#you expect to smell the country and thats it

[dumb-coward]

Not my mother asking me if I wanna go to japan with her. Like?? I said no. I just told you I cant afford it.

[vixeneptune]

🎀 Princess treatment

🎀 I'm such an elegant pretty Princess who gets everything she wants for free

🎀 I'm always treated with so much care, love and respect. People go out of their way to please me and make me happy

🎀 I exude grace and high value, my beautiful aura inspires others to treat me like I have pretty privilege and like I'm so important and special

🎀 I always get VIP treatment wherever I go, I'm used to it by now

🎀 people are very attentive to me, they're so generous they spoil me and shower me with so much love, attention, affection and gifts

🎀 I love how everyone is so kind and sweet to me 🥺 its obvious that I'm their fav person and they truly love me

🎀 my feminine energy attract masculine men who provide for me abundantly and treat me like a princess

🎀 I literally never have to pay for anything, men always offer to pay for me and buy me things no matter how expensive. I'm worth every dime

🎀 I always attract men who are secure, masculine, rich, generous and treat me like a goddess queen. They love me unconditionally

🎀 people are so sweet to me I always get so many compliments about my beauty, personality and aura. Everyone thinks im the prettiest girl they've ever seen. They tell me how gorgeous, classy and lovable I am 🥰 I'm always surrounded with love and genuine people who treat me the best

🎀 being in my life is a privilege, I add value to others just by existing and everyone gives back to me 10x folds

🎀 I never have to worry about anything bc im always taken care of and supported. People love helping me with everything, I have all the support I need and more and I'm so grateful

🎀 a pretty princess like me doesn't even have to try or work for anything, I don't stress about anything , everything naturally comes to me bc I'm so attractive and magnetic

🎀 I love taking care of myself , I always look fresh clean and I smell so sweet and addictive. I literally look perfect from head and toe and everyone tells me that

🎀 I'm so lucky I get princess treatment everywhere I go it's unavoidable and I love it. I get princess treatment even from strangers , they carry my bags for me, they open doors for me, they give me things for free, they give me flowers and compliments and offer me things. It's so sweet

🎀 I'm open to receiving princess treatment bc thats what I deserve. My energy is feminine , inviting and open to receive. I attract the best kind of treatment, the best kinds of people and the best experiences. I'm so high quality that I keep on getting the best

🎀 people are always on their best behavior when they're around me bc I'm elite. They do everything to satisfy my needs and make sure I'm happy and comfortable and I don't even have to ask , they keep on showering me with love nonstop without expecting anything in return , my smile, my approval and appreciation is enough :)

🎀 my feminine presence is so classy and elegant it attracts both men and women. People would do anything just to be around me , to be my friend or my lover that's the biggest win. I'm highly pursued and wanted by everyone.

🎀 everywhere I go I hear people whispering about how pretty and charming I am. Everywhere I go I get more than 10 people who are in love with me and competing for my love & attention. I receive love letters, flowers, and gifts just for existing

🎀 "anything for you princess" , "i don't want you to worry about anything , let me handle it" , "I bought you your favourite things just because" , "how are you so pretty? I can't take my eyes off of you" , "I'd do anything just to see you smile" , "don't even have to carry your wallet ,I take care of everything" , "get ready I'm taking you on a trip to your desired country", "you're the kinda girl every man would die to be with" , "your femininity is intoxicating", "I love your energy I can't help but treat you like the royalty that you are", "you literally look like the prettiest princess", "you're so elegant and ethereal, I'm mesmerised by you" are things I hear often

Princess treatment subliminal

[hollyhomburg]

Have you ever considered writing a regency au story? I feel like you would be amazing at it especially since your attention to detail is immaculate.

oh! i actually have a tiny little idea in my drafts- i will just post it here because i don't know if i'll ever finish it. Most of this was written after I watched the last season of Bridgeton. full transparency- this has no ending so be prepared to get to the end and want more. tw for spanking, age gap, themes of innocence and virginity and purity, marking, pack stuff and polyamory, also mentioned miscarrage!

Unnamed Regency Au (knj x reader) (backround ot7 x reader)

-I wanna write horny guilt with alpha duke namjoon in a bridgerton style a/b/o au who ends up in an arranged marriage with omega m/c only- dukes are allowed to take as many packmates as they want if they’re of lower status, but they are not allowed to mate or have pups with them.

-(although he had gotten a bit of untoward attention when he’d dragged viscount Jung along and convinced him and his omega to take up with him. alpha x alpha relationships are a little bit more taboo in this universe but tolerated on account of namjoon's rank)

-duke namjoon has no omega of his own despite the omegas in his pack- so he does what is expected of his station, finds one of good breeding, a true diamond untouched by all of the most pure hands only- has lived in a house of betas all her life, maybe he starts to court her but then can’t back out for this or that reason. but after a manufactured scandal where the mcs scheming mama or perhaps the queen- demands that namjoon marry her to save her standing-

-or else.

-And namjoon thinks, out of all the worse things, getting her away from people who clearly don’t have her best interest at heart- cannot be the worst. They've met and talked and danced together countless times over the season. if it weren't for her youth and the fact that it is her first year on the marriage mart, Namjoon would have little objection at marrying her. at least thats what his packmates tell him.

-and they're right, there is little reason why he should object only,

-it’s the hunger he feels watching her that has him keeping his distance. It feels like something feral, something dirty. namjoon is a gentleman but he feels his honor hanging by a thread every time he dares go near her. every time he catches her sweet scent on the air, a scent that no alpha has been allowed to smell but him.

-maybe thats how they meet- at the first ball of the season and namjoon cannot keep himself from telling the unmated omega how to apply the balmy scent blockers maybe even...helping her apply it. namjoon's fingers rubbing against her sensitive scent glands. A touch that burns and seems to stick to his hands for hours and hours and weeks after- until they meet again at another ball- and she very eagerly tells him- a good omega- eager to please eager to be good- that she's learned! isn't he proud! he doesn't need to protect her from any 'alphas of unscrupulous nature with improper delights on their mind' like he said before.

-nevermind the fact that one of those alpha's with improper delights stands right infront of her. An omega’s scent should be reserved only for their pack and husband, and yet- this unmatched omega- their scent is all namjoon can think about. It has his alpha clambering, begging to break free.

-Namjoon does protect her, keeping alphas away from her, any of them that would make a match to her. even if as he watches her from the shadows, a feral hunger unbecoming of a duke or civilized alpha building with every giggle.

-and then once they're married, you'd think that namjoon's guilt would be easier to bare, that he would feel better about taking what he is owed as mate and husband but...he doesn't break.

-Namjoon can’t think of debasing her, barely even kisses her on their wedding night, keeps her safe and pressed- just so- within the packs lavish country home where she wants for nothing accept her alphas company.

-the estate is wide and sprawling, with many many miles of gardens and wooded trails that keep her occupied and happy and…as far away from her husband as it takes for namjoon to stop feeling like he’s going to pop a knot in his britches if she so much as leans into him.

-And the rest of the pack! Namjoon has such a large pack- so against fashion. the m/c didn't meet any of them besides viscount jung when they where in town. There is no shortage of company at namkjoon's estate- either jiminie who wisks her away to measure her up for country dresses (thin and sheer- to tease the alpha)- jimin is viscount Jung’s omega- who was the omega of the house prior to her and namjoon’s mating (and who honestly still takes over most of the responsibilities of running the estate, only too happy to show the m/c the ropes and praise her for her choices in redecorating the lavender nesting room.

-and he's only mute to her quiet confidance- the young omega wife has many questions like- Why does her husband barely look in her direction? Why doesn’t he hold her hand or touch her cheek or take her on long romantic country walks like she reads in her novels.

-The only time he touches her is during balls- when the host and hostess are bound by duty to start the first dance, and namjoon’s eyes burn into her the whole while. His touches never wander, his hands never dip more than is appropriate or cling to her lialac colored skirts.

-she feels a little touch starved, a little unloved- but jimin tries to make up for it (and then scolds namjoon for it when he can sneak out of the nest room late at night and tell him off for not giving her affection. "She's freshly mated namjoon, her bond is still healing- if you don't sweeten on her omega- then they may reject you and the bond- regardless of what she and you both want. you don't want to make her mating mark sick namjoon- trust me, you don't" maybe jimin's hand hovers on his neck, and hoseok looks on, a darkness in his eyes that can't be helped by time

-(i'm thinking for their backstory, shortly after they mated hobi was sent away to war as commander, and because of the distance it was far harder on jimin adjusting to the mating mark, maybe they even lost their first pup because jimin's body was all screwed up- i know it's angsty but shush)

-She’s fast friends with the youngest packmate too- jungkook- who is more…casual with her than namjoon should allow. Jungkook is the only one whose not of noble birth- originally hired as stable hand and then earning the title of lord and a spot in namjoon’s pack after saving the alpha and the queens heir from a runaway horse.

-jungkook is…charming, shows her how to feed the horses sugar cubes and she shows him how to braid their hair- and then asks if she’ll braid his- long as it is. Although the others tease and he gets more than one long look from the staff over dinner, jungkook wears it all night.

-Jungkooks countinance is different than baron Tae- who delights her with tea and cakes and fine silks when he’s back from his travels, sweet sugary treats from cities far away. “Can I come with you next time you go?” Is immediately met with a “no” from namjoon, the tips of his ears red and his scent souring, he immediately excuses himself with a short “forgive me, I have some business to attend too with the viscount”

-that business happens to be pulling hoseokie into one corner of the manor and biting out his frustration- both sexual and otherwise, down the other alphas throat. “What do I do Seokie, how do i…be gentle when my alpha doesn’t want to be. I don’t want to hurt her.”

-“Bed her already namjoon and be done with it”

-“But her virtue-”

-“Namjoon, she is your wife and mate”

-“She’s barely out of pup hood hoseok”

-“As was jimin when we where wed,” viscount jung hesitates, “I do not believe you capable of the violence you are so scared of, namjoon you would not hurt a fly”

-“But-“

-“Enough, to bed with you to settle your nerves” hoseok doesn’t often get away with ordering namjoon around but just this once namjoon lets him.

-or prince min, another alpha and 30th in line for the throne that is countries away, who firmly takes her on those long walks she so desires to take with her husband, promenading with his strong arms wrapped around her waist, so firm and reassuring. Nothing if not proper. squeezes her hand and lets it go when she dares to cradle the scarred alpha's face.

-thats why yoongi was allowed to join namjoon's pack, his disfigurement was deemed too ugly for court, but the m/c doesn't think she's ever seen an alpha more gentle, more beautiful.

-another alpha who doesn't want her.

-“Namjoon has warned us, to be nothing but chaste and gentle with you” “he just wants to be careful with your virtue pup” “why? When my virtue is his?” “He’s a very, traditional alpha, he wants to do right by you and wait until you’re ready” "does he think me so young, so fragile that I cannot make the choice of if I am ready or not myself?”

-Okay so I know it’s horny, but is love if she got a little mouthy and yoongi was motivated to take her over his thigh and show her how disobedient omega's are treated in their household. her skirt and petty coat pulled up, tears in her eyes and slick on her thighs as he gives her gentle taps. She doesn't understand why her tummy feels so tight, why she feels so upset over it but also- petulant, needy.

-when he sets her down and pulls her skirts back in order and wipes her tears with his handkerchief and then drags her in for a quick nip to her scent gland. leaving her dizzy and nearly in heat from how good it feelt to have an alpha /touch/ her. nothing at all like how it felt to have the other omega's touch her.

-and she goes back a little teary eyed. a little upset, but jimin is there and she just laughs alone with tae tae when she talks about maybe /liking it/ and wanting yoongi to do it again but she doesn't understand. maybe both of them make her tell them and renact it out what yoongi did to her, all teaseing and falsely concerned. and both of them tell her that she's asking them when she should really be asking her husband, really, alpha has forbidden them from corrupting her.

-as if she wasn't already corrupted after they asked her to show them what yoongi did to her, hiking up her dress to show her reddened bottom, unsure why she's blushing, why their huffs of breath as they bend to look make her hands shake and her knees knit togeather.

-and of course that night, namjoon hears about it but can't really fault yoongi for punishing her, when he was especially gentle and maybe she's seen jimin get spanked before and had been explained the consequences of talking back because she "wanted to be treated as a full member of their pack"

-and maybe namjoon sneaks into her room to watch over her at night she lies awake. Wanting to turn and greet her husband but the one time she does…he runs, so she pretends to sleep while he sits in her sitting room and watches. His presence soft and so protective it makes her drowsy.

-sometimes one of the others catch him- hoseoks omega jimin who often sneaks into her room to nest with her, jimin in his fine silks that namjoon bought for him by the door, sharing a chaste evening scenting. “How is she?” namjoon is too hungry for information about her, too hungry for other things- which is why he must keep his distance.

-“She’s lonely your grace” “we’ve known each other for long enough jiminie” the same chide as always,

-“joon,” jimîn says, leaning against the doorway, “she’s curious, and I fear what secrets she will go about uncovering without her alphas hand to guide her in the right direction,” “jungkookie can-“

-“jungkook is nothing more than a pup and you know it, what kind of message will it send if you do not take what the queen has demanded is yours” and namjoon leans over her bed to get his hand on her cheek and it’s a struggle for her to keep her eyes closed and breathing undisturbed when he cups her cheek, long fingers skimming over it.

-“Can you really blame me? Look how peaceful she looks, how lovely, surely you cannot fault me for cherishing it, she looks so unbothered by ideals of love and my own short comings” “namjoon” namjoon smiles, sad,

-“every time I see her I want to draw her close, it’s maddening.”

-“So you stay far away?”

-"So i stay far far away."

(The only thing truly stoping me at this point is time- I don’t have time to give this the story it deserves)

[lou-ghoul]

MATTHEO RIDDLE- SLOW DANCING

(mattheo riddle x slytherin! female reader)

synop: you and mattheo meet each other at a party through friends. little did you know you meeting would lead to another.

you finally make your way downstairs and see your friends Amelia and Lucille. you smile and wave but they are so drunk they just grin from ear to ear and walk towards you. “y/n! havvvee youuu heard what mattheo riddle has saiddddd?” Amelia slurs at you “No what has he said Mel?” you ask curiously. Lucile goes to say something but they get shit-eating grins and point behind you. you turn around and there he is, Mattheo riddle. “have you guys been tattling on me?” Mattheo asks and he smirks. you can smell the Jack Daniel’s wafting off of him. “no, of course, nottttt” lucile slurs, and then they both walk away leaving you with him. “so then. go on if you have something to say, say it” you say boldly expecting him to say something nasty. “ohh i’ve just been saying i’ve wanted to dance with you allll night but you were a dorm body and stayed in.” he smirks “oh.. i.. I really don’t know how to.. dance like the girls you dance with.. I only know how to slow dance..” you blush and look down. “I’m fine with slow dancing. as long as it’s with you.” he smiles and reaches down to your waist his fingers grazing your sides as a slow country song comes on. You're pretty sure it’s strawberry wine. “may I have this dance (y/n l/n)?” he asks. you smile and nod. you and mattheo have had tension ever since you guys were young.

as you hold his hands it feels like you have been staring into his eyes for ages and they get more beautiful as the seconds pass but you didn’t know he was feeling the same as you. you have always thought you were an ugly nobody, a nerd. But, mattheo saw you as the prettiest girl he had ever laid eyes on. he moves a strand of hair behind your ears, puts his hand on your side of your face and moves his face closer sort of asking for permission to kiss you.

(then BOOM you get hit by a big ass bus. jk)

you lean in sort of too and he connects your lips. he doesn’t try french kissing you or anything like that he just kisses you and you kiss back. you continue dancing for a few seconds then pull away. “i-i like you a lot Mattheo.” you admit to him. “I like you a lot too.” you don’t know how to feel when he says those words to you so you grab his face and kiss him again and he smiles kissing you back as his hands rub up and down your sides and back then eventually landing on your ass. he gropes and massages it a bit while you whimper into his mouth. he grabs your hand leading you up into his private dorm (daddies money) locks it and immediately presses you up against the door. “I have a lot to make up for baby so just let me take care of you.” mattheo riddle whispers into your ear. this night couldn’t get any better in your opinion.

but it does you feel his hands wrap around your waist and carry you to bed.

ANNNNDDD THATS ALL FOLKS🩷

this is the song i’m talking about by the way

[planetpedri]

Softly — Leandro Trossard.

Pairing: Leandro Trossard x Fem!Reader

Summary: You wake to the smell of your best friend making you breakfast, a normal routine when he visits. If only you knew it would take one tiny accident for the two of you to get out what you’ve been trying to do for years.

Word count: 983

Disclaimer/s: none, just pure fluff!

A/N: This one’s for all my babygirls(angie)… i see you ladies(angie).. i’m lurkin(freaking).. and im stalking(ur reposts).. when you least expect it(its very evident i tell u every time)…

The smell of freshly cooking bacon wafted throughout your small apartment on the outskirts of Brussels. You’d lived in the city since you were a fresh adult, while starting Uni and hadn’t moved since.

The only difficult part, was the distance it put between you and your best friend, Leo. When he’d moved away for career purposes, you were stuck in Belgium. Although, he did try to visit as much as possible.

Today was during one of those visits. In which, he had always stayed at your place. And every morning, you would wake up to the smell of him cooking breakfast.

Exiting your bedroom with a smile on your face, you shuffle your way into the kitchen. The smell hitting your nostrils in the most heavenly way.

“Leoooo.” You sighed out, accidentally startling him in the process.

“Christ!” He grumbles, “you scared me.”

You laugh, waving away his still wide-eyed state. “Sorry to interrupt, just cannot fathom how good this smells.” Walking toward the stove, your eyes flutter shut. “Maybe I do need to move to the UK.”

Leandro, admiring the way you looked in the morning light, hums softly. “Please do.”

Taking a few steps back so the man could take the pieces of bacon off the pan, you nod thoughtfully. “Unfortunately, moving to a whole ‘nother country for a friend wouldn’t make a very good reason on my resignation letter.”

Rolling his eyes, Leandro moves to open the waffle maker, diligently taking them out one by one. “Just say you’re getting married or something.” He kids, turning to you with a teasing look.

You loved moments like this, when he was more playful than serious. It was a moment just like this, all those years ago, that made you realize you were deeply in love with him.

“Yeah? And who would I be marrying?” You quirk an eyebrow, taking a plate from the newly cleaned stack before handing it to him.

Leandro begins his process of making you a traditional Belgian waffle as he speaks, “well, me of course?”

It was a joke, of course it was. But that didn’t stop your stomach from flipping. Before you know it, you’re speaking again. “Ah, my childhood dreams of our marriage, finally fulfilled?”

You’d mean’t that to come out as a joke, but the way his gaze landed on you, his lips tugged into a lopsided grin, eyes twinkling in the light, oh you’d really meant it.

“You dreamt about that?” He asks, his voice still laced with humor, but with a little bit of something you couldn’t quite place. Something a little more.. wishful.

Cheeks burning a light shade of red, you shrug, trying to find a way to play it off. “Don’t let that get to your head.”

He finishes the waffle, adding a few extra strawberries on the side just the way you liked. “It already has, sorry.” Leandro hands you the plate, his face amused as he watches your eyes roll.

Taking the plate, you tense at the sudden flesh to flesh contact, your hands then failing to grip the plate once his pull away.

A loud shattering sound making the both of you jump back, “shit!” You grumble, slouching down to pick up some of the pieces, only for them to be swatted away.

“Don’t!” Leandro snaps, “don’t touch them, you might get cut.” He softens his voice, concern etched across his face as he swiftly moved to grab a broom from the pantry.

While he sweeps it up, you watch with a from. “Sorry, all that hard work and I drop it.”

“It’s okay,” he sighs, eyes flickering up at you. “Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, why?” Your eyebrows furrow.

“You just seemed a little tense thats all,” he shrugs it off, dumping the contents into the garbage before putting the broom away.

You—still upset— hadn’t noticed he’d made his way over to you. “Don’t worry about it… i’ll make you more. It’s no trouble.” He reassures, his hands holding your biceps with a comforting squeeze.

“I know, I just feel bad.” You pout, eyes meeting his.

His eyes. His dark raccoon-eque dark circles, which only seemed to lighten when during his bi-monthly visits.

Leandro chuckles, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I’d make you a dozen waffles, don’t worry about one. It probably wasn’t that good anyways.”

You pull away from his touch for a second, examining his face. You were certain in that moment, you had never loved him so much.

“I love you.” You blurt out, eyebrows scrunching together.

“I know.” Leandro lets out a breathy laugh, “I love you too.” His hands drop from your arms to his side, already walking back toward the ingredients to make more waffles.

You purse your lips. “No, Leo.” You huff, “I love you.”

He pauses, turning around. “I know, and I said—“

“No, i’m in love with you.”

You said it. After nearly ten years of loving him, so silently, so passionately, you’d finally just said it. And he was quiet. Probably stunned, probably in disbelief.

“And, I said I love you too.” He finally speaks, taking painfully slow strides back toward you.

“Yeah, but I—“

“But nothing.” Leandro tilts his head to the side, his hand coming to rest on your cheek, a feeling you welcome. “I love you, too.”

“Oh.” You blink, subconsciously leaning into his touch, “oh..?”

You two stand like that for a moment, reveling in the moment. An unspoken understanding passing between you in that moment, with you simply reveling in the fact that you’d spent ten long years loving him in silence when the whole time, he’d loved you right back.

You don’t comprehend it when his lips touch yours for the first time, it’s a soft peck. A small, tender act of affection that made your heart do summersaults. Smiling, you press your lips back into his.

DTS , @halfwayhearted & @ar4ujos . Please no comment on how ?? this is i wrote it at 4 in the morning and i have been awake for like 28 hours straight now so…

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Floral Language

Fandom: Xmen

Warnings: None

Wordcount: 1458 Summary: Oh to be hidden away in the shrubbery of a woodland garden that you don't have to maintain. Now thats the real dream.

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Spring time was probably one of the prettiest time in the mansion, when the heaps upon heaps of shrubbery and trees around were in bloom; creating a floral smelling rainbow of colors among the many paths one could take around the garden. Kurt had been perched on the roof, overseeing a lot of the basketball court and a sizeable chunk of the west side of the garden where the thick bushes and trees made a perfect get away for those who didn't like the full heat of the sun on their skin

He had far more interest in that corner than whichever team was winning the basketball match, watching as the sunrays fell through the canopy of the trees, dancing on the pale skin and dark hair of the mutant underneath in an array of fractured spots of light. It made her look so incredibly radiant and warm. Miranda was holding a yellow flower, trying to affect it with her powers but having no real luck as the flower kept springing back into view.

Yes, he could see all of that from where he was perched; good eye sight being a necessary component of his own abilities. Teleporting made the distance no problem whatsoever, sending himself to a spot somewhat near her but far away enough to not scare her into activating her power, casually making his way over to her to see what she was up to.

"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, genuinely curious as he sat down beside her. She looked up at him, giving the slightest inkling of a smile.

"Working theory between our resident scientists is that my powers supposedly affects organic material. Plants, animals, that kind of stuff; maybe rocks if I'm lucky. I figured I would start with something small, like this flower, and you would think that willing it to turn invisible would be easier than my entire body, but..."

She held the daffodil out to him, showing how she was trying to focus her powers into it. The stem obliged albeit under slight protest, but as soon as the invisibility lapped at the actual flower itself it started flickering like a lightbulb with damaged wiring before shutting off all together, seemingly rejecting to be turned invisible as the stem came back into view.

"This stubborn little thing bested me like that at least five times now, though I did almost get it on the first try."

"Hm, well, from what I've seen your powers tend to react to fear. There's not much to fear from a daffodil."

"Unless it decides to spit a yellow jacket at me, not really."

"Not a fan of wasps?"

"Like an arachnophobe is not a fan of spiders," she dryly remarked, setting the flower aside and relaxing in the shade and the slight breeze that made a hot day a lot more tolerable.

"You like daffodils, then?"

"Eh, I'm more of a tulip kind of girl."

"Ach, of course, how very fitting for the Dutch lady," he said with a slight chuckle, only further amused when she leaned towards him and halfheartedly pointed at him.

"Oi, don't you start that, less I feel the need to drench up the centuries old, neighbor esque rivalry between our respective countries."

"You care about football, then?"

"Not in the slightest," she laughed, leaning back on her hands and closing her eyes for a moment to bask in the soft glow of the sun through the leaves, and taking in the different floral scents around her. She opened her eyes again, looking around to take in the vivid sights of the garden in bloom.

"It's beautiful around here," she muttered.

"That it is," Kurt agreed, taking the daffodil from her side and observing it for a moment, "if the daffodil is too stubborn, maybe it helps to try a different flower? It might be that because you almost got it on the first try, that your expectations are high for every attempt after it. So when the result is less than what you expect, it feels like stagnation instead of growing and learning."

He looked around, easily hopping over to one of the bushes as he had made his choice of flower to give to her. Miranda swore she heard Kurt politely apologize to the rosebush before taking one of its blooms and offering it to her.

"Did you just apologize to the roses?"

"Ja. Plants like it when you talk to them. And it seems unfair to just take something it worked so hard on without telling it I appreciate its effort."

She took the flower from him with a very soft, appreciative sigh.

"You are too sweet for your own good, Kurt."

Their thoughts were interrupted by yelling from the basketball field down the way; apparently things had gotten quite rowdy and mutant powers got involved that the basketball had decided to come flying their way in a high arch and with surprising speed as it started its descend.

Kurts eyes were highly focused on the ball; within seconds he teleported himself all the way up to grab it in midair, gracefully somersaulting around to focus his gaze on the fields and all but imagining himself back on the ground to make it so.

"Nice catch. You should join them in case anyone decides to fling the thing into orbit again."

"Are you coming, too?"

"I'd rather stay here a little while longer. I'm really not one for sports; and I don't see how invisibility is going to help me in mutant powered basketball."

"Okay. The invitation still stands."

And with that he left, the hint of sulfur that seemed to cling to his teleportation becoming rather familiar. Miranda's gaze softened at the white rose in her hand, holding it up to her nose and breathing in its scent.

A white rose.

Didn't that mean...?

'Oh, come off it,' whispered some voice in the back of her head, 'don't read anything ridiculous into this. It’s coming from a white rosebush, what is he supposed to do, randomly pluck out another color that has some different flower language meaning?'

As her gaze drifted to the bush in question at her side, the voice in her head continued; 'besides, you said it yourself. He is too sweet for his own good. He would've done the same for anyone trying to practice their powers. We’re not doing that same song and dance again where we see someone’s kindness for more than it is only to inevitably get hurt because there’s nothing more to it than that. He's trying to help a friend; because that's just the kind of person he is. This means nothing.'

While she was halfway lost in her own thoughts, that only seemed to heighten her sense of hearing in an attempt to keep her safe, looking up and to her other side as she heard footsteps approach.

"What’cha doing out here by your lonesome, sugar? Whole crew's over that way, why don'tcha join them?"

"I don't like basketball?" she replied dryly, with a sense of unease coming through in her tone. Now, Rogue seemed like a fair, reasonable and sweet person; Miranda just couldn't shake the feeling of feeling intimidated by the southern belle's present.

Whether that was because what she had heard of Rogue's ability, her very fierce loyalty to those she cared about or a combination of the two, Miranda had yet to figure out for herself.

"Don't need to join the match to be involved, do ya?"

Hm. Maybe standing on the sideline and watching would provide some insight in how others were controlling their powers, and maybe that helped get more of a grasp on her own.

"Fair point. Well made. Mind going ahead? I'll be there in a few."

"You better, or I'm coming to getcha myself."

As Rogue left, Miranda turned her gaze back to the rose she was holding. Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she could feel that she was still holding onto it, but the flower had vanished from sight in her hands. Only when Rogue was far away enough did it flicker back into the light of day. Miranda frowned ever so lightly at that, a far softer in tone voice in her head piping up

'If the rose means nothing, why are you hiding it?'

She shook off the thought, getting up and stretching a little. Deciding to take a slight detour before joining the group at the basketball field, she went back inside the mansion to put the rose in some water. She made her way over the twisting path past many different blooming bushes, and along sweeping seas of daisies and petunias in every color imaginable in order to do so.

[cure-typhoon]

im very new here, what exactly is the runaway au im Very Curious now :eyes:

Hiii okey so basically is an au where the beta trolls (humans here) help Karkat escape from the people who kidnapped him a year ago and are going around the country in a van, trying to find a way to separate Karkat from the alien he has been fused with before things start to become worse for him.

And extended summary of the start of the au is:

Karkat has been missing for around a year before he was pressumed dead after his jacket covered in blood was found in the woods close to the last place he was seen. It was assumed he got attacked by an animal and thats why his body was never found.

The start of the story occurs at his funeral, from Vriska's point of view as she decides to attend the funeral even after she hasnt been friend with the group for around 6 years. They got in a Big fight at the end of highschool and all of them went on their separate ways, theyre 22 now and it's the first reunion as a group after the fight.

The funeral is, depressing as you can expect, Vriska is feeling akward as she is not really friendly with anyone in the group, she tries to talk to Kanaya as she was one of her closest friends when they we're younger but she is a mess emotionally because she was the last person who saw Karkat before he disappeared.

Anyway a lot happens and the funeral is almost over and all of the beta kids are reunited in a room just, not really talking. They tried to but it starts to become an argument until Kanaya's stops them and tells them that if they don't shut up she is kicking them all out because she really can't handle their garbage today.

They calm down and Vriska propose that they go to their old hanging spot, an old abandoned cabin they used to frecuent, and leave some things for him there because it would probably be less depressing that being here. And all of them agree and get inside or Vriska's van. They buy some burgers on the way and arrive at the place.

They go inside and kind of explore the place but decide to just sit and eat like the old times, they talk about old memories, and then Karkat. Things get emotional again and they decide to look for some of his old stuff to see if theyre even there.

Nepeta goes to the back of the cabin, to a room they hadn't check yet, it's dark in there and she uses her flashlight only to see a BIG fucking EGG in there, a slimy and broken egg full of a strange liquid. She is about to enter to investigate but stops herself, she smells blood, she points the light to the ceilling and sees a person, upside down, covered on blood and with eyes completely white.

She screams as that persons starts attacking her. She is fighting back but the person is trying to kill her, thankfully the others come upstairs after hearing her screams and starts to help her.

They fight and it's chaotic and some of them get injured badly but theyre able to tie him up and things calm down. They try to find out what's going, going from a possesion to aliens.

Then the person wakes up, now more calm but very confused, asking what the hell is going and where is he. He then sees the people in front of him and says "KANAYA?" and they get silent, they recognize that voice, it sounded more tired than what they we're used to, but it was Karkat

The one who they just had a funeral for, the one who just attacked them and the one who looks a minute away from dying.

Lets say things got chaotic after that. And thats all of the summary, for now lol, there's still more about the start but I want to draw it :3

[goldfishlover73]

10, 24 and 30: Name of a song that inspired a fic (I recall you had one title that was inspired by a song but I never got it)? I'm not expecting you to out the fic 😊

10. A fic that got a different response than I thought it would. When anyone likes them...I'm very surprised. I know I don't typically write conventional things, so I'm always pleasantly surprised when people like them. But specific ones, GaiSaku was a very pleasant surprise! I didn't expect it to get as much traffic as it did and I had a lot of very lovely people read and comment and all the things! Mago is one that I'm surprised about the most. Between an OC, another time travel fic from me, and how it ended, I figured it would have gotten more hate. I have had stories that are misinterpreted, or people missed the point. I won't point them out because thats one of the best things about writing is that it can take on different meanings for different people, so I'll leave it at that. But it has happened. ^_^

24. A moodboard from a current wip. ...I don't actually know what a moodboard is??? so...I can't. But I'll share a snippet from current wip

>>> “And the leggings still show off your amazing, god-like ass.” Kakashi said bitterly. All the people who weren’t trying to get a look at Gai’s ass before were now. Though he was wearing jeans, Gai knew what he was doing. They had to be tailored. The barista, who was helping one person in front of them, stood on his tip toes. “But maybe the sculpted, god-like muscles aren’t what they are coming for. Perhaps something on the  sinewy side.”

“How do you even know that word?”

“You leave your books lying around.”

>>> 30. I'll out the fic. It's called Smoke The song is Darken my Door by Lucero (The southern rock/ punk country band, not the latin singer lady) If anyone got it, I would have been severely surprised because it's...a lot. The album Darken my Door is on starts with a song called 'Smoke' which is called back throughout the album. I've actually tried to write a fic to this song, but it never quiet worked out. Anyway...Smoke is where the title comes from. The butchered line from the fic is "That god awful smell of smoke in his fake hair" The lyric from the song is "That god awful smell of perfume in your hair" It doesn't match, probably lack luster since it's not a good callback, but it worked for me.

[pasaningunlugu]

a letter to me and future me

i know its hard, it has always been hard and it gets harder day by day. the only thing that matters is it’ll pass and you’ll find something harder. thats how it works by according to my negligible knowledge.

i’ve always been good with mirrors, looking at my imperfections, looking at the favourite side of my face, looking at my acne scars, looking at the strands of scarce beard, looking into my eyes. although sometimes even getting up and brushing my teeth feels so impossible, brush your teeth, you know i always hated people with bad hygiene. don’t think about if there being a point of looking after yourself, you don’t live for others. it’s your sole mission as a primitive entity to be healthy. don’t forget to take showers, it always feels good afterwards even if you don’t think so. try to be clean, don’t procrastinate on dishes, take your garbage more frequently, vacuum your floors. don’t do it for other people, the only one that needs to be impressed is you and you must impress yourself.

i tend to try smoking my problems away and i guess it works to a degree but don’t use it as an escape mechanism, you don’t want to end up like your father at 50 barely climbing four flights of stairs, don’t be like your father. speak up, make people listen to you. i know you fear damaging relationships, hurt loved ones or fear getting judged. it is not healthy both for you and your friends to keep all your thoughts to yourself, you’ve learned this the hardest way. i know it’s really, really hard and hurtful to keep arguing with people you love and care dearest but you shouldn’t fit yourself in for others just like they shouldn’t to fit themselves into your way of thinking. so just try to keep it balanced.

don’t get selfish, keep helping people and don’t expect anything in return, stay in touch with your friends, even if you don’t feel there is any emotional connection, they care about you just like you care about them but everyone got their own lives and their own problems, sometimes you don’t get to be the most important thing on their life and thats completely ok.

NEVER, NEVER hurt yourself in any way. everything is temporary and you’ll be gone from this world in no time. spend your precious time with things you won’t regret. you have to find the goodness in this world, i choose to believe there is.

don’t get attached to anything, it always ends up in vain. i’ve been a believer that true love is out there somewhere but it’s not worth it, you’ll probably never find it just like i can’t. maybe in time you’ll get over things, maybe you’ll meet someone and believe this is it but it too, will end. your heart is too sensitive to love someone just to get broken again. so don’t even bother, you’ve been born into the shittiest decade of your country and making meaningful connections is not a priority for most people in this day and age.

i need to fill my garden with the whitest of flowers to smell them until my nose bleeds, until my brain goes numb i need to watch carelessly chatting on a cramped, second hand sofa to see her every pore sprouting tenderness until my eyes get watery i need to hear most obscure moans and giggles and everything in between to overfill myself with neverending love, where my billion neurons eradicate each other to feel the greatest opioid in its purest form i need to hold hands, walk on the same pace, i need to get caught daydreaming i need to watch movies, i need to walk places, i need to talk graces i need to see sights, i need to be nice. i need hours of kissings ending with a shorter kiss, i need to be embraced, i need to embrace i need to make plans, i need to feel embarrassed, i need to get thrilled i need to be cure and cured at the same time, i need to be understanding and understood i need to make cheesy jests just to make fun of them i need a mother and a baby, need a friend and a daisy to praise, be praised, to share memories. i want to be loved, i want someone to acknowledge me, care about me, make exceptions for me. i need to love

don’t forget to drink lots of water, it’s good for your skin. i know you enjoy cutting your own hair but don’t cut it too short, it generally ends up in regret. don’t stop caring about people, even if you think they are using you for comfort and for their problems. most people around you see yourself as a good listener and you like the idea of being a good listener, to understand them, to help them, to be a safe haven for them. you like it when people say that you are lucky but don’t forget that you like being liked and you don’t share bad experiences and things you had to do, things you had to let go of and your thousands of failures. you are not lucky, this is just your sympathetic, clumsy, foolish and friendly persona. don’t get too careless and don’t forget that people see you how you show yourself.

keep collecting memories, i know people see you as tangible and materialistic but you are a deep, emotional person who can’t express himself like he should. keep gifts and objects that made you feel special, keep writing poems even if they are shitty, keep writing diaries even if they are tiresome. feelings and perceptions of events change but materials and the meanings you gave them are eternal. don’t throw your old notebooks, don’t get rid of anything written. digital is just ones and zeros and you are above two numbers.

don’t get carried over small things, anger is the act of not knowing how to handle the situation, never make any decisions when you are angry, that post someone liked, that tweet someone posted or that joke your friend made was probably not serious, don’t take it personally. be kind to yourself and others. i truly believe you are a good man and deserve good things in your life.

take care, hakan.

[admiringlove]

hello!! congratulations on 2k followers! thats a big milestone :)

i'd like to send in something for the event!

my name is yves and my favorite haikyuu character is sakusa 💌 i like to draw digitally in my spare time and i love spicy food and sweet snacks. other than drawing, i also like calling with my friends, listening to calming music and designing characters. oh and, if this info is helpful i'm an INTP! :)

thank you for your time and again congratulations on 2k!! you deserve it 🤲

spicy food and late night calls.

hello yves! thank you for the request! i hope this came out as well as you imagined it :)

when the doorbell to your apartment rung, you didn't expect there to be two delivery men from two different stores standing on the other side. they looked just as confused as you. and when you said that you hadn't ordered anything, they said the same thing.

"but the order was placed by sakusa kiyoomi."

you raised an eyebrow, immediately pulling out your phone and texting him.

hey, did you order food and flowers?

his reply comes within milliseconds. as if he was waiting for you to ask that question.

omi: they're for you.

his reply makes you smile, reminding you of how you were early on in your relationship with him. going on dates that had very low budgets because of how broke the two of you were, him buying you small trinkets and telling you the same thing as he did now, "they're for you". you remember the time he gifted you a new digital pen—it had been from his first official salary from being in the msby jackals. he'd said the same thing to you when you'd looked up at him in awe after opening the gift. "it's for you", his voice had been soft, but it echoed through your heart as you wrapped your arms around him and shed tears into his chest, thanking him for simply being there. he'd kissed the top of your head, telling you not to cry as he rubbed your back. from then on, you'd taught kiyoomi how to draw on a tablet. he found it quite irritating at first, having to keep his hand above the screen. but from irritated groans to your background snickers, he'd learned. and now, he preferred to draw parts of you on the screen. whether it be your eyes, the little specks of white and black in them in much detail. or your hands, every vein and bone accentuated.

you let out a small chuckle as you apologize to the two delivery men, taking the bouquet and takeout inside. as you place the packages on the counter, you find the note attached to the flowers.

and then, there's a call incoming from your phone. you know it's him by the ringtone you'd kept for him.

"you're quite the charmer, omi," you grin, "sending me food, flowers and handwritten notes even though you're halfway across the country? how romantic."

"so i don't even get a hello anymore," he retorts, "how unromantic."

"you don't need a hello when all you'll be getting are kisses from me when you get back," you mumble, "but really, how'd you manage to send a note you wrote yourself when you're in okinawa?"

"i went to the florist last night," he says, "wrote the note and told them to deliver it tonight. isn't that thoughtful of me?"

"i think you're getting in over your head," you giggle, pulling out the takeout containers, "also i can smell the spicy stuff. my nose is tingling."

"yeah, i don't miss that at all," you laugh when you hear him say that, reminiscing the time when you first made him eat the noodles from your favorite restaurant. his face had gone red, sweat dripping from his chin to his hair, and he had his tongue out to quench the heat. all you could do then was laugh as he drank glass after glass of iced water.

"you should've told me you have a low spice tolerance," you tell him, opening the container and taking your first bite, "how was i supposed to know you would turn into a tomato?"

"my mouth was on fire," he quips. you can just visualize his narrow eyes and playful frown, "and before you took me there, you should've asked me if i could handle it or not. how was i supposed to know that you would attempt to murder my digestive system?"

you grin, plopping down on your couch as your voice becomes soft, "i miss you already."

"i know," he tells you, "four more days and then i'm back."

"four more days and then i have okinawa's finest sweets coming home to me."

"i knew it," he feigns an offended gasp, "you're using me for food."

"oh no," you say, in a disappointed tone, "you caught me."

© all works belong to admiringlove on tumblr. plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(weight gain Open Rp and Male Muse only)" Arrow through the Heart Love Story"

On the Glorious Day of the Beautiful Wedding, Saphira saw No groom at the alter and she was wondering where he is... Saphira was Furious and pretty impatient but until, She Saw her groom Name "Randy James Whistler" coming in with his Pregnant Mistress. Everyone at the Alter was shocked as well. Even her Father and His Father was Even More Shock than others as well...Then Saphira Said with her Infuriated Words

Saphira:"RANDY!! What In blazes do you think your doing!? And Who The Hell is she!?"

Randy gives Saphira a Dirty ass look..as she can smell, He reeks of Alcohol..then he said with his snarky attitude,

Randy:"Oh Hush up Woman! I never Loved you!, I'm in Love with Debrah! She's the only One that I can married with!"

Everyone at the alter gasp in shock..and her Father was down right furious and His father was so embarassed so much that He asked himself "why am I related to this Idiot!?" Saphira was shocked and all..and she crossed her arms..and Then Randy said it more and said that He's secretly married to her in vegas style as well..Now that Made Saphira's blood boils...and she said,

Saphira:"Thats it! The wedding is Off! You! Randy Whistler Are Finished!!! You Are going to regret For this Kind Of Behavior..And You Have Brought Disgrace to your Family and Dishonor on my Fathers Name! Enjoy your Mistress while it last! and also your Paying for the wedding that my Father had Just planned and now it's Gone to waste!"

Saphira Stormed out from the wedding, Feeling all Angry and Hurt alot...Her father said to Mr. Whistler (Randy's dad)

Mordue:" My daughter was right! Your Son brought Nothing but Dishonor and Disgrace to this family! And you Will Pay For this Wedding! Have Fun with yOur New Daughter in law!"

Her family Left with a Huge Huffs in disgust and all, Then Months later..The Whistler family began to pay for the wedding and the compensation to saphira for Randy's Infidelity and Ruining the Beautiful wedding...Rumor has it that Randy got Severe Punishment from his family by forcing to work triple to pay up for saphira along with his Pregnant Now "Wife" to work hard to pay Saphira as well...But For what she heard that Debrah Lost the baby due to stress...but She doesn't care...She wants nothing to do with them anymore and thats that..

7 Years later....

Saphira Moved to a Nice Decent country and tried to Move on...But She was trauma from the Incident 7 years ago from the wedding incident, She sighs and began to Drink her Hot chocolate..but then....Mr. Binx, Her Friendly talking cat jumped on the counter and he said,

Mr. Binx:"Saphira, When are you going to Stop Thinking about the Past and Start to move on? I mean it's been 7 years from Now...You need a "Real" Man Saphira.."

Saphira; " I know Mr. Binx...but What Do you expect Mr. Binx? There is No Way that a man would Magically appeared out of nowhere! *Sighs* Whats the point?...Whats a Gal Like me Who would've find a right man anyway?..."

Then Mr. Binx had an Idea..and then he said,

Mr. Binx:" hmm..wait I heard from the internet news, there is a match Maker Booth called "Arrow Through the Heart" I think you Should try it!"

Saphira: "Hmmm...I don't know about that.."

Mr. Binx: "Look..it's been 7 years since the incident, you need to Move on by being with someone new! You can't just be alone and Single Forever you know, Forget randy and Find a Great Man!"

Saphira:"You Know Mr. Binx, Your right, I've been dwelling in the past for too long..So where is this.."match making booth" anyway?"

Mr.Binx:" well it's at the North mall, it's close to your favorite store."

Saphira:"perfect, I'll go there Immediately."

And Just like that, Saphira began to Drive to the North mall near her favorite Store where the Match making machine was located..She went in and Saw the "Arrow through the Heart" Booth..It's about a Shape of the heart with a lovely Door...then She pays the booth and began to go inside and inside of the heart, there was a Therapy Bot..So it asked her questions and all..and she explains everything and all... And then She told the bot what she ever wanted..a Man who would love her for her and never betraying her for others..when every test she did and everything was finished..it told her that the results will comes in tomorrow..Then The Next day, She got the letter to the match making party at the Lovely fancy country club..So she accepted..the invitation said to bring a Lovely Horses...So She did..On the day of the party just arrived...when she got there..She wears a beautiful dress and got on her White Clydesdale horse..She smiles and sees them lines up to see who has a great match when she lines up with the girls...but when she sees other girls giggles and laughs..she felt embarassed and scared...Then One by one..all guys goes with the most beautiful girls...So she's the last one...but other couples left...and she was the last..she lower her ears, feeling heartbroken and all..but then she sees the Cute and Sweet,,and also Sexy Chubber coming to her with his Horse and then he said...

[thelarriefics]

ROYAL FIC REC, Part III: Below you’ll find more regal fics. (Part I, Part II)

📖 Nothing But You On My Mind by @absoloutenonsense (83k)

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

📖 adjudication by @bottomlinsons (75k)

Harry's been engaged to Princess Charlotte of Ryde for as long as he can remember. He's come to know her, to love her, through the letters she's sent him over the past three years.

But when the wedding finally arrives, Harry quickly learns that nothing is as it seems. With his crown and country at stake, Harry must decide who to trust in this strange new land. And the sly Crown Prince of Ryde doesn't seem inclined to make things easy.

📖 i kiss you (across hundreds of separating years) by @inlockets (44k)

the stars and two amused boys are playing cupid, and there are one too many coded love letters and a duck plushie that smells like home

📖 Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren (42k)

Harry, prince of Cestrescir, has been betrothed to Ludvic, prince of Yorvik, since birth. He'd accepted a loveless marriage as his duty to his country, until an accident threw him in the path of a gentle alpha

📖 crown me with your heart (your love is king) by @perfectdagger (41k)

A The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Wedding au in which Harry is the Crown Prince of the small island of Eroda and Louis’ uncle is trying to take the throne from him, with a slight a/b/o twist and some more.

📖 take my hand, wreck my plans by @daggerandrose (38k)

a cinderella abo au with a twist

📖 Under your skin, Over the moon by @softfonds (35k)

If there was one thing Harry didn’t expect the day before his uni graduation, it was for his long lost grandmother to show up and tell him he’s actually a prince thats next in line to rule Genovia. He also didn’t expect to fall for his royal advisor, who happens to hate his guts. A Princess Diaries AU.

📖 with no way out and a long way down by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (31k)

Prince Harry is ten when he receives his soulmark.

📖 the sanctity of patience by @scrunchyharry (22k)

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

His illusions vanished, Harry will have learn to appreciate what has and even, perhaps, fall in love with his imperfect husband and his castle.

📖 But Now Together, We're Alone by @becomeawendybird (22k)

It's a stroke of good luck when Harry Styles, a man who grew up on the small island of Martinique, is offered the position of tutor to the Dauphin and his sister.

When he arrives at the palace, he is dragged into a world of opulence, courtiers, whispers in the shadows, and illicit affairs. But he is also introduced to the king, the most intriguing man he's ever met.

📖 The Golden Prince by @behappyhl (19k)

When He arrives in London, he’s speechless.

It’s so different from his little hometown, he can’t help the feeling that it is an unknown planet. Everything is bigger; The streets, the buildings, the stores. The people are always running somewhere, always in a hurry. Harry instantly feels out of place.

Or, Harry lives a perfectly normal life until he gets a life changing job opportunity.

📖 i hope that you won't slip away in the night by @adoredontour (13k)

the one where louis is a prince and harry is a popstar

📖 The Prince and The YouTuber by @haztobegood (12k)

The Annual Rosendal Spring Gala hosted by the Royal Family is the most prestigious fundraiser in the country. When a problem with the honorary foundation arises, Crown Prince Louis Tomlinson must pick a new worthy foundation on short notice. He discovers the perfect replacement in an unlikely place, while watching his favorite YouTuber, Harrysparkles.

📖 Trust Me Tonight by @vintageumbroshirt (10k)

After Harry’s eighteenth birthday, his father calls him into a meeting to say that he is to be married to Prince Louis of France in just over a week.

Harry is excited, of course. The arrangement is better than any he could’ve hoped for, with such a young, handsome and kind husband.

There is just one issue: Harry doesn’t know what happens on his nuptials, or how to get pregnant to give Louis the heir that he needs.

📖 Your secret's safe with me by @lightwoodsmagic (7k)

when Louis' favourite singer comes back and announces he's performing again, him and the rest of his group chat decide to go. When Haz, the man Louis' fallen in love with without meeting him, says that he can't, Louis tries his best to convince him with a drunken phone call, hearing his voice for the first time. It's not until he's at Royal Variety that he swears he can hear it again.

📖 been lost for too long by @lookslikefairytale (6k)

Nothing much interesting happens in Harry's life, ever. Sure, some would – literally – kill to trade places with him at the palace. But being seventh in line for the throne comes with a set of annoying and boring responsibilities and none of the fun that the actual royal princes, Harry's cousins, get to have. Except, maybe, for the fact that people seem to want to kill Harry on a daily basis.

or, the one where Harry gets kidnapped and Louis rescues him. Kind of.

[burnedbyshoto]

hole in the wall

In a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with hole in the wall that has him coming back for more.

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pairing: todoroki shouto x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, PWP, cult activity, drug mention, alcohol consumption, glory hole, cursing, degradation, praise, possessive jealous!shouto, stuck in the wall, spanking, overstim, bruising, bleeding, breeding

word count: 7,831

a/n: read the fucking warnings bro, im tired, I hate formatting, here’s to finally writing what I wanna write! also, this is for a lovely bnharem collab that kept getting pushed back... make sure to read the intro to understand my story! anyways, gloryholes is peak anonymous sex and I just,,, if thats the only way imma get to suck shoutos cock, I will. I had something else to say... I forgot. oH THIS IS WRITTEN IN A NEW STLYE-ISH??? porn from shoutos pov!!!

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Traditionally, when people think of the connection between heroes and cults, they expect that the heroes eradicate the cults, not that the heroes are a part of a cult.

It was somewhat ironic that a group of people who advocated for public safety, for the wellbeing of every citizen of the country - the world - would demand compensation in areas that didn't involve financial compensation. Heroes saved the day countless amounts of times, but when they needed... help at night because they've been so busy saving the world, there needed to be compensation.

It had shocked nearly everyone within the hero community when none other than Yaoyorozu Momo brought them a solution. For nothing more than loyalty to saving the day, all heroes granted the benefit of joining the Savior of Eight Million, an… organization brought forth by the prodigious hero. It had shocked the hero community at first that the once thought of a modern-day princess, putting together a wicked group that served the beastly needs of heroes, was almost laughable. But as time passed, as trials tested the organization (cult), the more heroes realized how lucky they were that it was Yaoyorozu who created this.

The Yaoyorozus, in all their riches and connections, made this group untouchable.

Police were bought off, apprehended, silenced.

Heroes with the savior complex were put down.

Villains were never believed.

The Savior of Eight Million held ties with the greatest, the most esteemed people in the world. The parties were unworldly, dripping with diamonds and gold, the sweet smell of champagne barely drowning out the bitter acidic and burning plastic smell of the drugs used vicariously at their gatherings. All heroes joined, politicians and celebrities fought to get in, and commoners wished they could be the servants of the night, whether that meant they would be serving food, drinks, or drugs, or allowing the heroes to do what this was all started for: to fuck them.

Of course, it didn't help that each commoner was paid for their service, discretion, and loyalty. Those who attempted to give away the secrets of the nights were always taken care of, and every gathering after someone tried to snitch, there was always a complaint that a sex slave just wasn't good enough.

Yaoyorozu Momo was a sweet girl, a helpful woman. She was a hero.

Heroes far and wide grovel at her feet in thanks, and even more surprisingly, even her old class supported this. Oh, how great life was when you were the most significant, greatest, and most untouchable cult in history.

To Todoroki Shouto, well, he didn't really have an opinion on this all, not really at least.

The cult - the organization, was created to help out heroes such as himself live comfortably while having such a busy lifestyle. His sex drive had never been that high, with his twenty-fifth birthday approaching, he could count on his two hands the number of times he'd been attended to with the help of the organization within the past five years.

Yes, two years after debuting as heroes, Momo had approached the graduate class with her plan. Todoroki Shouto could never deny a friend, especially not someone as smart and intentional as Yaoyorozu Momo. He had been one of the first - if not the first - voice to approve of her project.

However, the fifth-anniversary gathering (it was not a party) was finally here. Two months ago, the first round of reminders came around in the form of a beautifully handwritten card by their fearless yet kind leader. Shouto wondered if she really had handwritten each and every card, or if she had created it with her quirk - while he wasn't that heavily involved, he was not ignorant to the numbers of the cult, group, organization.

TO TODOROKI SHOUTO,

I WRITE THIS LETTER TO ASK IF YOU WILL BE JOINING US IN TWO MONTHS FOR ONE OF THE MANY GREATEST CELEBRATIONS WE - THE MEMBERS OF THE SAVIOR OF EIGHT MILLION - WILL HAVE FOR OUR FIFTH ANNIVERSARY OF BEING SUCH A WELL RECEIVED AND INFLUENTIAL ORGANIZATION. I AM GRATEFUL TO RELAY THAT OUR ESTEEMED MEMBERS BAKUGOU-SAN AND MIDORIYA-SAN WILL BE HOSTING OUR EVENT!

I FEEL AS IF WE HAVE NOT SEEN EACH OTHER IN SO LONG, TODOROKI-SAN, AND I MISS YOU SO DEARLY. I HOPE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE HAVE BEEN FINE AND THAT WE SHOULD MEET UP AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! PLEASE MAKE SURE TO RESPOND TO THE RSVP TO EITHER JIROU-SAN, KAMINARI-SAN, OR ME!

UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, YAOYOROZU MOMO

The letter had been kind, inviting, and so fleeting it made Shouto feel like he needed more from one of his most missed and trusted friend. Still, there would be time to catch up with everyone, no use in pushing now.

Grabbing his phone, Shouto typed in Momo's contact name into the search bar, tongue swiping his lower lip while he typed in his message and sent it. He had never been one for these parties. Too often, there were just too over-the-top. The festivities and friends were fun, but having to fight the impossible crowds for a moment of peace kept him from attending.

A truly mundane member.

But this was different after all, it wasn't every day that they celebrated five great years of service.

I'll be going, Yayorozu.

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Two months went by before Shouto had even realized it.

In those two months, he had received a formal invitation with a day and time. 

2X28, OCTOBER 23

STARTING FROM 20:00

Of course, the lack of an address is a precaution for keeping their organization out of the limelight should they be betrayed. Events of all shapes and sizes were always planned by the upper board of the organization. Only a specific few knew the place where the night would befall, and the rest of the members would be brought to the festivities by a chauffeur provided by the Yaoyorozu's. Getting to and from the party was always stressfree, no matter what befell that night, their safety of getting home was still safe.

The invitation was tucked away into the inside pocket of his jacket, it was his ticket to getting into the party, and it was best to not leave it behind. 

With the invitation now securely placed into his jacket, the smooth inflexible material stiff against his chest, Shouto stared into the mirror he stood before.

An elegant full-length mirror reflected his image to him, and truth be told, he was impressed with his presentation.

A charcoal grey Italian suit trimmed glinting silver nearly gleamed against the white light; the jacket was undone, exposing the white-collared long-sleeved shirt underneath. Typically, Shouto was a tie man, but the sleek black tie he was to wear lay hanging on the hanger, the first few buttons of the shirt undone. It highlighted his toned chest, the few pale scars on his chest just visible enough on his exposed skin to look like it was intensional. He looked good.

His fingers touched his hair, the once long style had been cut in a recent fight with a villain. It hadn't mattered much to Shouto, and in fact, the sudden haircut had spiked his overall ratings. It was short now, just long enough for his fingers to graze through the locks. It was slicked back, the swirl of red and white mixing and strands of red falling into his sight.

“Todoroki-sama, the car is here.”

Shouto didn't bother turning to the attendee, his gaze taking him in one last time.

"I'll be there."

His footsteps were quiet in the hallway, his waxed shiny black shoes gleaming in his hands as he walked to the front room. He slipped on the tight shoes and looked up to his servant, who stood at the front door with a patterned, black mask.

Nodding, he grabbed the mask and slipped it inside of his jacket as well.

A kitsune.

"Safe journey."

"I'll be back tonight."

And into the car, he went, the warm smell of leather and spices filling the backseat of the self-driving car. Shouto relaxed against the black leather, his eyes staring at the road while he slipped the mask out from his jacket. There was no reason to don the mask while stepping out of the house, being caught with it at his home always smelled trouble. 

In the car's silence, his fingers rested onto his lap, his lips set into a firm line while his thoughts lingered to what was to come at this party. 

The last time Bakugou and Midoriya hosted anything, it had ended with an overall disaster. Thankfully then it had been for their agency's founding party and not something dealing with the organization. But before he could muster the will to seek out further information on the private event, he realized that the car was already pulling into the large mansion where the event was being held.

People emerged from the cars before his own, the sleek masks donning on their faces, keeping their identities from unwanted eyes. The covers were specially made by none other than Yaoyorozu with the assistance of Hatsume Mei to ensure that those who wore it would be unrecognizable unless they were within a certain radius.

A small puff of air escaped Shouto's lips as his car pulled up to the unloading zone, and his strong fingers slipped on the mask before the car door opened. With the confidence and power, only those who worked as a top-ranked hero had Shouto emerged from the car immediately greeted by the entrance staff. 

With his hands moving to button his jacket, he nodded his head when receiving information on what to expect upon entering. Shouto felt like he nodded forever while making his way up the entrance of the event, his hand reluctantly offering his phone and wallet over and receiving a ticket for retrieving it. Of course, the ticket came the bundle of condoms.

An eyebrow arched under the mask, and Shouto couldn't help the amused smirk that befell his lips as he pocketed the condoms.

The fuckers made this a sex party.

Why they even bothered to deny that they were a cult was beyond him at this point.

But as the grand doors opened, Shouto couldn't help but tense at the room's mixing aroma.

The sweet smell of champagne bubbled in his nose, wafting in powerfully with the perfumes secreting from every person in the room. If it had been his first time at an event like this, Shouto would have missed the undertone of burning plastic in the air. His eyes followed a civilian dressed up in a zebra zentai bodysuit holding a silver powder with most definitely not cocaine to who looked like the Prime Minister since he had his mask on.

Rolling his eyes, Shouto walked further into the room, ignoring the offers of drugs and alcohol as he carried on. 

"Todoroki, my man! You made it!" came the loud and energetic voice of Kaminari Denki.

It shouldn't have shocked Shouto to immediately be swarmed with who looked like Kirishima (who wore a mask resembling a bear) and Kaminari (who had his mouse resembling mask resting on around his neck), who by the smell at least, were not sober.

"You're the last one to show up, dude! We almost thought you were gonna flake!" Kirishima added, his hand coming to land on Shouto's shoulder, his lips perked into a broad smile. "Everyone else decided to join the orgy room a few minutes ago, but this guy here—" he made a pointed jab at Kaminari's chest. "Was causing a large enough disturbance that we were kicked out."

"Bro, it's not my fault that those dummy civilians can't handle a few jolts of pain!"

"You literally electrocuted everyone in that orgy and left everyone unable to speak for a solid minute, bro!"

"Everyone else is here?" Shouto interrupted rather impressed to here that even Mineta was invited to this party - or maybe he had snuck in - choosing to ignore the mention of an orgy room.

Typical cult things, he reminded himself.

"Yeah, Denki and I don't have to go in tomorrow, so we pre-gamed at his place before coming. Sero did too, but after a few minutes of talking with some trapeze girl, they went into a room and well…" Kirishima trailed off, letting Shouto put two and two together. "Mina is flirting with the crown prince, Yaomomo and Jirou are in the orgy room, Bakugou and Midoriya seem to be micromanaging everything—"

"Those two need sex the most out of the entire class! Have you ever seen a bigger work pole up anyone's asses than in those two?!" Kaminari groaned, his fingers roughly rubbing the skin of his face, and Shouto laughed softly in agreement. It was somewhat ironic that their virgin classmates were the ones who organized and put together a sex party.

"I can't begin to imagine Midoriya having sex. Although that man is basically becoming sex on legs," Kaminari continued to gripe, Shouto grunting softly in thanks when Kirishima handed him a cup filled to the near brim with a copper liquid that burned smoothly down his throat. Shouto grimaced as he managed to down the entire thing. "I can see Bakugou just blowing a hole into the wall and fucking it and considering that sex. Ain't nobody normal who can — OH MY GOD!"

Shouto looked at his friend with nearing annoyance; however, the alcohol already taking a humming effect over his body made the annoyance slip easily.

"Bro, you're gonna get us kicked out of this party, and that's gonna be the shittiest thing!" Kirishima groaned while Kaminari spazzed with what seemed to be the biggest lightbulb of an idea.

"The hoes — the holes! For the glory!" Kaminari slurred with how fast he was speaking, his hands fisting into both Shouto's and Kirishima's jackets, his yellow eyes burning bright in his excitement.

Shouto tried to keep his annoyance down, and the itch to rip Kaminari's iron grip from his shoulder.

"I don't know what you're talking about—" Kirishima tried again, his hand resting on Kaminari's ribcage to steady him. 

"Ei, the gloryholes!"

Gloryholes? 

Shouto numbing mind searched the banks of his memory to figure out where that word came from and why it sounded vaguely familiar.

"Oh, fuck," came Kirishima's strained approval, and Shouto looked at his two friends who were grinning pervertedly at each other.

"What's that?" Shouto asked, his lips buzzing slightly as the alcohol was fully absorbed into his bloodstream, and somehow the smell of sex filled his nose, and the noises of unadulterated carnal lust filled his ears.

"Oh man, Todoroki, if you don't know," Kaminari trailed off, his lips pinched into an elfish smirk, and electricity coming off his hair in his evident excitement. "Just trust me, you gotta experience this shit!"

Shouto wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that thrummed merrily in his veins or the knowing glint in his friend's eyes that whispered to him to find out just what it was, but he felt his head nod without his full awareness. The feeling of their hands on his upper shoulder felt fuzzy as they took him away, intent heavy in every step they took.

He could barely take in the passing rooms as they went, the aerial artists, the sex rooms, the orgy rooms. There were so many rooms designated for just about every kink imaginable that even the stoic Shouto felt his cheeks flaring in embarrassment. With each passing step and opened room, the smell of sex, pheromones, and lust grew in Shouto's nose; the more the sticky sweet moans and screams of the cult members clung to his skin.

For a hero that was never too hot or too cold without his own ministrations, his skin was feeling feverishly hot with cold feet when they finally stopped in front of the only closed door in the hallway.

"Welcome!" came a cheery voice, Shouto blinked, and a woman appeared from nowhere.

She wore a powder blue ava tea dress; it was elegant, sleek, yet too old-school for an event such as this one. Shouto immediately assumed that she was not partaking in the sexual activities, but was instead acting as a hostess of sorts.

"Just you three patrons tonight?" she asked, her head tilting to the side and Kirishima speaking up in agreement for the group of three. "Good, good. We do have enough openings for the three of you, most people haven't found our little… hole in the wall, if you would," she took a moment to giggle joyfully, her gloved fingers pressing to her ruby red lips and Shouto fought the urge to walk away. "So please, feel free to look around and stay as long as you want!"

Her words were light and breezy, but still, there was rising suspicion and tension in Shouto's spine at her small quip.

With an innocuous smile and a glint in her eyes, she opened the door with a gentle, "have fun," and Shouto's friends ushered him in.

His initial reaction? What. The. Fuck?!

The room they entered was large and spacious, or well, at the very least, Shouto assumed it would have been if it wasn't for the obviously installed maze of walls. But with every wall, there was a collage of pictures. Faces of women, men, humans, mutants, everything you could think of plastered above a hole. Curiously enough, the images above one hole were of the same person.

His eyes swept the room, and he saw a few spots already taken, men with their pants and underwear dropped to their knees pressing up against the wall so that their noses were smushed to the makeshift walls.

Shouto blinked.

Gloryholes? Pictures of random people?

Were they fucking ghosts?

"This is paradise!" Kaminari groaned in pleasure, his arms spacing out as if he had come with fantastic news. "These normies always look at you so weirdly when you fuck at orgies, here… you get the nut and don't have to have them staring at you!"

Paradise?!

Shouto stared as his electricity wielding friend approached a hole that adorned photos of a girl with hooded eyes and a tongue piercing. He dropped his bottoms before sticking his hardening cock into the waiting hole with two raps of his fist. At this point, Shouto wasn't sure if what he had drunk was actually alcohol now. 

"These aren't dead people, are they?" Shouto couldn't keep himself from asking, his palms sweating while Kirishima laughed deeply in his chest.

"Not at all, man, it's real people, I promise! Pick your hole and have fun!" Kirishima encouraged, placing a solid pat on Shouto's shoulder before approaching a hole with a picture of a girl with bright eyes and a bright smile.

Nodding numbly to himself at this point, Shouto meandered the different walls, his eyes absorbing the various pictures on the walls.

But he fell on the spot with a picture so vivating that drew him in. The chasms of your eyes defiant yet shy, a smile that called him in, and lips that looked supple and strong.

He stood no chance in defying the itching, burning need to follow suit of every other person in this room. Shouto approached the hole, his fingers pulling at his belt, quickly lowering his charcoal grey slacks and black boxer briefs. He stared into your pictured eyes, mesmerized by them, and grasped onto his hardening cock.

A soft shudder invaded his skin as he pressed his cock through the awaiting hole, the skin of his heated cock scraping against the hole, making him strangle a grunt in his throat. But when the wet heat of your mouth enveloped his cock past the hole in the wall, Shouto's face nearly crashed against the wall.

Shouto wasn't sure what to have expected, but he had summed up that this was some over-glorified handjob, a vigorous clumsy jackoff he could have done himself. But he did not expect, in any sense of what this was, to be met with warm, wet lips and a tongue that pressed underneath the head of his cock.

A guttural noise slipped past his lips, and Shouto's palms pressed against the wall, his head spinning dizzyingly from the sensation.

Shouto's breathing was erratic, his cock hardening more, twitching within your mouth as he felt your head begin to bob against his length at a slow, leisurely pace. 

His hips thrust toward the wall, his vision spinning from what this heightened sensation of what he always thought to be a mundane act. Shouto's slacks were too far up his thighs; however, the fabric spread to his max despite his attempt to lower down. He wanted to get closer to the wall, get whoever you were past this wall to take in his entire cock without an issue, so mindlessly, instinctively, he shoved the slacks further down, grunting with relieved pleasure at being able to spread out further, at getting closer to you.

"Holy shit," Shouto grunted, his forehead pressing against the cold wall, undoubtedly crinkling the paper of your photos. His hips came forward, hitting the wall dividing him and you with low, vibrating thuds, and you let him, allowed him to keep his rutting hips at the pace they were. You took him in as if it was nothing, the smooth skin of your lips gliding against his throbbing length, your tongue running alongside the bottom of his cock, tracing the veins of his skin, twisting against the sensitive skin, providing new sensations and shivers.

Shouto knew immediately that you were letting him fuck your mouth however he saw fit.

He felt you moan around him, a long, deep, undeniable noise that somehow drifted through the hole, vibrated against his cock, and could be felt against his curling toes. The sound and sensations were proving to be effective, a pooling heat building in his balls, simmering up and down his spine and neck. How he wished to grab you by the back of your head and drive his cock down your throat without mercy.

Snarling in the back of his throat, suddenly fueled by the image of fucking you, the thought of you on your knees, tears built in your bright eyes and tears rolling down your cheeks feeding him. And as if you knew what he wanted, Shouto's knees near bucked out when your mouth took him in even further, the soft choking noise, the feeling of his cock pressing against the back of your throat sending his fingers digging into the wall.

He drilled in faster, grateful for your ability to keep up, the feeling of his cock pressing down the back of your throat sending his jaw flying open, curses and praises spilling past his lips with every inch you took him further down your throat. The area of his cock unable to be taken in your mouth was surrounded by your fingers — by god, what fucking fingers you had — warm and robust, they held his skin, sliding effortlessly against the spit lubricated skin.

"You can hear me right, whore?" Shouto growled against the wall, the hot air of his breath almost fogging the area he was standing in. Somehow, he heard the choked noise of agreement, the bobbing head vigorously nodding, sending you into a sputtering choke from the awkward angle. But Shouto liked hearing you choke, liked hearing the needy tone in your whining agreement, and he swore he was feeling his heartbeat in his balls. "You're not here entirely on your own will, are you? Came here for money, to suck some rich mans' cock?" His hips stammered when you sucked your cheeks in around his length, his eyes rolling in the break of his concentration, his blood pumping in his hormone pumped euphoria. "I want you to fucking choke on my cock, you hear that? Take me all the way in, don't be scared, I know you probably don't see much cock, but I promise if you can handle me, you'll never want other cock, slut. Take me all, and I promise you, you won't regret it."

A hiccuped breath came from your side of the wall, and Shouto almost wanted to simply burn the wall down to claim you for all his need and glory, someone with a mouth as gifted as yours definitely needed to be fucked correctly. Still, his hips reigned down, slamming against the wall so that the thuds of his impeding hips were heard softly in the other areas. 

And you? Behind the wall?

He could feel the weight of your head pressing forward, the feeling of his length sliding further and further down your throat. The pulsing of his cock ridiculously stilled with the restrained muscles of your throat, and the almost excessive drool and spit that dripped from his length with your choking movements.

More, he wanted more, he needed more.

"Fuck, slut, you're taking me so fucking well. You almost have me entirely in your mouth," Shouto growled, an inch or so of his cock still not entirely in your mouth, but not letting your tight fist work his cock. "Don't give up, take me all, I know a whore like you who shows up to be a sex slave can take my cock."

A whine (was that a horny or a frustrated whine?) emitted from the wall, and with a strained noise, Shouto felt your wet, hot lips make contact with the base of his cock as he continued to drill into you. Spluttering groans poured from his throat, the feeling of your hot cavern and resisting throat, sending him over the edge.

"Yes," Shouto gasped, the smell of sex, electricity, and barely burning walls simmering in his nose. "Fuck, yes, just like that."

Shouto could feel his nerves being shot out, the feeling of the compliant mouth keeping him pumping into the hole, his fingers digging further and further into the wall into it cracked and crumbled, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, to break through the wall to get to you. He was almost there, so close, but needed to get over the hill. And then Shouto was swallowed completely when his slamming his stopped, he could feel your lip press to his skin hidden by the hole. He had no doubt that it must have been sorely uncomfortable for you, yet you were doing it to the point where he was fumbling for words, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your tongue wrapped around his cock, massaging the skin. Fuck, fuck, "Fuck!"

His head dropped back with the shooting electricity in his blood, sweat dripping from his temple and you, the stranger behind the wall, gave one vicious, strong suck, your mouth only surrounding the head of his cock, your wet tongue flicking the slit on his head, and he was spilling over.

Hot, thick, heavy ropes of white cum spurted from his cock and Shouto shuddered, his shaking breath echoing in his ears, and he could still feel your tongue moving, coaxing out the finality of his orgasm, teeth scraping against his sensitive cock just enough to have him seeing stars.

But the giggle that erupted in your throat was well noticed by Shouto, and he grunted in slight annoyance. Pulling away, a soft, almost unwanted pop echoed on the other side of the wall.

Shouto watched as his spit and cum covered cock pulled back to his side of the wall, and he grunted unwillingly. His forehead still rested against the wall, and he looked up to his left side with a disgruntled noise to see that he did, in fact, scorch his fingertips into the wall.

As he tucked himself back into his underwear and slacks, Shouto's blissed-out eyes fell onto the hole where your hand was perched out of it, your pinky the only finger visible.

"Pinky promise you'll come back later?" your raspy voice asked, and Shouto wondered if that was how you usually sounded or if it was from what happened.

"As long as you promise to do something like that again," Shouto smirked, his pink taking yours anyways.

He could promise that to the hole in the wall.

Shouto slips out the door and is immediately greeted with a bummed out Kaminari and a profusely apologizing Kirishima. He later finds out that Kaminari let out yet another round of voltage of electricity (he's banned from fucking anyone that can't absorb his quirk without damaging themselves), and that Kirishima in his blissed-out state accidentally went into his unbreakable mode and tore a hole into the wall. Shouto didn't bother telling them of the scorched walls and left with his friends.

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It only felt like a few minutes before Shouto found himself outside the same closed door of the room with gloryholes. The alcohol had long since been burned from his system, he is practically positive that you managed to suck it out from his bloodstream.

For the past two hours, he had been around the mansion, aiding Kirishima in his objective to keep Kaminari from accidentally killing a sexual partner. It had been for the best, Shouto believed. He was no prude and definitely didn't hate indulging in the occasional orgies - especially at parties like this. But for some reason, as strangers attempted to shed him from his clothes, lips, and fingers roaming his scarred, heated skin, he thought of you and only you.

Your tantalizing mouth and fingers.

He had exited the orgy room faster than All Might at his peak. 

He was strangely obsessed with a stranger, a person who was no more than someone past a hole in the wall. Who knew if your picture was what you looked like, but he sure hoped it was.

But when Mina had appeared out of nowhere, her perfectly manicured fingers pressing against Kirishima's chest as she emerged from behind him. She was, obviously, one of the few easily discernable members of the cult. 

"So, the crown prince does not know how to use his dick, and I am disappointed in men all over again!" Mina pouted, but her usual sly grin was back on her face before Shouto could ask if she needed help scouting potential 'dick appointments' as she so fondly calls them.

This was where things got strange in that Kirishima pointed out that Mina should just fuck a woman to teach men how to fuck women properly. Kaminari filled Shouto in with a horribly done stage whisper that the two of them had fucked before and that despite the experience of any man, Mina was never truly satisfied. 

"Alright, student Kirishima," Mina had thrust her finger into Kirishima's chest. "Follow me to the hole-y wall and watch the master do her job!"

Once more, Shouto was outside the door, the woman seemingly materialized from thin air in her same powder blue ava tea party dress and ruby red smile. 

"Welcome back! For four patrons this time?" the woman gleefully smiled, her gloved fingers clasping below her chin.

"For one, actually," Mina spoke up first, "I'm teaching these boys—"

"I've actually never had a problem," Shouto spoke up, his calm and collected gaze unwaveringly met the hostess despite the chilling horror and embarrassment of his words that crawled up his spine. At the same time, Mina looked up him and down with a small, small smirk. "I'll be taking a spot."

"Ho ho, well, excuse me," Mina giggled, turning back to the hostess with a brightness to her stance. "Two spots then. I have boys to teach!"

"Of course!" the hostess spoke unaffectedly by the group's dynamics. "Please enjoy yourselves! This part is a special treat for you lovely patrons, don't forget to be mindful of our poor angels stuck in the wall!"

The door opened, and in the group of four walked in.

If Shouto had been taken by surprise the first time, he was beyond belief the second time he entered this same room. His first time coming, there had only been those beautiful glory holes, but this time? There were no material holes.

Where the holes used to be, there were only large holes where the person assigned to the area was now presented to the public.

Asses curved to the sky, asses pointed to the ground. Cocks leaking, limp, and red with overstimulation, cunts soaked, throbbing, and swollen with overuse. It was indeed as if these individuals had been stuck in a wall, and Shouto already felt his cock twitch in his carnal lust and need to see just how you were positioned. How he prayed that you were at your spot, laying on your stomach, ass hanging out to the world waiting for his cock to claim you, waiting for him to ruin you. He wanted to feel your liquid lust drip from your cunt, splashing and trailing down your inner thigh.

Shouto didn't bother saying goodbye to his friends, the smell of sex, and his own lust switching his brain onto a one-track mindset with the growing need to get to you immediately. 

And almost to his raging hormonal anger, he came to the aisle where you were parked, and while his heart hammered with the growing pleasure to see your ass hanging in the air, your thighs pressed to the wall, his vision turned red at the sight of some no-named man rutting his ugly cock between your dry folds.

In no time flat, Shouto was behind the man, his hand fisting into the collar of the man's shirt and tearing him away from him.

"Mine." he all but growled, his aura darkening while he glared at the red-faced idiot who attempted to cover himself up in the act of running away.

It didn't matter that what Shouto did was probably entirely rude and could result in him getting thrown out, you were his, and no way was someone going to fuck you when he was there. The weirded out gazes that fell upon him temporarily did nothing to Shouto, his focus back onto your squirming bottom, no doubt weirded out by the sudden lack of contact.

But with a sigh, his fingers combing the few falling free strands of hair out of his face, Shouto stood centimeters from your shifting thighs, watching you continue squirming until he finally moved. His hands pressed against your supple, smooth ass, enjoying the way you fit against his hands perfectly. 

He stepped forward, allowing the bulge of his strained cock to press against the top of your ass — the perfect height for him. Shouto leaned forward, his forehead once more pressing against the cold wall, his eyes taking in the still visible scorch marks he had left behind and chuckled deep in his throat.

"I'm back, my precious whore, I bet you missed me," Shouto spoke through the wall, hoping that you would respond back to him. He thought he could hear an agreeing sound on the other side of the wall, another layer of muffled, and he wondered if maybe you had been gagged. The thought made him exhale slowly, his hips strained from rutting against you, but against his belief, your ass ground against his hardening cock, sending waves of pleasure through him. "You did miss me, huh?"

His calloused fingers moved from your supple ass to the outsides of your thighs, feather-soft touches skimming your skin, leaving behind trails of goosebumps and twitching nerves. Shouto's gaze remained hard on your body, watching how you completely stilled when he found his fingers against the inner part of your thigh and just shy of the excessive heat that was radiating from your cunt.

And he leaned down, his lips pressing against the curve of your ass, his eyes partially hooded when he felt you relax against his hold. But the relaxed position you held quickly erased the moment his teeth sunk into your skin, and his finger pressed against your swollen clit. 

Immediately, your body arched, a weak attempt to buck out of his hold while he heard a muffled cry from the other end of the wall. But Shouto was a hero, he was some with extreme control over his body, and as his tongue moved to soothe your throbbing ass, one finger continued to delicately dance against your clit, while the other shifted over to your softly beating cunt. 

Shouto groaned against your skin, his pants feeling too tight, the material of his underwear too hot and stiff for how strained his cock was right now, yet it was nothing to the feeling of your tight, wet, hot cunt. In and out, he pumped his finger, curling the long digit against your puffy spongey walls, the thumb on your clit circulating in slow, intentional figure-eights until you were pathetically rising and falling against his finger, a garbled whine for more barely audible through the wall. He chuckled at the feeling of your inner walls forcible clenching against his intruding finger, and he rewarded you with a second finger.

"Doesn't this feel good?" Shouto groaned, his body straightening back up so that he was flushed against your ass, his forehead resting on the wall, and his now free hand slowly grinding your ass against his crotch.

He watched you with the intensity of a predator stalking their prey, his mouth twitching into a smirk when your toes curled with a sudden drag of his fingers over a ribbed area of your core. Growling in need, Shouto's hips slammed into you, mindlessly fucking you even with his clothes on. His fingers doubled in speed and intensity until the rapid clenching of your walls was unignorable around his fingers.

His forearms ached slightly with his continued fingering, his thumb almost stiff as he continued to assault your clit, but with the arching of your back, the stuttering of your hips as an impeding orgasm was growing bigger and stronger. Shouto barely registered the sight of his own hand rising and falling heavily onto your ass, the sound of the spank echoing loudly, but that had pushed you over the edge.

A loud mewl sounded from the wall, your legs trembling entirely uncontrollably against Shouto, who still drove his hard crotch into your soaked cunt. He didn't care if you were to wet the expensive suit, his mind now solely on the fact that he needs to claim you, needs to sink his cock all the way in, and make sure you were bruised for days to come. 

Wasting no time, Shouto sheds off his pants and his underwear, letting them fall to the floor with a soft thud before aligning his already hard and swollen cock head to your clenching, sopping cunt. Shouto nearly shivers as he grips his fingers into your ass, his eyes mesmerized with how your flesh molds to his grasp, moving and shifting accordingly. With only a moan as a warning, Shouto wasted no time in pressing his cock to your cunt, and thrusting in with a single, sharp thrust.

If he had thought your cunt was tight with just your fingers, if he had thought the instance where you had vacuumed your mouth while sucking him off was tight, he was in a world of surprises when he came through from entering you. Your cunt was hot and oh so fucking tight around him, milking him dry of all and any precum that he had gathered at his swollen slit. Your inner walls flutter around him, intensely and quickly trying to adjust to the monstrous thickness that he was, and he could hear the pained panting pleasure of you through the wall, and he almost lost it at the keen whine on your tongue.

He shifted, moving his hips just so slight as to regain what little sanity he had left to ensure that you were thoroughly and roughly fucked. 

"Fuck," Shouto moaned, his fingers digging bruises into your skin, his skin feeling sticky and sweaty as he felt you continue trembling beneath him. "For a fucking whore, you have a really tight cunt. I bet you wished I had used fucking lube, huh?"

Shouto took a tentative thrust into you, his legs quivering at the feeling of the way your cunt gripped his cock, making it almost impossible for him to move as he did. "Should've made your pussy wetter then," he spoke in a near whisper to the wall, unsure if you had heard him as he began his conquest in fucking you.

With his fingers gripping your hips, he enjoys the way you bruise against his hold, almost as much as he enjoys the way the wall rocks with every slam of his brutal hips.

The sounds of his cock slamming into your sopping cunt send loud, wet noises ringing in his ears, sending a few other nearby patrons to turn their heads to look at him - to look at him in his conquest of claiming you as his. It only fueled him on, and he picked up his pace until there was a medley of sounds: his thighs crashing against your ass, the squelching of your wet cunt against his thick cock, and your thighs slapping the wall. 

Shouto growled at the feeling of your cunt stretching for him, the tremble of your legs, the way your feet twisted and curled against his knees, almost as if in a silent beg to get him impossibly closer, to make him fuck you impossibly faster, harder. 

His gorging fingers break your skin, and Shouto delights in the painful, garbled scream from your side of the wall. Your body is weak against him, yet he can still feel your hips jutting against his rutting hips, your body desperately trying to keep up with his insane speed and lust.

And when his hand presses to your lower back and the other right above your crotch so that he can raise you higher, the new angle of penetration sends Shouto fumbling for strength. It's then he can feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, your toes digging into his skin as he continues to pound away at your cervix, and he takes the rolling shrieks and moans from your mouth like a good thing. 

"Such a good fucking whore, I never found many of you who enjoyed when I literally rearranged their guts," Shouto huffed, his fingers tweaking and yanking at your clit until you were shaking in his arms. "You're enjoying this so much, I bet you wanted this the entire time after I left, didn't you? You wanted my cock in your pussy, I wanted to have my seed pumped into you until everyone knows that you're mine. You'd look so pretty pregnant with my babies, your stomach swollen, and your tits just fucking leaking milk for our children, huh?"

It's then that your cunt around his cock becomes a vice grip, and Shouto shudders at the feeling of your orgasm rocking through you, your pathetic keens barely audible in his blood rushing ears. And he continues, Shouto could feel the familiar sensation of his nerves being shot out, the feeling of your cunt desperately trying to milk him of his seed and worth as you grew limper in his arms, his fingers raking raised lines against your ass, forever marking himself against you, his grip trying to keep his shaking legs from giving out, his mind solidifying over the need to somehow appear where you were now so he could fuck you with no restraint. He thought of your crossed eye gaze, the possible spit pouring from your mouth as you took his every drop of seed greedily into your cunt. He imagined seeing your eyes spilling with tears, seeing your fingers rip into the fabric as he fucked you with no restraint, and with his imagination, he lost himself.

Shouto continued to blindly ram his cock into your cunt, a savage, insane last attempt to spill himself into you, fumbling to keep his head on straight as your cunt pathetically clenched against his hammering cock, finally sending his left hand to the wall, fire bursting from his palm as finally his orgasm tears through him. Shit, shit, "Shit!"

Shouto's temples are damp with sweat, and his vision swims with his overwhelming desire for you and the need to get to your room without destroying the wall to completion.

He picks up his pants and underwear, quickly fixing himself up so that he's almost remorse in the way that he can't appreciate watching his cum spill from your cunt, but the lack of you on his cock is enough to have him zipping up his pants and racing to where the hostess appears.

She doesn't stand a chance when both fire and ice bite against her neck.

"How do I get into the rooms?"

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After being caught flirting with whoever you had pinky promised, you had been gagged. It wasn't a bad thing per se, that man had been the last person to visit you when the room was still functioning as glory holes. With the new stuck in the wall theme, it only invited men and women to be aggressive, and a part of you guiltily and ashamedly enjoyed how rough they would get in there attempt to hear you against the gag.

But you couldn't help the flutter in your cunt and in your heart when the familiar voice of the pinky promise man sounded through the wall. Right now, however, your body felt wholly and thoroughly used. Every inch of your asscheeks and cunt was abused, but the orgasm that came with his fucking was otherwordly. 

There was still nothing to prevent the shameful clog in your throat when he abandoned you after a single orgasm, but then again, you didn't expect the door to your cubicle to be thrown open, and a man stood there with a black kitsune mask. You wondered who it was, but there was the distinctive, infamous red and split white hair behind the cover, and you whimpered at the sudden shame at being caught like this by a Pro Hero you absolutely adored. 

The mask was torn from his face, the door closing behind him, and you were ripped back into the tight cubicle, pressed flush against his chest as he sealed off the hole with his ice. You were speechless as his obviously hard cock pressed against your diaphragm, and you trembled upon hearing the zipper of his pants coming down.

And the voice of one Todoroki Shouto sent shivers down your spine, reigniting the flame in your cunt.

"I got to fuck your mouth and your cunt through other people's rules, I think it's about time I get to fuck you however I see fit."

[oakey-doki]

A special multiple part story requested by an anon on the Nix Hydra Discord :)

Childhood Romance

No real warnings, if there end up being any ill put them here :)

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Mc and Miguel met in highschool in Miami, both akward kids. Eventually MC and their Uncle Murray move away across the country. What happens when they meet years after?

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It was the early years of highschool, akward kids wandering the halls, jocks, nerds, and your classic stereo types. Miguel nearly tripped over himself, hauling ass down the school hallways, dodging and weaving through crowds of his peers, and his only goal was to catch up to the bus before they pulled away. Skidding around the corner he quickly hopped down the steps of the schools side door, "Hey! MC! Wait a sec!" His voice was labored, breathing heavy as he finally slowed down, his slowing steps growing heavy and tired. Thats when you spun around on your heel, the kid next door from his Abuelita's house. You had been one of the only people other than Ramón who would hang out with him on the regular. "Miguel? Are you taking the bus today?" You cocked your head to the side slightly, holding an old beat up jansport backpack over your left shoulder. Miguel couldn't stop himself from flushing a beet red, though it could have easily been mistaken for his lack of breath at the moment. "I..uh..no..i just needed to ask a question." He smiled akwardly, his expression was soft but embarrassed. You only smiled and let out a small laugh, "Miguel, we live right next to eachother, thia couldnt have waited till we got home?" Poor Miguel only blushed a darker shade of red, "Oh..yeah, that uh right." He smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Come on Bravo, we'll take the bus, if we dont hurry up we'll miss it." You said smiling, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the bus.

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The ride home was just as you'd expect it to be the loud chatter of the other kids on the bus, you finally turned to Miguel, who was nervously fiddling with his hands. "Alright Bravo, what was your question?" You smiled, putting a hand onto his shoulder in a soothing manner. He jumped at the sudden touch, his nervous smile only made you smile more, he was always so cute when he tried to be confident around you. "Well i was wondering if you wanted to go to the dance next weekend?" Your eyes lit up at the question, you had been so sure he was going to ask the girl from the other class. "I thought you were gonna ask your crush?" You asked, removing your hand from his shoulder, "Well i was going to, but she uh..didn't reply to the note i gave her." His smile faltered, you sat next to him in silence, the sound of the other kids chatter swallowed the silence whole. Finally you spoke, "Well thats her loss, id be happy to go with you Miguel." You smiled brightly, nudging him in the side, earning that sweet smile only the two of you shared when you both hung out alone.

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Sunday rolled around, only a week before the dance, yet you hadn't gotten anything for it, scrambling down the spiral stairs, you hopped around the corner. Your uncle Murray was cooking breakfast in the kitchen, the sweet smell of Blueberries and bananas wafted around the house. "Goodmorning Kiddo." Murray looked over his shoulder at you, he wasn't your real uncle, but he had taken you in when you were younger. You appreciated what he's done for you so far. "Goodmorning Uncle Murray." You smiled happily, pulling yourself inti one of the tall chairs at the island in the kitchen. Murray placing a big steaming plate of pancakes, blueberries and Bananas in front of you. "So kiddo, i wanted to talk to you about my job for a minute." He said as he turned back around to clean up his mess from the pancakes. "What about your job?" You asked as you shoveled a big syrup covered pancake into your mouth. Murray stopped for a moment, before taking a deep breath, "I know you promised Miguel you'd go to prom with him, but, im afraid we wont be here for that." He said quietly and slowly, turning to look at you, hoping that you wouldn't get too upset. Instead he was met with a confused expression. "What are you talking about? Of course we'll be here Murray! We dont leave for Vacation until after the 26th." You said with a pleasant smile. Murray sighed, "No kiddo, i mean we're moving." He said as he fully turned to face you. You dropped your fork onto the plate, completely forgetting about the sweet breakfast in front of you.

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Miguel and Ramón were sitting in his Abuelita's living room, the two boys enjoying a sweet creme soda together. However their time was cut short by your sudden burst in, you stood in the doorway of Miguel's house with fat tears rolling down your face, both of the boys quickly sprang from thier seats on the couch. "MC! What happened!?" Ramón and Miguel both started to check over you. Miguel ran his hand through your hair, pushing your hair away from your face, only to have you grab his hand. Both boys back up just a little, staring at you in utter concern, "Miguel...Im moving across the country, i wont be here for prom like i promised." Your calmed expression quickly fell back into tears, threatening to spill from your eyes, neither questioned you, they only pulled you into a hug and spent the rest of your last night drinking sodas and relishing in what little time the three of you had left.

[x3kristax3]

Part 11

My alarm goes off at 6am and I roll out of bed and look at my table. Jake is already up and went and made coffee and some eggs. I see the note "for that morning hangover. Coffee made fresh downstairs" i get dressed real fast putting on some comfy clothes and head downstairs everyone is up 

"Okay you need to tell me where you found this one? I might have to join you in Duskwood. I woke up to eggs, toast, and fresh coffee smells'' says Ashley

"He found me" i say with a smile

"So I hate to ask with another dude…. But what happened to hacker boy"

Dan laughs while taking a sip of coffee " oh she don't know?"

"Ashley, that's Jake…… so remember from our cases when i had help but couldn't tell you who from a hacker?"

"Wait that's hacker boy from both times in your life? Yeah dude don't let her go '' she says looking at us as I'm in the kitchen making my coffee.

"How didn't you know?" Asks Jessy

"I tried telling her but we got busy with life and yeah then i ended up in Duskwood" i say

"Yeah I'm always working so these talks don't happen often… i think last time we talked was a couple days after everything went down"

" yeah expect my text to tell you i was moving across the country which you never responded too" 

"I will admit it was fun seeing that part of you last night" says Dan

"Oh you mean me keeping up with you? Yeah thats a decision i regret this morning" i say but i need to go finish packing up the movers should be here in an hour." I say as i head to bathroom to pack up my stuff after I eat and drink my coffee.

"Dan and I will finish up the kitchen for you" says Jake.

"Thanks guys! do you girls wanna put whats in the closet in a duffle bag?"

"I'll do that Jessy can help you. I know how to pack this for you" says Ashley

"Okay lets go pack up the bathroom" we walk in….

" have you done anything in here?" She asks and i hear jake laugh

"Yeah…. Cabinets and drawers are cleaned out we just got whats on the counter which if you go under the sink has a bag it all fits into. Just open the containers and put plastic wrap on them" i say

"You got it" we knock everything out as I hear over the speaker downstairs for the movers

I run down the stairs and go over it and let them know Ill be right down. I throw on my sneakers by the door and Dan joins me heading down to meet them.

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A few hour later the movers have finally left and i look at my apartment and its totally empty minus everyone's bags. That comes with us

I hug Ashley " we need to do this more without the moving part" i say

" well maybe stop moving" she laughs

" well maybe using that vacation time and come visit there is some awesome hiking and cliff jumping places" i say

"Okay deal only if you find me my own Jake"

"No promises on that" i laugh as we all grab a bag and and head to the garage and load up.

Ashley leaves and we head back up one more time to make sure everything is good. I leave the keys on the counter and lock the door. 

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[meili-sheep]

For modern au!bully the fatui-- weird shit/abilities they develop because of their rich kid upbringing or just general rich kid-ness

Diluc: godlike sense of smell

I feel like hed have this because, even if he hates the taste of wine and alcohol in general, he still has to work and do his job as he is expected to take over the family business. He has to keep quality control and help with the making of new wine and even cocktail recipe books and food guides to pair or mix the wine with. And all of that has to do with taste. But the thing with wine is, it has to be smelled first before tasting to really get the full flavor. And Diluc, who is as stubborn as a mule and so set on not drinking wine, just-- starts training his nose from early childhood and even until now so it can basically act as a second tongue just so he doesnt have to taste the wine. His sense of smell is so precise that he can tell the acidity and quality of the soil used for the grapes, the age and quality and even the damn sPECIES of grapes, fruits and whatever is used in the making-- god he can probably even tell the grape tenders life story from it-- mans basically kamado tanjiro from demon slayer and akira hayama from food wars fused together and specialized for wine smelling.

Ayato: obsure culture and history facts, and a really precise eye for detail

Mans entire job is to be an event planner for any and all important and/or cultural events. If he gets even a SINGLE THING WRONG, hes probably gonna get fucking dragged. So to combat this, he just-- absorbs all of the history. Half, if not, most of his work sched is literally just him reviewing historical events, documents, etc. and interviewing and talking to historians and cultural experts to just brush up and even update his mental archive. It got to such a point that he actually studied a wHOLE OTHER COUNTRYS ENTIRE CULTURE AND HISTORY BECAUSE HE WENT LIKE "oh shit, for this event, this country had a thing with this other country and fUCK I NEED TO ACCOUNT FOR THAT TOO--" and thomas just in the background like "sir, you dont have to-- that country isnt even involved with the history of this festival--" and ayatos just tearing thru his archive and aggressively googling like "bUT I NEED TO MAKE SURE--" so now hes a history and culture buff. Literally. This man can slice you in half while monologuing about the cultural significance of fucken..... toilet paper.

Yelan: green thumb and plant nerd

Yanshang Teahouse was a teahouse first and foremost before it became a casino under Yelans leadership. Of course to respect and keep up the ruse of it still being a teahouse sorta, yelan had to quickly learn and pickup tea culture and history, much like ayato. But unlike ayato, yelan wasnt raised to take over the yanshang teahouse and therefore only had like what? A couple months or something to pickup and master the craft before she had to update their business from "teahouse" to "teahouse and casino" like how resorts world is both a casino and mall. So most of her waking hours spent in the acquisition and integration of the company was her just speed running "how to tea for dummies 101", during which she actually got a bit of an obsession over tea after having aquired the taste and tried to blend it with her spices. First attempts of mixing tea with spice was a fail. So, she got it into her head that-- if she cant put the spice into the tea, what if she put the tea into the spice?? And started bREEDING TEA VARITIES WITH CHILLIES. Its more of a hobby as she is still learning more and more about tea culture and hasnt stopped learning and teaching herself ever since the acquisition, but you bet your ass once she gets a good mix, she will snort that shit.

Lol wanted to add yelan having insane sleight of hand skills but thats to be expected when you own a casino AHAHA

So I have little idea to add.

They have been together so long they've been learning each other's skills. Like Diluc loves to garden with Yelan and he helps her with the smell cause he can tell how the soil is. Yelan will actually tolerate Ayato's history lessons and planning. And Ayato just like drinking well Diluc goes over the smell. It's all great