#y'all give me the best opportunities to pop off

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Happy Saturday! If you’re still taking requests for the 2k celebration, could I request Eddie/mall/lingerie? And happy 2k followers, definitely well deserved!

It's the return of perv!best friend!Eddie, y'all. Hold on tight.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI!), unprotected p in v (wrap it up), creampie, pet names, public sex (no one around tho), barely any foreplay because I'm lazy, friends to lovers

WC: 1.6k

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Shopping with Eddie is like pulling teeth. First, you have to convince him to actually come to the mall with you. Then you have to continually bribe with treats from the food court just to keep him from driving off without you. Today, he’s snacking on a giant cinnamon pretzel from Auntie Anne’s and slurping on a root beer.

“Remind me why I need to be here again?” he whines as you compare two denim miniskirts that look identical to him, but apparently, you can spot a difference. He takes another bite of pretzel and sighs indignantly.

“Because,” you explain, exasperation evident in your tone, “I need a man’s opinion on what to wear for my date tonight, and you’re the closest thing I have.” You laugh as he playfully shoves you. “And I needed a ride, so…”

“So, basically, you’re just using me for my male gaze and my car, huh?” he asks, running a hand over a neatly folded pile of shirts on display.

“Pretty much.” you chirp, putting both skirts back on the rack. “Ugh, this is hopeless! I’m never gonna find something.” You blow out a big breath, puffing your cheeks. “One more store and then we can go home, I promise.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but dutifully follows behind you, taking the opportunity to check out the way your shorts perfectly hug your ass. He feels a twitch in his pants as your hips sway back and forth, and he wills himself to look away.

Unfortunately, in his pursuit to keep himself from popping a boner in the middle of the Starcourt Mall, his gaze lands on the entrance to a lingerie boutique. The mannequin out in front is adorned with a red lace teddy that leaves nothing to the imagination. His eyes dart back to you, and all he can think about is you wearing it. But not for your date with whatever schmuck you’re going out with tonight; no, Eddie wants you to wear it for him. In his bed, straddling his waist, grinding on his–

“Shit,” he mutters. He thinks his voice is low enough to keep you from hearing, but he cringes as you swivel around to see what the problem is, catching him trying to discreetly adjust himself over his jeans.

“You okay–oh,” you giggle, taking notice of his predicament. “Careful, Casanova; y’might wanna pick your jaw off the floor.” You put your forearm on his shoulder and rest your chin on top of it, making him tense up even more. “Who are you picturing in that? Chrissy Cunningham? Tammy Thompson?” Before he can answer, you press on. “Ooh, or maybe a supermodel, like Cindy Crawford or Iman? C’mon, who is it?”

“What if I was picturing you?” Eddie tries to play off his words teasingly, but the raw lust blowing out his pupils gives him away. 

Biting your lower lip, you can taste the gloss you’d applied earlier. Every time Eddie jokes with you like this, pretending he wants you, it kills you inside. “Do you think I should try it on?” You look at him innocently, batting your eyelashes as you call his bluff. “Y’know, for Kyle tonight?”

At the mention of your date’s name, Eddie shrugs your arm off of him. “No,” he growls, hooking a ringed finger through your belt loop, “want you to try it on for me.” There’s no hiding his hardness now, and you can feel his heart beating faster as he draws closer to you. He swallows thickly, waiting for your response. 

You’re too stunned to speak. Eddie has always been a flirt, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on him, but he’s your best friend. There’s no way he seriously wants to see you in lingerie, right?

“O-Okay,” you manage, turning towards the store. Eddie intertwines his pinky with yours as though ensuring he won’t lose sight of you. You find the teddy in your size and bring it into the dressing room. To Eddie’s dismay, you yank the velvet curtain closed. He tilts his head slightly, trying to find a gap wide enough to get a glimpse of you changing. He can just imagine you shimmying out of your clothes and into the sheer lingerie. 

Fuck it. 

Careful not to expose you to a customer passing by, Eddie slips into the room, resting his hands on your waist as you examine yourself in the mirror. The lace clings to your body, hugging your curves in all the right ways. You can feel his hard length pressed up against the back of your naked thigh. 

“Eddie,” you breathe out, trying to ignore the fluttering below your belly, “what are you doing?”

“Tell me something, princess,” he says, purposefully ignoring your question, “I pictured you putting this on, but who did you picture taking it off?” He waits for what seems like an eternity, silently praying that Kyle’s name doesn’t pass through your lips.

You turn to face him, letting his strong hands fall below the curve of your ass. “You, Eddie. Always you.” As soon as you give your answer, Eddie’s mouth crashes onto yours. He brings one palm to cup your cheek while he kisses you hungrily, moaning lightly with each flicker of his tongue against yours. He guides you to the wall, palming your breasts through the minimal covering.

Eddie nudges his knee between your thighs, brushing against your sensitive sex, and you moan involuntarily. “Oh, baby,” he coos, chuckling at your reaction to his touch, “so needy, aren’t we? I bet you’re already soaking wet. Almost pathetic how desperate you are f’me, huh?” You want to fire back with a witty retort about how he was the one who wanted you in lingerie; he barged into the dressing room while you were changing, but you can’t string words together to form a sentence. Instead, you nod dumbly, making him laugh again. “Don’t worry; I’ll tell you a little secret.” He nibbles at your earlobe before whispering, “This isn’t the first time I’ve thought about your sexy little body in one of these. Not even the first time today, actually.” 

With that, your fingers fly to his belt, unbuckling it as deftly as you can, and tug his pants and boxers down his thighs. His throbbing cock thwacks against his torso, leaving a pre-cum stain on his shirt. He hisses at the sudden relief, using his own fluids as lube to pump himself. You start to get onto your knees, but he stops you.

“If you put your mouth on me, ‘m never gonna last,” he warns with a smirk. “That’ll be for next time, yeah?” The promise of a next time excites you even more, and you allow him to hoist you up against the wall, pushing aside the lace as he runs his cock along your slick folds. “Y’ready?” His eyes are wide; though he wants nothing more than to be inside you, but only if you want to. When you nod, his smile exposes his soft dimples. “Thas’ my girl.” 

My girl my girl my girl. The words swirl through your brain as Eddie pushes his mushroom tip into you. The stretch is a mixture of pleasure and pain, melting into only the former as he slowly ruts up into you, allowing you to take a bit more of him each time.

Eddie’s never had sex this good before. You dig your fingernails into his back as your pussy clenches around him; he feels himself growing even harder inside you. He grabs the plush of your ass as he quickens his pace, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

“Goddamn,” he groans, nearly whimpering as you tug on his hair. “Your body was meant for me, baby. Takin’ me so well, like you were made for my cock.” 

“I was m-made for you,” you echo, feeling your body tremble with delight. “Eddie, Eddie, oh, fuck, Eddie!” You lean your head back, exposing your throat and giving him the perfect angle to suck a bruise just above your collarbone.

Eddie chants your name, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he leaves more hickeys. “Can’t hold back much longer,” he confesses, trailing his tongue over the fresh set of love bites, but he keeps the same rhythm that’s driving you wild. “Wanna get my princess off before I do, though.”

“K-Keep going until you c-cum, please,” you beg him, “just like that.” You bring your middle finger down to your clit, rubbing deliberate circles until you feel your orgasm wash over you. “Yes, Eddie. I’m cumming, cumming for you…feel s’good.”

Bucking his hips harder and chasing his release, Eddie is a panting mess. “Shit–gonna cum, gonna cum in-inside you, fuck.” His hot seed coats your walls as he cries out your name one last time. He gently pulls out of you, leaving cum dripping down your leg while you struggle to regain your balance.

“Looks like we ruined it,” he offers, motioning to the lingerie. There’s tears along the crotch where he roughly moved the fabric, and the mixture of your releases is starting to leave a stain. He tears off the price tag and crumples it, tossing it to the floor. “Put your clothes on over it, hmm? It’ll be our little secret.” He pauses, giving you a mischievous smirk. “Unless you wanna tell Kyle tonight?”

You shake your head. “No. No Kyle. Only you.” Honestly, you’d forgotten all about your date until Eddie just reminded you. “Gonna cancel so we can do…that again.” And hopefully again and again and again.

Eddie throws his arm around you. “Oh, sweetheart,” he laughs, “now that I’ve got you, we’re not stopping until that little number is completely destroyed.”

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[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field VI

summary: you didn't meet the requirements for the plinth prize, only to find out that you're not just missing out on that- you're missing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. your friend wants to help, because maybe you can help each other.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.6k (she's long today DAMN)

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and discussion of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing

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You walked back to the academy, still too high on adrenaline to even consider sleeping at that point. By the time Coryo made it back in, it was nearly eight am. You totally understand him wanting to get a bit of extra sleep, considering the night you just had- but who knows how long he was with Dr. Gaul.

Other mentors had started to arrive before he did, and almost everyone made it clear they didn't want to speak with you. You didn't have the energy to chat anyway, you didn't want to. You're endlessly relieved when Coryo arrives, notifying you of his presence with a hand on your shoulder. You jump at this, regardless of his effort to not scare you.

The chair scrapes across the floor and you feel everyone's eyes on you at the dramatic reaction. To him, it really wasn't shocking.

"Sorry- I'm sorry." You chuckle, quickly getting up to give him his spot back.

"Have you slept?" He asks, making no effort to reclaim the desk, noticing how your hands are shaking as you motion for him to sit.

You aren't sure what the safer answer is. Yes, I slept while I was supposed to be watching over Lucy Gray? Or no, I'm still running on the two hours I got a couple of days ago? Neither is very promising, so you decide to just be honest.

"No, uh, I've been watching for Lucy Gray." You point to the screen, unable to control the trembling of your hand as you do. "I couldn't sleep if I wanted to, so I just decided to start drinking coffee a few hours ago. Might as well commit." You explain, trying to force positivity into your tone and a smile on your face.

Coryo eyes you warily. "You should go home. Get some rest."

"No! No, I'm fine." You insist. "I'm not missing it."

"Go home and sleep." He says again, sternly this time. You tend to listen to him when he's commanding so he clung to that approach, but the look in your eyes immediately makes him regret it.

You look down, then back to your seat on the bench. You take a shaky breath before locking eyes with the blonde again. You're full of impulses that contradict each other. To listen to him, to snap and tell him not to speak to you like that, or to storm out and never come back. Realistically, he is under a ridiculous amount of stress. You can't blame him for being a little commandeering. After all, it's what he is meant to do. It's what he's been raised for. "I told you. I can't."

Realization dawns on him and he stares at you for a second, eyes widening. "Right." He nods slightly, shrugging off his coat and holding it out to you. "Just go lay down on the bench." He accentuates his point by shaking the jacket.

You smile, taking it gratefully. "Thank you, Coryo."

"'Course." He nods, finally moving to sit down once you walk away. You settle down on the bench and curl up, your head resting on his bunched-up uniform jacket like it's a pillow. You're not sure you've ever been so comfortable, and you're asleep within a minute.

Coriolanus wonders if his coat will smell like raspberries when you return it.

"What's he doing?" You hear Coryo's accusatory voice before you even open your eyes. As you try and shift, adjusting to the sounds of everyone around you, you come back to reality. No wonder your neck is sore as soon as you sit up, sore from your wooden bed, with no time to really wake up before you're hit with the realization of what's happening on the screen.

"I-I don't know!" Lysistrata says, assumingly replying to him.

You're squinting at the lights as you adjust, the figures of Lucy Gray and Jessup becoming clear as he chases her in her rainbow dress out of the tunnel and across the floor, booking it toward a pile of debris that would allow her to climb up into the stands.

"What's happening?" You ask pointlessly, standing now that you see Coryo is as well.

Lysistrata looks at you, shrugging helplessly as she stands next to Coryo.

"Hey! You promised me that if I-" You start, pacing toward the girl with determination, anger burning up in your chest and in your eyes.

"Y/N/N, wait-" Coriolanus holds his hand out to stop you, effectively his attack dog, from getting any closer. From telling her off for blowing your deal. He squints closer at the screen, not saying a word, just leaving you in a limbo- unsure what to do.

As the camera zooms in on the tribute, his theory is confirmed. Jessup has a white foam surrounding his mouth, and Coryo looks at you knowingly. Had Lucy Gray poisoned him? Surely not, he was her only ally. It was too early to take him out, but maybe she didn't think that through, maybe-

"Rabies." You say, hardly above a whisper, eyes locked back on the screen now as well. "That's why the medications didn't help."

Coriolanus is relieved by this explanation, it makes so much more sense. But only knowing what's wrong doesn't help Lucy Gray, Jessup is still fully feral, chasing her up in the stands on wobbly legs as she makes her way to what is left of a concession stand.

"If she can just stay away, he won't last long in this state." Lysistrata says, looking on with sadness in her eyes. "Poor Jessup..."

"Coryo." You say, ignoring her sympathies, seeing Coryo's mind running miles a minute trying to figure out what to do. "Do you remember those posters in the war? When the rabies breakout happened?" You ask, holding onto his arm, giving him a light shake to snap him out of it. "They said that-"

You don't get to finish before he's reaching for the comunicuff. Water, of course.

"Wait." Lysistrata stops him, grabbing the arm that was reaching for the screen.

"Don't touch him! Jessup's going to die anyway! All we can do is try to keep him away- you just said that!" You fire off at her.

"I know, Y/N." She lets him go, holding her hands out defensively. "Let me do it. He's my tribute, after all."

"Lyssie... You don't have to do that." Coriolanus tells her, and you feel guilty for snapping on her like that. She was just trying to help.

"If Jessup can't win, I want it to be Lucy Gray. That's what he would want, too." She explains, stepping back to her desk, tapping away at the screen and sending in water bottles on faulty drones that are more likely to knock the tributes out and smash the bottle than successfully deliver it to their hand.

Thankfully, this is what you want. You watch quietly as Jessup is bombarded with drones programmed to seek out his features, and Lucy Gray drops behind some of the seats to avoid any flying glass or stray drones. He swings helplessly at them with a board he picked up somewhere along the chase, and you glance at Lyssie for only a second, which is long enough to pick up on the fact that she's crying. God, that's probably your fault.

He trips and falls off the stands, bones audibly cracking on impact. Everyone in the room is silent as Lucy Gray reemerges, climbing down to be at his side.

"God, please don't let him die alone..." Lysistrata whispers, hardly audible even to Coriolanus, who's stood right next to her.

"She won't." He whispers back. "It's not her style."

You swallow, drowning in your own guilt while Lucy Gray is talking to the dying boy, stroking his hair and telling him to go to sleep until his eyes lose all sense of life, chest halting. She closes his eyes gently, which cues the buzzer announcing his death.

"Lyssie..." You stop her as she stands to leave, her eyes glassy. "I'm sorry, I didn't know what you were doing."

She laughs slightly, more tears spilling from her eyes. "Y/N. I know you, okay? I get it. Don't apologize if you don't mean it." Until she finished speaking, you didn't realize her laughs were bitter. "You can't keep taking out your anger issues on everyone else. I'm sick of it, everyone is sick of it- sick of you." She says, not giving you the chance to defend yourself before she's gone. You did mean it, but it's not like she'd ever believe that. You had done this to yourself.

You straighten your shoulders, turning to face the screen again. "Lysistrata will come around." Coryo says, sensing the tension radiating off your skin like a heater.

You just slightly shake your head. "Maybe I... Maybe I should go home. Just for a bit." You say, but it comes out more as a question.

"You should stay." He states, offhandedly sending some food in for Lucy Gray before turning to face you fully. He could guess why you don't want to go home, whether or not you were explicitly told to not return until the games were done, though, he doesn't know. Either way, for him, it wasn't worth the risk.

"Actually, yeah, you're right." You sniff. "I'm just having a moment. I'll be fine." You force a smile, blinking rapidly to push back those stubborn tears that wanted to spill.

"No, no that's not what I meant. I just meant..." Coryo trails off.

"It's okay." You smile and nod. "Can I just get some air, then? I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Please. Don't rush on my account." He nods. "But don't stray too far."

"Yes sir, Mister President." You joke, giving him a lazy salute before heading for the door.

You had been gone for a while, far too long for Coriolanus's comfort. Lucy Gray retreated into the tunnels after receiving the food he sent and seeing Reaper come back into the clearing. Now, with Lucky rambling on about the weather again, he felt like he would snap.

He double-checks once more that Lucy Gray is, in fact, still hiding, before he gets up to go after you.

It doesn't take Coryo long to find you, due to him tracking down the sound of crying in the hall. No doubt in his mind it was you, but he'd never seen you cry before.

You stop at the sound of footsteps, frantically wiping your eyes and nose on your sleeve as you make an effort to stand. By then, he's in front of you.

"Don't get up." He says, crouching down in front of you. He doesn't know what to say, he doesn't know exactly why you're crying, or how to help. He wishes he did, he would do just about anything. "What do you need?"

You shake your head, forcing a smile and trying to stand anyway. Coryo stops you with a hand on your shoulder. "I-I don't.." You start, but as soon as you speak the tears start flowing again and you feel like you can't breathe.

"It's okay. Hey, you're okay." He says, pulling you into his arms, effectively onto his lap as he sits back. One thing he knows that works with you is a hug- it's all he can do while he thinks over what could be the root of your problem, or was it just that Lysistrata's comment pushed you over the edge? You were overtired, overworked, and this easily could have been the last straw.

Through your tears, you try to tell him that you're fine, but you just stutter and spit and you know you're a mess- a mortification to your family.

"I'm not sick of you, Y/N." Coryo says, rubbing your back. Feeling your hair between his fingers and trying not to tangle it or pull it by mistake. "I could never get sick of you."

It surprises him when you laugh. Of all things, a laugh. It was just so you.

His statement was more of a confession to himself than to you, and when you pull back he's scared. Was it not about that? Was he way off base, or incredibly unhelpful and somehow offended you?

You sniff, wiping your eyes again. "Thanks," You chuckle, shaking your head. "But you don't have to say that."

Coryo tilts his head, confusion knitted into his expression. "I do." He insists, able to look into your eyes now. "I have to tell you that because it's the truth."

You sigh, smiling slightly. Sadly. "You don't see it."

"See it? See what?"

You just shrug, making no attempts to move away. His hands on you, the feeling of him almost surrounding you is comforting. You want to live in it forever, but you know you can't. "Just... That I'm me, I guess." You say, voice cracking. "You're unflinching to it." You're abrasive sometimes, defensive, and some would call you an overall angry person. He doesn't see you that way, and you're not sure why. Today you were slapped in the face with the fact that your actions have consequences more serious than what your parents can make up for with money or unwritten agreements.

"What's wrong with being you?" He asks rhetorically, not giving you a chance for you to argue before he continues. "You did the right thing. They're jealous- that's all it is. None of them fight for what they want like you, they just sit around and wait for it to be handed to them on a silver platter, and you could too, but you're better than that. You're better than them. Stronger than them."

With his hands now moved up to your shoulders, he's shaking you gently, trying to get your mind to soak in what he's telling you. To believe it, because he knows he's right. The reason others avoid you is the very reason he is drawn to you- your ambition is unmatched, except, maybe, by his own.

"Do you understand, Y/N?" Coryo asks, pressing one hand to your cheek and staring deep into your eyes as if he could somehow look into your mind and grab hold of what Lysistrata said, replacing it with his vision of who you are. "You are perfect. They are fools."

Your smile had gone, ready to fight his point, but it returned by the time his rant was done, blush creeping its way across your cheeks and over your nose. "Perfect is a bit of a strong word." You speak softly. "Don't you think?"

"No. I don't." He shakes his head slightly, running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away a stray tear.

The air became thick with everything he said circulating in your head like a carousel. A relentless spinning cycle with Coryo's every word circling around itself and caging in your panic. The spinning seemed to slow after a moment, as if giving you a chance to catch your breath.

Seemingly, in your experience with him, compliments were few and far between. To others, anyway. Not that you were keeping track, but if receiving compliments from Coriolanus Snow was a race you would be winning by a mile, and that's exactly what it felt like every time.

He tilts your chin up again, the same way he had just a couple of days ago in the arena, drawing your eyes back to his. It takes every ounce of his focus to keep his hand from shaking.

Truth be told, the desperate honesty in his eyes was enough to convince you he was right. You are better than them, smarter than them, stronger than them. If Lysistrata and your other classmates chose to hate you for that, that was because of fear. You'd be lying if you tried to say it didn't make you feel better, even powerful. Coriolanus thought it was right, so how could it not be?

You smile, nodding slightly within his grasp. "You're right, aren't you?"

"Always." He validates your entire thought process just like that.

You can't help it anymore. The power of his words push you past the brink, leaning forward to meet his lips with your own. Coryo pulls you forward with his firm and gentle hold on your cheek, meeting you half way. And as he kisses you, heart pounding out of his chest, you both feel fucking invincible.

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Mind Your Manners - Lucy Maclean x Fem!Reader

*clanging pots and pans together* come get y'all smut

summary: lucy wakes in a strange mood. after ducking into an old gas station to hide from raiders, you quickly realize what that mood is all about.

warnings: 18+ content minors dni, vaginal fingering, soft dom!reader, bratty!lucy, dirty talk

From the moment she woke, Lucy’s had an awkward, nervous energy. You can practically feel her buzzing, the air around her prickling with an almost tangible static. 

“Oh, I’m fine! Just a weird dream,” She’d explained with a stilted laugh, eyes darting nervously. You didn’t push, shrugging your shoulders and returning to breaking down camp. All day, she’s distracted and twitchy. When you catch her looking at you, she turns away in apparent panic. It’s a bit alarming, but she doesn’t seem to acknowledge it, starting off on another story about Vault 33. You nod along, not really listening as you scan the horizon. Lucy yelps when you catch her by the arm. She follows your gaze, spotting the figures in the distance. Whoever they are, things seem to be going poorly. The figures are visibly arguing and the pop of a gunshot lets you know that you should probably not intervene. Rather than giving Lucy the opportunity to test her diplomacy, you clap a hand over her mouth and drag her off the road into a derelict gas station. It’s far too open to hide out in the front, so you end up in the restroom. “Are you completely crazy?!” Lucy demands when you finally release her. You scoff, looking her up and down. “I’d be crazy not to get you out of there. Last thing we need is a repeat of your last raider negotiation.” If she wasn’t already red, she is now. “Well, you could have at least said something? I don’t know, maybe: ‘Hey, Lucy, let’s get off the road to avoid whatever the heck that is?’ Maybe throw in a please and thank you?”

“Sure, how about this,” You begin, leaning in with a smirk. “I’m ever so sorry for saving your ass from those raiders. So sorry for making sure you keep your pretty mouth closed. Thank you for not biting my hand.”

“I’ve half a mind to do it now,” Lucy mutters, narrowing her eyes. 

“Go right ahead, sweetheart. Bite me.”

Your tone is challenging, eyes alight with mischief. You lean in further, boxing her in as you rest a hand against the wall by her head. You even tilt back your head in a mock offering, giving her easy access to the column of your neck. 

When her gaze sweeps up your neck and finally locks with yours, you begin to understand what she’s been feeling all morning. The tension in the air around her, the guilty looks, the nervous energy. You feel a little foolish for not having recognized it sooner.

Before you can say anything, she’s pulling you into a searing kiss. Her hands are in your hair, tugging you closer. You are stunned initially, but feel yourself smirk against her lips. She actually whines when you pull away, leaving her pouting. “Have you been thinking about this all day, Lucy?” You ask with a quirk of your brow. Her fingers trace the curve of your jaw as her hand comes to rest on your shoulder. “Not exactly this…” You snort and she shoves you lightly, feigning offense. You quickly close the distance again, pulling her close by the waist. When you lean in to kiss her again, she turns her head away. You make a low sound in your throat, a disapproving sound. Lucy seems quite pleased with herself, playing with the top of your shirt. She’s giving her best impression of innocence as your hand reaches up to take her chin, turning her face to make eye contact. Her skin is soft, unmarred by the cruelty of the wasteland. You can feel her breath coming in warm puffs over your hand. “Going to behave?” You question, voice low and velvety. Her composure breaks at this, eyes flicking down to your mouth. Her grip on your shirt tightens, the material pulling tight around your neck and shoulders. She tries to lean forward, but you don’t allow it, keeping her firmly in place with the hand on her chin. “I asked a question, Lucy. Are you gonna behave or not?” When she licks her lips, you feel your stomach lurch. It ignites a fire low in your belly, a want that is mirrored in Lucy’s hungry eyes. “Yes, fine. Now, please,” She responds, voice high and needy. When your mouths meet again, there’s no hesitation or teasing. It’s messy and desperate and hungry. She’s moaning into it, allowing your tongue to invade her mouth, allowing you to possess her. Your hand goes to her thick brown locks, fisting into her hair as you pull her head back. With her body pressed to hers, you feel her shift and roll her hips into you, desperate for some relief from the growing ache between her thighs.

“So pretty when you’re all needy. Should’ve said something this morning,” You taunt, leaning in to ghost your lips over her jaw and down her throat. The sounds coming out of her mouth spur you on, sucking an angry red mark into the hollow of her throat before continuing a path of open-mouthed kisses down to her collarbones. Your free hand, the one not currently tangled in her hair, finds the zipper of her blue jumpsuit. It’s already half open, loose around her shoulders. You pull the zipper the rest of the way down to her waist. Lucy’s hands find their way under your shirt, thumbs flicking over your nipples as you groan into her skin.

Your hand dips down into her jumpsuit, fingers pressing over her already soaked underwear. She whimpers desperately, rolling her hips into your touch. You pull back enough to take in the sight of her. 

Lucy’s a desperate mess; hair disheveled, mouth swollen, bruises already forming down her throat. It fills you with equal amounts pride and need. You’re the one who’s making her like this, the only one who can make such a mess of her. “I kinda like the idea of you walking around all day like this. Wanting me so bad that you can’t think straight,” You murmur as your fingers trace up and down her clothed slit, torturously slow. She looks at you like cornered prey, only she’s desperate to be devoured. Those big doe eyes burning into yours, hands practically clawing at your chest, hips bucking against your fingers. It’s cute, the way she presses her hips in and grinds against you, seeking more friction. “If you want something, you should ask for it,” You tell her as she whines. You’re just about to withdraw your hand completely when she relents. “I want you to stop teasing me and touch me.” You consider her request, putting on a show of looking contemplative. You’re going to give her the relief she’s looking for, but only when she remembers her manners. If she was going to taunt you with please and thank you, you were going to make Lucy pay for it now. 

When you give her an expectant look she looks bewildered, brows furrowing. Her hand goes to your wrist when you start to pull back. “Wait-I asked-” “And you said you were gonna behave. Here you are, forgetting your manners,” You scold, making a tsk sound to punctuate your words. She guides your hand back down to where she wants it, eyes pleading. “Please, touch me.” You let her guide your fingers. You push her underwear to the side, finally giving her what she wants. Lucy’s tension melts away as your fingers glide through her folds, head falling back against the wall with a light thud. Your hand is coated in her arousal as you stroke her, finger circling over her clit.

“Was that so hard?” You tease, mouth ghosting over her ear. You nip at her earlobe as she lets out a shaky breath, tilting her head to the side, offering up her neck again. You oblige, trailing licks and nips down the sensitive skin of her throat as your hand continues toying with her clit. She doesn’t forget her manners this time when she asks for more. You chuckle against her shoulder. “Mouth or fingers?” “Don’t care, just more.” You shift your hand down, finger pressed to her entrance. You can feel her muscles twitch as she lets out a frankly filthy moan. “Please.” One finger sinks into her heat and her hands find your waist, nails biting into your skin. She bucks her hips in a futile attempt to take you further. Your pace is torturous, shallow thrusts of a single digit. You know she needs more, but her begging is just too pretty to pass up. 

With your free hand, you pull up her tank top enough to expose her breasts, not hesitating to trace your tongue from underside to nipple. She’s so perfect, so beautiful. Her body stands in stark contrast to your own, a near flawless expanse of lightly tanned skin, freckled at the shoulders. Your own is covered in scars and imperfections, a result of a hard life in the wasteland. She’s whining again, begging for more, pleading for it. You press a second finger into her, earning a low groan. Your thumb rubs in earnest against her clit as your fingers pump, drawing her closer to the edge. 

Lucy’s tell-tale sign that she’s close is when she finally starts to quiet. It’s as if her whole body is focused on her pleasure, moans and whimpers barely more than sharp breaths or little whines as her body writhes. You can feel her thighs tremble as you fuck into her, breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. You pull back from her chest, taking a quick moment to assess the damage. You’ve left a smattering of red marks and saliva in the wake of your mouth. Satisfied, you look up at her face. She’s lost in her pleasure, eyes shut and mouth hanging open, brows knitted together.

“Need you to look at me, Lucy,” You tell her, nuzzling into her cheek. She does, lidded eyes locking with yours as you press your foreheads together. You love this, the erotism, the intimacy, the vulnerability. Those pretty eyes staring into yours while you fuck her senseless. “There’s my girl,” You murmur, a cocky smile flickering over your features. “Go ahead, I got you.” If the prelude is quiet, her orgasm is the opposite. She lets out a choked sound, more sob than moan, walls clenching around your fingers. Her nails are scraping down your back, hips rolling wildly as she rides out the waves of her pleasure. You keep fucking her through it, lazily thumbing over her clit until her hands push against your waist, touch too overwhelming for her to bear.

You pull your hand back, wiping them on the back of your pants. She presses her face into your shoulder, steadying herself and catching her breath. You wrap your arms around her shoulders in a grounding embrace.

“Thanks for that,” She finally says, voice muffled by your shirt. She nuzzles further into the crook of your neck affectionately.

“Finally remembering those manners, huh?” “Shut up.”

- - -

The danger of the raiders having long passed, you two return to your travels. Lucy’s decidedly peppier now, all tension having dissipated. As you walk, she occasionally looks your way, eyes sparkling with mischief. 

You’re sure she’s got some ideas on how she’s going to pay you back later.

[heartfullofleeches]

I know I ask for a lot from y'all, but brainstorm with me [mentions of cheating (not by Reader) [

They've finally done it- Reader, absolute sweetheart, a shy introvert working hellish hours as wait staff at a nightclub doing a job they likely aren't cut out for has finally made enough money to pay off the ring they picked out in preparation to propose to the love of their life. The two were highschool sweethearts and with another close friend from school returning to town for the reunion, Reader sees no better time to pop the question than at dinner that same night to celebrate their return. They've been waiting for an opportunity like this for so long they instantly shoot down their work mates invitation for a party after work and beg on their hands and knees for their boss to give them the night off - the same hard ass boss who can never say no to that overtly sensitive employee of theirs.

Their boss is such a push over they let Reader go early. Reader is so excited they forget to inform their soon to be fiance and head straight home. As they enter the house, there's something almost immediately wrong. Their friend should be here by now - why was the living room empty?... Didn't their partner hate that scent of candle?

What....what is that noise coming from the bedroom?

Reader ease the bedroom door open... and their heart shatters. They rush out of the house, careful not to disturb the two, right back to the only place they know where to go. Reader dries their face of tears and puts on their apron, trying to keep a brave face as they ask their boss to be let back on the clock, but anyone who looks at those eyes knows they're not one and in need of comfort-

Who is the one who gives them said comfort?

• Reader's workmate/only real friend who has aired their not-so subtle hatred of reader's ex. Laid back, bit of a stoner, comes off as pushy/hash at times, but only wants the best for them. They take Reader back to their house for the party where the two hook up with a stranger for a threesome to get Reader's mine off their ex and through his encounter Reader's workmate finally gains the courage to confess their feelings and ask Reader to be theirs..

• Reader's slightly older, hard ass boss drags them into their office when the heartbroken waiter breaks down sobbing on the floor. They warn Reader not to get so caught up over the relationship because people their age never know what they want. Reader's boss gives them a handjob and the rest of the night off to recover in their bed.

• The regular who's had their eyes on the little lamb who looks so out of place in a club like this notices the tears in their eyes and asks what's wrong. They can hardly contain their excitement when Reader begins their sob story. They invite the broken soul into the private room they've booked in the club and claims them in front of jealous onlookers. If it hasn't been implied clearly enough, the Yan in this scenario is a lust demon who has fallen in love with Reader

[Regardless of what is chosen Reader will be Amab as there will be smut and it's what I prefer. No gender for any of the Yans have been decided, but I'm leaning towards amab for the workmate and a bit more on the Fem side for lust demon]

[that-blue-vault-dweller]

speaking of brave!

companions react to finding some horses? i dunno it seems neat!

A/N: Gosh, I wish we had horses in-game. It would be literally epic 😫 It'd be like Fallout 4 met RDR2 and that would be heaven for me 😍

I hope y'all enjoy this react!! Thank you for the request! 💙

Cait - Is wary at first, but once F!Sole tames and wrangles one for her and she realizes it can facilitate her running into battle and making swift attacks, she is all for it. F!Sole teaches her to ride and she ends up loving it, blazing into gun fights with a sawed-off shotgun in one hand and her reins in the other.

Curie - Does not really want to ride it, but she is exceedingly excited about the fact that this is a new specimen for her to examine. She starts on her research immediately, and she is the one that has the idea to experiment in breeding the optimum horses. Naturally, her project ends up attracting the attention of multiple important factions in the Commonwealth.

Piper - Is honestly super excited about it once her Blue shows that it's possible to train them and ride them. She immediately finds one that she names Harper, and she loves traveling the Commonwealth via horseback with F!Sole and her horse. However, they're not super big fans back in Diamond City, and they end up making her keep her horse outside of the city because horse manure has a suspicious way of showing up at the homes of people that Piper doesn't like.

MacCready - Is at first scared of them. Honestly, he stays a little afraid of them even after F!Sole starts breaking them. He prefers to have full control over where he's going and giving part of the control over to an animal that could kill him is a little scary. After he rides a few times, he overcomes the fear and actually likes it, but he has to have the most tame, docile horse that F!Sole breaks.

Deacon - Thinks they're cool, but still prefers to travel on the ground. However, when he gets the idea to pop a Stealth Boy while sitting on the horse's back, he has to try it. When somehow only known to the powers that be and Deacon that it works, Deacon can be found mysteriously appearing all over the Commonwealth with his pompadour riding a palomino.

Codsworth - Thinks that it's quite dandy to have a horse! He knew that Mum and Sir could never have one in their old home but it is good to see Mum having the opportunity to enjoy equine companionship now after the war. It is also quite a breathtaking sight to see the horses running across the Commonwealth. It would bring a tear to his eye if he were human.

Hancock - Cannot deny the rush of giddiness he feels when he sees them. He's always dreamed of riding a white horse around Goodneighbor and the Commonwealth. It fits well with his patriotic self-image. As soon as they find a white horse, he instantly claims it. However, trying to break the wild-spirited thing proves to be a true challenge indeed.

Danse - Is honestly intrigued after he finds that they are not some sort of threat. If it's Pre-BB, he wants to share the discovery with the Brotherhood in order to facilitate ground travel. However, if it's Post-BB, he ends up growing extremely invested in helping to care for them and train them with F!Sole. He ends up strangely really taking to rancher life.

Preston - Is very interested and excited. Similarly to Curie, he wants to try to breed them, but his motivation is to supply the Minutemen. With Curie's impeccable science in breeding the best traits in the horses that F!Sole finds, within the next several years, the Minutemen are supplied with the best mounts to patrol the Commonwealth.

Valentine - Finds it nostalgic in that Nick sort of way. He thinks that it's a good idea to use them for riding and breeding, but he also thinks it's nice to have wild ones riding across the Commonwealth. It adds a charmingly Western feel to things with the untamed steeds racing throughout the wilderness and through what remains of a life gone by.

X6-88 - Insists that they are unreliable and untrustworthy when it comes to riding them or anything else. They are too large and too skittish. However, deep within himself, he tries desperately to crush the strange desire to ride one. When F!Sole offers him a black one with a white star on its head, practically forcing X6-88 on its back, he tries to deny the happy feeling within himself. However, it becomes hard to find him at a time when he's not on his horse after that.

Dogmeat - Chases them when he first sees them. However, when F!Sole scolds him, he stops, realizing that these animals must not be for chasing. But if they're not for chasing, then why do they run?! He ends up befriending the ones that F!Sole brings to her self-built breeding farm that she plans and creates with Curie, and he believes that maybe they're big, giant dogs.

Strong - Immediately wants to eat it, having never tried horse meat. However, when he finds out that they are for riding and traveling with, he does not like it. Feet are for traveling. Animals are not for traveling.

ADA - Thinks it's a wonderful find especially since it will make travel easier for her human mistress. However, F!Sole soon realizes she needs to invest in some assaultron legs for ADA so she can actually keep up...

[hollow-azure]

“Till Death Do Us Part” → Y/N Version

Chapter 2: The Harome Clan

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→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female reader → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

Notes: I'm back! I apologize so so much for taking so long to upload a new chapter. To make a very long story short, and to not bore y'all with details, I got very sick a few months ago and I've been dealing with some very debilitating health issues that have made it difficult to find the opportunity to write. I'm writing this story as I go so anything unexpected that comes up has the chance to side-track me a lot, unfortunately. I'm feeling a bit better now so hopefully I can be back to uploading more frequently. This isn't a story I want to give up on so even if it takes me a bit longer to finish I still will!

WC: 4.4K

The air was warm when Y/N stopped at the entrance of her village. A light breeze fluttered through, laden with the smell of sweet lotus in between. The clear blue sky above framed the large gate leading to her home ground, as bright and clear as she remembered it. She stopped to take in the scenery before walking any further. God, she had missed this.

After graduating Jujutsu High, a little over a decade ago, Y/N had been one of the few sorcerers to welcome the challenge of accepting missions stationed far from the Tokyo area, earning her the strangest of looks from her peers, but the biggest of praises from the higher ups. It wasn’t everyday they found a sorcerer so willing to take on such a grueling task, and best of all, she didn’t mind. In fact, she welcomed it. In her mind, Y/N had spent so much of her life couped up in the confines of her clan and village, training and perfecting her skills, that any chance to explore the outside world sounded like a good deal, even if it meant she’d be at risk every day.

It was this willingness and the combination of her skills as a Harome sorcerer that had Y/N away from the village most of the time. However, compared to her previous batches of missions, this had been her longest stretch so far. Despite all the excitement and adventure her travels gave her, she was more than glad to be home.

Y/N had not taken even two steps into the village when someone called out to her.

“Oi! Y/N !” A man’s voice yelled from a shop stationed near the entrance. The smell of freshly cooked noodles streamed out of it.

A large grin filled her face as she recognized her beloved village cook Kenzo. “Hey!” she turned to make her way towards him, her eyes widening halfway through. She had almost forgot.

Her hands flew back and fished inside her travel bag, pulling out a small spice bag and tossed it to him.

Kenzo caught the bag, his features growing in shock, “In this what I think it is?”

Y/N’s arms leaned on the counter as she smiled, “That’s the one you asked for, right?”

His mouth fell wide open as he scrambled to open the bag, the excitement in his hands making him miss the draw string a few times before opening it. He took a long whiff of the spice smell escaping the pouch and laughed. “You are a life saver Miss Harome.”

Y/N waved a hand at him, “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not!” he said as he crouched under the shop’s cupboards and retrieved a small ceramic vase. A hollow pop sounded as he pulled the lid off. “I used up the last bit of it two days ago. We stayed surviving on some old pouches that had a bit of the mixture left from last time, but I gotta say, we were really starting to stretch ourselves thin there,” he chuckled, “but lo’ and behold, my guardian angel arrived just in time.”

A quick blush creeped on her face as she tapped the counter and pushed herself off, “I guess life’s full of coincidences.”

Kenzo scoffed and spun on his heel, “Coincidences, coincidences, yeah, yeah,” he clicked his tongue as he grabbed a bowl, “Stop spouting nonsense Harome and sit down already and have some-” he turned to face the counter again, but Y/N was gone, already making her way back onto the main street.

“Hey!” he yelled as he leaned out of the shop, “where are you going? The Udon’s almost ready. There’s no way you’re not hungry after that long trek you did to get up here.”

Y/N turned around, her feet continuing to walk backwards, “I can’t! I’ll run late if I do.”

A sense of annoyance flashed through his face as he clamped his hands on his hips.

“I’ll come down later, I promise!” Y/N shot back as she clasped her hands together and sent him a pleading look.

Kenzo shook his head in disappointment, trying to keep on the act that he was still mad, but he couldn’t. His face quickly broke into a grin. “I’ll save you a bowl!” he yelled as he waved a hand behind his head and dismissed her.

Y/N bit back a smile as she did a few backwards skips before spinning around to continue making her way through the main street. That was interaction number one of many as she made her trek down the village.

It was a small village the one Y/N called home. Nestled high in the Tokyo hills, near two of the big sorcerer clans on one side, and Jujutsu High on the other, it was one of the first sights one would see on their way up the hills, making it one of the busier areas the three great Tokyo clans had. A combination of Harome sorcerers and non-Harome sorcerers made up the group of people living on the hill space, most of the non-sorcerers inhabiting the houses and shops lining the village, and the family born sorcerers settled in the clan compound at the end of the home ground.

The village was as lively and busy as it could be that day, as if everyone had gotten together and collectively agreed to stream out at the same time and torment her with the warmest of welcomes. She couldn’t manage to take a few steps forward without being stopped again and again, one person after the other. Anyone else would’ve found the whole ordeal to be too much. Maybe be annoyed by the constant barrage of people calling out to her, handing her something, throwing themselves onto her and everything in between. But through it all, despite the overwhelming welcome and all her current plans being sidetracked, Y/N didn’t mind one bit.

The street’s sudden liveliness grabbed the attention of a group of children perched on a line of house roofs. A ball bounced back and forth between the roofs and ground as they took turns tossing it at each other. One of the little girls in the group turned her gaze towards the commotion plaguing the street, ignoring the rubber ball that had bounced in her direction. The sound of her friends calling out to her faded in the background as she drew a sharp gasp.

“She’s here!” she yelled as she slid off the roof. “Y/N’s here!”

The group fell into the same state of shock as the girl and followed suit in rushing down the roof.

A fit of cheers and screams cut through the air as they bolted their way towards Y/N, catching her by surprise when she finished her last interaction. The ecstatic group crashed into her legs and surrounded her, the sudden force and desperate pulls on her limbs making her stumble back a few steps.

“Woah there!” she said as she regained her balance and took in the group of squealing children hugging her legs. “You guys got stronger while I was away.”

A fit of giggles filled the young group. Once the laughing died down, the group slowly detached from her and gave her some room to crouch before them.

“Senpai! Look,” one of the little boys yelled as he pointed to his face. A pair of black lightning bolt marks framed the corner of his eyes.

Y/N drew a large grin as she gasped. “Look at you! When did you get these?”

“He got them last week!” one of the kids spoke, “my brother got them too, but they don’t look as cool.”

Y/N chuckled as she was sure all the marks looked the same.

Through the group of children another girl moved forward. “And I got mine last month!”

Excitement washed over the kids as they pointed to her face for Y/N to see.

Y/N leaned closer towards the beaming girl and confirmed her elated statement. “I see, I see,” a warm smile grew on her lips, “those are looking sharp as ever,” she said as she pinched the little girl’s cheek, drawing a quick giggle from her. “Just like my little sorcerers.”

A sense of euphoria flew through the kids as they heard her words. The young group fell into a momentary bombardment of excited statements and questions before another boy interrupted.

“When are they going to look like yours senpai?” he asked as he pointed to the markings on her face.

Y/N froze.

The prime time for a potential sorcerer to start manifesting their cursed techniques laid between the ages of four and six, and it was during this time that Harome sorcerers also manifested their characteristic black colored face markings, the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Anyone in the clan who developed the markings during this time would eventually start exhibiting the clan’s inherited technique and be on their way to becoming a sorcerer.

The first markings to appear were the lightning bolts on the corners of their eyes. Next, a thin horizontal line would cross the bridge of their nose and expand to either side of their face. After that, another pair of lightning bolts would extend down the corners of the horizontal line, and that was it. The appearance of those final lightning bolts was usually where the Diamond Bolt seal mark would end for most Harome sorcerers, but that wasn’t the case for Y/N.

Unlike the rest of her clan, Y/N had one final element included in her markings. At the ends of each pair of lightning bolts on her face laid the small outline of sharp black hollow diamonds, explaining the meaning behind the official name of the seal. Anyone in the clan who developed the Diamond Bolt seal mark inherited the clan’s cursed technique and were more than capable of displaying all the powers and skills that came with it, all except one.

Every Harome sorcerer inherited Universal Energy, however, only a select few grew to the level of being capable of using the technique of Universal Lightning, and it was only those select few that developed the final stage of the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Y/N was the only one in her clan who currently had the complete mark, and the first one in decades to develop it.

She shook out of her momentary stunned state and turned to the sea of young expecting eyes gazing at her.

“Well, once you start training, if you work hard enough,” she threw a light poke at one of the kid’s bellies, earning a quick chuckle, “grow strong enough,” she said as she tickled another, “and study hard enough,” her stern eyes fell on the boy with the newly formed marks.

The young group laughed as he rolled his eyes.

The quick round of giggles died down and Y/N turned back to them. “Just then, maybe, you might develop them.”

A combination of enthusiastic and confused whispers slithered through the children as she got up from her crouched position.

“But hey, remember,” Y/N snapped her fingers, “You can grow up to be fine sorcerers yourselves. Just as capable and just as strong, even if you don’t develop the complete mark. Even the head of our clan doesn’t have it.”

One of the little girls snickered. “Yeah, but that’s your dad.”

“So?” Y/N shrugged, “that just proves my point.”

“Or proves that he’s the exception.”

The group yelled in agreement. Y/N tried her best to pull their attention back to her main point, but the children were too riled up to listen. All she could do was stand there and laugh.

Despite the children’s arguments and hesitations, it didn’t change the fact that indeed very powerful and capable Harome sorcerers had existed before and still did, even without the complete Diamond Bolt seal mark. Sure, it was true that those with the complete seal were, to a degree, leagues ahead of everyone else. But seal or no seal, powerful Harome sorcerers had existed for centuries on end, and it was their undying determination in the face of trying times that always determined their strength, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

On a normal day, in a normal stroll, the two hundred meters or so that stretched the village’s main street would usually take around two minutes to walk. By the time Y/N made it to walled fence of her clan’s compound, half an hour had passed.

Leaned against the gate’s entrance, with his arms crossed on his chest and an amused look on his face, her father Orokodai stood waiting for her.

“That’s a new record,” a smirk grew on his lips, “thirty minutes to walk that little stretch? You must be getting out of shape.”

Y/N let out a deep huff as she dropped the sea of food bags she was carrying to the ground. A couple more fell from her back as she relaxed her shoulders.

“Did everyone get the same memo or something that I was coming today? Because this is ridiculous,” she gestured to all the bags her neighbors had handed her on her way there.

Her father shrugged. “It’s a small village, word travels fast.”

“Yeah, especially when it’s your word,” she said as she side-eyed him.

Orokodai laughed as his daughter took a spot next to him and looked back to the busy village in the distance.

She broke the silence after a few moments. “It’s never like this.”

“It’s always like this.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Y/N could feel her father’s burning gaze on her as she tried to not break into a laugh and ruin her playful banter.

Orokodai tore his gaze away and joined her in looking back at the village. “It is. You’ve been gone for so long you probably don’t remember.”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m sure she would remember,” the voice of her mother Ayako appeared behind them, “if she hadn’t left for six months.”

A low groan escaped Y/N’s lips as her parents gathered to keep poking fun at her. Their playful gazes flickered back and forth as she leaned against the compound gate in defeat.

“Are you gonna scold me for that too? Because you’d be the fiftieth person or so to do that today.”

Her parents shared knowing looks before turning to her.

“No,” Orokodai spoke, “not when our daughter comes back alive.”

A warm glimmer invaded Y/N’s eyes as her father snaked a hand behind her neck and pulled her and her mother into an embrace.

The smell of freshly brewed tea filled their house. Afternoon sun rays stretched around the mahogany floor holding the coffee table Y/N and Orokodai were seated at in silence. Only the sound of Ayako clinking cups in the kitchen and the chirping birds outside filled the space. It was a peaceful silence. Calm, serene, not laden with any extra worry that could be expected after a long day. At least that was the case for Y/N.

Orokodai sat across from her, nervously sipping at his tea while throwing subtle expecting looks towards Ayako on the other side of the room. Ayako moved back and forth between the counter, trying her best to keep her composure as she handled the tea tray and threw the same expecting look back to her husband. Orokodai’s eyes widened at her as he pointed with his head to their daughter drinking her tea in peace, oblivious to the staring contest her parents were currently engaged in. Ayako returned the widened gaze as she shrugged and grabbed the tea tray to walk out of the kitchen. Their eyes did one last silent battle before Ayako broke the silence.

“Y/N,” she said as she stood in the middle of the living room.

Their daughter turned towards them, her relaxed state an unnerving contrast to the tension her parents held.

“Yeah?” she asked as she took another sip from her cup.

Ayako turned towards Orokodai. She gave him one last look before setting the tray down and sitting next to him.

Orokodai took a deep breath before speaking. “Do you remember what we talked about before you left?”

Y/N’s attention was set on the spoon swirling the honey she had added to her tea. “The thing, we talked about…before…I left…” her words trailed off as she fought to catch on to what they were saying.

“About the clan unions.”

Y/N lit up as she remembered. “Ah that! Yes, I remember. What about it?” She finished swirling her tea and turned her gaze to the window on her side, unfazed by her father’s statement.

A tense silence burned in the room for a moment before Ayako spoke.

“Do you still feel the same way.”

“About what?”

“About what you said.”

The sound of Y/N’s spoon clattering down echoed through the room as her gaze flew to her parents. They finally had her full attention.

It was no secret the shift happening among the four great clans. The meetings, the truces, the letting ‘bygones be bygones’ being exchanged, and everything in between. It was something almost none of them had seen before. Something they hadn’t even thought to entertain in their lifetimes. For centuries most of them had kept to their own, the hunger for power and status driving their separate ambitions to take over one another, and their pride rendering them incapable of banding together to reach their mutual interests. But as the sorcerer world kept changing, and the power imbalance between curses and sorcerers kept rising, it was obvious they had reached a point where there was no other choice. Either come together and survive or let mutually assured annihilation cloud their egos and allow the cursed spirits to overtake whatever was left of the world in the end.

There were many ways in which the clans had begun to approach their plans of uniting the great families and building connections. Group pacts, business contracts, and everything else that granted even a smidge more of mutual assurance among the clans for the foreseeable future. Despite the sudden progressive nature flourishing among the clans and the higher ups, they still weren’t so far removed to not turn to one of the oldest of traditions to complement their growing unions.

Months ago, before she had left to go on her long stretch of missions, Y/N’s parents had approached her with a hypothetical proposition. The proposition of an arranged marriage with one of the other great clans, and how she was to be in the center of it.

Orokodai and Ayako had approached the situation with an air of caution, stressing multiple times the hypothetical nature of their sudden proposal, not wanting to place a sense of finality to something that not even the other clans had fully agreed on yet. They also didn’t want to pressure their daughter into agreeing to something as big and as invasive as an arranged union could be. They owed her that much.

Through it all, in the end, once they had finished explaining the hypothetical proposition to Y/N and everything that could hypothetically come with it, it wasn’t the fact that she had complied with the whole ordeal that surprised them, but more so how quickly she had agreed to it.

Both Orokodai and Ayako shared the same sense of shock when they had heard her answer, however they fought their best to not show it. With an eerie calmness still filling their daughter as she displayed her agreement, Y/N’s parents approached her with one last hypothetical question, the last one she would hear regarding the situation before she left for her mission.

“Why?”

And so, with a clear conscious filling her brain, and an air of confidence coursing her veins, Y/N began.

At twenty-nine years old, Y/N had done her fair share of dating, at least as much as her sorcerer career had allowed her to. Between dating sorcerers and non-sorcerers, the later proved to be the hardest. Although the easier of the two to find, the constant game of deflection and lying about her line of work always had her in a constant state of worry and stress, making it difficult to establish any real kind of connection with the people she saw. They were relationships built from the very start out of a lie, which didn’t fare well with even the most casual of relationships. The emotional toll of it all was difficult enough but funny enough, more difficult it was just having to explain her physical appearance to anyone she met.

The Diamond Bolt seal mark was a permanent fixture on her face, never fading or leaving her skin. Anyone on the outside world who asked about her markings always got either the excuse that it was a quirky makeup look she had done that day, or that they were face tattoos. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

The more she had to explain herself, whether it be her physical appearance or the mystery behind her real line of work, and the more tedious dealing with follow up questions got, the more Y/N pushed herself away from interacting with anyone outside the sorcerer world.

Dating actual sorcerers was miles easier, but it also came with its cons, the first one being time. You never had time. It came with the territory of being a sorcerer, they all knew it, and while most people were understanding and tried to make things work despite it, there were others who couldn’t, and Y/N couldn’t blame them. It was difficult building anything remotely meaningful when you barely saw someone, and it was ironically just as hard even if things were casual. It didn’t matter what angle they tried it. Things inevitably always fell through despite both party’s best intentions.

If that were the worst of her problems when it came to dating sorcerers, Y/N might’ve been able to live with it. But with their line of work being such a dangerous one, one specific experience with a partner a few years ago had been enough to drive her over the edge.

They had finished a particularly difficult mission, both sustaining a nasty wound that had left them on the brink of death. Tired, alone, stuck in the outskirts of Kyoto with no back up under a pouring night. Hours passed as they bled out, Y/N with a much deeper and gaping wound than her partner. It might have been the end of the line for both had help not arrived eventually.

Despite both surviving and everything turning out fine in the end, the damage had been done. The stress, the anxiety, the trauma of it all had been enough to create too large of a strain in their relationship. Y/N had tried her best to mend things, reassure her partner that experiences like those were bound to happen, they were jujutsu sorcerers after all. But he wasn’t having it. The horrible hours that had transpired that night had been too much for him to ever have to deal with seeing her in a state like that ever again. After that, Y/N barred herself from dating altogether, and when she realized how strangely happy she was because of it, there was no going back.

Taking all of that into account, at that point in her life, an arranged marriage didn’t seem so farfetched to Y/N. In her own exercise of mental gymnastics, it made things easier.

She wouldn’t have to waste time scouting through a sea of partners, go through all the trouble of getting to know them, spend time trying to convince them to stay. In her mind, it was the only way she saw herself finding anything resembling “love” at that point. If it turned out she didn’t, at the very least she had a platonic partner for life, granted she managed to not be paired with someone horrible. Through it all, it was a one and done business, and after being through so much, it was something she desperately needed.

For as much as her desire to put an end to her chaotic love life was reason enough to accept her clan’s proposal, Y/N wouldn’t willingly give herself up for such a frivolous reason.

It had of course been one hundred and fifty years since the clan massacre. She remembered as she looked out the window. The view of the bustling village and housed field framed the area, a stark difference from what it had once been.

After reciting the same set of reasons she had mentioned months ago, Y/N turned to her parents with the same sense of confidence she had displayed the last time they had discussed the matter and gave them her final answer.

Orokodai and Ayako shared one last knowing look before breathing out.

“Well, I guess it’s settled,” Orokodai said as he got up. “I’m going to let the rest of the heads know.”

The sound of clinking cups now invaded the room as Ayako began to clean up the area.

An air of confusion hovered over Y/N as she furrowed her eyes at her parents. “Wait, aren’t you forgetting something?”

They both stopped dead in their tracks as they turned to her.

“Aren’t you going to tell me who I’m betrothed to?”

A sheepish laugh escaped Orokodai as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, to be honest, we don’t know yet.”

A beat of silence followed before Y/N reacted. “Wait, you what?!”

Her parents laughed as they resumed their tasks, letting their bewildered daughter sit in a fit of shock.

“Like I said, this was something we were all still discussing.” Orokodai said as he backtracked into the room, “we were waiting for your final answer.”

Y/N crossed her arms and playfully pouted. “You’re marrying me off to some random person and you don’t even know who it is?”

Ayako plopped down next to her and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “Isn’t the point of an arranged marriage that it doesn’t matter who it ends up being?”

Y/N got ready to counter her mother’s point, but she froze. Her lips stuttered for a few more moments trying to come up with something, but she couldn’t. She rolled her eyes as she sighed in defeat. “It would still be nice to know.”

“You’ll know soon enough.” Her father said before he walked out.

One week later, Y/N got the answer to her question.

Notes: Thank you to anyone who has stuck around so far! Next chapter is a bit more dialogue based so it will be much easier to write and hopefully not take as long to upload as this one. We'll also finally see our favorite blindfolded idiot so I'm very excited to finally get to that.

[djevelbl]

Y'all some of these quotes are WILD

"Surely, surely, surely you save me Branzy, please. Surely — su — Branzy, Branzy, Branzy you can't! Branzy you can't turn a blind ey — Branzy nooo!" JustKaboodle says, as Branzy deliberately turns to look the other way and gives her his back, meanwhile the pop-up for fucking trafficking comes on in the top right corner

Oh and talking about said trafficking, it literally went like this:

pheeabee just starts saying outta nowhere "Hey — hey Branzy, remember how like, on day one you — you promised me like, a soul?"

And Branzy just says STRAIGHT FACED: "... You want Kabs?"

"But it wasn't until day two that I was offered an opportunity at my very first crime spree" Narrator Branzy says, before being interrupted by the live footage of JHorseMC telling Live Footage Branzy "You wanna... Beat the game on a donkey?" All the while the pop up for animal endangerment appears on the top right corner--

"Is the donkey a boy or a girl?" Asks who I think is JHorseMC, before being answered by Live Footage Branzy with the gold and peak comedy phrase of: "... To be honest we haven't gotten that far in our relationship that I feel comfortable to ask yet--"

The incredible fun fact trivia tidbit of wisdom he drops with: "Now you didn't guess that Indiana Jones was a convict" as he's looting a Jungle Temple

The hilarious ramble of: "Now if anybody asks, I do not have a permit for this — or I do. This is confusing, man"

And of course, with all this talk 'bout the donkey I can't forget the best joke made off of its fucking death: JHorseMC says "Now we'll never know if it's a boy or a girl", to which Live Footage Branzy a little later answers with "Maybe we can ride the dragon instead — let's add that data pack"

Goddamnit how is he this funny

Currently rewatching Branzy and Reddoons making their Chicago Mafia dreams while married man over here does his best to break 100 laws within a Minecraft server, and I'm just considering if I wanna try to write my own post-main line COTL story

[howdoyousleep3]

Miss k hiiiiiiii hello hey 💜💜💜💜 I love your daddies so much they give me the most life ahhhh

so okay I’m a good lil southern girl although I moved away from the south and sometimes I like to let my redneck side come out and today is one of those times 😭 Im outside drinking shitty beer and listening to some old country music and uh I’m havin thots

I just wondered if you ever thought about a real country daddy steve and baby Bucky and what that might be like 😅🥵 like are they both down home country boys? Or does country boy (cowboy also acceptable) daddy steve show city baby boy a good ol country time or 🤤🤤 anyways idk if this will even tickle your fancy but like just know your daddies and babies live rent free in my head and even if you never imagine them as little country boys I doooooo okay bye ily

Ohhhhh, babey! You’re takin’ me back. Y’all know I grew up on a farm and in the country, sheesh. I have a super fucking weak and awful spot for someone that is country country, little southern garbage, ahaha. Give me the bonfires and the PBR (before it became cool and expensive?? I am beside myself lol) and the driving on backroads and giggin’ and those awful flannels with the sleeves cut off and driving way too fast down dirt roads.

Okay for full effect do listen to Big City by Merle Haggard. 🥰

I’ve thought about this kinda AU with Steve and Bucky so much. Like…so much and in all kinds of ways. It more than tickles my fancy, pumpkin. I’ve thought all about a City Boy Bucky rolling through a townsy bar on a Friday night and finding him a big ‘ol Farm Boy Steve and the two of them just falling head over ass for each other. Steve’s never seen anyone that resembles an angel on Earth until he sees those eyes and those lips upturned towards him. And Steve is everything Bucky never knew he could like, beard thick but not as thicc as those thighs and that ass, not donned in tailored suit pants, laugh boisterous, personality taking up as much space as his body does.

I’ve thought about Steve taking Bucky down by the river, teaching him how to catch a catfish with his bare hands, how to bait a hook, how to jump from the rope swing perfectly. I’ve thought about Steve teaching him how to shotgun a beer, how sweet his mama would be on Bucky and her teaching him how to make the perfect peach cobbler from scratch. I squeal inside when I think about Steve sitting there at the kitchen table watching his mama and the boy he’s sure he’s fallen in love with work together beautifully, the dopey look on his face when he takes a bite of Bucky’s warm cobbler and makes a surely inappropriate noise.

“Marry me, darlin’,” he’d joke with an underlying seriousness only he is aware of, and Bucky blushes up a storm, stammers. Steve is left with no choice but to pull Bucky into his lap and kiss him loudly on the cheek before finishing his helping and asking sweetly for another.

I’ve imagined the way they’d dance at the bar to Just Got Started Lovin’ On You, how close they’d be, all lined up together and Bucky moving so gorgeously and easily with Steve’s lead, the two of them looking so disgustingly in love. I’ve thought about the look of pride on Steve’s face when Bucky drinks a heckler right under the table, tequila simultaneously the best and worst thing to ever run through Bucky’s veins. Steve would stop Bucky from getting into a fight not shortly after his competitor concedes, wrapping Bucky up in two strong arms, mouth at his ear, eyes ablaze and wordlessly telling the other man to fuck right off or he’ll let this kitten go.

I’ve thought all about Bucky pushing at Steve, shouting about how he can walk to the truck, and then how he’d damn near topple over on his baby deer legs.

“You done bein’ a brat?” Steve would ask him.

“No. M’grown,” Bucky would huff as Steve wraps an arm around his waist and then picks him up under his knees anyway. Bucky biting him on the jaw for being right.

I’ve pictured Bucky reading to Steve out loud as they lay under a tree, sun high in the sky, hand knocking Steve’s hat off his head and playing with his hair as his head rests in Bucky’s lap. I’ve thought about Bucky explaining city life to Steve, the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple and how tall the buildings are and the job Bucky left behind. I’ve thought about the first time they fight, Steve getting up in his feels about how perfect and smart Bucky is and how he doesn’t deserve to be here with some country bumkin like him.

I’ve imagined how much it tears Steve up, seeing his sassy Buckaroo spittin’ and cryin’ because of him, how he’d let Bucky get in his face with a pointed finger and tell Steve that he better take his words back or else. He’d grab for and hold onto Bucky as he tries to run out of the kitchen and into the yard after Steve says he can’t take them back though, unable to watch Bucky leave.

(For full effect, make sure you do not listen to “Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain” by Willie Nelson, don’t do it, don’t)

I’ve imagined how their makeup sex has them both damn near in tears, how lucky Steve feels to be able to feel someone this close to his body and his heart, Bucky the prettiest thing he’s ever seen gasping there underneath him. I’ve imagined the way City Boy Bucky’s bottom lip would tremble, how his hands would run up and through Steve’s hair as he breathes, “I love you so…so much, Steve. Bubba…” right before Farm Boy Steve curses and cries and makes him come.

Oh yeah, I’ve thought all about this shit, my friend. I’ve let it consume me in full on numerous occasions. Maybe it’s because I projected and dreamt up my own little dream, hehe. Thank you for being in my inbox and for letting me pop off! I hope this is what you wanted. Lub you bunches. 💕

[wallflowerimagines]

(I'm sorry I keep sending stuff, I promise no rush) The Lords reacting to Reader in formal wear/dressing up in much nicer clothes than they're used to

Y'all, I'm sorry, but THIS HIT ME SO HARD IT BUMPED TO THE TOP OF THE LIST. Dress up time, Let's goooo

Alcina Dimitrescu

Well now, don't you look absolutely darling!

There's a good chance she gave you the outfit herself, so that's just as much of a compliment to you as it is to her own taste, but honestly? Valid. You do look amazing. Alcina knows how to dress you.

She likes you best in sharp lines and classic looks. A lot of structured tops and loose, more flowy skirts and pants. When you also make a point to accommodate her aesthetic and use her House Colors?

She knew she liked you for a reason 💕💕

Alcina also takes this opportunity to flirt with you a bit.

Compliments, compliments, compliments until you're lightheaded with the praise.

She likes to play with your hair a lot normally, but now she's also straightening the lapels of your jacket, or undoing the ribbon on your skirt to lace it up 'properly'.

She is HANDSY.

She even pulls you in front of a mirror to make comments about how good you look next to her. A real pair, wouldn't you say? Maybe you'll dress up for her a little more often...?

With attention like this, I don't know how you'd say no...

Donna Beneviento

Oh, you like to dress up? You like to dress up and you didn't tell Donna?

She's taking this as a personal insult.

(Big Miette vibes 😠)

Angie cackles, because you're in for it now. All the dolls in the Manor have been a victim of Lady Beneviento's dress up moods at one time or another, now it's your turn!

Donna ushers you into a little room, tosses a bunch of different outfits in behind you, and tells you not to come out until you've changed. It's the most passionate you've seen her about anything.

She's given you dresses, suits, kilts, skirts, saris, pants, you name it, all in different styles, but all of it is in your size?

Turns out, Donna has been making clothes for you in her spare time. She didn't know what you liked, so she just...made everything?

You pick out something you're comfortable with and step out of the room, and Donna makes a happy little squeak noise.

YOU LOOK GREAT❤️❤️❤️!!! And it's something she made for you, so that makes it extra special!

Could you...try on something else for her? Maybe? 👉👈

(With a resigned sigh, you go back into the room. Looks like you have to cancel your afternoon plans...)

Salvatore Moreau

Respectfully, 👀👀👀

Moreau looooves you getting all dressed up. You don't have to, but you did! He's so flattered that you showed up at the reservoir in something so fancy. The fact that you think he's worth the effort is just... so nice!!!

He wishes he could host you somewhere other than his rinky dink little house, but he'll make the best of it!

(He also wishes he had something of his own that was even just a little bit fancy. If the both of you dressed up he could almost call this a date...)

His favorites to see on you are loose, airy silks or comfortable, soft textures. It's so delicate, it feels like a perfect fit for you!

He also loves the way the wind goes through it, it makes you look like a painting ❤️

Because he's going on and on about it, and he's so obviously enamored with the idea of feeling of it between his fingers, you let him touch your outfit. He puts his hand on it, letting out little appreciative noises, when suddenly his fingers press down a little bit, making the fabric slide gently against your skin and--uh--

😳

Salvatore needs a minute. Maybe even a long swim.

Karl Heisenberg

Well shit, now he has to mess you up! 😔

You do look very nice, and Karl will definitely give you a little wolf whistle in appreciation, but he is also a gremlin with very little impulse control. You're getting a noogie, do not attempt to resist.

Smack his hands away all you like, but the minute you let your guard down, Heisenberg will mess with a part of your outfit. He'll undo your tie, pop open a button, steal a piece of jewelry, just make a general menace of himself. If you really complain, he'll stop and apologize, but he's satisfied since you look a little less formal.

Actually... Something about you dressed to the nines but with your hair all ruffled and a big grin on your face, uh... Kind of does it for him?

Like, he was the one who popped open the button on your jacket and made it fall open. He was the one who snapped the strap on your dress and gave you that mark on your skin. He made you breathless from laughter with his comments on your 'fancy schmancy' outfit.

You were so put together, and he made you just a little bit undone.

...Karl shakes off his blush and throws an arm around your shoulder. These are thoughts for later.

[wornoutmouse]

Cow Endeavor

Don't ask no questions you don't want answered. Either way, i have no answers for you. I cried while writing this

Praise kink, male lactation (🙃 say something i dare you) farm au, y'all know i love my breeding kink.

You were a simple farm hand. Every morning you'd wake up, feed the animals, and water the crops. It was your job to make sure everything was in order and working properly. In the essence of things working properly, that meant you had to take care of the farm's prized cow, Enji.

You weren't sure how or when he got here, he had just always been there. What you do know was that his performance in producing milk was so great that he had become the pinnacle for your farm, a mascot even. A cow that could make milk without even needing to be bred.

So it's understandable the panic everyone went into when their prized cow stopped producing his prized milk. "I just don't understand, he just had a calf but there's not even milk for hj., we had to result to bottle feeding!"

You pat Keigo's back reassuringly, "It's going to be okay, have you ever considered that maybe he's just too old now?" Takami's face paled, "You're right, what if our poor Endeavor has run his course?!" He then grips the front of your overalls and gazes you with a look that pierces your soul.

"You have to fix this, if they find out he's no longer making milk, you know what they'll do to him!" You nodded, retirement for farm animals was never fun, they'd either try to force his glands to make milk with dangerous chemically induced hormones, or it would be off to the chopping block.

So now, standing in front of Enji's stall, you take a deep breath to steady yourself. Though his primary caretaker, you had never seen Enji in person so this would be either overwhelming or underwhelming.

Opening the swinging doors, you stand amazed. It may be called a stall but it was nothing less than a renovated room. There was, of course, a wooden trough where his hay and water was, but there was also a nice bed for him and even a damn vanity with a 6ft tall mirror.

"Are you the butcher?" You jump and swivel your head around. There standing at a whopping 6,11, was the prized Enji.

His blue eyes were cold as they glared down at you, and if you hadn't seen his massive pecs, you would have confused him for a bull.

"Uh, no I'm not. I guess you could say I'm going to be your doctor today." Enji rolled his eyes and walked past you. He sits on his bed and for a moment, you saw a look of sadness etched in his scared face. A reminder of a past problem.

"Look I'd recommend you replace me with Touya, he can't do it as often but the quality in milk is just as good. I only ask that you allow little Shouto to sleep with him here, he gets terrible nightmares when he's alone."

You cursed your bleeding heart as you were two sentences from crying. Shouto was his most recent calf,, not even old enough to graze, yet he was far away from his mother where he should be, sucking and carefree.

"Well I hope it doesn't come to that, can you get comfortable?"

Enji lays on his back, sinking into the soft bed below him. You step out the stall and grab your bag of tools. You walk up to Enji and feel your face warm as he looks back at you. His face remained stoic as he watched your hands maneuver the bag clamps.

You let out a loud shriek as a warm hand envelopes your left breast. "If you were a cow, I'm sure you'd make excellent milk." You laugh awkwardly before breaking into a coughing fit as Enji releases you.

"Thanks, could you remove your top for me?" Enji sits up and does as you ask and you balk at how much bigger his chests were when released. "Mommy milkers." You whisper to yourself, catching Enji's attention. "What did you say?"

"Nothing!" You put your stethoscope in your ears, and hold the circle piece to his chest, uttering small apologies when he hisses at the cool temperature. You do the normal required check up before moving to the current task at hand.

You start to put on your latex gloves but it's stopped by Enji shading his head. "I don't like the way they feel." So with your bare hands, you examine his chest.

First you massage the skin around his nipple to try to coax some milk out. With no luck, you decide to pay attention to the actual nipples balancing from prodding to pinching them. "Normally when things like this happen it means that something could be blocking the exit." Enji huffed, "Why won't you people accept that I'm just old?!"

You ignore him and continue. You feel around the swell of his breasts and push inwards with two fingers. At that, you faintly catch the sight of his pink buds being coated with clear shiny liquid. Enji's face warmed at the feeling of it dripping down the valley of his chest.

"See, what did I tell you!? It just needed a little coaxing!" You press and prod more trying to coax a consistently white spurt of milk but soon run dry. Enji's face was completely red and sweat had accumulated on his brow. He was internally thankful for the pants he requested as an embarrassingly large bulge was present just below the fabric.

"S-See all that was just a shadow of what I once was." You flick his nip and shake your head, promptly missing how his eyes gently rolled back at the feeling. "Calm down edge lord. I think you need a constant force, I'm going to go get Shouta and see if he can suck more out and hopefully shift whatever is blocking."

You stand up and give Enji a reassuring smile. Rising into a panic, Enji grabbed your forearm, "Don't bring him!" You pout your lips, "Well who do you want me to bring?"

Enji grits his teeth, he didn't want any of his calves to see him in such a state, but he knew this was an opportunity for him to stay at the farm a little while longer. Gently, you feel yourself being tugged.

You trip over yourself, slightly leaning over Enji which gave him the perfect opportunity to cradle the back of your head. He says nothing as he holds you closer, and it wasn't until you saw his flushed face, that you realised what he wanted.

"E-Enji, I don't think this is appropriate I-" Enji wastes no time before pressing his hardened nipple into your partially open mouth. Your protest is muffled as he pressed your face closer. His eyes closed tightly as your warm breath fans over his cool skin.

Soon you realise that you were not going to be let go anytime soon. You reposition yourself the best he would allow you before closing your eyes as well, and sucking gently. Enji lets out a sigh that reverberated down his body.

You let out a muffled exclamation as you feel a warm liquid

flow into your mouth. It was thicker than the clear liquid you saw before, bittersweet and addicting without any additives. It was easy to see how Enji had become the prized cow.

Enji's grip slackened when he felt you relax against him, but you barely noticed as you became enraptured in the taste of his milk. In a strange way, suckling from him felt almost intimate in a maternal way.

Despite your innocent feelings, Enji found himself becoming aroused at the sight of you enjoying him. In all his years of work, he had never seen someone, besides his calves, drink his product.

"D-Do you like it?" You hum around him and he had to clench his teeth so he wouldn't release any sounds. You find yourself getting pliant in his arms, becoming more focused on getting more of the psweet liquid.

You soothingly lave your tongue around his nipple and Enji can't help but let out a small moan. His dick was painfully hard in his cotton pants and there was only so much he could take.

You remove yourself from him with a wet pop, before applying a kiss to his swollen bud. Rather high off happy chemicals, you stand shakily to your feet. Enji had drool and small dribbles of milk spurting from the unattended side of his chest. "You were so good for me Enji. I'm sure this will get you up and running in no time!"

With that, you utter a quick "thank you" and walk away, missing the large splotch of cum leaking from the fabric crotch of Enji's pants.

🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄

It was 3 weeks before you saw Enji again. And you don't deny that you were avoiding him. What you did was beyond inappropriate and uncalled for. You should have pulled away and called for one of his calves.

But avoiding your job is just as easy as it sounds.

"Hey y/n, Enji thinks he's running dry again. Even though there seems to be nothing wrong when the machine mills him, I think you should go check and make sure." You stiffen and shovel a mouthful of lettuce into your mouth.

"If there's nothing wrong, I have no reason to go. Besides why can't you do it." Keigo looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "He requested you specifically." You feel your chest flutter with an unknown emotion and you quickly finish your lunch to avoid any conversation.

You enter Enji's stall the next day and watch silently as he immediately removes his shirt. Ever since your first meeting, his chests had doubled in size since the milk had finally been allowed to move freely. The sight of them excited you, and you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

You sit in a small chair next to Enji's bed and examine his swollen breasts. Even the slightest touch caused milk to spill forth and it became hard to ignore. "You're not really starting to dry up are you?"

Enji sighs before sitting up. "Ever since that day I couldn't get you out of my head." You tilted your head confused as Enji cups his breasts before trailing his large hands down his stomach to his crotch before gripping his obvious manhood.

"Enji this is going beyond inappropriate." The large man made a sound that was a cross between a desperate whine and a grunt similar to that of a bull. "Don't deny that you like it too, I saw the look on your face." You lowered your head unable to look at his eyes.

Thoughts mulled over in your head about what type of punishment you could receive from possibly contaminating merchandise. Would the milk be different? People have been sending letters about how much sweeter Enji's milk has gotten.

Ah, but the thought of Enji's sweet sustenance on your tongue made your mouth water. Enji hid a small smirk as he saw you finally make up your mind. He had missed you since your last encounter, he spent nights thinking of you as his tits swelled with milk.

You untie your work apron and toss it on the stool before straddling Enji's thick legs. In the back of your mind, the logistics of his height and weight made your shiver at the thought of his cock.

Enji brings you in for a kiss and the rather off putting taste of oats and spring grass floods your senses as your tongues intertwine. You use your hands to massage his breasts and feel your front become warm as you subsequently squeeze out some of his milk.

You place hurried kisses along his jaw as you make your way to the true treasure. The sweet taste of his milk overrides your morning meal and you are baffled by how different it was from last time.

Enji, no longer feeling shy, let out a groan as he holds your head close to him. His free hand pulls his leaking cock out and strokes it in time with your rough tongue as you press it against his sensitive bud.

"Harder my little flower." You sigh with contentment at the nickname and do as ordered. You feel Enji flex below you and you take pride in it.

You scoot your lower body closer to his groin and rock your hips against him. The feeling of your denim pants against his throbbing cock was almost too much yet too little.

"Please, let me be inside you." You raise your head to look at him and Enji almost coos at the milky dribble rolling out the corner of your mouth. You were such a small thing, needed to be fed, needed to be protected and most importantly, needed to be bred.

Dazed, you shimmy off your pants and underwear and grind your hips. "B-Be gentle okay?" You were trembling on top of him and it was absolutely adorable. "Of course my flower."

In the corridor Keigo was making his way towards Enji's stall. It had been beyond the recommended time for an examination so he was coming to see what was taking you so long.

As he comes upon the door, the sound of whining fills his ears. "Just a little bit longer, flower." His eyes widen and he takes four steps away from the stall door. "You sly fox y/n fraternizing with the produce." Keigo shakes his head in disapproval before shrugging with a small grin.

"None of my business."

The feeling of fullness was strange and uncomfortable. Enji was not long whatsoever, that was another characteristic that set him apart from the bulls. But he was thick to the point where you knew you'd have to work extra hard to accommodate him.

"You're doing so well for me flower." You rub your face against his bosom and resume drinking from him. The taste of his milk was therapeutic and before you knew it, he was thrusting fluidly inside of you.

The thickness of his shaft rubbed just right against your g-spot. The feeling of your soft lips alternating between each nipple, made Enji speed up his menstruations for he could no longer contain his pleasure.

He was sad that he couldn't bring you to completion as well but that can always be saved for next time. The feeling of his semen filling you felt just as amazing as the milk flooding your mouth and you clenched tightly around him.

🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄🐄

"It's not funny Keigo!" "Really? I think it's hilarious." You groan as you cradle your slightly protruding belly. You should have seen it coming, and subconsciously, you weren't surprised to see two pink lines on the pregnancy test that you took 4 months ago.

Now at 7 months and obviously showing, Keigo took the opportunity to bring up the fact that he was there when your new child was consummated therefore reserved the right to be it's godfather.

Telling Enji the news went scarily smooth as the cow bastard only replied with, "Of course you are pregnant, I'm the sire." Followed by him asking to try your milk as well, so he could critique. All his calves, now yearlings, seemed to take the news just fine and only seemed excited to pick baby names.

"Look, all I'm saying is, don't come crying when little junior starts asking about the family business." You groan as the dirty blond man continues his jokes. A small content smile is present on your face.

[mugi-chan]

❞700 Follower special~!❝

ლ  Tea order: Everyone: Falling in love & confessing 

ლ  Warnings: None!

ლ Tea shop notes:   Ahhh i’m so sorry for not posting anything in a really long time. APChem is biting me in the butt, I hope you all understand and I can make it up with y'all. THANK YOU ALL FOR 700+ FOLLOWERS ꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡ I appreciate all of you so much and I can’t wait to share all these lovely orders to all! 

Ace: 

Ace falling in love is super cheesy, he would stare at you from afar and would always get blushy when he gets caught. One day he was watching you take care of the rose garden with him and you happened to look up meeting his eyes. He got embarrassed and kept tending to the garden.  

It’s very fast when he realizes he’s in love, it happens like he’s just laying on his bed late at night and oh crap (y/n) keeps popping into his mind. Reflecting more on those thoughts he gets the realization that he’s in love. 

He would immediately tell Grim and Deuce about this and they would be teasing him about it. Poor boy he’s just a blushing mess he doesn’t know what to do. He may consult his brother about it and of course being the younger sibling he would be teased about it not just from his brother but from his family as well.

Deuce: 

This poor boy doesn’t know what to do with feelings. No one ever liked him back in Middle school and romance type of movies wasn’t his cup of tea so having to understand his own feelings is hard.

He may ask Trey about this since Trey just radiates Big Brother/ Mother energy. Trey would try his best but at the end all Trey said was “You have to express your feelings in your own way. If you allow someone else to express your feelings for you then it’s no longer your own feelings it’s that person's feelings” 

That really resonated with Deuce and he took things into his own hands. He looked up on the internet on how to work his feelings out and confess. If all comes to fail there are always two people he can always ask. 

His mother and Grandma were ecstatic to hear that Deuce started to like someone and would gladly help him with his feelings and how to confess. 

Riddle:

Riddle isn’t used to feelings; his own mother denounces his own feelings and he doesn’t know how to control his feelings (sniff sniff him overblotting). So when feelings of love started to creep in he was very confused. Ew what is this feeling???? Go away….

Cater would be the first person he might go to about this strange feeling. Cater was a little confused on how Riddle was describing his feelings. That was until Trey overheard and told Riddle that those are feelings of love. Love? What is love? Riddle doesn’t know what love is or how to deal with love. 

Oh boy there were sparkles in Cater’s eyes as he set Riddle down in the heartslabyul lounge and pulled out his phone and typed in some websites. Trey came in seeing Cater getting all excited showing Riddle how to swoon over this said person. Trey just shook his head with a small smile and properly told Riddle how to 1 handle his feelings and 2 how to confess his feelings. 

Ace and Deuce would be watching over the corner trying to see what the commotion is. Ace and Deuce would put their two senses in but it's just really corny and cheesy romance stuff they saw in a movie once.

Trey:

Trey and his feelings are pretty much two different people. Trey himself is someone who is kind and caring while his feelings are all over the place. It was just one night where he was laying in his bed and oh crap his feelings crept when he started to think about you. Ah so this is what love feels like? 

Trey would go on his day like nothing was wrong but soon all he can think about is you. Cater would notice this change as well and will tease the crap out of Trey over this. Trey would just brush off Cater while trying to handle his feelings. Riddle overheard all of this and would try to help his childhood friend but would fail miserably since he has no idea what love is, and that’s okay! 

Soon it was too much to where Trey would straight up go to you and confess. No more thinking, just love.

Cater:

Cater was just scrolling through magicam when he noticed that you posted something. Immediately Cater liked and commented on how cute you looked! Of course this was nothing at first but after stalking your magicam profile for a bit it hit him like a magicshift disk that he was falling in love. 

But what should he do? Easy, just flirt your way till you feel confident enough to confess. He may ask Trey a favor or two to help him in his feelings but Trey would give the same advice he gives to everyone when asked about feelings. 

Cater may text his sisters and ask about it but that may just turn into a no since his sisters would just tease him to oblivion, and he would never hear the end of it. So sisters are out of the picture and the family is also out of the picture since his parents would just tell his sister about it. 

So all and all Cater is on his own and honestly he got this.

Leona:

Leona never really dwells into his own feelings of love. It’s kind of like “oh it’s there cool” he’s very much someone who doesn’t show any special treatment to someone they like. Only on rare occasions were he would give you some special treatment. Like demand for naps from you as he quotes “you are the only one who isn’t annoying” 

Ruggie might catch on what Leona is doing and would lightly tease him but would back off when Leona would threaten him. 

If he’s really “bored” he would just straight up tell you and would just kind of go “Oy herbivor are you free this weekend, good meet me at the lounge at 7” that’s it just straight up say “go on a date with me” and be done with it.

Ruggie:

Ruggie really doesn’t have time to dwell on love and relationships as 1) he’s busy with his dorm and taking care of Leona 2) he has family back home to take care so thinking on feelings of love isn’t something he thinks often. 

But one day it just hits him like a magic shift disk and now he has these feelings for you. He would try to ignore it but sometimes it would be just too much for him and he just has to deal with it. Even when doing basic vice dorm head duties all he can think is you and you only. 

Ruggie would absolutely not talk to Leona about it since Leona would just fall asleep on him. Jack on the other hand is a better choice, since Jack may know a thing or two coming from a very loving family. Jack would give some advice or two but can’t really help Ruggie in any way. 

So it’s just up to Ruggie and Jack’s advice to get these lovey dovey feelings out there and to you. 

Jack:

Jack is someone who has no idea what he’s doing and would go straight to his family for help. His younger siblings would give him advice but the advice are just straight up “tell her how you feel and give her this! (hands over a juice box)” His parents on the other hand would tell how they confess to each other and see if that helps him in any way. 

He may also ask Ruggie since Ruggie just radiates big brother energy, and Ruggie would just give examples he saw back home and how he would do it. It wasn’t much help but any help is welcome for Jack. 

Jack would probably keep his feelings in for so long till it’s too much and he does what his parents do when they confess to each other. Simple,sweet, and sincere.

Azul:

It hits Azul so hard that he would be stuck in this cycle of “I don’t like (y/n), Oh gosh I like (y/n), no I love (y/n)” it’s very “fun” to see for Jade and Floyd seeing Azul go through this cycle of I don’t like them but I love them. 

Azul would be so awkward and not know what to do and needs help. The twins are out of the picture because they wouldn’t even help him unless they get something in return. The other Dorm heads wouldn’t really care except probably Riddle and Idia. Idia! He reads so much magna and watches so much anime he should definitely know how to confess to someone. When told this Idia’s eyes lit up as he ran to his manga shelf and pulled like over 20 manga books and set them down in front of Azul. Idia would show Azul his favorite confession scenes and help Azul craft the perfect confession. I don’t think Idia did this because he wants Azul to be happy. I think he did this so he can talk about his favorite manga and anime without someone thinking it’s weird. 

After all that Azul would have a perfect confession planned out and just have to execute it without embarrassing himself. Which will be hard….

Jade:

Jade would completely ignore his feelings of love till it consumes him. He has an image he has to uphold and breaking it could mean not business for the mostro lounge. But once the feelings consume him he would really have to deal with it. 

Even though he has his twin brother and his childhood friend he could go to he wouldn’t do it. Why? Well 1) Floyd would not take it seriously and think of it as a game while 2) Azul would take this as an opportunity to make a contract with Jade. So who could he ask for help? Well maybe other vice dorm heads who he considered a “friend” and that would just be Trey. Trey told Jade the same thing he tells his fellow dorm mates “You have to express your feelings in your own way. If you allow someone else to express your feelings for you then it’s no longer your own feelings it’s that person's feelings” That helped Jade so much. No more asking for help he would just have to do it on his own. 

He would most likely build a really cute terrarium for you and confess in a really sweet but lowkey scary way. 

Floyd:

Floyd would have mixed feelings about everything. Love? Bleegh too many “feelings” , but if he ever gets that feeling of love he would be so confused and disgusted. Like “ew what is this feeling? It’s like nice but weird” 

He would immediately go to Jade and Azul for help, Jade would make Azul promise not to form contracts over this and Azul agress. After all that “no contracts to Floyd, Azul '' they would give him the most honest answer and tell him the most popular way to confess and how to do it. There was a lot of training and preparation for this moment and once Floyd feels comfortable he would put it into action. 

His confession is fiery and passionate and showed another side of floyd no one other than Jade and Azul has ever seen.

Kalim:

Kalim is so love struck when he catches feelings. All he talks about is “(y/n) this (y/n) that” to the point where it’s annoying but sweet. 

He would immediately ask Jamil for help and Jamil would reluctantly agree. Kalim and Jamil would form a perfect way of confessing to you and Kalim would pretty much get his whole dorm involved. After getting so much hyped from his own dorm he’s bouncing with excitement really excited to see your reaction to all of this. 

It was a grand parade in your honor and Kalim would go the extra mile to make it so memorable when he confessed. Poor Jamil would have to make sure Kalim didn’t hurt himself anywhere as he was dancing between legs of elephants and dancing with the peacocks.

Jamil:

Jamil is already really busy with Scarabia and Kalim to focus on himself and his personal feelings. It was one night where he finally got a chance to relax where he reflexes on his feelings. Realizing most of the thoughts was about you, confused Jamil would go more and more on this thought and a crush and feelings for you developed. 

Jamil would absolutely not ask Kalim for help because as soon as Kalim hears about it he would tell the whole world. Which Jamil did not want AT ALL, so he’s going solo on this. He would scan through the internet on ways to confess and one of them is cook/bake their favorite food. 

So that’s what he did, he confessed to you through food. A simple and sweet gesture that would definitely win anyone's heart because 1) it’s Jamil’s cooking and 2) it’s jamil.

Vil:

Being a model and Magicam influence means being in a relationship is pretty much out of the question as you may get “distracted” and work to your full potential. That’s what at least Vil told himself a few months ago but look where we are. Our magicam influencer has caught feelings for a simple person who he thought “wasn’t worth his time” 

He would demand Rook and Epel to help him get rid of these “feelings” so he can go back to work. Rook would be over the moon to help while Epel would be a little reluctant but really excited to help since this is tea that he couldn’t experience back home.  They would help with a very extravagant confession at the most romantic spot in the dorm (Pomefiore is prepared for anything romantic wise) 

Although Rook and Epel planned this extravagant confession, Vil went to a very sweet yet simple confession. Holding your hands and spill out of his feelings for you hoping you reciprocate his feelings.

Rook:

Rook and love go hand in hand, he would be so distracted from his vice dorm head duties and would pretty much focus on you. This would annoy Vil so much because how is he supposed to rule his dorm without his trusty and “loyal” advisor.  

Vil would order Epel to help Rook with his problem so he can get back to vice dorm head duties. Which Epel of course reluctantly agrees to but secretly Epel was really excited. Rook would think of a million ideas to confess to you which Epel would have to get Rook to narrow it down since you can only confess once before it becomes bleh. But Rook wasn’t listening so Epel just had to get Vil to get rook to narrow his ideas to maybe one or two. Which Rook agreed since it is Vil and he’s pretty much a simp for Vil. 

Rook’s confession is very sweet and romantic like straight out of a movie and would be something that the main character would get. Rook really made you feel like the main character.

Epel:

Epel believes having a “Crush” isn’t manly till he gets one. Oh boy this boy can’t talk straight to you without stuttering or blushing. Vil and Rook would see this and swoop in to “help” Epel in his situation. 

Rook and Vil would come up with different ways ranging from a way that a girl would confess, to a mainly hunter-ish way to confess to someone. It was overwhelming to say the least and Epel still had no idea what to do. Epel would also ask his friends but gets nothing since Ace isn’t really a lady’s man, Deuce never had anyone like him before, Jack is intimidating so no one really talks to him, and Sebek is… well Sebek. After everything fails Epel just listens to Jack and does what Jack advises.

And that confession was so sweet and cute that it would melt anyone’s heart. He’s so cute and the blush on his face is so cute.

Idia:

Idia never goes out often so catching feelings is hard, and yet he still got them. It’s super weird but he doesn't ignore those feelings. 

He would call Ortho and Azul to his room for help, azul advice sounded like a business deal and that’s an absolute no no for Idia the last thing Idia needed to remember is his family business. Ortho’s advice made more sense, you watched a lot of manga and anime why don’t you use those for reference. Idia loved that idea so much that his confession was pulled straight from the manga itself. 

When Idia confessed it was so awkward he couldn’t do it the first time and chicken out. After being pushed back to do it again by the octavinelle trio he would confess again and this time he would succeed. His confession was pulled straight from the manga and is super cheesy yet sweet and loving. 

Sebek:

Sebek wanting to be the best servant to Malleus would lock up his feelings and not let them consume him. Yet somehow you were like the prince in sleeping beauty and got through the spiked vines. 

Sebek would immediately ask lilia and his friends for help because this poor boy has no idea what he is doing. Lilia would give the most cheesiest way to confess to someone but hey it’s better than nothing, Malleus has no idea what love really is so he can’t help and Silver is well… asleep as usual. So once Diasomnia isn’t going to help him he would go to his friends which shocked them since when did Sebek have feelings for anyone other than Malleus?! But they would gladly help, as proven before that the 1st year squad have no idea what their doing this shows even more prominent. Like they would try to think how Sebek can confess but in a “Sebek way” if he knows what that even means. Soon he would get just too frustrated and just do it on his own. 

His confession is awkward and simple, but it did get the message through and it was a surprise to see another side of Sebek that no one else has ever seen. Oh and don’t forget all the letters that you have collected due to Sebek sending you so many letters.

Silver:

Silver is someone who would conceal his feelings really well, he wouldn’t tell anyone till he actually needed help. 

And when that time came he would ask his father for help, but Lilia’s tips weren’t really “relavent” to the time. Malleus would over hear this and sit to listen as well, mid way of lilia telling him all the possibilities to confess Silver just went zzZ. Malleus would notice this but not Lilia, so being the good dorm head he wants to be he would write down what lilia was saying and hand it to Silver later. When Silver woke up he saw a note next to him was a step by step instruction on how to confess the “Valley of thorns” way. 

Which is exactly what he did since it is his home and if the heir to the throne says so then he shall put it into action. Yes as you may think it was very cheesy and old timey but it was very adorable to see Silver confess. 

Lilia:

Ahh yes the old man himself after living through 1,000’s of years he would know a thing or two about love right? Yeah outdated love, like all of that was years and years ago some of those confessing techniques are now considered cheesy. 

Since everyone considered the old confession cheesy Lilia had to go to someone who would know how to confess to someone the “modern” and “hip” way. That someone was Cater, always glued to his phone he would most likely know a thing or two. Luckily for Lilia he did! Cater would pull up all the new and trendy ways to confess to someone which gave Lilia so many ideas that he crafted the most perfect yet trendy way to confess to someone. All he had to do is put it into action. 

His confession was exactly how Cater told him to do it. It was very extravagant and very up with the time. You wonder how Lilia who is over 1,000+ years old knows something this relevant ??

Malleus:

Everyone is either scared or hates Malleus so when shows even little of love to Malleus he would hold and protect it at all cost. All in his mind is his love for you and it would consume his head like overgrown vines surrounding a castle. 

To get these overgrown vines to bloom to beautiful flowers he would need help, which luckily for him he has a Guardian (lilia), a ward (silver), and a bodyguard (sebek) to help him. They would all gladly help as finally the mighty Malleus Draconia may find love. Lilia would pull out a thick and dust heavy book to help guide them on their journey, it was just a book full of ancient courting ways that the previous royals have done. Silver would try to stay awake but would fall asleep so much. While Sebek would sit all mumble something along the lines of “I wish that was me” “I want to help the young master”. After much consoling he practiced and hon on the success of this confession. 

His confession was straight out of the textbook and to him he believed it was still “trendy” today. Ahh but his soft side would win anyone’s heart anyway, a side no one except you have seen.

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[roseandbee]

Love on Tour St Louis

So let me preface this by a quick rundown:

I'd been avoiding previous concert videos to give myself a bit of surprise and haven't watched any from this one (yet!)

I have visual problems and some memory issues so if I didn't catch something or misremember something, sorry

I've been to two Live on Tour shows (2018)

In case you missed it- no concert photos or videos here but if you don't mind, keep reading. If you do, please just skip!

Should I do this by setlist or my random memory order?? Lol so my view:

Treat People with Kindness was everything I wanted it to be- everyone just going fuck it and dancing. The energy of it was awesome. Combining it with WMYB and an up-tempo Canyon Moon was sheer genius in terms of instant dance party, which is exactly what you want at a concert, right? I think I got second and third winds by osmosis (I...do not generally have that much energy all at once but it was palpable). I happened to catch the entirety of The Sunglasses during WMYB, and it was the best. H caught them and I think we had a brief mind meld of something like "Covid? But. Elton. Fuck it! Yassss" I was lucky enough to have the perfect view of The Pose with the flag aloft, boa and sunglasses framing that gleeful proud face. Beautiful.

Woman, Carolina, and Only Angel: full respect to them adding to the overall dance party. Woman seemed especially even better with the new band. Carolina had awesome trippy imagery and was a total blast. Only Angel had the pride flags flying, which got me a little emo, ngl, but didn't slow me down. Truly ty H for not putting those three together as well bc I would have collapsed, y'all.

Adore You- I adore you. Missed opportunity call-out @ Harry for not reading the fish joke sign before/after this one. Peculiar choice 😉

Bookending with Golden and Kiwi, respectively, were perfect choices. Golden kicked the concert off just as well as it did the album, and Kiwi left us not wanting to stop the party. The band continuing so long after Harry exited was perfect. Pretty sure that adrenaline was responsible for me staying up as long as I did after I finally got home, not to mention just keeping my energy up long enough for me to get home safely, period.

Two Ghosts/Falling hit me just as hard as the sheer idea of it did. The only way to make it even better (worse) would be to relive the music videos. (Also fuck me for not checking the screens?? Did we get anything on those? I was so focused on not crying I didn't see).

Watermelon Sugar had me repeating the silly joke to myself that if you don't know the words just sing "Watermelon" over and over bc my ears decided to pop around then and to begin with I didn't know what tf was happening but I thought it was WS intro. (Y'all be smarter than me and remember to bring earplugs if you need them). Ahem. I then tried to hurt my throat singing along. I don't think I was alone in that. As it should be.

Let's keep with the fruit. Cherry! Was! Beautiful! More trying to hurt my throat. Excellent. A fan near me had a mask with cherries on it and I saw others here and there with cherries and other fruit (tastefully done- if you didn't, sorry my mind bleach took over).

Harry started Sunflower Vol. 6 with the alien noises, and I lost it y'all. And then he had us join in, except I was grinning and giggling too much. Awkward silly Harry is the best. The. Best. Boop boop boop boop. Missed opportunity call-out @ me for forgetting to wear my sunflower pin. Sigh. Next time?

She. She was perfection, from the note changes to the soulful delivery to the pride flags I saw in the crowd. And let's just give an extra special mention to Mitch and the guitar solo. Like. Bless whatever person or force made it so he faced my side of the crowd so I could properly experience that brilliance. I have been in love with that solo since I first heard it on the album, and live was something I will never forget. I don't even know what I was doing exactly while he played but I was very happy to find I wasn't remotely alone in thunderously cheering his performance when it was over.

Fine Line. God. What can I even say. Ethereal? Healing? Beautiful? Pick another adulating adjective ? The title track never disappoints.

Sign of the Times. So H messed up slightly iirc at the beginning but I didn't even care bc so did I! Lol I've gotten too used to the album version again. Harry finished strong though, and it was beautiful as always. I'll repeat my wish that it never leaves the setlist.

Lights Up. Okay I saved my fave of the night for last. It was just extra special hearing those words sung live, and singing it with that many people was extra cathartic and healing. I think a lot of us sung that with our whole chest- we're not ever going back.

I want to be an old lady with a walker still swaying and trying to hit those notes while H is still up there dancing and doing gorgeous note changes, and I feel blessed to have gotten this chance again to witness the force that is that beautiful soul on stage. Thank you to anyone and everyone who helped me get there and/or helped me enjoy it!

Special mention to some fans (in no particular order):

As mentioned- the person with the fish joke! I can't totally remember how it went but it was pretty punny

I'm pretty sure I saw another punny joke up front but I couldn't read it- I still appreciate you!!

The person with the sign saying "You make this feel like home" - 🥺💕

Everyone with variations on simply "I love you" & "Welcome" & the like just made me happy

Everyone who gave special shout-out's to the band!! I think I saw a mention for all of them in various signs plus I appreciate that I saw no one leave until they left bc they all brought it just as hard as Harry and seemed happy to do so

Everyone who wore sequins (magpie hours-I appreciate you)

The fan(s) who got those glorious sunglasses on stage!! Iconic

Everyone celebrating their birthday but cheers especially to the one celebrating "in Style" bc okay well played (and imma assume you meant that fully innocently)

Absolutely everyone showing their pride - for Harry and for themselves - bless us all for bringing the love to Love on Tour

[sultryvodka]

𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙚! 𝙖𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨 | 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 - 𝙢𝙖𝙮 4𝙩𝙝

warnings: mild swearing, mildly suggestive (if you squint lol)

| armin - colt - eren - jean - porco |

armin arlert

• i think most, if not all of us, agree that armin looks like the type to get all flustered with PDA & shy away from his emotions --- HOWEVER.

• rather than being all over you, he finds himself most comfortable with holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your shoulders.

• he wouldn't mind you being clingy though 👀

• would occasionally place a gentle peck on your forehead, cheeks & his personal favorite; the palm of your hands.

• you guys' dates would mostly end up being in a library, café & restaurants with a nice warm atmosphere.

• i bet he would be the kind of guy to take you to the beach whenever you're stressed out in hopes of calming you down.

• gets very defensive when his friends tease you, if a man could bark his friends away, it's armin arlert.

• this lad over here would establish a routine with you (with your consent & opinions ofc)

• mondays to friday mornings are centered on school, you guys do your own thing at school & walk you home while making sure to stop by a convenience store for snacks, assuming that you guys don't live together yet.

• both of you make it a point to check on one another to make sure you guys aren't wearing yourselves out.

• which leads me to the conclusion that your parents grew very fond of him & treats him more like their child

• when you guys are having a sleepover, this whole lowkey facade of his takes a 180 and the second you reach the bedroom he'll shower you with cuddles and kisses.

• you would watch movies (mostly rom-com just bc armin makes it work okay) tucked in a warm futon with popcorn and candies between you two.

• armin strikes me as a very studious guy and he does this to ensure you guys' future together ^-^

• all in all armin cares about you so much and he doesn't mind being vulnerable to you. he is your safe haven, and so are you to him.

colt grice

• okay can we talk about how this perfect man deserves some more attention

• colt, my man, gives me disney's prince florian vibes. the soft-spoken, kind-hearted, & just an absolute dream.

• he's the kind of guy to take you to the park, a greenhouse, & WORKSHOPS!!!

• given the idea that he is in fact a shy little baby, he is actually pretty active with you. every date you guys have is different. mans has a quest planned out for y'all.

• at school i think that you might be the one to initiate skinship. doesn't have to be kisses on the lips, it's more of gently trailing your index on the back of his hand or rubbing a hand on his forearm when he gets a little anxious.

• the type to peek through your classroom's door because bubba's too shy to ask someone to call for you 🤧

• colt, in my opinion, is very domestic in private, now don't get me wrong he may be a little too shy in public because he isn't used to it but i promise you he takes on the nurturing role of the relationship more than you are.

• he helps you with cleaning, folding your clothes, and god if you guys get periods, he's got a whole pouch in his locker just for you.

• he doesn't do it intentionally, he happens to know you so well that he notices the slight change in your moods & cravings.

• colt often reads a book while you guys cuddle during the afternoons once all the work is done, he'd make you tea or whatever you want. he hums a tune, probably from old disney movies that his brother falco used to enjoy as a kid.

• your parents are more invested in your marriage than you and colt combined.

• okay, now if you happen to have a baby or a toddler somewhere around the house, someone keep this man from turning into a putty.

• as much as colt acts prim and proper most of the time, he has his moments where he just wants to be an entire mess. perhaps sleeping past his usual waking time, indulging in more snacks than usual. you know, loosen up? yeah, that is a side of his that only YOU will ever be allowed to see.

• so yes you and colt would be labeled as the: put-together couple who needs a little bit of adventure every now and then.

eren jaeger

• i hope i don't ramble too long because i love him sm

• mr. loverboy over here is a simp for you, more than you are a simp for him! he is not afraid to show you off and shower you with flattery. now he does this because he feels so lucky to have you.

• he can be a little cliché (well maybe not as much as jean --- more on that later), like he'll randomly interrupt your vacant class with a gift box he put together, & a bouquet. yes. (carla helped him pick out flowers from her shop)

• he's the type to crash his lips with yours in the middle of campus when you achieve something or when he does, vice-versa. if he plays in one of your school's teams, there just HAS to be a bet that if he wins he gets a kiss... or more... or something else.

• dates with eren are usually random than planned. like it pops in his head and he'll inform you right away. he respects your vacancy too of course but if you aren't he might pout just a little bit.

• his ideal dates are prop shop dates, going to hotspots, amusement parks, antique shops! & maybe late night drinks at a quiet bar where you can both enjoy the solace of the atmosphere.

• on special occasions, he does plan ahead. usually it's something on the simpler side. candlelit dinners at home or somewhere you guys both enjoy dining.

• if eren's had a bad day, best believe that he will run to you for comfort. only you can help keep his aggressive response to anger at bay.

• if given the chance he would take you around the world, he's that passionate in making sure you live a little

• hear me out... you and eren would probably have the most philosophical conversations, just laying on your backs beneath his room's skylight? heavenly.

• eren can get a little poetic expressing himself & i believe that it's just wonderful. no one can describe their feelings as good as eren.

• his favorite look of yours is when your eyes beam with excitement, it usually happens when you spot something that you used to enjoy as a kid or when you're concentrating on one of your hobbies.

• he's a very touchy person too, his hands are usually on your stomach/waist, his kisses are random & they linger for awhile.

• when you're asleep next to him, it's his habit to solemnly watch you while his own drowsiness starts to take over.

• eren is passionate & sometimes people might take it the wrong way. one of the reasons eren loves you is because of the way you understand how he is. mutual growth for y'all ♡.

jean kirschtein

• jean is not afraid to pull a live performance for you, you see this man is at the top of the world when he's with you. from 80s hits to recent releases this man will blast his playlists catered for you.

• dates with jean are certainly spent on concerts, (him & eren bond over chase atlantic don't argue with me) music festivals, thrifting & late night drives!!!

• personally, i don't see jean as very gimmicky unless you guys are with his friends, he takes you very seriously and you are his top priority.

• at school i think he's definitely one of those flirtatious boyfriends. the kind who would not miss an opportunity to blow you a kiss or throw you a wink. he can be a bit of a dork, who wouldn't be? if he can get one of your rare smiles 🥺

• jean's the type to ask his pals for help when it comes to styling. not because he dresses badly but he's too focused on getting a flush on your cheeks. he's a hopeless romantic.

• if you guys happen to stay at home, he'll definitely serenade you with the amount of songs he had written recently just for you.

• since he bonds with sasha and connie, his jokes are either dad jokes or something that went viral on tiktok. he's the perfect balance of goofy and mature.

• if you aren't much of an active person he wouldn't mind being lazy with you and insist on a diy spa day at home.

• it's just netflix with a tub of ice cream and face masks on.

• since jean is quite the romantic, he would be into couple outfits or items that aren't cringey obv and probably doesn't mind using your perfume or vice-versa.

• jean probably asked you out during one of his gigs, offering you a single rose afterwards.

• he's the type to leave you random post-it notes if he visits your house. just random phrases or doodles. and boy does he pick you up every single day on his smexy motorcycle.

• he'll bring you coffee and breakfast to-go. this man's spoiling you baby.

• aside from that, i feel like jean would make you hand-made gifts with the help of his momma. he thinks it's sentimental when you make your presents because it's one of a kind.

• jean does all these things because he's 100% about you being a constant person in his life. he loves how he can be whoever he wants when he's around you, i'm certain you guys wouldn't have it any other way either.

porco galliard

• porco can be a dick if he wants to not to you though, this tough guy turns into putty just for you. he definitely loves being treated like a baby.

• at first he might come off as cold because he isn't used to the whole romance thing and he gets flustered with the slightest pecks so you might have to initiate at first.

• but once you guys get through the awkward phase this boy would straight up greet you with a passionate kiss and does not give a damn about everybody who witnessed it. he might even have a stupid smirk on his face.

• like eren, i feel like porco would be very passionate and intense. he doesn't say much but he definitely shows you just how much he adores you.

• speaking of friends (: reiner would tease him every second of the day. i bet he would team up with bertholdt to annoy this poor boy. annie and pieck's not much help either.

•whenever you're stressed, porco would run you a bath and give you massages very often. he'll sit on the edge of the tub while he runs his hand through your hair.

•his type of dates would be watching at a cinema or a drive-in, going to the mall just to look around,he's a simple guy.

•if you guys happen to have an argument, porco would distance himself for a few minutes to a few hours just to process the situation and avoid anything his aggression might cause.

•he knew that if he wanted you guys to work he needed to be better.

•he would come back though and hold you in his arms while you guys talk it out.

•i bet he's one of the aot characters who would be an athlete, so most days you'll end up watching him practice.

•overtime, porco would be more open to being intimate in public and post stories of you two just doing things most couples do.

•he's proud that you're his and he's all yours.

•porco is a great guy and he would do anything just to make you smile.

i hope you guys liked these~! let me know who you guys want to be in the second part. requests are open and as always, stay safe! - 🌸☁️

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I saw y'all discussing potential zodiac signs for Pascal's characters, what's your take on the major ones? I personally believe Marcus Pike is a cancer, Catfish's a pisces, Din's a virgo, Whiskey's an aries, Oberyn's either a leo or a libra, Ezra's a gemini or a sag, but I lean towards gemini. Javier's the poster child for Scorpio. Don't know about Maxwell Lord.

pedro character star signs

i’m so sorry it took so long, i was tweaking this so much bc i wanted to make sure i got it right! these are just what i think based on my astrology opinions, i hope you like it! 💕 i added their moon signs for flair bc i can. gonna tag a few friends i think may be interested, hope it’s not an inconvenience

max phillips: aries sun & moon. his ambition and charisma paired with the carefree attitude and optimism are an optimum fire sign duality and despite the fact i shouldn't, i love it so much. he has an inner child that he spoils with the riches of his conquests (good and bad) & gets emotional contentment when he succeeds in achieving his goals. knows what he wants & is quick to make those wants known. you never have to worry about where you stand with him because he will not hesitate to tell you.

javier peña: taurus sun with scorpio moon (the real guy is a taurus & i can see it but w heavy scorpio influence). he has his own structure and routine and will fight to the death to maintain it. very work oriented & does his best to rationalize his emotion-driven scorpio moon with his taurean logic, it's a tossup as to whether it works half the time. has a lot of emotional needs that aren't always met day to day & thats why he smokes and drinks and fucks. but don’t let anything make you doubt his love for you because the only thing stronger than his stubborn streak is his heart and its capacity to love you so damn much.

maxwell lord: libra sun with a sagittarius moon. the charisma? attractive and engaging af. oddly adept at chameleoning himself into whatever social group he's trying to vibe with. will draw eyes no matter what because so many people know him & if they don't already, they sure as hell want to. it takes him a while to learn to balance healthy relationships and his work life but when he does, you can visibly see how much healthier he is because of it. normally tends to his emotions in private but with help, he can start sharing a bit more. more optimistic than he sometimes should be but it could be worse

frankie morales: pisces sun with a cancer moon. his caring and sometimes cautious nature (with a twinge of homicidal tendencies) make him one that you don't just casually fuck with sexually or otherwise. catches feelings very easy & makes a lot of emotionally-driven decisions. these two water signs have a propensity towards codependence & defensiveness when hurt. is at his best when he feels loved and is supported by those he loves. emotions are always fluctuating and there’s some trouble with self-discipline (which is not the same as self-deprecation). because of this, he needs someone who can ground him

jack "whiskey" daniels: his swagger!! his charm!! his generosity!! the protectiveness over people he cares about!! this has the makings of a leo sun. this charismatic sun sign paired with his capricorn moon create a living example of the most balanced "work hard, play hard" you've ever seen. has a tendency to set high standards for himself and others & is a smidge more accepting when people fuck up, wanting to help them be better in the future. his emotions are often repressed in the name of responsibility but when he feels safe, he isn’t shy about them in the slightest. very confident in his skills & one of those that he’s the proudest of is his ability to cheer you up when you’re sad

din djarin: he is the most virgo virgo to ever virgo, a double whammy of it in both his sun & moon placements. very logical, disciplined, and tradition-oriented. knows how to bargain and budget, approaches problems with as little emotional attachment as he can (doesn't always work though), and is selfless af. needs something to keep him from being a worry wart bc otherwise he will spend every waking moment fretting over anything he can find. remarkably well-rounded & somehow the most emotionally stable

ezra: everything about this man radiates aquarius sun + gemini moon and you will never convinve me otherwise. he's just enough of an intellectual elitist (the big words and flowy shakespearian vocabulary) for it to border on unique and fun & annoying as fuck. every aquarian i've met has a quirk that sets them apart from everyone else & ezra's quirk (besides murder) is his vocabulary. it takes him a long time to learn to not talk over people on accident (sometimes he does on purpose just to be a bastard), but you can tell when he’s really trying to be conscious of it.

marcus moreno: now this man is what you call a pisces. a softie with a heart of gold that is constantly being underestimated, he has more power than most think. his silly and carefree nature detracts from the badassery he's capable of so it sometimes catches you off guard when he goes into Badass In Charge™️ mode but it’s there. his moon is also in pisces, which adds to his gentility and desire to be understood by his partner. this man just needs some love dammit, give it to him already!! his empathy makes him the Cool Dad™️ bc missy and literally any other kid get the vibe of “yeah this adult will actually listen to me and value my opinions”

dave: capricorn sun, aries moon. he thrives with people who can handle their own shit competency kink anyone? and doesn’t have patience with those who should know better. his standards are higher than a stoned giraffe, and is at his best in controlled environments. has a strong sense of self & a short list of people he would risk it all for. not as outwardly expressive but he does have a couple cues that you learn over time. also knows what he wants and is very meticulous in how he goes about getting it; there are very few places where he takes no for an answer. is a very good provider but don’t expect him to be mushy when you thank him for things he does for you.

oberyn martell: gemini sun & leo moon. he’s got more charisma than can fit in the ocean and sometimes it gets him into trouble. this man thrives on validation from loved ones. there is never a worry about not knowing what he’s feeling because oh boy is this man expressive. he’s a protector and a provider (and a gossip but don’t let him hear you say that). can and will cause a scene if there’s ample opportunity, he enjoys watching shit go down. will only interfere if it directly impacts him or someone he really cares about but otherwise will just pop the popcorn and pull up a seat. somehow has all the details of everything that ever happens but you learn to not question it.

pero tovar: scorpio sun (but specifically october scorpio) & aquarius moon. he’s highly rational when it comes to emotions but does have a temper. he’s observant af of his environment & the emotions of everyone around him, and chooses his actions carefully based on those. doesn’t confront his deeper emotions as often as he should bc it’s easier to default to Angy™️ and let the rest of the world come to their own assumptions. has no tolerance for lies and other bs, wants the truth and though it makes him seem power-hungry and manipulative, that’s not his intention. it’s just his way of looking for someone he can trust with the most intimate parts of him

marcus pike: this man? taurus sun, cancer moon. has a fear of abandonment that takes a while to quell but once it’s gone, he’s all in. he’s very empathetic and observant af, will know exactly what you need before you voice said need. will feel guilty for his baggage sometimes and the guilt will make him recluse for a short period until he’s reminded just how appreciated he is. does not play around when it comes to affection & is very eager to give and receive it whenever possible

my friends that i think might be interested: @scribbledghost @autumnleaves1991-blog @dyke--grayson @max--phillips @dindjarindiaries @pikemoreno @ohnopoe @pedropasscals @forever-rogue @engineeredfiction @bitchin-beskar

[hollow-azure]

“Till Death Do Us Part” → OC Version

Chapter 2: The Harome Clan

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→ Pairing: Gojo Satoru x female OC → Rating: Teen+ → Genre: Romance, Slow burn → Trope: Arranged Marriage

Summary: In a world where Satoru Gojo is still the nonchalant, childish, and overbearingly unserious sorcerer he’s known to be, he decides to concede to his family one wish: To be betrothed to a person of their choosing. A simple agreement he thought. However, what happens when the person he is promised to happens to be a former upperclassman?

Notes: I'm back! I apologize so so much for taking so long to upload a new chapter. To make a very long story short, and to not bore y'all with details, I got very sick a few months ago and I've been dealing with some very debilitating health issues that have made it difficult to find the opportunity to write. I'm writing this story as I go so anything unexpected that comes up has the chance to side-track me a lot, unfortunately. I'm feeling a bit better now so hopefully I can be back to uploading more frequently. This isn't a story I want to give up on so even if it takes me a bit longer to finish I still will!

WC: 4.4K

The air was warm when Hanako stopped at the entrance of her village. A light breeze fluttered through, laden with the smell of sweet lotus in between. The clear blue sky above framed the large gate leading to her home ground, as bright and clear as she remembered it. She stopped to take in the scenery before walking any further. God, she had missed this.

After graduating Jujutsu High, a little over a decade ago, Hanako had been one of the few sorcerers to welcome the challenge of accepting missions stationed far from the Tokyo area, earning her the strangest of looks from her peers, but the biggest of praises from the higher ups. It wasn’t everyday they found a sorcerer so willing to take on such a grueling task, and best of all, she didn’t mind. In fact, she welcomed it. In her mind, Hanako had spent so much of her life couped up in the confines of her clan and village, training and perfecting her skills, that any chance to explore the outside world sounded like a good deal, even if it meant she’d be at risk every day.

It was this willingness and the combination of her skills as a Harome sorcerer that had Hanako away from the village most of the time. However, compared to her previous batches of missions, this had been her longest stretch so far. Despite all the excitement and adventure her travels gave her, she was more than glad to be home.

Hanako had not taken even two steps into the village when someone called out to her.

“Oi! Hanako!” A man’s voice yelled from a shop stationed near the entrance. The smell of freshly cooked noodles streamed out of it.

A large grin filled her face as she recognized her beloved village cook Kenzo. “Hey!” she turned to make her way towards him, her eyes widening halfway through. She had almost forgot.

Her hands flew back and fished inside her travel bag, pulling out a small spice bag and tossed it to him.

Kenzo caught the bag, his features growing in shock, “In this what I think it is?”

Hanako’s arms leaned on the counter as she smiled, “That’s the one you asked for, right?”

His mouth fell wide open as he scrambled to open the bag, the excitement in his hands making him miss the draw string a few times before opening it. He took a long whiff of the spice smell escaping the pouch and laughed. “You are a life saver Miss Harome.”

Hanako waved a hand at him, “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not!” he said as he crouched under the shop’s cupboards and retrieved a small ceramic vase. A hollow pop sounded as he pulled the lid off. “I used up the last bit of it two days ago. We stayed surviving on some old pouches that had a bit of the mixture left from last time, but I gotta say, we were really starting to stretch ourselves thin there,” he chuckled, “but lo’ and behold, my guardian angel arrived just in time.”

A quick blush creeped on her face as she tapped the counter and pushed herself off, “I guess life’s full of coincidences.”

Kenzo scoffed and spun on his heel, “Coincidences, coincidences, yeah, yeah,” he clicked his tongue as he grabbed a bowl, “Stop spouting nonsense Harome and sit down already and have some-” he turned to face the counter again, but Hanako was gone, already making her way back onto the main street.

“Hey!” he yelled as he leaned out of the shop, “where are you going? The Udon’s almost ready. There’s no way you’re not hungry after that long trek you did to get up here.”

Hanako turned around, her feet continuing to walk backwards, “I can’t! I’ll run late if I do.”

A sense of annoyance flashed through his face as he clamped his hands on his hips.

“I’ll come down later, I promise!” Hanako shot back as she clasped her hands together and sent him a pleading look.

Kenzo shook his head in disappointment, trying to keep on the act that he was still mad, but he couldn’t. His face quickly broke into a grin. “I’ll save you a bowl!” he yelled as he waved a hand behind his head and dismissed her.

Hanako bit back a smile as she did a few backwards skips before spinning around to continue making her way through the main street. That was interaction number one of many as she made her trek down the village.

It was a small village the one Hanako called home. Nestled high in the Tokyo hills, near two of the big sorcerer clans on one side, and Jujutsu High on the other, it was one of the first sights one would see on their way up the hills, making it one of the busier areas the three great Tokyo clans had. A combination of Harome sorcerers and non-Harome sorcerers made up the group of people living on the hill space, most of the non-sorcerers inhabiting the houses and shops lining the village, and the family born sorcerers settled in the clan compound at the end of the home ground.

The village was as lively and busy as it could be that day, as if everyone had gotten together and collectively agreed to stream out at the same time and torment her with the warmest of welcomes. She couldn’t manage to take a few steps forward without being stopped again and again, one person after the other. Anyone else would’ve found the whole ordeal to be too much. Maybe be annoyed by the constant barrage of people calling out to her, handing her something, throwing themselves onto her and everything in between. But through it all, despite the overwhelming welcome and all her current plans being sidetracked, Hanako didn’t mind one bit.

The street’s sudden liveliness grabbed the attention of a group of children perched on a line of house roofs. A ball bounced back and forth between the roofs and ground as they took turns tossing it at each other. One of the little girls in the group turned her gaze towards the commotion plaguing the street, ignoring the rubber ball that had bounced in her direction. The sound of her friends calling out to her faded in the background as she drew a sharp gasp.

“She’s here!” she yelled as she slid off the roof. “Hanako’s here!”

The group fell into the same state of shock as the girl and followed suit in rushing down the roof.

A fit of cheers and screams cut through the air as they bolted their way towards Hanako, catching her by surprise when she finished her last interaction. The ecstatic group crashed into her legs and surrounded her, the sudden force and desperate pulls on her limbs making her stumble back a few steps.

“Woah there!” she said as she regained her balance and took in the group of squealing children hugging her legs. “You guys got stronger while I was away.”

A fit of giggles filled the young group. Once the laughing died down, the group slowly detached from her and gave her some room to crouch before them.

“Senpai! Look,” one of the little boys yelled as he pointed to his face. A pair of black lightning bolt marks framed the corner of his eyes.

Hanako drew a large grin as she gasped. “Look at you! When did you get these?”

“He got them last week!” one of the kids spoke, “my brother got them too, but they don’t look as cool.”

Hanako chuckled as she was sure all the marks looked the same.

Through the group of children another girl moved forward. “And I got mine last month!”

Excitement washed over the kids as they pointed to her face for Hanako to see.

Hanako leaned closer towards the beaming girl and confirmed her elated statement. “I see, I see,” a warm smile grew on her lips, “those are looking sharp as ever,” she said as she pinched the little girl’s cheek, drawing a quick giggle from her. “Just like my little sorcerers.”

A sense of euphoria flew through the kids as they heard her words. The young group fell into a momentary bombardment of excited statements and questions before another boy interrupted.

“When are they going to look like yours senpai?” he asked as he pointed to the markings on her face.

Hanako froze.

The prime time for a potential sorcerer to start manifesting their cursed techniques laid between the ages of four and six, and it was during this time that Harome sorcerers also manifested their characteristic black colored face markings, the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Anyone in the clan who developed the markings during this time would eventually start exhibiting the clan’s inherited technique and be on their way to becoming a sorcerer.

The first markings to appear were the lighting bolts on the corners of their eyes. Next, a thin horizontal line would cross the bridge of their nose and expand to either side of their face. After that, another pair of lightning bolts would extend down the corners of the horizontal line, and that was it. The appearance of those final lightning bolts was usually where the Diamond Bolt seal mark would end for most Harome sorcerers, but that wasn’t the case for Hanako.

Unlike the rest of her clan, Hanako had one final element included in her markings. At the ends of each pair of lightning bolts on her face laid the small outline of sharp black hollow diamonds, explaining the meaning behind the official name of the seal. Anyone in the clan who developed the Diamond Bolt seal mark inherited the clan’s cursed technique and were more than capable of displaying all the powers and skills that came with it, all except one.

Every Harome sorcerer inherited Universal Energy, however, only a select few grew to the level of being capable of using the technique of Universal Lightning, and it was only those select few that developed the final stage of the Diamond Bolt seal mark. Hanako was the only one in her clan who currently had the complete mark, and the first one in decades to develop it.

She shook out of her momentary stunned state and turned to the sea of young expecting eyes gazing at her.

“Well, once you start training, if you work hard enough,” she threw a light poke at one of the kid’s bellies, earning a quick chuckle, “grow strong enough,” she said as she tickled another, “and study hard enough,” her stern eyes fell on the boy with the newly formed marks.

The young group laughed as he rolled his eyes.

The quick round of giggles died down and Hanako turned back to them. “Just then, maybe, you might develop them.”

A combination of enthusiastic and confused whispers slithered through the children as she got up from her crouched position.

“But hey, remember,” Hanako snapped her fingers, “You can grow up to be fine sorcerers yourselves. Just as capable and just as strong, even if you don’t develop the complete mark. Even the head of our clan doesn’t have it.”

One of the little girls snickered. “Yeah, but that’s your dad.”

“So?” Hanako shrugged, “that just proves my point.”

“Or proves that he’s the exception.”

The group yelled in agreement. Hanako tried her best to pull their attention back to her main point, but the children were too riled up to listen. All she could do was stand there and laugh.

Despite the children’s arguments and hesitations, it didn’t change the fact that indeed very powerful and capable Harome sorcerers had existed before and still did, even without the complete Diamond Bolt seal mark. Sure, it was true that those with the complete seal were, to a degree, leagues ahead of everyone else. But seal or no seal, powerful Harome sorcerers had existed for centuries on end, and it was their undying determination in the face of trying times that always determined their strength, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

On a normal day, in a normal stroll, the two hundred meters or so that stretched the village’s main street would usually take around two minutes to walk. By the time Hanako made it to walled fence of her clan’s compound, half an hour had passed.

Leaned against the gate’s entrance, with his arms crossed on his chest and an amused look on his face, her father Orokodai stood waiting for her.

“That’s a new record,” a smirk grew on his lips, “thirty minutes to walk that little stretch? You must be getting out of shape.”

Hanako let out a deep huff as she dropped the sea of food bags she was carrying to the ground. A couple more fell from her back as she relaxed her shoulders.

“Did everyone get the same memo or something that I was coming today? Because this is ridiculous,” she gestured to all the bags her neighbors had handed her on her way there.

Her father shrugged. “It’s a small village, word travels fast.”

“Yeah, especially when it’s your word,” she said as she side-eyed him.

Orokodai laughed as his daughter took a spot next to him and looked back to the busy village in the distance.

She broke the silence after a few moments. “It’s never like this.”

“It’s always like this.”

“No, it isn’t.”

Hanako could feel her father’s burning gaze on her as she tried to not break into a laugh and ruin her playful banter.

Orokodai tore his gaze away and joined her in looking back at the village. “It is. You’ve been gone for so long you probably don’t remember.”

Hanako bit the inside of her cheek. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m sure she would remember,” the voice of her mother Ayako appeared behind them, “if she hadn’t left for six months.”

A low groan escaped Hanako’s lips as her parents gathered to keep poking fun at her. Their playful gazes flickered back and forth as she leaned against the compound gate in defeat.

“Are you gonna scold me for that too? Because you’d be the fiftieth person or so to do that today.”

Her parents shared knowing looks before turning to her.

“No,” Orokodai spoke, “not when our daughter comes back alive.”

A warm glimmer invaded Hanako’s pale gold eyes as her father snaked a hand behind her neck and pulled her and her mother into an embrace.

The smell of freshly brewed tea filled their house. Afternoon sun rays stretched around the mahogany floor holding the coffee table Hanako and Orokodai were seated at in silence. Only the sound of Ayako clinking cups in the kitchen and the chirping birds outside filled the space. It was a peaceful silence. Calm, serene, not laden with any extra worry that could be expected after a long day. At least that was the case for Hanako.

Orokodai sat across from her, nervously sipping at his tea while throwing subtle expecting looks towards Ayako on the other side of the room. Ayako moved back and forth between the counter, trying her best to keep her composure as she handled the tea tray and threw the same expecting look back to her husband. Orokodai’s eyes widened at her as he pointed with his head to their daughter drinking her tea in peace, oblivious to the staring contest her parents were currently engaged in. Ayako returned the widened gaze as she shrugged and grabbed the tea tray to walk out of the kitchen. Their eyes did one last silent battle before Ayako broke the silence.

“Hanako,” she said as she stood in the middle of the living room.

Their daughter turned towards them, her relaxed state an unnerving contrast to the tension her parents held.

“Yeah?” she asked as she took another sip from her cup.

Ayako turned towards Orokodai. She gave him one last look before setting the tray down and sitting next to him.

Orokodai took a deep breath before speaking. “Do you remember what we talked about before you left?”

Hanako’s attention was set on the spoon swirling the honey she had added to her tea. “The thing, we talked about…before…I left…” her words trailed off as she fought to catch on to what they were saying.

“About the clan unions.”

Hanako lit up as she remembered. “Ah that! Yes, I remember. What about it?” She finished swirling her tea and turned her gaze to the window on her side, unfazed by her father’s statement.

A tense silence burned in the room for a moment before Ayako spoke.

“Do you still feel the same way.”

“About what?”

“About what you said.”

The sound of Hanako’s spoon clattering down echoed through the room as her gaze flew to her parents. They finally had her full attention.

It was no secret the shift happening among the four great clans. The meetings, the truces, the letting ‘bygones be bygones’ being exchanged, and everything in between. It was something almost none of them had seen before. Something they hadn’t even thought to entertain in their lifetimes. For centuries most of them had kept to their own, the hunger for power and status driving their separate ambitions to take over one another, and their pride rendering them incapable of banding together to reach their mutual interests. But as the sorcerer world kept changing, and the power imbalance between curses and sorcerers kept rising, it was obvious they had reached a point where there was no other choice. Either come together and survive or let mutually assured annihilation cloud their egos and allow the cursed spirits to overtake whatever was left of the world in the end.

There were many ways in which the clans had begun to approach their plans of uniting the great families and building connections. Group pacts, business contracts, and everything else that granted even a smidge more of mutual assurance among the clans for the foreseeable future. Despite the sudden progressive nature flourishing among the clans and the higher ups, they still weren’t so far removed to not turn to one of the oldest of traditions to complement their growing unions.

Months ago, before she had left to go on her long stretch of missions, Hanako’s parents had approached her with a hypothetical proposition. The proposition of an arranged marriage with one of the other great clans, and how she was to be in the center of it.

Orokodai and Ayako had approached the situation with an air of caution, stressing multiple times the hypothetical nature of their sudden proposal, not wanting to place a sense of finality to something that not even the other clans had fully agreed on yet. They also didn’t want to pressure their daughter into agreeing to something as big and as invasive as an arranged union could be. They owed her that much.

Through it all, in the end, once they had finished explaining the hypothetical proposition to Hanako and everything that could hypothetically come with it, it wasn’t the fact that she had complied with the whole ordeal that surprised them, but more so how quickly she had agreed to it.

Both Orokodai and Ayako shared the same sense of shock when they had heard her answer, however they fought their best to not show it. With an eerie calmness still filling their daughter as she displayed her agreement, Hanako’s parents approached her with one last hypothetical question, the last one she would hear regarding the situation before she left for her mission.

“Why?”

And so, with a clear conscious filling her brain, and an air of confidence coursing her veins, Hanako began.

At twenty-nine years old, Hanako had done her fair share of dating, at least as much as her sorcerer career had allowed her to. Between dating sorcerers and non-sorcerers, the later proved to be the hardest. Although the easier of the two to find, the constant game of deflection and lying about her line of work always had her in a constant state of worry and stress, making it difficult to establish any real kind of connection with the people she saw. They were relationships built from the very start out of a lie, which didn’t fare well with even the most casual of relationships. The emotional toll of it all was difficult enough but funny enough, more difficult it was just having to explain her physical appearance to anyone she met.

The Diamond Bolt seal mark was a permanent fixture on her face, never fading or leaving her skin. Anyone on the outside world who asked about her markings always got either the excuse that it was a quirky makeup look she had done that day, or that they were face tattoos. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t.

The more she had to explain herself, whether it be her physical appearance or the mystery behind her real line of work, and the more tedious dealing with follow up questions got, the more Hanako pushed herself away from interacting with anyone outside the sorcerer world.

Dating actual sorcerers was miles easier, but it also came with its cons, the first one being time. You never had time. It came with the territory of being a sorcerer, they all knew it, and while most people were understanding and tried to make things work despite it, there were others who couldn’t, and Hanako couldn’t blame them. It was difficult building anything remotely meaningful when you barely saw someone, and it was ironically just as hard even if things were casual. It didn’t matter what angle they tried it. Things inevitably always fell through despite both party’s best intentions.

If that were the worst of her problems when it came to dating sorcerers, Hanako might’ve been able to live with it. But with their line of work being such a dangerous one, one specific experience with a partner a few years ago had been enough to drive her over the edge.

They had finished a particularly difficult mission, both sustaining a nasty wound that had left them on the brink of death. Tired, alone, stuck in the outskirts of Kyoto with no back up under a pouring night. Hours passed as they bled out, Hanako with a much deeper and gaping wound than her partner. It might have been the end of the line for both had help not arrived eventually.

Despite both surviving and everything turning out fine in the end, the damage had been done. The stress, the anxiety, the trauma of it all had been enough to create too large of a strain in their relationship. Hanako had tried her best to mend things, reassure her partner that experiences like those were bound to happen, they were jujutsu sorcerers after all. But he wasn’t having it. The horrible hours that had transpired that night had been too much for him to ever have to deal with seeing her in a state like that ever again. After that, Hanako barred herself from dating altogether, and when she realized how strangely happy she was because of it, there was no going back.

Taking all of that into account, at that point in her life, an arranged marriage didn’t seem so farfetched to Hanako. In her own exercise of mental gymnastics, it made things easier.

She wouldn’t have to waste time scouting through a sea of partners, go through all the trouble of getting to know them, spend time trying to convince them to stay. In her mind, it was the only way she saw herself finding anything resembling “love” at that point. If it turned out she didn’t, at the very least she had a platonic partner for life, granted she managed to not be paired with someone horrible. Through it all, it was a one and done business, and after being through so much, it was something she desperately needed.

For as much as her desire to put an end to her chaotic love life was reason enough to accept her clan’s proposal, Hanako wouldn’t willingly give herself up for such a frivolous reason.

It had of course been one hundred and fifty years since the clan massacre. She remembered as she looked out the window. The view of the bustling village and housed field framed the area, a stark difference from what it had once been.

After reciting the same set of reasons she had mentioned months ago, Hanako turned to her parents with the same sense of confidence she had displayed the last time they had discussed the matter and gave them her final answer.

Orokodai and Ayako shared one last knowing look before breathing out.

“Well, I guess it’s settled,” Orokodai said as he got up. “I’m going to let the rest of the heads know.”

The sound of clinking cups now invaded the room as Ayako began to clean up the area.

An air of confusion hovered over Hanako as she furrowed her eyes at her parents. “Wait, aren’t you forgetting something?”

They both stopped dead in their tracks as they turned to her.

“Aren’t you going to tell me who I’m betrothed to?”

A sheepish laugh escaped Orokodai as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, to be honest, we don’t know yet.”

A beat of silence followed before Hanako reacted. “Wait, you what?!”

Her parents laughed as they resumed their tasks, letting their bewildered daughter sit in a fit of shock.

“Like I said, this was something we were all still discussing.” Orokodai said as he backtracked into the room, “we were waiting for your final answer.”

Hanako crossed her arms and playfully pouted. “You’re marrying me off to some random person and you don’t even know who it is?”

Ayako plopped down next to her and wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “Isn’t the point of an arranged marriage that it doesn’t matter who it ends up being?”

Hanako got ready to counter her mother’s point, but she froze. Her lips stuttered for a few more moments trying to come up with something, but she couldn’t. She rolled her eyes as she sighed in defeat. “It would still be nice to know.”

“You’ll know soon enough.” Her father said before he walked out.

One week later, Hanako got the answer to her question.

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Kelpto!Marinette Au: Ft. Captain the Retired Police Dog

(Daminette)

In this au Hawkmoth isn't active (yet) so Marinette doesn't have her miraculous (yet)

Daminette Masterlist

First things first, Captain loves his girl

Even if she had sticky fingers

He knows she's never stolen anything from stores but she does "borrow" stuff from her friends

He first noticed it when her friend Luka came over

She kept taking his guitar picks and giving them back

At one point she took it out of his hand as he was playing

Luka didn't seem mad about her taking them in fact he seemed amused if not a little fascinated by her ability to do so

The there was the time she was with her other friend Kagami

She took her fencing foil right out of her hand

Captain expect the usually cold girl to get angry at Marinette so he jumped up from his place on the side lines to protect his girl

But as he made it to his girl's side Kagami started to laugh

Kagami: I should really stop being surprised by you Marinette

Captain was surprised by the girl's reaction but was happy that she wasn't mad at the girl

Captain started to notice that his girl's friends took Marinette skills as a challenge

They would set up mini heist for Marinette to do

They always have different objectives

One of them was to steal a ring off Luka's mom's hand without her noticing

Which of course Marinette succeeded

Anarka was very impressed by this

The loud music man, Jagged Stone, and his mate, Penny Rolling, also seemed to join in on the fun

One time the objective was to steal Fang

Marinette got it done in 30 minutes and just had Fang hang out with her and Captain

The crocodile was in Marinette's room for half a day before Jagged realized that Marinette had already got him

Captain notice that these heist would usually happen whenever Marinette was stress, like when she had a lot of commissions or it was exam time at her shool

It seemed that Marinette had her sticky fingers under control until they went to Gotham

Captain could tell that Marinette was excited to go to another country

But he could also tell that she was nervous to be without her family and close friends

She wasn't on bad terms with most of the class but she wasn't exactly on good terms either

It was almost like a stalemate in a war

A war between Marinette and Lila

They were civil was the best way to describe it

But that didn't mean that Lila wasn't looking for every opportunity to to push the stalemate to her favor

For that reason Captian snucked onto the plane so that his girl would have somebody with her

Of course Lila tried to make it out like Marinette did it on purpose

But luckily Marinette was quickly able to prove that she had nothing to do with it

Marinette: I have absolutely no supplies with me to take care of Captain! What kind of irresponsible dog owner would sneak a dog into another country without making sure they had to proper shots, food, and supplies?!?!

The class had to admit if there was one thing Marinette would never do it would be putting Captain in a situation that would put him in danger

So Marinette got Captain everything he needed while the class was out shopping

Though Marinette was thrilled to have Captain with her she was stressed that Lila was going to do something to the good boy

Marinette knew Gotham was a dangerous city and she wouldn't put it past Lila to cause some sort of "accident" to either her or Captain

So with her stress level up Marinette felt her fingers begin to itch

Usually she would turn to Luka and Kagami for times like this but they were on the other side of the planet

She could feel her fingers start to twitch as she walked around the block that her class was exploring

She always been good at controlling her kelpto tendencies but her nerves were really making them act up

She started to fidget with the stuff in her pocket when she heard shouting

Marinette looked up and saw a man running from a woman

Woman: Stop that man! He took my purse!

Marinette angled her body so that she would be in the man's path

The man not paying attention to the girl now in his path ran into Marinette

He was in such a hurry he didn't realize that Marinette had switch the woman's purse for a used poop bag when he ran into her

The man continued running not realizing the switch as Marinette walked over to the woman

Marinette handing the woman her purse: Here you go

Woman: Thank you so much

Marinette: No problem

Jason in the roof across the street: Guys you would not believe what I just saw

Tim over com: let me guess you are once again for going work to do patrol during the day

Jason: Yes but you got to hear what I just saw

Dick over com: What Jason?

Jason: I was watching over the shopping district and some guy snatch this woman's purse. I was about to jump in, when he bumped into this girl with a dog who switched the woman's purse with a use pop bag! The guy still hasn't realized the switch I can see him two streets over still running!

Dick: What?!

Tim: Really?! How did she manage that?

Jason: I don't know! She got some quick fingers on her! But we can't tell Bruce. She's right in his MO for adoption

Tim: Black hair blue eyes?

Jason: Exactly!

Damian over com: Will you three idiots quiet down! Unlike you three I still have school work to do, and it's hard to do that with you three chattering in my ear. Coms are only suppose to be used for emergencies during the day!

Jason: Oh calm down Demon Spawn. I just couldn't wait to tell y'all about this girl.

Damian annoyed: Well why don't you just ask her out then?

Jason: Nah not really my type, also she's a but too young for me, she looks around your age Demon Spawn

Dick: Ohhh, maybe we should set them up together

Tim: With such quick hands she would be a great addition to our team

Jason: And she has a German sheperd with her

Dick: She sounds great! Right Little Bird?

Damian: I've have enough of this, Damian out.

Damian turned off his com cutting off his brothers' laughter

The last thing Damian needed right now was his brothers trying to set him up with some random girl who was able to trick some low level criminal

The incident with the purse snatcher relieved a bit of Marinette's stress but she could still feel her fingers twitching as she ran them through Captain's fur

She couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen soon

She had the okay for Captain to come with her on all her schools outings

But that didn't mean that something wasn't going to happen

She just didn't know what

The next day when Marinette was walking Captain in the park when sheet a nice (and cute) boy named Damian and they hit it off

He was such a sweet boy with his own dogs

The two just seemed to click

All Marinette's free roam time was spent with Damian, Titus, and sometimes Ace

Captain got along great with Titus and he seem to have the same instant connection to Ace

The two were often seen cuddling when Damian brought her along

Captain was a little sketch out about this new boy

He couldn't get rid of this feeling that Damian was hiding something from his girl

He tries to ask Ace and Titus about it but the two just brushed him off

Though Captain did notice as the two got closer his girl's twitchy fingers calmed down and she didn't reach to sneakily borrow something from the people around her

So he begrudgingly accept this strange boy

Marinette had to say the best part about the whole Gotham trip was meeting Damian

The two were just friends but Marinette couldn't denied the spark she felt

There might have been a bit of flirting between the two but Marinette was hesitant to form a deeper relationship with Damian because she knew how hard long distance relationships were

On her final day in Gotham Marinette and Captain went with the class to get a tour at Wayne Enterprise

It was the finally stop before they were to return home

As Marinette entered Wayne Enterprise she was surprised to find Damian their waiting for them with an older man who had black hair and blue eyes

Marinette broke away from her class who were too busy talking among themselves to notice

Marinette: Hey Damian! What are you doing here?

Damian: Hey Angel, Captian-

Dick: Wait you didn't tell her Baby Bird?

Damian blushed at the use of his nickname in front of the girl he admittedly had a crush on

He had done his best to keep her away from his family and had succeeded

The only one he really talk to about Marinette was Dick who promised to keep Marinette between the two of them

But when Damian found out that Marinette and her class were going to be touring Wayne Enterprise on their final day in Gotham

Damian tried to tell Marinette before the day arrived but whenever he was ready to tell her, he would get lost in her big blue eyes or Captain would interrupt them

So as he stood in front of the girl who has wrapped himself around her finger in such a short time he was once again at a lost for words

Marinette wrapping her hand around Damian's and giving it a squeeze: Damian are you okay?

As Marinette pulled away she realized to her horror that she accidentally stole his watch

Damian and Dick stood wide eyed as Marinette held out Damian's watch

They didn't even notice her taking it off him

Marinette: I'm soooo sorry! I really didn't mean to take this! I'm so so so sorry!

Captain moved so that he stood between Marinette's legs ready to protect her if either of the two males in front of him tried to do anything to his girl

As Marinette freaked out a little bit Dick couldn't help but laugh as this young girl was able to pull off that trick without him or Damian noticing

Damian snapping out of his shock: It's okay Marinette, that's actually a really great trick. Not many people can sneak one by me

Marinette blushing: Thanks Damian, but you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here?

Damian scratching the back of his head: Well you see Angel I'm here to help my brother give your class a tour of Wayne Enterprise

Marinette: So your Damian Wayne?

Damian: Yes, I hope that doesn't change anything between us

Marinette smiling: No, it definitely doesn't

Marinette and Captain walked back over to the class

As Damian watched Marinette walk away he went to put his watch back on only to see that it's gone from his hands

He hears a small wuff as he looks up he sees Captain sitting in front of him holding his watch

Dick: That some girl you got there Damian

Damian sighing: Yeah she is

Bonus

Jason seeing a picture of Marinette and Damian together: THAT'S THE GIRL I SAW!!