sweet nothings whispered in your gooey, syrupy sweet voice and he was melting. A mess of a man that suddenly had the slightest threatening sting behind his eyelids as his soul swooned for you. 

The final straw; when your lips connected to his chest in a loving, drawn out kiss, his fate was set. He couldn’t not kiss you. Without even blinking his eyes open, he was pushing himself over you just enough to press kisses wherever he could land them. 

“Eddie!” you exclaimed in true shock. He pressed kisses across your cheek and down your jaw. 

“I fucking love you,” he rasped through his tired voice. 

“You— you’re sleeping,” you huffed. “Eddie,” you drew out in a whine. 

“Thank you for loving me,” he said with all the conviction in the world. He truly was a lucky guy to get to call you his.

His kisses expand down to your neck, just dainty things, light presses of his lips that he hopes translate the way his heart soars for you. Gentle, chaste kisses, one after the other, all the way down to over your heart. He presses a matching kiss to the one you had given him, drawing it out, adding all of his love and adoration into it, just for you.

“I love you,” he promised, lifting his head to catch your gaze. A cross of embarrassment and smitten affection spans across your face, and he moves in for the kill— a kiss straight to your lips. 

“You were pretending,” you pouted, furrowing your brows at him. 

“Never,” he lied.

“You were.”

“But you’ll forgive me because you love me, right?” he smiled as big as he could, doing his best to butter you up. He watches the way your coy smile breaks and he considers it a win.

You didn’t dignify him with a response, you merely rolled your eyes before pushing yourself into his chest, cuddling close enough to hide your face and your growing smile. 

“I’m going to sleep,” you huffed against his skin. 

“I love you,” he replied proudly, both smug and happy. 

“Love you,” you mumbled back, and he swore that even if you were mad at him in the morning, it was all worth it. 

Maybe he ought to pretend to be asleep more often. 

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i hope you liked it! sorry if there were any spelling mistakes! thank you and hope you're having a good day as well! <3

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #anon ask

[dual1pa]

first date with eddie (headcannons)

warnings: overall fluff, makeout, touching, language

eddie munson x reader using she/her pronouns

Eddie was scared shitless to ask her out 

And when he finally grew the balls to ask her, he was quite shocked that she said yes 

They’ve been friends forever 

It started out as a harmless and romanticless relationship

They both considered themselves just best friends

Nothing more and nothing less

Eddie’s feelings for her didn’t bloom until the beginning of high school 

However, it wasn’t until their senior year (his 2nd senior year) that he started seeing her as a girlfriend 

Little did he know she felt the same 

She tried to show flirty signs for years, but he didn’t notice

The playful shoves or the arm in arm walks 

She joined his Hellfire Club at school - even though she had no idea how to play the game 

She just enjoyed watching Eddie have fun 

He even made her a one-of-a-kind shirt where the little devil had a pair of sunglasses on it 

Ones similar to the ones she wore on a daily basis 

That’s when her love for him grew fonder

One Friday, Eddie was going to ask her out while she was switching her morning textbooks for the afternoon 

He watched from afar as she walked up to her locker, put in her code, and start unloading her bag 

She was wearing a pair of denim jeans, oversized sweater, and her hair tied loosely in a pink scrunchie 

He walked up to her with a smile

“Hi, Eds,” she smiled

She was the only person that could call him that 

“Hey,” he said 

She had a concerned look on her face 

“Everything okay?” she asked

“Oh yeah, everything’s great. How was your classes?” he tucked a piece of hair behind his ear

“They were alright, happy that it’s the weekend.” 

“Hey, listen, Uh-” 

He kept pausing and rubbing the back of his neck

He was nervous as fuck

“There’s a new Friday the 13th movie out tonight, wanna go see it with me? Like, a date?” 

She blushed, no one asked her out in a while - not anyone she felt something for

“Of course I’ll go out with you, Eds.” 

His eyes lit up, all he wanted to do was cheer loudly and dance around the busy hallway 

“Great! Uh- awesome. I’ll pick you up at 7:30,” he smiled and walked her to her next class, not caring if he was late to his own. 

While she sat in class, she couldn’t concentrate on algebra

The only thing on her mind was Eddie

The more she thought about him, the more she wanted him

She cursed at herself why she didn’t make a better move earlier 

She couldn’t wait till their date

When he got home from school, he stood in front of his closet trying to figure out what he should wear - she was doing the absolute same

He decided on black jeans, white shirt and her a white skirt, pink shirt and a sweater

She was waiting on her deck when he pulled up her driveway in his white van

He, of course, had his favorite Metallica song blaring from the speaker - making her giggle 

“You look beautiful,” he said

“And you as well” 

The two sat in silence - awkward silence - as he drove to the Starcourt Mall 

Noramlly, the mall isn’t Eddie’s scene 

Too many people, stores that aren’t his type, music he doesn’t like plays throughout the mall 

“I can’t get away from this shit pop music!” he would say she “forced” him to help her find a homecoming dress 

He secretly loved it 

He winced at he saw the parking lot as he pulled in

“We don’t have to be here, I’m okay just-” 

“No,” he interrupted, “I want to take you to see this movie.” 

She smiled and grabbed his hand that was placed on his shaking leg. 

As they walked towards the large building, she grabbed his hand 

This was a date afterall 

He held the door open for her and motioned for her to go in first 

“A true gentleman.” she said

He smiled wide and threw his arm over her shoulder, and hers around his waist 

He paid for both tickets 

He found you a seat in the corner as it was a fully sold-out theater 

He felt so protective of her when she got scared from one of the scenes 

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close

“I really wanna kiss you right now,” he whispered in her ear

She blushed, “There’s someone right next to us, behind us, and in front of us!” 

“Fuck ‘em,” he said, grabbing her chin and planting on right on her 

Of course, once they started, they couldn’t stop. 

They got a few looks and a couple of rude grunts from people who were simply trying to enjoy the slasher film. 

“Why don’t we get outta here?” 

Eddie grabbed her hand and they ran out of the theater, out of the mall, and into the dark parking lot. 

It was late and most shoppers went home except for the movie goers - who were all inside

They were alone 

He pushed her up against his van and continued what he was doing in the theater 

Except he was way more handsy 

Her hands were everywhere

His hair 

His hips 

His neck

His face

His chest 

Everywhere

“Should have done this sooner,” he laughed in her mouth 

“We didn’t know and we were both too chicken shit to do anything about it,” she joked, “Take me home, Eds. Stay with me tonight.”

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson headcannon #stranger things #stranger things 4 #my writings #my writing #stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things 4 volume 1

[enterdivinity]

sharing is caring

summary: your beautiful boyfriend, izuku midoriya, let his friends share you

cw: gangbang, filming, nsfw(minors dni), cowgirl, doggystyle, name-calling(dirty girl(implied), atta girl, slut)

a/n: listen to frank ocean while writing smut!!! it works!! based off of @dcsiremc's post

The only thing that anyone could hear from miles away were moans and groans in Izuku Midoriya’s dorm room. He convinced his friends, specifically Bakugou, to come over and share his girlfriend, aka, you. People know the saying, sharing is caring, right? He took it to another level. A whole new level.

You were face down, ass up on his bed, gripping onto his bedsheets. Izuku was taking you from behind, and Shoto and Denki were shoving and pumping their rock-hard cocks on your face. Smearing that pre-cum as you tried to take licks, key word: tried. You were moaning your ass off as your boyfriend kneaded your ass cheeks with his calloused hands. That’s why you tried to lick it all. He was thrusting into you like you were the last person on earth, his balls were slapping against your clit repeatedly. Eijirou and Katsuki were next to each other, jerking off and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He kept on plunging his dick into your spongy walls, not even caring that he was close. “‘Zuku-! Please!” You whined as his thrust became more sporadic.

“Please what? Use your words baby…”

“M-more!”

More? You wanted more? Well, he was a good boyfriend and spoiled you rotten. His dick was bullying and poking at your cervix as his grip on your hips became tighter. He completely stopped thrusting into your cunt and his cum painted your insides white. He slowly pulled out and took many deep breaths, turning his head to Katsuki. Izuku snapped back into reality as blush sped up onto his face. He got off of you, looking so flustered and embarrassed. He even covered his face! How cute.

“Ka-Kacchan! Don’t film,” the greenie whimpered as he got off of you, “join…”

“Nah.” He rolled his eyes and tutted. Katsuki did want to join in the fun, but he wanted to later on. He wasn’t much of a sharer, so he wanted to go last. Saving the best for last as people say. His phone was out, and so was his dick. He was slowly moving it up and down with his hand, while quiet and deep groans escaped his lips. However, this was someone’s girlfriend that he was jerking off too. This was morally wrong, but boy was it hot.

Shoto bent down to be eye-level with you, grabbing your face by the chin. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to make even more noise than there was before. He mumbled something along the lines of “open up and say ahh.” You pried your mouth open, tongue out and all that jazz. The two-toned haired boy put his index and middle finger in your mouth, making you suck them as you panted. Denki jerked himself off even more, grabbing your hair with his free hand. You looked up to see him, he was definitely close. He leaned his head back and let out a guttural moan. That was a clear sign, if it weren’t for the cum that spewed on your face and mouth, it was a sign. The two backed away from you, looking at Eijirou, and ushered him to play his part.

“Bakubro, ya think I should stuff that cum in her? Todoroki and Kaminari want me to.”

“Do what you want, shitty hair.” Katsuki flipped his phone around so it would be horizontal. The redhead shrugged and got off his chair, his hung cock swinging from side to side as he walked over to you. If you thought that your boyfriend had a big dick, this one was monstrous. Absolutely humongous. He sat down on the bed and laid down on his back.

“Gonna let you ride me, okay baby?” You nodded, and Eijirou picked you up and you sunk down on his beer-can dick. While his hands were on your hips, you clenched your teeth and rolled your eyes back. How could someone have something this huge? It was like something from porn, but fully real.

“Atta girl, nice and slow…”

You moved your hips slowly, bouncing up and down on him. He rested his head over his neck, he wanted you to do all the work. The redhead was a nice boy after all, so selfless and kind. Well, not as selfless as Izuku, he was the definition of a gentleman. You pressed your hands on his shirtless and very muscular body. Probably even more muscular than your own boyfriend. Well, the greenie got it because of pure determination, so it canceled out. You turned your head to see him smiling at you. He was smiling, your boyfriend was smiling at the fact that you were in someone else’s control. Damn.

Eijirou held onto your hips as you felt them give out, he was so kind to you. Has he wanted to do this to you ever since he met you? Well, now he could. He helped you ride his cock, making the pace a smidge faster after each and every bounce. You looked back at him, beads of sweat were dripping down your forehead. It was definitely a workout. He started to thrust into your pussy. At first it was slow, but then it gradually got fast and faster. Becoming more effortless and graceful. It was a complete contrast to the redhead’s usual behavior. You could tell that he was getting closer to his climax, it was evident.

Katsuki got up from his chair, but kept filming. He changed the camera angle so it would be vertical. His dick poked at your shaky hands. It seemed like he wanted you to pump it, so you did. It was periodical, but it got the blondie going. The other three were praising you, it almost felt like taunts. Bittersweet taunts, such an oxymoron. They were calling you names like “dirty girl” and “slut.” It didn’t feel mean at all though, it felt nice.

“Shiiit, didn’t know Deku’s girl was such a slut.” He murmured under his breath, he didn’t want you to hear his absolutely arousing noises. Katsuki could definitely be a porn star if it weren’t for his quirk and extremely inflated ego.

Eijirou heard him, chuckling a little bit. He completely stopped laughing and thrusted his dick fully in your hole. A loud moan was let out of his mouth, so loud that you thought he was in pain. Nah, it was all pleasure. He came inside of you, letting his and Izuku’s cum mix together like some sensual solution. He lifted you off of his cock, having you lie down on the bed. The greenie walked to you, as he wiped the bead of sweat off of your forehead.

“You took it so well,” he kissed your forehead, “now lemme take care of you.”

header: @roseschoices

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#bnha smut #bakugou katsuki #eijiro kirishima #mha smut #izuku midoriya #denki kaminari #shoto todoroki #midoriya smut #denki smut #shoto smut #bakugou smut #katiewatie

[adoregojo]

after decades, I finally write a fic about hiroi, even if it was a little short and mid at least it's something d: i love his character sosososos much even if he was a little hard to write mwah mwah i still love pretty boys. warnings: cussing. mention of needles. tattoo artist!reader, karasu being a third wheel. hiroi being a lovesick bastard, karasu basically suffering throughout the fic.

"what are we even doing here?" karasu's question goes upon death ears, suddenly he regrets tagging along in this.

it was like 8:49 at night, the crow head had his plans ready and set up just for hiori to barge in and drag him to a half hour drive to some tattoo studio on a an unfamiliar street he never stepped a foot on. this should consider kidnapping, he knew he should've screamed out of the window when he had the chance.

however he gotta admit the place didn't look half bad, it was well styled and didn't reek of smoke like expected, it even whiffed of fragrance. black painted walls and some hanged pieces of art, whoever chose them have a good taste. but being the smartass he is, karasu knew that whatever reason hiori was here for, was definitely not for a tattoo.

it was obvious even a blind one could get it, the cyan head had to take a few breathers out and in before opening the door. he didn't like that foolish smile that stayed glued to his face all the way here, and doesn't his cheeks hurt from beaming that damn long? like he didn't make the same remark of him smirking day and night, fucking hypocrite.

and what he didn't like most of all was how he kept overlooking him all that time, basically neglecting whatever doubts that pushed out his lips.

it's someone or something that was definitely dancing on his mind all night long. that explains why have he been coming to the dorms late at nights for the past weeks, he didn't even pat an eye to the class he missed. karasu was starting to think he was being hold hostage at once.

the crow male watch as he entered what he can guess it's where people sit on a chair and getting brutally needled by a an unbothered tattooer, that looked like it hurts like a bitch if you ask him. and when hiori sat down comfortably on a stuffed couch like it was his own home, he had enough.

"ye better answer me before i slam that stupid smile you have on ya face." karasu threat, showing his mettle and irritation just for his cyan friend to pat on the empty space beside him. karasu could feel his hair white, just what the hell was he getting on.

he sat down anyway, his hands deep in his pockets. the couch was awfully too comfy. he needs to ask for this brand, after beating hiori's ass of course. maybe he'll park his car in the place where birds shat on daily for a pay back, sounds like a plan.

"soooo, ya speaking or not, shithead?"

"be a good friend and shut yer yap, please?" that's the first thing he says tonight, and still with that put-off smile.

"yea, no wonder ya got only one friend." his remark was left hanging in the air. karasu had to physically clench his fist to a ball before he actually make hiori give the tile floor a very loving kiss.

his cyan hues were transformed to another direction, the path where a middle aged man was on the shelf of tears and the tattoo artist trying to hand them a piece of sooth. it was an embarrassing sight, and a situation to be put in. he had a knowledge of hiori being a little into drama but this better not be what he was brought up for.

however, that wasn't what hiori's eyes was on, if he looked closely, his sights were sat on the tattooist themselves, and that ogle was the definition of being absolute dotty and smitten, hiroi's ears were tipsy and he looked like he was about burst out the universe from his chest. disgusting is you asked karasu.

fucking hell, hirori had the fattest crush on the tattoo artist and he had to sit there and watch him grew enamoredly over them by the second.

you were literally in a misery of a situation, sweat running downhill your forehead, your locks were messy and out of place. and his friend over here eyes about to glow out in a shade of hearts like you were the only one to look at. he seriously wanted to throw up at this makeshift k-drama, he'd even throw tomatoes if he can.

he wondered what mistake he owned the university for to make him sit down there for the next hour with sniffing echoes throughout the walls and the annoying noises of that coil will definitely haunt him in his dreams. did he mention that he wasn't having a good time?

finally that man took his leave, mumbling apologies over and over his way before weaving over at you. this was the call of freedom, the door was calling him, seducing him with it blazing light to go through it and take his leave because he was dead serious when he say that he doesn't feel his butt no more.

"hiroi? is that you?"

have mercy on him.

you walked up to them, karasu doesn't know if it was hallucination taking over him but he could hear his friend's rabid heart pounding louder than ever by every step you take, he really thought another foot step would give a heart attack.

he doesn't think twice before standing up to greet you. "hi." hiori's reply came out clumsily, his eyes revolving around every corner of the room but your figure.

"hello, hello. did you finally decide to a get a tattoo?" you tilted your head slightly. he shook his head in response, "not yet, I actually came here for you." he admitted, you fix your posture quickly. playing with your fingers timidly behind your back, a failed attempt to hide the affect of his words.

"well, are you willing to wait a few hours before a finish this shift?" you asked jokingly, flashing your lashes rabidly. you could feel his gaze burning on you, drinking on your every move and every feature, detailed and craved to his mind.

"I'll wait for whatever long if that means seeing you." hiroi cooed, when did that girlish dude become a sappy one? as if he was finding pure joy in seeing you all red-faced and shrinking. you chuckle in response, raising your hand in attempt to places the hair locks back to it place. you definitely looked hideous right now, yet he kept his dreamy pairs on you only.

gently, he takes your hand his. slowly and timed in case you felt uncomfortable, it fitted perfectly, made for him to hold. the urge to lock your fingers together was tight. flipping your hand then he opened your gloved palm that was pained after the hour of holding the coil. hiori reaches for his pocket to site a piece of warped up candies. your favourites.

you stare at him, almost as if asking him without the need of words. "you mentioned that your jar run out of candy, so I brought you some. if you wanted i can refill it for you." he says, still looking at your still warped up in his hand. it bloomed him with unexplained warmth.

a burst of butterflies swirls in your stomach, he was close, almost leaning over your face that you could feel his suffuse mint breath tickling your skin. "that's so... thoughtful of you, hiroi. you're too kind."

"only for you."

what the fuck is he witnessing.

you two were literally making-out in front of karasu, and he was this close to bawling his eyes out. he seriously considered what on earth did he have done to deserve witnessing his friend being all lovey-dovey with a hot tattooist, is the consequence of him being friends with otoya finally catching him?

his blue bare of eyes sae as hiori pointed his finger at at him, "actually he wants to get a tattoo."

he was what now?

"wait wha-"

"and he'd like to do it anytime soon."

he couldn't actually believe this, absolute backstabbed. his what he considered a friend was basically setting him up just so he can spend time with his crush. just what the hell, what kind of betrayal is this, he got sat up brutally by the last person he expected from.

your eyes traveled to karasu's jaw dropped face. you didn't even notice him until hiori pointed him out. "oh, I'm sorry it's packed up today. i can set him for someone else if you want to." you suggested.

"no, i only trust you to do that." hiori didn't rethink before saying that, your eyes widened at him. he always managed to caught you off guard with his genuine sugar-coating words.

"if you insist, i have an empty seat tomorrow."

"I'll make sure we'll be there. and it's his first time, be gentle with him, kay?"

"I'll make sure to." you assured him, patting him on his arm. he held himself back from jolting at your nails digging his skin through the fabric of his sweater. it was soft, something that he isn't quite used to. and it lingered longer than it was supposed to when you lifted it off.

you take a piece of rolled up paper and stuff it into his pocket, "my number, call when you need." you say, eyes shifting between the floor and hiori's own, kicking your feet from side to side. while he couldn't take his off you. like blinking would make you disappear and slip away forever.

he knew he was taking advantage of karasu, and he was all ready for the consequences of it all if it mean spending any more seconds alongside with you. he promise to cherish it and held it deep within the depths of his soul. he promised to make it to him later, but now he was just too drowned to care, too intoxicated to think about anything beside of you.

"how about i go bring you some dinner? and we'll-"

"FUCK NO!" Karasu finally snapped.

in a blink of an eye, hiori was being harshly pulled by his behind collar, "we're are going home, and that's final!" karasu shouted as he dragged the cyan head who kept on reaching his hand uselessly towards you. he couldn't protect himself before he was already out of the store then thrown carelessly into the passenger seat.

the crow slammed the car door grimly, warping the safety belt then driving off like there was no tomorrow. not giving hiori a time to get a grip of himself. a pregnant silence fall on them, and he couldn't careless when he felt a burning glare on his head, if looks could kill, karasu would've been dead thousands of times.

"fucking cockbloker."

"oh, zip it you sadistic bitch."

study math? no, write for hiori? hell yea

#hiori x reader #hiori yo x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock #hiori yo

[queentala]

Fenrys bedroom headcanons

Fenrys Moonbeam x reader

Oh gods I finally wrote something!!!! 🥳 Ugh, it feels so good. You can see the variety of my emotions while writing those headcanons, going from poetic, through obsessed, to being absolutely done, and then to feeling cute. And also great shout out to @juulle987 that gave me some ideas, kept me motivated and entertained today. This post is dedicated to you, baby ❤️ Anyway, I hope you enjoy this 🥰

Words: slightly over 3k

Warnings: no spoilers wanted so just be aware of a lot of nsfw content

Even though the smart mouth, charming smile, effortless way of being, or simply the pretty face, might cause various spicy inklings and rumors about the White Wolf's abilities in bedroom, (which, pretty much always are at least partially accurate), there is a lot more than just youngish yearning and playfulness underneath his skin. After all, many might know that the beautiful warrior had his persistent spot in Queen Maeve's bed, only few, however, that he did not cherish this "privilege", as she called it.

There is just… so much darkness in Fenrys' soul, that it is impossible to save any aspect of his life from the pain it brings, especially when the said aspect is directly connected to the source of his trauma. 

So no, Fenrys is not the always horny and kinky sex god we make him out to be. 

Okay he is. 

But at least not at the beginning, or even the halfway of the long journey of trying to overcome the demons that haunt him. 

It's going to take a while for him to open up. To trust you. 

Now, most of sa victims are not fond of touch, which is understandable as it triggers the bad memories. But I do think Fenrys would very much need and crave physical contact with his mate/beloved. Especially the soft and comforting type, the one that resumes him that he is loved and sets his skin on fire at the same time. 

It's just that with Maeve he didn't get to experience the featherlike softness which every lover's fingers should have, nor the addicting feeling of trying to grasp as much of each other as possible. And when he finally does, it's like a painkiller for his soul. 

Believe me when I say that Fenrys cannot get enough of your hands in his hair, chests pressed against each other, legs tangled under the sheets… It's not the verbal yes that he gives you when you take off his shirt, but the way he's pressing his cheek into your palm as you caress his face that keeps you going. He's not good with words. How could he when there's a lump in his throat as emotion overtake his ability to make a sound? So instead he lets his body speak. 

At first the sex is soft and intense, full of small gasps, long kisses and sweet words whispered against each other's skin. It's more about just being close to each other than the actual pleasure; the beautiful feeling of getting lost in each other, feeling of security sugared with the bliss caused and boosted by every stroke against the most intimate parts belonging only to the two of you. 

Holding hands also appears to be an important deal for Fenrys; a physical visualization of the trust and safety he feels while in your presence. It definitely adds intimacy, which he very much craves, to the moment and overall is a really sweet gesture that just naturally feels right. 

He always finds a way to connect your palms, no matter the position he has you in, and not even once it failed to work as the motion always turns out sweet, sexy or goofy and either way it's just amazing. 

And even decades into your relationship, when his trauma is just a blurry memory appearing in his nightmares from time to time, holding hands is as important as it was at the beginning of your shared journey. 

Another form of intimacy that Fenrys adores, is morning, cuddly sex. Or in general just cuddly, sleepy sex as we know this guy likes to take a nap during the day. 

It's slow and sloppy, with eyes still closed and face buried in each other's chest or neck, warm covers enveloping and keeping you safe in the small bubble of just you two, free from all the worries of the day. 

It is such a wholesome moment that lets you be close even in the most vulnerable state, plus the atmosphere is so sweet and cozy… Oh and I just know that Fenrys gets all sensitive then, too lost in the feeling to even care and keep the veneer of having some control over his body. 

He. Is. Such. A. Moaner.

Fenrys is vocal, never even trying to muffle the sounds YOU'RE pulling out of him. It feels so divine, so why would he keep it to himself? 

At first it's low grunts and hisses, slipping out of his mouth mindlessly as you clutch him so tightly and good, slowly turning into moans, each louder than the previous one, more desperate, as he's nearing his release. The sweet noises falling right into your ear, broken from time to time by a curse when the pleasure gets overwhelming. 

Now keep in mind that all this happens when he's the one on top, so when he's trying to keep himself together. 

I don't think Fenrys would be into the dom/sub dynamics due to his trauma; neither being at someone's mercy nor having someone absolutely helpless underneath really appeals to him. However, the top/bottom thing absolutely does appear in your bedroom. 

Being under Maeve's command for a century, it's rather reasonable that Fenrys would like to be a top and have control over the situation. (I even had a discussion with someone about this on my blog if you'd like to read more into it.) So while neither of you have more or less power over the other during sex, most of the time it's Fenrys that initiate, choose and control things. 

However, I'm a firm believer that Fenrys is a switch.

So with the right person and after the right amount of time, he would give up the control without any worries. And that's when you meet his absolutely new side. 

Like I already hinted, Fenrys gets sensitive and it doesn't take much for him to fall apart. Whether you're riding him, or working your hand or mouth along his length, his moans always somehow get louder and more desperate. 

And oh boy, try to edge him a little bit, and you get two outcomes.

One: you just turned on his playful mode and now he's going to pay you back with twice as much.

Two: he's falling into total submission and gets all whiny, begging you to let him cum because your hand on him feels so good and he can't take it anymore, but you keep teasing him, telling him that only good puppies get to cum and I'm jqhwjhwj 🥴😩

But anyway, back to playful Fenrys.

Of course having so many bad memories with sex, he tries his best to make it as pleasurable and comfortable experience as possible, both for you and him. 

And you know Fenrys, always with mischief in his eye and snarky comments ready for any occasion… I'm afraid his attitude in the bedroom doesn't differ too much. 

He is definitely the type of person to crack the most random joke in the middle of the fun, or stop and collapse into giggles at the weird sound either of you made or when the new position doesn't work quite like it should. 

Do I even have to mention all the dirty jokes he'd come up with? And you know it's not only you that hears them but the whole court. I swear everybody is so effin fed up with them yet it seems like Fenrys, the unbothered king of annoying his decayed ex comrades, comes up with a new joke every time he cums. 

(which is a lot cause the boy's sensitive as fuck but about that later)

He calls you his muse at this point as you're the reason behind most of them.

And if you can imagine Fenrys being playful during sex, then imagine what happens before. Because half of the time it's the tickling sessions that get you into the bedroom, starting as harmless fun and ending up with clothes scattered on the floor and sheets that definitely need to be changed after you're done. 

However I would be surprised hadn't it worked the other way around as well, as if you don't see lighthearted sex with Fenrys turning into a tickling fight then you clearly don't know him. 

Since we're talking about getting started… Fenrys loves you and sex with you, and ya know, you're not just some lover but his beloved, a person truly dear to him. So most of the time he'd want to do everything properly. That's why I dare say he is the king of foreplay. 

Fenrys knows perfectly how to get you into the mood, whether it be more giggly or sexy. He knows all your sensitive places, knows where to kiss and where to bite, what turns you on. 

Of course he enjoys quickies as well, every moment with (in) you is priceless. But why would he narrow himself to doing the bare minimum before entering you when he could have you squirting and begging for his cock?

I already said it in my previous headcanons, and Fenrys said it himself; his tongue is his best feature. So who am I to argue with him? 

This man. Is so fucking amazing at oral, that there's no enough words in the world to describe it. 

He just loves eating you out; love your taste, love the way you're arching and love the sound of your moans. He can spend hours, (and I really do believe I'm not overreacting), slowly drawing his tongue up and down your entrance, eyes closed in pleasure at the way your arousal feels on his lips. 

He absolutely outdoes himself in those moments, making sure no inch of yours is left without his attention. Kissing the soft flesh of your thighs, palms exploring the well known shape of your hips and waist as he fucks you little cunt; switching between your hole and clit, treating one with his lips while his fingers take care of the other. 

Start pulling at his hair and it only keeps him going. 

Just the sight of you falling apart under his touch is enough to leave him hard and ready. (Although, am I the only one that thinks he could cum by just eating you out…? He defo could, couldn't he?)

And just as much as he loves giving, he loves receiving. I already said that Fenrys gets whiny and sensitive when you're on your knees. He'd definitely fist your hair and watch in awe with mouth slightly open how you take his length, too hipnotised by the sight to be aware of the way his body reacts or the sounds slipping from between his lips.

He can hold himself for a pretty long time, but I do believe he wouldn't have any problems with cumming within minutes, especially when you're the one working on him. 

Fenrys might not be the horniest person at the beginning. Like I already said, demons of the past do take a toll on him. But as the years pass by, and with your love that makes him stronger with each day, I think I can say this guy is very much able to find any excuse to have sex. 

Whether it be a few minutes break before one meeting and another, an especially colder day, or just a very beautiful night, Fenrys can and will try to get you to bed as often as possible. 

Oh and I bet he wakes up with a boner almost every morning. Don't ask me why because I don't know, it's just a feeling that he does. What I know, though, is that there's no way he'd handle it himself when you're laying by his side 😏. 

There are three ways to solve this and he's not going to complain either way. 

Feeling comfortable, Fenrys is the first one to experiment and try new things. As long as it doesn't harm either of you, and doesn't trigger any bad memories, he's down for whatever you propose. 

After all, sex is all about fun and pleasure, so why not find as many ways to do so as possible? 

Actually the only things that he is strongly against would be degrading and bondage, besides that he's willing to give everything else a try.

Those that read my previous headcanons will most likely recall the fabulous white, fluffy tail plug and wolf/dog ears to match. 

And as much as I consider my previous hcs a disaster, this is something I stand my ground on. What's more, I do believe Fenrys would be absolutely and thoroughly into roleplays and dressing ups. AND I DARE YOU TO TELL ME I'M WRONG. You can't. 

It's sexy and goofy at the same time, and given that these two adjectives are literally Fenrys' life motto…

He'd love to have you in doggy as you wear the plug, or even more, pressed against the kitchen counter as you decided to wear it (only it) while making him breakfast. Or when you ride him wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit, bouncing on his cock with tits falling out of the tight unbuttoned shirt, tied under your breast. Would he chase you with a lasso through the house before that? You already know the answer. 

And do I even have to mention Fenrys in the play boy or maid costume?

This man is such a teaser. It goes all the way from leaving small kisses and little touches all over your body for the whole day, to purposely slowing down the peace of his thrusts. 

He'd also strip for you. Painfully slowly taking off each piece of clothing as you watch him with lips watering (I'm talking about both types 👀). And had you shown any type of impatience, he would turn it against you and call you desperate for him, as if he's not taking so long for this exact purpose. 

But when Fenrys finally does crawl his naked frame over you, he makes sure to make all this waiting worth it. He worships you like no one else ever could, touching and kissing every inch of skin he can find, devouring the sight below him with eyes blown with desire, words of admiration slipping out of his mouth like sparks out of bonfire. 

Words might not hold such powerful meaning as actions, but it doesn't make them any less important for Fenrys. Not only does he use every chance he gets to compliment you, more than once not even realizing it, smothering you with praises and pet names whether it be in lovesick awe or overwhelmed with pleasure, but craves to hear those sweet words fall from your mouth directed to him.

He seeks your attention and admiration like a puppy, melting in your palms as you pamper him with love. 

My man is not big on sharing. Even though I'd love to believe that he agrees to bring another person to your bedroom from time to time, especially a man as I whole believe that he is bisexual, I think it would be rather a rarity. Well, he's not interested in other women when you're the only one he needs and wants, and also it would take a lot of time and reassurance for him to share you with another man. But once you talk it through… Dorian would be more than willing, that's for sure. 

Oh, I had some trouble deciding whether he is a boobs or ass guy, and Julle solved within seconds saying that he's both. And yeah, I do see that. 

Fenrys would love sleeping with his face in your breasts, or play with them as you're laying in bed with a book, not paying attention to him so he has to entertain himself. And he loves sucking at your titties, trying to get you to orgasm just by that. 

But at the same time he would waste no opportunity to slap your butt as he walks past or fucking you from behind. Nor would he complain as you sit on his face with full weight. 

Ah and how could I forget? What's a better way to worship your pussy than filling it with cum? Watching his cock slide out white from how full of him you are, seeing his seed leak out and drip down your thighs? 

You know he's trying to put as many puppies in you as he can. 

And as a cherry on top I can offer you naked domestic Fenrys. It is a good thing that he's comfortable, of course it is, however, once he does, he doesn't differ much from a toddler. Run after him with pants all you want, he's not going to put them on, parading through the whole house in all the glory. 

But honestly? Is it so bad? I mean, people pay big money for less effective views, so I wouldn't complain and feast my eyes all I can. 

In this long as toilet paper essay, we came to the conclusion that sex with Fenrys can be sexy, funny, intense, loving and hundreds of other kinds. But what is one thing that they all have in common? ✨ Aftercare ✨ (you can see I'm losing my shit here? Sorry, I'm just tired, maybe I'll rewrite this part tomorrow)

After the fun is over, no matter how long or hard it was, Fenrys will always make sure you're okay before doing anything else. It is his priority to help you come down after your high, asking if you need anything whether it be water, a helpful hand in getting cleaned, a bath or simply snuggles. 

And though he'd never expect from you anything you cannot give, it makes his heart flutter when you do the same thing for him. So maybe ask if he's okay, or play with his hair as he's falling asleep, whispering praises against his forehead, and it would definitely make him happier. 

Fenrys is an amazing lover, thoughtful and passionate, open minded and big on boundaries. He can offer you the whole world and crawl out of his skin to bring you pleasure, and still stop without a second thought when you say no. And he does expect the same thing from you.

Because at the end of the day, consent is the sexiest thing you can give him.

#fenrys moonbeam x reader #fenrys x reader #fenrys moonbeam #fenrys #throne of glass #tog headcanons #tog imagines #tog smut #tog #throne of glass imagines

[treshmind]

F!Tav having a postpartum depression

…and Astarion is dealing with this.

To say the least, you and Astarion were terrified of this pregnancy from the very beginning. For many - many - obvious reasons.

But overall you both were excited and even came up with some names (and kept them secret as an elven tradition). One of your studies in the house was quickly turned into the nursery with the painted night sky on the ceiling (it was Astarion’s idea).

Jaheira kept an eye on you since she found out you’re pregnant and her help was unmatched. Astarion wrote down everything she’s ever said about babies and how to take care of them. You couldn’t help but smile at that.

And when The Day came you felt absolutely ready for the new life ahead of you. Sleepless nights, cute pointy ears of your child, diapers, their first steps and so on. You couldn’t wait to meet them - dhampir or not.

Astarion was restless during labour and Jaheira even sent him off - a handful of times - to which he protested. He wanted to stay by your side no matter what, even though the amount of your blood suddenly made him dizzy.

…and then your child was born.

Oh did they took everything after their father? Hell yeah. White curls, his natural eye color, nose and ears shapes. They were perfect.

The first few days were hard but Astarion (who only needs like 4 hours of sleep/trance) helped a lot. You were endlessly thankful for having him in your life.

…until you started feeling quite useless compared to him.

You fed the child, sang to them and still they cried in your arms however Astarion’s cold embrace seemed to soothe them.

You started questioning whether you should have become mother in the first place.

You were crying all the time if something went wrong in your opinion. Baby bit you while feeding? You’re a horrible mother. Astarion went to the nursery before you even realized baby was restless? You’re a horrible mother.

You spent most of your day in bed, staring at the wall, crying or sleeping.

Astarion was worried sick. He remembered Jaheira saying the first few days were going to be tough, but it’s been weeks.

“My love, is something the matter?” - he would ask at every given occasion.

“I’m just tired” - you would whisper and hide your face (“So puffy and ugly” - you would think to yourself) in the pillow.

Then it gone worse. You were barely touching baby, even during the feeding. And your child felt this abandonment. They would cry until Astarion held them closer to your scrawny chest.

You’ve lost a lot of weight too. No matter how Astarion begged for you to eat, it always took a few bites before you pushed the plate from the table.

Astarion’s on edge. He can’t take care of two helpless creatures at the same time and it’s been weeks since he hunted properly.

The baby is clearly malnourished even with the complementary feeding. He talks about it with you… or tries to.

It makes things worse. You’ve thrown a tantrum, screaming how terrible you are as a mother because your baby is basically starving.

Luckily Jaheira visits your house when your baby is a month old, as she promised.

She’s speechless for a while, seeing both you and baby in this state.

She helps Astarion with a baby and lets him go for a quick hunt (“Some might consider your inability to see yourself in the mirror right now as a mercy, little vampire”). He agrees hesitantly.

When he comes back he finds you taking a bath, while baby is asleep and Jaheira untangling your hair. She notices Astarion in the doorway and leaves you two alone.

He sits down behind you and starts untangling your hair. He asks for permission before helping you wash your whole body. You simply nod and this only makes him feel as like his undead heart skipped a beat.

After that, you two end up in bed, cuddling and talking about your feelings.

Astarion feels horrible for not asking Jaheira’s help earlier - but shuts it down. It’s not about him.

“It’s alright to struggle with something new. Remember? That’s what you told me all this years ago” he whispers gently in your ear.

“What if I shouldn’t have been a mother at all? That’s why it took so long for me to get pregnant”

“It’s not like we tried to achieve that specifically” he chuckles.

“And it doesn’t matter. You will be a great mother. You already are. No one is as kind and caring as you. You see only good in people and help them even they are doomed. I’m a living proof of that” he continues, caressing your cheek. “And I want to help you now”.

#bg3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion headcanons #astarion x female tav #dadstarion #i guess #headcanons #tan is writing

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

Late Victorian British Fun (and not-so-fun) Facts

I thought others might be interested in my list of little things I've learned while researching the 1890s for my fics. This is by no means a list of things you should do when writing! Even I don't follow absolutely every single thing—I like to think wizarding society deviated quite a bit from muggle society, after all. If you wanna use this list as a reference, go ahead, but you should write whatever makes you happy. This is just for fun, and I'll probably end up writing down more stuff as I remember it—this is all just the stuff I could think of from the top of my head. :)

Basics

The Victorian Era was from 1837 to 1901. The era before was called the Regency Era (think Jane Austen) and the era after was the Edwardian Era (think Downton Abbey).

Love and Marriage

Even though the marriage age was lowered significantly in 1823, most girls still got married between ages 18 and 23.

The social season refers to the summer months from May to August in which the middle and upper classes left their country homes and stayed in London to attend social events, following the royal family. The main purpose was finding someone to marry.

Courtship, the part of a relationship that was most like dating today, only lasted a few months before progressing to being engaged. But it was common for engagement to last much longer. Dating as we know it today wasn't really a thing until after 1900.

Courtship "dates" that weren't in public often consisted of dinner at the woman's house with her parents (private time between the couple was sometimes afforded after dinners).

There was a paradigm shift in attitudes towards marriage; marrying for love became much more common in this era. But marriages were still pragmatic, too! Marriages based purely on love while ignoring the economic and practical aspects were scandalous.

Queen Victoria popularized white wedding dresses as we know them today.

It wasn't until the late Victorian Era that evening weddings became acceptable.

Snakes were a popular motif for engagement rings in the Victorian Era.

Pregnancy and Children

Victorian women were expected to hide all signs of their pregnancy, as it would imply participation in the act required for pregnancy (yeah, lol).

Husbands weren't allowed to be around for the actual act of childbirth, and it was advised he only stay around for 5 minutes afterward.

Anesthesia was first administered in the mid-1800s.

Fathers were often very involved in their children's lives, contrary to popular opinion.

Teenagers haven't changed much since the Victorian Era—our MCs weren't the only troublemakers. :)

Clothing, Personal Care and Fashion

Eyebrows came in all shapes and sizes; no one style appears to have been particularly coveted. The only exception was an aversion to unibrows.

Natural beauty was the name of the Victorian game. As such, makeup was very un-virtuous and was reserved for prostitutes and actors.

That doesn't mean people didn't use any products, however! Salves for the lips, as well as powders and rouges, started becoming popular towards the end of the era.

Perfumes and colognes were kept subtle, but floral scents were very popular amongst both men and women. Again, emphasizing the natural state of the body was seen as very virtuous.

Shapewear was just as popular back then as it is today. Adding or taking away layers of women's undergarments depended on the effect one wanted to have.

Men's undergarments were much simpler, usually consisting of cotton drawers and a long-sleeved undershirt.

Shorter skirts were appropriate for young girls, but as a girl got older, her skirts generally got longer.

School was still relatively uncommon for girls through the end of the era, but school uniforms for girls generally included aprons to protect their clothes.

Very long hair was desirable for Victorian women and was considered very feminine, but wearing that hair loose was not respectable. Bangs (fringes) weren't very popular.

The 1890s introduced the Gibson Girl look that would carry through the Edwardian Era.

Women wearing trousers was not as uncommon as one might think!

Bathing at least once a day was considered essential, but showering was not yet a thing.

Games, Leisure and Sports

Parlour games were very popular with adults at parties. Charades was an especially prevalent game.

Board games were also very popular for both children and adults.

Football (not American football!) became very popular in the Victorian Era amongst men. Croquet was the game of choice for women.

Cemeteries were popular picnicking spots and were more like sculpture gardens than grim reminders of death.

Food and Cooking

Honestly just go watch English Heritage's Victorian videos for an idea of the recipes and foods that were common back then lol. Mrs. Crocombe is a gem.

Breakfast was often a major event for wealthy Victorian Britons.

Ok that's all I can think of for now. I'm sure there's way more I'm missing. If I can come up with enough, I'll do another post at some point lol. Enjoy!

#victorian era #bonus points if you can recognize the bits I've used in my fics lol #ummmm idk what other tags to use oops #hogwarts legacy #references

[tanith-rhea]

Hey! i have a smuty request hehe

you're Larissa's roommate and one day when she entered your shared room she finds you masturbating moaning her name... and well I leave it in your hand how this develops

if you're not comfortable writing this or simply don't want to is absolutely okey!

Unexpected Finds

Author's note: I'm horrendously sorry for the amount of time this took me. If you stook around, you'll see your request is the first thing I wrote in a loooooong while. Word count: 2.9k

“You are horrible at this,” Riss murmured with a teasing smile.

 “To be fair, I told you I was, and you doubted it,” her nails were longer than yours; it wasn’t difficult to keep yours manicured but Larissa had long, nicely shaped nails and you had no practice with those. “Why are you complaining anyway? You can simply make them look however you want!”

“Did I complain? I think I simply made a remark on your disastrous attempt at painting them, that’s all.” 

“Ok, shush!” her rumbling chuckle quickly had you both laughing even though you tried your very best to look pissed and not charmed. 

Larissa had the ability to make everything she did look incredibly alluring or adorable. Not just textbook hot things or her cute nose scrunches and fond smiles. But hearing her yawn at eleven pm while studying for an exam you knew she could give a lecture about; her rambling and muttering under her breath at how insufferable some people were; her rare fits of anger which she would try not to show but would turn her knuckles white and make her respond to every comment pissily. It was all endearing when it was her who did it. 

“I’m just trying to support you in learning new skills,” she shrugged like it was the simplest of truths, and she wasn’t at all very amused by the entire situation. 

“Thank you so much for sponsoring my personal growth,” you rolled your eyes but smiled. Her own smiling features turned softer, the slight mocking turning fond like it so often did lately. She had no idea the effect it had on you. 

“Sadly, although I appreciate your interest in my learnings, I think we should sleep. I know you’ll blame me if you wake up late tomorrow and it’s almost midnight.” 

Despite your tender feelings towards Larissa, you couldn’t help but be a little annoyed at the changes she helped you mature into. Two months ago, you’d have kept her awake and laughing until three AM, trying to make her forget tomorrow you had class and spend more time with you. Now, you knew how important Larissa’s routine was for her and just wanted to be good for her, even if it meant giving up on pitiful attempts at doing her make-up or being teased for looking “so cute” with puppy-eye eyeliner. 

She hummed, moving the notebooks, nail polish and other miscellaneous mess from the bed to the floor.

“If you say so,” she smiled again, still fond, but there was something in her eyes like puzzlement and you had no idea what it meant. “Care to make space?” 

You bit your lip to avoid smiling too much, before putting your hair over one shoulder and laying down so Larissa could make herself comfortable on your chest. It had become a habit ever since your first “girl’s night” when you woke up like this and found you both liked it well enough. 

Of course, you had the suspicion you liked it far more than she did, being so hopelessly attracted to her, but that hardly changed anything. If she didn’t mind waking up nuzzling your neck, with her limbs all over you like an octopus, you wouldn’t be the one to complain. 

“Sweet dreams, Riss,” you whispered, subconsciously turning off the light. 

“Will have,” was all she mumbled, knowing not to wish you any dreams at all, and your heart skipped a beat at that like it always did.

You woke up feeling warm. The pleasant smell of the shared covers blossomed comfort and familiarity in your chest as you inhaled deeply. 

Larissa’s warm soft skin was all around you. Her nose was buried in your neck, her parted lips ghosting over where it met your shoulder and breathing heat softly against it. 

As usual, her limbs encased you in a trap you didn’t mind not escaping from. Her arm was slung over you, hand so close to your face that a turn of your head would have your cheek pressed on her elegant fingers. But one thing was different. 

You didn’t sleep together often. In the trimester you’d been roommates, you had only five slumber parties, and only on the last four of them did you share a bed on purpose. And, as you weren’t one to move a lot while sleeping, the likelihood of you cuddling her was relatively small compared to the other way around. But this time, it appeared your body wanted closer proximity, and your leg had welcomed hers between yours, as your hand rested on the exposed skin of her lower back. Larissa seemed to be blessedly content to continue sleeping, but you couldn’t know if she’d wake up when you tried to disentangle yourself. You partially didn’t want to, but it would be horribly awkward if she came to feeling warm wetness on her knee. 

You were robbed of a choice by her stirring awake with a long, content intake of breath. Panic ran through your veins while her muscles tensed in that particular way while she stretched, leg going stiff and tortuously pressing against you while she hummed in your neck. 

“G’mornin,” she grumbled, laying on her stomach almost completely on top of you. 

“Good morning, person who’s trying to turn me into a pancake,” you joked to diverge her attention. Did she not notice? Was this the universe having mercy on you? 

Her rumbling laugh immediately against your chest hurt as if your lungs were filled with more air than they were capable of managing and you wished you could hug her, press her onto the bed and drown her in kisses. 

“Hardly my fault when you’re more comfortable than the bed.” 

“I sincerely doubt that.” 

She chuckled, “You’ll have to trust my impeccable taste, I guess,” her still hoarse voice felt almost like velvet as she half-whispered, and you could feel the warmth of her breath on your neck, lingering for a second. 

With her there, in that fraction of a moment, still, as if waiting, you wondered if you should do something. Was she expecting you to? You wanted to feel the warm skin underneath her pyjamas, hold her against you with purpose, splay your palm and fist her hair, and bring her up to you. You wanted to press your leg between hers as well, see if she’d have the same reaction, if she’d make a sound- 

With a sharp inhale, Larissa got up on her elbow, looking at the pillow beside your head instead of your face and smiled sheepishly. 

“Unfortunately, some of us chose lycanthrope history over vampiric, so I’ll have to leave my personal mattress and get ready,” she tilted her eyebrow, but still avoided eye contact, and you couldn’t help but frown. 

“Not my fault they like to wake up early, maybe next semester you should consider joining me in night classes,” you winked, deciding to let it go and at least make Larissa laugh a little before leaving. 

“I don’t think I’d be able to concentrate,” she smiled, though, and put some books in her backpack without really looking at them, “But I’ll consider astronomy for the sake of staying in bed longer.” 

You could see her in astronomy class. For all Larissa’s attempts to look practical and cynical, you’ve learned just how much of a dreamer she was, an idealist, she’d fit right in with the precise wonder of it. 

“…with me?” you half-joked, trying your best at an impish, non-expectant, smile. 

“You wish,” was all she said, and disappeared behind her folding screen to change into her uniform. You watched as her pyjamas were draped over the division, the rattling of fabric gentle and allusive, making your mind wander until you almost didn’t notice her saying bye. 

Being her roommate was the best thing to happen to you in Nevermore. It was also the most tortuous experience one could put you through. You were still aching from moments ago, the memory of Larissa’s clothes coming off behind the screen, the pressure of her body on yours. She must have known, it was near impossible she wouldn’t notice your dilated pupils and flushed skin. Maybe that was why she left without even doing her hair. 

Fuck, her hair. She was out there with long waves down, possibly for the first time in her three years at Nevermore. How would it look in the wind? You knew how it looked over her shoulders, whiter than her skin but just as soft. 

Your thigh muscles tightened. You could feel an all too incriminating pulsing between them. She wasn’t here to see… it wouldn’t hurt her. You had done it before with her in your mind, but never after moments like this, they felt so familiar that all you could feel when she left was the heartache of not having her. Today was different. Today she left and you felt the ache of not having her against you, not having trapped her underneath you and sought what you needed. 

Your pathetic moan when you finally slid your fingers into your panties could have made you laugh, however, all you could feel were tears of relief running down your temple. Your fingers were immediately soaked, you couldn’t remember being this slick in a long time and would be impressed if it wasn’t so maddeningly frustrating. 

You pictured her on top of you, her fingers instead of yours massaging your clit and teasing you under her breath. Planting kisses on your shoulders and neck, skirting around your breasts with a sharp smile and making you squirm in anticipation. 

It hadn’t been five minutes and you could already feel your orgasm building. Hell if she’d stayed just a few seconds longer, if she had pressed just a little more, you were certain it would have happened then; with her breath on your neck and her warmth and her smell. You were so close just thinking about it- Larissa… 

“Oh my-” The loud sound of your bedroom door being shut should have been an ice bucket, instead it only triggered desperation. You knew her voice, even in that high pitch you seldom heard. If she ran out or stayed in you had no idea, but you needed to finish. 

The adrenaline of fear only pushing you through more insistently. 

You were panting, whining, arching on your back and squirming as new tears escaped your closed eyelids. It was over, she’d never look at your face again and it made you desperate. 

A sob almost choked you as you finally came with Larissa’s name pleadingly on your lips. Though what really did make you choke was a soft hand on your shaking knee. 

You opened your eyes to see her standing right beside the bed. She had an unreadable expression on her face, but her firm touch was grounding while you came down from your high. She sat close to your waist, moving her hand to rest on your stomach while she examined you with a purposefully controlled demeanour. 

“Larissa…” you whispered, squeezing your legs together as if you could hide what you’d been doing, what she saw you do. 

Her eyes shot up to yours, gleaming but not bright as they normally were. You hovered your hand atop hers, wondering if she’d let you hold it; she reached up and interwove your fingers without a word, bringing them to her lips ad kissing each knuckle. 

You squeezed your legs harder, torn between fear and hope. Why wasn’t she saying anything? 

“Why are you back?” 

That, at least, got a small huff and a smile out of her, “I packed your books instead of mine,” she said with a voice hoarser than when she woke up. “That’s what you get for leaving in a hurry,” her eyes travelled down from yours, taking in your rattled state once more. 

With your hand still in hers, she pressed it on the side of your head and gracefully straddled your stomach. 

What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense. You would have known if… if she-

"You tied your hair,” was all your short-circuiting brain could come up with. 

You got the pleasure of hearing her chuckle with fond amusement in her eyes, which was unfair and ridiculous on many levels considering the warm spot currently pressed against your underbelly. 

“Is this relevant?” 

”It could be-” you gasped as Larissa let out a small whimpering sound, eyes closed while grinding down on your hip bone. 

Your free hand grabbed her thigh in an instant, the uniform’s skirt being a practical clothing item for the first time, and moved your hip to help her along. She let out a strangled noise and you could see her belly coil under her shirt. That was unacceptable; here you were, in thin pyjamas, dishevelled and undone while she got to look like a school prefect. 

You sat up, Larissa settling on your left thigh as you did so, and let go of her hand to grab her collar. 

“Are you sure of what you’re doing?” you looked her seriously in the eyes, hoping you were masking your plea well enough. 

“Does it look like I’m not?” she breathed. 

You had to breathe deeply and close your eyes to avoid her smug smile. You bit your lip to conceal your own tugging at the corners of your mouth, then it occurred to you, there are other ways one can hide. Larissa’s half-choked surprise at your lips and teeth on her neck made not smiling quite difficult. 

While you helped Larissa ride your thigh with a steady hand on her hip, your other hand unbuttoned her shirt. She had a death grip on your right shoulder while her other arm rested around them, trapping you close to her. When you dealt with all the buttons, her unhappy whine from having to let you go made your heart race. Did she have any idea what she was doing to you? 

“Shh, love, you’ll like it better like this,” you whispered, taking off your own top as she held your knees for support. 

You made quick work of her bra, but once it came off you had to take a moment to appreciate how astonishingly beautiful she was. White, creamy skin, so hot it could melt all your thoughts away, beautiful full breasts with the rosiest, most charming nipples you’d ever seen. You wanted to look at her for the rest of your life. 

Fuck, she’s gonna kill me. 

Your hands splayed on her back and shoulder blades as you buried your face in her chest, kissing and sucking a bruise at the base of her sternum. You could feel her goosebumps under your tongue as you kissed your way to her left nipple, warm soft skin smelling of fancy lotion. 

Larissa’s fingers wove into your hair and closed into a fist, locking your right where she wanted you to be. 

The sounds she was making were becoming more and more breathless as her grinding grew erratic against you. She pulled you up into a searing and messy kiss that should have felt horrible but only made you burn with need, and when she gasped, muscles incredibly tight under your palms, you wanted nothing but to swallow every broken little guff of air as your pyjamas got impossibly wetter. 

When her shoulders slumped and her weight fell on you, you could only hug her. 

Pyjamas be damned, you could deal with it later. She breathed slowly and deeply on the crook of your neck as you traced soothingly up and down her back. 

“I know you have class soon but I just want to stay in bed,” her voice had the quality of midnight half-sleepy rants and you hugged her tight. 

“You also have class.” 

She stayed silent for a beat, ”We have thirty minutes til the next one.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “I take longer to look presentable, not everyone is magically perfect-” 

“Not magic,” she interrupted, “…and you pull off the ‘I didn’t even try’ look annoyingly well.” 

”Oh, do I?” she left your shoulder as you laughed lightly. 

She looked exasperated — almost hurt, not looking at your face — and you wanted to change that immediately “If you don’t want to stay, fine-” 

“I was just teasing you,” you hushed to say and tentatively touched her chin, making her face you, “I want nothing more than to stay the entire day in this bed with you. I could spend a week if we lived in a perfect world,” you kissed her chastely, hand cupping her cheek, and as you parted her eyebrow were knit together. 

“So this isn’t just a…” she paused, looking down between you and back up, eyes gleaming with the stubborn determination you loved so much, “This isn’t just a product of decisions took in ‘the heat of the moment’?” 

You gave pause for a second as well. If she was asking, maybe… “Is it to you?” 

“No,” she said emphatically. 

“Then no. I’d like to be your girlfriend if you’d like that. She only nodded and gave you a timid half-smile, you smiled back and laid down, dragging her with you. You could spend some more minutes like this.

I guess this one turned out ok, I'm sorry if it didn't, just very sparse minded lately <3

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[dellalyra]

𝙆𝙖𝙠𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 | 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 | mdni

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ɴᴀʀᴜᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ’ꜱ ᴡᴇᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ.

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

Gods, she looked beautiful. All in white and soft florals - you couldn’t believe it really, little Hinata who would faint every time Naruto so much as looked at her would now standing beside him as his wife. He scrubbed up well, Naruto, you had gone with him and Iruka to get his wedding outfit fitted and insisted he get his hair cut for the day too. You’d never be his mother, just as Iruka would never be his father. But you two had tried, you had been the one to feed the screeching blonde baby his 3am bottles in between ANBU missions and eventually had taught alongside Iruka in the Academy. Seeing him now, with the sweet girl who’d bring you lilacs every day as a gift with a shy nod, having said their vows and exchanged rings, you had never been more thankful for sacrifices made along the way.

You also felt old. Even though you were only 27.

The reception began in earnest, guests greeting the beaming couple and Iruka standing beside Hinata’s father thanking passers by.

Having taught all of the kids in the academy, being close to Naruto and soon becoming Lady Fifth’s right hand woman beside Shizune - these kids felt just like yours. You’d mopped up their blood, dried their tears as anyone would for their kids.

You had spent so much time with them, made them take their medicine, trained with them, studied with them, mediated petty arguments (Ino and Sakura) and mended broken hearts with them. Of course, there was also the other reason.

The 6ft, silver haired reason standing in the corner. Your best friend since childhood, your Shinobi partner, your partner in crime and the love of your life.

Not that the last part came to light until about 3 months ago, when before the final battle arrived you woke up realising you might die tomorrow. He might die tomorrow. Life was too short, you’d lost too many people to forsake this chance - even though his fear of losing people he loved, and your fear of losing your other half was what kept that unspoken gap between you all these years. How you came to get together after almost 25 years of pining was a story for another day, however, because today was Hinata and Naruto’s day.

You could see Sakura, in the distance - she’d intercepted a messenger bird and pulled the scroll from its foot, and you saw her smile. Only one person can make your Sakura smile like that. Sasuke. On his journey of atonement, who knows where - but still thinking of Naruto, and Sakura. His friends. His family.

Sai stood hand in hand with Ino, a genuine smile on his face and love in both their eyes. A blushing, wait, blushing Temari stood beside Shikamaru - when did that happen? You all knew it was coming, but didn’t know it had happened. Tsunade caught your eye and winked, raising a glass of champagne in your direction. Shino and Kiba were monitoring Rock Lee and Gai who were causing mild havoc and Choji was at the Hor D’Ouvres already. TenTen stood near Kurenai and Mirai. So many loved ones, but too many missing. Neji should be here for this. Jiraiya would be so proud.

You watch the Kazekage make conversation with Kakashi who looks absolutely miserable among so many people, and you decide to save him. You grab Sai as you walk towards the Hokage and Gaara of the Desert.

“Lord Kazekage, thank you again so much for attending today. It means very much to Naruto to have you here with him today. Hinata too, although I suppose I can just call them the Uzumaki’s now! I believe you were speaking about a memorial portrait for your office, Lord Kazakage? Sai here is our finest artist, perhaps you could speak on the matter?” You interject, with levels of diplomacy you only gathered watching Tsunade daily.

“Indeed, I’m grateful to be here to witness a dear friend’s happy day. Sai, would you speak with me about…” Gaara speaks, wandering away with Sai beside him. An odd pair, one you knew would be busy making incredibly strange conversation for some time.

You glance at Kakashi, a wry smile on your face.

“Better?” You snicker, taking your place beside him.

“Infinitely. The second Naruto can string a sentence together without saying ‘Believe it!’ I’m giving him the hat. I hate all this talking.” He grumbles.

“Even to me?” You act offended.

He just gives you that adorable eye smile, lips quirking under his mask.

“Never to you.” He says, voice quieter, softer.

“You really do look very handsome today, Lord Sixth.” You smile, fixing the lapels of his jacket. He rolls his eyes.

“Not even half worthy of standing beside you, sweetheart. Y’look beautiful today, everyday but today - that’s something else.” He smirks.

“Oh hush you, you told me how nice I looked for 15 minutes this morning.” You huff.

“I believe I showed you how nice I thought you looked too, 3 times before we left the apartment.” He snickered, knowing the images of your tangled limbs in the bedsheets making you almost late would infiltrate your mind again, causing a flush across your cheeks.

“Kashi, gods, we were already nearly late - we can’t go sneaking off to a broom closet now and that’s how this will go if you keep talking like that.” You glance at the sky, trying to clear your mind.

You both laugh at the scene in front of you as Gai and Rock begin doing various exercises and TenTen just rolls her eyes. Everyone looks so beautiful, so happy. The aura of calm and peace surrounding everyone is a reminder of why you came back from the war with many new scars. It was worth it. Seeing these kids, who really deserved a better world - actually living it was more than any of you dreamed.

“Did you see Shikamaru and Temari hooked up?” You elbow your boyfriend.

“Finally. I thought his lazy ass would never do anything about it.” He snorted.

“Bets on it was all Temari.” You respond and he shakes your hand to seal the deal.

“Sakura got a message from Sasuke too.” He chimes in.

“Sai asked me to help pick a ring for Ino too.” You remember shopping with him, in awe of how much of a romantic this boy turned out to be.

There’s silence for a moment between you both.

“Who do you think will be next?” Kakashi asks you.

“For what?”

“To get married.”

“Temari and Shikamaru probably. Ino will want to plan a wedding properly, and I think we’re still a while off Sakura and Sasuke. Who knows, maybe Gai will find his partner in the grand spirit of youth?” You respond.

He huffs a laugh, but doesn’t reply.

“Why, was that not who you thought?” You question him.

“Nah.” He shrugs.

“Who do you think will get married next then?” You poke his cheek.

“Us.” He looks at you, unfazed.

You blink.

And blink again.

He just stares at you.

“Is that a proposal, Lord Sixth?” You think he’s joking, so you play along.

“I suppose so.” He nods.

Oh my god, he’s being serious.

“Kashi - are you - do you mean that?” You ask, breathless and grasp his hand.

“You used to say you didn’t want a fancy proposal. Just for someone to say they want to marry you. I want to marry you. The rings at home.” His smile is soft, imperceptible to anyone but you.

You turn to face him, smile bright and lash line glistening with tears.

“You busy tomorrow, Hatake?” You ask, a laugh interrupting.

“Shikamaru can take care of business, you got plans?”

“Wanna get married?”

He just smiles, and glances around to make sure nobodies watching before slipping his mask down and pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“It’s a date.” His voice is wavering slightly.

“Let’s keep it quiet. It’s not our day. Hinata and Naruto leave for their honeymoon tonight.” You whisper to him.

“Tomorrow we’ll ask Gai and Kurenai to meet us at the courthouse. It can be just us four. Then I’ll take Mrs. Hatake home.” He nods, and your heart seizes at the sound of you being Mrs. Hatake within 24 hours.

“I love you, ‘Kashi.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He says, pressing a masked kiss to your inner wrist.

“SAKURAAAAA-CHAN! LOOK AT KAKASHI-SENSEI AND Y/N-SENSEI! THEY ARE SO CUTE!” Ino’s voice echoes.

“Some things never change.” You laugh as Kakashi grimaces.

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[toomanyfandomsimfanvergent]

EDDIE MUNSON X READER

Summary: Gareth's sister is dating his DM. What happens when Eddie is busy with his campaign for two days and Hellfire is tasked with babysitting?

Eddie walks into the cafeteria. He had been absent the last two days. While planning his next campaign he had very clear instruction; do not call.

He had been anxious without sesing Y/N for the last two days. Eddie had said since they were dating the rules didn't apply to her. She, however, said they do.

He didn't see Y/N at the hellfire table. What did she do this time? Eddie also noticed Jason carvsr had something taped to his nose and looked extra pissy.

"Eddie!" Dustin calls as he jumps up from his chair. Eddie approaches the table. Everybody looks nervous.

"Where is Y/N?" He demands. He didn't even want to know the answer. He hoped she wasn't out on an injury. But, he was even more worried that she did something.

Before he got his answer he heard a loud voice, "Prison can only hold cult members for so long," she was back.

He turned around and saw Y/N jumping off of the table she was on and walking over to Hellfire's table.

"What did you do?" Eddie demands with her face in his hands. The cold metal would make her shiver if she wasn't so used to it.

Eddie takes in the oversized Metallica t-shirt she got over spring break when they went to a concert together. She also had black denim jean shorts with black ripped stockings underneath. A black and grey flannel matched her dirty white shoes. She had worn her hair in messy curls. Many rings covered her hands.

Eddie also notices she has a bruise on her cheek, and jawbone. Her guitar pick necklace hangs loosely on her chest. Eddie and Y/N had gotten matching ones over freshman year fall break.

"I may or may not of broken Jason Carvers nose in not one, but two three places," she replies with a smile that would make it hard to believe that she had said that.

Eddie removes his hands and crosses his arms. They both sit down and Eddie looks at the rest of the club. They all look nervous; they all know what's coming.

"I asked a simple favor. Keep Y/N out of trouble for two days, two days," Eddie says. Gareth looks the most afraid. He was her younger brother after all.

"She's the older one," Gareth complains.

"Yeah, eddie what I did was responsible. Any smart twenty year old would have,"

"You got arrested,"

"Fuck," Gareth and Y/N mutter. They were screwed. Gareyh was the one who, before Eddie, had kept Y/N out of trouble. Even though she was older she was the one to get in trouble.

Eddie groans as he dramatically throws his hands in the air, "I am busy for two days and you get arrested; what else is new?" He gives Dustin a glare.

"What did I do?" Dustin exclaims. He was (not) innocent. Not even close

"Y/N was your babysitter.... and I bet you had something to do," Eddie barely finishes the sentence before Y/N speaks up

"He told me someone should punch that asshole,"

"I never said it had to be you,"

"Children please stop fighting," Eddie says. Hellfire felt more like keep Y/N out of fights; or from doing stupid shit someone tells her to. Between her, Dustin, and Gareth, Eddie was going to be gray be twenty five.

"Yes Daddy," Y/N replies with a smile as eddkes pupils become the size of saucers.

"Why did you-," Gareth cuts himself off mid sentence, "Ew! You are disgusting!" He grimaces as Dustin looks nortified along with the rest of the club.

Eddie smiles as Y/N motions for him to follow. The two young lovers sneak out to the van as the rest of Hellfire is left absolutely mortified.

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[empressofmankind]

BEGGARS SHAN'T BE CHOOSERS - Part I

[Crocodile x F!OC]

SFW

(A/N) Better known as the 'Impel Down' fic, I kept mentioning the past two weeks. This is Part One. Of five? Of ten? I've given up. The total draft was > 12k. So, I split it in 3x 4k. And then, I noticed today the 'first part' had grown to >7k. So, I've split it again. I have a clear end in mind, but how long it'll take me to get there...

Originally, this fic was meant to focus around Buggy, but then a 2.53m unit of absolute bullshit got in the way. Shivs and her world class plans, good gods. Post-Alabaste, the mens are stuck in Impel Down. Shivs is dead set on springing the clown from prison. However, she'll first need to figure out where they're keeping him. On account of his devil fruit powers, she suspects level 6. And she has an excellent alibi to demand visitation to level 6. For once, the legal quagmire of technically still being married to Crocodile is going to work for her. Right? RIGHT??

In this first part, we'll join Shivs and Benji (and Mani!) as they get ready to, and make their way for, Impel Down. That's it, that's all that happens, and it took me near 4k. I am so long-winded. It's a terminal condition, I know.

Tag(s): Considering this is the entré, there isn't actually much to tag for? There's fluff and humour. There's a 10-year-old running around saying the absolute funniest shit as things go straight over her head. We got Mani the scaly golden retriever Bananawani along? Oh, and one (1) good marine.

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Beggars Shan't Be Choosers - Part I

“They're stupid clothes,” Benji said, her brow wrinkling with petulant annoyance. She was wearing a crispy white dress shirt, a green-on-ochre striped vest and grey slacks. She'd refused a dress of any sort. Her flame orange hair was neatly brushed and her small face wasn't covered in grease paint for once.

“I think you look handsome,” Shivs said as she pinned her own red hair up with a two-pronged kanzashi fashioned with golden lotuses whose inlaid blue diamonds had not seen the light of day in years.

“I look stupid.”

“Look. I am not comfortable in my clothes either,” Shivs said and indicated the mid-thigh sheath dress of black lace on dark grey broadcloth she wore. She'd decided on sheer stockings to go with it, but no gloves. 

“You look pretty in them.”

Shivs turned back to the mirror to finish pinning her hair and adjusting her bangs to fall neatly from under the strings of her eyepatch. “That is the idea, yes.”

Benji put her hands in her pockets, kicking her foot, making squeaky noises against the deck boards. “What am I supposed to look like? I don't want to be pretty.”

“You are supposed to look like the most capable and well-behaved child to ever grace the Blue.” Shivs pinched her cheek, gilt bangles jangling. “And you do when you don't stand with your hands wearing out your pockets like that.”

Benji took her hands out of her pockets. They idled a moment, undecided, but then she clasped them behind her back. “Your neck looks naked.” 

Shivs laughed at that because the bateau neckline of the dress could certainly use something. “Yours too.”

She plucked one of Buggy's patterned neck scarves from a drawer and tied it around her daughter's neck, tucking the ends into the vest. “There.”

“You should wear a pretty necklace,” Benji said, though her eyes were on the scarf. She seemed to like that, at least.

Shivs didn't have all that many necklaces conventionally considered ‘nice’. Going through the few she had in her thoughts, she picked up her modest jewellery box. Then paused as her gaze lingered on the bottom drawer of her vanity. Maybe she should… She pulled the drawer open and reached among clothes she rarely wore, patting around until she found the old music box.

Its silver had blackened with age and negligence, but even so, its delicate engravings of waves and tall ships were fine. If she polished it now, the oxidation remaining in the fine creases would help pick out its details better than ever before. She didn’t, of course. And she didn’t open the lid either. She couldn’t remember if it was wound up, and didn’t want to hear its melody if it was.

Instead, she held it with both hands and turned its engraved body as if removing a lid from a jar. With a click, the top section came off. Within the tiny compartment revealed lay a small, gold hoop with a bent hinge. She’d long since let the earlobe puncture it used to occupy close. Taking a thin string from her jewellery box, she suspended it from that instead.

“Like so?” Shivs asked, drawing Benji’s attention as she fastened it around her neck.

“Don’t you have anything sparklier, like your hair thing?”

Shivs brushed the kanzashi. Though the era of having such things aplenty was long behind her, she was loath to detract from the last one that remained to her with lesser gems. Besides, he’d notice.

“Sadly, no.”

“Oh?” Benji gave her the thumbs up. “Gold is pretty too, I guess!”

Part of the reason she’d picked it was that it was 24-carat gold. Just like the kanzashi.

“Can I do your makeup?”

“Only if you do not turn me into a clown,” Shivs said as she sat down at her vanity so the girl could reach her face. Benji grinned and set to work.

When Benji declared she was done, Shivs turned to the mirror and had to admit the little girl was now officially better at this than her. She’d gone for a dark burgundy smokey eye with a flawlessly thin line of gold right at the root of her eyelashes and a touch of white on the waterline. It made the hazel of her good eye pop like nobody’s business. She was pretty sure the dark red lipstick was Buggy’s favourite to use himself.

“I like it,” Shivs said and Benji beamed. “Now, I just need shoes.”

“I'll fetch some!” 

Benji was up and running out of the cabin before Shivs could protest. It was only a few minutes before the girl returned, clutching shoes in her arms. And not just any shoes, either. She held up gold-tinted, faux leather gladiator sandals with six-inch stiletto heels that would be a trick and a half to walk on. Where had she even found those?

“These will look awesome with your hair thing and necklace!”

She didn’t disagree as she put them on, but hoped the floors of Impel Down would be neatly packed concrete and nothing else. She hadn’t walked on heels like these in half a decade. Throwing a long bridge coat the rosy beige of dunes about her shoulders, she turned to the floor-length mirror.

Benji looked her up and down with the pinched expression of a critical, pint-sized costume designer grading their latest creation. “You look very pretty.”

Benji wasn’t wrong. She did look nice. Her mood sank, settling like an anchor in the pit of her stomach. She looked like his wife.

“Why is it OK to lie today?”

“It's not a lie.” Shivs shook the morose feeling and picked up her small black bag, its gilded chain rattling as she double checked its content. “More like, hm.”

“Make believe?”

“Yes. Yes, I suppose it is,” Shivs said as she snapped the bag closed and hung it from her shoulder. “It will be easier to convince them to let us visit if we look the way they’d expect.”

“Why would they let us visit uncle Crocodile? Aren’t those visits for, like, if you’re his mom or sister or baby or something?” Benji’s small face was filled with healthy scepticism, hands in her pockets once again. “We should pretend he’s my dad.”

Shivs flinched and struggled to keep her smile from faltering. “Well, only if we have to.”

“They’d have to be pretty bad people to stop a kid from visiting their father.” Benji took her hand. “I hope uncle Crocodile knows where dad is.”

“I am sure he knows.” Shivs gave Benji’s hand a squeeze. She’d no idea how she’d find out where Buggy was if Crocodile didn’t know. She couldn’t exactly demand that information on legal grounds like she had done with him. “Is Mani ready, too?”

“Yes! I scrubbed her squeaky clean and even picked her teeth and scales. She’s eaten and done a big poop.” Shivs tried to let the girl’s bubbly chatter lift her spirits. “I borrowed one of Richie’s sparkly collars and she looks flashy in it!”

“Sparkly? That sounds amazing.”

“It is! She likes sparkly things.”

“Let’s fetch her then and go before we are too late.”

Benji glanced up at her as they left the cabin. “How can we be late for an appointment we didn’t make?”

“We can be late for the only ship going there today.”

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Benji had wanted to stand upon the prow as the government ship approached the Gate of Justice out of Enbies Lobby, because the skipper had said the Tarai current that would see them to Impel Down was chock full of sea kings. Shivs sat on a deck chair with a glass of wine, watching the girl run back and forth with binoculars she’d weedled from a matelot. On account of the seastone laminated hull, she doubted they would see any. However, there was no need to dunk on her chipper mood.

They were not the only visitors, more had trickled aboard to form a modest but motley company on the deck. She’d caught snippets of conversations as they walked by: a mother visiting her son; a brother, his sister. And she had a good guess what some of them were whispering about as they stole glances her way. She’d neglected to list any details regarding who they’d be visiting, but, in hindsight, she supposed the pony-sized bananawani lounging beside her gave it away. 

She’d tied Mani’s rhinestone-infested lilac leash to her chair leg, to discourage the reptile from wandering or - worse - deciding to take a swim. Not that she had any illusion as to its ability to pull the chair straight from under her if it wanted to go. But Mani was a creature of habit and minimal effort. A minor inconvenience such as this would be enough to keep her snoozing on the deck.

“Spotted any big ones?” Shivs said when Benji came towards her for a sip of lychee ramune.

“Not yet.” Benji plopped down beside Mani, putting her skinny arm around her scaly neck as she slurped lemonade. “Did you know bananawani hunt sea kings?”

“Really?” 

Shivs remembered the way the casino halls would darken as they swam by, their shadows passing beyond the glass as they glided towards the feeding platform. The unwitting sea king never stood a chance.

“They are their only known predator and totally hunt them,” Benji babbled happily while enjoying her drink. Mani’s eyes were still closed, but she’d shifted to lean into the little girl’s petting. “Do you think sea king tastes good?”

The water would run red but only for a short while, only until the currents whisked it away. Theoretically, the creature could make it out for the Rainbase oasis connected to the Sandora river.

“I bet Mani would prefer sea king chow,” Shivs said.

“I don't think they sell that at the pet stores.” Benji pouted as she hugged Mani. “She won’t be able to have a sea king snack until she’s big enough to hunt them herself.”

Hopefully, that would take a while yet. Bananawani could grow to colossal sizes, dwarfing mid-class tall ships. Shivs had no idea what they were supposed to do with a fully grown one. Or how to afford feeding the beast if there was no prey for her to hunt on her own. Rain Dinners’ bananawani never hunted alone.

Benji emptied her bottle with a big, noisy slurp, waking Mani. “Maybe we should have brought something?”

“A deck would have been nice,” Shivs said as she watched them. “We could have played slapjack.”

“No, I mean, for uncle Crocodile?” 

Shivs flinched.

“You always say that it is nice to bring something when you visit someone. Especially if you want something from them in turn?” Benji scrunched up her face, rubbing Mani’s thick scaly neck. “I have, like, half a bag of marshmallows, but I didn’t think to bring them.”

“I have something for him, don’t worry about it.”

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Impel Down was a fortress as ugly as it was unimaginative. It spilled onto the rapidly approaching horizon as a grey stain overtaking the limitless freedom of the open sea. And as they drew near on the Tarai current, its squat towers and crenellated battlements came into ever sharper focus until they dominated their entire surroundings. Curiously, there were no cannon embrasures, machicolations or any such defences one might expect from a proper bastion. 

A fleet of warships rested at anchor along the approach to the underwater prison. The modest passenger ship they were on was dwarfed by the marine dreadnoughts they passed as the current pulled them inexorably towards the prison’s colossal gatehouse.

Benji had returned to the prow for the approach, and Shivs joined her there.

“It’s so huge!” Benji stared wide-eyed at the thick walls as they sailed under the barbican and into the secured harbour proper beyond. Mani sat beside her, holding her own leash.

“The vast majority of the complex is actually underwater.” Shivs counted the cannons peeking down at them through the embrasures, out of habit more than anything. She wondered if they had a standing firing crew to man them.

“Are we going underwater?” Benji hopped from one leg unto the other. “The Calm Belts are supposed to be full of Sea Kings! Maybe there will be a window, and I can see one? Maybe there will be wild Bananawani too!”

“It is a prison, so I don’t think there will be windows,” Shivs said in an attempt to calm the girl’s excitement and avoid utter disappointment if that turned out to be true. “It does reach quite a ways below the water surface. A few kilometres, perhaps? Yes, I think so.”

“Wow.” Turning to Mani, Benji added: “Let's find a window, I bet there will be wild Bananawani! You can say ‘hi’!”

Shivs took her by the shoulder when she saw the other visitors disembark. “Come, let’s not be late.”

Benji glanced up at her as they walked to the gangplank. “For the visit we didn-?”

“Don’t say that,” Shivs interrupted her with a quelling look.

“Right.” Benji smiled again and took Mani’s leash. “Come on Mani. Can’t be late!”

They were funnelled through the gatehouse and into a courtyard patrolled by marine sentries. Here, too, cannons peered through embrasures on all sides. Evidently, the prison was more concerned about threats to its security rising from within than without.

“Visitors for level 1 and 2 inmates, that way,” a young marine officer said as he gestured to a colleague. “Level 3 and up, with me.” The few people that joined them as they went to the marine officer gave the juvenile Bananawani plodding beside them a wide breadth. 

The officer led them up steps and into an wholly uninviting lobby. With its worn plaster walls and dirty grey linoleum floor it did its very best to make you want to leave as soon as possible. No seats, no plants, no windows, no nothing. 

“Registration check.” The marine officer motioned them towards the looming concrete counter on the other side of the unpleasant space. “In an orderly manner, gentlefolk.”

Benji put her arm around Mani, leaning into the large reptile and putting her nose against its scales as she eyed their casually hostile surroundings.

“What’s his name?” The marine officer’s tone was amiable, conversational.

“Hers!” Benji said, holding on tighter to the Bananawani.

He tried to catch her gaze with a smile. “Big girls, both of you.”

“Her name is Mani.”

“Ah, ‘she who averts harm’,” he said, and Shivs appreciated his attempts to make Benji feel comfortable. “A wise choice for such a hardy animal.”

“She’s very sweet and tough,” Benji agreed as she snuggled Mani. “I love her.”

“I am sure she loves you very much too.”

“What is your name?” Benji asked. “Mine is Benji!”

“Nice to meet you, Benji,” the young marine said. “Mine is Toby.”

By then it was their turn, and Shivs approached the desk. It was higher than such things normally were, for she was not a particularly short woman and yet she need not bend down to meet the registrar’s gaze.

“State your name and purpose?” the woman said, hands poised to take down the information.

“Figarland Seonaid. Conjugal visit,” Then added when she saw her transcribe it as ‘Sheona’: “That is without the H, and spelled with N-A-I-D.”

The registrar gave a sign of neither interest nor recognition. “Visiting?”

“Crocodile Niall.”

The woman paused when she heard that name. And Shivs ignored the whispers she could not quite catch from those behind her in line.

“Niall. N-I-A-L-L. Not ‘Nile’.”

The registrar flipped through a thick binder, finger running down a table packed with dense handwriting. “No visitation registered.”

“Preposterous,” Shivs said, overacting an affronted tone. “A signed request for visitation has been approved weeks ago.” 

“There is no record of it, ma'am.”

Benji let go of Mani to fling her arms around Shivs’ waist instead, and gave the registrar and marine officer her most watery of wobbly baby looks. “Mommy, I want to see daddy!”

Shivs rubbed her shoulder, giving the registrar the pleading look of parents the world across trying to desperately manage a child on the brink of wailing. Benji's little sob into the fabric of her dress was very convincing. Mani paced around them, uncertain but riled by the sudden change of mood.

“Can't you put in an expedited request?” Shivs suggested, trying her damndest to sound sincere. “She'd been looking forward to it, and we get so few chances.”

“No registration, no visitation,” the woman said as Benji took in a breath to start a wail.

Toby shook his head. “Let me see what I can do,” he said as he produced a small, earpiece Den Den Mushi and put the sea snail against his ear. A few transmissions later, he turned to the registrar and held up his hand. “Two visitor badges, please.”

With due reluctance the registrar handed them over to him and he turned to Benji. “There you go, kiddo,” he said as he gave her one, and then Shivs as well. “Courtesy of the vice-admiral making the curator see reason.”

“You're the best!” Benji beamed. “Look, mom, I am number 17! What is yours?”

Shivs looked at the scuffed 13 on the badge. It reminded her of a poker table she used to deal at, and the memory settled in the pit of her stomach like a fetch of cannon balls. “Not as high as yours, sweetie.”

“Come, I will see you two down to the right level,” Toby said, and led them to the elevator room beyond the lobby. There were four, two on the left and two on the right. He took them to the far right one, the doors opening as they approached.

“Awesome!” Benji said as she rushed inside, Mani hot on her heels. For the elevator was made entirely of armoured glass and provided a grand view of the ocean sprawling all the way across the horizon. The afternoon sun kissed the waves, setting sparkles to the white-capped water. And Shivs felt it beckon in her bones. 

Benji gave him a hopeful look. “Are we going underwater?”

“We are,” Toby said as he put a key in the control panel and turned it.

When the doors slid closed, Shivs suppressed the sudden and overwhelming urge to get out, to leave and never look back. To stay at the surface, where they belonged. I have to, she told herself as she clenched her hands into fists around the chain of her handbag. Bugs is down there, and he hates the dark beneath the waves.

The elevator jolted to life and Shivs closed her eyes, ignoring the sound of the lapping waves against the glass as they submerged, focussing on Benji’s excited noises instead. When she opened them again, they were enveloped in blue. Sunlight still penetrated, sending curtains of light through the water. Less so with every foot they descended, as the blue grew deeper, darker.

“A Sea King!” Benji screamed, spooking Mani as she glued herself against the glass. In the far distance, blurred in the shifting hues of the blue, swam a long, serpentine creature, its body undulating as it made its way from somewhere to elsewhere. 

“It could be the Prince of the Deep,” Toby said as he came to stand beside her. “It has about the right shape. Colour too, perhaps.”

Benji glanced at him, her eyes large and eager. “Prince?”

“Yes, because he is a prince among his kind. The largest Sea King in this part of the Calm Belt,” Toby said. “Ten times larger than Coral Grove, our largest dreadnought.”

“Wow.” Benji pressed her face against the glass. “Mani could snack on that for years.”

“Wouldn’t it be tough for her to hunt such a large creature?” Toby said, not without humour.

Benji rolled her eyes. “Not right now, she’s a baby. But she’ll be big and strong one day! Bananawani hunt Sea Kings, did you know?” she said and babbled the poor marine’s ears off about the large reptiles for some minutes.

As the armoured glass elevator descended to deeper water, their surroundings became steadily darker. Shivs put her gaze on the glass floor and the pitch black abyss below. It was easier to face the darkness approaching than the light receding, the sparkle of the sun on the water surface dwindling as you sank. The sea has never been friendly to man.

Beside her, Benji had put her arm around Mani as she looked up. No more sea kings down here.

“The 6th level is also called ‘The Basement’,” Toby said, making the girl glance away from the ever more distant sunlight. “Do you know why?”

Ghosts in the attic and monsters in the basement, Shivs thought as she recalled the sailors’ idiom about grief with its haunting memories and stowed feelings.

Benji eyed him, holding on to Mani still. “Because it's dark and far down?”

Because nobody goes there if they can help it. Shivs stared at the watery dark beneath their feet. The sea floor might never come and she'd not be surprised.

“Nope!” Toby said, his smile bright in the dimming light. “Because it is where all the cool people stay.”

Benji’s mood lit up. “My unc- Dad, is super cool! He's actually made out of sand, like, for real.”

“Are you made out of sand?”

Shivs gaze snapped onto him like a hawk. He was looking at Benji, fondness soft on his youthful face. He couldn't be much older than 20 or 22.

“I don't think so?” Benji let go of Mani to brush at her clothes, then glanced at him. “Do you want to pet her?”

Toby smiled. “Absolutely.”

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Horny hell seat reservations - @tiredemomama @smut-goblin @ruledbyproblematique @momodwriter @littlemountainwolf @fanaticsnail @feral-artistry - except there's no horny. Croc isn't even in it either. I feel like a cheat.

#sir crocodile #one piece crocodile #crocodile x oc #op crocodile #crocodile x reader #crocodile fanfic #one piece fanfic #opla #crocodile one piece #one piece #one piece live action #one piece anime #one piece manga #imperial fiction #buggy thoughts #imperial shenanigans #crocaine #ocs #one piece oc #one piece original character #oc x canon #canon x oc #self insert #oc x crocodile #shichibukai #crocodile #cross guild #one piece fic #one piece fanfiction #impel down

[cielcreations]

SCP-1UN46

So, I decided to make this into an AU. Prepare for Hermit/Empires/Life Series SCP AU File thingies.

Item #: SCP-1UN46

Site: H3RM1T5

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-1UN46 is to be kept in her forest (219.5 meters x 109.7 meters). Absolutely no attempt is to be made to remove her or cases of SCP-1UN46-2. Any personnel who should attempt this are to be immediately terminated. The wall surrounding SCP-1UN46's should be maintained and checked every single day. If there are any cracks, breaks, or any damage to the wall, immediately contact the site director and the Mobile Task Force (MTF).

Site Directors for SCP-1UN46:

1. ██████████

2. ██████

3. ████████

4. █████

Site Directors are to immediately call MTF, if they are not already called, as well as Team ████████.

Every other week, a team of D-Class Personnel will cross the wall and place two weeks worth of food (an assortment of mainly meats, vegetables, fruits, and grains) inside the wall. Once the food is placed, the team is to be extracted. If anyone is attacked, they are to be left. There is no saving them.

Once a month, during the full moon, a team of D-Class Personnel shall be put in the forest. This helps decrease hostility from SCP-1UN46 and SCP-1UN46-2s. SCP-1UN46 always expresses gratitude for the "hunt".

Description: SCP-1UN46 is a twenty six (26) year old Caucasian woman of Australian descent, approximately one point seven (1.7) meters in height. Normally, she has long brown hair, brown eyes, wearing a simple white shirt and black hooded cape, black jeans, and brown combat boots. She appears to have an axe and sword strapped to her belt. She is always surrounded by a pack of SCP-1UN46-2s.

SCP-1UN46-2 is a white wolf with red eyes. However, there are multiple instances of SCP-1UN46-2s. They are a pack with anywhere between four to fifteen (4-15), but an exact number is unknown. While SCP-1UN46-2s all look exactly the same, SCP-1UN46 has names for all of them. Upon the last D-Class Expedition, there was fifteen (15) recorded names.

In the forest, the full moon looks blood red. SCP-1UN46 calls this the "Blood Moon" and turns into what we refer to as SCP-1UN46-1. Once SCP-1UN46 turns into SCP-1UN46-1, there is no hope for anyone who is in her forest. She begins her hunt. Her black hooded cape and eyes turn red. SCP-1UN46-2s also become instances of SCP-1UN46-3s. SCP-1UN46-3s are bipedal wolves that reach approximately two point four (2.4) meters in height with glowing red eyes.

While expeditions have been happened in the past, they are no longer permitted. The last expedition (Expedition SCP-1UN46.6) was very clearly a taunt towards the foundation. SCP-1UN46 seems to find it funny to torture her victims and finds the foundation as a whole funnier.

#pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft #hermitcraft pearl #pearl hermitcraft #scp au #scp foundation #SCP Pearl #Hermit/Empires/Life Series SCP #Hermitcraft SCP AU #Empires SCP AU #Life Series SCP AU #slight violence

[thesamoanqueen]

Blackwater IV

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: A hit of smut... Finally!

A/N: Last chap of the year and we're doing amazing! Well, them. Not me. Sorry...

It was sunny outside. Her head no longer throbbed. She had slept for seven hours straight. The room smelled of pancakes, bacon and coffee. The air was just the right temperature. The carpet was soft under her toes.

It was all embarrassingly perfect. He was perfect. Why was he so perfect? Where was the trick? Well, actually, she already knew what the other side of the coin was, but at that moment, thanks to her omega in full hormonal turmoil, it didn't even seem so bad to her.

Smell good. Home. Safe.

She took a bite of bacon absentmindedly and she continued to look without even being discreet at the portion of the bathroom that she could see from the couch in the bedroom, where Roman was getting ready. He'd been in there for half an hour and because of sleep, Y/N had missed the moment he got out of the shower, but he was still shirtless and the rest, even though he was already wearing his pants, wasn't hard to imagine. For a while he had kept his hair down, grooming the dark beard on which was beginning to make an appearance a few white hairs, and then tied them into a flawless hairstyle.

She honestly wanted to run her fingers through it. His hair. And the beard. He smelled of cocoa butter, coconut oil, clean, and while Y/N had her own ideas, her eyes and nose were still in place and he looked like a two-legged feast. That bothered her, more or less.

Mate. Mate. Mine.

She took another bite. A part of her, which was much noisier than usual that morning, wanted to bite something else and Y/N turned the mouthful between her teeth, following from a distance the movement of the muscles on his arms, the big shoulders rotating imperceptibly, the ink dark and shiny on the skin. He was so inexplicably slow, measured in everything he did, was it really necessary? Frowning, she swallowed the bacon and gripped her knees, pulse quickening and her belly warming as he rubbed his hands apart, the towel dabbing finger after finger.

His hands were so big…

Big. Strong. Good for us. Mate.

Her senses were amplifying faster than they should, she could feel the fabric on his palms, his fingertips and she was mesmerized staring at them, her omega inside her head complaining that she didn't feel them on her. On her… everywhere… the thought was enough to make her throb where it shouldn't. She felt hot and starting to feel her muscles tingling. She wasn't at the point of no return, but her smell had to be varied and that was enough for Roman to freeze from the bathroom. Y/N saw him pointing the sink, nostrils flaring and she stood up, quickly regaining control of her as she made her way to the private bedroom balcony.

It had been a split second, she had hardly noticed, why did he have to be so responsive when everything else was in slow motion?!

The air outside was cooler than inside, even a little wind was blowing, the season was changing and Y/N took the opportunity to catch her breath, drive the thoughts out of her mind and curse the omega that was there in her. "Great. Strong” as if those were any reliable methods of judgment, there were a lot of alphas out there with those characteristics and a handful of peanuts inside their heads. However, complaining wouldn't have helped much, he had smelled her, but she couldn't give in just for seeing him shirtless, all those absolutely unnecessary muscles wouldn't have changed her condition. They weren't going to change the fact that she was stuck in something she didn't choose.

- Get dressed, you come with me today. – she heard him say and turned to look at him again as he settled back on the couch, taking a sip of coffee.

Didn't he come close? Not even a comment? And yet he had smelled her… why hadn't him snapped? And what was this story now?

- I already said that I don't like being dragged around like a trophy – she reminded him, seeing him grin.

- Don't worry, I don't cut ribbons. Im the head of the table. The Tribal Chief. – he clarified and although he said it in an amused tone, Y/N felt something tighten inside her again.

He was so arrogant, self-confident… yet this time it wasn't just her she-wolf who was thrilled. The idea of not having to stay closed inside the borders was a pleasant news and the possibility of going a little further, even if with him, welcome. She needed to move, to keep busy, she wasn't used to that kind of life and maybe, maybe, Roman was realizing it. It was a meeting point, another compromise and so, even though she was still a little sulky and suspicious, she walked away from the balcony to go to the bathroom. Slowly she crossed the room without losing sight of him, while he was eating his breakfast, brown eyes following her, unable to detach themselves from her figure and when she was finally in his place, she closed the door with a small thud, just to remind him that it was a truce.

His low, husky laugh reached her through the door, making her bones vibrate.

***

Thoughtful as ever, the wise man was already listing things for the day as they reached the car waiting in front of the house's main entrance, but Roman was giving him half his attention at the moment, his eyes wandering over the figure of Y/N in front of him.

She hadn't looked too happy about spending the day with him, she certainly wasn't happy with the business she had to attend to, but she liked to go out and until then, to do so, she was even stayed good. Perhaps it was due to Naomi's reproaches or perhaps to that strange exchange they had the previous evening on the terrace, but that morning she seemed less inclined to jump down his throat at the first opportunity and more to keep an eye on him. She was taking measures, on everything and on him and strange as it was, considering that she was an omega and should simply submit, Roman was ready to accept the challenge. His wolf felt the senseless need to prove something to her, to show her that he was the best, to win her over and earn her respect. He wanted her for himself, he wanted her to say yes.

He saw her pull up beside the car, her attention on Heyman scolding the driver for who knows what and ran his eyes over to her once more. Her tied hair that swung down her thin neck and down her back, her neckline just deep enough, the small slit in the chemisier that showed off the only portion of her legs not covered by her boots.

Mine. Take. Mate. Mine. Mine.

Feeling him close, too close, Y/N turned to look at him, motionless and suddenly tense, while Roman ducked a bit, extending his arm. She didn't say anything, she didn't growl, but he still felt her instinctive warning to distance himself and a grin curled his lips as he unlocked the door for her to get into the car. Y/N huffed annoyed, evidently not finding the joke amusing, and for a second Roman saw her stalling, unsure whether or not to get on. When she finally convinced herself, he followed without waiting any longer, closing the door behind him with a smug expression.

She settled on the opposite side of him, her eyes already beyond the darkened window and her teeth racking for a second on the inside of her lower plump lip, the only sign of discomfort at the confined space or at what had happened.

- You smell good… but it was better what I smelled this morning. - he said with brutal honesty, staring straight ahead as he straightened his t and got comfortable on the seat.

He didn't want to start arguing again, this strange stillness between them, however cold, was still a starting point and allowed him some leeway without having to force his hand, but if she wanted to play that game, he would played his cards.

Y/N released the grip on her lip, hands folded in her lap, breath caught in her throat for a moment before regaining control. The expression, tenacious and unchanged.

She didn't get caught off guard that easily, but Roman was learning fast.

- Don't get too excited. You're not the first alpha I've seen, my omega likes big boys.

Annoyance hit him fully at that thought, but he chased it away with a grimace, soon turning it into a cocky smile.

They had spent too much time apart to expect otherwise. Those kinds of things happened when mates were reported at birth, with what went on around, were just tales now, Roman himself had vented his needs with more than one omega and even chose a mate for years. Of course it must have been the same for Y/N… and he didn't like the idea at all, but as much as his wolf growled, he couldn't change anything at that point. What he could do was see things for what they were: her, next to him, as she should have been and the thought was enough to widen his ego and foment the alpha that was in him.

- And none of your big boys was ever enough in the end.

Those puppets out there had had their chance, they had had a taste, but predictably, none had been able to keep his place, none had had everything, none had been on his level. Maybe someone had made an effort, who could tell, but the results had only been failures and for a reason that she knew too: she wasn't made for them. She was his and there wasn't a single alpha out there that could stand up to him.

- But of course you think you can do better after the bad start. - she poked, glancing him up and Roman stared back, as sure as ever.

- I'm already doing better babygirl. Because that's how it should be. - he announced seriously.

Everything in his life seemed to start off wrong, but over the years and experiences, Roman had learned. Perhaps he had fallen into the same mistake with her too, but he was already up and that time, in that circumstance, he would have stayed there. It was in his blood, Y/N was meant for him and there was nothing out there that could take it away from him, nothing and no one. Not even her.

- We are ready my Tribal Chief, can we…? Everything is fine? - The Wise Man broke in, scrutinizing his expression, when he finally reached them in the car.

- Let's move. - he nodded, while Y/N silently turned back to the window, her lip between teeth once more.

***

She didn't want to admit it, but she was fine. And it was weird. She had never spent so much time in one place without planning the next move, the next destination. Everything for most of her life had revolved around the idea of come back home, getting back at least a shred of what they had taken from her as a little girl and everything, or almost everything, had fallen in front of her when she should have done the last step. Her plans for the future hadn't changed, but for the first time ever Y/N was finding herself thinking about something else, what was around her and not how to leave it behind.

The Blackwater Reserve was an open-air memory. Scents, noises, pulsed in her belly, under her muscles and right into her bones, despite the fact that was the first time she was there. It was something surreal that she tried vainly to hate, already knowing he couldn't quite do it. It was tight to her, like an overly present family in which you always know you can find support and the surroundings didn't seem all that different. She had no idea how far they had come that day, she was almost certain they had crossed the border, or maybe one of them, yet everything looked the same. Everything looked familiar.

Curious, she entered what must have been a farm with open doors and walked along the whitish dirt road that ended next to a small group of wooden and sheet buildings. The outline of a muddy lake appeared beyond the fences, there was a cornfield, a shop with gaudy planters and a couple of dirty-bodied vans parked at random.

- Sorry ma'am - a child apologized hurriedly, darting alongside her and three others ran after him, busy doing who knows what.

- Slow down y'all! - bellowed a large boy with familiar features, perhaps someone distantly related to the pack, carrying a handful of fishing rods in his arms.

- It will be ready asap! – he shouted, turning to her and Y/N nodded with a smile, without really knowing what he was talking about.

- Thanks – she greeted, while he disappeared towards the lake.

There was a sense of community everywhere and it truly seemed that nothing could disturb the noisy peace. They all had each other's backs, they all knew each other and Y/N watched once more, remembering the days when she too would go running around, with other kids, making trouble and not thinking, among people who could have tell everything about her. It had lasted not enough and the rest of her life had been a constant shift, among jackals trying to take advantage of her nature and everything else. A twinge gripped her belly, but she shrugged it off, as she had learned all too well to do over the years and without anyone stopping her, she passed the vans and one of the buildings, walking down the lake bank for go and sit at a red table, which someone had set up in the direction of the small jetty. A few old men had taken their seats on it with buckets and faded cloth chairs, there was a couple trying to fit a huge catfish into a cooler, and you could hear the screams of kids somewhere. With the sun warming her, she sat there for a while, taking advantage of that pause to rest her heart, before someone set a plate down on the table next to her.

- Yanika makes the most tasty lime pie I’ve ever had - Roman admitted, sitting down next to her with a deep breath.

His scent still sent a nagging – and pleasurable – shiver through her bones, but she was getting used to having him around her and after spending half the day forcibly beside him, seeing him swoop in behind her had become less traumatic. She was getting used to him… she didn't want to think about it, not right now, she was on break from the world, but something else about him occupied her mind.

- Is everything okay? The meeting? – she asked dazed, seeing him smile, the huge body that seemed to relax in the sun of that day.

- You care about me now? – he asked provocatively and Y/N rolled her eyes, exchanging her slice of pie for his beer without a word.

- Just asking. You were so busy down there... and now you're here.

All morning they had done nothing but sort out and plan matters for the pack. They had gone a long way from the reserve, driving southwest, people following one after the other all the time, all of whom had something to say, to elaborate on, papers to deliver, handshakes to give. Y/N had stood in the distance, watching them one by one, sometimes without even getting out of the car, while Roman moved from one business to another calmly, tireless and detached, supervising everything while Heyman emptied a river of words over them, clauses, agreements and pleasantries. Despite everything, she was impressed by the way he navigated through those matters, accumulating and guaranteeing the best, without having too much trouble forcing his hand when necessary. It didn't change things between them, but Solo was right, he was an alpha worthy of that title and it seemed strange to her that he wasn't yet in that sawmill where they had stopped, but sitting there in the sun.

- We're done for today. The wise man will take care of the paperwork - he announced, hands folded on his lap - it's a boring routine, but some deals pay off well. If you want to browse ask him, you can read everything – he explained with a shrug and Y/N nodded, even though he had already closed his eyes to enjoy the sun.

- No, I'm sure it's a good deal if you approved. It just seemed strange to me that it took so little. – she said, swinging the beer bottle and for a moment there was silence between them, but Roman had reopened his eyes dazed by her answer and Y/N sighed.

She didn't even know why she said it. Well, she knew it, but… it was weird. She wasn't that kind of woman, she was born with the wrong scent and life had presented her with hard truths more times than necessary. She liked being in control, because as long as she was in control, she was safe and even though she'd never had the chance to handle certain business, she believed that maybe, maybe, if she was going to play the mate part, then she sure as hell wouldn't just stood by and watched. She appreciated that Roman had wanted to keep her updated, it was a nice gesture from someone who cared so much about his role and surely was taking a lot of effort from him, but she… she couldn't believe herself… she trusted him. His judgment on those matters at least.

- I have my opinions, about you and in general, but I recognize when someone does a good job and you make sure that everyone has something. Not fairly, of course, and with Paul pushing you up for more, but you do. So I'm sure this deal will also end well for you. – she admitted.

Y/N was aware that she was rigid in her ideas and she was sincerely trying not to spit fire and flames, because of this boycott of her personal freedom and her right to choose, but she was honest. She recognized merits and values when saw them and even if she had never had direct experience, what she had seen Roman do up to that moment was out of the ordinary.

- Us. – she heard him point out after nodding and she turned to look at him.

- You are my mate. - he repeated serious and something for the umpteenth time that day, inside her belly clenched, or maybe it was a little higher than her belly. Too up.

Mate. Home. We. Mate.

The last person with whom she felt part of something bigger was her father. Hadn't ended well and the rest of her life had been a lonely wandering. Pathetic, sad, even for her who had lived through it. She'd never cried over herself, she had something else to do with her time and keep her mind busy, but after all those years… it was all coming back to her. And even if Roman was saying it for other reasons, even if that wasn't really the truth, even if they really weren't a real thing, Y/N found herself thinking that it was nice for once not to be alone.

For a moment she felt like she was stuck with all the rest, there, on that faded red chair, digging for who knows what, in the look that Roman was giving her without doubt or hesitation. She tightened her grip on the bottle and forced herself to keep going, chasing away thoughts with a bitter laugh, she didn't even feel like drinking beer anymore.

- You really like reminding me, don't you? – she joked, rolling her eyes.

- Mark my territory.

- Seriously, you don't even know if it's worth it.

- You left me the pie. Is worth. – she unexpectedly heard him reply and she couldn't hold back the amused sigh that welled up from her chest.

She had spoken seriously, putting him in front of the evidence once more, but she was happy that this time he had answered her with something more than a growl and an alleged right of possession on her.

- Only because wasn't a chocolate one. Or I would have bite your hand to take the plate – she retorted and Roman frowned at her, snatching another smile from her before even answering.

- Someone is too used to being a brat.

- Maybe. But I can. – she blew, an intense sense of warmth building between them without her even noticing it.

She saw a shadow cross his gaze, something Y/N had seen before, in many other alphas and which in all cases didnt bring a cordial chat, but for the first time since they had met, Y/N stayed in her place, waiting for his move.

The alphas, a bit like the omegas, had no half measures. Little was needed for them to snap, a word, a gesture, a smell, they could make them lose their minds and bring out their instinct to dominate. They were unstable, dangerous, on those occasions and Y/N had learned to deal with them despite everything even before understanding what risks she was facing. It had been her instinct, her she-wolf, to warn her and over the years, with experience, she had even taken some small revenge thanks to that side of theirs, but with Roman up to that moment she had used caution. She knew she couldn't hold his own if they were cornered, but they seemed to have established a truce in the last few hours and she was genuinely curious to know how far she could go. She didn't think she would need it in the future, she would soon find a way to leave, but she just wanted to know. She just wanted to test the waters.

And the water remained there, as well as Roman. He didn't move, didn't speak, only a smirk crept onto his lips and Y/N would have been genuinely amazed at that display of self-control, if something hadn't distracted both of them. Something round and filthy that had just rolled in front of her feet.

- Sorry maa…- squeaked the same boy she had met at the entrance, a catcher’s mitt in hand and wide-eyed, one of his boisterous friends behind him with the same expression.

Y/N took a few seconds to figure out why they had those faces and bobbing her head, she set down the still intact beer bottle to pick up the ball that had landed next to her.

Seriously? Did the children know him too? Heyman must have been running election billboards, there was no other explanation for that ridiculous popularity.

- Don't worry, the big bad wolf won't eat you. - she reassured him, while he took the ball back with a trembling hand, his eyes fixed on Roman who was just watching.

- I don't know, I haven't decided. - she heard him joking with brutal seriousness and the little one next to her stiffened, as if he was terrified of being really eaten.

- Ignore him. Go, but don't run. - she insisted and he nodded, his eyes still wide.

- Yes ma'am, thanks ma'am.

For a couple of yards he backed like a shrimp, slow and composed, but as soon as the distance was enough, Y/N saw him dart between the fences, vanishing with his friend, towards the trees beside the shop. She shook her head with heavy breathing and took back the bottle of beer, swallowing a sip with a grimace at the lack of obedience and veiled offense.

- Ma'am? I'm not that old, you older. Are you really laughing? - she complained as Roman jerked slowly in his chair, his eyes closed again in the sun.

***

Everything around her seemed to pulse, it was imperceptible, a flicker that disappeared with her every movement, but his wolf could see it. She was relaxed, she didn't look back, she even spoke and smiled. She had lowered her defenses, ignoring everything, to just be herself and Roman felt the irrepressible urge to follow her like he never had with anyone else. He had had other omegas, some even in their most delicate moment, some had awakened his impulses, satisfied his needs, but no one had ever attracted his attention like her. He was used to being in control, maintaining control and he was letting her do it without a complaint, for the pure sake of seeing her wander around and not raise that wall behind which she always seemed about to barricade herself. And he didn't mind.

Leaning against the garden porch, he watched her chatting with Naomi, a large bowl of fruits in her arms and a smile on her lips. She was at ease, she was joking and Roman took a sip from his glass, while she arranged without even thinking about the dishes of both of them, nibbling together with Naomi, Jimmy who had taken a seat at the grill wearing an apron. They looked like something out of a magazine, maybe not one that circulated in the local church, but that was a fault of the twins and the spankings they hadn't heard as kids.

- My Tribal Chief… I hate to interrupt…- the wise man muttered, emerging from behind him.

- Then don't. - Roman silenced him, his eyes glued to Y/N.

Heyman opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, struggling to be truly silent, his wineglass shaking in his pudgy hands. For a long moment he succeeded, but then he mustered the courage or maybe he just wasn't able to hold back and Roman felt him push himself beside him, his head dangerously close to his ear.

- I really don't want to, but since the situation now seems more propitious, I think its appropriate to talk about the Elders and-

- I will speak to the Elders when the time comes.

The Elders… he had nothing against them. They were the keepers of their memory, great men who deserved nothing but respect for having protected and made his family great, there were his uncles among those men, his father. But they were the past. He was the present, the future, and that particular account he just didn't feel like doing it. Less than all those made over the years.

- My Tribal Chief it's already been several days, if we keep postponing they might take it wrong. People talk, they might find out from others, that would be disrespectful and-

What?!

- Disrespectful? Take it wrong? Im in charge. Me. - he snapped suddenly, finally turning to look at him and Heyman lowered his head, the tension palpable.

- Of course my Tribal Chief.

This matter shouldn't even concern them, but he understood their reasons. What he didn't accept was being rushed or told how to act. He was the alpha, only him, they had to support and advise him when asked, but it seemed that the reality continued to elude them even after everything he had done, after everything he had guaranteed their family. And what should he worry about then? To offend them?

- Dinner's almost ready…- he heard Y/N say and shifted his attention to her, closing his eyes to calm himself as he realized that everyone was on high alert.

- I'll go check then. - the wise man slipped away quickly, while she nodded with a knowing look at him, her arms folded across her chest.

He didn't want to ruin the day with a scene, especially for something like this. He wanted a break, he deserved a break, the rest could still wait. When he finally regained control, Y/N was watching him, waiting and with a strange expression on her face.

Roman didn't know if she'd heard or not, didn't know how much that part of her was capable of —maybe they could have run together tonight — but she had stopped him as soon as his mood was about to fall and as much as Roman appreciated that gesture, he didn't wanted it to repeat itself. His mother had taught him to keep problems outside the walls of their house and so it should be.

- Everything is fine. - he assured, extending his hand without thinking about it.

As his fingers dug into her soft hair, a jolt shot through his arm until it hit him in the belly and he instinctively tightened his grip, suddenly aware that he had managed to touch her. He studied her in silence, while she stood looking at him from the bottom of those few inches that separated them and slowly Roman pulled her against him, forcing her to rest her forehead on his large chest.

Mate. Mine. Mine. Mate.

Y/N didn't say anything even at that moment, but Roman felt her fingers uncertainly brush the edge of the sweatshirt, his mind suddenly clouded by her scent, so close, so good. A rush of possession and heat shot up inside him, the violent urge to tighten his grip again, hold her against him and drop the glass that was occupying his other hand, to touch more of her. But he just lowered his head, rubbing his nose against her temple, inhaling her scent deeply, before running his thumb over her cheek and letting her go.

One compromise at a time. The rest had to wait.

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Cherry Baby

Sub!Kazuha x SoftDom!GN!Reader

➢ 18+ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

➢𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: Kazuha would do anything to please you, even if it means cross dressing in the streets of Inazuma.

➢𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: nsfw, fluff, established relationship,

➢𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cross-dressing, feminization of Kazuha’s body, public touching, fingering, oral (reader giving), lots of kisses, heavy praise-kink, cum eating, soft!servicedom!reader, exhibitionism.

Words: 2.5k

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➢𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

When you invited Kazuha for an evening stroll through Inazuma’s city streets, he happily agreed to it not expecting much.

What he didn’t expect however was to see you hold up a bag of clothes with that sweet smile of him asking if he’d wear this because it’s a reward for being such a good boy.

He could almost scoff at that last part. How was cross-dressing in skimpy little number a reward for him?

Kazuha grumbled as he tried to adjust the ridiculously short pink pleaded skirt that would expose his panty-clad ass if he so much as moved half a millimeter.

You’d gifted him a matching baby pink spaghetti strap cami top and softly curled his pale blonde hair, using a big white bow to push his bangs back in a half-up-do to conceal his streak of red.

Not that it did much to really hide his identity, I mean everyone knew which little samurai you spoiled endlessly.

“Don’t pout like that my love, you’ll ruin your makeup.” You tutted him softly, a hand resting gently but possessively on his lower back as you walked past shops and stalls.

“B-But everyone is looking at me…” he whispered back, vermillion eyes flicking here and there not liking how many passing men and women would stare at his soft milk thighs.

“They’re looking at you because you’re the most gorgeous little girl they’ve ever seen. They’re probably jealous that I’m the only one that see what’s under this tiny skirt.” Your hand drifted the hem just below his ass, teasingly playing with the material.

The boy’s cheeks burned at your words and he tried to discreetly press his thighs together to relief some of the growing tension, something that you obviously noticed.

He should have known that you had something else up your sleeve when you presented him with the date idea. You were never one to just stop at one thing, no never.

Before taking him out you made sure to thoroughly pound your precious baby into the mattress until he was dragging his nails down your back, begging and crying for a break. You nestled a pretty black butt plug into his sore little hole, telling him that if he kept in until you pulled it out, that he would get a reward.

Kazuha was the very definition of a people pleaser, always going out of his way to help others and make them happy so of course he could do it!!

It was harder than he thought. Especially when your warm hand lingered on his thighs or rested on his lower back.

“Hello!” A middle-aged woman chirped as you both strolled by. She was holding a basket of wild flowers she was hoping to sell, plucking on out and holding it in front to show you.

“Would you like to buy a flower for your pretty girlfriend?” Kazuha felt more shame send delicious shivers down his body at the innocent woman’s words.

“Hm, you have a good eye ma’am.” You chuckled elegantly, wrapping an arm around the boy and pulling him flush against your side. “My little dove is absolutely stunning isn’t she?”

You pressed a loving kiss to his temple before pulling away and taking your wallet out. “I’ll take a dozen Cecilias.”

The women smiled warmly and nodded along, also falling for your refined charm.

Kazuha took the beautiful bouquet in his slim hands, eyes sparkling at the pretty petals. He held them up to his nose, inhaling the sweet scent.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” Kazuha mumbled shyly behind the flowers, a little smile on his lips as he followed you down the street.

“Can I get a proper thank you?” You teased, pulling him closer to a small side street by a few food stalls.

The blonde huffed in embarrassment as he looked around, trying to avoid your lustful gaze on his blushing face.

“Okay but, j-just one.” He screwed his eyes shut and pushed himself up on his tip toes to place a quick kiss on your cheek.

“That’s it?” You feigned dissatisfaction, placing your hands on his waist. “Can’t I have just a little taste?”

You moved your lips down to his neck, playfully nipping on his fading bruises from earlier. He wanted to pull away but the way your hands smoothed down his back, grabbing a handful of his ass had him moaning and pushing back into your hold, forgetting where both stood in clear sight of anyone walking by.

You were just too good with your lips. Your kisses alone could have his mind a jumbled mess and knees feeling like jelly.

“Not yet baby, soon I promise.” You chuckled hotly against his ear, gently pushing his hips back as he was unconsciously grinding his hardening cock against your tummy.

Kazuha gave a soft whine which you hushed with a quick peck to his pouting lips.

“Why don’t we get some drink before we head home?” You pulled a dizzy Kazuha further down the street to Tomoki’s dango stand.

“Hello (Y/n) and…” Tomoki tilted his head as he looked at Kazuha curiously. “I’m sorry I don’t think we’ve met.”

Kazuha almost snorted at the vendors words. Surely he wasn’t that unrecognizable?

You gave a smug grin, gently pushing Kazuha closer to the man. “This pretty little princess is my girlfriend Kazumi.” Okay now if Tomoki believed you then he truly was an idiot.

“It’s a please Miss Kazumi!” Tomoki bowed, a soft blush covering his cheeks as he tried his best not to let his eyes roam the expanse of the boys soft body.

Oh Archons.

“Hel- Hng!” Kazuha slapped a hand over his mouth, cheeks burned bright as he looked back at you in horror.

You took advantage of the boy being distracted and stood behind him, letting your hand slip under the skirt and poke playfully at the plug, the tip moving dangerously close to his sweet spot.

Tomoki’s brows furrowed in concern at Kazuha’s flushed complexion. He pulled up a seat and mentioned for the blonde to sit in it.

“Are you okay? Do you need water?”

Kazuha quickly shook his head, helpless as you sat on the offered bench and plopped your lover onto your lap, the plug pushing in deeper.

“She’s okay; aren’t you princess?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, your thumbs swiping lovingly against his hairless thighs.

Kazuha whimpered quietly and nodded, pushing the flowers down to cover his hard little prick.

“Hey Tomoki, what’s the new drink you’re selling? I heard all about it, I’m curious to try.” You grinned at the man, breaking him out of his slight daze seeing Kazuha perched so nicely on your lap.

The boy’s thighs trembled slightly and his glossy cherry lips were parted to let out shaky breathes and whimpers as you held his hips to grind down against you discretely.

“Y-Yes right away!” Tomoki ripped his eyes away and worked quick to make the dango milk.

“Did you get excited having Tomoki see you being so irresistible baby?” You began to place soft kisses to his nape while one hand went to hold the tip of the plug, slowly pulling on it till the thickest part resisted.

Kazuha’s legs kicked out at the sudden push of pleasure, his poor little cock beginning to hurt with the lack of contact.

“You’re so so good for me. How did I get so lucky to have such a perfect little angel.” You began to suck a fresh bruise on the back of the boys neck, groaning softly as his naturally sweet scent filled your senses.

“(Y/n)– people are around–“

“But look at how excited you are my dove. Feel how your little pussy sucks in your toy?” You whispered filth into the poor boys ear, setting a slow and torturous pace.

“Here’s your drink, a sweet dango milk!”

Even though the vendor was right in front of you both, your pace didn’t stop. In fact it increased.

“Come now little one, take the drink from the nice man.” You cooed, knowing full well if he lifted his arms the flowers would fall and expose his cute little bulge.

With shaky hands, Kazuha tried to to adjust the flowers on his lap. “Th-ah- Thank you Sir.”

Tomoki’s pupils seemed to be blown wide as he watched the beautiful blonde grip the bottle in his small hands, the left strap of his cami slipping down his shoulder so teasingly.

“Well?” You hummed, “aren’t you going to taste it?” You paused thrusting the toy through his panties for a moment to allow Kazuha to bring the bottle to his plush lips.

As soon as the sweetness coated his tongue, you pressed the plug even harder into him abusing his already sensitive prostate.

Kazuha couldn’t hold back the loud cry that ripped from his mouth, the grip on the bottle loosened and the milk spilled down his thin cami, the wet material allowing his pebbled nipples to peek out from beneath.

If Tomoki wasn’t sure what was happening before, he really did now. The blonde’s eyes filled with tears, the deep shame and embarrassment burned deep in his core almost tipping him over the edge of a mind blowing orgasm.

You quick stood, scooping your boyfriend in your arms and tossing a small bag of mora on the stall counter.

Without another word you half ran to an empty alleyway away from all curious eyes and a very flustered Tomoki who needed to adjust his pants a bit.

“(Y/n)– (Y/n) please–“ Kazuha whined as you pushed him up against the side of a building, hands pushing up the tiny skirt to show his leaking cock pressing painfully against the thin panties.

“Shush my dove I know, you did so so good. Always such a good little girl for me, I’m so proud of you.” You slipped the panties down till they hung uselessly around one of his ankles.

“Look at your little clit, it’s so wet and pretty.” You cooed, getting down on your knees and rubbing your finger against red top collecting some pre-cum.

“You spilled milk all the way down here as well. I can’t let you walk home like this.” You pondered out loud, tongue gently licking his quivering thighs.

Kazuha bit his lip, his crimson eyes wide and teary as he watched your beautiful figure kneel before him and lick him so lovingly.

“It’s so sweet baby, but not as sweet as here right?” You kissed the tip of his cock, the blonde’s hips bucking up as he finally got you where he needed you.

“Oh please– I can’t wait anymore I’ll do anything!” He desperately sobbed, the ache in his tummy becoming too much.

Deciding not to torture the poor boy any long you ducked your head down, taking his little cock into your mouth in one fell swoop, the tip just barley hitting the back of your throat.

Everything about your baby was so cute and small, the need to hold and protect him always awakened something feral in you.

Kazuha brought a hand up to his mouth to hold back his cries as he bucked his hips into your hot wet cavern. Your cheeks hollowed around him and your hands moved back up his thighs.

One gently played with his little balls and the other gripped the top of the plug again, starting to pull pull pull, until a wet lewd pop was heard.

You popped off the blonde’s cock as soon as you felt the tiny thing became to twitch, and his thrusts grew more frantic and sloppy signaling he was close.

A loud whine echoed in the empty alleyway at the pause but Kazuha didn’t care if someone saw or heard you two anymore. All he could thing about having your skillful lips back on him taking him to the stars.

You stood up, tilting the boy’s chin up so you could distract him with a few sweet and slow kisses. Your hand shoved the plug into your back pocket for safekeeping before you went back to work, plunging two fingers into Kazuha’s clenching hole.

Your boyfriend flinched and hissed against your lips, tears beginning to fall down his red cheeks leaving a trail of light mascara and smudged lip gloss.

“Shh, I know baby. I know it hurts but you can handle it right? Be my good little girl and let me get one more out of this dripping pussy?” Kazuha felt his eyes roll into the back of his head at your words and fingers scissoring him open, bending and searching for–

“AHN!”

There it is.

Your fingers drilled hard thrusts against his already sensitive prostate, slipping in another and another until he was filled up to the brim with four magical fingers.

“Fuck princess, you really love having your little cunt stretched and pounded don’t you? Wanna squirt all over your pretty skirt and panties? Walk home without them and let everyone see your pretty thighs?”

Kazuha couldn’t handle all the stimulation at once he needed to finish with you. He rushed down to grab the hem of your pants and try to slip a hand in before you swatted him away.

“No not today baby, this is about you.” You brought his lips to yours again, swallowing any protests and moans.

You pressed Kazuha up against the wall a little tighter, one hand hiking a thick thigh around your hip letting the boy grind his leaking cock against your tummy leaving a mess of precum against your dark shirt.

“Look at how gorgeous you look angel.” You said with eyes filled with so much love and softness that directly rivaled the filthy actions of your skilled hands.

Kazuha was already shy at your endless compliments and praise that filled his heart full and made him look away but combine that with the way the soft material of your shirt was rubbing against his leaking tip and your fingers now focused purely on his bundle of nerves set his whole being on fire, his climax quickly approaching as his hands gripped your arms in warning.

You grinned against his lips before dropping to your knees and swallowing the dripping cock all the way down and sucking.

The boys vision turned white and shocks rocked his whole body as he shot a thick hot load down your throat which you happily drank right up, addicted to the sweet taste.

Kazuha hiccuped as he weakly tried to pull away from the overstimulation but you were intent on making his knees jelly.

You finally pulled away after suckling gently on his softening tip, silently standing and slotting your lips on his once more, a weak moan left his sore throat when you pushed some of his own cum into his mouth, the mixed taste of the dango milk and his own release being the final straw and his legs gave out under him.

You laughed and caught him just in time, caressing the boys wet cheek against your warm palm.

If he was beautiful before, he was absolutely breathtaking now.

His long lashes were clumped with tears and ruined makeup that slide now his red tear-stain cheeks, and his kiss-swollen lips were a mess of smudge lip gloss, spit, and cum.

But most beautiful of all was his big doll eyes that looked so far away, lost in his still tortuous pleasure.

“I love you so much my perfect little princess.”

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