#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.

[untoldstar]

yandere! emperor x fem concubine! reader x fem yandere! concubine

You’ve been chosen to be one of the emperors concubines. You still have no idea why on earth they would choose you. Apparently the emperor has taken notice of you and demanded to have you added to his harem of concubines. With the emperor himself insisting on it being you, you had little room for refusal.

And that’s how you found yourself here, being escorted into a large lounge like room, the floors covered in silk throws and pillows with women sprawled on top. Some naked, some half dressed, and others covered in silk robes. They eyed you as you walk in their gazes half filled with curiosity and half filled with disdain.

In the back you see a woman lounging with pillows all around her arranged in a way where she’s propped up comfortably, her slender pale body covered in flawless flowing red silk. Her gaze meets yours and and her lips stretch into an almost feline-like smile. She ushers you closer and you comply. Forcing your legs to keep going when they stiffen under everyone’s stare, their eyes following your across the room as if they’re the lions and you just walked into their den.

“You’re the girl the emperor requested.” you dumbly nodded not opting to say anything yet. Her eyes scan you, amusement and curiosity spreading through her face “How interesting..” She mutters before patting the space beside her. You think that gesture must have meant something significant because just at that moment the intensity in the room melts away and you feel all the watchful gazes that were trained on your back drift away making your shoulders visibly relax.

You sit beside her, your body much more stiff and closed in on itself in comparison to her leisurely sprawled body that reminds you of a lazy cat “He caused quite a fuss to have you here, which means you are important. So, I will be the one to teach you.” Your brows pinch and you start fidgeting with your finger “Teach..me?” She raises a brow “Yes, teach you. I’m in his favor. And since it seems you have certain significance to him you will be taught under the very best.” A smug smile pulls at her lips and it only adds to the uneasiness in your chest “And you’ll be teaching me..what exactly?” A small frown creases between her brows at your words. She leans closer lowering her voice, her flowery perfume enveloping you “You are aware of what it is to be a concubine, yes? Of what you must do?” A deep blush creeps up your face much to her amusement and you hesitantly nod “Yes! yes I..I’m aware of what I must do.” She nods curtly “That is what i’ll be teaching you. Along with other things so you can satisfy him. I cannot send you to his chamber as the stuttering red faced mess you are right now. No- I shall transform you.” Mischief glints in her eyes and you worry over what will become of you the longer you stay her. She suddenly stands up, her shoulders square with conviction “No better time to start than the present.” She nods her head at you and turns around, the silk flowing around her and causing that flowery perfume to waft over to you once again.

Still a little dazed and weary you get up and follow her into your new life.

“This is my sleeping chamber.” She pushes the double doors open gesturing around her to the wide tidy space. Your eyes scan the room in awe. The bed covered in heavy soft sheets. Thick expensive rugs under your feet. All the fabrics painted in beautiful pink and lavenders colors with golden threads intertwined creating beautiful designs. Your eyes land on the wooden vanity covered with expensive looking perfumes, jewelry and different containers felt with powders. She gestures towards the soft cushioned chair in front of it “Take a seat so we can begin our work. He’ll want to see you today.” You jerk “Today?! Isn’t it soon..Shouldn’t I be more prepared?” She doesn’t look the least bit concerned or amused instead she gestures towards the chair again and you comply “He can be a bit impatient at times” A small smiles pulls at the corner of her lips. She pulls a small glass box and a brush without even looking, seemingly have done this a dozen times before. She gets to work on your face and the both of you fall into silence the only sounds are those of different brushes gliding across your face. As she focuses on her work you can’t help but admire her appearance. Soft fair skin, red as blood lips, long black silky hair. Her beauty reminded you that of a siren. Glorious but deadly. You are brought out of your daze when she tips your chin up with two slender fingers smiling proudly at her work “He’s always had an eye for beautiful things..” Your cheeks heat up and you feel the urge to return the compliment because she’s enough proof of her words but you think she already knows that “Now. How about we get you some different clothes hm?”

After you were given silk robes similar to the ones the other women you saw earlier wore she lead you back into the same room “Now you can rest here and do what you like until he calls for you. The girls spend most of their time here.” You nod and from your peripherals you see a girl make here way to you both, her gaze fixed on you in interest “My my~ You did well Ruby. I hardly recognized her.” She says in a sultry feminine voice and reaches a hand to tip your chin up when Ruby swats it away “Of course. That shouldn’t be surprising not the least bit to you.” You catch a hint of annoyance in her voice and the other girl doesn’t seem fazed instead she smiles at Ruby as though the both shared a secret before turning to you again, stepping closer, far too close for your own comfort “Why don’t you come sit with me? I’ll introduce you to the other girls and we can have some tea to calm your nerves.” Ruby lifts a hand and grips your shoulder a little too tight and the girls gaze slides to your shoulder “She’s quite fine with me.” She must have seen something in Ruby that made her relent. Simply crossing her arms and stepping back with a sly smile on her face “Fine. Maybe we’ll have our fun later~” She purrs and side steps both of you making Ruby scoff.

Ruby’s grip on you hadn’t loosened after that until you were sitting snug right beside her. Where she could keep an eye on you and make sure no one else was preying on you.

You felt odd between them. Unfamiliar. They looked like strange creatures to you. Would you truly become the same one day? You couldn’t even imagine having the same confident and seductive energy they do. You wonder if they were like you when they were first brought here.

And the expensive silk on your skin feels foreign. Soft and cool against you. It felt quite nice. Now that was something you could definitely get used to.

You tried to relax and calm your nerves. Sitting more comfortably, enjoying tea and pawing at the different selections of fruits. Ruby didn’t talk to you much so you mostly observed how she interacted with the other girls. They truly liked her. Swarming her, throwing compliments at her left and right, gushing over her beauty. Although she was sitting on the same cushioned floors they were you could almost see her sitting on a high throne instead with the way she was revered. The emperor must really favor her “You have a terrible habit of staring don’t you?” You jerk “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ She swats a hand in disinterest “I don’t care for apologies.” Your jaw snaps with an audible click and Ruby shift so she’s facing you “I take it you’re more comfortable now yes?” You nod and give her a small smile “Yes much more. I’ll admit I felt like I was going to faint from the nerves when I first stepped a foot in here. I’m sure everyone could see it on my face.” You huff a laugh and look down at the cup of tea between your palms in embarrassment “That’s not enough.” You lift your head up and are met with a hard stare “..What is?” She lets out an exasperated sigh “That’s not enough for me. I need you to be better than this…Come closer.” You set down the cup and shift closer to her “Don’t be shy now. A little closer.” You can’t help but comply her order. She still doesn’t look satisfied as she leans her face close to yours “Hmm no I can’t have you embarrass me. After all everything you do is a direct reflection of me from now on..” She brushes a thumb against your bottom lip before closing her eyes and capturing your lips, humming in satisfaction “I haven’t tasted something so sweet in a long time~” Her hand drifts down to your hip squeezing gently. She trails a soft kiss down to your chin “Tilt your head back..That’s it good~” She kisses down your neck making you let out delicious little gasps. Your eyelids flutter open and you see a few pairs of eyes on you “Everyone is-“ She hums and leaves sloppy kisses on your shoulder making the robe fall to side and painting the perfect lewd picture “That’s alright~ They won’t bother us.” One of her hands tug the ribbon of your robe, the fabric slowly loosens around your body and you feel heat igniting in you. Your breath growing shallow with a strange excitement that’s abruptly interrupted when her movements halt. You look down to see her head turned to the side. An irritated look on her face. She reached to cover you and arrange your robe elegantly again “Oh~It seem he just called for you..”

“And I was just starting to have fun.”

[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.

[socius-animae]

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𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Dull || Yandere! Male OC x Reader

Summary:

Suffocating in a crimson-tinted reality, you teeter on survival's edge, and your captor's perfect illusion consuming you.

Note:

1.1k words count, it can be any character you think is suitable, but this is my oc who I haven't named yet and my story writing where he becomes one of the love interests (reverse-harem story). Sadly is still in the Prologue which I got writer's block hh. I also used this scenario in my writing community project Sfragments, but it has changed quite a lot from the original.

Cw:

Psychological Manipulation, Captivity/Imprisonment, Emotional Abuse, Implied Sexual Coercion, Loss of Autonomy, Controlling Behavior, Trauma/Psychological Distress, Potential Non-Consensual Situations, Gaslighting, Physical Immobility/Restraint, all the yandere things in general. Read on your own risk.

Dull. The word lingers in your mind, a bleak shadow over your thoughts.

You lay quietly, a passive observer in your own life, eyes vacant as you watch the world move around you. Each sigh escapes effortlessly, a testament to your resignation. Bound by chains (literally and metaphorically), you allow him to shape your days, his will unchallenged.

The room is drenched in red, a color that wraps around you like a suffocating blanket. At first glance, it’s vibrant, but up close, the hue becomes oppressive. Red curtains, red blankets, red pillows, red carpets, and red lampshades—every surface bleeds the same color.

You catch yourself wincing at the intensity, memories of angry outbursts flooding back. You've torn at the red countless times, your frustrations laid bare, only to collapse into exhaustion and acceptance. It’s a relentless cycle, unfair yet inevitable.

“My dear, why do you seem so lifeless? Today I brought you ....” His voice trails off, and for a moment, you forget his role in your unraveling.

He stands there, his beauty as striking as the crimson that dominates the room. His presence is like a tempting apple, sweet yet deadly. You wonder about the worth of such beauty when it poisons your very essence. Your existence has dwindled to mere awareness, a shell without the desire to live.

“Cheer up, I'll take you out. Isn't this what you've always wanted?” His words, gentle and coaxing, blend into the background noise. Indifference has taken root, extinguishing any hope for change or escape.

He reaches out, guiding your gaze to meet his. The irony stings—once you were a discarded toy in his hands, and now he holds you tenderly, as if you were his prized possession. His fingers brush your bangs softly, a stark contrast to the emptiness you feel. Resistance seems pointless; submission feels like the only option left.

His eyes gleam with amusement as they lock onto yours. “Say something, please?” he whispers, his tone playful yet seductive undertone, dropping intimate nicknames to draw you deeper into his charm. Are you fall in already?

You both know the truth without speaking it.

Ignoring his face, so close becomes second nature. His voice, once enchanting like a lullaby, now serves as a reminder of the magic lost. You watch as the spell breaks, your sense of self fading away.

You mutter a string of vowels, barely acknowledging his plea.

He pulls you into an embrace, savoring the illusion of connection. “We're going on a picnic, okay? Don't attempt anything unexpected,” he murmurs, his touch gentle, gentle enough similar to saving a fragile person.

Without more word from you, he lifts the blanket, unlocks the chains around your ankles, and prepares for the outing with meticulous care. His hair, neatly tied, reminds you of who you once were—someone who admired him. He removes his gloves, pressing firmly against your legs in a gesture that feels more like ownership than care.

His actions speak of a desire to consume every part of you, masking his control with a façade of affection. Time has eroded any chance of protest, leaving you drained and compliant.

He massages your immobilized legs, believing he's offering kindness. The irony isn’t lost on you—he's the reason of your captivity.

“How does your leg feel? Is it improving?” he asks, eyes searching for approval. You see the emptiness behind his facade, the self-serving nature of his so-called love.

With no response, he adjusts your position, lifting you to lean fully against him. His lips brush your head, a gesture that highlights your vulnerability.

As he walk, his voice fills the air—criticizing your weight loss while praising his own efforts to keep you alive. The truth remains: you never asked for his care.

He is an arrogant narcissist, forcefully inserting himself into every aspect of your life, but you remain silent, eyes glazed over, lost in a distant haze.

Outside, the sunlight outside is more intense than what filters through the red curtains, its warmth a stark contrast to the oppressive room. It touches you, igniting a faint spark of desire within your darkened existence.

“What do you think? I made your favorite sweets,” he announces, spreading a cloth beneath a tree and arranging the picnic with practiced precision. Your eyes, drawn to the light, reluctantly shift toward him.

So unusual.

You nearly forget how miraculous sunlight and fresh air once felt. A soft sigh escapes your lips, a subtle sign that doesn’t go unnoticed.

Once deprived of words, he transforms into the picture of a gentleman, catering to your every need—except your mental freedom. He leads you to his meticulously maintained yard, where your room remains a personal prison and the basement a hidden torture chamber.

A walk outside is a privilege granted only to those who have fully surrendered. Nothing could be more perfect, yet it’s the greatest deception of your existence.

The courtyard blooms with pastel flowers, a deceptive beauty that fails to mask his repulsive nature. You hold no particular grudge against the blossoms, but their allure is tainted by the man who arranged them.

Mechanically, you open your mouth, allowing him to feed you treats in your favorite flavors. Cakes, puddings, candies—each bite a reminder of attention you never sought. Sitting on his lap, you feel his eyes on your lips, searching for something more, while you remain acutely aware of your own powerlessness.

Draining your life force isn't enough for him. In this world, no divine intervention can save you from his grasp.

[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?”

[archoneddzs15]

Super Famicom - Outer World (Another World / Out of this World)

Title: Outer World / アウターワールド

Developer: Delphine Software International / Interplay Productions Inc.

Publisher: Victor Musical Industries

Release date: 27 November 1992

Catalogue Code: SHVC-TW

Genre: Cinematic Platform Action

No. of Players: 1

Outer World is largely the work of just one man, Eric Chahi. He has managed to create a game that is more satisfying than nearly any modern game you will have played in the past five years, and perhaps more satisfying than any you have ever played. There were no games like it before it came out, and the later imitations (i.e. Heart of the Alien on the Sega CD) can't quite capture the unique spirit of their inspirational source. It's simply that good. While the gameplay is nearly beyond reproach, the best traits of this classic are its imagination, its gorgeous design, and above all its trust in the player's ability to imagine, to commit to the alien world on its terms.

The beginning of the game shows you one major ingredient of the game's genius when the primitive vector graphics are displayed in fully animated glory during the opening cinematic. The crude shapes would seem cheap and disappointing if not for the precision and elegance with which they are employed--cinematic angles and an engaging trust in the player's imagination serve to make these primitive scenes interesting even today. Lester's fancy car squeals into view, and we are treated to some of the green hologram-like interfaces Flashback fans will be intimately familiar with as we watch a physics expert burning the midnight oil. Something goes wrong during particle acceleration, and suddenly Lester and most of his console disappear with a flash of blue sparks and light.

Immediately, you are thrown into the game. Lester must escape from the pool and the grasping tentacles or face what will likely be the first of many, many deaths. Once out of the pool, you can appreciate the appealing sparseness of the alien landscape. With pale, simple blocks of color, an evocative alien world is realized: misty pillars of rock trail off into the horizon below a crescent moon; a beast colored an impenetrable shade of black lopes into view and looks at you with red eyes. And then a tentacle reaches for you from the heretofore calm pool surface and it's time to move again.

From this bleak, lonely landscape that emphasizes sheer scope and emptiness the player travels to a claustrophobic cage, to a deadly alien tank, and to a swinging harem--all the while that cinematic touch to the scenery rarely fails to amaze. Enemies are more than dimwitted patterns that are learned and consequently no longer require thought--the cinematic design goes down to individual enemy behavior. The puzzles come down to how exactly to defeat the alien who is behind six energy shields and lobs energy bombs that can penetrate your own, or how to defeat two soldiers who come in at both sides simultaneously. All the while the story is being told by your actions, and those of your surprisingly expressive alien friend. After you attract the ire of the guard below your cage, when he fires his gun, another guard appears to watch the action in the background. When you crush the guard below you with your falling cage, the prisoners in the background stop breaking rocks as you grab the gun and flee. At no point is there a rote procession of action that involves the same stale maneuvers used just a screen ago--nearly every enemy encounter presents a new and unique challenge, often a new wonder of art direction, and sometimes a diabolically difficult puzzle to be solved. When the game is finally over, its ending battle and cutscene are as cinematic, as boldly unique, and as cohesive with the game's tone as anyone could wish for.

What's the point of all this cinematic style? It makes you accept the world on its own terms. You don't think of Lester as an abstract object, running lifelessly around a gaming world distorted and simplified into a recognizable gaming archetype--you live and breathe the world along with him, because both of you are experiencing this exotic environment for the first time, and it is full of wonders and adventure rather than trite platforming cliches. This game asks the player's imagination to fill in the corners, to ignore the blockiness and palette limitations of vector graphics. All but the most closed of minds will happily go along with that request. Those that do will be richly rewarded by this game because a lot of love has been put into it.

[sticks-stones-and-bittybones]

Alternate Fic Ideas

Remember those alternate fics I said I'd write over the break? Well I started! I just finished the first chapter of the Dreamtale inspired one. Gonna start of the Horrortale Surface one now. And because I decided I wasn't up for the task of a reverse harem fic, sorry to all those who were interested, I've come up with a few replacements I'd like your thoughts on.

A Naga/Lamia inspired fic. I was recently inspired by Cold Blood, Warm Heart by Kassykins on AO3. If you haven't read it I'd recommend even if it's not finished. But basically you're an employee at a zoo with Giant Lamias and Sirens. The focus was on the three lamias and the reader's growing relationship with them. Reader slowly learns they're more intelligent than the mere beast everyone says they are. The Zoo director is of course up to no good, yada yada. It ends at such a climatic point in the story , but it was written so well i feel it's still worth the read. Anyway I'd write my own story inspired by that one, with 2-3 lamias as well. Two of which would be horror and fell because they my boys, other possible one would be classic sans or maybe someone else if y'all have requests.

Second idea is another bitty fic, it'd be more found family then relationship focused. It'd be inspired by this other fic I read but unfortunately forgot them name of. I looked, I did but I couldn't find it. Anyway it was about reader's house being invaded by a group of three edgies (yes i have a problem i know) and each one was a different stereotypical representation of fell. One was the overly nervous one that got pushed around, another was the unrelenting asshole who fights first ask questions later, and the last one was the gruff but caring older brother. I thought it was a really fun idea and would be interested to do my own spin on it.

The last two are my own AUs I've been thinking of so not sure how many would be interested but I thought I'd put the options out there.

3. Slumberfell AU story. Slumberfell is a fell AU (kinda loosy at this point) inspired by Slumbertale (A fucking amazing comic right here on Tumblr by rainingskeletons). The story would revolve around Sans and his younger brother Papyrus (he's a child here) and their struggles surviving in the realm of Dreams that entraps monster kind. With the lack of Hope and rise in violence in the Realm of Dreams, more and more of the Dreams that make up the monster's prisons are turning into nightmares. But what's worse than the nightmares that surround the monsters is the Night Terrors, the warped minds and bodies of the fallen monsters. For you see falling down does not mean an endless slumber for the monsters, but and endless restlessness. With Sans meager 1hp, he is one such monster at risk of changing into one of these Night Terrors. However a desperate escape for the two's life may have brought them to their salvation, as they quite literally fall into the only dream that has been seen in ages, Frisk's dream. (Frisk is a child and there will be no Frans ship) Can Frisk's hope help Sans? Can Sans help them stay Determined despite the bleak reality Frisk has to wake to? Can Papyrus keep the peace between the two? Can the Three of them finally help monster kind as a whole? And why is Papyrus a child?

4. An Error alternate named Artifact. Once Sans, then Geno, now...someone else, the Skeleton lays waiting on the floor of the anti void for something, anything to happen. They'd KILL for a noise, a smell, a sensation of anything besides the nothing. And after what had to be an eternity that wish is finally granted. A colorful Skeleton by the name of Ink appears, offering to take them elsewhere. Butn being shown the multiverse ends up being a bit too much for Artifact's fractured mind, and instead of getting the idea they need to destroy everything like Error did, Artifact gets it in their head that they need to fix/improve everything. Getting into an altercation with Ink they end up stealing Ink's bandolier of paint and fleeing. Once alone they learn what they can about the paints of creativity, experimenting and using them to craft their new outfit and tools. But when it runs out they are left with a dilemma. having no creativity of their own and not knowing where the source of Ink's powers resides, they do the only other thing they can think of. Stringing together code in their best recreation of the paints, they make artificial creativity. But it's wrong and twisted, a poor emulation of the real thing, but it works. And that's all Artifacts needs to start their journey to 'fix' the multiverse. (Admittedly I'm unsure of how I'd end the story, probably something open-ended, but since Artifact is an allegory for AI Art/Artist they aren't a good person (you can fight me on this if you want AI art is bad for real artists like myself who thrive off the need for creativity in society) but at the same time while they aren't a good person, AI art isn't going away any time soon so neither is Artifact. I don't know if I want to give them a redemption arch and how that'd turn out if it did. Perhaps finding the true source of creation and finding real inspiration to create and also appreciate the beauty that is held in the differences of the varying worlds.

Anyways, those are my other fic ideas. give me your thoughts on which one you think I should write a chapter for.

[doctorstrangereview]

0101: Defenders #6

Cover Date: June 1973 On-Sale Date: March 27, 1973

Our usual creative team brings us a Doc-centric story and a new villain as well as brining a silvery dude back into the fold. We find out more about the dudes in the green KKK robes from last issue. And the Black Knight's statue shows up for a couple of panels. There's a dream element, but sadly, Nightmare doesn't show up.

The Silver Surfer has decided to come out of hiding and is flying over New York City wax long-winded and poetic. After spouting some boring nonsense about how lovely a day it is, he does some soul searching and decides he needs to apologize to Doc. He even speaks in parentheticals.

Doc's block is enclosed in a multi-colored cube. While this is Greenwich Village, the colors are pastels and we are about five years away from the debut of the Rainbow Pride flag. The Surfer attempts to blast through the cube, but it fails so his next move is to fly high up and come crashing down on it. This does work and he finds Doc's Sanctum Sanctorum under attack by a group of green robed KKK minions and their leader, our new villain Cyrus Black.

It's a magician's squabble. Doc has met the pointy headed dude before. You didn't miss anything. This is his debut and the first encounter hasn't been depicted yet. The dwellers inside the house, Doc, Valkyrie and Namor, attempt to repel the invaders. As is the case for this era, Doc doesn't have any real security so green-garbed men can smash through windows and get in.

The Surfer has recovered his strength and joins the fray. Doc tells him he is about to seal his Sanctum and Surfer needs to get inside NOW! Namor's like "we got this with or without the Surfer," and Doc's like "let's not count our chicken's before they hatch."

The tide seemingly turns in favor of the Defenders. Cyrus's men fall like dominoes and his own attacks are barely effective.

Cyrus attempts to shake the Black Knight's statue apart. Doc saves it, but when he looks back Cyrus, his dudes and the tie-dye cube have all vanished. The group inside the mansion perform their socially required mutual admiration society and introduce Valkyrie and the Silver Surfer to each other. Surfer and Val commiserate with each other about being fish out of water. Surfer, Val and Namor decide it's a good time to tour the city.

We then look in on Cyrus. His place looks like a de-funkified version of Doc's house. Cyrus is mad! He's done all sorts of nasty, anti-social stuff to try and become a better mystic than Doc. Cyrus seeks the comfort of his familiar, a rat named Nebuchadnezzar. Cyrus then lights some Jamaican incense. Suddenly he's seeing mystic runes dancing in front of his eyes and he's falling asleep. Nebby the rat grows to giant size. He wakes up and the rat is still big. Cyrus has developed to power to make his dreams real. Does Cyrus conjure himself a giant castle with a huge harem to live out his days? Nope, he's out for revenge.

Namor, Surfer and Val return from their magical mystery tour where they find Doc fretting over nothing specific. Suddenly, a monster appears out of nowhere. It happens to resemble one of the monsters in a book Cyrus was looking at.

The monster moves too quickly for Doc to defend himself and knocks him down. The Surfer blasts it, it disappears and is immediately followed by another beast from Cyrus's picture book. The trio of conscious heroes start whacking away at the multi-headed lizard thing. They manage to make it disappear and it's replaced by a new and improved version of Cyrus himself.

This Cyrus is quite the badass and he starts wiping the floor with the heroes. Doc is succumbing to Cyrus. Namor looks around and realizes he's been out of water for too long but hasn't weakened. Namor realizes the truth. Cyrus is a dream projection and once Namor convinces him of this he pops out of existence.

The heroes aren't sure exactly what happened but are relieved that it's over. Cyrus is depressed that he couldn't even win in his own imagination.

It's technically a Doc-centric story, but the action is fairly divided amongst the entire cast. Cyrus is a typical "I want to be the big, bad, top sorcerer and get revenge on someone who I encountered a bunch of years ago." He even has a hideout and henchmen and a typical "Marvel magician" costume. He is one of the first I'm aware of to have a familiar. Cyrus will try again with more tragic results. He's probably the first in the Marvel Universe to get off on "Jamaican Incense!"

The story neither overwhelms or underwhelms. The story doesn't lag. There's a bit of padding here and there but it doesn't drag the story down. Sal's art is his typical good job. Basically, it works.

[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.