#also your pull ups look absolutely laughable

[lxnarphase]

━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

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[brokenbough]

I had to get this off of my chest, it's pure fluff and annoying!reader (according to Simon)

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Thonk

Simon turned to the side, looking at the new recruit on his shoulder. Your head had fallen onto his shoulder, using him like a pillow.

Simon wasn't happy about this new predicament in the slightest, especially not after Soap had taken a picture of it like it was a spectacle to behold.

It was incredibly disrespectful to use your commanding officer like a pillow, let alone Ghost. But you didn't care. Not in the slightest.

Well, it didn't seem like you cared much as you slept, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, eyebrows drawn closer as if you were having a bad dream.

He tried to move you off of him, shaking his shoulder, your shoulder. Nothing worked. You slept heavy, something condemnable in the military. Sleeping heavy meant you weren't alert, aware. Bad for business in all the wrong ways.

He called for your name, your rank, but nothing worked. You were out cold and using him for warmth.

He decided he'd deal with it when he landed. In 6 hours.

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2 hours passed and you were still out cold. Then 3 and 4.

Soap was up now, laughing his ass off again, waking up Gaz and Price who also seemed more than amused. The mission was clearly exhausting for you. It was your first, it didn't surprise the older and more experienced men around you, but it was still a sight to see.

Simon was pissed.

Had he stayed completely still during that entire time? Yes. Did he enjoy any second of it? Absolutely not.

Somehow, you had wiggled one of your arms under his, holding onto his bicep.

Then, you had the audacity to smile. Your eyebrows no longer drawn or lips parted. They were now pulled softly to each side of your rosy cheeks as you muttered. He almost asked you to repeat it before it before it registered.

"That's nice." You had said, nuzzling closer to him as if he was something soft enough to nuzzle.

Your smile had become dizzying to him as the words pingponged inside his head.

That's nice.

Nice? Him? Nice?

It was laughable at best, damning at worst.

He tried waking you up multiple times throughout the flight. A series of taps on your shoulder to shaking you. You just mumbled some jumble before squeezing his arm softly, smiling, and heading right back to dreamland.

You clung to him the rest of the flight, smiling that stupid smile as you relished in his warmth, melting into his side.

The plane landed and everyone moved off except for the two of you. Him against his will, and you against his side.

You stayed there for another hour before finally waking up.

You were teased about it relentlessly when you both returned to base and chewed out for almost an hour by Ghost himself.

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Weeks passed before the next incident that got you your callsign: Thorn.

On a mission in the cold and infamous Russia, you had fallen into a river the team had been crossing. Rushing to the safe house, your clothes were quickly pulled from your body as you shook violently. Ghost, ever the bigger man of the group, was tasked with warming you by the fire. He held you, yelled at you to keep your eyes open, and wrapped you up in his warmth.

You finally got over your mild case of hypothermia before falling into a deep sleep again. This time on top of him. You curled into his side, pushing your small feet between his legs to warm them before nuzzling into his chest.

It was more than embarrassing the next morning as your clothes were handed to you.

"Twice in two months." Soap teased, watching your face turn red at the raggedy dinner table the equally raggedy safe house had to offer. "Should I be expecting another next month?" He asked with wiggly eyebrows.

You shoved his face away, going to apologize to Ghost who was on watch.

The conversation was short and curt, him sending you off with calling you a proper thorn in his side.

Gaz joined in on the teasing, calling you Thorn, and the dreadful, fluster inducing name stuck.

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Unfortunately for the reputation of the Big Bad Ghost, it didn't take long before he had come to crave the heat you offered on his side.

Sitting next to drowsy you, or being forced to when all the seats were taken, had become a past time of his and Soap and Gaz were eating it up.

They had a hefty collection of photos of each encounter (that they caught) by the time Christmas came along. Ghost should have known it was trouble when Gaz and Soap had given you two a present together in the lounge room where the celebration was taking place. You, ever the naive, had just been happy and honored to get a present from two of your favorite people.

The groan that echoed throughout the room was loud enough that you could hear a pin drop in the aftermath.

Everyone had stopped to look at a pink faced you and a more than unamused Ghost as a roll of film was pulled from a decorated box. The bastards had taped every Polaroid picture together and it rolled out like loose toilet paper.

Everyone, except you and Ghost, laughed as the pictures were examined. It, more often than not, included a sleeping you and an angry Simon giving a death glare to the photographer. On a rare occasion in the collection of photos, there would be a photo of you and Ghost, huddled up together, asleep.

🖤🩶🤍

[hees-mine]

First time - L. Heeseung

Pairing: heeseung & fem reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, blowjob, handjob, ear licking, cum eating, multiple orgasms, cursing, dirty talk.

Synopsis: wherein your mutual friend decides to approach you in the halls on a random school day, begging you to take his virginity because his friends wouldn’t stop making fun of him for being a virgin at 22. Well, after you’re done with him, he’s going to be the furthest thing from a virgin.

WC: 4,437k

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“Y/n, please? I thought we were friends. Don’t friends help each other out?” Walking down the school hall, heeseung follows you along like a puppy would, his master hounding you with the same old question he’s been asking you for at least a month.

You scoff and cut your eyes at him.

The audacity of him to try and make it seem like you were friends to what he wanted was laughable to you. You guys were not friends. You knew him through mutual friend groups and occasionally talked with him, but friends was definitely a reach. “Friends?”

“Yes!” He answers so quickly, and it’s shameless how desperate he sounds to you right now.

“Hmm okay for the sake of argument let’s say we are friends how many friends do you know that do what you’re asking me to do?” You humor him pushing open the exit door to your school with him still hot on your tail.

“All of them!” He lied immediately, saying anything at this point just to get you to say yes.

“So not only are you shameless, you’re also a liar,” you tsked. “And here I was actually thinking about doing it,” you say with a tone of disapproval.

“What? Wait, y/n, no, I’m sorry, I lied. It’s just I’m desperate and saying anything to convince you” he takes long strides to keep up with your fast pace. “None of my friends do that but I’m just sick of being the laughing stock of the group” lowering his head he clutches the straps on his backpack and kicks a pebble on the ground sighing loudly.

“Hmm, so let me get this straight: you want me, barely even an acquaintance, let alone a friend, to take your virginity?” You ask just to make sure you’re getting this right.

He nodded his head, and if the silent confirmation wasn’t enough, he gave you a verbal one, too. “Y-you’re the only girl I know, and I trust you,” he mumbles, embarrassed to even admit out loud that he absolutely has no contact with women other than you.

He really has no reason to trust you, but he just does.

Now that you heard him out a little, you kinda felt bad for him, but it was still so out of left field for him to be asking you this. Although you weren’t exactly opposed to having sex with him, you still didn’t want him to regret anything. “So you want me to be your first? Are you sure? Don’t you want it to be special?”

“I’m sure as long as you’re patient with me it will be special” he turns to you you’re already looking at him with a small smile and he gets embarrassed quickly looking away and clearing his throat awkwardly as he pushes up the middle of his eyeglasses.

All you had to do was be patient with him. That in itself could be really challenging for you because, despite his shy demeanor, he was literally the hottest man you’ve ever seen. That coupled with the fact that it had been a while since you had sex, and just the idea of doing it with him was turning you on right now.

The silence drew on while you were in your own head contemplating this, and at this point, he could only surmise your answer would be a no, so he took a preemptive strike and rejected himself. “It's fine if you don’t want to do it. As you can see, no one else wants to, so I’m not surprised you don’t either. I’ll just get out of your hai-“

“Take me to your place,” you said, looking straight ahead as the both of you walked side by side.

“W-what?” He stutters, nearly losing his balance.

Stopping in your tracks, he stops with you, and you turn to him, gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling him in as he nervously eyes your face up close. “Take. Me. To. Your. Place.”

He gulps nodding his head frantically. “It’s that way” he points in the direction and you loosen the grip on his shirt you gesture him to lead the way and every step he takes from then on is one step closer to him losing his innocence.

He’s never been this nervous before.

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When you both arrive to his house the parking lot is empty meaning his parents are luckily still at work and he eagerly lets you inside leading you upstairs to his bedroom straight away.

“Minimal, I like it,” you note. Once you enter his room, it is very spacious but simple and cozy at the same time.

“Thank you,” he whispers, wiping his sweaty hands on his slacks as he shuts the door and locks it.

You took a seat on the corner of his bed, your eyes scanning the room while you waited for him to join you.

But he doesn’t. He’s stood still by his door. He hadn’t moved a step since you entered his room.

“You wanna fuck standing up?” You tease him for just standing there.

Your voice snaps him out of his nervous thoughts. “W-what I- no unless you want to but I-i don’t really know how” his face is a mixture of confusion and worry as he stands by his door feeling a bit unsure about all this or maybe he was just anxious it’s hard for him to tell right now cause he’s too focused on trying to stop himself from shaking like a leaf.

“I’m joking,” you giggle, and you pat the bed next to where you’re sitting so he can join you. “Come sit.”

“Okay,” he says with a small nod and sits next to you.

No wonder he asked you to be patient with him at this rate it’d be half hour before you even got him to take his shirt off but you didn’t mind easing him into it. “Baby loosen up” if anything his posture got stiffer and he wasn’t even attempting to make eye contact with you anymore. “Would you feel more comfortable if I took my clothes off?” You offer.

Finally, he looks at you, eyes wide and pleading. “Please?”

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[eldritch-spouse]

How would the other clergymen receive to cumming instantly for their obsession like in that ask with the icons? I imagine nebul would hate it. Patches wouldn’t notice for a bit lol

[Continuing from this ask, minus Santi.]

Morell struggles to understand. That didn't just happen. That's never happened, not since his first. As embarrassed as he is, he knows he can't give you too much time to think about it, so he overwhelms you with his fingers as best as he can. Morell is touchy about this and will keep ceaselessly trying to find a workaround. It's just no fun if, the second he's in you, it's over. Tease him and he may become unpredictable.

Gallon, entirely not predicting this, has a frozen moment where he simply processes his own orgasm. While he won't outright react to teasing now, he'll use several tendrils to make you orgasm into exhaustion, silently wondering why this took place. The experience was ruined, for his pride at least, and he'll show less interest in penetrative sex when he determines this is a pattern, scheming ways to fix the problem.

Patches does, absolutely, not notice it at first. He figures the next time he'll last a bit more. But he doesn't. Ever. It's as mildly horrifying as it is predictable. He knows it's a problem when Stitches suffers from it too, out of nowhere, and turns to the world of magic to find if he can either extend his endurance artificially, or negate any anomalous properties you might have. This can result in him never again being a minute man.

Grimbly honestly tears up from shame. This is gross and weird and it wasn't meant to end like that. Comforting him through it is appreciated, but the more this happens, the more Grimbly thinks there's something wrong with him. He wants to fuck you! He doesn't want to be pegged or penetrated by toys all the time!! He'll even resort to condoms to make things last longer. He never thought this would eat at him as much as it does.

Vinnel just sighs. Figures his sickness would ruin his sexual performance as well. Having days where his genitals simply refuse to work is one thing, now he's cumming in seconds? Fortunately, he can pull a switcheroo and keep fucking you with an approximation, but his own frustration might translate into sadism dealt onto you. Whatever.

Belo, well, he figures the first time this happens it's normal? There's suspicion it's not. You might need to have a talk with him. Ultimately, he's conflicted. On the one hand, this must mean you're very compatible, right? You resonate with him! On the other, he's aware he should offer his Lady/charge a more worthwhile experience of love in its' physical form. Could... Could he consult Krulu about this?

Nebul is eating this memory. No way you're keeping that. Penetration is off the table until he can find a workaround. He would rather not fuck you at all than orgasm in seconds. You will not have power here, not even power you're unaware of.

Sybastian grunted some kind of incomprehensible curse and looked as if something was deeply wrong with his body. Although he tries to stroke himself back to hardness, something he's regularly achieved, it might be fruitless. Sybastian doesn't quite know what to do with himself and fears that you now see him as subpar and laughable. He will seek reassurance subtly, also trying desperately to find ways to prolong his performance.

Fank-e has no idea how you achieved this?? This isn't supposed to be possible? He can go for hours if he feels like it, then you come along and he orgasms so hard that he nearly has to shut down. Very funny. Instead of feeling threatened by this, Fank-e resorts to his other incredibly effective means of making you orgasm, and later forcibly modifies all his genital attachments to a very diminished sensitivity. It took several tries to find a good balance.

Krulu has to resist the urge to pry your body open and inspect what caused this. His first idea is that the feedback response from your part was simply too intense. Irregardless, he's rattled that this didn't go according to how he wants it to, but his refractory period isn't notable to you, so he spends the time in-between isolating and nullifying the trait that makes your partners unable to perform. The trait is not erased, particularly because he thinks he can weaponize it. You know better than to tease him for that first encounter, hopefully. Silently savor the win of making a siadar bust immediately, if you're smart.

[gojomyshayla]

No warning!

Gojo x senior!reader pt.2

Trope : one bed trope, oblivious reader , lover boy gojo. Slight grumpy x sunshine (gojo is the sunshine here)

Starring : second year!gojo , senior!fem!reader highschool geto and shoko

A/n man i love writing about highschool gojo being lovesick 😭

Summary : Gojo Satoru might act cool and untouchable, but when it comes to you—his sweet, oblivious senpai—he's completely whipped. He melts at the smallest things you do, but you never notice. When a mission forces you both to stay in a small inn with only one bed, things get even harder for him.

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Gojo Satoru Has a Problem.

A very big problem.

And that problem is you.

From the moment he became a first-year at Jujutsu High, Gojo had been doomed. You were the kind of girl who made heads turn without trying, effortlessly charming with your kindness and intelligence. Strong, graceful, and so sweet—it made him feel like he was going insane.

The worst part? You were completely oblivious to the effect you had on him.

Every time you smiled at him, fixed his uniform, or called him "Satoru" in that soft voice, his heart short-circuited. But you never noticed. You just kept being your sweet self, completely unaware that the "strongest sorcerer" was actually the weakest when it came to you.

And now? He was stuck on a mission with you.

A solo mission with just the two of you.

Yeah. He was screwed.

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The train ride to the mission site was peaceful—for you. For Gojo? Absolute torture.

You sat right beside from him, quietly reading a book while he pretended to nap, sneaking glances at you from behind his sunglasses. The way you absentmindedly chewed your lip in concentration, the way your fingers played with the edge of the page—it was unfair.

At one point, you sighed and stretched, your foot accidentally nudging his. “Ah, sorry, Satoru.”

He nearly died.

“N-no problem,” he muttered, turning his head toward the window to hide his red face.

You tilted your head. “Are you feeling okay?”

No, I am not okay, you’re too cute and it’s ruining my life.

“Pfft. Of course! I’m Gojo Satoru,” he said with a cocky grin, masking his internal crisis.

You just laughed. “If you say so.”

Gojo sighed. This was going to be a long trip.

"Satoru, why do you look so nervous? Are you scared that the mission won't go well?" You chuckled it's almost laughable how oblivious you could be .

"Nervous? Me? You wish.", he replied with a sumgness that somehow made your heart race faster..

Soon the two of you fell into complete silence. Not an awkward one rather a comfortable one .

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The task itself wasn’t hard—just some low-level curses in a rural town. It should’ve been easy, a simple in-and-out job. But, of course, things never went as planned.

“We should stay the night,” you said, stretching your arms as you looked at the darkening sky. “It’s too late to head back now.”

Gojo groaned internally. Staying the night meant finding an inn. And finding an inn meant—

“We only have one room left,” the old lady at the front desk told you with an apologetic smile. “I hope that’s alright.”

Gojo nearly choked.

You, ever the rational one, just nodded. “That’s fine. Thank you.”

Fine?! FINE?!

He was about to share a room with you, and you thought it was fine?!

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As soon as you both got to the room, you opened your bag and sighed. “Ah, I forgot my toothbrush.”

Gojo, who had been dramatically flopping onto the bed, sat up. “Want to share mine?” he teased.

You gave him a flat look. “That’s disgusting, Satoru.”

He grinned. “It’s romantic.”

You ignored him, instead pulling out a lollipop from your bag. “I guess I’ll just brush my teeth with this.”

Gojo watched in horror as you put the lollipop in your mouth. “That is not how dental hygiene works, senpai.”

You shrugged. “Sugar kills bacteria.”

Gojo sighed. He really was in love with a menace.

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Gojo satoru.A man who is not only know to the scorcer world but also among the ladies.He away have women lingering around him is now nervous , the reason is you

As soon as you entered the room you saw something unexpected

The room was small, cozy, and had only one bed.

Gojo stared at it like it personally offended him. He could handle fighting Special Grade curses, but this? This was a battle he wasn’t prepared for.

You, on the other hand, were completely unbothered. You tossed your bag on the floor and turned to him. “I’ll take the floor,” you said, as if that was a normal thing to do.

Gojo frowned. “No way. I’ll take the floor.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Satoru, you’re taller than me. You’ll be uncomfortable.”

She’s worried about my comfort? His heart skipped a beat.

He quickly shook his head. “Nah, it’s fine. I’m used to suffering.”

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer. “Don’t be ridiculous. We can just share.”

Share?

Gojo.exe stopped working.

His brain short-circuited. Completely. Totally. Catastrophically.

He tried to act cool, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “O-oh. Yeah. I mean—if you insist.”

He was going to die tonight.

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Soon they both settled down after their dinner that Gojo paid with his own black caed

Gojo barely slept. He stayed completely still, paralyzed, while you lay peacefully beside him, breathing softly.

Then, in the middle of the night—

You rolled over and cuddled into him.

His entire body went rigid.

Your arms tucked against his chest, your head resting near his shoulder. You looked so peaceful, your warm breath fanning against his neck.

Gojo was dying.

His heart was beating too fast, his mind screaming, but he didn’t dare move. If I move, she’ll wake up, and then I’ll never get to experience this again.

So, he just… lay there. Wide-eyed. Trying not to combust.

"She will kill me for sure" he said before wrapping his arms around him. He can't wait to share this with geto.

He admired her beautiful face , face illuminated by moonlight slipping through the slides of the window

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The next morning, Geto and Shoko were waiting for them at Jujutsu High. The moment Gojo stepped into the classroom, looking dazed and sleep-deprived, Geto smirked.

“How was the mission?” he asked casually.

Gojo dropped into his chair and groaned. “The worst.”

Shoko raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t you two just exorcise some low-level curses?”

Gojo buried his face in his arms. “Yeah, but we had to share a bed.”

Silence.

Then—

Geto burst out laughing. “You shared a bed with her and you survived?"

Gojo turned Red "shut up curse eater"

Geto rolled his eyes and said "whatever lover boi"

Gojo was doomed

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You had forgotten your notebook in the classroom.

It was early morning, and you didn’t expect anyone to be inside yet, but as you reached the door, you heard familiar voices.

Gojo. Geto. Shoko.

Curious, you paused outside the slightly open door.

“So, let me get this straight.” Geto’s voice was full of amusement. “You not only got to share a room with her but also slept in the same bed, and you’re still too much of a coward to confess?”

You blinked. Who were they talking about?

Gojo groaned dramatically. “You don’t get it, man. She’s not just any girl. She’s—” He hesitated. “She’s perfect.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

Shoko snorted. “You’re so down bad it’s embarrassing.”

“I am not down bad,” Gojo huffed.

“You let her cuddle you in her sleep and didn’t move a muscle because you didn’t want to wake her,” Geto deadpanned.

Gojo sputtered. “T-that doesn’t mean anything!”

Shoko laughed. “Oh, it so does.”

You covered your mouth, heart racing. They were talking about you.

Gojo Satoru—your annoying, arrogant, endlessly teasing junior—was completely and utterly in love with you.

And you had been completely oblivious.

Your face burned as you quietly stepped back. You needed to process this. Fast.

Because suddenly, you weren’t sure who was more doomed—Gojo or you.

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2024 Wrapped: Drarry & Rarepair

I think we all agree that 2024 was far from great in many aspects. For me, last year was full of ups and downs with some happy fulfilling moments, and some very sad, difficult, anxiety-inducing moments. I took a few breaks from fandom and barely read anything in the 2nd half of the year, but a tradition is a tradition so here’s my annual wrapped, even if a bit late :) this list comes full of gratitude for the fics that brought me joy during these not so joyful times. It is also a love letter to short form as I did not have the time and mental space to indulge long fic as I used to. Looking at it, I’m happy to see a nice mix of old faves and new authors whose work I’ve been binging as if there was no tomorrow. As usual, keep in mind that this selection is 100% subjective as it reflects my very own perverted needs personal tastes. I hope you enjoy these gems as much as I did, and I wish you a generous new year, full of kindness and hope ✨

Drarry:

the sun between us by @eleadore (E, 7k)

Draco Malfoy, an omega. It was laughable until he was right in front of you, smelling like he was one shaky step from tripping into a heat. 

you can find my detailed rambling about this fic here, which btw is the first single rec I wrote in over an year because I was so overexcited I had to scream about it somewhere. deliriously sensual and self-indulgent but also full of biting, unrelenting snark, this is a must read to those who are into the good old push and pull of enemies to lovers. and mindblowing hot a/b/o sex as a treat :D

Heart to Hearth by @jtimu (E, 7k)

It should perhaps not have been a surprise that the repairman on his front step came not with coveralls and a toolbox but instead with a sardonic stare and a raised eyebrow.

my favourite odd job fic of 2024! what a fantastic concept to have a capable, smooth Draco rocking the hell out of those coveralls and making Harry (and all of us) salivate. this fic is a masterclass in short form: compelling characters (I love this disaster Harry so much), delicious build up and perfect pacing making their attraction feel genuine and organic.

Long Haul by @wolfpants (E, 9k)

The last person Harry expects to run into on a long haul flight to New York City is Draco Malfoy.

there’s something magically wistful about second chances and maybe that’s why I instantly fell in love with this beautiful love letter to Drarry and to NYC. I adore the gentle tone, the easy flirting and evocative atmosphere. the airplane smut is superb and there’s enough backstory to get you invested in their past without overshadowing the infinite possibilities the present is opening up for them right there. a beauty!

Spoiled Little Brat by @fastbrother (T, 9k)

Harry won’t stoop to Malfoy’s level. Really, he won’t. (He will.)

the best professors fic you’ll read today, this one pulled me right back into Drarry after summer break. what a delight of a fic - silly, fun, charming, with a perfect Hogwarts atmosphere that got me sad for not being there. their chemistry is unreal, with incredible banter - then deliberate teasing - and so much sexual tension it made me weak at the knees. oh, make sure to check the phenomenal art by @appleslightning!

When the Flood Comes by @academicdisasterfic (E, 10k)

Nine years on from the war, Auror Potter is upholding the Ministry of Magic's rule of law. Senior legal counsel Draco Malfoy is challenging it. And absolutely nothing is as it seems.

lawyer Draco in a suit is always a favourite, combined with a politics plot? sign me up 👏🏻 this is a beautiful, clever, thought-provoking story with a great premise perfectly executed within 10k (but it feels much longer), captivating characters, relevant discussions, detailed world building and be still my heart, the amount of yearning! a gorgeous break up/make up that slowly unravels their past and delivers just the right amount of heartbreak with impressive economy of words.

Knot Your Average Coworkers by @thecouchsofa (E, 22k)

Or: Harry makes a bunch of unintentional knotting jokes while an increasingly baffled Draco is driven insane.

I’ve read this almost a year ago and still remember laughing in delight from beginning to end. what a fun ride! my heart is soft for this cheeky, oblivious Harry with his cringey flirty banter and obsession with Draco’s secret 😂 their dynamic is perfect, light and silly and so very sweet. this fic is hilarious but also incredibly sexy and full of hot intimacy. I’m impressed by how easily Tee blends humour, fluff and heat so organically!

Home series by @hoko-onchi-writes (E, 22k)

In which Harry grows up in darkness, falls in love, fucks up, learns some things, and falls in love again.

my first hoko fic is still my favourite, I got so emo over this one. can’t get enough of this sad, lost Harry navigating the growing pains of post-war life. he’s so young and vulnerable, my heart aches for him. I loved to watch him go from a desperate, co-dependent situationship with Charlie to a more mature and grounded relationship with Draco. touching and melancholy, this story stays with you for a while.

The Superfluous Man by peu_a_peu (E, 24k)

A child for Harry Potter is a miracle of magic. And it's the second act of Draco Malfoy's sorry little life.

another banger by the phenomenal peu, this is the perfect mix of amusing and touching with one of my all-time fave Dracos. the prose is incredible and engaging as per: vibrant, clever, full of personality and with a refreshing take on mpreg that got me kicking my feet in joy. the smooth, effortlessly funny dialogue is a masterpiece in itself, but ah! the sweetness :')

Fine-Fractured Halo by @rainjulyx (E, 29k)

For Harry, it all starts on July 31, 1999 and ends on July 31, 2019. Twenty years of longing, love, and pain in no particular order.

I don’t usually go for unhappy endings but something about this fic lured me in and I felt completely changed after reading it. brace yourself for a quiet, heart-wrenching look into Harry and Draco’s situationship over the span of 20 years of longing and waiting. love the melancholy vibe and the complexity of an unreliable narrative. this story opened a hole inside my chest and stayed with me for a long, long time.

Truth to Materials by @toomuchplor (E, 54k)

In which Harry learns to appreciate art and other pleasures of the flesh.

god knows how this fic is still so underrated because it’s easily on my top 3 of 2024: sexy, moving, thought-provoking, funny and so very romantic and entertaining. I wanna live inside this universe and learn everything about quirky artist Draco and cute smitten Harry getting all curious and hungry for him. their dynamics are captivating, light and fun until the tenderness hits you right in the face. vibrant world building, brilliant cast, perfect dialogue and decadent hot smut - this fic delivers absolutely everything and you need to go read it right now.

this heaven of mud by @garagepaperback (E, 92k)

winter, 2002: Draco Malfoy is absolutely fine, thank you very much. summer, 2008: Harry Potter is, er- well, not good exactly, but definitely better. Yeah. Better than before.

I've inhaled everything garage has written last year and it was hard to pick one for this list, but I knew it had to be this banger. fuck buddies my beloved! this is an immersive and satisfying ride and I love how their relationship slowly unfolds to the reader. seeing them so young and stupid was nostalgic, aching and bittersweet at once, but I wasn’t expecting to be so moved by the romance! a brilliant character study, full of tension and heart.

Rare Pairs:

o fiery sun by @onbeinganangel (E, 3k) - Theo/Harry

Is it actual solstice magic or is Theo Nott just suddenly, really, stupidly, impossibly hot?

I’ve been low-key into this ship thanks to NottPott Chronicles and Mari delivers everything I expected of a “reluctant case partners to fuck buddies” 🔥 what a premise! I’m so hot for Seer Theo who’s a teasing little shit driving Harry up the wall lol their chemistry is explosive, dripping with sexual tension and the promise of more. Drarry fans need to check this asap!

One Night in Hogsmeade by @lqtraintracks (E, 4k) - Prongsfoot

While there are hearts in this world James hasn’t minded breaking, Sirius’s has never been one of them.

trust LQT to ruin me with this ship, which I so carefully avoid hoping to dodge the devastation. but it only takes James and Sirius sharing one brain cell and being all hot and wanton for each other and here I am, dead and buried. this has LQT's trademark of insanely hot smut dripping with angsty feels. the characters are so dear and full of heart, and I can’t handle the amount of desire, trust and fond familiarity they share.

Nightswimming by @sweet-s0rr0w (M, 5k) - Dronarry

Weasley flicks the light on. “I got off with a guy once, you know,” he says, casually, holding the torch up between his gloved fingers.

my favorite Dronarry of the year, this fic was such a unique experience! a masterclass in short form, as per sweet’s usual. such a delicious and expertly crafted foreplay, the mounting tension swallowed me whole and left me at the edge of my seat yearning for more. I need this flirty Ron in my bed life, jfc. the car sequence is one of the best executed scenes I’ve ever read, with such a distinct, sexy dream-like atmosphere. instant classic!

Three's a Crowd (But Four is a Party) by @kbrick (E, 7k) - Harry/Draco/Pansy/Blaise, endgame Drarry

Pansy and Draco have been together for ages. Kind of. They don't sleep together any more, but they do sleep with men together. It's complicated.

also known as the pwp that made me tear up with feels for Pansy & Draco, this is a beautiful and moving love letter to their friendship. I love the layers behind their co-dependency, it’s a really nuanced dynamic while also being a deliciously and self-indulgent poly smutty treat. the sex sequence is smoking hot and a feast for the eyes, with such sweet Drarry chemistry! beautiful and immensely satisfying from beginning to end.

Wield Me by @tackytigerfic (E, 10k) - Drarry + Teddy

A little story about learning to strike while the iron is hot.

I’ve already poured my heart out about this fic on a dedicated rec post but suffice to say this is the tenderest, most creative short I’ve read last year. the rich and detailed world building is absolutely jaw dropping, and all characters are so lovable and fascinating. I’m obsessed with pining blacksmith Draco, and very impressed by how Tacky successfully includes my beloved Teddy in the equation while keeping this a legit (and very much romantic!) Drarry love story. so smooth, so moving. witchcraft

Permanent by @citrusses (M, 13k) - Dron, Drarry

"Harry's always been fixated on older men. Have you ever noticed that, Ron?” Granger asks.

the gasp of utter delight I let out with every citrus fic this year! brilliant time travel concept perfectly executed, I’m still in awe of how much story and character development citrus was able to convey under 15k. sexy, intriguing, slightly melancholy with a clever twist and a hopeful open ending that took the story to another level and made me shake in satisfaction. easily on my top 3 works from last year’s Dronarry Fest!

Dick Chicken by @oknowkiss (E, 15k) - Dronarry

This is a story about nothing.

yep, this is the Seinfeld AU I didn’t know I needed! this fic is so incredibly funny, original and engaging - a brilliant homage to the show’s silly, chaotic ecosystem and cleverly adapted to incorporate elements from the HP universe. I just couldn’t decide between laughing my ass off at the unique brand of humor, falling in love with this sweet Harry or getting all hot and bothered for the Dronarry sexual tension omg

Worth a Thousand Words by @fluxweeed (E, 18k) - Dron

TIL wizards in Britain can avoid ward duty on the grounds of homosexuality. To avoid any false applications, wizards applying for this exemption must provide multiple pictures of themselves receiving anal intercourse with a clearly visible face.

a recent Dron fave, this sexy af and delightful fic translates the ship's essence perfectly: hilarious, scorching hot and a bit unhinged. the absurd premise serves the hottest and most entertaining "fuck first, talk later" trope with the right amount of sass, horny and sweet pining. I love Ron's voice here, curious and indulging and absolutely oblivious but still up for the ride. and Draco’s so hot for him, gosh the smut is so delicious. big bonus points for these AMAZING Harry and Hermione!

periculum by @the-invisibility-bloke (E, 25k) - Sirry

Harry needs someone to take control. Or maybe he just needs Sirius.

the fic that introduced me to El’s writing - my new age gap champion - had me on the floor just a few paragraphs in. this masterpiece covers everything that make this ship deliciously dirtybadwrong: Harry’s sweet longing, Sirius’s spiraling want and guilt clashing with the desire to give Harry everything he wants, the constant grasp for some control while toeing the line that gets blurred, then completely obliterated. exquisite build up and scorching sex scenes, so heated and satisfying!

INCENDIO by swoons (E, 42k) - Albus/James

Albus is just looking for something to get his mind off his brother. When Lily suggests he try INCENDIO, a popular dating app, he has no idea what fate — or the algorithm — has in store for him.

this was actually written in 2023 but I’m making an exception because wow, what a delightful Pottercest fic! this reawakened all my feelings for this ship. great pacing and the right amount of tension, pining, plus the BEST innuendos and poor sex jokes you’ll read today. Al and James have such distinct, charming voices and a deliciously sassy chemistry, plus matchmaker Lily stole the scene, I so enjoyed their dynamics. instant favorite!

[honeyscovet]

Kiss The Villian Review

My rating: 5⭐

My unhinged rating: ♾️⭐

!!!!! SPOILERS AHEAD !!!!!

Read the trigger warnings before picking up this book. Don’t yap later about things you don’t like.

My Thoughts:

First, I did not expect Gareth to be like this. The first chapter??? His internal thoughts?? He is so fucking funny by the way. I didn’t expect him to have ASPD or have narcissistic tendencies OR be sadistic (and a secret masochist).

BUT I LOVE HIM.

Be warned though. If you go into reading this and think Gareth is like Bran (personality wise, especially), please remove that thought. They are two different characters.

Then the way Kayden entered at the end of the chapter??? Gun to Gaz’s head?? chef’s kiss

The 2nd chapter was just 🥵🥵 That’s all I gotta say!!

Second, I did not expect Kayden to be at the Initiation because it was laughable to imagine him as a participant but well, Kayden was immaculate ways. The feminization kink?? 🤭🤭 I love knowing I was right about it and that Gaz is pillow princess AND loves praise.

Their push-and-pull was soo good and actually got over faster than in GOF.

AND!! KAYDEN HAS TWO MOMS!! Rachel and Jina 🥹 I love you two so much!! I am so glad RK included an older sapphic couple. This is progress people!!

Gareth gave me second hand embarrassment with his denial though. Gaz, you love having dick in your ass. You are anything but straight.

KaydenGaz’s domestic moments and Moka were EVERYTHING. Gaz’s obsession with strawberries needs to be studied though.

Also, Morgan needed that reality check from Gareth. Like WHY would you use Zara like that while pushing yourself at Gaz 😒 (Morgan reminds me of a girl in my department who does this same shit with another girl who clearly has a crush on her).

The ‘wife’ reveal in chapter 19 had me like 😶 I was like, “Kayden, you better not be cheating on her!!” I suspected the wife was either dead or they separated. I was hoping on the latter, alas, she IS dead 😔 Her last moments were really gruesome and she deserved better. Like that Senator could not take ‘no’ for an answer (yeah, Cassandra responded to his flirting but a no is a no, you dumb piece of shit) but what was difficult to swallow about Cassandra’s end was how it mirrored the real world. It got real. Because this does happen to women every other minute.

I’m soo glad Kayden killed them all!!

Harper is the same. She was a victim of CSA by her own father. She was taken advantage of by her father, her family (yeah, that part hit a little too close to home because I went through the same thing during her age by a family member), someone who was supposed to protect her. Gareth was really the last safe place she had. Her father is absolutely disgusting and vile, like she is gone. Let her rest in peace, fucker. But nooo, he was doing that on her childhood bed.

Both of their endings were too real. I was sobbing while reading it.

Third, when they put Gareth in a straitjacket and beat him up but he felt nothing of that. He felt so betrayed by Kayden’s lies. The way he was bashing his head watching the videos 😭😭 I WAS SOBBING THROUGH IT. HIS THOUGHTS WERE SO PAINFUL 😣😭

Gaz’s protective and possessive streak though 🙂‍↕️ He was ready to kill a boy for tripping Kill AS A KID!! Kill is his and no one gets to hurt him. What was hilarious is the fact that while Killian was looking at the insides of mice, Gaz was actually getting things done 😂 Almost killing that boy, fooling EVERYBODY including Kill, first murder at 15. Even Kill was impressed.

Someone on Twitter said, “Gareth Carson is who Killian Carson thinks he is.” THAT’S FACTS. Go argue with a wall if you disagree. I love them both but GARETH WAS IT!!! HE WAS BRAT, A PRINCESS AND THE MOMENT!! 💚

I also get Gaz’s need for approval. Like, pretty boy, I get you.

Kayden Lockwood (or Davenport). THE MAN YOU ARE. He took a bullet for him. No hesitation. Nothing.

I love him, Your Honour 🛐🛐

The way he counted every freckle on his face and body 🥹 The way he loves to kiss Gareth’s dimples 🥹 OH HOW HE LOVES HIM!!

Lastly, I loved the book. I loved KaydenGaz. They are EVERYTHING. They are sick, toxic, and unhealthily attached to each other but they made me love them. They can NEVER make me hate this couple or this book.

I adore Mr. and Mr. Davenport 🫶💚

Side Note:

Don’t go reading this into thinking this is going to be NikoBran 2.0. KaydenGaz was very toxic, violent and unhinged. There is dub-con and CNC in this, including kinks like BDSM, feminization, impact play (hand & belt), rough sex and bondage.

There is self-harm as well—involving Gareth. He uses a knife on himself many times AND bashes his head on a wall.

Mentions of rape and CSA—involving Cassandra and Harper.

Mentions of murder, on & off page—Harrod Davenport, Senator and his friends, Harper’s dad and Cassandra’s brother.

Ready for Hunt The Villian (VaughnYulian’s book) 🫶🤍

[misseviehyde]

HEARTLESS

"Are you sure you are talking about MY Mom?" gasped Kathryn as she stared at the two older women in front of her in horror. "You're claiming that Rebecca Gray was the biggest bully at this school? Really?"

Kathryn was standing in Lauderdale High's cavernous main hall. Tables and chairs had been set out and banners proclaiming 'Class of 2000' had been strewn everywhere. Kathryn was dressed in a smart white blouse and black skirt. Her plain brown hair was pulled up in a bun over her head.

As a current student at the school and the student president, she was both fulfilling her duty, but also earning a bit of extra money helping to serve drinks and snacks to the guests at this reunion. When Principal Saunders had asked her, she'd been keen to help. She'd also been curious to meet her Mom's classmates and find out the gossip.

Her Mom NEVER spoke about her school days and to Kathryn's disapointment she had even refused to come to this reunion, claiming that she had been bullied at school and didn't want to attend. But now, Kathryn was learning that is was HER Mom that had been the bully.

Mary and Angelina shook their heads slightly in disapproval. "No, we're saying that bitch Beckie Gray was the actual devil AND the biggest bully this school ever saw. She was a stuck up bitch who used her pretty looks and position as Head Cheerleader to torment everyone. Your Mom made our lives absolute Hell."

"B...but that can't be right," boggled Kathryn. "My Mom is a really nice person. She's the sweetest, most caring person I've ever met."

The two women scoffed. "Well your Mom must be a very different person to who she was when we were at school. You seem nice enough dear, but I'm afraid your Mom ruined our lives. No offense, but we'd rather talk to some of our old friends, not the daughter of our worst bully. Goodbye."

The two women drifted off to talk to someone else, leaving Kathryn alone. Putting down the tray of glasses she was carrying she walked over to the door and exited into the corridor. She just needed a minute to get her head together.

Walking over to the water fountain, head reeling, she splashed her face. The cool water brought her back to her senses. She was being crazy, just because two silly old women accused her Mom of something didn't mean anything. They were probably just confused.

Kathryn pictured her Mom. Rebecca was a fairly average looking woman, handsome perhaps, but not pretty. She was shy and bookish, she worked at a pharmacy and was interested in classical music. Her Mom had zero interest in sports and the thought of her as a cheerleader was actually laughable. Kathryn couldn't reconcile the thought of the gentle kind woman she knew with the image being painted by her Mom's classmates. It didn't make sense.

"Hey are you okay?"

Kathryn looked up to see her best friend Pippa looking concerned. She was here helping tonight too. Behind her thick glasses and sensible haircut, Pippa had kind brown eyes and a keen intellect. She was always looking out for her friends and had noticed Kathryn leaving the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little weirded out. Let's get this gig over with, I wanna go home and talk to my Mom about something."

Pippa gave her a reassuring hug and the two girls returned to the Hall.

***

"Excuse me, did I hear right that you're Beckie Gray's daughter?"

Kathryn was tidying up some empty glasses, the reunion nearly over, when the man approached her. She'd seen him a few times that night looking oddly at her. He looked to be her Mom's age and had a slightly shy, embarrased look about him.

"Errrr, yeah," she muttered feeling slightly concerned. She glanced around and saw Pippa was nearby which was a little reassuring but still... where was this going? What did this weirdo want?

"Listen, I knew your Mom at school. In fact I guess you could say, I was her stalker. It's embarrasing to admit it now but I was totally obssesed with her. She drove me nuts and she seemed to enjoy tormenting and teasing me. She was a real bitch you know."

Kathryn coloured, "My Mom is NOT a bitch. I wish everyone would stop saying that!"

"Ohhh errr, of course, I'm sorry. Look - I just wanted to talk to you quickly and to give you something of hers. You see, just before we all graduated I stole something from your Mom. She always used to wear this really sexy looking heart necklace. There was just something so hot about it. The way it nestled in her big ti... errr anyway.

One night at a party she was really drunk and your Mom passed out on the sofa. I hate to admit it, but before her friends took her home to sleep it off, I stole the necklace. I heard she was really fucking mad about it at first. Strange thing was after a couple of days, she almost seemed like a new person. I heard she really calmed down and got on with her life after that.

Look, I've kept it all these years, but now I just want rid of the damn thing. Please will you give it back to her?"

The man quickly shoved a small black jewel case into her hands and before Kathryn could ask any further questions he hurried away.

***

"What was THAT all about?" asked Pippa curiously as the two girls finished storing the boxes away and began switching off the lights. "Who was that guy?"

"I don't know, it's weird," mused Kathryn examining the little jewel case in her hand. "All night people have been telling me at school my Mom was some sort of horrible bitch. They keep telling me she was a cheerleader, had big boobs, used to get off on being cruel to people... but it doesn't sound anything like the woman I know. I just thought it was some mistake, but then this guy gave me some necklace she always used to wear, and now I'm wondering if it's somehow connected?"

"How could it be?" asked Pippa.

"I don't know, it really doesn't make any sense." Hesitantly Kathryn flipped open the jewel case and lifted out the necklace inside. It was very fine and beautiful. A stylish silver heart glittering with jewels on a fine gold chain... it looked really pretty.

"Wow, that's soooo pretty," gasped Pippa. The other girls lips parted, her hands almost reaching unconsciously towards the necklace, her breathing heavy and her eyes shining. "Can I try it on?"

Kathryn felt a sudden stab of annoyance and irritation... no almost HATRED for her friend. She saw a greedy little troll reaching out to take what wasn't hers, a pathetic little bitch who dared to presume she could touch Kathryn's property. She snatched the necklace back and grasped it to her bosom.

"NO!" snarled Kathyrn, her eyes full of sudden malice. Pippa recoiled in horror at her friends tone and physical posture. It looked like Kathryn was going to attack her.

Then the moment passed and Kathryn blinked in surpise. "Woah, I'm sorry Pippa. I don't know what came over me there. That was weird."

"It's okay, it's been a long night," sulked Pippa, still staring at Kathryn's hand.

Pippa's eyes were still drawn to the necklace. Desire still burned in them, but it was muted now.

Put the necklace on.

Kathryn felt rather than heard the voice. She looked down and she felt a sudden thrill as the same desire Pippa had just had ignite in her own heart.

Yesssss. Wear the necklace. Become the new bearer.

Kathryn groaned as a delicious thrill pulsed through her body. She suddenly wanted to gloat. The necklace was HERS and she WAS going to try it on.

That's right. Mommy was bad, but you'll be even badder. It's been so long since I had a wearer. I can't wait to make you evil. You're going to make such an evil fucking bitch.

Kathryn's breathing was heavy, her nipples were hard, her skin was tingling. A slutty smirk twitched on her lips as she began to lift the necklace up over her head. Her pussy was wet with anticipation.

Pippa's eyes were locked onto the necklace. Kathryn wanted to laugh, it felt so good to be the one and lord it over the other girl.The one? What did that mean? Where were these thoughts coming from?

Mmmmh, all that mattered was the necklace.

Yesssss, you... are... mine....

Kathryn's nails began to tingle and extend, her hair began to turn silkier... her breasts ached deliciously. Just one more inch and...

"Girls, are you still tidying up? What's taking so long?"

The spell was suddenly broken by the voice of Principal Saunders. Kathryn gasped, suddenly feeling weirdly self conscious holding the heart necklace over her head. Blushing she quickly pushed the necklace back into the black jewel case and she slid it into her school satchel.

"Sorry Principal Saunders, we're all done here."

Pippa blushed too. "Woah, that was weird Kathryn. I felt really weird when you had that necklace out. I don't like this, something is wrong."

"I agree. Don't worry I'll get to the bottom of it Pippa. Trust me."

***

"Mom, when you were at school, did you used to own a heart necklace or something?"

In all the years she had known her Mom, Kathryn had never seen her Mom act like the way she did when she mentioned the necklace. It was like her Mom was a different person.

Rebecca's breathing suddenly became heavier, her eyes more intense. She turned quickly to her daughter an eager but terrified expression on her face.

"Why? Did someone find it? Where is it? If you know where it is you'd tell me right?"

"Mom, of course I would. No I don't know where it is," she lied. "What's going on, why are you acting weird?"

Rebecca began to cry.

"I was worried this would happen if you went to that stupid reunion. Listen baby, you have to be very careful. When I was younger I made a terrible mistake. I fell under the control of a very evil object. A beautiful silver heart. When I wore it, it gave me everything I thought I wanted. Beauty, power, popularity... but it made me heartless and cruel."

Rebecca took Kathryn's hands. Her grip was intense, almost crushing. She looked deep into her daughters eyes and Kathryn could see a mixture of longing and fear in her Mom's eyes.

"You have to understand, if I saw that necklace again, I don't know if I could control myself. To wear it again, to be hot and bitchy. To be a tight little evil whore who got everything she wanted. Even now I fantasize about it sometimes. Somehow I lost the necklace at school. It was stolen just before I graduated. At first I was consumed by rage, I tore the town up looking for it... but as the evil power faded, I became me again. I realised what it had done to me, who it had made me. I moved on with my life and hoped never to see it again."

Kathryn's heart was thudding. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Once someone wears the necklace, they become transformed. Then it's too late. They have the power to dominate others, make them do whatever they want. If someone wears that accursed thing, you'll never be able to get it off them unless they are asleep or unconscious. They will become totally evil, heartless and all powerful. I got lucky, somehow the necklace was taken from me and whoever removed it must have been immune to its transformative effects... a male perhaps? Not that men can resist the wearer when she has it on, they become total slaves. There was this one boy who was totally addicted to me, I made him do terrible things to please me... oh God I was such an evil bitch..."

Rebecca began to cry, great wracking sobs. Kathryn hugged her Mom.

"It's okay, no one has found the necklace, it must be gone. Someone mentioned it to me is all and now I understand why everyone said you were a bully. I'm glad you're free of it Mom, I'm glad."

"Promise me if you ever do find it, you'll throw it into a river or bury it deep underground. It's too dangerous to keep around."

"I promise Mom. I swear it."

***

Kathryn patted the side of her satchel, feeling the shape of the jewel case where she had left it yesterday. She couldn't stop thinking about the necklace.

She and her Mom had talked long into the night about the evil necklace and her terrible past. Kathryn had been horrified to hear about the things her Mom had done... but to her shame also excited.

As her Mom described her life as an evil slutty bullying cheerleader, Kathryn had found it hard not to imagine herself in her Mom's place.

"I used to have tits. Huge big bouncing tits. My hair was blonde and my body tanned and super attractive. I had long sexy nails and hips for miles. I must have fucked every hot boy in school, ruined every loving relationship. I bullied my friends and forced everyone to worship me. The worst bit was it made me cum so hard to be bad. I was totally addicted to being evil, my body responded to being a bully by rewarding me with pleasure. I was becoming more and more evil, the necklace wasn't far off corrupting me entirely."

As her Mom had spoken, Kathryn had imagined those huge bolt on tits on her own chest. She imagined laughing like a horny bitch as she pumped a huge black cock in each manicured hand, cum blasting out to coat her tits as she moaned and giggled.

She imagined bouncing her tight pussy on a throbbing cock whilst the girl whose man she was fucking cried in the corner. She imagined squeezing her perfect body into tight outfits, making all the men stare. She imagined being the Alpha girl, surrounded by her flunkies in the cheer squad. She imagined dragging Sarah O'Connel, one of her friends, into the girls toilet and ordering her girls to flush her head in the loo.

She imagined how hard she would squirt and how good her pussy would feel as she put on the necklace. She needed it so badly.

Put me on... now you know what I can do... don't you want it even more?

Kathryn's breathing was heavy, her hand almost inside her satchel. "Nooooo, I have to resist," she hissed. It would be so easy to take out the jewel case and put on the heart necklace. So easy to feel her small tits swell up and her body transform. So easy to laugh and gloat as she became an evil whore and embraced the corruption that was her birthright. She imagined long nails emerging from her fingers, her lips swelling up and becoming bitchy, her face that of a Goddess. She imagined how good it would feel to be evil and spoiled. She imagined two massive breasts bouncing on her chest, creamy and white, a massive cock between them as she jerked off a boy and made him her slave.

Yesssss, you can't resist much longer. Soon you won't be Kathryn anymore. You will be Kat Gray, the eviliest bitch this school has ever known.

Kathryn forced the intrusive thoughts out of her head with difficulty. "No. Tonight after school you're getting buried in the woods. You aren't going to corrupt anyone else. I'm doing this for my Mom... I have to be strong."

Forcing her hand away from her satchel she walked into school.

***

"Kathryn, are you okay? You seem weird," asked Pippa concernedly as the two girls got ready for gym. They were about to practice basketball and Kathryn had hardly spoken for the last twenty minutes.

"I'm okay Pippa, I'm just tired."

They walked down the corridor towards the gym. "Oh no, not now," suddenly gasped Pippa.

"What's the matter?" asked Kathryn in concern.

"My period, I can't believe it. I must have got my dates mixed up. I haven't got any pads with me either."

Kathryn hugged Pippa. "Don't worry, there are some in my satchel. Go and grab one, I'll cover for you."

"Oh thanks babe," said Pippa gratefully. "I won't be long." Kathryn waited in the corridor whilst her friend went back into the changing rooms.

Kathryn shook her head ruefully. It wasn't like Pippa to make a mistake like that. Perhaps she had been distracted by the evil neckace last night as well and it was affecting her too.

Wait...

The necklace... her satchel!

She turned and dashed, her heart hammering in fear as she burst into the changing rooms to see Pippa lowering the necklace around her head.

"MMMMMmmhh, oh MY FUCKING GOD YESSSSSS!"

Pippa moaned in pleasure, her body arching as the necklace slid comfortably around her neck. Her bones cracked and popped as her tiny body expanded and her pale skin tanned and smoothed. Evil power flooded into her, turning the sweet little dork into the ultimate bitch.

"Yessss, fucking give it to MEEEE," she gloated, her dorky hair lengthening and turning blonde as she tore off her glasses and crushed them beneath her feet. "Yessss FUCKING DO IT!"

"No! Pippa, take off the necklace," screamed Kathryn, but Pippa just laughed as her roots turned blonde and her she shot up to tower over her former friend.

"Never. This is MINE now. Mmmmmmh, I feel so fucking EVIL. Hahaha you dumb bitch, this feels SO fucking GOOOD! I can't believe you left the necklace in your bag, I just wanted to look at it, but then I held it and I knew what it could do. I WANT IT!"

Pippa pushed out her chest and laughed as her small non-existent tits began to swell. Her clothing creaked and tore as two huge boobs, nearly as big as the basketballs behind her swelled enticingly out of her body. "Mmmmmh, check out THESE babies you fucking loser," she laughed, grabbing her tits and feeling the satisfying weight of them. "Perfect for fucking big strong cocks."

Pippa's hair now extended down to her ass, which was now rounded and firm. Her hips had cracked out and her legs were long and sexy. She looked like a supermodel and as her clothing transformed to suit her new body - it was clear she was into wearing designer clothes now.

Pippa flexed long white nails, enjoying the feeling of the claws on her fingers. She ran her hands over her perfect body, lingering on her crotch where her tight new pussy was throbbing with lust.

"Mmmmh, this could have been you loser. All you had to do was wear the necklace and you could have been a Goddess. Instead I get to be the bitch and I LOVE it."

Pippa's once kind eyes were now mean and cruel, her perfect lips in a permanent bitchy smile. The heart necklace bounced above her big tits mockingly.

She strode forward. She towered over Kathryn now and it was clear she was twice as strong. "Kneel loser."

Kathryn felt her knees give way. She couldn't resist this Goddess. She knew instinctively that if Pippa ordered her to throw herself from the top of the gym apparatus, she would now. She shivered in fear hoping that wasn't what Pippa had planned.

"Tell me everything you know about this necklace. Tell me everything about your Mom."

Kathryn obeyed. She couldn't resist.

Pippa's lips twitched into a wicked smile. "Your Mom sounded hot when she was a bitch, I wonder if we can't bring back the good old days after all... but first we need to make a few... adjustments."

Kathryn whimpered as her former friend advanced on her.

***

Rebecca gasped as the door to her house opened and the most beautiful girl she had ever seen walked in like she owned the place. Behind her, crawled her daughter Kathryn on all fours.

The blonde girl had attached a dog collar to Kathryn's neck and was now walking her with a dog lead. Her daughters hair had been closely cropped short and she had been crying. A pair of fake dog ears had besn rammed onto her head. Rebecca felt a surge of rage at the sight.

Then she saw the heart necklace round the girls neck and her breath stopped short.

"Yes. You know what this is don't you? Hello Rebecca. It's me Pippa. I see you recognise my beautiful necklace, but I have changed since we last met."

"Noooooo," groaned Rebecca backing away as the blonde girl advanced menacingly. "Pippa you have to take it off."

"Hahah. Never. Mmmmh, that's right loser. The power is mine now and your stupid daughter is my little pet. She's been telling me all about what a bitch you used to be and it really turned me on. I've decided to bring Beckie back. You can't have the necklace, but with a bit of programming I'm sure I can bring your evil side back and then you can help me make Kathryn's life a misery."

Rebecca gasped, she couldn't believe how evil Pippa had become. She trembled in fear.

"Don't try to hide it 'Beckie'. I can see your nipples getting hard at the thought. You loved being an evil bitch and with my help you can be again. A little plastic surgery, you could even have big tits again. Now repeat after me, I am an evil bitch and I love being mean."

"Nnnnnooooo," gasped Rebecca, her nipples suddenly alarmingly hard and her body throbbing with pleasure.

"Yessssss, you want it," hissed Pippa moving closer, her intoxicating perfume and irrestible corrupting presence now focused on Rebecca. "You are a bitch. You're a fucking bitch and you want to be evil again. Say it."

Rebecca moaned, memories of the evil slut she had once been rising to the surface. She had loved being a cruel, teenage slut and having it all. Losing the necklace had been the worst thing to ever happen to her. She DID want it. She had been fighting it all these years, but now she knew she coudn't resist.

"Yessss, I am a bitch. An evil bitch."

"No Mom! Don't," cried Kathryn causing Pippa to laugh.

"Keep barking little doggy, it's too late. Beckie will soon be back."

Kathryn watched in horror as her Mom's eyes rolled up into her head. Her lips moved, repeating the mantra Pippa bad given her.

"I am an evil bitch, I am Beckie."

Her Mom seemed to be cumming.

"Ugghhh fuckkkk yessss. I am an evil bitch, I am Beckie. I am an evil bitch..."

Pippa smiled. "Yesssss that's it. Let Beckie come back, let her take control. You are a bitch just like me."

"Fuckkkkk yessssss I'm a mmmmmmh bitch."

Kathryn cried as she watched her Mom shudder and orgasm in pleasure. It was too late now.

Pippa's face was gloating and cruel, she was aroused by the corruption. She loved to see it. Leaning over, she whispered something in Beckie's ear.

Beckie's eyes rolled back down and she looked at Kathryn with cold disdain. "Mmmh, you're so right Pippa. My daughter does need training. I will deal with it."

Pippa handed the lead over to Beckie and patted Kathryn on the head.

"I'll see you at school loser. I'm going to have sooooo much fun in my new body and with my new life. I am so getting fucked tonight. I'll leave you with your Mom. I'm sure she'll have you well in hand soon enough."

Laughing she walked away with a clop of heels as Beckie looked down with a sneer at her daughter. "Time for your training Kathryn. You've been a bad girl but now you will serve Pippa and I."

Kathryn wanted to cry, but she knew it would do no good. Both her bullies were now completely... heartless.

THE END

[pit-and-the-pen]

Spring Meadow

I have not been able to get soft Lucien out of my head all morning so heres a super fluffy fic about our boy being absolutely in love with you.

Lucien X Spring court!reader

Lucien deserves the absolute world, boy has been through enough. 

Warnings: None

WC: 1.6k

Lucien never regretted his decision to come to the spring court. The cruelty of the Autumn court gave way to something sweeter. Autumn always reminded him of death. He saw it in the trees that constantly shed their leaves, in the terror of everyone in the court. Worst of all, he saw it in his brothers. Fear seemed to permeate the air wherever you went and his family wore it the most. Cloaked in gripping fear of their own father. When he arrived in spring, it was like he could breathe for the first time in his life. Flowers bloomed and birds sang cheerful songs. The lords and ladies of the court would smile at each other as they passed. Spring reminded him that he wanted to be alive. 

Of course, he also had you. He had never intended to fall in love. Heart still in tatters over Jesminda, love was the last thing on his mind. But there you were. One of the ladies of Tamlins court. He found you in the meadow he frequently hid away in. Weaving flowers into a makeshift crown, basking in the first few hours of sunlight as it crested the horizon. The willow wisps seemed to sing a special song just for you. 

He can still feel the shock run through him, blinking hard as if he might wake up from a dream. Lucien decided that if it was a dream, he would happily never wake up. You startled as he cleared his throat. Hands pausing your work as he introduced himself. He swore he felt his heart stop dead when you smiled at him, giving him your name. 

That’s when it all started. It wasn’t an all consuming fire but a slow ember that he nursed into something roaring. You were patient with him as he figured out how to let his guard down. A comforting shoulder when days got too heavy for him to get out of bed. Those were days you would curl up next to him, hands deftly braiding his hair or reading him one of your favorite books. Those were the days that Lucien knew he was falling in love with you. 

Today was one of those days. You managed to pull him out of bed and the two of you stood in the kitchen. Flour streaked across your face as you kneaded the dough ball in front of you. Giving it a small smack, you put it in the bowl next to you and draped a wet towel over it. 

“There, I have an hour before I can bake it.” You washed off your hands and walked over to where Lucien sat on a stool at the counter. You patted his thighs and he parted them enough for you to squeeze yourself between them. With care, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a peck on the cheek. “What would you like to do today, Lu?” He wanted nothing more than to just crawl back into bed. Hold you in his arms until his thoughts could do anything but swirl around angrily in his head. But you had told him you wanted to get out of the house today so he instead said. 

“What about a picnic in the meadow?” He suggested. He wished he could bottle that look in your eyes, pure wonder and excitement. 

“Absolutely. Once the bread is done I’ll make us sandwiches. Oh and I’ll cut up some of that fruit from last night.” You chirped. He gave you another tight squeeze as you started gathering all the things you needed to bring. Lucien sat and stared at you. His heart squeezing in the best way possible. He pushed himself off the stool and went to your side, helping you pull out the fruit sent from the summer court. You instructed him on how to peel and chop the chosen fruit. His rough chunks were almost laughable in comparison to the shapes you cut into the fruit. He never understood how you made the various patterns you were able to cut them into, deftly cutting hearts and flowers. He helped you string them onto wooden skewers and squeezed the lemon juice on them so they wouldn’t brown, a trick you had taught him the last time you went on a picnic. You wrapped them up in a small towel and he went to grab your wicker basket from your room. 

Even your room made him smile. Organized chaos as you called it. Flowers covered as many surfaces as they could. You had used your powers to make honeysuckle creep up the walls, covering the wall by the window and swirling up to the ceiling. The white blooms fill the room with their sweet scent. He used to complain about the pollen dropping over everything but he learned to appreciate it over time. He even went as far as cleaning it up on days you were too busy to do it yourself. You always thanked him by peppering his face with small kisses when he did. 

He quickly located the basket he had been sent to find. He also grabbed one of your favorite blankets and the book you had been slowly reading to him. Both of you could have easily finished it on your own by now but he loved listening to your voice as you read it out loud, your voice wrapping around the words brought the story to life. 

When he walked back into the kitchen, you were bent towards the oven, pushing in the bread pan. Standing back up, you adjusted the top to your flowy sundress and untied the now dirty apron from your waist. You smiled at him as he held up the basket like it was a trophy. He was rewarded by the peel of your laughter. He wanted to wrap himself in the sound so he did just that, practically sprinting across the kitchen to embrace you. Hugging you so tightly he lifted you off the ground. He was rewarded with another string of giggles and when he sat you back on your feet your cheeks had a glowing blush to them. You stretched up onto your tiptoes and kissed him passionately. 

He let out a surprised noise as your teeth found his lower lip. You smiled into the kiss as he swept you off your feet, placing you on the kitchen counter so he wouldn’t have to bend down. Your hands found their way to his hair and the two of you got lost in each other. Eventually, you both need to pull away for air. Your chest was heaving as you tried to catch your breath and he tried to ignore the way your tongue swept over your lips before he was tempted to forgo the picnic and drag you to bed for other reasons. 

He joined you, pulling himself up onto the counter. So close to you his thighs were pressed against yours. You picked up his hand and started drawing random patterns and swirls. The conversation flowed easily out of the two of you while you were waiting for the bread to finish baking. Its smell filled the room and made his stomach grumble. Luckily, before he could even think of making a joke about his stomach eating itself, the timer you had set dinged loudly. You grabbed a dish towel and pulled the perfect loaf from the oven. After letting it cool for a few minutes, you started assembling the sandwiches, cutting them into perfect triangles. Wrapping them in their own towel and adding them to the basket. You looked up at him, “All ready to go!” 

You all but pulled him to the meadow, a childlike sort of excitement as you babbled on about the newest gossip in the court. He didn’t really follow your words too much, too many names he didn’t recognize, but he held to every word you uttered. Savoring the sound of your voice. 

When you finally decided on a spot, he laid out the blanket on the dew covered grass. You sat crossed legged in the middle and started unpacking the basket. 

After the food was eaten, you laid down, arms holding your top half off the ground. Lucien placed his head on your thighs using you as his personal pillow and handed you the book before you could even reach for it. That action earned him a kiss to his forehead, your hair draping around him as you leaned down. You flipped to the page you had left off on the night before. 

Sitting out in this field, your free hand playing absentmindedly with his hair. Lucien knew that this was true happiness. Happiness that he had never felt before meeting you. Happiness he was terrified of losing but allowed himself to feel anyways. He would go to the ends of the earth to protect you and he knows you would do the same for him. His emotions suddenly welled up inside of his chest and he lifted his head off your lap. Your reading stopped as you went to ask him what was wrong, reading the tears in his eyes as something other than pure joy. He spoke before you could. 

“Can we stay like this forever.” He said, leaning closer into you. You kissed him, soft and gentle. 

“Of course my love.” You cuddled tighter to his side and pulled him into a deep kiss. He rolled you on top of him, and you pulled away to say, “We can stay like this for as long as you want.”

[lvmimis]

cw: crack but also cute, i think. reader has a specified magic, and she and mash are friends (for now). reader's a bit preoccupied with his diet. a bit of medical talk.

Mash is three bites into a cream puff when you put away the last of your pantry essentials, and turn to look at him, a slight frown on your face.

He’s done the legwork of your grocery shopping run, bringing everything into your apartment in one trip, and now, baked good in hand, he’s looking idly in your direction. You can tell you’ve exhausted him all morning with your chatter, but he’d deny it if you asked him, claiming he’s content to hear whatever you have to say.

You are now tasked with the job of convincing yourself that that’s true, but Mash doesn’t lie, and it is particularly hard to lie to you anyway. You lean over your counter as you watch him sit atop your barstool, kicking his feet practically, and when he catches you watching him finally, his eyes soften as he inquires what you have to say. 

“Mm?”

You almost feel bad for spoiling his happiness when you say, “Mash, I think we should talk about your diet.”

He blinks, and takes four more bites, rapidly in succession. He knows exactly what you mean. 

“There’s nothing wrong with my diet.”

He’s eating faster now, and before you can open your mouth the cream puff is gone. There are at least three more stowed away from the supermarket bakery this morning, sitting in your fridge, that he absolutely plans to leave with. Not that you can stop him, or would.

But it’s your duty to say something. 

Moving in closer to talk to him, you pull up the other barstool and rest your elbow on the counter to prop up your chin. Now you’re eye to golden eye, and his expression is unchanged, neutral as always but he’s focused on you.

“I know you like them, but you can’t live off of flour and sugar, Mash.”

He blinks again. “Why not?”

You scrunch your nose. “Diabetes? Which leads to heart disease, stroke, poor arterial circulation, retinopathy, renal failure…” your fingers tap the desk with every disease, but your voice trails off as you can see his eyes glaze over and you let yourself sigh internally before stopping. “I’m wasting my time with this, aren’t I?” you say, not annoyed but somewhat defeated. You’ve looked away for a moment, but when you look back, you’re not sure when he moved, but there’s another cream puff in hand.

“Mash!”

“Mm?”

You grit your teeth. “At least consider what I have to say for a second.”

Through bites, he insists, “No, you totally have a point but my nutrition is fine.” He swallows, then pats his left chest. “Mike and Kevin have not brought anything to my attention.”

It’s your turn to give him a blank look, but Mash never ceases to surprise you, and if you don’t say something fast, he’ll tell you about the rest of his muscles’ thoughts and feelings. 

“Right but long term, Mash.”

“Mm.” He smiles, accepting your concern for him. “Show me where I’m unhealthy then.”

Mash stands and raises his arms in a T-pose, and unable to help it, you burst out laughing. Of course, you can’t find any flaw - every extent of his body remains as chiseled and developed as the day you first met him, and the fact that he even looks so seriously willing to participate is so laughable. 

“I-” you’ve run out of ways to defend your stance, but then you shake your head.

“You know that’s not what I mean-”

Somehow in the time that you closed your eyes and shook your head to recollect yourself, he’s started doing push-ups. You give him an appraising look, then go to the fridge and pull out a cabbage from the crisper.

Without bothering to ask, you settle down on his back once he’s slowed for a moment, and he continues, this time slow enough that you won't topple off of him. 

“Okay, how about if I turn this choux into choux cream?” 

He pauses in the up position, and cranes his neck up in your direction.

“I’m listening.”

“Good.” He descends again, and you make yourself more comfortable on his back, tucking your legs in. 

“I use my magic to make you feel like you’re eating a cream puff, but it’s actually a nutritious vegetable.”

“Mm.”

He stops, and you jump off of him, and then he takes the cabbage from you in his right hand as you stand before him. Looking from the cabbage to you, he asks:

“So you’ll replicate the entire experience of a cream puff in this cabbage?”

You nod. “Like this.”

You touch his hand gently, whisper your incantation, and in Mash’s eyes, the cabbage now has the appearance of a perfectly appetizing cream puff in his hand, far better appearing than the one he just had, and far too eager, he brings it to his mouth, spitting out immediately when it’s a raw cabbage and not his favorite food in his mouth. 

“Unpleasant.”

You grimace.

“Shit, I think I need stronger magic,” you murmur to yourself. Scratching your chin, you realize that taste might require a bit closer contact.

“Mash.”

Mash has set the half-bitten cabbage back down and is now in your fridge to cleanse his palate with another cream puff.

“Wait!”

He turns to the sound of your voice, mouth full, and you sigh. Walking towards him, you take the cream puff out of his mouth and set that on a plate too, right next to the cabbage. 

Moving to the sink to wash your hands, you ask, “Can you let me try again? I just need permission to touch your cheek or tongue in order to make sure your taste buds get involved in the illusion.”

You turn and look at him, once your hands are dry, and you shake them out, and he looks at you contemplatively. 

You raise an eyebrow.

“Can I or-”

Suddenly he steps forward, and gently takes your face in his hands, and before you know it, he’s kissed you. Tongue in your mouth, sweet and swirling quickly; it’s over almost as quickly as it began.

You hold your breath, but he’s reached for the cabbage now, and bites into it.

“It worked.”

The look on his face is pleasant and unfazed, unlike you. Your heart races for a moment, but soon you remember to breathe and air fills your lungs again.

All that’s left to say, your cheeks warmed, is, “I’m glad.”

[ryomens-vixen]

I don't even think I can handle Chucky!Sukuna, Can you?

Contains: NSFW, Comedy, Yandere Tendencies, Vulgar language, Non-Con.

Summary: Before Sukuna passed away he made you promise to bring him back by any means necessary, and you did... But he wasn't too happy about it.

Word count: Idk Sis... 🤷🏾‍♀️

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*CRASH*

*SCREAM*

"Ryomen you told me to bring you back by any me- AH!" Yup he was absolutely pissed, stopping your sentence by the chuck of a kitchen knife that pierced the wall just inches from your face. Seeing this angry little devil inside of a children's doll Scurry about the kitchen floor in a tantrum curses and insult was laughable, but you knew who you were dealing with at the end of the day.

"Kuna just calm-"

"Tell me to calm down again, and you'll wish you hadn't!" He pointed his stubby finger at you with an enraged scrunched up face.

"What in your right mind gave you the fuckin idea to do THIS it me? Huh? Is some kinda sick joke? My dumb lovestruck wife couldn't find an actual vessel?!" God he's so hot when he's pissed, when he's degrading you.

"W-Well I wouldn't say dumb-"

"Stop goddamn talking, god I can't hear myself think with you running your mouth~" he paced back and forth about the kitchen area thinking to himself meanwhile all your dumb little brain could think about was his hand wrapped firmly around your neck once the both of you could find a perfect vessel. Hell maybe even once that looked exactly like him, but what? All you could think about was the way he manhandled you all the time. Just thinking about it made you more wet than him degrading you just now- if only he wasn't in the body of a children's toy... Something bigger... Something you could customize like the dildo you begged him to customize in the same size and shape of his cock.

💡💡💡-!!!

"Kuna! I have an idea!" You swiftly picked him up, your perverted mind racing with the thought of customizing a body for him...a sex doll to be precise.

"Well you better make this shit quick I can't stand this picking me up bullshit much longer- Ouch!"

In your excitement you might have accidentally banged his precious forehead against the frame of the door to your bedroom. While snickering about your pervy and full proof idea of transferring his soul to the body of a sex doll. As much as he would absolutely love to entertain the thought sukuna was far too busy trying to hold his temper with you, but at the same time excited to take some anger out on you in due time.

Finally it was here the sex doll you spent a few thousand dollars on made in the same likeness as your late husband. You watched as Ryomen was getting use to his new temporary body, the silicone abs, muscles, cock. Two? You customized it was two? You weren't paying attention, but Sukuna was definitely smirking your way at the thought of you bouncing on both of his cocks. He also thought about fucking you dumb.. But it Would only make you more dumb and he didn't need that at all.

"Do you like it, Ryomen! I worked so ha-" Ryomen had swiftly grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing both of his silicone cocks into your mouth shutting you up completely. "Hey.. Watch the tee- Ah What the hell~" Sukuna kept a tight grip on your hair as he fucked into your throat, He threw his head back letting out a deep groan pushing his cocks balls deep down your throat. Holding you there just the listen to the coughing and gagging you made, patting on his thigh trying to signal to him that you needed air.

"Fuuuuck~ If I wasn't plastic if I wasn't plastic I swear you'd be drinking my fuckin kids right now." He pulled out from your throat, dragging you once again by the hair and tossing you to the bed while listening to how you gasped and wheezed for air. The mere sight of struggle from his lovely, dumb, perverted wife just turned him on even more.

Before you knew it he had your wrists, and ankles all tied up, ball gag in mouth, while he pounded into both of your tight holes. Sukuna watched as tears streamed down your face and eyes rolled back- oh did he take pleasure in that.. Licking your tears from your eyes, yanking and tugging at back of of you head. Right now you were just a dirty little who're to him and he loved every bit of- just like you loved EVERY bit of him right? Right.

"Awww, Does my dirty bitch of a wife want me to stop? Heh I don't think so doll face, You're mine!" He only pounded deeper completely bullying your gspot isn't almost like you could feel him in your guts it felt so good, but it was so overstimulating. It was all too good until you felt a sharp stinging pain on your back causing a muffled scream to come out of you. Sukuna was literally slicing at his name into your back with scary accurate precision. "oh be fuckin quiet, don't you get it baby? I'm a good, fuck..., good guy like that stupid doll says- so I'ma breed and mark you like a GOOD GUY should~"

"Fuck that's so good~"

"Kuuu... N... Na.. ~"

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Gonna go do my make up for Halloween Bye!

[fatuismooches]

Hello~ And UGH I am absolutely obsessed with the concept of Dottore caring for fragile reader. I love him so much though I wanna give him all the hugs and kisses if I could!

I couldn’t help but imagine fragile reader wanting to care for Dottore as well, and especially give his segments the same treatment. Dottore goes on long trips so I could only imagine by the time he comes back, he’s a little tired and dirty from the long trips. So much so, fragile reader manages to convince him to take a bath with them and allow them to brush his hair and wipe his face.

Of course when the other clones see the treatment he gets simply for being a little dirty, they take the extra step as well in hopes to get the same treatment.

Webttore (beta I think-) would come back from one of his trips and purposely dirty his mask and face before entering the lab. He would get angry glares from the other segments but fragile reader would walk by and look at him worriedly, thinking he face planted into the ground or something. Of course this would lead to fragile reader wiping his face and eyes with a damp cloth while he secretly gives the most cockiest “I win” smiles with those sharp teeth of his.

(Needless to say I just wanna love them and care for them all🥺)

It's only natural that when you are treated kindly, you want to return the same energy to that person(s). And that's no different with you toward Dottore and the segments, though you may not be able to do anything too grand for them due to your illness, you're still going to try! They always do so much for you, even with your current state, you're still going to make their lives a bit more comfortable, if you can.

Not just the trips, but Dottore tends to coop up in his lab, doing a wide variety of experiments that certainly can get a bit messy at times... it's up to you to hug him from behind and attempt to pull him away. It's... honestly not very successful, I mean, do you think you can drag away the man with the strength of Gods that easily? He stays rooted in his place as he tries to dismiss you, claiming how busy he is (even though it's very obvious he's tired) but with enough persuading, to pestering, to threatening, to pleading, to begging, you can get him in a warm comforting bath. And when you finally get Dottore to sink into the water, it's kind of funny how much he just lets go, he will suddenly lay all of his body weight on you and look at you expectantly like 'what are you waiting for, get to work.' Needless to say, you always put your all into bathing and cleaning your beloved.

Also, needless to say, the segments are always jealous of the unfiltered attention their creator gets. They long for your eyes to be on them instead, to be bathed in your affection too! So, therefore, they get to work. Is it laughable for geniuses like them to be using their intelligence for such a reason? 100%, but it's worth it.

Ah Webttore... bro would bloody himself to make you extra worried... because the segments never come back hurt, so seeing him "injured" would definitely make you freak out (it's not his blood, but you don't know that <3). You'd gasp and then drag him to your room so you can help bathe him, demanding that it's more important than reporting to Prime first, all while he knows he's going to hog the hell out of your attention. (You're not leaving there for a while).

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours in the Moonlight: Rose Red Dawn - 7. Friends

Summary: There really was no denying it at this point. You, Ace, and Deuce were friends. But even knowing that, you still wanted to protect them from having to see the side of you that dealt solely with your job. Where you had to fight and often kill insane vampires. But friends will be friends, and they quite simply weren’t willing to leave you behind. Scared or not.

Series Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ series/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ sfw/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire

Word Count: 1512

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

I trotted through the hallways alongside Ace, who was tugging me along by my hand as we chased after Deuce, who’d already rounded the corner up ahead.

It was almost laughable that even after Trey had warned us to not be late, we’d gotten so caught up in our research at the library that we’d almost stayed too long.

In truth, we probably didn’t have to run to make it to the tea party on time, but we certainly didn’t need to dawdle either.

“You're so slow,” Ace laughed as he tugged me along, effortlessly faster than I was simply due to being a vampire, though even he couldn’t keep up with Deuce. I’d already learned that Deuce was stupidly strong, even by vampire standards, a couple of days ago when he’d been casually moving two couches at the same time, but apparently he was also quite fast.

I let out an annoyed huff at Ace’s mocking but didn’t say anything, instead focusing on keeping up with the amused redhead who never missed a chance to tease others.

We both came skidding to a halt as another member of the clan stepped out into the hall in front of us. Firmly blocking away as he casually stopped in an oddly slumped position in the middle of the topsy-turvy hallway. Almost as if he were exhausted, and I distantly wondered if he’d broken a rule or something and was facing punishment.

The unfamiliar young man didn’t react at all, though, as we almost slammed into each other. And Ace recovered first, scowling in annoyance as he gestured irritatedly, “Hey, watch it, buddy! We could have run you over! You need to look where you’re going.”

I watched, a small frown slipping into my face as the young man didn’t react. Instead, he slowly straightened and twisted to look at us, a low exhale slipping from his mouth, and I felt myself tense as his eyes immediately rested on me.

At first, they were just strangely flat-looking eyes, but then his pupils dilated as he inhaled deeply, a little too deeply to be normal, and a sprawling grin appeared on his face. A laugh slipping out of him as he turned to face us with body language that strayed a little too close to unnatural for comfort.

“H- Hey….” Ace faltered, stepping backwards slightly, putting space between him and the other vampire as I tugged at him. Attempting to pull him further away from the man.

“Ace…. He’s-”

“There you are,” I was cut off as the man all but sighed out the words, leaning forward in a strangely floppy manner that had me and Ace stepping backwards together.

I glanced over at the redhead worriedly, only to find him staring at the man in alarmed confusion. But he couldn’t recognize the signs since he’d never seen them before.

This vampire was insane, though. I had absolutely no doubts. The only thing that could make it more obvious would be if he were frothing at the mouth or unable to speak.

“Ace! Y/n! Come on, we gotta go! We’re gonna be late!”

Deuce was calling out to us from behind the man that continued to walk towards us. One halting step at a time.

I chanced a glance around the man, towards Deuce, trying to wave him on back as I pulled my hand out of Ace’s. Hurriedly unzipping my bag as the man continued to walk us backward at a slow pace. But that slow pace wouldn’t last. Not with the hungry look that was in his eyes.

I swallowed thickly as I kept my eyes on the vampire in front of us, who now rolled his shoulders like a predator getting ready to launch. And when I spoke, my voice came out surprisingly measured, “Ace, run and get help.”

He looked my way as if I were crazy, already shaking his head incredulously, “What?! But-”

As if on instinct, I shoved Ace hard before diving to the side just as the vampire launched himself at us. 

Ace slammed into the wall with a surprised yelp as I threw myself to the side and crashed into a pot that shattered almost immediately. Sending dirt and flowers everywhere on the previously pristine floors while the vampire skidded to a halt from where he’d dove at us.

I’d barely dodge him in time. Something he apparently knew, judging from the way he chuckled as he slowly straightened.

“ACE! Y/N!” Deuce all but bellowed our names as he came running over, coming to an abrupt halt between where Ace and I were scrambling back to our feet as the other vampire finished straightening and turned to look at us. His expression somehow grew even more insane now that he’d made his intentions perfectly clear.

Deuce was already rolling his shoulders, though. Apparently preparing for a fight despite the fact there was something obviously wrong with the man.

“Watch it, pal. Y/n’s our guest. You aren’t supposed to attack them, and I’m not going to let you.” I blinked in slight surprise at Deuce’s tone as the young man glared at the other vampire. But his expression was far darker than anything I’d ever seen on his face before.

He’d told me that before he’d been turned, which had apparently been very recent, he’d often spent some time in the rougher parts of town before deciding to change his ways. He’d apparently gone back to that part of town one last time to finish cutting his ties with the people there, and that was when he’d gotten bitten.

At the time, I’d suspected something more along the drugs, but looking at him now, I wondered if it was more of a delinquent sort of situation. 

It certainly would match the temper he had and his current body language.

I found my grip tightening on the stake in my hand as I shook my head, speaking up before anything could go any further, “Ace, Deuce. Go find help. I’ll keep this guy busy and-”

“No!” Both of them shouted at once. Effectively cutting me off and surprising me as Ace stepped over to stand next to Deuce before glancing back at me with a deep frown that bordered on being a glare.

“You’re the one he attacked, and we all know why! Leaving you here would be giving the creep what he wants.” He turned back forwards, as if his words were final, and I found myself shaking my head slightly. Lost for words since it was perfectly obvious that he, at the very least, was terrified. His hands were even shaking.

But he was also right, of course. We did all know why the vampire had attacked me. My habit of attracting vampires and the fact he was insane, because there was no denying it now. A single look at the man gave all the evidence one could ever want for the fact he’d lost his sanity.

But that wasn’t why I’d told them to leave. This was my job as the vampire hunter, and I didn’t want them to see what was about to happen here. 

I found myself stepping up between the two young men, though, keeping my eyes on the vampire that leered at the three of us from where he swayed unstably from side to side. 

“You’ll end up being late for the tea party and get in trouble,” I cautioned them as light-heartedly as I could, already reaching into my bag and grasping a stake. 

In truth, I really did want them to leave, even if it meant I’d be left here alone with the insane vampire. 

I didn’t want them to see me fighting this vampire. Not when it was so likely to end with me having to use a stake to kill him. And I also didn’t want to scare them. I knew from our conversations up until now that neither of them had been vampires for that long.

Even if they hadn’t let on, they were probably still adjusting to living their lives as a vampire, not unlike how Epel and Rook had been forced to because of me. And even if I hadn’t been with the Heartslabyul clan for that long, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t want their vampiric life to be as easy for them as possible.

Because after having spent every night for a little over a week with these two, I could easily say that I viewed them as friends.

Deuce was already shifting into a fighting stance, though. Shaking his head in a way that told that there was no way he was leaving, “They’ll understand. We have rules against attacking mortals.” 

Ace snorted, full of hot air and confidence even though I somehow doubted he’d ever been involved in many fights that weren’t solely verbal, “And we can deal with the teapot tyrant after dealing with this guy.”

I shook my head again, resigning myself to the fact they weren’t leaving, as touching as it was in a strange sort of way. 

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On Writing

Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

Tagged by @indybaggins (whose answers are here).

Tagging: @paula-in-dreamland, @daydreamgoddess14, @mrs-elsie-barnes

@mrsbuckybarnes1917 and @navybrat817

🍓 How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Accidentally and with no awareness I was writing fanfic. I was thirteen, I liked Phantom of the Opera, I wrote what was, in retrospect, a self-insert fanfic about the children of Erik and Christine and Raoul (though I didn't think of it that way at the time). It wasn't for another fifteen years, when a friend said, "Hey, there's this really funny [fandom that shall not be named] fanfic about Death Eater Bake Sales, you should read it" that I heard about fanfic for reals and shortly after started writing it.

🍇How many fandoms have you written in?

*counts to self* Fandom that shall not be named, PotO, Sherlock, Doctor Who, Yuri on Ice, Check Please, MCU. Plus quite a few others that I merely dabbled in. So that's... six main fandoms and a bunch of littles.

🍈How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

About thirty-five years now, give or take. I've only been sharing it for the last twenty or so though.

🍎Do you read or write more fanfiction?

It depends on what period of time you're looking. Most of the time, when I'm actively writing, it's probably close to 50-50. The rest, I'm reading far more than I'm writing.

🍌What is one way you've improved as a writer?

So about... oh, a decade ago, I found that first PotO fic, and oh man, it was laughably awful. So corny, full of grandiose purple prose, places where I clearly thought I was being aRtIsTiC but was really just insufferable. You know, typical teenage writer syndrome. I grew out of it. Not that I probably don't still do that from time to time, but I've learned to spot and delete it on the edits (and sometimes before I even finish the sentence). It's much easier to yeet the darlings, too. I'm not GREAT at it (recent note from a beta said, "This part could be a lot tighter" and she's not WRONG) but I can spot my own mistakes and foibles so much faster now.

🍑Do you have any bad habits as a writer?

I love, love, love starting sentences with "and" or "but". It's like catnip. I delete 75% of them on the second draft and the rest are usually gone before posting. I also tend to overuse "Pretty much" or "a little bit" or... ohh, there's probably one or two other phrases, and those get deleted on the edits as well.

🍍 What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I can never remember the actual answer to this question. I've definitely done my share of research into flight times and flight paths. Radiation sickness is a recent one. Oh, and trying to figure out how male pregnancy would actually work, that was fun.

🍉What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Unhinged comments! Capslock comments! Strings of letters because I have rendered the commenter speechless comments! If someone starts cursing me out and shrieking because I pulled an emotion from them, I am usually cackling with glee on the other side.

(Otherwise, favorite quotes and theories about what's going to happen next and things the reader is hoping to see. Love those. Sometimes those theories & hopes turn into chapters and fics.)

🍐What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Omegaverse, definitely. It's one of those love-it-or-hate-it tropes, and I'm firmly on the love. I'm really into x Reader at the moment, too, which would have shocked me two years ago but now I absolutely adore it.

🥭What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Pure angst, death, non-redemption, that sort of thing. Action sequences. Smut, I always spend sooo much time rewriting and editing smut, not that my smut is anywhere near the level of sexy as some. (And I'm okay with that.) Part of why I signed up for Kill-a-Character, I wanted to try my hand at doing more of dark themes. (But, since it's me and I live to break the rules, i'm turning into dark comedy. Kinda.)

🍏What is the easiest type?

I love, love, love, writing funny, cracky, flirty stuff. Banter back and forth. Dialog is one of my favorite things.

🍑Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I don't like writing when other people are at home; it feels like I get interrupted too often. I love writing out in the world: at cafes or the library or (as I'm doing with KCB) at the pool. I use MS Word because somehow I keep getting it for free (I must have bought a version that just hasn't run out).

🍋What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

Oh man. I would love to write something absolutely filthy, sexy, smutty, panties-dripping, red-faced, HOLY FUCK AZ I'M IN MY BUNK FOR THE REST OF TIME. I think I'd end up embarrassing myself straight to my grave, though, so I'd be too dead to post it.

🍇 what made you choose your username?

One day, I'm going to find the post where I explain this story in full, and just link back to it.

The summer before I turned eight, we moved to Arizona. This was back in the day when you still got mail-order catalogs in the mailbox, and I loved-loved-loved looking through them. My mom decided, on a whim, to order a return-address stamp from one of the catalogs, so she filled out the form and wrote the check and mailed it off.

A few weeks later, we got the stamp back. It was fine, it worked great, it was all good. We even used it a few times. And then realized.

They'd spelled Arizona wrong. According to the stamp, we didn't live in Yuma, Arizona--- we lived in Yuma, Arziona.

Fast forward a bunch of years, and I went to college. Now, the world had moved on from mail-order catalogs and the college was super excited to let us wee, impressionable freshmen know that they had something for us called Internet Relay Chat, where we could log on and talk to other people around the school and around the WORLD. Ooo.

BUT. And this was pressed into our young and naive heads, we must be careful NEVER to reveal our real identities online. Danger lurked, and someone might discover who we were and... I don't know, steal our statistics notes or WORSE. So when we joined IRC and chose a username, we should pick something that wasn't our own names, was relatively non-descript, didn't even really reveal our genders. Internet Safety, yo.

Other people chose stuff like "heartofdarkness456" or "2rad2rule" or stuff like that. But I wanted something that was mine, something no one else would use. And I didn't want to have to throw random numbers at the end because someone else wanted the name first.

And I remembered that stamp.

Arziona sounds... strange. Doesn't really roll off the tongue, right?

But azriona. Sounds pretty. Sounds like an actual word, right?

So azriona I became. And azriona I have stayed.

My mom, incidentally, still uses the return address stamp.

[braindumprants]

What happened to Oshi No Ko is just depressing

Never did I expect what would happen to this series. It’s so laughable how I watched it go from this unknown manga no one knew about to a worldwide well know anime series that was beloved and fell from grace. All in like 4 years too, absolutely crazy. One second it was the show everyone was hyped about and giving it praise. It was the height of Ai Hoshino cosplays, and then people were turning on it, calling it overrated and they lost interest. Watching that rise and fall in real time is insane ngl. One of my favourite series ever now gives me the ick every time it’s mentioned because it was overhyped in the wrong way and the story completely fell off.

I remember a few months after the pandemic started, a YouTuber I used to watch did a review on this new manga called Oshi no Ko. Obviously I never heard of it, but the first thing I noticed was the cover the manga. The art style was just so pretty and it intrigued me. Back then, I think the manga only had like 20-something chapters out, maybe even less. So I looked it up on some website and I started scrolling. Man I was hooked. It’s been a good while since a story pulled me in like that because I was just super burnt out from all the isekais. Same tropes, same power fantasies, just copy-paste and repeat it was just plain boring and overhyped. This manga was also a victim of the same formula, just differently. It had amazing art and a pretty female protagonist, but teen pregnancy? That’s not something you see every day in manga let alone anime. It’s usually one of those topics that’s kind of glossed over, super idealized or super sexualized. A protagisnt who on the outside seems to be beautiful and perfect but had a one-night stand and got pregnant at sixteen. That’s not your typical manga, especially in a world where so many stories just rely on stereotypes or surface-level drama. Too many Mary Sue type characters it just felt like they have perfect flaws and here’s Ai struggling because she’s an average kid turned idol who needs to keep her pregnancy a secret or else she looses her career. I know Oshi no Ko might not have tackled the teen pregnancy topic perfectly, but as a woman it just hit different. Most manga love to make the idol life look all sparkly with cute outfits and that’s fine, but with Ai it wasn’t just drama for the sake of being dramatic, it was real world problems. A child giving birth and taking care of children without having a partner to support or parent the child with her? It just felt so human. Ai was so fucking messy and her life was just wild.

The twins Aqua and Ruby are technically the main characters of the story, but the character I was most interested in was Ai Hoshino. She is the face of the story and seeing her on the cover with those star eyes was what made me interested and gave poor me the impression she was the main character of the story. Even though she dies in Chapter 9, she still is the main character. You know she is the center of the series which is what makes it so brilliant. Why did it blow up so fast? Ai. She carried the first episode and people were hooked not because of the twins (no offense), but because of her. Even after shes long dead she’s still everywhere. Her death started everything. The whole story basically talks about what she did, what she lied about and everything she left behind. Aqua’s revenge and Ruby trying to be an idol is all because of her. Even when she’s not on-screen she’s in the background of everything.

I remember going to my little sister and telling her about this amazing manga I found. I said this is the kind of manga that actually deserves an anime, not another recycled isekai with the same boring ass tropes. It’s a story that stayed with you I guess and we used to speculate who the father was and followed niche theory pages. I also remember where I was when the anime got announced. I was scrolling on TikTok and I saw the first poster. Then the teaser dropped a little while after and that was one of the best moments ever. It actually looked good, they did amazing with the first episode I was so hyped!

The beginning was so strong with Ai’s whole arc, the lies and the mystery factor that was just so impossible to top. Episode 1 by itself was like the perfect movie with a killer opening song, and when season 1 started after she died, it felt like nothing topped that same energy.

Then the story kind of shifted. It started going more into the entertainment industry, which was fine and interesting but after a while it just lost me. The pacing got weird with some arcs dragging on and the others just being rushed and confusing. I expected the father to be someone we had seen in the background or someone who was hinted at but oh new character we never heard of. And the characters that people were attached to in the beginning (Ai especially) just didn’t hit the same.

Let’s be real, the hype was massive. Unnecessarily too massive which felt unreal and I did not expect at all. I was happy it was getting the attention it deserved until I realized it was turing into a hot mess. When something blows up that big and skyrockets so fast, the second it faces controversy due to the storytelling will make people call it mid or overrated. The fall off wasn’t just about the story, it was about the insane level of pressure and expectation people gave it.

I ended up getting frustrated and bored because of the story but when the whole Ruby/Doctor/Incest thing became real I just stopped reading. Then I revisited the story when it ended and yeah, it kinda flopped. It felt like it promised so much and then just… didn’t deliver. That Volume 1 cover will always be so peak tho and the fanart that came from this anime is just amazing.

[subwonwooagenda]

Unwanted but not Unneeded

Tyrion Lannister X Fem!Stark!Reader

Masterlist

Game Of Thrones SFW Masterlist

Based on Tyrion and Sansa’s marriage but instead of Sansa he marries you

Warning(s): slight angst, joffery being a cunt, forced marriage, bit of an age gap (reader is in their early/mid twenties, Tyrion is late thirties), mentions of infidelity, use of Y/N once or twice, this was not requested, just a little idea I had.

When your father brought you and your sisters to kings landing, you did not expect it to be this way. Sansa was set to marry the prince, and you were here to do damage control for Arya and Sansa. Unfortunately, things were not so black and white. Your father was wrongfully beheaded, your youngest sister had vanished, and you had never felt so lost.

On a bright side, Sansa was no longer engaged to the shit stain you had to call king. You two were still under his manipulation and control though, which led to now. You sitting at the head table as everyone around you celebrated your marriage to Tyrion Lannister. You didn’t hate Tyrion; he was the only person in this retched kingdom who treated you and your sister as actual humans, and you did respect him, but marriage was the last thing you wanted, especially to a Lannister. Your father always told you he would never force a marriage you didn’t want upon you. He wanted you to love and be loved. All you wanted now was to have him here more than anything.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried not to tear up, you’ve been so strong for your sister and your family, but you were definitely at your last wits. What’s the point of fighting anymore? You were now married into the family you hated more than anything, there was no escaping now. You were thankful it was to Tyrion, but you knew you had to give up the dream of a love-filled marriage. You knew there was a slim to none chance the two of you could love each-other, and he would fill his nights with the women of the pleasure houses. As much as you wanted a loyal love, you couldn’t ask him to give up his trysts for a woman who didn’t want to sleep with him or be with him.

Tyrion couldn’t have felt worse. His bastard nephew got the perfect revenge on him and on you and your family. Married to the imp. It’s almost laughable in his eyes. You were a gorgeous young woman and Tyrion would be lying to himself if he never had those thoughts about you, but he also knew that because of the way his family treated yours, a happy love would be the last thing you’d want with him. He decided to drown his thoughts and anger in multiple cups of wine, trying his best to ignore the wedding. He could see you and Sansa, sat close to each-other, the two of you being the only comfort you had in this terrible place. He was glad Sansa had you. The lions surely would have devoured her had it not been for your strong head and wise words. Two lost wolf pups trying their best to survive in the lion's den.

Tyrion was brought back to reality when he heard Joffrey begin to influence the bedding ceremony. He saw the way your body tensed, and your eyes filled with more unshed tears, and he knew he had to stop that thought before it got to far. “Absolutely not. There will be no bedding ceremony.” He said sternly, causing Joffrey to look over at him with a glare. “There will be if I command it.” He said, taking your hand and forcing you to your feet. He pulled you in front of the table, your whimper reaching no one but Tyrion. He had finally had enough and stabbed a knife into the table, everyone’s eyes falling on him. “Then you’ll be fucking your own bride with a wooden cock.” He threatened. Everyone was silent for a little bit, your eyes wide as you looked at him with a mix of shock and gratitude. Tywin stood up slowly, and You could feel Joffrey shaking with anger, his hand gripping your wrist a bit harder before letting go to point at his uncle.

“What did you say?” Joffrey asked him. When he received no answer he turned his body to face his uncle a bit more before asking again, “What did you say?!” He said slowly, voice raising with each word. Tywin sighed silently to himself before stepping a bit closer to the scene, “I believe we can dispense for the bedding ceremony, your grace. I’m sure Tyrion did not mean to threaten the king.” He said, eyes on his son with a warning look. Tyrion locked his eyes on you, his eyes softening a bit as he looked at the worry on your face. You shook your head softly at him, your eyes begging him to not make it worse for himself.

He looked between you, his father and his nephew before letting out a laugh, “A bad joke, your grace. Made out of envy of your own royal manhood.” He said. “Mine is so small, my poor wife won’t even know I’m there!” He said, gesturing down towards his crotch. You sighed softly in relief, thankful he attempted to distract from the very obvious threat he made.

Tywin stepped a bit closer to the scene, “I believe your uncle is clearly quite drunk, your grace.” He said, Tyrion nodding along to his words. “I am! Guilty.” He says, raising his cup as a mock toast before drinking the last of his wine. “But it is my wedding night,” he started, playing the part of a drunken fool as he stumbled out of his seat and around the table, “My tiny drunk cock and I have a job to do.” He said, dramatically stumbling into the table. You found yourself, despite the situation, bitting the inside of your cheek to stop a small giggle from escaping. Tyrion is a man who can handle himself drunk so you knew he was merely playing an act.

“Come, Wife.” He said, extending a hand up to you. You walked as far around Joffrey as you could, slipping your hand into Tyrions extended one so he could lead you to your now combined chambers. “I vomited on a girl once in the middle of the act. Not proud of it, but I think honesty is important between a man and wife, don’t you agree?” He asked you, urging you to follow before you could give him an answer. You locked eyes with Sansa before you left the banquet hall, nodding to her concerned eyes that you would be okay.

He led you both to your chambers, holding the door open as you stepped in. He couldn’t deny you looked absolutely gorgeous in your gown, your hair done in an elegant way, each piece of your look representing the Stark way. Contrary to your sister, you refused to dress like the southern ladies of the court, preferring to keep to your families styles. He closed the door behind you both, stopping at the doorway as he looked up at you.

Your eyes held a little bit of fear but also determination. You would do as your duty required to keep your sister safe, but you couldn’t lie you were nervous. As a lady of a noble house, you never slept with anyone and you were terrified of your first time being with someone whose bedding reputation was far and wide. Tyrion took a couple steps towards you, raising his hands up in retreat as you unconsciously took a step back, eyes falling to the floor. He kept his hands up as he walked a little past you to the small table that held more wine. He poured himself a new glass, his heart speeding up a bit as your soft voice reached his ears.

“Is that wise, my lord?” You asked him. As much as you didn’t want to do this you also didn’t want to do it with him drunk off his mind. “Tyrion, (y/n). My name is Tyrion.” He didn’t want to be a lord in your eyes, just Tyrion. You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you and spoke again, “Is that wise, Tyrion?” You asked him again. He placed the chalice of wine down, turning to face you. “Nothing was ever wiser.” He said to you in a semi-playful tone.

He stepped a little further away from you, taking a seat on a chair. “Astoundingly long.” He mumbled to himself. You tilted your head a bit, your fingers absentmindedly playing with eachother, “What?” You asked him. “Neck.” He finished, pointing up at you, “You have one.” He said, taking a sip of his wine. You sighed softly, seems his drunken fool act wasn’t so much an act after all. He furrowed his brows, looking up at you in confusion. “How old are you, exactly?” He asked. “Twenty-four.” You told him.

That realization seemed to sober him up a tiny bit, his eyes losing some of their glossy haze. “Well,” he started, looking down at his cup with a sigh, “Talk won’t make you any older.” He mumbled, loud enough for you to hear. He was thankful you weren’t 14 like Sansa but he still felt bad seeing as how young and in your prime you were, compared to his 37 year old self. He looked back up at you, standing up from his chair. “My lord father has commanded me to consummate this marriage.” He stated, rolling his eyes a bit. You took a deep breath, taking small steps over to the table with the wine, the shaking in your hands unnoticeable if you weren’t paying attention. If you had to do this, perhaps a bit of wine would ease the nerve of what you must do. You poured yourself a cup, drinking most of it in one or two gulps, Tyrion raising his cup to you in a toast.

You found your eyes getting a bit blurry again, tears wanting to fall but you unwilling to be in such a vulnerable state in-front of him. You turned and stepped towards the bed, your back facing Tyrion. You silently began to unlace your gown, moving as slow as you could get away with, hearing Tyrions soft steps move a bit closer behind you. He watched as you pulled the top laces of your gown apart, his mind instantly sobering up as his thoughts ran rampant. He couldn’t do this to you. You, who has been so kind to him despite the horrid things his family put you through. You, who had a sliver of hope in her eyes for days, finally unable to find it when he looked at you tonight. You, who he wanted nothing more to be able to go home, far away from the terrors of this city. The terrors of him and his family.

You managed to get the first layer of your gown off, your body hidden away by the slip you wore underneath, you moved to tug your slip down your shoulders before you heard his voice speak up, his commanding tone causing you to freeze. “Stop.” You jumped slightly, head turning to face him. Tyrion could have sworn he heard his heart break. The look of defeat and tiredness in your teary eyes tugging at his heart. “I can’t…” he said, staring at you with a look of guilt and what seemed to be a bit of anger before his eyes met the floor. “I could. Might even be as bold to say I want to. But I won’t.” He says, chuckling softly to himself.

You looked a bit confused, thinking for a few seconds before speaking up, “But your father-“ and before you could finish, Tyrion piped up with a bit of that anger he was feeling “If my father wants someone to get fucked I know where he can start.” He says, stopping his anger before you thought it might be directed towards you. He shook his head, looking up at you with as much care, fondness and kindness he could give, “I won’t share your bed. Not until you want me to.” He said, smiling at you softly.

You played with your necklace, eyes looking around at nothing as you gathered your thoughts before testing the waters, “What if I never want you to?” You said softly, not entirely sure if you meant it, as you took a few steps closer to him. Tyrion seemed to look up at you in thought. He decided when he found out he had to marry you that he would never disgrace you by sleeping around with whores. If it was anyone else he wouldn’t care but never you. You didn’t deserve that scorn on your name. A part of him did hope that one day you would trust him enough to give yourself to him but he would never force that into reality. And if a life of celibacy is what he was destined then he was willing to accept that.

He looked down at his cup of wine before raising it to you, a soft smile on his lips, “And so my watch begins.” He says, taking a sip of his wine. He placed it down on the table, turning and walking over to the sofa, falling onto it before ultimately falling asleep, choosing to let you have the bed. He’d sleep on the sofa for as long as you wished him to.

You couldn’t lie to yourself and say that phrase didn’t make your heart beat a bit more. You found yourself smiling softly at his words, moving forward to his snoring body. You moved his legs up onto the sofa and covered him with a blanket. You hesitated a bit before dropping a kiss onto his cheek. You pulled away, moving over to the bed and after undoing your hair and settling into the covers, you allowed sleep to take you, content that out of all the lions you seemed to be stuck with one who cared for you.