#I don’t want to incur their wrath

[kiwisandpearls]

tbh, at times I kinda feel…guilty for being profic in a sense?

for an example, there was this artist who was in fandoms like the mlp fandom, the batim fandom, the cuphead fandom who’s works I liked (im sure you can take a guess at who im talking about if you’ve been in those fandoms). They were criticized for making erotic artwork of the fictional characters in said media and back when I was an anti I saw this as super unforgivable. But now that im an ex-anti I really don’t. Like, I just can no longer see how horrible it is. It’s just a erotic artwork of fictional characters, not real people.

but in a way, I feel guilty for not seeing that as a big deal? Like the artist’s deviantart page is still up and seeing the ways people are still commenting under it, calling them a horrible person…I feel guilty for not feeling the same I guess…?

idk where im going with this post.

[why-is-every-other-name-taken]

Being an extreme radfem/terf blog sounds miserable

[gothsuguru]

oh as a bonus, i feel like depressed toxic! suguru isn't the type of person who would actively seek to cheat on his partner, but if someone flirted with him, he wouldn't put a stop to it and let things escalate.

He would be the type of person who uses his depression as an excuse to hurt others and not take responsibility for his actions and when you decide to confront him he just gets defensive and plays the victim, like this: -I didn't want this to happen! I'm tired of everything and you only make everything worse with your complaints and insecurities!

i don’t think he’d use his depression but i do think he’d use a lot of gaslighting/manipulation even if it’s unintentional like i genuinely think suguru is just sooooo delusional sometimes 😭😭😭 he ends up believing his own words as he speaks and convinces himself that he’s right (when deep down he knows he’s wrong) BUT ALSO i heavily agree that he’d be like “i didn’t mean for it to happen…” “i’m just so tired… it doesn’t help that you always cling to me and ask me what’s wrong all the time y’know?” -> said w sad face like omfg don’t make me punch you in your mouth rn 😹 him using reader being Genuinely Kind and twisting it into something ugly… whew i hate this man rn omg i love it

in this scenario i agree w you! i think he wouldn’t actively make the first move to cheat but he WOULD entertain someone else and things would escalate (and it would be delicious of him wallowing in guilt afterwards… maybe he’s in bed w the person and while they’re asleep he lights up a cigarette with a very shaky hand and is almost numb… i think he wishes that the bed would swallow him whole bc he can’t undo what he just did, and he just feels utterly disgusting all over his body…)

AND THIS IS ANOTHER REASON WHY I NEED MORE FIRECRACKER!READERS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ don’t let him speak to you like that @ reader!!!!! destroy his life and his self-confidence & make him regret ever being alive my queen <333 can you tell i love it when ppl get their comeuppance like omfg KARMA bitch!!!!!!

[elizabeth-dicewielder]

There’s something a little disheartening about looking at the fandom for a story where the titular character is female and one of the main themes is her relationship to her gender and how traditional femininity is forced on girls and women and variation from it gets you vilified, isolated, and ignored only to find that the majority of popular fanart, fanfic, and fan conversations center on the male characters

[tauforged]

i am going to make an annoyed post about overwatch characterization in a few moments once i have my thoughts gathered so if you don’t want to see that then well um. sorry i guess. but it’s gonna happen i’ve gotta get it out there. bitching to my friends in dms and discord isn’t enough i need to rant in main tags and let the annoying people get mad so i can block them all in one fell swoop

[moonstruckme]

James being a big bear of a boyfriend and always just like lifting u up so easily to hug and sit on his lap and even tho u hate when anyone else does it he’s so BEEFY that you’re fine with him doing it

Yessssss I'm not much of a physical touch person irl but James I would allow

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 847 words

Sirius is trying to follow Remus’ example and focus on the puzzle, but his eyes keep flitting up to you worriedly. You’ve monopolized the couch, laying flat with a hand cast over your eyes and your mouth pinched in obvious discomfort. He’d tried rubbing your calf and Remus had offered you tea, but they’d both given up when the attention only seemed to worsen your mood. Remus suggested they work on the puzzle while you rest (not Sirius’ favorite activity, but forced upon him because it keeps him quiet) and now they’re both simply trying not incur your wrath. 

“Quit looking at me,” you growl without opening your eyes. 

In Sirius’ case, not doing a very good job. 

“Fine, sheesh,” he says, and you press your lips together like you’re restraining yourself from snapping at him. 

You cringe when the door opens, every line of you pulling taut. James is all smiles as he tosses his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thump. “Hello, my loves!” His voice is a decibel short of booming, but it softens when he sees you on the couch. “Oh, sorry, is she napping?” 

Remus shakes his head, lips pursed as he watches your hand tighten over your eyes. “Headache,” he explains quietly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry lovie.” James reroutes from the kitchen, heading for you. Sirius tenses. “How bad is it?” 

“Prongs,” Sirius whispers urgently, “don’t—”

But James has already lifted you, one hand under your knees and another supporting your back as he moves you smoothly from your chosen position of rest and into his lap. He makes it look like nothing, which is the first offense (Sirius isn’t sure which of you he’s more jealous of), but the second is that you let him. Sirius and Remus have both looked up in alarm, waiting for a biting protest that doesn’t come. Instead, you remove your hand from your face, burying in it James’ brawny shoulder instead. 

“Bad,” you grumble, but your tone lacks the venom you’d spat at Sirius a moment before. 

James coos like he’s got a kitten in his lap instead of a viper, bringing his considerable arms around you. His palm cups the back of your neck, kneading gently at the tensed muscles there. “Where does it hurt, darling?” 

“Everywhere.” 

“By your eyes?” 

“No.” 

He hums, brows furrowing as he works steadily at your neck. You’ve gone nearly lax in his arms, trusting him to hold you up as you slump against his front. “Have you been drinking water?” 

“It’s not that.” Some of the irritation is back in your tone, Sirius notices, but it’s been markedly softened for James. “I had tons of water this morning.” 

“Probably a tension headache then, yeah?” He looks to Remus, who nods. The quiet boy looks as dumbstruck as Sirius feels. 

James moves his grip to your sides and lifts you again, rearranging his legs to get more comfortable before placing you back in his lap. He places a hand on each side of your head, thumbs pushing into your temples and rubbing in slow, soothing circles. You begin to look like you might fall asleep.

“This is so unfair,” Sirius hisses to Remus. 

“He has a power,” Remus admits weakly, “which transcends understanding.” 

“Do you want some tea?” James murmurs to you after a while. Sirius’ eyes have gotten stuck watching the movement of his forearms, and he snaps them reluctantly back up. 

You hum, uncertain but definitely considering it. Behind you, Remus throws up his hands. James sees him and smiles, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter. 

“I’m getting the sense this isn’t the first cup you’ve been offered,” he says, looking immensely entertained. 

You sigh, but even that sounds pleasurable as his big thumbs drill diligently into your temples. “Yeah, but I just wanted to be left alone.” 

Remus and Sirius exchange a look. You seem perfectly fine with company now. 

“Don’t be silly,” James chides lightly, “a warm drink will make you feel better. Remus, love, would you be so kind as to make her a cup?” 

“Sure.” His voice is gruff, but then you murmur a quiet thanks, Rem and Sirius actually sees the moment his heart turns to mush. “No problem,” he says, softer now. 

“Attagirl.” James’ hand drops to give your shoulder a squeeze, his bicep flexing slightly with the movement. Christ, Sirius might have to fake a headache later, if this is the sort of treatment those receive. “Drink your tea and then we’ll get you to bed, yeah? You can sleep the rest of this off.” 

“You know, I offered to carry her to bed earlier,” Sirius says, still slightly bitter, “and she told me very clearly to fuck off.” 

You don’t sound so much exasperated now as exhausted. “Siri, when you carrying me doesn’t involve setting me down every five steps for a break, then we’ll talk.” 

James’ laugh surprises both of you, and he apologizes hastily for jostling you, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before resuming his ministrations. You don’t seem all that upset about it.

[ickadori]

Hiiii I love love loveeeee your sukuna and uraume fics, I keep rereading them!!

Had a kinda idea and would love if you could expand or share your thoughts

You said in one of your fics that reader would often go to uraume for sex if they were being punished by sukuna, well what would happen if sukuna walked in on them in the middle of it?

Would he just watch? Be a Bit angry? tell uraume what to do or to stop? Or maybe even punish uraume as well?

Hope your doing well, and looking forward to future stuff<33

cws for fem reader.

Sukuna didn’t often punish you solely due to the fact that you seldomly broke the rules that he had set in place for you.

Even if you had been foolish enough to test the bounds of The King of Curses’ patience when it came to you, there simply weren’t enough rules for you to go about breaking. There were only two rules that he had given you when you were first brought here so long ago - don’t cause harm to yourself, and don’t engage anyone besides himself and Uraume.

You weren’t too keen on hurting yourself, always having been especially sensitive to pain, even as little as a pinprick on your finger was enough to have you sniffling, and even if you had wanted to converse with the staff skittering around the palace, they had all been too terrified to interact with you, no one willing to give you so much as a glance in fear of incurring Sukuna’s wrath.

In total, you had only been punished two times, although you’re starting to think that Sukuna had gone especially easy on you before. You had been assigned to clean the entire upper left wing of the palace, the largest portion of the upstairs, and you had thought your fingers were going to fall off before he finally made you stop scrubbing already pristine floors. The other punishment had been barring you from the gardens, a pastime that he knew you loved. You’d spend most of your days walking the cobbled paths and aww’ing over the different flowers, and even watching the groundskeeper from a distance to keep them unaware of your presence lest they scurry off.

The punishments, which had seemed so cruel and painful in the moment, now pale in comparison to the new punishment that’s been bestowed upon you.

“Until you learn to take what’s given to you, you won’t be getting anything.”

Those were the words that he had left you with when you had been on the cusp of bliss, and nothing more. He had slipped out of you with a heart-shattering squelch and quickly placed his robe onto his broad shoulders, and left your chambers even quicker. It had been a restless night, thanks to him, and simply because you had been a bit too eager to finally take all of him - as if that was such a heinous crime that it warranted this level of punishment!

You had never been more miserable -not even when you had watched your village be razed to the ground- and Sukuna seemed bemused by your refusal to hide it. He smirked and chided you, even snickering with Uraume when the two of them caught you ogling so shamelessly, even going so far as to rocking in your seat.

Uraume always aligned themself with Sukuna when he was around, so them sharing joy over your suffering was to be expected, but Uraume succumbing to your whines and pleas the moment Sukuna left the palace was also to be expected.

~

Cornering them was easy enough - Uraume never strayed too far from your side whenever Sukuna wasn’t present. You had been in the gardens, gazing out at the colorful assortments of flowers before your mind had wandered to a past memory, a more lewd one, and suddenly you had been hyper aware of Uraume’s gaze on you.

It had lit your skin afire, blood rushing through your veins and making your head spin. You had practically collapsed in their arms when you neared them, and their hands, cold like ice, had quelled that fire so effortlessly, but there had been another one - one that Sukuna had lit and refused to put out.

“Uraume,” your voice comes out weak, a clear plea woven in between the dulcet tones, and shaky fingers reach out to curl around the belt of their kimono. “Can you.. can you help me?”

“Lord Sukuna has made your punishment known, and I am not inclined to end it early.” Their fingers wrap around your wrist, their grip unnaturally strong, and Uraume gives you a placid look. “It seems you’re still thinking about yourself - you greedy girl. Lord Sukuna’s pleasure should always come before your own—how many times must I tell you this?”

“But, Uraume!” Your whine sounds childish even to you, but the incessant throbbing between your legs is too great for you to care. “It isn’t fair.”

“That isn’t for you to decide.” They push your arms back by your sides, the action causing the floral kimono you wear to slip down a rounded shoulder. “If you behave for a bit longer, then I’m sure Lord Sukuna will—”

“—I don’t want Sukuna.” You’re certain that if you had said that in the earlier days of knowing Uraume, that they would have killed you without a second thought to Sukuna’s orders against harming you. “I want you, Uraume.”

They pause, their hands slackening around your wrists, and you take the opportunity to press your body flush against theirs, your breasts squished against their chest as your lips brush against theirs. “I need you.” Your breaths mix together. “Please - help me.”

There’s a beat of silence before they speak.

“…Lord Sukuna is not due back for another two nights.” Their voice is low, nearly silent, as if Sukuna could somehow witness his most loyal servant’s betrayal. “And he didn’t explicitly say that I wasn’t allowed to pleasure you,” their finger hooks into the crease of your kimono, and your breath quickens as they pull it down, slowly, until your chest is fully revealed. “But rather that he wouldn’t. So, I suppose..this should be fine.”

The chilled air bites at your exposed nipples, the buds quickly hardening, and Uraume puts a small gap between the two of you, a light flush working its way into their cheeks as they brush a finger over the hard bud. Their name leaves your mouth in a moan that they frequently called ‘wantonly’ when in a sour mood, and then your lips are pressing together, their hands working to undo your clothing while yours clutch onto theirs.

The kiss is dizzying -it always is with them- and you hardly notice your nude state when their tongue glides against your own, your mind fogging over as your lips move together. Their hand, cold as ice, clears the haze as it pushes against your stomach, fingers sliding lower until they’re drawing small, slow circles on your clit.

Your mouths part with a suctioned noise. “You poor fool,” Uraume gathers your slick on their fingers, the sheer amount of it making the both of you moan in astonishment, and they smear it over your folds before going back to your clit. “You’ve been suffering, haven’t you?” There’s an amused lilt to their voice, but you pay it no mind, too busy mouthing at the expanse of their neck as they all too easily slip two fingers into your drooling hole, thumb pressed firm to your throbbing nub.

You choke on a cry, shoulders tensing and toes curling in your geta sandals, and all it takes is one rub of their fingers against your walls to have you falling apart; eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, head tossed back, and back arched as you cum on their fingers.

Chants of Uraume leave you as they keep pumping their fingers, soft pads abusing that spot that never fails to turn you into a sloppy mess -something that they so frequently call you when you get like this- and their lips finding yours once again.

You quickly end up with your back against the flowers, mind too far gone to be upset over the broken stems and ruined petals. Uraume has taken to burrowing themself between your thighs, hands traveling up your waist and front to grope at your heaving breasts, mouth latched onto your cunt.

You’re sensitive - no doubt the result of Sukuna’s punishment, and every touch from Uraume is felt tenfold. Every swipe of their tongue sent a tingle of pleasure up your spine, every suckle on your clit made dots appear in your vision, and every squeeze and pinch of your breasts made your hole clench and ooze.

“Ura—” Your breath hitches when they groan against you, and you feel another high approaching, this one more intense than the last. Lithe fingers stretch you open, more than you’ve been stretched for weeks, and a skillful tongue flattens over your clit. You pull up tufts of grass and barely blossomed flowers as your hands scramble for purchase, your heels digging into the dirt.

Uraume speaks into your clit, the words lost on you, and your hands fly to their hair, fingers curling into the strands as something strong and paralyzing zips through you. Your muscles tense, tendons in your neck straining, eyes rolling, and then you’re relaxing just as fast, body slumping against the ground, lashes fluttering, and chest raising with soft breaths.

“Uraume..” You sigh, and the sun which had been steadily beaming its warm rays down onto the both of you is suddenly dimmed. You blink your eyes open, Uraume’s head slowly raising from between your thighs, and the both of you make a strangled noise at the sight of Sukuna towering over the both of you.

Two sets of eyes drag over the both of your forms, lingering on Uraume’s slick coated face and the mess between your thighs. His gaze collides with yours, and if your body didn’t feel as if it was made out of jelly, you would have hidden your face away into Uraume’s neck at the sharp look.

“Looks like I’ve got two brats to teach a lesson now.” Uraume flinches at the newly acquired title, and you flinch at the dark grin he casts down on the both of you.

~

“Oh, don’t sleep on me now,” a heavy smack lands on your ass, and you huff out a breath at the sting, tired eyes struggling to stay open. Uraume is laid beside you in a similar state - body flushed, hair disheveled, face mushed against the sheets to stifle their noises.

“You had a measly two days left to go.” Sukuna directs his words at you, his hips snapping forward to sink his cock into Uraume. “But you couldn’t keep this needy little thing in check.” Three thick fingers slam into the ‘needy little thing’ in question, and you keen, wet lashes squeezing shut. “And you.”

One hand grabs a fistful of white hair, and Uraume groans as they’re pulled up, lips coated in their own drool. “My most loyal falling victim to pussy of all things - pathetic.”

“L-Lord Sukuna!” Uraume’s hole is stretched to its limit around two cocks, and you feel a sob fight its way out of your throat at the sight. That’s what had caused all this - Sukuna freely being so rough and brutish with Uraume, not thinking twice before stuffing them full of everything he had, yet not doing the same for you.

“‘S not fair!” You cry, his fingers curling upwards to mash against that gummy spot inside you. “Ryomen!”

“Shut your mouth, girl.” Another hand moves to fiddle with your clit, and you feel an orgasm approaching, but you know he won’t let you have it. “You’ve talked enough, haven’t you?” His fingers spread and scissor inside you, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge before he’s slipping his hands away, a dark snicker leaving him as he steals your bliss away.

Uraume chooses then to moan out, your orgasm transferred over to them, and you feel painfully empty, hips pushing back in a silent beg as you whine into the sheets.

“I’ll fuck you until you’re sick of it,” he speaks against Uraume’s ear but his eyes are locked on yours. “So the next time she whines for you to touch this greedy pussy of hers while she’s on punishment,” his fingers slip their way back inside, “you’ll remember this and think twice.” His eyes narrow on you. “And you’ll watch me give them what you so desperately crave.”

[scoutswritingcorner]

I love Cat Alastor!! would you do one where Alastor and The cat are forced to spend time together after being left alone when Reader has to do errands.

Supply Run

Platonic Cat Alastor x Reader Ft Alastor x Reader

TW:Alastor not liking Cat Alastor. 

A/N: YES BIG BRAIN ANON- BIG BRAIN!! Also I hope you like it, it got chaotic.

You picked up Catastor for what felt like the 30th time today as you tried to leave to go get some errands done. It’s not that you didn’t want to leave him in the hotel but last time he went with you he ate three random sinners who looked at you for too long. Loud radio static echoed through the halls as you walked back to your room, Catastor tucked in your arms as he tried to swat your hands away. He knew what you were doing and he hated it as much as you did.

Rounding the hallway and entering your room, you plopped the cat onto your bed. “Listen here, I know you want to come with me but you can’t..please just stay here? I’ll be back before you know it.” You crouched down, getting down onto his eye level causing him to growl before carefully pawing at your nose in protest before he jumped off the bed and walked to the door, you sighed and sat down. You really had to get those errands done today. As you listened to the radio playing in the background an idea popped into your head, your husband wasn’t as busy as he usually was. He could watch over this little cat.

You picked Catastor up and exited your room, walking to where you knew you would find your husband. “Alastor~ My darling buck~” You called out entering the foyer watching as he looked up at you, his ears swiveling towards your voice. “Yes, Dear?~” He hummed watching you walk over, placing your little bodyguard onto his lap as loud static erupted throughout the foyer making his smile tighten. “Dearest..why are you putting your..bodyguard on my lap?” He asked, voice strained as he held his arms up glaring down at his replacement. You leaned down placing a gentle kiss to your husband's cheek as you hummed, “I need to get errands done before the day ends. Watch him for me, Al?” You said pouting as he sent you a half hearted glare, “Please?” You whined causing him to sigh.

“Fine, only for you I suppose.” He growled out as you smiled at him. “I’ll pay you back, Dear.” You whispered watching his ears twitch angrily before swiftly making your exit. Alastor looked down at the cat in his lap. “Don’t you try a single thing.” He snarled out his eyes flickering to radio dials as the cat hissed at him in return.

~~~

It had been 25 minutes since you were gone and now Alastor was using his tentacles to hold up the cat as Nifty ran around cleaning up the mess the cat had made. “You are a little nuisance.” He snarled out, jacket ripped (even more than it was) as his eyes twitched. How much longer are you going to be out? The cat hissed and snarled its own smaller tentacles appearing out of its back, trying to swipe at his, “I don’t see what my darling sees in you.” He hissed out holding the cat higher as punishment, “Now I must go see my tailor once more since you couldn’t keep your little claws off of it.” 

This was going to be a long day for him.

~~~

An hour. You were gone for an hour. So it surprised you to see your husband sitting on the couch, reading a book, his jacket almost torn to bits as Catastor was taped to the wall above his head. You didn’t say anything seeing as your husband was already on the verge of ripping someone’s head off. You simply walked over and leaned down in front of him, quickly catching his gaze. Everyone had scurried away from the foyer to not incur Alastor’s wrath if he chose to let it loose, which he would have no doubt about it. He lifted his head as you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, a silent apology to help calm his nerves and one he happily took for now. 

Pulling away to look at the damage done to his beloved jacket. “I’ll take it to the tailor for you,” You hummed watching as his ears seemingly relaxed despite how his smile seemed even more thin and his nose scrunched up, “As payback, dear.” You finished off watching him silently nod to your suggestion before he had moved over so you could sit next to him. You looked up to Catastor to see him glaring at your husband but also calming down enough to seemingly fall asleep near your presence. He could get out if he needed.

New rule: Don’t leave them together.

[neerons]

Some of Chevalier Michel’s best quotes

“You have plenty of time. Therefore, it’s not necessary to overload yourself to the point of harming your health just for the sake of learning. I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait patiently for you to reach your full potential.”

“I don’t mind making you my woman.”

“If you value your life, trust no one.”

“Allowing their deaths to be in vain would be an affront to those who utterly devoted themselves to the kingdom.” (—Chevalier talking about the dead soldiers to Emma)

“That’s how values work. Just because two ways of thinking are incompatible doesn’t mean one is right and the other is wrong.”

“If you ever feel like crying, tell me. I’ll torment you so thoroughly that you’ll forget how to cry.”

“Until I’d met her, I’d never have considered letting another person touch me.” (—Chevalier’s thoughts about Emma)

“Can a man read in peace without you staring at his face?”

“Don't... say another man's name... so much. It grates on my ears.”

“You're quite graceless, you know? Your legs seem to be shaking.”

“You are my queen. It does not matter how many years go by, I have no intention of loving any other woman.”

“If the rabbit has time to spend with you, she'll spend it with me instead.” (—Chevalier talking about Emma to Clavis)

“I had no intention of letting anyone complain about a commoner being in a relationship with royalty, and it didn't bother me, either.” (—Chevalier's thoughts)

“What might your hand be doing in your pocket? I dare you to throw one of those concoctions of yours at me. Just know I will kick you into the next century.” (—Chevalier to Clavis)

“Maids are servants. They follow their master or mistress' orders, thus creating a clear discrepancy in power. But I do not wish you to be below me. What I desire is for us to be equals, serving each other in a cooperative and mutual manner.”

"...Now that I think about it, I was rather fond of you from the very beginning. (...) To begin with... is there any man who would barge into the room of a woman he doesn't like? The palace is huge. There are many places... where I could go to spend leisure time, instead of expressly going to your room."

"You look terrible. (...) There's no need to feel ashamed. Not everything that has value is beautiful."

"You're the one at fault for leaving the covenant YOU created so open to interpretation. A shame." (—Chevalier to Sariel)

"Currently, a servant manages the palace library, but he's no expert, so his work is sloppy. I've been dissatisfied with it for a while now, but... you're proficient at handling books, yes?"

"It's not that you 'can' stay by my side, it's that you 'will' stay by my side."

"(...) Do you think I would allow you to die so easily after you laid a hand on my lover? (...) I've said as much before, but dying is not what you should be doing. What you should be doing is returning home to your loved ones, no matter how shameful you look." (—Chevalier to Flandre)

"Ever since I was a child, love had been the one thing I was most indifferent to. (...) My one and only reason is that I wanted to know what love was. Ridiculous, I know."

"I'm not so famished that I'd eat something I don't need. ...I want you so much that I could just eat you all up right now."

"(...) Any guest of Emma's is a guest of mine as well." (—Chevalier talking about an enemy to Clavis)

"...If you stay with me, many things will be taken away from you, and you'll be limited in what you can do. Sometimes, you'll have to bear the heavy responsibility of royalty, and occasionally your life may be threatened. You'll be the target of scheming. Other people will look upon you either favorably or unfavorably—nothing in between. No picturesque world like those found in your romance books exists in a real palace. You'll see it for yourself. Despite all that, do you still stand by the nonsense you spoke of earlier?"

"When every man in the kingdom knows you're mine—they'll stay away from you, lest they incur the wrath of the Bloody Tiger."

"It wasn't in an official capacity. It was personal time. I simply wanted to have you with me as always. You should be grateful. You don't have much time left at the palace, and I'm going out of my way to spend time with you."

"Hurry up and prove the value of love, simpleton. While we're still able to be together like this."

"It doesn't matter to me what happens to them... But it matters to someone else." (—Chevalier talking about Luke, Rio and Emma to Clavis)

"On the battlefield, you belong to the second prince. Remember, dying would be foolish, and even getting hurt would be a transgression."

"I came to save you. ...Did you think that's what I would say, simpleton?"

"I'm not so idiotic that I'd let low-lives like those do me in. I'll cut down every last person who rises up against me."

"I never had any intention of letting an enemy nation have you."

"You faced the Brutal Beast... so that you could fulfill your duty as Belle. We couldn't understand each other because our values were polar opposites... yet you tried to meet halfway. You believed that the beast was a person and tried to discern his true nature. It was the first time I'd ever met... a woman with such strange tastes. Actually... even if I searched the entire kingdom, I wouldn't find anyone as eccentric as you. 'I want the person I love to live, no matter the cost to me. I want to be by his side... I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen. (...) I feel the same way. You call this emotion... 'love', correct?"

"The king's lover will most likely face many difficulties, but unfortunately, I have no desire to bestow my favor on anyone but you."

"Emma, look at me. (...) You're no longer Belle, right? (...) Is that the first time I used it? It's not that big of a deal, is it?" (—Chevalier saying Emma's name for the first time)

"I don't want to be disturbed during mealtimes. I've decided to lock the door whenever you're here."

"Currently, only one woman is close to the king. There seem to be many fools who believe they can crush the leading candidate for queen and have their own daughter marry me instead." (—Chevalier talking about Emma to Clavis)

"Do I look like I care? And do you really think I'm going to do something as stupid as losing such a valuable pawn?" (—Chevalier talking about Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"Until now, the Obsidian royal family have had nothing but war on their minds, but through this we can rebuild our friendship. This is a sizable accomplishment. This accomplishment was achieved by just one woman... and we most certainly cannot disrespect what it means." (—Chevalier to Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"The only occasion I have spent time with another person and found worth in it... was with you." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"She's eager to hear whether I like the fragrance or not. But it is her own scent. There is no way I could dislike it." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I don't need you to tell me my fool brother's worth. I knew it from the start." (—Chevalier talking about Clavis to Emma)

"As long as you were convinced you couldn't win, there was no way for you to unlock your full potential. That's why you never stopped failing. You were never going to win unless you believed in yourself." (—Chevalier to Clavis)

"People are fools. Everyone is contradictory in some way, because they're not perfect, and they can't be. But you and my fool brother are both fine that way. (...) Someone who is free of contradictions, who always chooses the right path... cannot really be called human. They're nothing more than a beast." (—Chevalier talking about Emma, Clavis and himself, to Emma)

"I learned how from watching you do it countless times." (—Chevalier talking about doing Emma's hair)

"They have the kind of decoration my fool of a brother would like." (—Chevalier talking about cookies with colorful and festive icing that Clavis would enjoy)

"...You're the only one. The only woman who would take pleasure in being at my side."

"Sometimes, you have quite violent coughing fits. I have a fool brother who gets ill a lot. The physician gives him this tea regularly, so I swiped some." (—Young Chevalier giving rose tea to his 'childhood friend')

"(...) keep cajoling him. You can shape the menace that he is." (—Chevalier talking about Gilbert to Emma)

"...I knew I made the right choice when I chose you as my pawn." (—Smiling Chevalier praising Emma, in Gilbert's route)

"An auction master working in collaboration with the Obsidianites had an official document from the king of Benitoite. That's quite a big catch, simpleton." (—Chevalier praising Emma's discovery, in Silvio's route)

"...I want you so much that I could just eat you all up right now."

"My clothes will be gone soon enough. After all, I have only one reason for locking a woman in a room like this. (...) Love me, Emma. This is an order from the king, and it's absolute."

"I recall you writing that you love hearing my voice. If that is what you want, you may hear it as much as you like."

"Hundreds of medical books, both domestic and foreign, are stored in my head."

"To have nerve enough to approach me... She's quite the woman." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"That gaze of hers struck me as straight as an arrow, and unneeded emotions began to well up within me." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"Don't be ridiculous. She would never be interested in the likes of you fools." (—Angry Chevalier talking about Emma and his brothers to Leon)

"I would far prefer to have you to myself than let that man have you." (—Chevalier talking about Gilbert)

"Indeed. I'm so vexed, I could throttle someone to death." (—Chevalier teasing Emma)

"You are our Belle. You spend your time determining our worth. Use some of those skills for yourself too." (—Chevalier telling Emma to care about herself more)

"I am not asking for a 'good' drawing. I am asking for your drawing."

"This is a Rhodolitian handshake. The more it hurts, the stronger your display of friendship." (—Chevalier to Gilbert)

"I don't believe I have ever seen Emma read it before. Perhaps I will recommend it to her. She cannot stay in the dark about it forever." (—Chevalier's thoughts while he's picking a romance book for Emma to read)

"If 'lovable' could be defined by any person, it would be her." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I had often read about this urge to dote, but I had not understood it until meeting her." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"Theoretically, I have no use for romance novels now that I have Emma. However, thanks to her, I have learned how to enjoy them with no other motive." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I've become fond of seeing the variety of emotions on your face as you go through a book."

"Hm? Ah. Don't worry about the blood. I was just 'playing' with my brother who's made it his hobby to tease you." (—Chevalier's lobby dialogue)

"This absurdly lovely woman has my dearest affections." (—Chevalier translating his words of love from another language to Emma)

"The reason I still function so well despite having discarded my humanity is because I have my fool brother. And conversely, the reason my fool brother can do as he pleases is because he knows I'll always be there at the final moment." (—Chevalier talking about Clavis to Emma)

"Severing your Achilles tendon shall do the trick." (—Chevalier threatening Licht)

"I never had much chemistry with the twins. (...) They were just noisy children who cried if I so much as looked at them. However, one day, they stopped crying. No... If I think about it, there was a clear turning point." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"It is true that you are useless right now, Licht, but you do not have to be that way forever. (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"Even with the first aid I have given you, it would be in your best interest to put on a convincing act for your twin if you do not wish to shock him." (—Chevalier to Licht)

"Oh? That was a much more thorough analysis than I would have expected from someone so heavily wounded. With some training, he could become an excellent commander." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Licht)

"Textbooks can be helpful, but not in the way that it obscures her lovely face." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

"I was never much one for drawing, but once during our childhood, Clavis pestered me to sketch something. Back then, I knew he suspected me to be a terrible artist, and asked me to do so in order to expose me. The resulting tantrum when his expectations were reversed was certainly memorable." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I would value this far beyond what any professional artist could draw. There is, however, something missing. (...) I must prepare a frame for this at once." (—Chevalier adding a little bunny on Emma's drawing of him as a tiger)

"I have never, ever laughed as much as I have with her. No wonder she is the one making my facial muscles exercise so much." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"I want to do whatever it takes to see her entire spectrum of emotions." (—Chevalier's thoughts)

"Every second that ticked by was becoming another moment for me to cherish. I suddenly became overwhelmed by gratitude for being born the person I was. It won't be long before the entire collection of my memories is overtaken by you. And it will be just the way I like it." (—Chevalier's thoughts about Emma)

[shadowandlightt]

Of Nightmares and Memories /two/ Azriel X Reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part one Part Three

You dream of the blue of his siphons. The hazel of his eyes. You see him every night, whether you’d like to or not. He seems to invade everyone of your senses, always. Even from miles away. Even if he was dead. But you swore you’d know if he perished when Amerantha took over. You felt as if you would’ve felt his loss deep within your gut. 

But there had been no word of Velaris, or the people inside it. Had your brother truly been able to hide it all of these years? He’d been stripped of so much of his power, but did he have enough to keep your beloved city safe? 

“He wants you in the dining room for dinner.”

“And if I say no?” You question the red haired fox. 

His eyes, one golden and mechanical, narrowed on you, “He’ll drag you down by your hair.”

“I’d like to see him try,” You bark out a laugh, knowing you could shred him in a moment if only you had use of your power. 

The faebane they kept you full of made sure you were just a sliver of who you once were. Your skin was dull and lifeless, gone was the wondrous glow of immortality. Because you might as well have been mortal, plain and easy to kill. But you still had the self defense that your brothers taught you. You still had the ability to fight back. You were weak now, yes, but you could still just as easily use one of the butter knives on Tamlin. 

“Please,” Lucien begged, “Don’t be difficult. It’s been a hard day.”

“He lost another, then?” I question, head cocking to the side. 

“Don’t bring it up or he’s likely to skin you alive,” Lucien warned you. 

“Again, I’d like to see him try.”

Lucien’s eyes seem tired as he looks at you. Your fight seemed to dissipate as you looked at him. You knew time was running out, far too fast. Soon enough Amarantha would take control over every Fae, no matter where they lived. Tamlin was the only one keeping her at bay, and his power was almost hers for the taking. Then what would become of you? When her goons came for Tamlin and ransacked the house, surely they’d find you and drag you before her. Then you’d just be a tool to further your brother’s pain. 

“Ah, I can see it now,” He sighed, “You’ve realized your fate, if this doesn’t work.”

“He’ll never convince a human to love him,” You shake your head, “No matter how charming  he can be.”

“For your sake, you best hope he does.”

You follow him from your room, or your cell, whatever seems to fit one day to the next. The manor house is quiet as you make your way through it, servants not sparing you a second glance. They all knew you were being held prisoner, yet they could do little to change it, without incurring the High Lord’s wrath. 

For once in your life, you were helpless, and had been since that day in the clearing.

“It would’ve been so much easier for him,” You mutter, “Had he just let them kill me that day. Instead he had them spare me and now I stay a constant headache.”

“More like a constant thorn in his side,” Lucien smiled slightly.

The thought brought a sly smile to my face. You prepared your stone mask as you grew closer to the dining room. Lucien was the only one you allowed to see a sliver of who you were. You allowed him to see more of yourself than you should, because he saw someone who was a little more delicate, a little more capable of love and sadness. Not the stone exterior of the Night Court that we worked so hard to maintain.

“Play nice with him tonight,” Was Lucien’s last warning before we reached the golden doors. 

You schooled your face into a bored mask, as if all of this was beneath you. For centuries you’d been playing this part. Without so much as a break from it. Only when you were sure you were alone in my rooms did you let the mask fall. Only then did you cry out for my family, for my home. 

“Glad you decided to join us,” Tamlin’s voice carried from the end of the table. 

Your eyes roll, “As if I had a choice.”

A snarl escapes from Tamlin, claws slowly growing. You smile sweetly at him for a moment, before throwing out what little power you had left to reach into his head. Just enough to let him know you were there, just enough to be a pest when you wanted. But it wasn’t without difficulty. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you strained against the confines of your power. 

“Enough,” He yelled, slamming his hands down against the table. 

You flinch back, seeing the beast start to emerge. For a moment you allowed yourself to feel the slight fear that crept in. You were weak now, unable to protect yourself as you used to. He’d taken your power, your freedom, and your strength away from you. Stripped it away as if it were nothing. He should have just killed you in the forest that day. 

“Where is the little human?” You question, sniffing the air, “Her…stench is hard to miss.” 

“She’s getting cleaned up,” Lucien spoke up, “Might be best if you eat before Alis is finished with her.”

I turn slowly to glare at him, before turning back to Tamlin, “Still keeping me as your dirty little secret then?”

“She doesn’t need to know about you.”

“You know, I hope you can charm this one,” You snarl, “Because time is running out. Soon enough we’ll all be-”

“Enough!” He roars, “I know how much time we have left. I should have killed you when I had the chance.”

“Oh, you still have the chance, but the second he finds out I’m still alive,” You can’t help but laugh as you shake your head, “Well… then you’ll really wish you allowed them to kill me.”

“If she finds out you're alive…” Lucien trailed off with a look from Tamlin. 

I flop down into a chair and scoop up a glass of wine, “Well, this is going to be a fun couple of months, then, won’t it?”

“Behave,” Lucien snaps. 

“I am behaving,” I reply sweetly. 

“Eat, before I lock you up and forget about you.”

“Now now,” I sigh, “It’s been centuries, surely we can be a little more civil than that,”

“You’re too much like your brother,” Tamlin sighs, leaning back into his chair. 

“You almost sound sad about that,” You note, “Regretting crossing him?”

“No.” 

You hum and drink your wine before tucking into the food before you. Despite knowing there was faebane in it, you couldn’t stop eating. You hardly ate anymore. Just enough to keep you alive, but today you were starving. 

“Slow down before you make yourself sick,” Lucien said slowly. 

You growl at him before slowly down slightly. If only your brother could see you now. See what you’d become. If only Az and Cas could see you, what would they think? Or Mor or Amren. You weren’t sure what they would say if they could see you now. How different you’d become. 

Time passed slowly. The weeks dragged on, as you were only allowed out of your room when Feyre, the human, wasn’t around. Tamlin was doing well with dancing around your existence. Firenight was quickly approaching, and you felt the excitement deep in your bones. If there was one night that you would beg to be released it was Calanmai. 

“You know you can’t.”

“Please Lucien,” You all but beg, “He’ll be there, I know it.”

“Which is why you can’t leave the manor,” He explains.”

“I just want to see him for myself,” You whine, “I need to see him, just once before the fifty years is up. Just once.”

“He’ll know.”

“Tamlin will be too caught up in the rite to notice,” I remind him, “And you can manage a convincing glamor.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Just this once,” You say softly, “I wouldn’t ask if time wasn’t running out.”

“I know.”

“Just, please.”

“You stay next to me the whole time,” He explains, “Running off could get you killed.”

“I know.”

“Thirty minutes, that’s all you’ll get.”

“It’s more than I thought I’d get.”

Your heart hammered in your chest with the prospect of seeing your brother again after centuries of being apart from him. You knew you wouldn’t be able to tell him who you were, you wouldn’t be able to leave with him. Or speak with him. But you’d be able to lay eyes on him, and know that in whatever capacity, he was okay. He was alive, even if he was a slave to the bitch under the mountain. He’s still alive. And that’s all you could ask. Even if the rest of your family was dead, at least he lived on.

[embrosegraves]

𝔸 ℕ𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

Max Verstappen x Reader  Max just wants to show his love for you 

A pre-graduation gift!

Part 1 of a very fluffy 2 part Fic. I've decided to put all of my Sugar Daddy fics (because there will be more) into their own universe. I dub thee, The Sugar -verse!

Max was a man of his word. This meant that if he said he was going to do something, he would do it. Even if he said he would leave you alone to study. Of course he would pout a bit but he would leave you to do your thing. Most of all it meant that he absolutely would NOT change his mind after he utters the words “I’m going to…” when it came to spoiling you. 

In order to avoid the wrath he was sure to incur from you, he would often say it under his breath or he would think them so as to avoid you hearing them. Because Lord knows what you would make him promise  if you heard the things he was to purchase for you. In his opinion the laptop was nowhere near expensive enough. It made you happy though so he didn’t complain. Too much. 

Now however, Max didn’t see the problem in spending as much as he could on you. You were graduating with your degree after years and years of hard work. You deserved to be given whatever it was you wanted to have. And despite what you said, Max was very aware of his spending habits. Which is why when there was only a month until your graduation, he bought extra cabinets and shoe racks for him to build. 

Closer and closer the date crept up until it was the day before you graduated. Max had made sure that when you came home in the evening, there was a hot bath ready for you to soak in, a glass of your favourite wine and a plate of your favourite dinner meal ready on the bath tray. He was prepared to dote on you for however long you let him. Before you went to bed that night, Max decided that it wouldn’t hurt to give you at least one gift now. 

“Schat, I have something to give you.” 

You turned around in his arms so you could look at him properly. Times like this, when you would just be surrounded by him in comfort, were always your favourite thing. You would probably trade all the money in the world if it meant you could keep Max for yourself. Max wouldn’t make the same trade because that would mean that he couldn’t spend anything on you like he thought you deserved. 

“I’ve already been given so much tonight, My Love.” 

Max frowned a little when you spoke. He hadn’t given you anything yet. What did you mean you had been given so much? Seeing Max’s confusion you elaborated a little. 

“I’ve been given an entire evening to spend around you. I’ve been given all my favourite things and now I get to just lay here with you, which I think is the greatest gift of them all.” 

Max was thankful that most of the lights had been turned off. He could feel his face heating up. He buried his face between your neck and shoulder, giving you a light kiss. 

“I want to give you something you can wear tomorrow.” 

“Max.” Your voice was stern. 

“It’s something small, don’t worry.” 

“Just because it’s small doesn’t mean it wasn’t expensive, Max. What did you buy?” 

“A necklace.” Came Max’s muffled reply. He had been placing soft kisses to your skin the whole time. 

You closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling before you gently grabbed his face and moved it to look at you. Protests of “I wasn’t finished kissing” fell through Max’s mouth as you did. 

“Can you justify it?” You asked. Max looked like a pouting child, but he nodded. 

“I bought it because you’re graduating tomorrow and it’s a simple one so you can wear it every day and not just at fancy places.” It was a simple justification, but dammit he was right. You playfully scoffed but allowed him to get the necklace so he could give it to you. You felt an indescribable amount of love when you saw him get up with a big grin on his face. 

When he gave you the box for it, he sat in front of you like a kid waiting to show their parents a drawing they were proud of. Opening the box, you gasped and covered your mouth. The necklace was beautiful. A dainty gold chain with Max’s initial and your birthstone. 

“Max, this is beautiful.” Your voice was barely a whisper. You could hardly speak. It was simple, like he had said, but it was easily one of the most gorgeous things you had. 

“Will you wear it tomorrow?” Max seemed almost nervous as he asked you to wear his initial around your neck. 

In response you flung your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly, tears welling up in your eyes. His arms circled around your waist in reflex to keep you steady. 

“I’m never taking it off.” You breathed near his ear. A few moments later you detached yourself and held the necklace towards him. 

“Put it on for me?”

Neither of your smiles left your faces, even as you eventually succumbed to sleep.

The necklace looks similar to these necklaces I saw on facebook lmao

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Snitches Get Stitches

This is a birthday present for the very special @thelazywitchphotographer! I hope you enjoy it! And if you want more parts, let me know!

Hero gingerly knocked on Supervillain’s front door. A security camera turned toward them. Henchman’s voice crackled through the intercom.

“Hero? What are you doing here? What do you want?”

Hero released their hand from their side, showing a nasty wound that was dripping with red.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” Hero mumbled.

“What the heck, Hero!?” Henchman shouted.

The camera turned off and the sound of footsteps could be heard from behind the door. Hero collapsed just as Supervillain opened it.

“What the heck, Hero!?” Supervillain exclaimed, collecting them in their arms.

“That’s what Henchman said…” Hero slurred.

Supervillain started saying a string of worried somethings to Henchman, but Hero couldn’t make much of it out. Everything sounded as though Hero was underwater.

“Henchman… Medic… how long… Hero? HERO!”

Hero knew they should’ve jumped at the sound of their own name, but they were too tired to care. They fell asleep just as Supervillain deposited them on something soft.

…

“Hero…”

Hero heard their name but didn’t stir.

“Hero!”

Now there was a faint ringing in their ears. What did the voice want? Hero knew what they wanted, they wanted to go back to sleep and-

A small slap across the face got their eyes to shoot open.

“Ow,” Hero protested groggily.

“That did not hurt,” Supervillain scoffed.

Hero’s side, which had been throbbing with every step, was now tingly and numb. Hero went to sit up, but Supervillain and someone else- Medic- pushed them back down.

“No sudden movements,” Medic warned.

“Medic, are they stable?” Supervillain asked.

Medic nodded.

“Then give us the room. Hero has something to tell me.”

Medic obliged, leaving the med bay and closing the door with a soft click.

“What did I have to tell you?” Hero asked.

“You were going to tell me who did this to you,” Supervillain said.

Hero blinked.

“No I wasn’t.”

“You are now,” Supervillain said.

“I’m really not.”

“Fine.”

Supervillain snapped a shiny cuff over Hero’s wrist, attaching it to the bed railing. Hero stiffened, looking between it and Supervillain with wide eyes.

“Now wait just a minute!”

“Did you change your mind?”

“No!”

“Then that stays on until you do.”

Supervillain got up and went to the door.

“I’ll give you some time to mull it over,” they said, “don’t try to escape. Not only would myself or Henchman make short work of you, but you’ll pop the stitches, and I’d hate for you to incur Medic’s wrath.”

Supervillain left at that, locking the door behind them. Hero sighed in exasperation. How were they supposed to tell Supervillain that their other teammate, Villain, had done this?

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[minarinnn]

content/trigger warnings: toxic! luke, violence, established relationship, gaslighting

i just know that luke would be so protective. not in a toxic way though, or at least that’s what he wants you to believe. when a guy gets rather close to you he’ll glare at them, standing a few feet behind you while you tell him that you’re not interested. if the guy still doesn’t get the point and keeps bothering you, luke will step in, telling the guy to ‘fuck off’ because you already stated that you weren’t interested

the next day the guy won’t even look at you, even being in the same room as you has him looking nervous. his face would be bruised and he’s limping when he walks. you’d ask luke if he did something, knowing he has quite the short temper. he’d act clueless of course, saying he doesn’t know why the guy is acting that way. he’ll even joke saying that maybe it was because he’s so intimidating

you believe him, obviously, he’s your boyfriend. he would never lie to you

oh but he did. he lied to you because you would never agree with what he does to protect you, to keep you safe. you’d leave him if you found out:(. how he sneaks away at night to find the guy that had been hitting on you. beating him up until the guy can barely stand. he makes sure to cause enough fear into the guys body that he won’t even look, let alone think, about you anymore

and this isn’t the first time he’s done something, not by a long shot. it was almost like a weekly routine. any guy that’d get too close to you, even without flirting, would incur luke’s wrath

that’s why most guys avoid you. they barely even talk to you anymore. you don’t even notice it until your girl friend points it out. now that you thought about it, it was weird how most of your guy friends suddenly stopped talking to you. you’d go talk to luke about it, telling him that maybe you did something wrong, that you offended them

he’d simply hold you in his arms, telling you sweet lies about how he could never understand how those jerks wouldn’t wanna be your friends. but don’t worry, luke will always be there for you <3

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[bridgetotheskyyy]

Kitty Bell - Naoya

Kinktober Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, collaring, horrified abuse of bdsm (bc it's naoya lol), degradation, oral sex, cumshot, bratty elements, sexism (of course)

A/n: He's an ass but he's our ass.

Word count: 1.6k

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Arguments were not an unfamiliarity in the Zenin household.

But coming from Lord Naoya’s bedroom? That was unheard of.

Servants of the house did their best to ignore the hisses, the harsh clunk of furniture, and keep their attention on floors desperately in need of scrubbing ― 

A giggle sounded behind the door ―

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH!”

CRASH.

One servant woman startled, flicked her gaze toward the sliding doors with a blanche.

No one said a thing, nor were there any other sounds from the bedroom thereafter.

The servants ensured the floors were spotless, lest they incur the wrath of their masters, and scurried away.

You stood stock-still. Naoya held your face in his hand, enraged eyes level with yours.

“Who gave you that mouth, hm?” he said, squeezing your cheeks in his grip. “Who taught you to talk back to me?”

You didn’t answer. The shadow of your punishment loomed, imminent. You shivered ― with anticipation more than fear. Your cunt throbbed.

Naoya studied you for a tense couple of seconds before releasing you.

“Go get your collar ― no!” Naoya barked as you dug for the wrong drawer. “The new one. We’re gonna settle this. Now.” 

Naoya licked his lips, leaned back at the sight before him. 

This was going to be fun.

“Like the new necklace I bought you, woman?”

The kitty bell on your collar tinked as you lowered your head.

Naoya admired your pathetic state. He had been too lenient with you lately. Women. You gave an inch and they only took a mile. 

He smirked; you’d be getting more than an inch tonight.

“This is what you get for running your mouth,” Naoya said. At the foot of the bed, he put elbows to his knees and leered at you, one finger beckoning forward. You made to stand ―

“Are you kidding?” How stupid could you be? “Crawl.”

And he watched you do it, kitty bell dangling from your neck. Naoya followed it, itching to grip your collar himself, jerk you around with it. Naoya swallowed the excess saliva in his mouth and straightened to grip his throbbing cock. 

“Come.”

He chuckled at the playful tint in your eye that told him you were enjoying yourself. Clearly, he had chosen the right bitch for him. So obedient ― except when you weren’t. When you tested him. Naoya’s cock twitched in his palm and he stroked to soothe it.

You sat before him, perfect legs tucked underneath perfect thighs, and waited for further instruction.

He hooked a finger over your collar and dragged you forward until his cockhead dangled over your plush lips. You opened your mouth ― 

He yanked you forward again. Your face was inches from his, while his face remained without expression. 

“I don’t want to see a drop after you’re done, understand?” His deadly whisper hit your face, but the only proof was the slight flutter of your pretty lashes.

 You met his eye and did not waver. Brave little thing. He loved you ― in his own way.

Naoya licked the dry away your lips, smirked as you nodded. “Show me what that mouth was really meant for.”

He sat back as you sunk down. You palmed his cock and began your punishment ― what a punishment.

“You should count yourself lucky,” Naoya said. “It’s hardly a punishment to have a man’s cock in your mouth, least of all mine, now is it, kitten?”

You shook your head no ―

SLAP.

“Answer me.”

Your cheek blossomed pink. You popped his cock from your mouth to reply, “No, husband.”

Satisfied, Naoya closed his eyes and let you get to work on him. 

He groaned, hand fisting the sheets; your tongue swept and swirled over the head of his cock before taking it in your mouth ― your warm, slippery mouth. Almost as good as your other holes. Naoya arched forward to see you bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks out to properly suck him off. 

“Ngh ― good, good, use those hands …” 

At his word, you brought one hand to stroke what couldn’t fit in your mouth. 

He cracked an eye open; now this is what he wanted to see. Why couldn’t it always be like this? Your mouth and cunt wet and perfect and perennially available to him, the way it was meant to be?  

With each filthy bob of your head, your bell rang, your movements flashing the sharp black of your collar. Naoya had had his name engraved on it for good measure, lest you ever forget who you belonged to. 

“Open your mouth,” Naoya ordered.

You obeyed, popping him from your mouth to show him your rosy pink tongue.

“Such a good girl tonight.” Naoya gripped his cock to spank it on your tongue before giving a quick slap over your flushed cheek. “Where was this behavior the other night, hm?”

He gripped the back of your head and angled you back on to him to allow you to continue your work. 

“Why do you have to make everything so difficult? Harder.”

Naoya drew in a sharp breath at the extra suction you gave his cock at his command. His knuckles whitened, throttling the sheets, until realizing your head was available and began to thoroughly fuck your mouth. His cock twitched against your wily tongue when he heard you choke and struggle to take him.

“Fuck, fuuck!” He gritted his teeth as his cockhead tickled the back of your throat again and again

Your hands fell over his balls to grope and paw at them, your cheeks emancipated from the effort on his cock.

Naoya released in your mouth, long spurts of cum hitting the back of your throat as dragged you by your hair and kept you still on your knees.

“Remember what I said now, not a drop from that pretty little mouth ― aahh …!”

You took him all the way to the base, your nose brushing against his pubic hair. Your throat jumped with each thorough swallow. 

“Yes, fuck …!” Naoya hissed. “Such a good little glory hole for me, uurgh …!”

You treated him to a few more bobs of your head before releasing him.

Naoya narrowed his eyes. “Show me.”

Again, you opened your mouth, revealing nothing but your pretty abused tongue.

He slapped the side of your cheek with a playful chuckle. “Good girl. Kneel.”

You steadied yourself on your hands and knees, providing somewhere for Naoya to place his feet. Your forehead kissed the floor as he fashioned you as a stool, ankles hitting the back of your neck.

“Next time, you’re not gonna talk back, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna offer that pretty cunt up and shut that mouth unless I’ve got my cock ready for it, correct?”

“Yes.”

Naoya grinned and removed his feet. He hooked a finger underneath your collar and dragged you atop him. He was already hardening again at the sight of your absolute submission to him.

He slapped his cock against your clit, smirking at the sight of your moist cunt. “Who does this belong to?”

“You, mmm …!”

“Who?”

“Naoya!” You were breathless already.

“Very good.”

He sat you on him, his cock nestled between your plush walls. 

Naoya groaned out as you screamed. He chuckled as he settled you farther on his cock, refusing you a second to adjust to him. He felt nothing for you. This should be nothing for you; it must be much easier than the time he snuck into your dressing room and took you bone dry from behind, shouldn’t it? 

Pathetic.

You gripped his shoulders as he fucked into you. His iron grip on your hips kept you exactly where he wanted. 

“Nurgh!” Naoya slammed you on to his cock, his bruising pace sending him barreling into you. “And don’t think you’re just wearing that collar inside ― aahah ― you’re wearing it where everyone can see. You got that, bitch?”

“Yes, gods.” You buried your head in the crook of his shoulder as one of his hands gripped the fat of your ass. “Yes, yes, yes ―!”

You clenched pathetically around him, milking him desperately. Naoya kissed, licked, bit into the shell of your ear, savoring the supreme pleasure of your cunt.

An idea struck him amidst the haze. He smirked.

And secured hands around your hips to lift you off him.

You gasped from the sudden loss. “No!” 

He shoved you to the floor. His cock dangled in your face once you looked up.

“You’re gonna watch me finish,” Naoya said, “and you’re gonna get nothing.” 

Tears were in your eyes, your cheeks flushed red and lips just as pillowy as when you started. He hadn’t kissed you once, he realized as he palmed ferociously at your cock. Perfect.

Naoya stroked himself in front of you. His eyes fluttered closed as he imagined your cunt still squeezing so lovingly atop him, so loving, after everything ―

He roared as ropes of cum sprung from his cock and on to your face. You were silent as you took it, teary eyes closed as white got lost in your hair, splashed your perfect lips, your cheeks.

Your collar.

You look beautiful like this. Naoya studied your fucked out face, eyed the collar that bound you to him far better than any wedding ring.

“Go clean up,” he said once recovering, stuffing his cock back in his trousers. 

He watched you stand and sulk toward the bathroom.

“Oh, and, honey?”

You turned around.

“Leave the collar dirty.” Naoya eyed it from where he was. 

He chuckled as your flushed skin turned pinker. You nodded, continuing on your way.

 Maybe he did like it when you misbehaved. Just a little. 

[adultish-momma]

Therapy on a Time Crunch

The VDC is coming up, and not only is there a lot of vocal and dance prep to do, but some unpacking needs to be fit in to the already busy schedule.

Or: Yuu refuses to let Epel say sexist shit in their presence.

Warnings!: Inherently sexist comments. Epel in book 5 is honestly just a raging stereotypical small town misogynist, and that is itself a warning. Threat of future violence at the end.

A/N: Yuu is Gender Neutral in this story, but Epel’s specific brand of misogyny pisses me off, so Yuu responds as if they were personally targeted by his comments. That being said, they are never refered to as fem, nor do they state that they identify as fem.

“But all these girly twisting motions… I don’t want to do those.”

They couldn’t have heard that right.

Yuu sits at a table in an alcove of the Pomefiore dance hall, blinking in stunned disbelief at the purple-haired freshman. Grim, intimate with the knowledge of their henchhuman’s body language symbols by this point in the school year, inches further amongst the pages of their spread-out homework. He hangs his head over a worksheet, hoping to remain out of the line of fire but still be able to watch the show about to happen.

“Wait, wait, wait” the Prefect rises, shaking their hands and their head in denial of what they just heard. “Go back. Did you just say that Jazz… Hip Hop… is girly??”

Epel opens his mouth, but Yuu raises their hand in a dismissive, shushing gesture. Something in their eyes prompts him to quickly shut his mouth.

“I mean, correct me if I’m wrong here Vil, but as far as I recall, Jazz and Hip Hop are, historically and predominantly, male dominated dance styles. At least in my world, what about here?”

Vil raises an eyebrow, impressed with the otherworldly students' knowledge. He gives a small nod in response to their question.

“That’s what I thought. So tell me Epel, what exactly is so ‘girly’ about a dance style that was created by both genders, but has had the female influence of its origins mostly deliberately forgotten? What’s so ‘effeminate’ about a dance style that is incredibly hard for female dancers to establish credibility in because people cry ‘slut’?”

Again, Epel opens his mouth to flounder out an answer, desperately trying to string words into a sentence that will make the Ramshackle Housewarden stop looking at him like that. He feels pinned, backed into a corner, and hell Leona doesn’t even make him feel this much like prey. Like he’s only got one chance to present himself to the jury that is Yuu, and if he messes this up they will judge him worthy of execution.

“The whole idea of boys being ashamed of doing effeminate dance moves is so last century.” Vil steps in now, adding his own judgemental pressure to the freshman’s predicament. “Did you grow up a century ago? Have we a time traveler amongst us?”

“N-no, sir…”

At least with Vil it’s easy to figure out how to end a lecture quicker. Vil already softens at the submissive tone of his underclassman. Not much, just a fraction, but softens nonetheless. Vil is a wrath he’s incurred before, a wrath he knows how to navigate. His fellow first year on the other hand…

Even with Kalim stepping up, inserting his sunny disposition into the tense standoff, the Prefect does not yield. They continue to stare Epel down, jaw clenched and arms crossed like a disappointed parent. Vil softens even further at whatever advice the sophomore is spouting, but Epel can’t hear him over the roar in his ears, still transfixed by the way his body screams threat in response to the Prefect’s stare. There’s something taunting about it now, an angry predator that is daring him step closer. Epel has enough sense to not rise to the bait.

Yuu begins to smirk, and suddenly Epel has doubts about his survival rate.

“Just for curiosity's sake… ” they begin, demeanor changing on a dime. Their voice drops, likening itself to that of a husky purr. The harsh posture is dropped, hips curving and arms draping themselves in a manner that accentuates their body’s curves. Within seconds, they embody a lot of the attributes Vil tries to teach him in his private lessons. With an alluring smile (but still that predatory gaze), they gesture behind them towards the Scarbian Vice Housewarden.

“Would you consider Jamil ‘feminine’?”

“No, of-”

“No?" an innocent widening of the eyes, big and round and doe-like, exactly how Vil would want him to do. "Even when he’s breakdancing? You know, that Hip Hop dance style that he’s so fond of?”

“...no.”

“No,” smug satisfaction drips from Yuu’s frame like poison. “You wouldn’t.”

The Ramshackle student retreats across the practice room, returning to their belongings while maintaining that captivating air they adopted. They move in a way that draws the eyes, and Epel is able to watch from his place across the room as they do exactly that. They bend over the table to reach all their belongings, and they do so in just the right way, allowing Epel to catch at least three of the boys in the room check out their ass. (The fact that he only caught the looks of the others after he himself had to retch his gaze away will be ignored).

Epel bitterly (and begrudingly) thinks that maaaaaybe Vil might be onto to something about all his posturing crap.

Grim, who hadn’t completed a single problem on his worksheet, gleefully hopped down from the chair, sauntering towards the exit.

“Potato, where do you think you’re going?” 

“To get some air. This place reeks of archaic misogyny.” A snicker from their beastly companion can be heard from the hallway.

Yuu pauses in the doorway, fingers drumming on the doorframe in deliberation. Suddenly they turn around, relaxing against the wood so they could face the VDC crew. The predatory glint was back.

“If you want to complain because you don’t have an interest in dancing, by all means be my guest, you’re entitled to preferences. But I promise you, if I ever hear you spout that kind of sexist bullshit again, I’m going hit with the sparkliest, pinkest purse in existence and knock your sorry ass into next week.”

[heyyallitssatan]

Ok so, I want a warrior Penelope au, but Odysseus is still a warrior

Odysseus, student of Athena, warrior of the mind, foretold to changes the tides of mankind and the divine

Penelope, students of Ares, warrior of the heart, foretold to change the battles of men and gods alike

Together they will revolutionise war and fighting and ruling, they will change the world, warriors of the heart and mind

So I thought maybe Penelope would go with him to Troy, but then I realised that ruins everything, so instead she still stays behind with their newborn son and Odysseus promises to return before the boy even knows he’s gone

He doesn’t

So warrior Penelope had a choice to make, she can stay with her son, raise him and rule the kingdom (the people can complain all they want, who’s gonna stop her), and then when the suitors arrive instead of proposing the never ending weaving thing, she tells them whoever can best her in battle will win her hand (because she knows that only one man ever will) also, Telemachus becomes a warrior of both the heart and mind, taking the best strategic parts of Odysseus and the strongest parts of Penelope, becoming a warrior unrivalled by all but god kin, so when Odysseus does return home there are no suitors to kill, but she does make him best her in battle, they tie and she knows it’s really him and they live happily ever after (also Eurylochus doesn’t open the wind bag, they still get detoured either by someone else doing it or by some godly shenanigans, but those bitches do it together, Odysseus will return with most of his men in tow) (also also, he’s not a dumb fuck and doesn’t I cure the wrath of Poseidon, because he either kills Polyphemus or doesn’t tell him his name, they incur his wrath a different way that really just amounts to Poseidon being pissy and taking it out on the first human he finds)

Or, equally good, she sets out on her own venture to find her husband, her crew is fairly small in number, mostly warrior wives (because fuck you I do what I want there’s a coalition of warrior women in Ithaca now) including her right hand Ctimene, and her son Telemachus (she leaves the kingdom in the charge of someone she trusts I don’t care who right now), she starts searching for her husband, this leads to some absolute bullshit where through godly shenanigans and just generally shit terrible luck they keep missing each other just barely, but they’re too stubborn to go home so round and round they go, several years later they both manage themselves to the same island, so they’re together, but more shenanigans and it’s still several years more before they’re home to Ithaca, only to discover that in the mean time they’ve been declared dead and their kingdom’s been stolen, so the three of them literally fight their way to the throne and reclaim it

I like both models, I think both are nice