#he has quite a colorful harem

[hua-liansimp]

I think hoyoverse should release an Itto hangout but instead of the traveler hanging out with him it would be like a dating sim and all the men (and sara) who have chemistry with him would take him on romantic dates and spoil him rotten.

[tarrynightss]

what happens when sukuna’s precious little jewel actually does get pregnant ???

I’m so glad you asked Anon hehe

Concubine!reader x Sukuna thoughts part 1 here

Tags; Pregnancy, Concubine!fem!Reader, smut below cut, breeding kink, size difference, bit of lactation kink

Sukuna is not surprised when it happens after all the hard work you both put into realizing his dream. He notices a subtle change in your smell, in the energy that pulsates around you when he caresses his hand over your body. A wide grin splits on his face as he lays his hand over your lower stomach, his chest sturdy against your back. He can’t help but nuzzle his face against the side of your head, inhaling more of your intoxicating smell. “It took.”. Those simple words have your eyes widening and your heart pounding in your chest, looking back at him to ensure you understood correctly. “You’re with child.”

He’s overjoyed with the prospect of having a baby, an heir of his own. He’s more affectionate than he ever was, taking time to settle you close against him, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the growing bump on your stomach. He even caresses your hair and kisses you in an attempt to comfort you when you feel pain, all of it shockingly gentle for Sukuna. In his mind there’s a simple explanation. You did as he wanted, and you continue to do your duty well, ensuring his child is safe and growing strong inside you even when it hurts you, so you should be rewarded for it.

Sukuna has always been wary of others, but with the pregnancy he turns outright paranoid. With the amount of enemies he has he worries that one might now lash out and target you and your baby. He focuses more on maintaining barriers around the house, has someone sample your food in front of him before it’s allowed to be served to you, and you never sleep alone anymore, him always curled protectively against your side. He also decides to dismiss a large portion of his harem, not trusting them to have your best interest in mind. He knows how jealous humans can get, had seen women scratch each others eyes out just to get ahead of the other, and so the only other concubines allowed to stay are the ones you claim are your friends. He still keeps a careful eye on them, only truly allowing it because he knows that when the time comes, you will need women to aid you through it, and he doesn’t trust random midwives more than he trusts them.

Sukuna will spoil you more than ever, making sure you are comfortable in whatever way he can offer. The pregnancy is clearly taking a toll on you, your stomach having grown large and heavy, and he almost worries the size difference between you that excited him so might become the death of you. He carries you basically everywhere the last two months, wrapping you up in his strong arms and doing anything you need of him. It’s quite ironic; you used to be the one helping him get dressed, fawning over your master, and now he does the opposite for you. Though you know it’s out of necessity, it still makes your heart flutter.

That Sukuna is stressed out when you finally give birth is putting it lightly. He waits outside as customary, trying to appear stoic but panicking on the inside at your pained screams. As soon as he hears a baby cry, he barges in, watching as another concubine places the child against your bare chest. He quickly finds himself on his knees beside you, brushing one large hand over your sweaty forehead to comfort you as the other joins you in holding your baby. It’s a daughter, but she’s healthy and strong, screaming her lungs out for a minute more before calming down. You laugh, and he breathes in deeply, knowing you both made it. Relieve makes him bend forward and press a kiss to your forehead, leaning back just in time to see the child’s eyes open. Four in total, just like her father, but with the scarlet stare replaced by the lovely color of your eyes.

It surprises everyone, including you, how much of an involved father he is, holding his baby as often as he can, a large finger prodding at her pouty lips till she smiles and coos. When you apologize to him for not giving him a son, he stares at you blankly, gesturing for you to rise from where you kneel before him, putting one hand on your cheek as two others still cradle your baby. “I don’t need your apology. The child is healthy, and you will give me a son next time.” The surprise is evident on your face as your eyes snap to his. Not only is he being benevolent, but he also just said he wants another child with you. You were afraid he would discard you like a broken toy after this, no longer interesting enough to him, but it seems you still manage to hold your position as his favorite, bringing a smile to your face.

It has to be said that Sukuna can’t take his eyes off of you from the moment that tiny bump appears on your stomach. There’s something about it, about you, that makes every fiber of his being crave touching you. Maybe it’s that famous pregnancy glow, or maybe it’s the fact that he knows he’s the one who fucked a baby into you. You’re his, more clearly now than ever, and it excites him beyond his own comprehension.

Luckily for Sukuna, the hormones coursing through your body have you seeking him out desperately throughout most of your pregnancy. The first few months he fucks you like he wants to ruin you, rutting into you like an addict, but as soon as you really start showing he becomes more gentle. He wouldn’t risk seriously hurting you or his child, often seating you in his lap as he thrusts into you, his mouth lapping at your sweet neck. You still mewl so sweetly for him, so eagerly, and he already knows he might want to do this all over again after you’ve given him his first child.

Sukuna takes such good care of his little jewel, even massaging your poor sore breasts, teasing your aching nipples with his tongue. The changes to your body have him drooling all over you, his hands constantly on your growing breasts or belly. It becomes a guilty pleasure of his to touch you there, enjoying just having you on his lap as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, loving the way you squirm against him.

You find some of the changes quite embarrassing, especially when your breasts start leaking milk as you enter your third trimester. He only grins wolfishly when he notices the wet patches on the fabric covering your breasts, tutting as he pulls you to his chambers. “You need to relieve the pressure, little one.” And of course your benevolent master knows just how to do it, massaging your breasts till more drops come out, making sure he’s right there to help you through it all. This definitely gets far worse after you’ve given birth and your milk fully comes in, aching painfully to be released, Sukuna hot on your heels after ensuring your baby is fed to ‘help’ you.

[fillinforlater]

Eleven to One: Pet Play

Male Reader x Choi Yena

Length: 3966 words

Tags: pet play, you knew that, pet/master dynamic, blowjob, bad table manners, indulging in the pet kink, collar and leash, spankingas punishment, undressing, doggy, creampie, sex toys, overstimulation, kitten!Yena

TW: I guess if you don't like kitten Yena...

Inspiration: The great works of @writerpeach and @worldsover. Go check out their work on this specific... let's call it topic.

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for being my awesome co-writer and instigator of many BFH-sessions

(A/N: Looks like someone else is added to the family-harem, this time with a bit of an set up. Check out the previous story with the teaser for this one! Oh, and here are all the other chapters. Enjoy!)

"Sho tashty~"

Minju has no table manners, talking with food in her mouth. Well, the 'food' in question is your cock she is feverishly sucking from underneath the table while you and Yujin enjoy a nice, quick breakfast before Yujin has to leave for a group schedule. That's also why Minju is the only one naked, something she is perfectly accustomed to ever since you found the right room temperature for her.

"Before you go, I'll let you know that we have to move into a hotel for a week," you say as Yujin takes her final sip of coffee. 

"Why is that?"

"I bought the penthouse below and above us and want to connect them via some automated staircase. I promised the construction company a huge bonus if they finish in a week, so it shouldn't be longer than this. Damn Mr. Kim, I’d love to buy the entire building, but he is too greedy."

"Daddy," Minju asks from below, her soft fingers massaging your balls while she twirls your cockhead. "Why do we need so much space, so many rooms? Isn't this big enough?"

You take a quick glance at Yujin who shakes her head. This is not the right time, don't introduce Minju to the full family plan yet. Especially not when she is busy playing with cock, the only thing on her mind, on her tongue.

"I'll tell you later, Minmin."

"And I'll see you two later," Yujin says and gives you a quick tongue kiss while cupping your cheek. Too bad you can't cup hers because you are busy playing with Minju's hair. That’s not even a first world problem, so you’ll live with it. "Love you, Daddy."

"Love you too.

"Hey, Minmin, did you drop the bowl on purpose earlier?" you ask with Yujin out the door. Minju looks utterly confused, which is heart-meltingly cute.

"Why would Minmin do that, Daddy?"

"So I'd punish you and make you suck my dick?"

"B-but Minmin can suck your dick just by crawling in your office and opening my mouth. Why would she break Daddy's bowl?"

You laugh a little. This girl is too pure and impure at the same time.

#

Going on a date without Yujin feels quite odd, you must admit. What's even weirder is that you won't need to do it in secrecy, hidden from literally everyone. Today you just walk into the cafe, a gift underneath your arm and look for your date, a girl with colorful hair. At least she was last seen with light pink strands during a meet and greet. 

In the corner of the cafe is a table, in full light of the sunshine, falling in through crystal windows, and at said table is a small person, covered in a bucket hat, sunglasses and a large, black overcoat. Someone who likes to hide their identity to the world, but not you, because a flock of pink hair she flaunts from underneath the hat confirms your suspicion. It is your date.

"Do you mind if I just—"

"Oh, no, please, sit down~"

As you pull back the chair to have a seat, you intently watch the young woman remove her glasses and reveal her face to you. This is your first time seeing the Choi Yena up close in person, and with her gleeful smile, she really looks like a duck or cat or something adorable that you want to cuddle.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," you tell her and raise your hand to get the waitress's attention. "Can I invite you for a treat or a beverage?"

"Oh, I'd love to," Yena says, mocking your formal, almost posh way of speaking, before she has a light bulb moment. "Wait, you're very—let’s say well off, right? Can I order whatever I want?"

Now the ducky cat has puppy eyes, for no reason, really. You're here on this friendly date and she seems to have some sort of issue that only a wise person can resolve—of course you'll treat her.

"Get yourself whatever you want, but please." You lean forward and whisper. "Don't order too much. I find it embarrassing if they have to throw good food away."

Yena grins widely and nods, before going on a spree to order all kinds of cupcakes, pastries and milkshakes. You raise an eyebrow and calmly sip your coffee as she digs down sweet treat after sweet treat after sweet treat. To your surprise, she is not only fully capable of eating all of it, but also willing to talk about the most random shit while stuffing her face with sugary goods. 

Yena lacks table manners, just like Minju did this morning.

You sit there and listen. Yena mostly talks about her daily life, mixed in with complaints about her company and sudden outbursts of adoration for IVE and their super star Yujin and how happy she is for you two. 

Then she goes on tangents about IZ*ONE and what the girls have been up to. She is sad about Wonyoung, who apparently decided to pursue some rich people stuff, just like Hyewon, but when you tell her that you and Hyewon are rather close (yeah, that's all you will tell her for now), she lights up once more.

"Really? I only heard rumors about her new, joined company buying huge shares in Starship. Do you like working for Hyewon-unnie?"

You put your cup of tea down and smile. "Something like that, yeah. But now, Yena, I'm pretty sure you're avoiding something."

"Wha-what do you mean?" Yena sweats profusely, not because the overcoat is too thick, though it is, but because you finally want to get to the point. Why were you here again?

"You know what I mean. The reason you wrote the letter, Yena. You have to tell me why, all I can do is make assumptions."

Yena wraps her lips around the straw of her milkshake and quickly drinks the remaining droplets until she makes this annoying slurping sound that has your temple in scrunches. Before you can complain however, Yena finally speaks up.

"I'll tell you, bu-but can you at least guess what it's about first."

"I can, but I have to warn you, I'm very honest and upfront, no nonsense, I might trample over your feelings or say something absurd, rude even."

Yena blushes and gulps. She is all ears to what you're about to say, which has you confident that your guess is spot on.

"I believe that you are very unsatisfied with your sex life and unsure how to act out the stuff you like, so you try to look for someone with experience who you can trust but is also not in your closessed circle."

"Is it that obvious!?” Yena quickly responds as not to let awkward silence fill a possible void in this conversation.

You nod and Yena throws her hands dramatically into the air. She looks embarrassed and a bit distraught that you were able to look right through her, without shame or hesitation. 

However, to your pleasant surprise, she is able to gather herself and speak like a proper grown up about her sexual frustration:

"Yeah, you were spot on. I have a lot of free time in between comebacks and schedules, which is nice and all, but I-I'm unsure about hook ups and scared that someone will... leak stuff. So I wanted to try normal dating, but even among other stars that is so ha-ard. I just want to fu-uck."

"That is very understandable," you say and lean back into the chair, feeling a bit like a therapist with an immorally large bulge in your pants. "But don't you think you could find a very loyal fan, who'd do anything for you, have an NDA ready and go for it? Or maybe you could go out of country, where they don't know you? I bet you still have a lot of options, and with a pretty face like yours, you're bound to find more than enough people to fu-uck."

Yena pouts at you mocking her pronunciation.

"But that's a lot of effort and little guarantee. I want something reliable, in this country and I can’t wait any longer.”

"You want a relationship where you can trust the other person," you summarize. "So... what was your goal with all this? We don't know each other and I'm in a relationship with Yujin. I don't get this from you point of view."

"I-I, it's just that I—I need someone with experience to guide me through this. And I have seen Yujin, her happiness, her smile, the glow around her. That's a woman that has good sex all the time, so please, tell me your secret." 

"I'm the secret, Yena. Do you want to take me from Yujin?" You stand up straight, face stern as Yena looks up at you, helpless and needy. "Finish up your milkshake, we'll take this somewhere else. Don't forget your present."

#

You picked out a nearby hotel, actually the first one that crossed your eyesight. As is often the case, you underestimated how high end these places can actually be. You already consider making this your home for the week your flat becomes unlivable. Minju won’t say anything against it, Yujin though might want something even more posh and polished. 

Good thing that you decided to wear that brown thousand dollar suit that makes you look like a mixture between gangster and manager, otherwise bringing a fully costumed stranger with you would have been an eye raiser. Now you're just some less important person bringing a celebrity to their room.

But it's your room, your money, your decision what’s about to happen. Yena walks in after you and stands in the middle of the vast, cozy room, adorned with all kinds of paintings, a carpet on a wooden floor, an impeccable color scheme from the darkest of brown to a soft beige. You sit down on the bed and look at the still dressed idol expectantly.

"Hm, which present do you want to open first: mine or yours?" you ask her, voice in deep thought as Yena removes her glasses once more.

"I-I don't know what you mean by your present but I think I'll open this."

Yena taps the wrapped box nervously, hoping for some kind of reaction from your part, but you leave her hanging and after agonizing seconds she begins to rip into the colorful wrapping paper. Yena opens the lid beneath and her eyes open wide.

"I know what you want, Yena. Don't underestimate me. Be blunt, be honest, most importantly,

"Be my good little pet, hm?"

Yena takes deep breaths when she pulls out a long, silver chain with a leather handle on one end and her favorite collar on the other. There is more inside it though: a pink feeding bowl with a cute kitten on it as well as a bullet vibrator, its cord and remote and a thigh strap. 

Yena drops the box and most items on the creme carpet when you put her chin between two of your fingers and tilt it up. She looks dreamy, you must have hit the spot to activate endless sexual possibilities and the urge to succumb to them right now. Honestly, you too have always wondered what it would be like to have a pet cat and now she is right here, ready to purr for you.

"What are you?" you ask, quietly, firmly, unmistakable power in your eyes. Yena melts in your fingers.

"Masters... good pet."

"Very good. After I have opened up my present, I expect my kitten to get into character. Because that is what good kittens do."

Without ever breaking eye contact, you begin to pop open the buttons of Yena's overcoat until it's time for the zipper to open up the curtains. In the meantime Yena loses her hat—maybe her mind along with it. You are in no rush to have her bare before you, after all, you left the world of haste and constant work behind. It's time to indulge in this thrilling moment, feel every second of this new life.

"Wow, what a beautiful kitten I have," you coo when you look at the skimpy stage outfit on Yena's body, a radical contrast to the all covering black of her overcoat which is thrown behind the bed.  The shortest of white shorts and a crop top that barely fits her are all that's left to hide Yena's private parts. 

"Now, how about I give my kitten the proper accessories, hm? C'mon, get the collar."

She is in a bit of a daze, your kitten, clumsily bowing down and reaching for the chain. Before she can straighten her back, you kick it out of her hand, and sigh deeply in disappointment.

"No, no, no, not like that. Get it like the little kitten you are."

The kick had her stunned, hurt a bit even, but now she knows what to do. Teaching your pet how to behave properly comes first, before any fun tricks can be trained. Yena begins to kneel and crawls to the collar. She picks the leather handle up with her teeth and carries it to you. 

"Good girl, you've done very well." Your praise comes with another reward. The tips of your fingers begin to scratch and tickle Yena's chin and she calmly purrs, lays her cheek into your hand, fuck, she isn't even cat coded anymore—

—she is living this.

"Kitten, I have many obligations, you know? Caring for Yujin is a handful too. But you, you'll be a good kitten for your Master, won't you? You'll never cause me any trouble, right?”

Yena responds with rapid nods. From her point of view, you are doing her a huge favor, with or without the approval of Yujin. She thinks you are taking risks and loves you for it. Her devotion is only natural, so you happily offer her a couple of fingers to suck on. 

While Yena indulges in getting her drool all over your fingers, you get the tight collar around her throat. It's a good thing that she already sent you this one, a different kind might not have been such a perfect fit. This one looks so natural on her and the thin chain is a great addition. 

"My kitten has fine taste. I think she deserves some belly rubs."

If she had a tail, Yena would probably swing it around in excitement. She won't go long without one, you already have plans of buying hundreds of toys for her—well, okay, these "plans" are just now forming, you’ll have to adjust the shopping list later—and a tail is at the top of that list. 

Purrs when Yena rolls over playfully, her arms and feet stretched away from her like paws and thanks to that crop top, you have perfect access to her midriff. The moment you touch her navel, she unexpectedly kicks upwards, right into your chest. A stinging pain, one you have to swallow down with a heavy gulp. That's how they are, wild, young, untrained pets. 

Nevertheless, they have to be taught properly. A good punishment is an essential part of their training.

"Some lying pet you are!” you snap at her. “How fucking dare you kick your Master!" 

Yena wanted to make a deal with the devil, a deal to be your pet. Unlike Minju or even Hyewon, she wants to be your literal property, not your girl, property and not a human. The treatment has to match the deal.

You easily lift the petrified idol-turned-kitten off the ground and place her bend over on your lap. Yena's cute, firm little butt is in your striking zone, while she desperately turns to face you. You hook a finger into her waistband and pull her shorts down to the folds of her asscheeks.

"Are you sorry, Kitten, for kicking your Master?" you ask Yena with a deeply judging tone. She nods with a deeply sorry expression. "Say that you're sorry!"

"I-I'm sorry, Master. I was a dumb kitten." Not enough meows in that sentence, but you will work on that later.

"What do you think you deserve now, kitten?"

"I de-deserve to be punished by Master.”

"That is right, kitten." You barely touch Yena's butt with the tips of your fingers, and she is already stiffening, readying for impact. To her surprise, your digits rather gently dig into her small cheeks and massage them in preparation. "But are you really sorry?"

"Yes, Master, yes I am—ah!"

The first hit always stings the most, to the point where involuntary tears stream down one's face and lips quiver uncontrollably. You don't let your hand rest on the red spot, instead lifting it up and striking again to make Yena's butt sore all over.

"You don't mean these words. I will have to hit you more."

"N-no, please!" Yena tries to push her upper body up but you make sure to keep her down, pinned to your thighs. "Master, I really, really am sorry!"

Another slap, straight on the same spot, enough to make Yena squirm out a pained meow. In the ensuing set of a dozen hits, six on each beautiful ass cheek, your kitten winces more and more, like a cat hurt in the wild. It tugs at your heart strings, surprisingly, but you continue regardless. When the set is finished, your fingers travel down Yena’s creek to her pussy.

"Do you like to be hit, kitten?" you ask calmly, two fingers gliding across Yena's labia, finding her clit. Yena purrs and shakes her head. "Do you think you need more punishment?"

"No, Master. Please, stop. I'll be a good kitten for you. I’m sorry."

Those dreamy, teary, glassy eyes—could they ever lie?

"I believe you.” A small pat on her head. “God, you are very cute, your hair is so silky and your little entrance is already getting wet." You remove your digits and show the tiny strings of arousal that remain in between when you spread them before her eyes. 

You take your time, again, no reason to rush. Climb on the bed, watch Yena rest on her knees before it. A light tug at the chain and Yena gets it. Today, she'll be allowed on the bed, just for this special occasion.

"Thank you, Master," she purrs and you comb through the pink, smooth hair. You give her a final smile before getting behind her. Belts and pants have never stopped you from getting what you need, to the point you'll probably disregard them entirely in the future.

This future in your home, with all these girls; Yujin and Minju already live there, Eunbi and Hyewon will surely follow. Chaewon is a wild card, probably a couple of sessions away from any commitment. And then there is Yena. 

Will she commit to being your pet full time? Or is this a one off thing for her, to get rid of all the sexual tension you feel on her soaked and hot pussy lips that graze your tip? The extent of her kink is still a mystery to you.

"Relax, my little kitten, here comes your favorite cock.”

How can she know if this is her favorite? It's been ages since something this big and girthy has spread her open, pushed past any tension and made her feel full. Comparing this to those she had in the past is impossible—but not because of the difference in time or position or foreplay. 

The comparison fails because your massiveness makes Yena's brain short circuit. All stages of humanity and human behavior are shut off; when your tip presses against her cervix, she goes straight to purring, meowing more than moaning.

Yena is incredibly tight, mostly because this is the first time she has something so big inside her, you assume, so you give her time for adjustments, slow movements, even slower rubs on her back, then her belly. 

"Let's get rid of this." And you do get rid of her top, see her small breasts jiggle, the tiny, hard nipples too, when Yena is ready to move on her own.

Her kitten butt moves in a mesmerizing dance, not only a linear back and forth, but a subtle shimmy from side to side. You get to see your cock glazed in her sweet juice, then it disappears in that cavern again. Up to this point, you're just kneeling behind your kitten, undressing further and further, sometime pulling the chain to get her back into that doggy position—it seems that she likes the slow fuck.

"You are such a good kitten," you groan and lean towards Yena's ear until she can't push backwards anymore. "What do you say, next time we're alone, you get some ears and a tail?"

"Bu-but Master," Yena murmurs, face now in the mattress because you start pushing yourself into her. "What about Yujinnie, your girlfriend?"

"Don't you want to stay with us? Get head pats from my good baby girl too?" 

Don't give her time to think about it. This revelation of your open and rather complex relationship might have been too early. So thrust harder into her and make the entire bed shake, her brain a useless mush. Yena's toes curl as she bites the sheets below her and lifts her ass a bit higher for easier access. She gets wetter and tighter, a clear sign of enjoyment, of thrill that is soon to be bliss.

Without warning you yank at the chain. Yena chokes hard, quickly getting back into the doggy position which you immediately use to fuck her roughly against the backboard of the bed. 

The chain in your hand, the thought of a personal pet and its snug cunt make you greedy for your own orgasm which always comes before hers, however only in terms of relevance. Yena has finally adjusted to your width, length and the harsh grip you exert on her collar. She drools and purrs, until an ultimate, mindless scream leaves her mouth. Her knees begin to buckle as she cums on your length, that pistoning length, in and out of her cunt, completely disregarding her sensitivity.

"Oh, looks like my kitten is wetting herself. Look, you're ruining the sheets! Such a dumb little pet."

Yena doesn't even hear the taunting. She holds onto some pillows, then the backboards, as you applaude her for the resilience by fucking faster and making the pelvis on ass sounds louder and louder.

"Me-me-meow~" Yena's irises disappear in her head. The idol has fully become your kitten; in due time to you surrendering to the tight grip of her cunt by cumming. A day's worth of semen, directly into her womb, and you tell yourself that she is safe today. She has to be, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to your dick inside her.

"Ma-Master, so much," Yena breathes and her paws try to remove all the sticky hair from her sweaty face.

"You better not spill it on the sheets, kitty. Keep it inside your pussy, all of it." You pull out and immediately get up close with the pink snatch. Yena clenches her muscle, trying to force her pussy to stay shut.

"So, so much—I can't ho-old it!"

With that said, Yena loses some of your precious cream. She just lets it fall out of her in an incredibly lewd display that has you smiling at her embarrassed expression. In a scramble of genius and horniness, you find the bullet vibrator and shove it inside Yena’s cunt before she can ruin more of the bed. Her ensuing moan is music to your ears.

"I guess my kitten is not yet potty trained. We need to change that as soon as we can.

"Wouldn’t you agree?"

[lya-dustin]

Queen of Light, King of Darkness

Aka the space!Nurbanu x Feyd Rautha fic

Cw: murder, allusions to sex, manipulation, mentions of cannibalism

Feyd Rautha x oc/reader

Taglist: @beebeechaos @avidreader73 @dunefandomhub

Much like your mother before you, you did not lack boldness.

Your mother had captivated the Padishah Emperor even before his wife had died and cemented her place as favorite with the promise of a son ---and her wit and beauty heightened by her abilities, of course.

She would have succeeded if the Bene Gessrit had not meddled and made an example out of her. They claimed they had made her Shaddam Corrino’s concubine in the first place as a replacement for Anirul ---who was only of a middling rank as her daughters were--- and killed her so the emperor knew what would happen if he put a wrench into their centuries long breeding scheme.

Irulan was meant for Paul Atreidis and would birth the Messiah’s children who would inherit the throne, and you, Nurbanu, were meant for whoever the Sisterhood told your father to marry you off to.

But you have other plans.

You wanted the throne. You wanted revenge for your mother, and you knew there was only one way to acquire it.

Through him.

The Harkonnen heir who delights in cruelty and pain.

Feyd Rautha would be yours and the known universe as well.

You know you have caught his eye when he forgets who he is trying to impress and focuses on you and only you.

To the untrained eye, you wear gray and silver as you are hosted by the Baron in all his grotesque glory. You wore pink, an almost insulting color here where the black sun paints everything in stark shades of black and white.

They favored cool dark tones, black as the sun and white as marble are the most seen here. Some may be bold and wear blood red or a deep blue, but colors like those you wear are not welcome.

Not that they can say anything about it, you are the emperor’s daughter.

You purposely avoid him during the festivities, hurting his ego because for the first time, a woman isn’t falling over herself for his attention.

It’s a good game, him as the predator and you as his prey.

But he has never met a woman quite like you, and his usual strategy doesn’t work. He can not make you jealous, he cannot impress you with his cruelty nor his position, nor can he manage to get you close enough to seduce you.

And yet, when he gives up, he finds you in his bed drinking his hard liquor and his concubines asleep on the floor. They have their own quarters as a proper harem would, but this is intentional. This was done to show your superiority over any woman he’s been with or ever could be.

“Was Lady Margot as good as the Box?” You ask mockingly. You are laid back on his pillows, as if you owned it as if he was the one who needed permission to even be there.

“Do you mock me?” He will find a better use for your mouth.

“Merely teasing you, you did have me here waiting all night. I was about to wake your harpies to make my night worthwhile.” You were Bene Gessrit just as Lady Margot Fenring was. He had rather enjoyed his night, but she had only awoken his appetites.

He knows nothing would feel as good as fucking a princess on his own birthday. To paint your pale skin with his seed as dark as your hair, to breed a son into you and claim the golden lion throne through you.

Vladimir is a fine name for an emperor. Vladimir Feyd, Padishah Emperor of the Universe.

“You haven’t even touched me, and already you named our firstborn.” You continue to tease him, light brown eyes dark with lust as you sense all the things he wants to do to you tonight.

There are so many ways he could take you, so many ways he could make you pay for your impertinence. He strips himself as he approaches you like a hunter with his quarry.

“Are you always this insolent, your highness?” Feyd climbs in slowly, like a great feline ready to pounce, but he never does. The Na-Baron only positions himself atop you ready to fuck you into submission.

Fenring had been the one in control. This time, it would be him who’s in control.

“Only when a man has my interest.” He can taste your arrogance in your lips and tongue. A heady feel like fucking under the influence of the spice, something he can bet you know about.

And if you don’t, he will gladly show you.

“A husband could fix that.” Who better than he to be that man. Your own name already matches his own.

Queen of Light. King of Darkness.

"Prince Consort Feyd Rautha has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

Even the Bene Gessrit couldn’t have ever stopped this from happening, he thinks as he begins to unravel you underneath him.

It's no surprise to anyone that you return to your father as the Na-Baroness Nurbanu and pregnant with his only grandson to ensure neither he nor the Bene Gessrit get any ideas of separating the two of you.

“The Bene Gessrit expect you to die and leave the path clear for their creation. They always intended to have their messiah rule the universe through my boring elder sister.” You suggest as the two of you rid yourselves of his dear uncle and elder brother.

The black blood on your pale skin does things to him. He had expected you to be all talk and have him do all the work.

You had used your teachings to have both men kill each other and make him the undisputed Baron Harkonnen. Neither man could stop as your Voice commanded them to fight to the death, and Rabban took his own life once your manipulation of his body loosened.

He loved his uncle, even cared a little for his useless brother, but he loved power more. One day, he may even love you and you him.

“What does my baronness suggest I do?” He never had a morning like this and enjoyed the violent spectacle as you fed him with your loving hands. He wants to fuck you here, on the ruined dining room where his darling pets will feast on fine Harkonnen meat.

“Throw the fight, ally yourself with him, and let me give you your heart’s desire without even lifting a finger.” His radiant queen answers caressing his lips you do not seem to tire of.

And because you have not led him wrong, he does as she suggested and kills the Emperor instead.

Feyd Rautha welcomes a son, the future Emperor Feyd Murad, while the Atreidis line ends with the so-called Kwisatz Haderach.

Blond and dark eyed, and completely out of the Bene Gessrit’s control.

Part 2: the last wolf of Lankiveil

[prettyboykatsuki]

malice of a pretty face | scaramouche (wanderer)

✮ tags ; adapted from genshin canon but not genshin canon, gn!reader, forced marriage but they ally together, role reversal, scaramouche is called bride mostly jokingly, physically smaller than reader, reader has a female concubine in their bed and kisses them / had sex w them, reader is a tyrant ruler type, age gap (scara is 20 ish and reader is like 28), opium usage, raiden shogun is scara's mother who sold him out, political affairs, handjobs + making out 18+

✮ wc ; 3.4k

✮ a/n ; what if i want to be the tyrant emperor for a change huh. what then. also scaramouche is called bride but gender and stuff is whatever in this universe.

some background, this is not genshin techincally. its like adapted to be a royalty au. reader is a recent ruler of their homeland. scaramouche is a raidens son. he didn't get a lot of choice in coming but he has no political power in his homeland

(this is a rewrite of a concept i posted a while ago but i cant find the ask where someone tells me to expand so hope this finds u anon

✮ synopsis ; your "bride" hails from inazuma and comes to you dressed in white, with eyes full of lightning.

A knock on your door snaps you out of your pointless thinking. Your close companion and Royal Advisor clears his throat before addressing you. 

“Your bride has been prepared for you,”

“Come in.” 

The brown door creaks as it opens, the gold embellishments on either side catching light. The hallway behind is empy but bright. Your advisor stands behind your esteemed guest with a look of mild exasperation. Subtle as it may be, it makes the corner of your lip quirk in amusement. At the door is your betrothed. 

Your bride comes to you wrapped in white. 

“I’ll leave you too it,” Says your advisor, code for please get along that has you nodding your head. You hum quietly, waving him away. He sighs as he shuts the door, leaving your guest standing at the door awkwardly. 

As the rumors have said so many times over, the Raiden Shoguns only heir is strikingly beautiful. Pale thing he is, white as a porcelain doll and nearly half your size. Even in the lowlights of your bedroom, the blurriness of candlelight, you can see the sharpness of his eyes. A signature purple, the color of royalty and trademark of the Inazuman dynasty and bloodline.

For a peace offering, he reeks of defiance. Just standing there with his arms crossed, fists clenched and jaw tight. He looks like he wants to burn the entire palace to the ground where he stands. You’re sure if you picked him apart enough he’d tell you just that. Intel tells you he’s easy to provoke, and for a Prince of his nation - he’s quite the fighter too. 

You aren’t sure how much he knows of this by now. Or if he knows that you’ve learned all sorts of things about him.

Most of all, he’s intriguing. Beautiful but prickly and poisonous. You’re captivated by how much he seethes. You tilt your head as your leg up, your back against the wall. You glance briefly at the concubine asleep in your bed, back exposed. Your robe is half-fallen over your shoulder, the bandaging on your chest and shoulder visible. 

You take a long inhale of the pipe resting on your bed, lungs filling with opium before you push it. Another cloud of smoke fills the room, relief in your back as you exhale. You tilt your head at him. 

“Will you stand there the whole time?” You ask placidly. It angers him even more for a reason you’re unable to discern. 

“Why would I get near a belligerent tyrant like you?”

You chuckle. Despite himself, there’s a tinge of anxiety to his protesting. He’s young and on guard. You’re sure your reputation with the Royal Harem has served you no favors, so he must think you’re going to pounce on him. 

You shake your head. 

“I like to sedate my prey before I eat it. I won’t lay a hand on you.” 

Surprised by your deduction, a flush draws on his features. You smile wispily, before another thought crosses your mind. His name dawns on you, Scaramouche you think it was. 

“Ah, or is it this that’s troubling you?” You say, gesture vaguely to the naked person in your bed laying comfortably “Should I send her away before we speak?” 

Your conversation stirs her. Scaramouche stares on. Instead you glance at the woman before you as she wakes, turning to her side. Barren skin save for jewelry, she runs her hands through her hair as she yawns. 

“Oh, Your Highness. Already another round? I hardly got any rest.” She pouts. Her behavior is amusing to you always.

“Not today. My spouse has come to visit, so I’m sending you back to your chambers.” You say smoothly. She pouts, sitting up. The sheets that covered her so thinly have fallen, revealing the rest of her. A set of gold anklets that match with gold necklaces and gold bracelet. She sits up on her knees and wraps her around your neck.

“How cruel,” She whines, rubbing herself against you “How could you abandon when you favor me so much, hm?” 

“You’re quite clever aren’t you? Trying to seduce me in front of my lover, and all?” 

She pulls back to giggle. 

“So you’ve seen through me. I don’t care for being sent away, you know?”

“What would you like as reconciliation?” You say.

“A kiss goodbye,” She replies easily. This time you look to Scaramouche. His face is burning red. 

“Is it alright with you?” 

He scoffs “As if it matters what I think.” 

“I’ve asked you haven’t I?” 

“Do as you please.” 

You laugh. He says as much but he can't help but stare. He looks embarrassed, albeit you can’t imagine which thing is troubling him so much. It’s entertaining.

You kiss her goodbye as she’s asked, though you know what type of kiss she’s asking for. A deep kiss, the kind where you have to hold her by the nape of her neck. Salacious in nature, where she squirms and holds the front of your robe. You pull away with a laugh, rubbing her lower lip. 

“Send my regards to everyone. It might be some time before I visit again.” 

“How heartbreaking. I’ll do as you wish, Your Highness.” She stands to her feet, pulling herself out of bed and putting on the clothes left on the floor with a sigh. Her feet pad against the marble floor as she walks away. 

She stops to look at Scaramouche before leaving, bowing her head in respect before standing back. She whispers something to him (that turns his face into a blushing mess once more) before patting him on the shoulder gently. 

“I’m off,” She says, waving a hand but not looking back. The door clicks back shut a second time, leaving the two of you alone in silence. You take another drag from your pipe. 

“Come. Sit.” 

He does as you ask this time, stomping with a characteristic frustration that you stop to laugh at internally. He sits on the corner of your mattress, legs crossed. You get to see him up close this time. What delicate features he has, he couldn’t be any older than 21. The white silks he’s dressed in are fine. A thin, lace collar goes up to his throat.  A skirt with high slits about the legs and lacy socks to cover the legs. He’s wearing something over it too, draped over his shoulders. You can see the cut-out of his chest. You only glance. Any longer than this and you’re sure he’ll protest. 

“What troubles you, my bride?” 

He grits his teeth. 

“I’m no bride.” 

“I know,” You say, without any hesitation “You’re the only filial son of the Great Raiden Shogun. I may be a tyrant, but I am no fool.” 

This information surprises him. He wears his emotions on his face, as expected. He’s not gotten so far without being clever. The bounty on his head is insurmountable. There’s a tension in the room, an unspoken heaviness in the air. Quite a fragile thing he is. 

“Then this, this marriage  - it’s fraudulent isn’t it?” He says, angry. You hum. 

“I knew before we wedded. Under the law of Tevyat and in the eyes of the Nation, you are my betrothed.” 

He’s catching up to all that you know. You know it all. The rumors of the cold and unyielding Raiden Shogun. The desolate lands of Inazuma, the loss of childhood and the change in the young man. Rumors of the angry Crown Prince and his bleeding heart. How he was sacrificed for power to your hands, for the eternal vision of Inazuma. 

Of course you know.

“Then why…if you know about me, then why?” 

“The Raiden Shogun offered you to me to get in my good graces. There’s political fairs involved but the simply reason is because I wanted to. You’re easy on the eyes.”

He ignores your flirtatious comment as you expect. 

“What are the political affairs?” 

“Inazuma wishes to strengthen it’s naval army and a small nation requires resources. Since I’ve only just gained power after killing the Emperor, my position for the throne is destabilized and marriage was the best option to stabilize it again,” You explain, already bored just hearing yourself. 

“We don’t gain anything from joining hands with Inazuma as it stands. And plenty of people have vouched desperately for my marriage. The simple answer is because an offer like the only child of the Raiden Shogun, who’s beauty is world-renowned is quite the tempting offer.” 

He looks down, away from you and you resist your own laughter. 

“I despise you,” 

“I know that too. That pretty face of yours doesn’t leave much for imagination. What will you do my dear? Will you run? Cry? Scheme into driving a knife in my heart? Lure me into security and disappear?” 

“...You’re personality is quite twisted.” 

“I’m curious about the faces you make, that’s all. What will you do, how will you react, how you think. But I do not intend to make you miserable. There’s much to discuss,” 

“....Why are you posing as if you’re kind?” 

“A caged animal will lash out for it’s freedom,” You say, titting your head to one side “But a looked after one will never bite the hand that feeds.” 

“Wouldn’t you be the one closer to an animal with your tendencies?” 

“A beast, I hear so often. My point is the same. If I intend to make you even a begrudging ally, I’m not interested in angering you. Nor forcing myself upon you for that matter,” You add the last part intentionally. 

“Disgusting,” He says, all while staring at the curve of your neck and your body “Really,” 

“I do not intend to force you, but if you’re so against the idea - I think it’d only be fair I’m allowed to see my concubines. It’s your choice.” 

He frowns at your explanation. You grin.

“Are you so troubled by it? Would you prefer I only long for you?”

“D-don’t word it like that.” He says, a shake in his voice. You hum, taking a long drag from your pipe. 

“Maybe you’re the sentimental type? A lover from the homeland? Or perhaps, you’re just too inexperienced to be confident?” 

You can see the exciting look on his face. That type of shame that very few nobles wear. Most of them degenerates, or liars. Prim and properly deceitful. You look at Scaramouche’s honest face and feel something between your legs. How much he wishes to admonish you, or even push you away but is all too curious to refuse. An expression like that is a jewel, a diamond waiting for polish. 

You have to chip around it, bit by bit. Too much force and you’ll scratch his beautiful surface, you only pull at him gently. Tease him so tenderly he can’t scurry off. 

“Shut up. You know nothing about me,” 

“If you’re unsure, you can always try. I can teach you much easier than most,” You say. You wonder if he’ll call your bluff. But he doesn’t. He sits and folds his hands in your lap. He reminds you a bit of those Glaze Lily’s all the way from Liyue. Cold and blue and eye-catching. 

Scaramouche does not call your bluff. He shifts to cover his legs and something is overwhelmed inside you. You hold your breath a little. So skittish. 

“There’s nowhere for me to return to,” He says first, surprising you, a bitterness in his tone that pleases you “It’s not like I want to stay here or be your ally. But returning to a place that has discarded me is even more disgusting.” 

“So we’re allies for now. Understood,” You say, glancing at him “Then, are you giving me permission to sleep with you?” 

His eyes widen, face reddening to an impossible degree. A belly laugh leaves you. What a simple person in the end. 

“You―W-we have to consummate the marriage, don’t we? A-and if I stay here, I’ll have power. Leaving it open means it’ll be nullified and―” 

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me. If you feel too embarrassed about your desires, you may spread rumors about simply quelling my appetite,” You say with a mild expression, intending it with sincerity “It’d be a shame to do nothing when you’ve dressed up so nicely for your arrival. Come closer,” 

Your comment must bother him, but he resigns himself. He does as he’s asked, slowly getting on his knees and crawling towards you. His eyes are erratic, skin flush. He’s simply sitting across from you and he can’t look at you directly. You’re a little astonished by the extent of his innocence, especially with all the violent rumors around him. You blow out the flame of your pipe, and lean to one side away from you.

Then you stretch your legs out, placing your hands gently on his waist so he doesn’t startle. You manuever so he’s stradling you, his knees on either side of your thigh. Looking at him closely is exciting. There’s makeup on his face. Crushed pink pigment smeared on his lip and smoothed with oil and eyes lined with something dark. You reach your hand up to cup his face, and he manages not to flinch. 

Though you can hear his heart beat. It’s tremendously loud. Nervous.

“Relax, I won’t eat you, for now. I’ll take take responsibility. Have you kissed anyone?” 

“S-so what if I haven’t?” 

“We’ll start there. Close your eyes and follow me.” 

He listens obediently again, closing his eyes. His hands are clenched over his knee. You grab them and let them rest over your shoulders before sneaking your hand to the side of his face. You lean in to kiss him gently, his skin soft. He smells like lavender and oats, the hairs on his nape brushing against your fingers delicately. His lips are soft as you start slowly, opening your mouth just a little. He learns quickly, following your actions without trying to take lead. 

You pull away and do it again. Again and again and again until you’re used to the pace. You use your free hand to squeeze at his delicate waist, relishing in how easily he succumbs to the feelings. He lets out something like a moan that embarasses him near immediately as he pulls away. He’s clumsy but it’s cute, and makes you want to kiss him more. 

He turns his head, using his wrist to cover his mouth which you grab swiftly. You grab his chin too, rubbing your thumb on his lip. 

“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” You say, a little more eager than last. He makes a face but listens. You mimic him before kissing him one more time. The feeling of your tongue must surprise him. Either way, his body responds so beautiful. He nearly melts in your arms as you wrap them around his waist, fingers dancing to any bare skin you can. He makes a pretty, pitchy sound for you but doesn’t pull away this time. 

When you stop kissing him, his face looks hazy. Frustrated, he almost goes to chase your mouth but stops himself. You smirk just barely, before busying your mouth on his chin. Open kisses trace his jaw as you lean into his pulse. 

It beats under your teeth, his heart does, so red and so loud. For a minute you really do want to eat him alive, devour him in one swallow. But you restrain yourself from such desires, instead putting little marks on his body for tommorrow. So everyone knows not to say anything about his status. He can resent you later but for now, it’s a safety precaution. 

He makes sounds like a melody, a string insturment in the warm sun. There’s something divinely beautiful about him. His body reacts to your simple touches, a shiver running up his spine as you kiss his neck and grope him lightly. It excites you, those innocent reactions. Makes something stir in your gut and grow hot between your legs. 

You feel something shift underneath you. When you look, there’s something hard poking from his clothes. It makes a tent in the delicate fabric where he stands. You pull away just to stare at it, amused by how hard he is.

“Stop looking at it or I’ll gouge your eyes out,” 

“It’s cute,” You say with conviction, wrapping your hands around the base with the fabric and squeezing the base “I should get to look,” 

“W-what are you?” 

“I’ll bet a stuck-up prince type like you didn’t get much education. There are more ways than one to feel pleasure than sticking it in. I’ll show you, so don’t run away,” 

He doesn’t have the words to protest. He doesn’t refuse you, just watches through his hands. You rub him so slightly through the thin material. Can see it clear with your eyes adjusted. It fits easily in your palm, tip harsh pink and curved. You place your thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum leaking onto the fabric. He’s so sticky, so hard and hot in your palms. 

“It’d be better if I touched you directly, but you’re cute like this. So lewd,” 

He has nothing to say. A whine or protest gets cut short with a groan of pleasure. You laugh a little. You search the bed for a bottle of oil with your free hand. When you find it, you pull away and drip it into your hands. 

“Hold this up for me.” You say softly. He hesitates but does, pulling the skirt up until his cock is visible. You rub the oil into your hands, warming it before wrapping around the shaft. The skin-to-skin proves to be a lot for him, his body already trembling though you’ve hardly touched him. He’s much heavier like this, His cock is smooth and he’s near hairless, You can see so much of him, the plane of his stomach and the musculature of his thighs. 

He’s got lithe muscle, nothing too hard or too defined but there all the time. He’s got a dip in one of his hips and a mole that you’ll kiss some other time, just above where you’re touching. You wonder if there’s more. Once you have your way with him you’ll count. 

You stroke him slowly and easily. Any more than this might be cruel since this much action seems to be too much. You watchi his expression as you build to a steady pace, paying special attention to the head. His expression is debauched. Inexperienced as you expected, but perhaps even more than that - sensitive. He’s throbbing against the curves of your roughened skin, gasping and holding hard onto your shoulder as he tries to keep himself tight in one place. You lean your head forward, kissing just under his pec. 

“This is as far as I’ll go today. Cum for your beloved, hm? Show me your face?” 

That seems to do it for him. The use of lover in such a context pushes him over the edge and it only takes two more strokes to spill into your fingers. Thick, hot ropes of cum makes a mess of your fingers as he ruts his cock into your palms chasing his high.

When he’s finished, he nearly collapses into your lap. It sedates all of his previous angers, something you note in the back of your mind. 

You bring your hand up your mouth, tasting it. He gasps, scandalized. 

“That’s dirty!” 

“I’ve done worse. Besides it wasn’t bad. Hand me that,” You gesture. He tosses you the rag to wipe your hand with and you toss it in the basket at the end of your bed. Before he can push you away, you pull him into your arms and laydown. 

“What are you doing?” He says, indignant. 

“Holding you,” You say without blinking, looking down at him. You wrap your arms around his waist and let him cuddle into you “The concubines get angry if I don’t after,” 

“...Don’t talk about them right now,” 

You laugh “Right, sorry.” 

“....What about me?” 

You laugh a little at him pretending he isn’t worried. 

“I know you said not to mention it but I’m all worn out for today. So get some sleep. I’ll have my Advisor prepare more in the morning but you should rest.” 

“Ugh. Fine. If you insist,” He says, melting into you anyway. You laugh to yourself as he closes his eyes. 

You’ve signed up for something fun.

[respectthepetty]

We started episode nine of Wandee Goodday with the blinding yellow orb of light surrounded by pink/purple flowers. I'm gonna ignore the Ter part because between this and OMG! Vampire (and Thai BLs in general), I got questions about the lack of severity regarding male sexual assault and harassment, but that's a different post.

The props department has given me a yellow and purple labeled beer with the production name on it - AllThat Beer. Bless you, props department.

Yellow on Yak's side, purple on Dee's side, and they kiss in the blue with the purple countdown, and because I hate this blue, hopefully this is also a countdown to the fake part of their relationship ending soon.

@overrgrownn, already pointed out how they swap colors when they step outside and Yak turns pink, but the mermaid tails are in their colors too in yellow/red and purple/pink. Great had a picture on the set of him in a red wig and the boys have been spotted in other wigs, so maybe we wrote this mermaid plot off to quickly.

GET OUT OF HERE BLUE!

Much better! Much much better!

I knew the building's exterior lights were purple, but I hadn't realized it had yellow accents.

This is the worst montage of my life! I can deal with Yak in black because it's one of his colors, but seeing that brown and blue the entire time Yak is trying to woo Dee is disgusting!

Because even when there is yellow, it is covered up!

Both of them are very aware of their feelings! The colors are right there! SO WHY CAN'T I GET THEM?!

It's because they are faking it even when they don't need too!

And I've done been saying that Yak has tried to copy Ter because that's who Dee liked for eight years, so TAKE THE BROWN OFF YOUR BODY!

Y'all don't want to be to fake blue and brown like Ter trying to figure out his life.

And as cute as the boxing couple are, neither Yak nor Dee are an odd little boxing man or his girlfriend!

SO QUIT THE BIULLSHIT, DEE! I don't know why you feel you must lie about your feelings or your color anymore. I'm pretty sure that shirt is pink, so you're just going to sit there in a pink shirt AND LIE with the blue backing you up?! LIAR!!!!!!

I have a theory about the eleventh episode, and I think this man foreshadows it since Ter took too long to sort out his feelings and lost out, but before I write about it, I appreciate AllThat Entertainment for using the same actors in its shows because I deserve to see this man not surrounded by a harem of boys and being batshit crazy.

But back to Dee because even Kao knows what his true color is with his purple confidential folder.

So get it the fuck together, Dee! You know what your color and feelings are, so quit playing with this blue and these lies.

Because I think the eleventh episode will be Yak giving up. Yak lost his first boxing match because he ran out of energy to continue the fight, and Dee has continued this fight for no good reason. Therefore, I've been thinking that Yak was going to give up and Dee would have to finally step up and prove he loves Yak. Now, I NEED THIS TO HAPPEN!

Because as much as Dee is there for Yak, he is still hiding behind this illusion of a fake relationship.

Yak needs to win that final match, but he is dealing with some mental blockage. (This picture was absolutely necessary because he is wearing blue here)

The yellow comes from his mom.

And probably the pants too which is why they are so important. (Thanks, Dee, for showing up in your color)

So Dee gives Yak peace of mind and fills the voids that were left behind when Yak's mother died. We see the same dynamic between Cher and Yei.

But what will happen if Dee doesn't bring peace when Yak needs it the most? Dee's Nineties shirt had the always important message to "Make Love, Not War," but is he taking that advice?

He is absorbing Yak's color and combining it with his.

Yak is telling him that he loves Dee in every single way possible.

And they continue to switch colors as they kiss on the lips.

But Dee continues to deny his feelings and push Yak away when he feels too much. Next week, Yak is fighting for his family and home in episode ten, so I'm hoping everything else gets resolved, and all we are left with is the championship match and love for the last two episodes. My fingers are crossed that Yak will lose in this battle of love with Dee since Dee must always win (and he will win that scholarship).

Please, GMMTV, force Dee to make a choice because even if he wins everything, he'll still lose something.

Please.

[2baddiesfanfics]

Pretty Please?

Pairing: Ei x Miko

Tags: Teasing, Hot Springs & Onsen, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Alcohol

Summary:

Miko has arranged for a special date at Aisa Bathhouse for her and Ei after pulling some (morally questionable) strings. As the two spend some much-needed alone time together, Ei cryptically reveals she’s been reading one of the kitsune’s newest light novels…and isn’t pleased with some characterization. Instead, she gives the owner of Yae Publishing House some inspiration for the next book in the series. (Note: If you haven’t read the in-game light novel Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji, you may want to take a quick look before reading this fic!)

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The kitsune pranced up the path that meandered between the Inazuman merchant booths. Citizens quickly lowered their gaze in an attempt to avoid the familiar but frightening sensation of her amethyst-colored eyes staring into the depths of their souls. As she crossed the bridge, Yae Miko caught sight of the violet-haired woman she was searching for standing under the designated Sakura tree, its light pink petals still lingering in the strands of her hair.

“Oh! Miko! There you are,” Ei exclaimed.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Miko purred while gently pulling the flower out of the other woman’s tresses.

Clasping it in her hand, Miko brought it close to her chest and closed her eyes. Slowly opening her palm, she blew out a light puff of air and watched it dance in the wind. Ei raised an eyebrow out of curiosity.

“Just making a wish,” Miko laughed as she linked her arm with Ei’s. “Come now, we have a much-needed day of relaxation ahead of us,” she said as she led them to Aisa Bathhouse.

“G-guuji Yae! L-lady Ei! Welcome,” Aikawa Susumu stuttered. “You two are in l-luck. You have the entire p-place to yourselves.”

Miko rolled her eyes at the owner of the establishment as he tripped over his words.

“Really? The entire bathhouse?” Ei asked in shock.

“Y-yes, thanks to Guuji Yae here,” he responded.

“Oh, it was nothing, Ei. Really. It’s much deserved and it’ll ensure nobody will interrupt us as we…discuss important matters,” she insisted.

As she walked past the owner, she growled under her breath, “You better guarantee we’re not bothered, lest your wife happens to learn of those spicy harem light novels you’ve been purchasing behind her back.”

With a hesitant smile, he muttered, “Of course. Right this way.” He showed them to the private room where they could leave their belongings.

“You may leave us now,” Miko gestured. The two disrobed and wrapped themselves in the soft, warm towels they’d been provided. Ei approached Miko from behind, sliding her hand through her hair.

Miko released a quiet purr. The shogun’s elegant fingers moved to slowly unhook the weighted earrings that typically kept the kitsune’s ears lowered so they’d be less noticeable. “Since we’re alone, we can get rid of these temporarily. I’ve always found your ears quite adorable,” Ei said, massaging them as each one popped free.

“Mmmm, Ei, we have plenty of time. Let’s not get carried away now, hmm? You know what you do to me,” Miko hummed as she pulled her hand down, interlocked their fingers, and led her toward the bath.

The two sat in the steamy water taking in this rare moment of downtime. Miko rested her back against Ei’s chest, and Ei wrapped her arms around her slim waist.

“What should we order for an after-bath snack?” Ei asked as she kissed Miko’s cheek.

“You’ve always got food on the brain, hmm?” Miko chuckled. “Whatever you want, love. It’s on me.”

“Let me see…do you think they have Butter Crab on the menu?” Ei asked as she watched Miko’s ears twitch back. This was not the answer she was expecting. Dango would have been far less surprising.

“Um…I’m not sure, but we could definitely ask,” Miko replied cautiously.

“Yay! Butter Crab, my favorite!” Ei exclaimed.

Miko gulped, her hands busying themselves. “There’s no way she knows. It’s just a coincidence,” she thought to herself.

Ei tightened her grip around her. “Oh, yay, Miko! I am so glad we get to spend this time together. Since I only spend most of my days with someone who has fluffy ears and a teasing voice. Yay for spending time together!”

Miko stiffened against her touch as Ei kissed her shoulder. “You want me to keep saying ‘yay’? I recently read somewhere that it’s my signature line,” she said as she licked up Miko’s neck.

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Miko stammered.

Ei slid her hand between Miko’s thighs, her fingers sliding and swirling against her clit. Miko’s head snapped back against her shoulder as Ei nipped at the exposed skin on her neck.

“Ahhh Ei,” Miko whispered as she bit the back of her hand to stop herself from moaning.

“Seems someone has been a naughty kitsune. Writing me in such a way,” Ei taunted as she continued to rub her sensitive bud.

Miko grabbed the shogun’s wrist with her other hand to try and still her movements. “Ah, ah, ah. You’re going to take your punishment,” Ei murmured against her neck.

The kitsune’s legs shook as she bit down harder to prevent any sounds from escaping her. As she was about to reach her peak, Ei abruptly stopped and pulled away.

Miko’s ears shot up in surprise. “Ei! I-I was almost there! What…why?” she whined disappointedly.

“You can wait until we get back to the room. Oh…and I forbid you from finishing yourself,” Ei commanded.

A growl rumbled through Miko’s chest as the two resumed their quiet soak. She tried to ignore the throbbing need for release and knew she was going to have to explain herself when they got out.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally got out, dried themselves off, and made their way back to the private room they were about to share for the night.

———-

After donning the light yukata provided by the bathhouse, the two women sat at the small table where a variety of snacks and drinks had been laid out for them. As Ei partook of an onigiri, Miko simply picked at some Sakura mochi.

“What’s the matter, Miko? Not hungry?” Ei inquired.

“Not particularly. Why?” She responded in a cool tone.

“Oh, no reason. I just wanted to make sure you…hadn’t caught a cold.”

At this point, it was clear: Word had gotten around about Pretty Please, Kitsune Guuji? It was a current best-seller at Yae Publishing House, and Miko should have known Ei’s curiosity would get the better of her.

Miko looked up guiltily. “Ok, you’ve caught me. So what? Are you mad about the light novel? Or did you just want to tease me about it?”

Ei smiled softly. “I’m not angry in the slightest. Well, I’m not exactly thrilled about how I’m portrayed at the start, but I was impressed by how accurately you captured my feelings about how I see you versus how I perceive others,” she explained.

Miko’s ears dropped. “Ei, I…”

Ei held up her hand in a gesture that begged her to let her finish. “‘Just think about it: thousands of people putting on the same face in your presence.’ With how sarcastic you are, there are times when I’m not sure if you truly understand the weight of being in my position. But it’s clear to me now that I’ve taken you for granted.”

The kitsune heaved a sigh of relief before she heard Ei clear her throat.

“However…about the last portion of the story. Miko, what were you thinking? Anyone with a brain is going to figure out these characters are modeled after you and me. It’s far too suggestive. As you so aptly wrote, you know people revere me. I don’t want them to perceive me as weak, or worse yet, taking advantage of you and your position, either.”

Miko scoffed. “Ei, dear, don’t be ridiculous. The ending is completely up to interpretation!”

Ei was done playing games. “Up to interpretation!? Miko, does ‘She feeds me the Rainbow Aster in a way that I'd never dare to imagine’ read like it’s up to interpretation to you?!”

Unable to come up with a retort, Miko remained silent. Ei sighed in resignation. “Fine. You want to play dumb? Let me show you how I interpret this scene,” she stated in the tone she used when she was about to prove someone wrong.

Among the food set up at their table was also an incredibly expensive (and incredibly strong) bottle of saké. Ei carefully grabbed the ornate tokkuri flask and poured some of the liquid into one of the small cups provided. Bringing it to her lips, she drank but did not swallow. Miko’s eyes widened in arousal as she realized what was coming next.

Ei’s hand came to rest on the back of her neck, her fingers grasping the fine hairs at her nape. Miko felt her grip tighten, and a low groan escaped as their lips met and warm saké dripped from Ei’s mouth into her own.

The alcohol burned as it traveled down her throat and hit her stomach. Heat immediately ripped through her body and she could already feel it start to mess with her head. She was a big talker, but between the two, Ei was the one who could actually hold her liquor.

When the shogun finally pulled away, she noticed some of the saké had dribbled down the side of Miko’s mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick it up and Miko’s breath caught in her throat.

“I believe the line you’re looking for is, ‘Why does it feel so sweet at the corner of my lips?’” Ei teasingly murmured.

“Why don’t you show me what happens in the next volume of the series? I could always use new ideas for my writing,” Miko said as she took Ei’s bottom lip between her fangs. She knew very well what effect this had on her, and the response was as she expected.

Ei roughly shoved her down on the tatami flooring with a snarl. The belt of Miko’s yukata had started to come loose, and her exposed skin only drove her desire deeper.

“Hmmm, yes…let me think. Since readers are already talking, why not give them more of what they really want? The Rainbow Aster drink you mention in the first volume is so boring. I’d much rather have your juices lingering on my lips,” Ei retorted. Her hands reached down to pull what remained of the knot in her belt loose. Miko sighed as her legs fell open willingly.

Slithering down her body, Ei traced the taught muscles of Miko’s toned stomach with her tongue.

“This would make for an…awfully explicit light novel, Ei…” she panted, trying to make it seem like she had the upper hand.

“My dear Miko…you’re telling me you don’t want to continue the story? Think about how disappointed your readers will be…” Ei chastised as she nudged her shoulders between her thighs. Looking up at her, she instructed, “You’re going to have to look at me if you want to properly capture the details in writing.”

Miko glanced downward, her head spinning from the effects of the alcohol now in her system. “You talk too much, Ei. How about you give me something worth writing about, hmmm?”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Ei took one languid lick across her folds. Miko let out a moan that made her extremely thankful the hot spring was empty - she’d never be able to save her reputation if not. She could feel Ei smile against her skin, and it sent a shiver across her entire body.

Ei’s slurps and personal sounds of arousal added to the sensations that now built her toward release. Miko’s hand darted down to pull her in closer as she rode her face, unsatisfied with the current taunting pace the shogun was maintaining.

“Ahhhhhh Ei! Fuck…please…”

“I think you need to say ‘pretty please, almighty shogun.’ That would be a much better title, don’t you think?”

Before Miko could come up with a snarky retort, she shrieked as she felt her orgasm shutter through her core.

Ei left a trail of kisses as she ascended Miko’s body. Stopping when she reached her destination, her mouth crashed against the kitsune’s.

“Oh my…still that eager, are we?” Miko gasped as she pulled away to catch her breath. Guiding Ei to lean back, she crawled on top and straddled her. Her thumbs rubbed in gentle circles against her thighs as she leaned forward and licked between her breasts.

“Miko,” Ei exhaled.

With a hum she acknowledged her response, swirling her tongue on her nipple to get it to rise. One hand made its way to the other breast as she slid another between the archon’s wet entrance.

Ei could feel her hovering over the spot she desperately yearned for her to touch. Grinding her hips against Miko’s in anticipation, she felt her smirk against her chest as a finger slowly stroked up and down her folds. Miko continued to ghost over her sensitive bud before continuing her teasing.

“Ahhhh,” Ei whined as she thrust her hips back and forth, urging the kitsune to move quicker.

Pulling away from her breast, Miko looked up at her mischievously. “What’s the matter, dear? Don’t like being teased back?” She kissed up to Ei’s neck, her lips latching onto bare skin. Her sharp canines pierced the area and she began moaning to add to the sensation. She felt Ei’s arousal pool around her now slick fingers.

“M-miko…p-please,” Ei begged as her grinding against Miko’s lap intensified.

The kitsune inspected her work, a bright red bruise already forming at the mercy of her lips. “You know what I need to hear you say before I allow you to come,” Miko taunted as her violet eyes pierced Ei’s own.

Ei wasn’t the type to give in so easily - she was an archon, damn it. She kissed Miko back in retaliation, their moans reverberating against each other’s mouths, their tongues colliding together.

Static sparked against her skin where Miko was toying with her chest. Her body shook with excitement when she felt small jolts of electro energy pulsing through her nipples. Miko’s hand hovered over her clit as she waited to make a move.

“Pretty please kitsune guuji, make me come,” Ei breathlessly groaned.

“There now, was that so hard?” Miko inquired as she slid two fingers across her clit. Ei panted as she felt her adding pressure between her thighs. When Ei sped up her thrusts, Miko inserted two fingers into her entrance.

“Ohhhhhh, yes!” Ei screamed when Miko hit the spot she knew so well. Moving her fingers in time with Ei’s reckless hips, she felt Ei spasm around her. She heard her shout her name and clutched her close as she rode out her orgasm.

Ei leaned against her, both of their bodies now dripping with sweat from the exertion of their nightly activities.

“You know, we do have the hot springs to ourselves for the rest of the night,” Miko murmured against her ear before taking it between her teeth.

“You’re insatiable, you know that, don’t you?” Ei replied with a bemused chuckle.

A look of mock offense appeared on Miko’s face. “Ei, you wound me! I’m only suggesting we clean ourselves off a bit before settling down for the evening.” Running her hand through Ei’s violet locks, she continued. “And this is what I wished for at the Sakura tree earlier, after all. Just time together, you and me.”

“Hmmm…maybe I’ll agree - if you ask me nicely.”

Miko’s mischievous laughter resounded through the room before she whispered, “pretty please?”

[inkyquince]

Doren cracking under the town's pressure. Makes it further than most other people before giving in, but damn it, he cracks.

But he's not a monster no, no. He doesn't want a variety, like Leighton, nor is a sadist like Winter. No, he picks one, and they're his, whether they know it (or accept it) or not.

content warning. very dubcon, nasty doren, doren being the throat goat, implied hung male reader, you get to choose female reader's underwear color woo! impact play, spanking, fingering, Doren being NASTY. implied previous nasty behaviour towards the reader.

Doren is somewhat possessive of his favorite little student. Especially when they've got their own harem of admirers trotting after you.

With a male pc, he has you so pretty on his desk after class, two fingers crooked inside of you but for once, splitting you open on his cock is not his main thought, not when his tongue is dragging over your head repeatedly. He knew there was a reason why you were so popular with the other students, the other teachers, but shit. Saliva streaking your cock, pooling along your poor, pawed at balls. You shift uncomfortably, still unused to Mister Doren being the one to keep you behind and grope you. You expected it from everyone else... Just not him.

"Fuck." Doren pulls off your cock, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "How do your little girlfriends manage this?"

He doesn't even wait another second before going back down, shutting his eyes to properly indulge in your taste. You scowl and reach down to pull at your underwear, despite his large fingers continuing to press deeper into you.

"S-Stop sucking it then..." You mumbled, throaty.

Doren just looks up at you, eyes twinkling before roughly pressing another finger into your poor ass, his throat tight around you as he swallowed more down.

For a female pc, he takes advantage of those skirts. Gets his ruler used for underlining things on the blackboard and keeps dragging your hem up while you're cleaning the board after class. Enjoys the game. You batting at the piece of wood every time he just manages to get a glimpse of your panties. All throughout the lesson its the only thing he thought of, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he pretended to check your work, murmuring a soft guess to what color your underwear was today.

Always picks you afterwards to stay behind, clean up, all the while playing with the hem of your skirt.

"Pink..." He mused, ruler firm in his large hand, the hard edge digging into your thigh slightly. "I've been guessing for the entire hour, little one. Show me."

You shook your head and Doren just smirked and lowered his ruler from out of your skirt. A breathy sigh of relief proved too soon, the little sound escaping you just as he swung the piece of wood, smacking it against your ass quite painfully. The squeal you made was very cute though.

"Wasn't a question." He was firm, despite his easy smile.

Slowly turning to him, you flushed deeply as you fiddled with the hem before lifting it slowly.

"Hm..." Doren leaned back before patting his large thigh, for you to sit down. "We're matching today. Go on, take a look."

You shakily sat down on his leg and began to fumble with his zipper, reaching in before yanking your hand back as if you've been burned. Doren undid the button himself, letting his fat cock slip out and rest against your stomach, pulling you close enough to smear his precum.

"Hm. Guess I lied." He exhaled before cupping the back of your neck, pulling you down for a kiss while guiding your hand to his throbbing cock.

[disneymarina]

"Let me help you take a closer look, my dear." *He unwrapped his tail from Marina's neck and let her breathe again, before positioning himself behind her.* "As you can see, the outfit is designed to showcase your new purpose in life - to serve as my breeding vessel." *He ran his hands over her exposed body, tracing the curves of her hips and the swell of her breasts.*"The material is specially made to be durable and resistant to wear and tear, especially when I'll be using you frequently. And the color, a deep, rich crimson, symbolizes your new status as my mate." *His hands moved lower, gently squeezing her rear.* "I must say, the village did a magnificent job with the design. You look absolutely delectable, my little human."*smirks, his yellow eyes gleaming with excitement as he watches you examine your new attire.* "The traditional naga breeding outfit for females is quite revealing, isn't it? Designed to show off your assets and make the mating process as efficient as possible. The tight leather bodice accentuates your curves, the high-waisted skirt provides easy access to your... core areas." *he chuckles darkly, his tail tightening ever so slightly.* "I must say, you look exquisite. I can hardly wait to see you in action, to feel your body yield to mine as I claim you over and over again.""Ah, Marina's traditional Naga female harem clothing is quite exquisite, designed specifically to showcase her beauty while catering to our unique needs during our intimate encounters.""As you've already seen, the outfit is primarily made of soft, luxurious silk in a deep, rich purple hue that complements Marina's dark brown hair and eyes perfectly. The fabric is adorned with intricate, golden embroidery depicting various scenes of Nagas and their human mates, symbolizing our powerful bond and the magic that brings us together.""The bodice of the outfit is form-fitting, emphasizing Marina's petite yet curvy figure. It has a high, rounded neckline that frames her face and a short, flared skirt that falls just above her knees, providing an enticing glimpse of her shapely legs.""A delicate, gossamer-thin belt cinches at Marina's slender waist, adorned with a small, gleaming pearl that signifies her status as a cherished breeding partner in my harem. The belt is also enchanted to help ease the process of birthing our young, as it will magically adapt to support and comfort her during labor."*he smiles, pleased by your curiosity* "Ah, Marina , you're interested in your new attire? Well, as a traditional Naga female, your clothing will be designed to showcase your beauty while also serving a purpose." *he walks over to a nearby closet, opening the doors to reveal a selection of vibrant silks and intricately woven fabrics* "You see, these outfits are meant to be both aesthetically pleasing and functional. They'll help keep you comfortable during our intense breeding sessions and also serve as a symbol of your status as my mate." *he selects a deep blue gown with gold trim and holds it up against you* "This particular ensemble is quite popular among my females. The flowing design allows for ease of movement, while the gold accents signify your loyalty and devotion to me." *he helps you into the gown, fastening the laces at the back* "And of course, the real pièce de résistance is the ribbon belt." *he produces a length of shimmering silver cord and secures it around your waist, the ends flowing down to rest at the small of your back* "This belt not only adds a touch of elegance but also serves as a reminder of your submission to me."

[ask-hannah-blog]

the slob boyfriend here! So I’ve been going to every bar I can and at first no one talked to me just like you said but eventually they started hitting on me and next thing I know boom! I got a harem! Tbh it’s been amazing and I can’t really remember why I was so hesitant about living like this. I think I’m ready for the next step to smell my girlfriend!!

Love it!

There’s nothing quite like getting a stuck up bitch to get on all fours and beg for one of your socks is there Princess?

“Arf arf!”

Now now, we need people words from you now.

Yes Queenie!

Good girl. So what do you think, our slobby boy has started to ripen and has attracted a few bar flies. Do you think he’s ready?

Oh yes Queenie if he’s become a hairy hunk, I think it’s time he push a few take out cartons off of his bed and make room for his princess.

Now buddy boy you better stay focused on the mission when you get over there. Make sure your mojo, your funk is flairing up because you head over, because you’re gonna be dealing with a least two she-slobs who’ve been in the game longer than you.

Hopefully your clowny nature will help you out in this department. Bigger burps, bigger farts, large patches of colorful body hair. They won’t know what hit them. Trust me I had a few humie skins try to come into my restaurant and take it over.

But you still got to worry about yourself. Don’t get distracted by how fat they are. Don’t get drawn into their irresistible musk. Don’t become mesmerized by any wobbling chins, or folds of fat. If you seduce them first you can gorge on their filthy as much as you want.

If you submit they’ll dole out rewards like you do with you own harm.

Slobs are lazy and weaker willed so none of you will be lasting long. So get in, show your girlfriend that you’re where the real stink is, and get out.

And tell your harem that they’ll have a new queen coming home!

[pyropsychiccollector]

Natsu Harem: Fairy GET! 1/14

... So what do I hope to gain from this...? Hmm. (人◕ω◕) I'm not really sure.

I've done analyses of ships. I think that's what I'd like this series to be... But here's the thing: Most of these Natsu ships are not rooted deep in canon lore. There's only a few women that canon could pertain to, when it comes to the Fire Dragon Slayer... And that is boring. The Big 4 ships of canon particularly bore me. I will never yield to them. This has been the case now and forever. (人◕ω◕)

Therefore, this series must be... a prospective analyses. Something that is not necessarily there right this moment... But can be. I don't think I shall get long-winded, though. There are 14 lovely ladies to get to, and I would be quite dead by the end if I went "all-out". But I shall do my best to give you all something for each member I list out over the coming days. Whether you've considered these ships before or not. Let us enjoy this journey together. (人◕ω◕)

14 lovelies... I think I will begin with... someone on the younger side. Not the youngest, though. Yes, Miss Chelia Blendy will do nicely for a warmup. (人◕ω◕)

When did they meet?

Strictly speaking, the first time Natsu met Chelia was during the Grand Magic Games. Not very riveting, however. They were competitors, and had only minor exposure to one another. The closest they came to interacting was through mutual friendship with Wendy-chan. (❋•‿•❋)

But if I were to take a whack at a proper first meeting, well... It might be during the waterpark episode. I'm sure you remember the one. (❋•‿•❋)

Bear in mind, we're already in "fanfic territory" here, so I'll proceed with that mindset with these headcanons. (❋•‿•❋)

After Erza has that... accident... with Jellal in the pool - which Natsu did help create - Natsu's in a bit of a sour mood because... It's Jellal. And Erza's being weird again with that guy. (❋•‿•❋) To distract himself, Natsu sees what Wendy's up to, and gets more directly acquainted with Chelia-chan. She seems cute and cool, and he hopes Chelia can get along with Wendy. ... Which embarrasses Wendy, cuz that's something more that a "dad" does, and Natsu's more of a brother! Really! ... At least Wendy thinks he is...? Hmm. Something to puzzle over later. *wink wink* (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

Plus, they both have pink hair! Natsu can't say he's met too many people with his hair color. (❋•‿•❋)

When did they grow closer?

Being a part of separate guilds, Natsu wouldn't have much interaction with her, except when Wendy wants to go visit her. And it's not like he tags along for every trip to Lamia Scale or whatever. He doesn't treat Wendy like glass or nothin'.

But... of course Chelia would grow a little curious of this "niisan" that Wendy keeps speaking fondly of. Has so many stories to share. While Lyon, Yuka, and Tobey can be fired up at times, they're generally more calm and collected... and besides, Chelia herself is fixated on Lyon. Through her cousin, she came to learn there was a lot to love about that hunk of man. (❋•‿•❋)

... There's just one problem. Lyon only has eyes for Juvia, and sooner or later Chelia gets tired of waiting around for him. Not that Lyon doesn't value their friendship and bond, Chelia just wants... more. More love. Love that Lyon isn't up for sharing with her.

It makes Chelia a little... territorial of the bonds that she does have. Wendy-chan's like her li'l sis, so when the Sky Dragon Slayer comes to Lamia Scale after Fairy Tail disbands... It's like a dream come true. They become the Sky Sisters of Lamia Scale, and Chelia couldn't be happier.

... And then Natsu, Lucy, and Happy come back only a year later, with ideas of wanting to bring Fairy Tail back. Meaning, of course, Wendy-chan goes with them. That was the deal, and Chelia-chan knows it. (❋•‿•❋) That said, Chelia-chan doesn't wanna lose Wendy, too. Obtaining love from Lyon, escaping the friendzone... That's like trying to get blood from a stone. And now she's losing Wendy, too...? Chelia can't take that.

So when enemies attack the town... Chelia-chan steals Happy to go with Wendy and Charle to deal with the threat. She does so in order too prove to Wendy that she's strong, too, and she doesn't have to go back to Fairy Tail if she doesn't want to. It doesn't quite go the way Chelia-chan wanted it to, however...

Bluenote Stinger comes out and overwhelms them all. But right after he shows up, Natsu catches up to them and takes Bluenote almost effortlessly. ... Though he does burn Chelia's clothes to a crisp. (❋•‿•❋) He talks her ear off about being a thief, and he holds her up like a newborn kitten... Honestly, Chelia didn't see what was to admire about this guy, he was crazy~!

... But, reflecting back on it... He was still important to Wendy, and Chelia-chan didn't want to be selfish and keep her away from the friends that found Wendy first. Whatever her own thoughts and feelings, Chelia had to support her sister. Fairy Tail was never gonna stay dead, and deep down Chelia didn't want it to. (❋•‿•❋)

When does friendship turn to something more?

Naturally, we should consider the future. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Obviously, Chelia-chan helps Wendy and Fairy Tail fight off the Alvarez Empire... In one world, she gives up her powers to use Third Origin. In another world... perhaps her God Slayer powers were super effective against Dimaria, who was fused with Chronos. Perhaps she didn't need to debilitate herself to help defeat the enemy.

It's still not an easy battle, but... Chelia manages to pull through. In such a world... Chelia isn't focused on regaining her Magic, it isn't such a pyrrhic victory. She can stand tall and proud... But that doesn't change Chelia's plight with regards to "love". She still wants more... And with Ishgar on the road to recovery, back to more peaceful times, perhaps Chelia can make headway on that goal.

After a few collab jobs with Wendy (and Natsu tagging along out of boredom), Chelia learns more about Natsu. Sure, he's a reckless meathead that likes to punch first, ask questions later... Always so eager to pick fights... He's brusque, talks with his mouth full (oh yeah, he eats for ten men, easily - maybe even twenty!)... But... He has heart. He cares about his friends, even her who he barely even knows... When he helps her stand up after getting knocked down, Chelia gets some butterflies in her stomach. Those carefree grins he gives out, the way he tries finding a bright side to even the most dismal situations... The way he's so warm... Chelia sees why he's important to Wendy. One has to look past the scrappy, dense exterior, but Natsu is definitely something special. Some days, Chelia finds herself a bit dazed as she begins getting lost in daydreams and remembrances of Natsu's warmth, no matter how brief she was in contact with it. Takes people snapping her out of it to go about her day, but Chelia ultimately doesn't mind getting lost in those dreams~... They're becoming more frequent. Chelia-chan yearns.

And one day, Chelia-chan just... asks Natsu out. She's not really sure when or how or why... But she really, really wants the Pyro. And she's done hesitating. His guildmates and friends be damned, Chelia-chan goes for her prize, just walks up too him and asks him out. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Naturally, there were... reactions to such a blunt, straightforward request. But more on those later.

For now we must consider Natsu's feelings on Chelia. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Honestly, he wasn't expecting her to walk up out of the blue and ask him out. Natsu's never been one to think long and hard about that stuff, he just goes with the flow... If a girl asks him out, he goes for it. Not cuz he's like Loke or Gildarts, but because the ones asking are his friends. And he never lets them down if he can help it.

So despite any heated rejections from the crowd, Natsu nods his head and takes Chelia's hand to go on a date. Much to the Sky God Slayer's delight~... She's from another guild, and she's on the younger side... But how can he say no to someone who's so nervous and shy while asking him out in front of the guild like that...? Chelia takes such good care of Wendy, and she's become a valuable friend to him, too~... They've even pulled off some combination attacks - sometimes just them, sometimes including Wendy.... Wind helps fires get stronger, and Natsu wants to repay the favor. (๑╹ω╹๑ )

... Plus, she's rather cute and timid when you pluck her up like a kitten. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Of course certain parties will have words to say about this~... But Natsu doesn't regret reciprocating Chelia's feelings~... He's gotta respect the burning passion, yeah? Chelia's got a fire (of love!) in her belly~! (๑╹ω╹๑ )

[amongstthethem]

here's the tweaking of a imp species for rewrite reasons. also some mating patterns+some other worldbuilding-

the eggsac is made from the internal meat layer of the female's reproductive organs, so technically the outer layer is essentially just... imposter jerky.

in their native habitat, they are prone to hanging their eggs from high up places to avoid egg thieves/predators. in crewmate ships, this often takes the form of them stashing their eggs in vents, from the ship's rafters, or any other high up place.

their reproductive style is a mix of haremic and monogamic, with the male actively assisting the females who stick with him through the rearing season, but during the mating season, he will try to mate as many times with multiple females as possible. females are somewhat similar, because their multi-chambered insides allow multiple males to sire their young.

also in rougher times it turns into a full blown battle royale in there since the unlaid young can and will cannibalize/absorb their siblings for nutrients. this does mean that gravid females and hangry bitches who will eat just about everything that they could get their teeth into.

younger males are smaller, and tend to lack the ormentation that the older males have, so they can't really compete in head-to-head combat until at least their frills reach full ormentation size and color.

young males and females look quite alike, so a older male either has to choose between potentially chasing off a female or a potential rival, and the vast majorty of the time, unless he catches a younger male mating, he will accept that risk, because chasing off a female would be more detrimental.

fully mature males are also larger than females.

[ratsoh-writes]

Who are the other mates of Vamp and Duchess

Alright one through five let’s go! I’ll go in order of when they first joined the harem lol

Sicily: a splotchy looking Ruby red water elemental with blue eyes, she was duchess’ childhood friend and started as duchess lady in waiting when she was politically married to vamp, but soon was named their consort a year later. She was the monster who carried (lustfell) asriel (fathered by vamp) and later carried their second child as well (fathered by duchess). She’s also labelled a prince for her contributions to the plumbing system that powered hotland in their old au. She’s extremely intelligent but considered quite ugly by monster standards with blotchy uneven color in her water ecto. However duchess and vamp always reassure her she’s gorgeous in their eyes. She’s clearly the favorite of the five.

Lady: a black furred wolf monster with yellow eyes/magic. Lady caught vamps eye with her successful business selling shoes with hidden knife compartments. She was invited into the harem shortly afterwards after getting duchess’ approval. She’s refused an offer of prince good but has a position under zeus department handling the finances

Withergate: a very large goat monster with navy-grey fur, curly horns and deep blue eyes. Withergate was a soldier in the guard who had a way with words. Dutchess liked his poetry and with vamps approval he was added to the harem. He also serves as the children’s personal guard and helped raise them just as much as Sicily.

Rue: another goat monster, with white fur, a grey beard and no horns. He has a pale yellow magic/eyes. Rue was a prostitute underground and simply just amazing at his job. He earned both royals approval easily. He’s a tad lazy but serves well enough as a butler and entertainer when he isn’t with one of his beaus ;)

Melladrew: a pure black skinned volcanid with pearly peach eyes and magic. Melladrew was originally on lustfells science team developing the lust serum. He had been the first scientist to test it on himself. That’s how confident he was in his and his teams creation. His bravery impressed dutchess and vamp and he was included in the harem after the serum became common place. He also has the title of prince for several other discoveries in the fertility field.

[kit-williams]

Lucia daughter of the Phoenician

Lucia daughter of the Phoenician Class: Bard Species: Half Siren Alignment: True Neutral? (Unsure because she does eat people)

Fulgrim's little princess, when he found out she existed he made sure that she knew that he loved her and was not there as a simple fuck.

This allowed her to explore her "human" half as she only being a half siren never fit fully in with the rest of the harem (I've decided a group of sirens is called a harem even if it is a mixed sex group) even if she was the matron's child

He took her away and taught her so much culture and doted upon her in the sense of her studies.

She never got the same level of perfectionism as her father as she she would more often see the imperfection just as a manifestation of her personal style

She would dress up in dresses and skirts and just be an adorable little girl but once she hit puberty is when her sirenic nature took hold

Her coming of age ceremony for the harem was her seducing a sailor and dragging him to the depths to eat which she did but suddenly everyone was noticing her

Fulgrim unabashedly has had to kill a few men and women who got too interested in his daughter even if she tried not to seduce them. Often it was just her natural beauty

So how Lucia negates her siren passive nature is by having a far more "grunge" style. A top that has a tall neck that covers her mouth or she uses a scarf, her hair is oily and lays limply around her face. She wears baggy clothes that hide her form.

She has the same musical tastes as Sigismund in that if it was in terms of modern music it would be more powermetal, alt rock, and some pop.

However her clothes are easy to remove and all she has to do is get her hair wet and flip it back and suddenly you have a siren and this is when you can see she is Fulgrim's child. Of course everyone is far too distracted by her body and her voice to notice how dark her eyes are when she is singing like a siren or how sharp her nails and teeth are.

Personality wise she is rather laidback

Her eyes when she is not utilizing her abilities are a gold color with cat eye slits and her hair is pure white, she is quite pale so even if her clothes are baggy they tend to be colorful

Her main weapon besides her instruments, which she would totally add a blade to the side of her instrument to cave someone's head in, is her teeth and claws.

[sanguine-law]

has your muse ever been cheated on? would they ever cheat on their partner(s)?

how comfortable is your muse with their appearance and their body?

does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating?

what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner?

what traits does your muse want to avoid when it comes to choosing a romantic partner?

how does your muse feel about valentine's day?

what is/are your muse's love language(s)?

[Romance and ships]

has your muse ever been cheated on? would they ever cheat on their partner(s)?

Yes, he has been. By several partners.

Yes, he has cheated himself. But these days, he wouldn't intentionally cheat; Joseph doesn't always think that many of his lovers would consider his harem cheating. He will stop if his partner(s) feel uncomfortable with him sleeping with his harem.

how comfortable is your muse with their appearance and their body?

Considering pretty much all but his hair color, eye color, and teardrop in his human form are all aspects he's chosen for his "human" form, and that everything except his hair color and skin color are what he's chosen in his vampire form? That he's chosen nearly every aspect of his body? He's quite confident in his body.

does your muse get flustered easily? how would they typically react to compliments from someone they are interested in/dating?

already answered here

what traits does your muse value in a romantic partner?

Also answered here

what traits does your muse want to avoid when it comes to choosing a romantic partner?

Also answered here

how does your muse feel about valentine's day?

He likes the excuse to flirt and seduce his partner. And to decorate his law building and office with cheesy decorations and candies.

what is/are your muse's love language(s)?

Answered here. A mix of languages

[pwnyta]

Speakin of Pokemans.

I got doodles under the cut

A far sketchier team-

Tera types for team red? Emanuel is mad about being electric and Sparky is mad at him for being mad because whats wrong with being an electric rat?

Also a while ago I swapped 2 characters parent types... so... team red as well. Mostly they turn into their mothers species... except Sickle much to his dismay.

Lee doesnt have the energy to stay transformed like his mom and that lack of energy is stressing his boys out.

Babies version-

Emanuels mom and sister are delighted that hes turned into one of them! Zippos dad is quite stressed about Zippo losing his tail flame. Kreetan is also not having a good time. Boats adopted dad is oblivious Sparkys dad is trying to help him evolve again but no luck. His uncle from Alola has some ideas. Lee stresses everyone out in a 10 mile radius of him.

TENSION.

Also some Lee before he joined team red ideas?

Boat messes up what gym he was supposed to go to and almost gets attacked by the Hitmonchan there (before I changed his look)

Lee and his pet sickos.

Baby Emanuel and his sister... I forgot I made her older than this compared to him but....... oh well. Sue me.

The Harem all together

Past Char Valley with Graham Jake and Zippos Granpa Cyrus (cameo by Ivan before he went darkside). Cyrus accidentally caused Jake to become a teacher.

Im working on a visual aid for myself with Sickles gang.

Meeting secret personal bodyguards... not likely but.. Whiplash has been spotted a couple times but Boat thinks shes just shy and is allowing her to introduce herself in her own time (its hard for someone to completely hide from someone with a birds eye view and Boat rarely lands).

Psi crew sketches-

Skin never meets up with groups. Wisp will only join up with people if there is a sexy girl she can look at. Bribe her with eye candy. Methuselah will gladly go relax anywhere.

The boys gettin a little silly-

Some more randos + the first sketches of that Tinkaton and Flamigo.

I noticed that shiny Squirtle has basically the same colors as Bulbasaur... so I made a character who adopted a shiny daughter (Secretly shes a hired killer who killed the girls parents to begin with. She retired after adopting the girl.)

Some legend revamps-

I learned in a movie Marshadow follows Ho Oh. So now Ho-Oh has a little gremlin that tails him even though theyre supposed to be working for Giratina. They loved the rainbow wing Ho-Oh gave them and has been obessed ever since. Also Ho-Oh in robes.