#And the rest acted like members of a harem

[apomaro-mellow]

Runaway Royalty 3

Part 2

At the proposition, Steve and Robin shared a look during which an entire conversation was had.

It’s not a part of our plan. They’ve got numbers on us. They don’t seem like they’d leave us for dead. Especially if we joined. They’re the biggest threat on this trail. We can use them to get where we’re going.

“My sister and I are headed south”, Steve said. “Is your pack going that way?”

“We’re actually headed west”, a young man with curly hair said.

Steve and Robin shared a look again and the rogues around them were just as dumbfounded as the first time.

“Do you think this is normal for them?”, someone whispered.

“I know it’s not normal for me”, someone else muttered.

“We’ll go with you”, Robin answered, arms crossed. “But don’t expect us to be all cutthroat and deceptive and stuff.”

“Oh of course, not without introductions. Bandit Prince Eddie, at your service”, the alpha bowed. “My fellow rogues, Gareth, Jeffrey, Harold, I would trust them with my life.”

The three nodded their heads as their names were said. But they weren’t the only ones in the camp. Robin gestured to the rest milling about, going on as if there weren’t two newcomers to their den.

“And those guys?” They looked older. And significantly more rough than Eddie and his peers.

Eddie grinned. “Folks from my father’s old pack.”

“What happened to the Bandit King?”, Steve asked.

The man had been a scourge for decades both in the kingdom of Loch Nora and the kingdom of Forest Hills. His activity had calmed down somewhat in the past few years, but the legend was enough to keep travelers alert on the main roads, usually.

“My old man fell in love. And renounced his wicked ways.” Eddie gave Steve a meaningful look and for just a second, things seemed to stand still.

“We’re nearly ready to go”, one of the other members of the pack announced.

That was when the royal twins realized the activity going around the camp wasn’t just the pack moving about, they were packing up, getting ready to move. It made sense. One couldn’t be a roving band if they didn’t actually rove.

“Perfect”, Eddie said. “I want us in caravan formation.”

“You guys have formations?”, Robin questioned.

“Leading a pack takes strategy, whether you’re a leader of a household or of criminals.”

Steve and Robin rested on a large log for a few minutes while the last bits of camp were put away and then the whole group was off. Eddie walked towards the front of the pack. Robin and Steve walked alongside a horse-driven cart. Eddie talked with one of his friends, Jeff, but they couldn’t hear from where they were.

“Is this really a good idea?”, Robin asked.

“It is an idea”, Steve simply replied.

“Hey what was that back there?”, she suddenly changed the subject.

“Hm?”

“Don’t act coy, it looks stupid on you. You know what I mean. There was a moment where you and that Eddie guy-it was gross.”

“Oh grow up”, Steve rolled his eyes. “What’s wrong with a little romance? Aren’t we on an adventure?”

“Romance? With the prince of thieves? I should have never read those swashbuckling tales to you.”

“But you did”, Steve reminded her. “And now I can choose. So why not Eddie?”

Robin’s nose scrunched. “No accounting for taste, I suppose.”

“Please, you don’t know what it’s like. You basically had your choice of partners.” Everyone wanted the hand of the dashing alpha who would run day rule an entire kingdom. Compared to him, Robin left behind a veritable harem. Her betrothed hadn’t been chosen yet. Steve was the one who had been trapped.

They continued to walk until dusk, when they set up a temporary camp. The pack sat around the fire, winding down from a day’s travels, people forming their own little groups within it all. 

“Tomorrow some of us will head to town to get a few more supplies. After that, we’ll begin our journey in earnest. It’s time for the Corroded Coffin to find a new home!”

There were cheers and raised cups to that and even the prince and princess felt a little mirthful. They slept on bedrolls next to each other, it felt the beginning of a grand adventure indeed.

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Eddie held the feed bucket up to the horse when Jeff came up to him. He knew the most pragmatic of their group approaching him could only mean a lecture, so he hoped to butter him up a bit.

“Jeffrey! The morning sun makes you glow like an angel from above~”

Jeff crossed his arms. “Why are you letting those two tag along? They were just supposed to be marks.”

Eddie knew that. Knew from their clothing that they came from money, or at least had it on them. It should have been nothing to overpower them and take whatever they wanted off the siblings. So why hadn’t they?

“I just think it’s a good idea to bring up our numbers. Can never have too many thieves”, he said, not meeting his friend’s gaze.

“And I’m sure it’s got nothing to do with one of them being a pretty omega?”

Eddie scoffed about three times before waving a hand and shaking his head. “Listen to you! Me! Getting all moon-eyed over someone I just met! That would be terribly ironic, would it not? Give me more credit, Jeff, please. I just think they would be great additions. And if I’m proven wrong, they can be just as good as scapegoats.”

“Riiiight.” Jeff leaned against the cart the horses were already attached to. “It wouldn’t just be ironic, you know. It would be stupidly hypocritical.”

Eddie swallowed. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry about me. I’m not that flighty.”

“You’ve already taken flight once”, Jeff said before leaving Eddie to his feeding.

Once fed, Eddie decided it would be him, Gareth as well as their two newest recruits to go into town. “You both look the most reputable among us”, he had reasoned. “And I wanna see what you’re made of.”

The town was just over a small ridge and at this bright hour was bustling with activity. Eddie grinned as he found a mark. He leaned into Steve’s space. “Watch this”, he said before walking past a man, bumping shoulders briefly and walking off with his coin purse.

“The classic move. But Gareth here is a master at the art of misdirection”, Eddie said as Gareth got to work.

Steve and Robin watched Gareth when he walked up to a booth, distracting the merchant and seeming very interested in the fruit on one part of the booth while using his other hand to stuff nuts into a pouch at his side. In the end, Gareth traded a bit of coin for a few apples and the merchant was none the wiser.

“Alright, that was admittedly impressive”, Robin praised. “For common criminals”, she teased.

“Oh? You wanna show us how it’s done?”, Eddie smirked at the challenge.

Robin grabbed Steve’s wrist, much to his protest. What was she doing? They’d never stolen anything bigger than a pastry from the royal kitchens. And really was it stealing when it came from your own home?

“We can’t-”

“Yes we can, get out of your head. Besides, if you want to run with thieves, you’ve got to play the part”, she reminded him. “Just follow my lead.”

Robin’s eyes zeroed in on their target. An older gentleman, just by a few years it looked, was taking his time in choosing the proper produce between an orange carrot and a yellow one. Robin nudged Steve hard with her elbow and he rolled his eyes before going forward.

Neither Eddie nor Gareth could hear what he said, but it all came down to body language. The way the omega’s eyelashes fluttered, leaned over slightly, allowed his eyes to rake up and down the other man’s body, even putting his hand on his arm briefly. All while Robin tried to creep up from behind and reach into his pocket.

She was able to pull a handful of something, but flicked her wrist on the release too hard, making her presence known.

“Hey! What the hell!?”

Robin was frozen in her spot and Steve was the one to grab her arm and pull her through the crowd. Eddie and Gareth ran after as the man gave chase to reclaim what was stolen.

“You and your noodle hands! Do you undress a lover with those fingers!?”, Steve shouted as they raced away.

“These noodles fixed your wreck of a hair!”

They were able to turn a corner and lose him so that they could catch their breaths. Robin opened her hand to count their haul only to be met with a bunch of pebbles.

“What the fuck?”

The two practiced thieves cackled and nearly went to their knees. Tears in his eyes, Eddie stood up straight.

“You get points for effort. And Steve here gets a ribbon for his part.”

Robin rolled her eyes, about to retort that she played an equal part and it would have been a victorious haul had it been actual money when a fanfare of trumpets sounded. A crier began to shout as a crowd gathered.

Steve’s heart began to pound in his ears as only bits and pieces of the message were relayed to him and he felt the sensation of shackles around his ankles, or of sinking into mud, or being carried off by an undertow.

Prince Stephen, reported stolen, high reward…

Robin had to shake him out of his reverie. “Did you hear that?!”

“What? Yes. What?”

“Prince Edwin of Forest Hills is missing!”, she shouted to his face.

“What?”

“See, I knew you weren’t listening. Where do you think he’s gone?” Then she whispered. “Do you think it was cold feet?”

“How do two royal siblings go missing?”, Eddie asked the wind. His face appeared a tad pale. “Stolen? With Loch Nora’s defenses?”

“One royal is one thing, but two?”, Gareth agreed.

“Technically three”, Robin held up three fingers that Steve quickly slapped down.

Thankfully, their odd energy went unnoticed within the general unease of the crowd. Prince Stephen, Princess Robin, and Prince Edwin were unaccounted for. Steve swallowed.

“We should go.”

“Agreed”, Eddie said.

They actually grabbed a few things before returning to the camp, where Gareth promptly announced the news of the royal siblings’ disappearance. There was a confused murmur among them when a beta stood forward. Steve recalled his name was Greenley.

“We’re all thinking it, right? A prince and a princess missing? With a high reward?”

Eddie shook his head. “No.”

Robin froze and Steve bit his lip. “I also think no”, he said.

“That money could have us set for life!”

“Between us, we could find a couple of royals.”

“We got underground contacts!”

“No! NO!!”, Eddie roared, regaining control of the conversation. “Look, I know it’s tempting. But can’t take that risk. They’re probably spreading the message which means every bounty hunter from here to the shore is looking for them. Dangerous folk.”

“We’re supposed to be dangerous folk”, Gareth pointed out. 

“If use two new ones get a vote, that’s three for no”, Robin pointed to herself, Steve, and Eddie.

Steve nodded. “So three to…”, he started to count in earnest.

“You’re still outvoted”, Greenley said. “And since this is a majority rule, not a monarchy”, he glared at Eddie challengingly.

“He’s right”, Jeff said.

Eddie sighed. “Shit….shit shit fuck shit shit fuck”, he started to pace around. “If this goes sideways-”

“We’ll be so rich things can go whatever direction they want”, Gareth said.

“Gre~at”, Robin gave a tight smile.

“Perfect”, Steve’s smile was equally strained.

Part 4

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 30 - Free Use

Summary: You come to an agreement with Torrent Company to become their own personal servicer. You move into the barracks, and they get free use of you whenever they like. 

Pairing: Torrent Company x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, unprotected sex, free use, reader is a sort of glorified barrack bunny, bathroom sex, handjobs, cumshot, blowjobs, fingering, cum eating, semi-public sex, voyeurism, threesome, double penetration, anal sex, rough sex, overstimulation brief emotions and grief due to war, beginnings of a reverse harem, alcohol, hair pulling, no clonecest.

A/N: This is a sort of sequel to Day 3’s fic, I’d say not far in the future after that fic happens. This fic is very long lol I did not really think this through when I planned it but oh well. It's a good almost last day culmination of the last month since tomorrow's fic is going to be more spooky.

MASTERLIST

Your hands grip the edges of the sink, eyes glued to the mirror in front of you. There’s sweat beading on your forehead, kiss-swollen lips parted as you moan. Your hands slip forward on the sink as a particularly rough thrust jolts your body. 

“I’ve got you.” His hand slides up your back to rest on your shoulder, tugging you back against him as he thrusts into you from behind.

You keep your gaze locked on him in the mirror, your legs starting to tremble with your approaching orgasm. You press yourself up slightly, your breasts on display in the mirror. His eyes drop down to watch them bounce as he fucks you, the hand on your shoulder slipping around to hold one of them. You squeeze around him, pushing back into him to force him deeper inside you. 

Your eyes roll back, body shaking with pleasure as you cum around his cock. His pace stutters, his hips pressing tight against your ass as he cums inside you. He wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his chest to your back. 

“Kriff,” You breathe, pussy still fluttering around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

“So good, baby.” Kix groans, lips brushing your shoulder. “So good for me.” 

“I should be the one saying that.” You groan, pressing back against him. “You boys certainly know how to treat a lady.” 

“I am glad you agreed.” He says, leaning his cheek on your shoulder. 

“Well, you drive a hard bargain.” You smile. 

Hardly more than a week ago you had been summoned to Torrent Company’s barracks mid-flight to their next campaign. It wasn’t that uncommon of an occurrence. All of the members of Torrent Company had taken quite a liking to you, and more often than not, your services were being requested by them. 

They weren’t requesting your services this time, however. Instead you found yourself being propositioned to act as their private servicer. They would get free use of you, and you would be theirs. 

You moved into the bunk less than an hour later.

“I should get back to work.” Kix murmurs, lips brushing your shoulder. 

You turn to look at him over your shoulder as he pats your ass playfully. “What kind of trouble do you think you’d get in if someone found us?” 

“Well, it’s not illegal.” He says, stepping back from your body. “But ‘there’s a time and place for it.’” He quotes, stuffing himself back into his blacks. 

You pull your jumpsuit back up, zipping it just until the tops of your breasts are revealed. 

Kix bites his lip as he stares at you, tugging you against his chest. “You’re so kriffing beautiful.” He says, leaning down to kiss you. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. He groans against your lips, his hands sliding down your waist to your ass. He gives it a good squeeze before pulling away. He has work to do before the ship arrives at the location for their next campaign. You don’t doubt you’re about to get very busy sending them off as well. 

You press another kiss to his lips before slipping out of the fresher, sneaking your way out of the med bay. 

***

It’s quiet in the barracks with them away on a campaign. It is a bit nerve wracking, flying into active war zones, and you were made well aware of the risk when you signed up, but you so rarely get to see any of the action yourself. Your job is to stay out of the way, which means you mostly confine yourself to the barracks and the mess hall. 

There’s always a bit of a sick feeling in your stomach. The worry that there might be one missing when they return, the thought that none of them might return. It was part of the job. Clones were going to die, so it was best not to get too attached, you had been warned. 

They just make it so hard not to. 

You’re laying on your bunk when they return. You turn not so slyly when they enter the barracks, moving slowly and looking tired. Dirt and blaster residue streaks their armor, but you count five. You know Rex won’t be in until much later. He’s likely on the bridge with The General still. Kix will be in the med bay until late, possibly later than Rex. 

You know they’re both fine, judging by the looks on their faces. They’re tired, the lingering sadness they always carry after every battle present, but there’s no pointed grief that would mark the loss of one of the Company. 

Echo approaches your bunk after dropping his helmet on his own, crawling onto the thin mattress before practically flatting his body on top of yours. You’re not expecting it, a quiet huff leaving your mouth as the weight of him and his armor settles on top of you. You don’t mind it, even if he is squishing you a bit. 

“Well don’t smother her to death.” Jesse says, smacking Echo’s shoulder. 

“He’s fine.” You wave Jesse away, wrapping your arms around Echo. 

You cup the back of his head, dragging your fingers through his hair. It’s damp with sweat, curls sticking to his forehead as he presses his face close to yours. 

“I could get used to this.” He murmurs, breath fanning your ear. 

“You’ve got plenty of time to get used to it.” You say, dragging your nails across his scalp. 

He lets out a quiet groan, sweat-slick skin pressing against yours as he nudges your head to the side. He smells like a battlefield, all smoke and sweat and blaster residue. 

“You should shower.” You say as he pushes himself up over you. 

“Why? I’m just going to get dirty again.” His fingers grasp the zipper of your jumpsuit as he slowly tugs it downward, revealing more and more skin. 

You bite your lip as he zips it down all the way, pushing it off your shoulders. You help get it off your arms, revealing your bare top half to the room. Echo groans quietly as he stares down at you. He’s hard, his codpiece slightly out of place due to the bulge underneath. You sit up, pressing your hand against his codpiece. He lets out another groan, bucking into your hand. 

“That looks like it hurts.” You say, slipping your fingers under the plastoid. “Let me help you with that.” 

You pop his codpiece off, letting it drop to the floor. He’s straining through his blacks, your hand pressing against the bulge. You rub him through his blacks, tilting your head back to stare up at his face. His lips are parted as he stares down at you, his hips bucking into your hand.

You pull open Echo’s blacks, freeing his cock from its confines. He lets out a breathy curse as you take him in your hand, slowly pumping his cock. He thrusts his hips, fucking into your hand as you stroke him, precum beading on his tip. He’s most likely been hard since the end of the battle. Most of them came of the battlefield hard and ready to fuck out the intense adrenaline. 

That’s why the initiative was created in the first place. 

You dip your head down, licking the bead of precum from his tip, dragging your tongue across the head of his cock. He lets out a whining groan, hands gripping the top bunk as he practically fucks your hand. You wrap your other hand around him, pushing your breasts together. His eyes lock on your breasts, lips parted as he stares down at them. 

“You want to cum on my tits?” You ask, staring up into his dark eyes. 

He nods, letting out a groan as you jerk him faster, dragging a thumb across his head. His hips buck into your hands as he paints your chest with his cum. You stroke him through his orgasm, eyes still locked with his. You release his cock, gathering some of his cum on your fingers before you push them into your mouth. His eyes are lidded as he stares down at you, at your fingers as you drag them from your mouth. 

“I take it you won this time?” You ask, staring up at him. 

He nods, his lips still parted in awe. 

“He got one more than I did.” Jesse says, slipping into the bunk behind you. 

You lick your lips as Echo slips out of the bunk, Jesse maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. “You’ll just have to try harder next time.” 

You can’t help but moan as his hand comes down on your bare ass cheek, your jumpsuit pushed down around your knees. 

“Still a mouthy thing.” Jesse murmurs, breath fanning the back of your thighs as he leans in close. 

“Kriff!” You curse as his mouth descends upon your slick folds. 

He licks a stripe from your clit to your hole, tasting your arousal. You’ve been wet since the announcement of the returning troopers, already anticipating the long night ahead of you. You push your hips back into Jesse’s face as his tongue prods your entrance, one of his hands slipping between your thighs to tease your clit. You lock eyes with Hardcase as Jesse fucks you with his tongue, Hardcase’s eyes locked to your face, to your lips. He’s palming himself through his blacks, likely trying hard not to cum before it’s his turn. 

You let out a wonton moan, hips grinding against Jesse’s hand as he teases your clit, lapping up the juices seeping out of you. You squeeze around his tongue, Jesse’s fingers abandoning your clit as he grasps your hips, forcing you flat onto your bunk. He shifts over you, thick thighs straddling your own as he angles your hips up just slightly. 

His cock presses against your entrance, your body relaxing for him as he sinks into you with a groan. You bury your face in the blankets, pushing back against him as he works his way into you. His hands come to rest on the mattress next to your head as he sinks into you, his hips flush with your ass. He slowly starts to rock his hips, grinding against you as he fucks you deep and slow. 

Your back arches, pushing your ass back into him as you take him. It’s slow and sensual, everything Jesse encompasses. You lift your head from the blankets, letting out a loud moan as he hits that spot inside you, your thighs clamping around him. 

“Kriff,” He groans, shifting his weight to slide his hand up your back. “Just like that.” His fingers wrap around the back of your neck, holding you still as he picks up his pace. 

He’s close, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier. You move your hips with his, grinding your clit against the blankets. You cum with a cry, shaking under him. He thrusts into you harshly once more before he’s spilling into you, cock twitching as he cums. He releases the back of your neck, dropping onto his elbows above you. He presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder, slipping his arms around your front. 

You take a moment to breathe, knowing you've got five more clones to take care of before your night is over.

***

A frown pulls at your brows as you make your way to the armory. You’re not certain what Hardcase could need your help with. Your knowledge of weapons is very slim. You can shoot a blaster decently, enough to defend yourself, but otherwise you’re sure he’s far more knowledgeable than you are. 

You step into the armory, shockingly empty despite the fact the 501st is on its way to another campaign. “Hardcase?” You call out, looking around for the excitable clone. 

“Over here!” He calls out, leaning against a shelf to your right. 

You make your way down the aisle to where he is, not missing the smirk on his face. “You said you needed help?” You say as you reach him. 

“Yeah, I needed some assistance with my blaster.” He says, still leaning casually against the shelf. 

“I’m not sure how much assistance I can give, you know I’m not good with weapons in general.” You shrug.”

He chuckles. “You sweet thing. The blaster I need help with is this one.” He motions between his legs where the very obvious bulge presses against his codpiece. 

You roll your eyes, finally putting the pieces together. “You’re something else, Hardcase.” 

He laughs, pulling you out of the main aisle and into the space between the shelves. He leans over you, caging you between him and the shelf holding ammunition behind you. “I’m not hearing any complaints.” 

You hum, pulling his hips against yours. “No complaints. It’s endearing.” 

“Good.” He smirks, dipping his head to nip at your neck. “Now about that assistance...” 

You roll your eyes, pulling back just enough to undo his codpiece, letting it fall to the floor at your feet. You’re not afraid of getting caught. It wouldn’t be the first time a clone fucked a servicer in a supply closet, and certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

You’re more surprised you’re the only ones in the armory. 

You pull Hardcase’s cock out of his blacks, stroking his hard length. He pulls the zipper of your jumpsuit down, tugging it off your shoulders. You let him go long enough to pull it off your arms and down over your hips. You step one foot out of it, spreading your legs as his hand drops between them. He shoves your underwear to the side, dragging his fingers through your already dampening folds. 

You let out a quiet sound as he circles your clit, your hand wrapping around his cock again. You stroke his length as he teases your clit, your thighs clenching around his hand as he works you up more and more. 

“Kriff, you’re so hot.” He groans, watching you moan and squirm against his hand. 

“Need you, Hardcase.” You gasp, your pussy and thighs slick with your arousal. 

“Say no more.” He grins, removing his hand from between your legs. 

You spread them open further, one of his hands hiking your thigh around his hip as he lines his cock up with your entrance. Your gasp echoes in the quiet room as he presses into you, pushing you back against the shelves. You reach up, grasping the shelf above your head as he starts thrusting, sinking into you further and further. He wraps his other arm around your waist, holding you against him as he thrusts into you.

Your bodies rock together as he fucks you, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the armory. His moans are almost as loud, face pressed into your neck as he ruts into you at a quick pace. 

“Kriff, baby, just like that.” He moans as you squeeze around him, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust. “Just like that.” 

“Don’t stop.” You gasp, clinging onto the shelf for dear life. 

He thrusts into you wildly, his hips dragging against your clit with every movement. You release the shelf, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you cum, crying out his name into the armory. He sinks into you one last time before he spills into you, cursing and moaning into your neck. You rest your head against his shoulder, breathing heavily as your body milks every last drop from his cock. 

“Always so kriffing good for me.” He groans, lips brushing your neck. 

He quickly pulls away from you as the door hisses open, and you pull on your jumpsuit in record time. You’ve just got it zipped when a trooper walks past you, stopping to stare at you both. He knows what you were up to. There’s no other reason you would be in here alone with another trooper. 

“Keep walking.” Hardcase says, wrapping an arm around your waist. “She’s taken.” 

The trooper rolls his eyes before continuing past you, Hardcase pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. You can’t help but giggle at his possessiveness. They’re all so protective and possessive over you. 

***

It’s a rare event, the 501st getting shore leave. Lately it seemed like the campaigns were neverending, the league bouncing from one to the next. You’re excited for the boys to get a little break. They deserve it after everything. 

You’re relaxing on your bunk on the trip back to Coruscant. The boys are either in the fresher, or at the mess hall, or in the case of Rex, off doing paperwork. You’re taking advantage of the rest time to flip through the holonet, resting on your stomach on the bunk in nothing but your underwear and a thin shirt. 

You jump as calloused fingers trail up your bare leg. You turn to look over your shoulder, surprised to see Tup leaning over you. He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, hair down and curling around his face. You hadn’t even heard him leave the fresher or approach you, though you suppose moving silently is a skill they’ve all mastered. 

His eyes flick to yours as his hand reaches the back of your thigh, fingers spreading until his palm is flat against your skin. He squeezes your thigh, an obvious bulge tenting under the thin towel. You shift your body, parting your thighs for him. He groans quietly, slipping his fingers higher until they’re brushing the curve of your ass. He dips his fingers to the side until they’re between your legs, brushing over your clothed slit. 

You start to get wet at his touch as he drags his fingers over your clothed slit. Your lips part in a gasp as he presses on your clit, making small circles through the fabric. He continues to stare into your eyes as he slowly works you up. It never takes much, your body responding to any of their touches almost instantly. 

“We’re so lucky, you know that?” He says, shifting your panties to the side as he drags his fingers through your folds. 

“What makes you so lucky?” You ask, your voice breathy as he presses two of his fingers into you. 

“We have someone as beautiful as you to service us.” He says, lips tugging up in a smile. 

“You’re always so sweet Tup,” You say, hands curling around the blanket under you as he thrusts his fingers into you. “So kriffing sweet.” 

“Only for you, babe.” He says, leaning forward to kiss you. 

You kiss him back, moaning against his lips as he fucks you with his fingers, the long digits hitting that spot deep inside you with every thrust. You’re going to cum before you know it, body writing on the bunk as he doesn’t slow any. 

“Kriff, Tup!” You whine, pulling away from his lips. “‘M gonna cum!” 

He pulls his fingers from inside you before you can, a whine leaving your lips as you’re left hanging. He stands up, pulling off his towel. His cock is hard and ready, one hand wrapping around it as the other flips you onto your back. You ditch your underwear, tossing it somewhere in the barracks. Someone will find it later and you’ll likely never see that pair again. 

You part your legs for him as he crawls onto the bunk, slotting himself between them. A moan slips from your lips as he sinks his cock into you, your pussy fluttering around him as he presses into you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down close as he begins to rock his hips into you. 

He keeps his gaze locked to yours as you wrap your legs around his waist, entangling yourself with him. You stare up into his sweet eyes, holding him close to you as he fucks you, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the quiet bunks. You pull him down to your lips, moaning into his mouth as you tangle your hands in his hair, letting the thick curls slide through your fingers. You love Tup's hair. You love seeing the wild curls when he doesn't have to have it pulled back due to regulation. 

He groans as you tug lightly on the strands, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as he picks up the pace, fucking into you hard. You keep your hands tangled in his hair, not caring as the fresher door slides open, someone walking out. 

You cum with a cry against his lips, shaking under him as he fucks you through your orgasm. He groans deeply as he cums, pulling away from your lips as his head falls back, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. You watch his face, lips parted as you pant. He’s so beautiful, so expressive. 

He collapses back on top of you, forehead pressing against yours. You keep yourself wrapped around him, both of you breathing the other in. 

“I’m keeping these by the way!” A voice cuts through the silence of your moment. 

You can’t help but laugh, Tup chuckling as he leans down to kiss you again. 

***

There’s sweat slicking your skin as you move, causing your dress to stick to your skin. It’s the little blue number, something you usually wore when you went out with them to signify your place as their servicer. It always gets a reaction out of them. You had been doubtful you would even reach the bar after you walked out in it. They’d all gazed at you like they were ready to devour you that instant. 

They’re never ones to pass up on a chance to go out, though, and you miraculously made it to the bar in one piece. 

You’re a few drinks deep, nothing stronger than the cheap beer the troopers get for free, but you can feel the slight buzz of alcohol working its way through you as you dance. You’re sandwiched between Fives and Echo, their bodies moving with yours. Echo’s thigh is between your legs, hands on your hips while Fives’ hands skirt the bottom of your dress, his cock hard against your ass as he grinds against you. 

“Kriff, I need you so bad.” You groan, both of them sharing a look over your shoulder. 

They unravel their bodies from you, Echo taking your hand as he leads you towards the back of the bar. Fives follows behind, making sure no one’s looking as Echo slips you into the mens fresher. It’s thankfully empty as he leads you to a stall, pulling you in as Fives quickly shuts the door behind you. It’s a tight fit with three of you, hardly any room between your bodies. 

Echo bends down, pressing a kiss to your lips as Fives’ hands return to the bottom of your dress, hiking it up. His hand slips between your thighs, bare fingers dragging through your slick folds. 

“No panties?” Fives smirks, slipping a finger into your pussy. “Someone was hoping to see some action tonight.” 

You pull away from Echo’s lips, leaning back against Fives. “No, I was planning on it.” 

You tilt your head back as Fives leans down to kiss you, Echo taking advantage of the little space you’ve given him to work his pants down, freeing his cock. You’re welcomed into Echo’s arms again as Fives moves you forward, pulling his fingers from your pussy as he reaches around back, tugging your dress up more to prod at your ass. You hear him shuffle behind you before a cap pops and you turn your head slightly. 

“Did you bring lube?” You ask. 

“I always have lube with me.” Fives says, spreading some on his fingers. “Never know when I might need it.” 

You shake your head, but you are glad he has it as he presses against the tight ring of muscle. You try to relax, gripping onto Echo as Fives eases a finger into your ass. Echo reaches down, slipping a finger into your pussy. You clench around both of them, earning groans in response. 

You cling to Echo as Fives works you open with his fingers, adding more and more as you relax further. Echo continues to finger your pussy, helping you relax as Fives preps you to take him. The alcohol is still buzzing beneath your skin, making you feel lightheaded with lust. You’ve wanted to be sandwiched between the two of them for quite a while, the Domino Twins as they’re so affectionately called.

The mens fresher at 79s was not what you pictured, but you can hardly care as the cap pops again, Fives pulling his fingers from your ass. Echo withdraws his fingers from your pussy, adjusting your body as he slips his cock between your thighs. He reaches down, slipping one arm under your knee, and then the other before he lifts you against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding on as his cock presses deeper into you at this new position. 

Fives’ cock presses against your ass, slick with lube. He pushes into your hole, stretching you still as he eases into you. You moan at the stretch, Five’s body pressing against your back as he sinks further into you. 

You’re so full, feeling like you might burst at the seams as they seat themselves inside you. You’re trapped between them, held up by their bodies. Fives’ hands fall to your waist as he begins to move, using your body for leverage as he fucks into you. You moan at the sensation, Echo starting to rock his hips. They find an easy rhythm, one thrusting in while the other withdraws, leaving you always filled with one of their cocks. 

It’s very obvious what you’re doing, and you’re sure if anyone walks in they’ll know. You can’t bring yourself to care, too lost in the pleasure they’re wringing out of your body. 

“Kriff, that’s it mesh’la.” Fives groans, pulling your body back against him as Echo picks up the pace of his thrusts. You reach back, wrapping one arm around Fives’ neck, the other gripping Echo’s shoulder. “So kriffing tight.” 

You’re squeezing around them, gripping them tightly as they fuck you, your body bouncing with every thrust. 

“Feel so good.” Echo groans, thrusting into you harder, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the fresher. “So good.” 

“Kriff, yes!” You cry, your body jerking between them as Echo’s cock hits that spot inside you over and over. “Gonna cum!” 

“Cum for us, mesh’la.” Echo says, leaning forward and kissing you. 

He swallows your moans as you cum, clamping down around both of them. Fives sinks his teeth into your shoulder as he cums into your ass, Echo not far behind, groaning against your lips as he spills into your pussy. You stay still, both of them still inside you as you come down from your highs. 

“Let’s get out of here.” Fives says, kissing the teeth marks on your shoulder that will likely bruise by tomorrow. “We’ll finish this somewhere a little more...comfortable.” 

You can’t help but moan quietly at the thought of what else they have planned for you. 

***

It’s late, most of the troopers tucked into bed after a very long, grueling campaign. You had been in bed until your datapad blinked with a message from the Captain. You’d slipped out of the quiet barracks, heading towards the private offices where most of the higher ups did their most tedious work. 

You’ve never been in this part of the ship before, using the maps to navigate where Rex had told you to meet him. In fact, you’re not even sure you’re allowed to be up here, but it wasn’t like you were aimlessly wandering. You were summoned here after all. 

You finally find the office, opening the door and stepping in. Rex is seated at the desk in the room, a datapad held between his hands. He looks tired as he glances up at you. You know this campaign was a rough one. All of your boys had made it out alive, though not all of them entirely unscathed, but the 501st had still suffered heavy losses. You know it weighs on Rex, the knowledge that while they had been successful, they had still taken quite a hit. 

“You alright?” You ask, moving closer to the desk. 

You’re not supposed to know the details, the confidential information, but you’ve heard a lot. Battle plans and even sometimes locations are entirely unknown to you, but you’ve heard the aftermath often. A lot of servicers hear the aftermath. 

“Yeah.” He sighs, shifting the datapad as you lean against the desk next to him. “Trying to get this last report done.” 

You eye the dark, puffy circles under his eyes. “You can always leave it for tomorrow.” You say. 

“I’d rather finish it as soon as possible.” He says. “That way I can stop thinking about it and move on.” 

“I heard some of what happened from the others.” You say. “How can I help?” 

“Distract me while I finish this report?” He asks. 

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip before you get up, moving to the opposite side of the desk. You sink down to your knees, crawling underneath. His thighs part for you as you kneel between them, reaching up to pull off his codpiece. You pull his cock from his blacks, his length already hardening from your touch. 

You jerk his cock a couple of times before you trace his head with your tongue. You lick his cock under the desk, his breath hitching as you trace the vein on the underside, squeezing your hand around the base as he twitches. You flatten your tongue against his head as you open your mouth wider, guiding him inside. He groans quietly as you sink down on his cock, relaxing your throat as you take him deeper.

You rest your hands on his thigh plates as you bob your head, fucking him with your mouth. His thighs twitch as you work him, his groans getting louder. You wonder how he’s writing the report at all with you sucking him off, though you suppose multitasking is part of his job. He can survive a battlefield, he can write a report while you suck his cock. 

One of his hands lowers beneath the desk, tangling in your hair as you bob on his cock, taking him as deep as you can, until you feel the pressure at the back of your throat warning you. You pull completely off his cock, taking a second to breathe through the feeling before you take him in your mouth again. 

He curses quietly, pulling you off his cock before he can cum. He shoves his chair back, pulling you up and tugging at the zipper of your jumpsuit. He practically rips it down your body before spinning you around and bending you over the desk. You narrowly avoid smacking your face on the metal, catching yourself with your hands. 

Your body tenses in surprise as he pushes his cock into your damp slit, the stretch burning a bit as he presses into you. His hands hold your hips, his grip tight enough to bruise. You try and relax, fingers wrapping around the edge of the desk to hold on as he sinks into you. He withdraws his hips before snapping them into you, your body jolting from the force of his thrust. 

His hands hold your hips still as he sets a brutal pace, fucking into you hard and fast. You can feel the frustration, the emotion behind his movements. You press your cheek to the cool metal of the desk, letting him use your body to work through the emotions that have to be plaguing him, weighing heavy on him as the war continues, as he’s forced to face battle after bloody battle. 

Your body is slick with sweat, skin sticking to the metal table as he continues to fuck you, his pace not slowing any as he grunts and growls almost animalistically behind you. The burning pain of the stretch is gone, replaced by pleasure as he brushes past that spot inside you with every movement. 

You’re cumming, knuckles almost white as they cling to the desk, your body spasming around him but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow. Only his grip changes, releasing your hips to slide his hands up to your shoulders. The new angle drives his cock against that spot inside you, overstimulation burning through you. 

You can tell he’s close as his thrusts start to get sloppy, sweat dripping off his chest and onto your back. Your hips are sore from the edge of the desk digging into you, and you’re certain you’ll have a limp tomorrow from the pounding he’s giving you. 

You won’t complain. He needs it, needs the release, needs to let the pain and the suffering out somehow. This was your job, after all, providing them what they need. 

You cum a second time, legs giving out as the pleasure slams into you like a speeder. Your intense orgasm sends him over the edge and he stills, cumming into you with a deep groan. His body drops over you, pinning you to the desk as his forehead presses against your shoulder. His hands slide up your arms, curling around yours where they’re still gripping the desk. He pries your fingers up, lacing them with his instead. 

“I’m so sorry.” He whispers, panting breaths raising a chill on your sweat slicked skin. “I’m so sorry.” 

“Don’t.” You say quietly, squeezing his hands. “You have nothing to be sorry for. That’s what I’m here for. Not just the needs or the post battle adrenaline fueled lust. I’m here for the pain too. The anguish.” 

“I hurt you.” He says, resting his cheek on your back. 

You shrug. “Eh, I’ll just get a bacta shot from Kix in the morning. Usually need one the morning after a campaign anyway.” 

You feel him smile against your back, the action drawing a smile to your face as well. “Thank you.” He says, thumbs stroking the skin on the backs of your hands. 

You shrug again. “I wasn’t kidding. It is my job.” 

“I think it’s more than that.” He says, shifting slightly against your back. “You managed to charm your way right into our barracks.” 

Your smile widens at his words. You do have them quite pussy whipped. 

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[hana-no-seiiki]

can we get to know the perverted faculty in midnight darling?

hoo boy. i was gonna make it a stretch goal to include each and every subject mc might get as a biology major in the philippines but have the named ones for now.

warnings: homophobic society, inappropriate teacher/student relationships, age gap, infidelity/adultery, ageism, voyeurism/exhibitionism, sexual and typical yandere themes. dark content. this is a lot smuttier than all of my previous headcannons oh god.

[previous part] — yandere bad boy/jock, good girl, nerd and president.

YANDERE COLLEGE! FACULTY! X POPULAR GIRL! READER [PANGALAWANG YUGTO / SECOND PART]

ELOISE MORIN - PHYSICS TEACHER

✎ Eloise Morin was always drawn to you. You stuck out like sore thumb in her long list of faces she had to memorize every year and was the only time she ever broke a rule. The rule being to never fall in love with one of her students.

✎ It all started with the pairing of her sister, Ella Morin (The Emo! Kid) with you in order to break her out of her shell. The other faculty members seemed to trust you, and you had perfect grades.

✎ Sometimes your harem regrets always cleaning your record with how much the professors called upon you for tasks, thus reducing your time with them.

✎ And it worked, Ella’s grades improved and the sisters’s home life was better. They started actually talking during meals. She just seemed so much happier.

✎ Eloise soon found out it wasn’t because you were friends, it was moreso that you’d relieve Ella of stress when she acted to your whims.

✎ The woman could never forget the time she caught you eating out her little sister after a study session. In her own damn home.

✎ She was confused. Any responsible teacher and guardian would put a stop to this, right? But she found herself welcoming you in every time. Ignoring your disheveled look after ‘hanging out’ with Ella. Always treating you well so you’d be incentivized to come again and again into her home.

✎ So she can watch you defiling her baby sister as she touched herself to sounds of your moans.

✎Her horny levels are pretty terrible for an adult. Eloise was brought up to be a stout, pious woman. Never to have any sexual relations before marriage, much less the same gender. She was never attracted to the men around her and through you she finally knew why.

✎ She has yet to explore her likes and dislikes but what she does know is that merely seeing you gets her absolutely dripping in arousal. She fantasizes day in and out about what you could do to her and where you could do it.

✎On her sister’s bed? The Kitchen counter as she cooked dinner for you whenever you stayed for the night? In front of the class as she teaches? On the desk of that damn principal that kept creeping on you?

✎The only thing stopping her from pouncing on you is guilt. Guilt that she’s attracted to a person much younger than her. A woman no less. What would her parents think? Sure, they’re dead. But Eloise can still imagine the disappointment they’d show if she gave into these lustful urges.

✎What Popular! Reader thinks of her : Like many of your teachers and fellow students. You see her as a means to an end. However, unlike the rest of them, Eloise does interest you the most. You’re waiting to see the moment she snaps. Ready to taint her with your colors.

AMELIA YORKSHIRE - LINGUISTICS TEACHER

✎ Amelia is the eldest teacher in the staff list. She’s a triple divorcee with a child from each husband.

✎ She craves male approval and used to work with Ricardo to bring you down a peg. Before you came in, she was known to harass her male students and show a little too much skin that it was unprofessional at best.

✎ She quickly switched to the other side after a private one-on-one exam with you.

✎ Not only did you get a perfect score in that test, you also managed to give her a better orgasm than all her husbands combined.

✎Also uses her family to get you closer. This time more intentionally. C’mon don’t you just love children? Aren’t hers the cutest?

✎She doesn’t make it discreet when it comes to her more perverted side. Often shoving her cleavage to your face when in class.

✎Tried using another student to make you jealous and that only made you turned off.

✎Is currently desperately trying to earn your attention back. At this point she might as well wear nothing to school.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of her: You aren’t the type to slut shame. That would be quite hypocritical of you to do. But a professor obviously perving on her students was kind of baffling. She left little to the imagination, so after your first romp with Amelia you basically never touched her again. Unknowingly making her obsession worse.

✎ Hers was a minor subject anyways, so you didn’t put that much effort into humoring her. She was a great fuck though.

MARX ESGUERRA - BIOLOGY TEACHER

✎ Now Marx was a different story entirely. Unlike your more lowkey teasing with Eloise and disinterest with Amelia. It was well-known throughout the campus of your interest with the Biology teacher.

✎ It took a while to get into his pants. Marx was known to be even worse than Eloise when it came to how strict he was with himself and his students. He was teaching a new generation of healthcare workers after all.

✎ At least that’s what you thought. You didn’t realize it was because he was studying the best way to approach you.

✎ Marx thought of you of you as perfect. He knew what he wanted and what he wanted was for you to stay by his side. Permanently. He didn’t want a shallow connection like you had with Amelia and Justin.

✎ A perfect student like you deserved a perfect relationship from start to finish. And he’ll make sure to give you that.

✎ He expects you to be completely immaculate. He has an image of you that you have to follow. He’ll drill it into your mind if he has to. A perfect man needs a perfect spouse. He’ll never settle for less. He’ll wipe all those filthy hook-ups you’ve made from history. Besides you were just practicing for him, were you not? The rumors about your supposed interest in him do no good to stifle his delusions.

✎ He bumps your grades just a little bit after your dalliances to give the impression that he definitely does not want you just for the sex.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of him: A total snob. But you do what you must to gain perfect grades and better opportunities for yourself. Even if it means sleeping with that narcissistic man that kept staring holes into your body.

DANIEL CRUZ - THE PRINCIPAL

✎ This man is the very definition of corrupt. He knows of every dirty little secret that has happened in the school grounds and beyond and gets paid handsomely to hide that.

✎ Thus, he’s great at hiding your little relationship with him. From the school and his older wife.

✎ You were his secret as much as he was yours.

✎ You were just so much more beautiful, younger, tighter, than that stupid woman. He only wanted her when he was younger because she looked hot back then but age wasn’t so kind. After she got pregnant with his children she started showing signs of being grotesque so he often brought home other women to their marital bed. He just couldn’t get it hard with her for the life of him.

✎The wife is unfortunately used to his ways.

✎ Ever since you though, she noticed how he brought home less and less different women. Up until it was just you. She didn’t know if it was a relief or a more terrible sign that he’d actually fallen in love with a sidepiece.

✎ She didn’t know how to feel whenever you exited her own room after a night with her husband. A sorry look on your pretty features gave her a mix of anger for you pitying her and relief that whatever her husband felt, at least it wasn’t reciprocated.

✎ Other than his wife and perhaps even children (oh god) however, no one knows of your relationship with him. Not even Ricardo and he knows the most about you.

✎ What Popular! Reader thinks of him: Despite what many thought of you, you viewed marriage as sacred. You only ‘cheated’ on Justin because you didn’t want him to get killed. Once a promise is made it best be kept and treasured.

✎ And Daniel broke the most beautiful promise of them all.

✎ He’s one of the few people you actually strongly felt for. Unfortunately for him, it’s disdain.

A/N : This is the most filthiest thing I’ve written on this blog so far. I need to take a bath of holy water after this.

[arataka-reigen]

hello!! i saw the tags on your pinned post abt how shoujo wasn't just romance and it got me curious bc i've read some nice shoujo but really dislike romance-heavy plots. are there any shoujos you like that don't have much or any romance in them? ty and i hope you have a good day! 💛

Oh, there are lots of mangas that are classified as shoujo and don't have romance!!

I am just now beginning my journey through shoujo as well, so I don't have a lot of recommendations for stuff I actually read, but the ones I did read or watch so far are:

Natsume Yuujinchou and basically anything else by its author, Yuki Midorikawa. Sometimes, her works do include romance, but the focus is almost always in the interpersonal relationships and the difficulties her characters go through in life. NatsuYuu is about an orphan boy who can see yokai, and for that reason he acts in "weird" ways and his foster families dislike him, so he keeps going from family to family. The story is about how he finds a good family who accepts and loves him, makes friends, and learns to make friends even with yokais.

There are currently 6 anime seasons out, and a 7th season is on its way, so you can either read the manga or watch the anime.

Akatsuki no Yona - i mean, this one does include romance, but i'll still put it on the list because as far as the anime went the focus is heavy on Yona's actual journey to gather the dragons of legend to be able to recover the kingdom that was stolen from her. It shows how Yona goes from a sheltered spoiled girl to a person befitting the title of dragon king.

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom - this one is the og villainess isekai and it truly deserves the hype. It is about a girl who wakes up in the child body of the villainess of her favorite otome game. She remembers that the villainess' fate in the game was always either death or exile, so she tries her hardest to change her fate. This one is classified as a reverse harem, but the main character is pretty oblivious and worries more about farming and eating sweets and generally being the best girl ever than actually worrying about romance. Aro ace queen tbh. And her harem is just happy to be with her and be dragged along for her stupid adventures. Plus, the female members of her harem are taken seriously as well, Mary is a raging lesbian and it is not subtext. I mean, it is a shoujo, so of course the female characters would be important lol.

Usagi Drop - listen to me. You will absolutely not look for anything related to this manga. If you like the premise you can watch the anime. But, please, do not look for the manga. You will only be extremely disappointed by it. That being said, I recommend the anime. It is about a man who returns home for his grandfather's funeral and then finds out his grandfather had an illegitimate daughter who has now become an orphan. He ends up having to take care of her because the rest of the family considers her a shame to the family.

Now, for the stuff I havent seen yet, I'll just write some that are on my "plan to read" list and put their genres next to their names so you can check it out if you think the genre's sound interesting:

7 Seeds (drama, horror, psychological, sci fi, survival)

Requiem of the Rose King (drama, historical, supernatural, gender identity)

Basara (drama, fantasy, adventure) (i think this one has romance, but from what i've heard, the main character's story is a lot deeper as she takes her brother's identity in order to fight against the king who killed her brother, it is pretty famous and considered a classic)

Ghost Hunt (horror, mystery, psychological, supernatural)

Helter Skelter (horror, psychological)

My Stepmother and Stepsisters aren't Wicked (comedy, historical, slice of life)

Ikoku Nikki (drama) (this one is the one i'm currently most interested on, i hear it's about a distant woman who's never had a good relationship with her sister and now has to take care of her teenage niece because her sister died)

Itsuwari no Freya (crossdressing, historical)

Limit (drama, psychological, school) (this one sounds incredible tbh, on a field trip their bus gets into an accident and only 5 girls remain, having to learn to survive and trying to assert themselves over one another because they hate each other.)

Machida-kun no sekai (school)

Mitarai-ke, Enjou suru (drama) (the main character wants to infiltrate the household of the family who blamed her mother for a fire, in order to prove her mother's innocence)

Smoking Behind the Supermarket with You (comedy)

Uramichi Oniisan (comedy, showbiz, workplace)

Usotoki Rhetoric (mystery, historical)

Don't Call It Mystery (mystery)

If anyone has more things to recommend I would also love to hear about it!!

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 13th - Glove Kink (Papa Emeritus III x Gender-Neutral! Reader)

Tags: Blowjobs, Glove Kink, Finger Sucking, Scratching, Degradation, Innocence Kink, Age Gap, Power Imbalance, Terzo Is An ASSHOLE In This One Seriously, Cum Swallowing, No Aftercare, First Person POV

The days started like any other; with my mouth impaled on Terzos cock.

When I first joined the ministry, my fellow Siblings told me it was only a matter of time before I got added to the harem of Papa Emeritus III. According to rumors, the third Papa was notorious for taking a liking to the new members, welcoming them under his wing, or rather, under his sheets. Terzo had a certain charm that had even the most shy Siblings spreading their legs for him mindlessly; Especially the shy Siblings. He always had a thing for innocence, viewing it as a challenge, a challenge he was determined to conquer.

I was never one to have loveless sex, especially with a significantly older man I barely knew, so I simply brushed it off. I would never have sex with Papa Emeritus III, I thought to myself. Boy, was I wrong.

It seemed it became part of my daily duties to present at least one of my holes to him, and today was no exception. There I was, in his office, on my knees in front of him, his ridiculously big cock roughly hitting the back of my throat. He was casually laying back in his chair, not once sparing me a glance, acting as if I wasn't even there, save for a few quiet grunts of pleasure. I just wanted to deliver paperwork.

His hands were sat on his arm rests, tapping his fingers as if he was bored. Normally, this would make me feel degraded and quite frankly, a little offended, but I couldn't help but focus on his gloves. Tight, black, leather, with golden nails. The gloves fit him so snugly, it's a wonder he can even move his fingers around in those things, but what really caught my eye was the nails. Terzo hated things plain, and always one for the dramatics, he decided gold accents would be the best way to add a little flair. He was right. They got my attention every time he wore them, a strange feeling of arousal stirring in my abdomen every time. They're so... sharp. What I would give to feel them running down my body, scratching me up...

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realize I had halted my movements. Terzo groaned in annoyance, popping his dick out of my mouth. "Why did you stop sucking, piccolo agnello?" He huffed, finally granting me the grace of glancing down at me, cocking an eyebrow. "What are you looking at, hm?"

"Your... your gloves, Papa..." I admit bashfully, blushing like I had just been caught doing something devious. "What about them?" He questioned, titling his head in curiosity. I gulp.

"They're, uh... they look nice." I stutter, too embarrassed to admit the growing heat rushing to my groin, caused by those damned gloves. He could see through my poor ruse immediately, a devilish grin stretching across his face.

"You like them?" He teased sadistically, tracing the claw-like nails delicately across my cheek, not using any pressure, just letting me know he could if he wanted to, and there would be nothing I could do to stop him. I shudder and nod. He chuckles darkly, his fingers making their way to my lips, parting subconsciously, welcoming them into my mouth. He shoves two fingers in, commanding me to suck, and without a second thought, I obeyed. He watches me intensely, breathing heavily as my tongue swirls over the warm leather, nails poking and prodding inside uncomfortably.

"Filthy slut." He grumbles. "You're loving this, aren't you? My, my, how eager you are. I should wear these gloves more often, no?" My saliva drips down my chin, no doubt looking like a sloppy, horny mess below him. He pulls his fingers away suddenly, making me whine at the loss. He grips a handful of my hair, yanking me down on his cock again. "You've had your fun, now take it, whore. No more distractions."

I gag helplessly as he bucks his hips into my mouth, selfishly using me for his own pleasure, disregarding my own wants and needs. As cruel and disgusting his behavior was, there was something so thrilling about him treating my throat like a fleshlight, just one of his many easily replaceable objects, useful for one purpose only. His other hand comes up to my face, nails digging into my skin painfully, leaving red scratch marks on my cheek. The stinging feeling only further turns me on, driving me to suck harder in a desperate need to please him.

With a ravenous growl, he emptied himself in my mouth, so deep that my throat can't help but convulse tightly around him, further milking his cock. I cringe at the bitter taste, but swallow it all diligently. As his dick softens, I slowly slide off, looking up at him expectantly, hoping to receive a grain of praise, or at least a smile. When he catches his breath, his eyes flick down to me, holding an uncaring, almost disgusted gaze. "Run along now, will you?" He waves his hand dismissively, turning his body towards his desk to shift his focus to his work.

I frown, sat in place, staring blankly in confusion. I thought he would at least want to use another hole of mine before he shoos me away, with how insatiable he is. That maybe as he would use me, he would inadvertently be granting me some well-earned pleasure, instead of leaving me wanting. He side-eyed me, scowling, his patience clearly starting to wear thin. "You're still here? I said go!"

Defeated, I stand up and adjust my clothing, before walking out of his office in shame, rubbing my sore cheek. I kept my head hung low as I trudged through the halls, not wanting my peers to see the crescent-shaped indents he made in my skin and suspect what had just occurred. But me, being a terrible liar, the humiliation in my demeanor was more than evident. They all knew.

-

[pastel-omegas-blog]

Yohoo, you might know me as one of the people that wanted Leon as a harem member 😅 Can I request? If that's all right?

How would the others react to MC and Leon being lovey dovey? Like, MC and Leon being happy and such

Ooooh hi💖💖

You were the one who led me to do the other au for Dearly Detested

No problem.

All art used here does not belong to me. I used a picrew to create Alvar's face claim and the rest were found on pinterest.

Others reacting to Leon being lovey dovey with s/o.

⚠️Warning ⚠️ Mentions of obsessiveness and yandere tendencies and slight sexual themes

I'll be using Leon's harem members since you didn't specify which characters.

Alvar

During one of his secret walks in the more hidden gardens of the holy temple, he spots the two omegas together by mistake.

The recessive alpha is terrified at first when he sees Leon and m/n together.

Is even even more frightened when he sees Leon looking at him with such tender eyes and placing small kisses on his cheeks and hands.

Genuinely believes that the ' devil ' inside M/N somehow managed to put a love curse on his beloved lilly

He tries to not act immediately and tries to gather 'evidence' to accuse M/N of black magic and mind control, because he truly believes Leon is under some kind of spell.

Because that has to be the only someone like Leon, who is blessed by the gods and is gifted with such a pure and kind heart would ever associate with M/N.

A man known through out the whole of Trovia as the vessel of a demon lord that fell out of the heavens. The only way someone like Leon would willing associate with a ' stained ' man like is if he was brain washed.

Is level headed most of the time. If you can ignore his stalking

He does the investigation himself so he won't draw attention towards Leon. His precious doesn't need any negative attention. After all it's not his fault that evil man brainwashed him.!

Refuses to believe that maybe Leon might actually just like the mc and does not acknowledge that he's in denial about it

Of course, because of his internal jealousy towards watching his precious treat the discarded Emperor so gently, its not before he exposes himself.

He does so, when he stalks protectively follows the two to a secret forest and watch the two of them have a sweet picnic together.

Leon is being his caring and gentle self. Feeding baked desserts and sweets to his h/c darling while peppering his face and cheeks with small kisses, a deep purr rumbling contently in the larger omega's chest as he buried his face into the other's neck. And in return to his lover's gestures M/N can't stop the giddy giggles that leave his lips as he lets Leon do whatever he wants. Letting out happy chirps in return to the other's purr.

Their scents wrap into each other creating a warm, sweet and homey scent. The sight would have made even those who had hearts made of stone melt at the cuteness of it.

But Alvar found himself growing unreasonably angry for some reason.

Blinded by rage, the snow haired man walks out from his hiding spot behind a tree. The sudden flare of harsh phermones in the air and a strong månå presence around , gives the two omegas a huge fright.

And before the recessive can even start accusing the h/c man of using black magic on his love, Alvar finds himself nearly losing his head.

The moment he stepped out of his hiding spot , a huge månå blade made of wind lunged towards him with the intent to kill.

If it wasn't for the månå shield device he probably would have been dead by now. His head removed from his body before he even knew what was going on. Yet even with his strong shield the blade still managed to penetrate his barrier and graze his cheek, giving him a small cut.

A cut that had started bleeding red.

He choose to ignore how the blade easily cut down three trees behind him like they were nothing.

He stands their shocked for a few moments. His milky white eyes wide in shock and disbelief as his mind starts running miles a second trying to process what had just happened. It's the foul scent of the formally sweet phermones and a feral growl that snaps him out of it. The harsh wave of bloodlust following after it caused a shiver of fear to go down his spine.

He looked towards the two omegas ready to face the ' devil ' omega head, because even now he still believes that the man is responsible for the attack.

Even though deep down he knows the h/c man does not have the ability to conjure månå spell his mind refuses to think of any other possibility.

Of course it had to be the s/c man who had done it. Leon was to weak hearted to even hurt a fly.

He feels his heart shatter into a million pieces when he realizes that's not the case.

Big e/c eyes filled with fear stare into his own wide eyes. Their owner going to hide himself behind the larger frame of his omegan lover , as he gripped the back of the other man's robe tightly.

M/N. The one Alvar had been condemning this whole time was the one who looked like a scared rabbit.

And for a brief moment he couldn't understand why. Because he can still feel the killing intent in the air.

It wasn't until he looked over at the person who was protectively standing guard of the h/c that he realized how wrong he had been with his early assumptions.

Leon. His pure and kind beloved was the one glaring daggers at him and snarling at his presence like an animal.

The scene he was seeing completely destroyed the image of the weak and frail lilly he had envisioned Leon to be.

The blue haired man seemed to snap out of his feral daze as he starts to spurt out apologies towards the Pope, but with how he doesn't once leave his position standing protectively in front of the h/c man Alvar can tell he doesn't mean a word he says.

If anything the look in his eyes blunty tells the alpha that he's not wanted their and he should be going back to where he belongs, but the apologies still fly out none the less

Alvar felt his blood boil at the thought of being inferior to the h/c omega. He wanted to scream at the both of them and demand to know what their relationship is! Wanted to put them in their place by telling the Saint he had a duty to remain pure to the temple and the discarded Emperor that he was supposed to remain faithful to his husband!

" oh I'm so sorry Ally... " All the anger in his vains disappeared instantly once he heard the nicknames the blue haired omega had given to him. A jolt of pleasure going down his spine when the pretty man sent him a smile.

Even though said smile didn't reach his eyes

" ...but could ask you to keep I and lords L/N's relationship a secret ? We really don't want any else to know about this. I trust you that's why I'm asking you for such a big favour "

The blue haired omega purred out his words gently, but even a fool could tell they was no meaning in them other than telling the Pope to mind his own business.

Still Alvar found himself nodding his head to the man's request.

He could never say no to his beloved.

Even if it killed him watching the man be happy with someone else.

Basil

The pink haired recessive alpha doesn't think to much of it when the pretty saint starts to visit his master in their small mansion at the far edged of the imperial palace grounds.

He even gets worried about him the first time he came asking for his h/c master, because a large part of him was so sure his lord would pour the anger of his failing marriage between him and that bastard's emperor's failing marriage onto the innocent man.

Much to his surprise M/N had received the man with a giddy smile and excitement resembling that of a pup on a suger rush. The intial shock about the whole situation wears off quick when he chalks up their meeting to political things or his lord having matters to deal with in the holy temple and they had simply sent Saint Leon as a representative.

Is also weirded out by the lack of knights and temple attendants that are meant to be following the pretty omega. Leon was the Empire's treasure and so not seeing him with guards was going to be weird and worrisome.

Again his nerves calm down when the saint tells him that his meetings with his h/c were private and all the guards would draw attention. So taking the words saint's words to heart the recessive alpha believed him without any questions. Besides now that his master was busy he could now focus trying to break his oath to that devil omega.

Once he breaks the stupid oath he would try to woo the pretty saint. He knew he wasn't as rich or influential as the other people chasing him, but Basil was sure that his love would win!

But watching from the small gap of the door leading to his master's bedroom that dream became shattered.

" M/n gripped his lover's coat for dear life as he buried his face in the larger omega's chest as an attempt to hide the red blush dusting his cheeks, stuttering out answers and letting out small whines of embarrassments at the other's teasing, but his current position wouldn't let him getting away.

Leon couldn't stop the smirk that stretched on his thin peach lips as he continued to pepper kisses on the s/c man's neck. He had the man straddling his laps, with one hand on his hips while the other was grabbing fistfuls of the smaller omega' s plump ass. Laughing softly when ever he would squeal when he groped the soft flesh tightly.

Basil watched their display of affection with wide eyes, his baby blue hues filled with disbelief and heart break.

Purple amethyst eyes darted over to directly at him spooking the knight slightly and the glare that followed behind it told him to shut his mouth.

Then the realization finally dawned on Basil that his unrealistic dream life would continue to remain that way and that if he now wanted to continue his normal life in reality he had to wake up.

If not the holy Saint would make sure he sleeps forever. "

Louis

( This is his face claim, but he has emerald green eyes )

Like Alvar he finds about the two by mistake in the hidden garden of the holy temple.

Came looking for some herbs to create a new concoction and saw the two making flower crowns under the moonlight.

The obvious loving manner with how the blue haired saint handles the discarded Emperor is Louis needs to see to know what's going on.

Unlike the first two who were in denial, louis is quick to figure out their relationship.

And unlike the first two he is the only one who visibly and verbally gets angry.

Once he sees them he's comes stopping out of his hiding place ready to tear his darling away from that dirty devil omega.

And once again unlike Alvar, he doesn't see the månå blade charging at him nor is he able to dodge the attack.

He's in half and bleeding out before he can even start a disturbance.

" Leon throws a scowl at the body. He had been quick to end the man before he caused a ruckus. So quick that M/N didn't even know what was going on. The other still innocently weaving his flower crown.

The blue haired omega clicked his tongue silently in annoyance knowing the man's sudden disappearance would cause a small ruckus on the temple grounds, but he knew that in two / three days the matter would die down.

The blond man hadn't been important to warrant any deep investigation. But this would serve as a lesson that he had to be more careful. "

Louis last thoughts would probably be wondering why he couldn't feel his legs anymore before bleeding out

Marrav

This motherfucker wouldn't be able to tell anything would be going on.

Even if Leon and M/N were to act to ' friendly ' in front of him, his dumb dominant alpha brain would chalk it up to M/N trying to gain his favor by becoming friends with Leon.

Like these two can get away with doing small pda gestures and he wouldn't think anything of it other than be possessive of the blue haired omega.

The only annoying thing would be him snatching Leon away from the M/N so the he and the pretty saint can be alone.

And unlike the others who found out by mistake Marrav would be completely left in the dark, because he fully believes that M/N is still stupidly in love with him and he's absolutely sure that Leon loves him and would never betray him.

Even if he's siblings and mother voice their concern on the twos closeness he would simply brush it off without thinking on the matter.

When things are too late is when he laments to himself that he probably should have listened.

" The former dominant alpha Emperor who was feared around the whole of ira, had been reduced to a malnourished sack of bones. His once inky long black locks had been messily chopped and was dirty. His body reeked of feces and foul sewage water. If he had known things would turn out like this he would have acted quickly in the signs.

His hazy silver eyes looked up to stare at the imposter sitting on his throne.

Leon out of his Saint uniform was cladded in clothing and jewelry meant for an Emperor. The sweet smile that Marrav had fallen in love with was gone from his face and what replaced it was a cocky smirk.

Sitting on his thighs was Marrav's ex-husband M/N ,who was dressed and dolled up in the prettiest clothing and jewelry that accentuated the h/c man's beauty and showed off his pretty body.

The disgraced Emperor watched with regret as the blue haired omega nuzzled the s/c man's cheeks, before bringing his lips closer to meet his in sensual kiss.

Leon glanced at Marrav while he did this, his purple eyes lightning up when he noticed the anger shaking off the alpha's pathetic form.

Marrav wanted to scream and curse the Saint- NO!!. The man was no saint.

He was a blue haired devil that had bewitched his innocent M/N

But his dehydrated throat wouldn't let him. The anger that had been fuming in his body disappeared and he felt the weakness of his malnourished body mock him.

The last thing he remembered hearing before passing out was Leon ordering his execution.

If only he had loved his husband and treated him right then the misfortune he was going through would have been avoided ".

[touchmycoat]

Shitty comic transmigration, fake white lotus!SJ AU

There were servants, and silk, and sunlight.

"Good morning, Young Master Shen. Did you have a good rest?"

And there was this comic.

"...Mmh, yes. Thank you."

The comic told a tale of romance and triumph over lofty class disparity and illustrated, at one point, the bedroom of the main antagonist--the treasured son of a merchant so wealthy that his political clout sometimes outweighed that of the nation's Emperor's. That bedroom was the quintessential embodiment of that power, sculpted out of pale birch, marble, and imported ivory. It was dustless and glowed with the gentle warmth that only the magnificently wealthy could afford.

"Where would Young Master like to take breakfast today?"

Shen Yuan's attention lingered on the intricately pale room surrounding him, gaze filled not with covetousness but with mild exasperation.

"Right here is fine. Ming Fan?"

"Yes, Young Master?"

He managed to turn the twitch of his lips into a smile when the servant answered to the name. Alright. Alright.

"Wasn't there a super expensive tea gifted to us recently? I'll have that please."

He could deal with this.

//

Shen Yuan's general opinion on the comic was that it was a damn shame how it played out. He'd been ready to look past the uninspired and vague setting and all the tropey character executions because of one thing--that truly brilliant kernel of an idea at the very heart of the story.

What if the white lotus main character was acting all along?

What if, in the classic tale of the saintly poor underdog defeating evil aristocratic entitlement to secure his place on a royal throne, the underdog was every bit as manipulative and nasty as his antagonists?

Enter Shen Jiu, street rat and dreamer of grandeur far beyond his station. Enslaved at a young age, Xiao Jiu was one day suffering yet another very public and humiliating dressing down when Young Master Shen happened to be dining in town. Irked by the noise, Young Master Shen had in turn publicly humiliated Qiu Jianluo, Xiao Jiu's master, which Qiu Jianluo could do nothing but take given the difference in their stations. Of course, later that day, Qiu Jianluo took all his fury out on Xiao Jiu, a session of brutal torture that ultimately became the last straw. Xiao Jiu killed Qiu Jianluo, burned down the Qiu estate, and escaped to the Capital. He found grunt work for room and board at one of the Shen Empire's pig farms and for legal ease, took on the Shen surname.

Then he began scheming. His target was Young Master Shen, who by all accounts was careless with his privilege at best, destructive at worst. Shen Jiu may carry scars from Qiu Jianluo's whips, but he attributed them to Young Master Shen. How was it that some people could be born into nothing but wealth, comfort, and luxury, while others had to suffer the burden of their existence? Why did Young Master Shen get the banquet halls, the expensive robes, the handsome Crown Prince fiance while Shen Jiu got beaten, used, and thrown away?

Shen Jiu decided with the taking of his surname that he would usurp all that Young Master Shen had for himself. Why not? Had Young Master Shen done anything to deserve his privilege? Would anything Shen Jiu do make him undeserving of that same privilege, more undeserving than Young Master Shen?

That was the bit of the story that got Shen Yuan hooked.

The rest of the comic, unfortunately, was seemingly dedicated to undermining all the murky ethics and tangled potentiality of that single bit. After the reveal of Shen Jiu's true nature (in chapter three--that should've been Shen Yuan's first clue that the pacing was going to fail him), the narrative quickly devolved into recycled harem dynamics and tired romance tropes. Poor Shen Jiu was given nothing but a few ominous panels of him smirking past a veil of tears, and Young Master Shen was nothing more than an automaton set to rinse and repeat Humiliation Plot A, B, or C, and get humiliated in turn by a member of Shen Jiu's sparkly boy-harem following a timely rescue of Shen Jiu from that plot.

To say that Shen Yuan had been disappointed would be an understatement.

But that didn't mean Shen Yuan wanted to be transported into this story and take the place of Young Master Shen, way past the point in the story where he'd invoked Shen Jiu's ceaseless retribution. He had actually always rooted for Shen Jiu; as a fuerdai himself, Shen Yuan had been morbidly invested in Shen Jiu's plot to yank this Young Master Shen from his high horse and drag his body three times around the city walls to boot. It was far from sainthood but would it have been wrong? Shen Yuan wanted to know.

...He wanted to know a little less, now that it was his metaphorical corpse on the line. Or perhaps real corpse--there had been a line implying Young Master Shen's suicide at the end of the comic. Forgive Shen Yuan if he wasn't so keen on fulfilling the role of Shen Jiu's punching bag.

So what was he to do? Assuming the worst, Shen Jiu had the protagonist halo and Shen Yuan couldn't just be rid of him. Hug his thighs? No no, from what Shen Yuan knew of Shen Jiu's backstory, their dark protagonist was a hundred percent the type to take every advantage he could from Shen Yuan's capitulation. What Shen Jiu wanted wasn't just the riches, after all, but Young Master Shen's psychological destruction. The moment Shen Yuan started begging for mercy, Shen Jiu wouldn't let him stop.

That left only one option: play Shen Jiu's game all while not worsening Shen Jiu's resentment toward him until he could convince Shen Jiu that destroying Young Master Shen wasn't what he truly wanted. That had to be it, right? Yeah yeah, he may have to take some pain to absolve Shen Jiu's old and frankly warranted grudge (stupid cocky Young Master Shen--couldn't he have just bought and freed Xiao Jiu and called it a day?!), but surely at the end of it all, Shen Jiu's character arc was about building his own life back up from ashes and finding true emotional fulfillment? And romantic love? He had all those pretty-boys dancing around for his attention after all.

All Shen Yuan had to do was ensure Shen Jiu proceeded down that narrative path, and maybe squirrel away a rainy day fund he could take on the run, just in case his father's trade empire truly had to collapse. Shen Yuan hardly needed ivory and marble. A nice little house with all the necessities for life would do.

His mind made up, Shen Yuan stood with a self-affirming nod. Ming Fan immediately clapped his hands.

"Bring them in!"

Servants swarmed with five sets of luxurious designer robes, dripping in rich colors with jewelry in jade and precious metals to match. Shen Yuan blinked, and blinked some more.

Ming Fan, reading his hesitation as dissatisfaction, quickly explained, "that damn sewing house wasn't able to finish the vermillion one in time tonight, but they assure it will be ready in time for the imperial banquet. Would Young Master like me to go 'persuade' them to work faster? That vermillion truly was amazing on Young Master--"

"No, Ming Fan, these will be fine," Shen Yuan absently interrupted. He'd zoned out for the majority of Ming Fan's explanation as to what these outfits were even for, but Shen Yuan had enough context clues to guess he was prepping for a banquet. Hang on, a vermillion designer gown unfinished for some reason? Oh, this must be the banquet where--

Shen Yuan considered the options before him with a little more intent. He thought about color theory. And symbolism.

"The white one with the pale green," he decided. The servants holding the pieces he did not choose quickly filed out, leaving only the garment that Ming Fan was now lifting.

"Excellent choice, Young Master," Ming Fan gushed, smoothing a hand over the fabric and bringing jade piece after jade piece up against it. There was a jade-handle paper fan among the accessories and Shen Yuan picked it up, intrigued. "Young Master will look like a veritable--"

"White lotus?"

Ming Fan nodded enthusiastically, and Shen Yuan hid a chuckle behind the fan. Well. His end goal was Shen Jiu's absolution and happiness, but it didn't mean he couldn't have some fun with irony on the way there.

[milkbreadtoast]

Your ouran thoughts are so *chef's kiss* thank you for pointing out the whole haruhi gender thing bc as a trans person myself it always rubbed me the wrong way too how it got treated

🥹🥹🥹THANK U FOR READING MY OURAN THOUGHTS... this is 1 of the first animes ive ever watched so its rly formative/influential for me and ive rewatched it several times over the yrs and noticed more things and watched my opinions of the show and charas grow and change... Haruhi is 1 of my first encounters(actually i think the first) w a nonbinary chara in media and I love everything about their chara and the way they were written (and I love the whole concept of them being the protag of a shoujo harem anime despite being nonbinary and very aro/ace... a host who woos girls at that)... I especially love the way she doesnt change herself for anyone, keeps being authentically herself the entire anime in a way that touches and changes the rest of the cast too... like 1 little detail that symbolizes this well is the personal pronouns they use in jp... Altho they tried using "ore" a few times causing tamaki to freak out (HE SHOULDVE LET HER😒).. the main personal pronoun they use is "jibun"(lit: self, oneself), and it's a gender neutral pronoun... and importantly, they consistently use "jibun", whether it's before becoming a host(in middle school, when passing/being seen as a "girl"), as a host(while passing/being seen as a "boy"), and just out in daily life... Just as she doesnt change herself or act differently in all those contexts, and is just authentically herself, regardless of how people see her... and consistent with her belief that gender and outward appearance doesn't matter, it's one's personality/who they are underneath that does...

Haruhi and Tamaki form strong narrative parallels to each other because they both suddenly came into the lives of all the other host club members, were able to see them for who they really are (and not just the facade they put on for others), and just by being their genuine selves, touch and impact them deeply, even alter the course of their lives (some more than others, like tamaki for kyouya and haruhi being the first 1 to be able to differentiate the twins)..... And this is why I think it's... unfortunate that Tamaki was written the way he was, as so close-minded in his views on gender(and sexuality), bc 1 of the core traits of his character is being otherwise open minded and extremely empathetic... the dichotomy of his chara is despite being a "vain idiot" obsessed w looks and himself, he still shows this surprising depth and ability to read others... And of course I don't think it's surprising at all for him to have these transphobic and homophobic views, given he's a teen with a rich sheltered upbringing and all, so it was prob just. Sigh. ingrained in him bc thats how he was raised but.... narratively, with the way his character is otherwise so open (and bro is literally bi too😭) it really is unfortunate... Like his openmindedness is 1 of the strongpoints of his character (like how he wasn't put off at all when he saw Kyouya's "true face"...) And I think it goes against his nature, so I hope that once he gets older he starts to listen to the trans/nb/gnc ppl in his life and change his views... LIKE HARUHI... WHICH IS WHY ITS SO STRANGE. That he never once listens to them abt their gender the entire series... and he cares abt her sm YET doesnt listen and repeatedly, stubbornly tells her shes wrong and that she needs to be more feminine.... ugh. Yeah it's painful... And then with the way the manga ends with haruhi marrying tamaki and having babies and growing her hair out and becoming more feminine, as if it was all just a phase... *Agonized* ...Tbh I really do think. That this is the product of the (presumably cis) author not knowing enough abt the trans(/queer/lgbt) experience to know what to do with the amazing, nonconforming characters they created... I really do feel like if Ouran was an anime made today, and the author was more informed about LGBT issues and experiences, Tamaki could've been written differently and maybe more accepting and open toward's Haruhi's views on gender... Sigh... Anyway rip. Tfw a work so virulently transphobic and homophobic and a product of its time can also have some of the most compelling trans and gay characters and have sm poignant scenes that stand the test of time... Ouran my problematic beloved 🥲🥹

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Bad Temptation : VII |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

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“Pass?

- Here it is!”

Taehyung proudly displayed the press invitation hand-delivered to him by Jungkook, who had more than explicitly asked him to come and cover the biggest event of the century there, as he had promised only a week before, when Taehyung's article had come out, he had announced the event: the takeover of the Jeon company by the youngest member of the family. It was a highly prized event, with a code of ethics peculiar to vampires, and all races of mystics were invited, leaving Heaven Town's elite to strut their stuff with their heads held high. Rarely were humans allowed past the doors of the reception hall, so whispers were already being heard as Taehyung picked up his official press bracelet. It was an intimidating atmosphere, the kind that grabs you by the throat, as Taehyung makes his way between all the people present, with difficulty, everyone curious to get a glimpse of this human. The pressure builds in Taehyung's ears, stronger and stronger, until the hand of someone well known rests against his back, the smell of flowers and babies intoxicating him before he even realizes who is behind his back.

“- Come on, have a little common sense, give Mr. Kim a break, will you? The interviews don't start for another hour, so you'll have plenty of time to feast your eyes on him then.

- Mr. Jeon…

- Call me Jungkook, you're here as my friend.”

Taehyung blushed, friends, he wasn't really sure he could wear that label, they didn't do half the things they did with his friends, at least he'd never done it that way with Jimin. At the thought of his best friend, Taehyung became curious; he'd said he'd been invited, of course, and had been forced to come by his boss. So he went around the heads, escaping Jeon's surveillance, who until now had kept a barrier around him, as if he were afraid someone would jump out at him. A thin smile passes his lips when he finally meets the slightly frustrated gaze of the now blond-haired man. Jimin seems to light up completely at the sight of Taehyung, and he abandons the hors d'oeuvres and various petit fours, to join him in a friendly embrace.

“- So the rumors were true, you really were officially invited by Mr. Jeon. The first human journalist invited to this event. A class act.

- Don't exaggerate. Come on. There were… Absolutely no one else.

- Exactly, no one else has ever been invited here.”

Taehyung had always heard about him from Jimin, but had never actually seen him. He was shorter than he'd thought, red hair, icy eyes, a burgundy-red suit that set off his slim hips. Yoongi was a ghost, which meant he must have died violently, and Taehyung had read when he was younger that he had committed suicide by setting fire to himself in his apartment. On the evenings of the full moon, so once a month, the spectres took on the form of their dead, thus confirming whether or not the death was the right one. Not everyone became a specter, so when the presence of the elder of the great family dissipated, another took his place. Yoongi would sit at the table of seven for two centuries, before he had to give way. Two thousand years of power, without a comma, Taehyung found the rules fascinating, but he'd never sought to know any more. Yoongi wasn't known for his unbridled carnal passion, or for his shameless frolicking like some others, Hoseok for example, who was known for his numerous female companions, bribing them to join his harem, making them work for him as prostitutes. Demons weren't entirely known for their savoir vivre, nor their good sitting, but Hoseok didn't break the rule, and shamelessly revelled in his notoriety with women.

“- But that doesn't mean you're welcome here.

- I'll take your word for it, Mr Min, don't worry.

- Perfect. Jimin, don't forget the files for tomorrow morning, and don't drink too much.”

Like the specter he is, Yoongi disappears through the crowd, obviously proud of having made his little comments, Jimin raises his eyes to the sky, letting out an expletive about his boss, before blowing through his nose, resuming his eternally adorable smile as he looks again at his best friend.

“- Don't mind him, he's back from the dead even more embittered than when he was alive. Shall we go round the buffets?

- Please.”

They went from confectionery, to petit fours, to the banquet prepared by the city's best restaurateurs, the ghoul family, led by Kim Seokjin, the chef. The evening was quiet, everyone chatting away, and the little human wasn't on everyone's lips for a long time, much to his delight. Until he met the hard gaze of a man he hadn't noticed until now. A shiver ran down his spine as Jimin smiled.

“- Taehyung, I'd like you to meet the most sought-after sorcerer of them all, Mr. Damarro Heisukei, professor of sorcery at the Sorcerer's University.

- I'm delighted to meet the man everyone's been talking about, and it's always good to have a face to put on a pseudonym.

- Nice to meet you too, Mr. Damarro. Elyzabeth speaks very highly of you.

- My wife is a charming woman, isn't she?”

It was a lie, Elyzabeth never talked about her husband at all, the proof being Jimin hadn't even introduced him as such, but Taehyung smiled politely, something about this man gave him the creeps, a sort of bad feeling, as if this guy had something on his mind, all the time.

“- Fortunately, the new generation is opening up more and more, and it's good not to have the same faces all the time. A little new blood never hurts.

- What a strange turn of phrase, you're making vampires out to be simple people devoted to incest.

- Isn't that why the company skips a generation?”

Taehyung had never seen him before, and from Jimin's look, he didn't really know who he was either. He didn't have any of the basic features of vampires, or sorcerers for that matter. Ghouls had rather gray skins. The pinkness of his, his blond hair and his slight smirk, proved that he was more of a zombie. But Taehyung's journalistic soul got the better of him, his eyes lighting up at the big bombshell Mr. Damarro had just dropped. An incest story, it was a scoop that fell from the sky, without him even having to ask. But he remained silent, knowing to stay in his place so as not to get into trouble.

“- Only rumors, nothing more. Don't sully the Jeon name at one of their events, will you?

- I'm just saying out loud what everyone else is thinking.

- Take care of yourself, Mr. Damarro. Your family has already sullied its name, and you were lucky to get up so quickly, so don't lose your chance. The fall from the podium hurts.”

The threat is clear in the zombie's voice, and Heisukei turns pale, pinches his lower lip, before simply nodding, smiling less sincerely, more shyly.

“- You're right, that comment wasn't entirely appropriate, please excuse me. Not that the conversation's unpleasant, but I have to go. Mr. Kim, Jimin.”

Heisukei leans in respectfully, raising his glass of champagne, before turning away to join another part of the crowd. Taehyung and Jimin remain silent, watching the Zombie, who breathes softly before smiling a truer smile, his gaze settling on Taehyung, glowering at him, before simply turning his back as well and disappearing. That look Taehyung hadn't been able to decipher, he pinched his lower lip, but didn't have time to really wonder, Jungkook appeared in front of him, a breath passing his lips before he gave a much more charming smile.

“- Are you coming? The event's about to start.”

[fangs-claws-paws]

Silken Cell

1, 2, 7, and 15

From this ask game

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

A couple different things inspired me to write this fic. Frustration at the lack of mpreg content regarding specific content I liked, such as armor/gear with an emphasis on helmets as at the time all I could find was supernatural or teen wolf mpreg fics, and I only read them because I would just replace the characters with characters I thought of while I was reading them out of sheer desperation. Also I was frustrated how the male character who got mpregged would suddenly act like a stereotype of pregnant women, and that bothered me because I felt/still feel that being pregnant doesn't automatically make you act like that. Also one fic I read really peeved me, in that the first chapter was the standard rape/non-con and I didn't mind, but the second chapter really wanted us to feel bad that the victim didn't want the attention of the rapist afterwards. It was just so odd and really rubbed me the wrong way that I started making up A Silken Cell in my head as my own bizarre train of thought regarding what I liked in a fic that focused on rape. One other factor that contributed to me posting it was my then boyfriend happened to share the same mpreg kink as me, so I'd end up sexting him random blurbs of either canon characters I wanted mpregged, or an extremely rough version of A Silken cell. He encouraged me to start writing A Silken Cell and helped proof-read some of the early chapters. Unfortunately most of those blurbs no longer exist both because he changed phone numbers and I changed phones so any texts have been lost, and the rest were posted in the text chat for Teamspeak that no longer exists.

2: What scene did you first put down?

Honestly the first scene I wrote was in fact chapter 1. Writing stuff out of order never really works for me tbh, it just gives my brain instant gratification and then it never wants to work on the rest of it. I have a couple fics stuck as disjointed pieces cuz of trying that method. Now technically the first scene that I ever made in my head was an alternate path for Baldarich that I didn't go with in the end. In that Baldarich was a Blood Angel instead of a Dark Angel, and while he was also killed by Ansovald instead of being for aborting his children it was because the Blood Angel kept having miscarriages. I didn't go with this both because Blood Angels have the Black Rage, which I feel is a recipe for disaster in the harem, and I liked a more resistant harem member to contrast with the submission of Caedmon and Azad.

7: Where did the title come from?

The title I came up with just based on what I felt described Caedmon's situation with enough brevity to sound interesting, he is trapped in what amounts to an extremely fancy prison cell. It was only a couple weeks after posting it and googling the title that I realized there was a song that went by the same name, and while it certainly fits the vibe of the fic, that's mostly coincidental

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Honestly one of the biggest things I've learned is my brain can hold onto the story for a shockingly long amount of time without ever touching it. As I recalled what I wanted to do after my 2-3 year hiatus as clearly as when I had just put it down. Which is extremely funny as - fun fact - there is no written outline or planning sheets for this fic, all the information is stored in my brain and nowhere else. So if I were to somehow lose my memory, there would be no information as to the direction I had planned the fic to go in. Might come back to bite me in the ass, but we'll see.

[madame-ellunas-moonlit-readings]

SVSSS - Vol. 1 - Chapter 1 - Scum

Part 1

So I reached the first break line and wow, this MC is really something.

After reading up to the bit Shen Yuan where first faints after his transmigration, and I gotta say......his poker face? Legendary. His nigh instant adaptiveness? Amazing. His ability to subtly, quickly and easily settle his mind? Absolutely envious. Stellar acting skills and memory too.

Really makes me curious about his background. How he spent his life on Earth. I mean, I know he's the youngest son and second youngest child of a wealthy family, but surely it takes more than that.

I'll admit I prefer the donghua opening to this one. The bitchiness just makes it. But this one is good too. I have to agree with Shen Yuan (SY) on the harem aspect, I wonder what happened to all those women. Makes you curious about the other plot holes and red herrings he mentioned.

As for the upset over cultivators still eating and sleeping, I'm going to put it down to hedonism and the preservation of ones humanity and sanity. I mean, can you imagine a life without dreams or chocolate‽ Is it possible? Yes. Do I really need them? No. Am I going to stop anytime soon? Not a chance in hell.

It's interesting how they made Luo Binghe (LBH) a little bit crooked even before he meets the main villain, the first Shen Qinqqiu (OG!SQQ). It means the man doesn't have full blame for what became of the child. A lot of it, maybe even most of it, but not all of it. Now Shen Yuan as Shen Qingqiu (SY!SQQ) gets to deal with the ramifications of that.

I love how SY has a game plan for a potential transmigration. Now there's a fan for you. 😁 Interesting how it says SY suffered a high fever that made him sleep a while. I could swear I heard it was a qi deviation.

That System siren sounds awful. 100 police car sirens and a herd of divine beasts. Ouch. 😬 Poor man. Good luck with the OOC function. Guess that memory of his will be put to good use.

And Yue Qingyuan (YQY) seems to be a bit of an abuse enabler. A sweetie to SQQ, but a leader who's both knowingly and willingly allowing a child of his sect to be abused by a member of authority. I don't know if I like him yet. We'll see.

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The rest of the chapter (3 more parts) is under the keep reading link because 4 parts made for a long post 😅

Part 2

I love SY just internally squeeing at LBH despite how terrified the poor man is. Fanboy much? Such fancy compliments, if only Binghe could hear them.

The comparison of OG!SQQ to a courtyard-complex concubine is interesting. I wonder if he feels trapped. He's certainly bitter. And fearful for his position since the medicine excuse worked. How curious. It'll be fun to see where the story takes that character.

SY's thought process is funny. So dramatic. 😂 And at the same time as admiring LBH he's quietly analysing the situation and characters. Not to mention digging up the System's loopholes. He's quite the multitasker. Sharp minded.

Both LBH and Ming Fan are just there in the background going 'wtf is going on here, what happened to shizun'. If only they knew.

Part 3

"Shen Qingqiu was an easygoing person" No honey, you're a 'fuck it, so be it' person. Seriously though, adopting that name as his own already. So adaptable. I know I said it earlier, but this part really does show how well he assesses and breaks down a situation before setting up a clear game plan. He's definitely intelligent.

It'll be fun when he unfreezes the OOC function. Especially since others are already noticing his odd behaviour as it is. Not only was there Binghe and Ming Fan earlier, now his other disciples are looking at him with "wavering faces".

I know he said it was for self-defence, and he listed some very good reasons, but there is no way him wanting to try out is sword nigh immediately after an extensive cramming session wasn't him being a big child getting excited over a cool fantasy weapon. Boys and their toys, really. He went for the sharp leaves pretty quickly too. The leaves show his genuine love for worldbuilding too. Guy saw the MC woo ladies with a cool spell and went 'cool, what else can it do?'. Scared the shit out of himself with both too. 🤣

Ngl, it's hilarious watching him compare LBH to the side characters. Looks at Binghe, 'wow, what a mind, what a heart, such enlightenment, so bright I can barely look at him', looks at Ning Yingying (NYY), 'so young, so silly, little EQ, little IQ, so sweet but so slow', looks at Ming Fan and crew, 'very dumb, dumb and dumber, too pampered, headed for ruin, rip children'. Then there's his view of OG!SQQ. A creepy, old, lecherous hypocrite worthy of castration. A terrible authority who likes beating up young boys and trying to assault Ning Ying Ying. Best of luck Shen Yuan. That's you now.

His take on NYYs behaviour with LBH is curious. I wonder how much of it comes from his little sister, from PIDW or from webnovel tropes in general. I'm guessing it's mainly his sister from how he went into how little girls want a something of their crush's to feel special. There's also LBH's short responses towards her.

And PIDW, wow. I'm kinda curious how the author kept the story going for 200+ years. There's an achievement right there. Not to mention binging that brick in just 20 days. That's what? 10 years worth of story per day? And he still remembers these details? Even if they're a little suppressed at first that's impressive. I wonder what happened in those 200 years for SY to be so focussed on the fake jade pendant, sad origin story aside. LBH must have found it eventually for the frame of reference to exist.

It's kinda fun seeing him speak all fanficy, lingo wise. It's not something you usually see in a novel. He definitely reads fanfics. If he's not read any PIDW fics yet it's only because he died before he could get to it. You can't convince me otherwise. Don't even bother.

I am noticing the distance he's putting between himself and the story. Like when he watched the fight scene from the novels and treated it like peeking into the filming of a screenplay. He still seems fairly focussed on LBH though. And his expected behaviour being to abuse children. Compartmentalisation? If so that's interesting. That's a habit more common in those with anxiety, trauma and the like. So unless the transmigration is the trauma, that says something.

LBH has started noticing him back. First the medicine, now he's caught onto the bloody leaves.

Swapping one green treasure for another.

Part 4

Poor Shen Yuan. He's got his first beginner mission. No more laying about for him. At least he'll be able to shrug off the OOC restriction soon.

It is nice that SY has been able to relax and recuperate thanks to the Sect Leader's (in my opinion, overbearing) doting, and that SY is taking comfort in all the brotherly love. Unfortunate that he still can't see YQY as a person rather than a character. The man straight up got called a mission giving NPC. So the emotional distancing is definitely still there. Wonder how long that'll hold. It's fair enough though, it would be a difficult transition.

Ming Fan is surprisingly capable too, if he has some level of control of all the Peak's runnings. Guess he wasn't just given a good rank because OG!SQQ liked his bullying tactics. Pity he's a dumbass when LBH's around, or worse, when Ning Yingying's around. Guess he's at his 'dumb for girl' teen stage. Well, everyone gets a free dumb teen pass. Not for bullying, but considering the authority in charge isn't just ignoring or encouraging the behaviour, but straight up instigating, he at least gets a little leeway.

The random practicality that comes with the living part of living in a fantasy world is funny. Poor SY doesn't get to play with the flying part of his sword just yet. The System snarking back at Shen Yuan using Harry Potter and flying brooms as an example just makes that scene. And him asking if the System was involved with that story too. I love it.

I'll have to go look for some HP/SVSSS crossover fanfics later.

The worldbuilding that comes with that practicality is right up my alley. Love worldbuilding. Love adding feigned realism to utterly unrealistic fantastical stories. Love seeing the organisational systems of our main groups. Love seeing the interactions and impact of story elements on the world.

This part gives us why people don't fly anywhere, how and when the disciples of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect get their swords. Which showed us the practicality of passing down swords vs each member getting a fancy new one. That must save so much money. And a more developed if crude, Harry Potter-esque explanation on how and why the sword choosing works. Did anyone else read that 'the sword chooses the disciple' bit in Ollivander's voice?

We also got the idea of how the Sect travels with carriages and horses, their influence in the world, and their wealth. We're peeking into the wider world now too. If they're the top, who's under them? The trip to the city will show us more of the common world. And the new demon, the Skinner, that even Shen Yuan doesn't know anything of, will give us a good glimpse of what the cultivators are up against and what they consider training-wheels level.

This brings up five points, a look into OG!SQQ, behaviour on Qing Jing Peak involving LBH, the Skinner demon, Shen Yuan himself and the System as part of the world. I'll start with OG!SQQ.

This trip showed us what was normal for that man, or in Shen Yuan's words, the 'original flavour'. Several tea-sets, a jade chess set that goes everywhere despite it's rare use, any and all manner of comforts that shocks even a self-admitted wealthy second gen kid. Could just be me, but this guy reeks of a bourgeoisie. Not just the technical definition but the cultural one. The sort that gets rich after a poor or mundane life and overcompensates so hard they make a complete ass of themselves to everyone in what they think is a normal or acceptable display of newfound wealth and power.

Then there's the Skinner demon. We've not seen much of this one yet so I don't know much, but it is freaky. And also curious. 9 deaths thus far via a brutal method where the skin is removed from a body so cleanly it would make a surgeon jealous. Which is what got me curious. Do you think a Skinner demon could focus that skill on smaller selected parts for surgery? Like skin grafting or removing it out of the way for organ surgery. Especially if it can put it back just as cleanly. What a gruesome case for our sheltered MC to start with.

Next there's what counts as usual and acceptable behaviour on Qing Jing Peak under OG!SQQ's command. The disciples treat extreme abuse of Binghe as an expected everyday behaviour. No wonder PIDWs LBH was so vicious. When Shen Yuan found a natural way to put an end to it the ringleaders nonsense, he thought it was an encouragement of their behaviour. Which he then added onto later, moving from taunting to abuse, kicking up dirt into him and terrorising him. We also saw Ning Yingying felt perfectly safe and confident to call SQQ out on his bullshit to his face. LBH also showed us the effects of it, like his blanking face when waiting for more abuse from SQQ. The trauma is strong with this one. Followed by everyone's shock when LBH got a free pass onto the carriage.

Which leads us to Shen Yuan. He is sneaky smart. He was probably sassing the System because he's a ball of sass, but he was paying very close attention to how it worked, what he could and couldn't get away with. He did so well he even had well enough idea of it's weak points to flat out defeat it in an argument and get his way. It sulked later, that -5 points was pure pettiness on its part, but what a job well done. As sassy and critical as he is (poor NYY, may you never hear his thoughts), he's also such a fanboy! If only LBH could hear him, compliments everywhere and any excuse to see or help him.

My guy, you are not just scared of him.

Nor is Binghe for that matter. Such pretty and effusive descriptions of his good-looking Shizun. And the little heart prickle at Shizun's laughter and smile. Awwwww, so cute. You don't know what that feeling is yet but you will.

Lastly, there's the System and its place in the world. Thanks to SYs efforts we're getting an idea of its priorities and how it interacts with the world. He's even managed to get more information out of it. So now we know that the world isn't just the polished (published) version of PIDW, but also the notes, stories and whatnot that didn't make the cut. Having to experience all of it sounds ominous. The System also gave him mission information via files. At first I thought they were computer files but SY said they were all over his desk. Were they scrolls? Manilla files? I'm picturing manilla files. It'd be funny if so.

It's a very scary, knowledgeable and controlling existence with surprising humanity in its communication style. I swear it felt more rote-like earlier. Is it adapting to SY!SQQ?

In Conclusion

So in short, I am loving the worldbuilding, the characters and I find the System fascinating.

I think the MC, Shen Yuan, is intelligent, sassy and very adaptable, though is hiding being one hell of a mental block. Luo Binghe is in various stages of shock and is only in for more, The other disciples are also floundering at signs of what will be the new normal. Ning Yingying is very confident and bold, even in the face of her supposed abuser, though the story says that's naivety.

The System is spooky scary but also fun and interesting. It's also petty but that may or may not be part of what I suspect is it adapting to its user, Shen Yuan, partially through mirroring.

I'm also looking forward to how much this deviates from Shen Yuan's PIDW since the System said he would also see the unpolished, unpublished bits. I mean, I know Binghe becomes a hardcore monogamist for Shen Yuan, but outside of that.

[dino-fart]

Preview of The Fall of a Kingdom

Pairing: Pedro Pascal!Original Character x Female Reader

Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance, Horror

Summary: When a family tragedy happens at the hands of a knight, you, the Queen of the great kingdom of Theus, must act quickly. Your investigations lead you to a kingdom called Auru, where the king is infamous for his harem of brides and his selfish behavior. You decide to infiltrate the kingdom to find some answers about the tragedy and there you meet a knight with a scarred eye. Can you trust him? Can he give you the answers you seek or is he the one responsible?

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“Your majesty...” The adviser began to say. 

“WHAT IS THE NEWS, ADVISER?!” You screamed when you turned around to face the man. 

“M-Majesty...Your sister and her husband...Are...Are dead.” The council gasped and the general looked at you with concern. 

You began to hyperventilate and looked at the adviser again. “She wasn’t just traveling with her husband, she was traveling with her children, our aunt and our grandmother...What of them? How many did you find? How many survivors?” You demanded. 

“Your grace, perhaps we should excuse the court and you should sit down?” The adviser said nervously. 

“Adviser, are you deaf?” 

“N-No, my queen...” 

“Then HOW MANY SURVIVED?!” 

“None! None your grace, they were all murdered!” 

Your eyes grew wide and felt your breath escape you. You turned around to face the fireplace and gripped the mantle. 

“Where are their bodies, adviser? We must get them to have a proper burial.” The general spoke up. The rest of the court was silenced by your anger. 

“There...There are no bodies....” The adviser said. 

“How do you mean?” The general tilted his head. 

“The...The monster that did this....They...They...” 

“Out with it!” One of the council members shouted. 

“They piled the bodies and burned them to a crisp!” The adviser began to weep. The council looked over to you. 

You had your back to everyone, your eyes staring into the flames of the fire. You moved your hand to clench your stomach when you heard that they were burned. You were going to be sick. 

“My queen?” The general said gently and walked over to you. 

You stood up tall and turned around to face everyone, tears falling down your cheeks. “General...I want you to gather your strongest knights and have them scour the land to find out which animal is responsible for this! I want them found and brought to me so that I may burn the flesh off their body!” You growled in anger. 

“It will be done, your highness!” The general bowed to you. 

“Your grace, this is surely an act of war from another kingdom. We must prepare for battle!” One of the council members said. 

“Until we find out who is responsible, we will wait...I will not blindly go to war. But once we found out the kingdom, they will pray that they never swung their swords!” You gritted your teeth and the council agreed. 

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[tokiro07]

Cipher Academy ch. 36 thoughts

[Now That's What I Call "Jumping Ship" 🥸👌🚬]

Yesss...YESSS!!!

One step closer to Anonymity going absolutely head over heels bonkers for Iroha. I'm unfortunately quite confident that they won't be endgame, that'll almost definitely be Toshusai if anyone, but god damn if Anonymity ain't the cutest option

I mean look at her! She's blushing up a storm the entire time, notably more so when she hears Iroha licking the paper. Wonder what went through her head in that moment?

Aside from just gushing about how cut my new favorite couple is, I don't feel like I have a ton to dwell on in this chapter. The main focus I guess is how fun of a protagonist Iroha is and the layers to his character that we get to see here

He's brash enough to go running into danger for a friend, but not so foolhardy that he doesn't set up an escape route beforehand. He's confident and quick to draw conclusions as we've seen in the past, but again as we've seen, this is both a strength and a weakness, as it can often mean that he's reached the wrong conclusion (in this case, assuming that Hakanage is the guard). He can be bashful, but not shameful, standing behind his decisions even if others ridicule him for it

I'm not sure what the general consensus on Iroha is, but I find him extremely charming and endearing. He's a bit of a dope, but he's got a good head on his shoulders and a good heart in his chest. And he's a little bit of a simp. I can sympathize with that

That type of personality is common among harem protagonists, so I think this reinforces the idea that Cipher Academy is eventually going to become a parody of harem manga. The unique part though is the subtle implication that Iroha actually finds the other girls attractive, rather than either being completely unaware of the women he's constantly around or staunchly focused on one specific girl when every other one is constantly breathing down his neck. I think he'd be surprised to learn that any of the girls have a crush on him, but I think he'd be a lot more...I don't know, normal about it than any given harem protagonist would be. Again, he'd be bashful, but he wouldn't act like it completely changes his entire worldview or anything

I also appreciate that Iroha isn't just generically nice; he actually says some pretty rude things offhandedly a lot of the time, and he can be pretty assertive when he wants to be. We've already seen him be influenced by the crueler natures of his classmates, so I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of the series he becomes a bit more ruthless (not evil or anything, just willing to go a bit further than one might expect). That's not the kind of character arc you would expect from a harem protagonist, they usually soften up over time if anything

While I find the "kind guy who helps everyone" to be a perfectly reasonable archetype for a harem protagonist, I think that Iroha is surprisingly a little more believable as someone who would attract the attention of a lot of women, at least in this context. He's kind and capable, but he's also a little airheaded, which allows him to think creatively, which further helps him stand out from the rest of his classmates. He's a bit pathetic at times, but he's also earnest; he makes people want to support him, whether it's to validate his desire to succeed properly or to protect the perceived weaker member of the group. He's unique, he's weird, he's nice, he's dumb, and more importantly, he's surrounded by women who are motivated to achieve, so his base submissive demeanor is probably attractive to them (and his ability to switch to a confident demeanor probably doesn't hurt)

Anyway, I do love that we got an explanation for why Class F was cutting up weeds earlier. I thought they were just being intimidating to ward off anyone who would try to steal their tails, but nope, they were cleverly creating paper to take advantage of a loophole in the rules. I never would have thought to do something like that, but leave it to Nisio to make it work

The other thing of particular note is Hakanage's statement that she "tortured out a ton of lines that [she] wanted to hear." I'm assuming that she means getting to see Anonymity's tsundere act, since we know that she's affiliated with Class F in some way, but I wonder if perhaps she got Iroha to let something important slip in the process? Or if perhaps the insults that Anonymity threw at Iroha were actually codes to transmit information to Hakanage? We still don't know what their relationship is, but I'd be a fool to blindly trust Anonymity

Who knows when we'll find out more about it, but for now we're about to get a look at how Iroha knows Yonakiuguisu, which should be an interesting development for his character arc. It should also be fun to see how Anonymity responds to being the only one privy to whatever that new information is, assuming that we actually get any this time and not just another vague hint of what's to come down the line

Final note: if this series does become a harem manga, I truly hope that Iroha gets the poly ending. I don't want any of the girls who like him to be left out, I'm so attached to all of them already. If he can't though, then just give me Anonymity, she's the best

[homebrewandhypotheticals]

The in-universe reason for her behavior is somehow way weirder than that, actually! This takes a bit of explaining, but I'll try my best to keep it concise.

So, originally, Princess Daphne was meant to be an homage/parody of traditional damsels in distress from classic sword and sorcery stories, in the same way the rest of the game is a parody of those elements (the lair is hyperlethal to a cartoonish degree, Dirk is a overconfident bumbling oaf that acts all stoic until he's actually in danger, most of the monster designs are meant to be evocative of classic Conan or Tarzan foes, etc.)

That's all pretty self evident, Daphne is a giggling ditz that doesn't do anything because the cultural idea of a sword and sorcery damsel in distress is that they're vapid arm candy that only exist to be trophies acquired at the end by dashing protagonists for doing something heroic.

However, when the time came to expand Dragon's Lair into a full franchise with its own TV show (done because the arcade industry was on the brink of collapse, and Don Bluth's video game division needed to scrounge up as much money from the IP as possible to keep itself going) they naturally realized that Daphne had to be an important character in it, and having her original characterization of "being the hot lady that Dirk saves at the end" from the games wouldn't really work for any form of extensive storytelling as a member of an action-comedy cartoon cast (even for a low budget tie-in one in the 80s.) So, they went for a different stock character archetype popular around that time: the put-upon clever female lead that has to wrangle in the stupid men in her life. Basically, the Dragon 's Lair cartoon is just the old Legend of Zelda cartoon, but with the serial numbers filed off and Ganon is a dragon instead of a pig.

Anyways, the show didn't do very well, only getting a single season of thirteen 30 minute episodes, but fans of the franchise DID like elements of it, and it's still treated as a canon prequel. Here's the problem, though: Daphne in the cartoon is a smart, no-nonsense adventurer who's often just as competent as Dirk. So... how does she go from that to the classic Princess Daphne characterization?

The answer is given to us by the Dragon's Lair comics that released to commemorate the series's 20th anniversary back in 2003, and it is...

The Author's Barely Disguised Fetish!

In the comic, Daphne starts out with her cartoon characterization as a spunky tomboy, even repelling an attack by Singe's minions by herself in a prologue story, but eventually does get captured. When she does, they finally explain what that weird-ass bubble prison actually is:

it fucking bimbofies you.

Literally, they describe it as it sapping your intelligence and making you more "frivolous", and make a point to state and show that Singe had used it on plenty of other princesses in the past, keeping them as his private slave harem in his treasure room.

Admittedly, it's a decently clever way to explain why a character would have two different characterizations between their major depictions, it does come off a little weird and tasteless? I'll leave that for the jury to decide, though.

I apologize for this not being as brief as I promised, but I think knowing why an initial characterization happened and then what the later justification for that characterization is was important to discussing it. But for anybody not wanting to sit through the whole blather...

Tl;Dr: Daphne is a weird ditz either because she's just another parody of sword and sorcery tropes OR she's basically a Mid-Bimbofication Princess Zelda, depending if you prefer your explanations Doyleist or Watsonian.

Use this knowledge as you wish, and thank you for reading!

so true

[mogamuncher]

Letters To a Character I Hate

Ryoma Takeharu was sick, he didn't quite know exactly what afflicted him, being young still, his parents and doctors spoke in hushed tones about it. But all the boy knew was that he was eternally confined to a hospital bed, and that his therapist had told him to start writing letters.

Apparently it was supposed to help his morale, and help get closure, though personally Ryoma would like to argue that he didn't need it, and that he was just fine without it. But alas, he was supposed to write letters addressed to either someone or a concept important and conflicting to him.

Ryoma couldn't for the life of him figure out what to write, or to whom. He refused to do it towards his parents or siblings, they literally were right there, if he wanted something out of them he'd just ask, not write a stupid letter (they'd ignore it anyways), not anyone else, as Ryoma has no real friends. Ryoma sure as fuck wouldn't dedicate letters to his bullies, that's another level of pathetic even he wouldn't stoop to.

Instead, he opened his phone to that stupid conflicting little web novel that he both hated and loved, and immediately had an idea.

Ryoma sat up as best he could, the tubes and wiring limiting his movement. He huffed and looked around the room to make sure his parents weren't in here. He didn't want them to know what he was writing. They would never let him live it down.

He held up the pen and paper he was given (by his aforementioned therapist), and began to write. A letter to his favorite, and most hated character, in his favorite and least favorite web novel. . .

•••

Dear Hikari Nanami,

I was advised to write to someone I'm conflicted about, my therapist apparently thinks it'd help with my mental health, though, personally, I call bullshit. I decided to write to you, because it was somehow the least mortifying option out of all the others, can you believe that?

I actually don't know what to write to you, honestly, I guess I could try airing out my grievances with you?

Well, I think you're too handsome, too strong, too nice, too much of a chick magnet, and too perfect! How come you master everything in just one go? That's so stupid, it makes no sense! Also, will you stop leading the women around you on? Just pick one, you oaf!

Is it unreasonable for me to be mad that I have nothing to complain about you outside of how much better you are compared to everyone else? I just think that it's unfair is all, we're both Japanese, aren't we? And yet, while you get isekai-ed into a land of fantasy as the chosen one to get a harem of hot women, I'm left here to rot away in a hospital bed! Leave some good fortune for the rest of us too, you bastard!

I suppose I shouldn't blame you for that, you aren't at fault, you were just written that way. Still, I demand emotional compensation for the turmoil your shenanigans have caused me!

Go to hell, sincerely signed, Ryoma Takeharu.

P.S: I hate how you act like such a good person. No one is that perfect. It pisses me off. Why aren't you ever allowed to experience true hardship? Why are you always so damn positive? How are you so forgiving and accepting? What gives you such a strong will?

. . .Just give me your luck damn it.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

My therapist said I should keep writing, since last time it seemed that the letter helped, so I'm here to complain to you again! I would say sorry, but I don't actually care about how you feel. Even if you were hurt by my letters, you'd probably just be comforted by one of your various harem members anyways.

Speaking of, that's the thing bothering me, it's fine if you have a harem, most protagonists of trashy isekai novels have harems, but did your harem have to be comprised of the most unlikable women ever put to page?!`*

Seriously, they fight each other like a bunch of hissy cats, stomp all over you, get themselves kidnapped or almost killed all the time, are essentially useless despite being powerful, and yet they still expect you to reciprocate their affections! That's just too unreasonable, seriously, why do you even hang out with them at all? You're popular regardless, so can't you just ditch them and get better companions?

That's another thing I just hate about you too, you could easily have friends, you could easily have people love you, meanwhile, I'm stuck having to write a letter to a fictional character! Don't you understand my plight here? This is just too disheartening!

Whatever, get better girlfriends, you dolt.

Signed, Ryoma Takeharu.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

Today my siblings visited me in the hospital. Did I ever tell you that I was stuck here? Well, I am, apparently I'm sick, I don't know what I have, because no one else will tell me.

Anyways, I hated the whole visit, they're insufferable at best, and they make fun of me all the time. Not that you'd understand anything like that, right? I remember reading that you were an only child in the novel. Yet another thing you have better than me, damn lucky bastard!

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

Soon I'll have to go back to school, I'm dreading it so much, I hate that place. Everyone sucks, the teachers are trash, and it's just super boring! At least I'll have it easy in terms of assignments, due to being sick and all.

I wish I was isekai-ed, like you were, I don't think I'd be as good of a swordsman as you, but I think I'd be a great spellcaster! I'd rather be a warlock than a paladin anyway, imagine me summoning a massive dragon? It'd be so cool!

Don't worry, hero-kun, I'll be nice enough to heal you during battle. . . Sometimes.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

I hope you at least realize that you're incredibly lucky to have an easy life. I can barely even leave bed without passing out. I'm stuck in a hospital for the most of my life. I don't leave the room unless it's for a doctor's appointment or family visiting. I mean, it's better than school, but still!

You're nimble, strong, and healthy, plus you're apparently handsome too? I personally think that your character description sounds super generic, but for so many women to fall for you, you must be super good looking!

Damn lucky bastard!

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

Back in school, it's only been three days, and I already miss the hospital. I liked having an excuse to spend all day not seeing my family and not talking to others.

The author never quite told us what your life was like before you got isekai-ed. . . But I bet you were super popular in your own world too, right? Lucky bastard.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

Stop being so polite with people that want to hurt you! I just read the next chapter of your story, and I'm pissed! That duke just wants to hurt you, stop being so naive, hero-kun!

Not that i enjoy edgelord protagonists either, they're usually too unjustified in their anger, and i just end up feeling like they're in the wrong, but boy scout heroes like you also irk me!

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Ryoma's daily letters soon became part of his routine; it gave a certain structure, something to look forward to when each day blended into the next with the monotonous routine. However, while his therapist may have hoped these letters would improve Ryoma's mood, they seemed to only fuel his anger.

Each day, the letters grew more aggressive, more filled with envy and vitriol. Ryoma began pouring more and more of his frustrations and insecurities into each word, using the fictional Hikari Nanami as a metaphorical punching bag for his own pent-up emotions and helplessness.

Dear Hikari Nanami,

Dear Hikari Nanami,

Dear Hikari Nanami,

De——

It had been a few years now, Ryoma was graduating from high school, he'd somehow managed to not kill himself, despite being sorely tempted more than once, and his most hated (and favorite) web novel was officially coming to an end.

The tone of the novel had shifted with time, getting more grimm, and his letters shifted to match, frustratedly yelling more at the world for the protagonist than yelling at the fictional man.

Ryoma just felt a bit bad, mostly because the author seemed intent on hurting and breaking the protagonist down, it was starting to get seriously concerning.

Not that Ryoma cares, of course, he'd never care, obviously, he hates this novel, and the stupid perfect protagonist.

Not concerned at all, definitely.

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Dear Hikari Nanami,

I finally read the final chapter of your story, i put it off for a while, but eventually i caved and read through it.

The end was. . . Depressing. All your companions died, and the main villain cursed you to eternal slumber.  It was a surprising ending, so far away from the typical ending of other wish fulfillment Isekai stories, i honestly almost didn't believe it at first.

At first i thought that I'd be happy, I'd finally be free from reading about your shitty harem misadventures and the descriptors of your radiant smile. But honestly? I just feel kinda empty.

I guess i feel kinda melancholic, despite how much i hated you and everything you stood for, it was weird to see you lose. I guess i always saw you as invincible, an unstoppable force that could never be quelled.

Well, I suppose that means we're finally on the same page. I'm not gonna have a happy ending either, and you didn't get yours, in the end, would that make us equals?

I do wonder if there is a world where you could've been happy.

I also wonder if there is one where I could've been happy too.

. . .

This is probably the last letter I'll ever send you, I'm gonna try to get into a college for business, I'll most likely just cheat my way through SATs. Do wish me luck, hero-kun!

Well, this is goodbye then, I'll leave you to your eternal slumber, Mr. Protagonist.

Sweet dreams,

Signed, Ryoma Takeharu.

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