#ruby admiral cookie

[thepalladium1]

CRK LEGENDSWAP: Army Generals

i finished this a few days ago and planned to release the designs alongside the third part of the comic, but ehhh i got impatient // plus im working on something else coming soon (:

[ask-crk-legendswap]

would I be correct in assuming de's minions will be swapped with some faeries? (like silverbell and wind archer)

makes me wonder what happens to dark choco in this au............

-💫 anon

yeah pretty much lmao. they hate eachother less, at least

(dark choco is. somewhere, ill say that much)

[thepalladium1]

IM GOIJG??? TO SCREAM????

Hi, I've been wanting to do this for several days, draw the characters from crk legenswap created by @thepalladium1, ill try and post at least one art a day lmao, I really like the concept and the designs of this au, especially the one of cresent faerie and luminous cream and I couldn't contain my desire to draw them.

Since I saw Cresent Faerie and Ruby Admiral I couldn't stop thinking that their relationship would be like that of mother and son.

I hope you like it, bye!!!

[holybibly]

𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Seonghwa x reader

♡ Pairing: Emperor Seonghwa x Virgin Bride reader ♡ Summary: You dreamed that your love would be like a cherry blossom - tender and beautiful, but instead you are going to get married to the Great Emperor of the Park Dynasty - the cruel and depraved "Lunar Dragon" Park Seonghwa. ♡ Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, historical!AU, arranged marriage!AU, s2l, Royal!AU, ♡ Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ Word count: 11.6 k ♡ Warnings: Unprotected sex, deflowering, corruption kink, first time, virgin kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, and more. ♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet ♡A|N: Bunnies, as promised, I am going to spoil you with something absolutely glorious and wicked at the same time. Elegant depravity, that's what this is. Although I struggled to make this work, it has turned out to be absolutely amazing. I hope you're going to love Emperor Seonghwa as much as I love him. Have fun, bunnies, tonight is the night of the fall of the stars.

♡ ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔶 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 - check for more ♡ 𝔖𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔥𝔴𝔞 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ♡ - Seonghwa's personal temple

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"Mom, I'm so frightened..." You barely whisper as you sit in front of the luxurious, heavy, gold-framed mirror as servants scurry about you, combing your long, jet-black hair and gathering the smooth, silky tresses into a traditional wedding hairstyle. Massive gold jewelry set with rubies and topaz framed your head and secured your long scarlet veil—the veil of a virgin bride. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with large, wide-open eyes full of anxiety, your hands trembling nervously as you clasped the thin silk of the white robe in your lap. Your whole body was slightly shuddering with a sense of fear and dread that bound your chest like stems of icy roses full of sharp thorns, which wrapped around your delicate, pale bones and prevented you from taking a full breath. It was so natural to be afraid, not only of the fact that in a few hours you would be the wife of a great and powerful man, a man who had power over everything in your world—the greatest emperor of the Park Dynasty, "Lunar Dragon" Seonghwa—but also of your first wedding night. 

"You should be proud of the fact that the Great Emperor has chosen you out of a million other girls, Y/N. His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa wants you and only you, and you must obey his wish without questioning and be the wife he would admire. You have my meaning, Y/N." Your mother said. She looked at the magnificent crimson robe, richly embroidered with gold thread, that the Emperor had chosen for you. The robe was magnificent, a perfect embodiment of His Majesty's exquisite taste and the ancient traditions of the ruling Park dynasty. Only surpassed by the brilliance of the great stars themselves and the hypnotic glow of Emperor Seonghwa's dark feline eyes were the stars and moons embroidered on the seemingly endless tail of your wedding gown. "After all, the empress must be a virgin when she ascends the throne; that is the tradition, and your purity and chastity will give the emperor a strong heir." Your mother's voice was calm and unemotional. It was as if she were talking about the most mundane of things, not your virginity. 

Your mother had explained to you many times how things were going to go down on your wedding night. She hadn't gone into great detail, only saying that you should do your best to please the Emperor. But now you had a good idea of what would happen when you were alone with the Seonghwa, and it couldn't help but frighten you. 

The marriage contract between your family and the ruling Park dynasty was made almost immediately after the birth of the current Emperor Seonghwa. Your family had many daughters, each one more beautiful than the one before. You never thought that you, the youngest of them all, would be the future wife of the Emperor. You had only met Seonghwa once, and then only briefly, remembering only his blowing in the wind silk robes, turquoise, and his long hair, the most beautiful shade of sakura blossom. 

But you have heard many gossipy stories about Seonghwa, and they filled you with fear and kept you awake at night. 

He was a cruel ruler—overbearing, selfish, proud, and arrogant. And Seonghwa was also absolutely insatiable; all the servants in the palace whispered about what a huge sexual appetite the emperor had and that his poor virgin bride would not be able to properly satisfy his hunger and desires. He had a huge harem of girls and handsome, exquisite young men who rotated in and out of His Majesty's chambers with an enviable frequency. Seonghwa never fucked the same concubine more than once. He could point his finger at anyone who interested him, and that person would be in his bed in no time. And tonight you will have to share his bed, and unlike the concubines who spend the night with him and then disappear into the luxurious gardens of the harem to continue their lives, you will have to stay by his side until death do you part, serving and worshipping him as your emperor and husband. And, of course, you will have to provide him with an heir—preferably more than one.

The purpose of your life is the continuation of the dynasty. 

You were intensely jealous of all your sisters, who were free to choose their husbands, who were free to marry for love, now that you would be the bearer of the unbearable burden of the crown. You never asked for it; you never wished for it. Seonghwa was extremely wealthy; he was the most powerful ruler in the world. He enslaved and conquered lands as if it were child's play. Even though the Emperor showered you with jewelry and gave you lavish gifts to marry, you didn't care. He would never love you, and you couldn't imagine a world where you could have love and desire for a man who knew nothing but the flames of war and debauchery. 

"I'm very scared of him, Mum..." You said again as you watched one of the maids place a golden hairpin set with a black onyx into your hair, given to you by one of the Seven Great Generals of Seonghwa, Choi San.

The dark-eyed demon had given it to you personally this morning, and looking at the man's otherworldly beauty, you couldn't help but think of the rumors that the generals were bound to Seonghwa not only by the battlefield and the hot blood that ran down their arms like scarlet rivers, but also by the silk sheets of the emperor's bed. And perhaps the devilish gleam in San's eyes as his plump, soft lips pressed sensuously against your wrist in a sign of respect meant that you would be able to confirm or deny the rumor in no time at all.

Right now, all you wanted was for your mother to make everything better for you, to spare you from the fears and terrible thoughts that swirled around in your head like a swirl of falling sakura petals, the color of which reminded you of Seonghwa's hair. You were a grown girl, hours away from becoming Empress, but there was a small part of you that longed to be safe and comforted by your mother. You wished with all your heart that she would be able to make Emperor Seonghwa change his mind and choose one of your sisters instead of you.

But it was impossible to do that. No one in this world had the right to go against the wishes of the great Emperor 'Lunar Dragon' Park Seonghwa. He chose you without even bothering to explain why, simply pointing his finger at you as you spent time with your sisters in the Imperial Garden during one of your family's visits to the palace. 

"She will be my Empress. She will be mine." Seonghwa said, and you saw the eyes of your mother glisten with tears that had not been shed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Your mother whispered to you. "But perhaps the Emperor will be a good husband. If he wants to have strong and healthy heirs, he'll have to treat you well."

Your mother tried so hard to be brave for you, and you were forever grateful to her for that. In your family, it was always believed that a man had to treat his wife well if he wanted her to bear him a large number of children. And your father really did idolize her, judging by the fact that your mother gave birth to nine children. You could only hope that Emperor Park would follow this wisdom, but you really had doubts that Seonghwa would make any effort to honor and follow your family's traditions. He probably didn't care about anything except increasing his power and satisfying his animal sexual desires. 

Seonghwa was a true dragon, not only by blood but by nature. A predatory beast dressed in silk robes and glittering jewels. 

"I will do my best to please him." You murmured, and you immediately heard the soft chuckle of a maid tucking a veil into your hair. You cast an angry glance at the slender girl, and her cheeks flushed in an instant. But you could understand the reason for her laughter. What pleasure could a virgin give an experienced and lecherous emperor, whose luxurious bed was warmed by the most beautiful and seductive girls and boys in the empire? 

It was a bit of a delusion on your part to wish for that. Most likely, Songhwa would see you as just another beautiful thing in his collection, spending the rest of your life bearing children and sitting on a velvet cushion. Once the wedding ceremony was over, you would be nothing more than his next great conquest. 

"Give me your hand, My Lady." Another of the maids spoke to you politely, and you reluctantly held out your cold palm to her. The girl carefully placed a heavy gold bracelet on your wrist, engraved with a dragon with rubies glinting ominously in its eyes; it was more like a shackle, another gift from the General, this time given to you by the magnificent Kim Hongjoong. 

As you knew, Hongjoong was not only one of the seven generals and Seonghwa's confidant, but also his close childhood friend, with whom he grew up and shared everything in his life. Hongjoong was also the one who visited you more often than the other generals. He had a devilish gaze and a sly curve of blood-red lips, and he instilled in you the same animal terror as Seonghwa himself. You thought that everything he touched or said had an ulterior motive, and frankly, you didn't really want to know the true meaning of his actions, but the smile he gave you last night when he handed you the bracelet left you no choice. Sooner or later, you will find out, but by then, it will be too late to try to escape the Golden Emperor's cage. Your life, like your body, will belong to Seonghwa from now on. 

You swallowed hard as the maids began to remove the robe from your shoulders. It exposed your sun-untouched skin. 

"My Lady, it is time..." 

You could hear your mother sobbing softly as the bloody silk flowed down your body. She seemed to be holding back the tears from all of them for your sake. Your heart was beating faster, and your fingers were starting to tremble. You were only a few hours away from your inevitable destiny and several miles of ceremonial procession, at the end of which would be the Great Lunar Dragon, Seonghwa Park.

The anxiety of it all almost made your stomach hurt. 

The wedding ceremony was grand; your golden palanquin was carried solemnly down a street strewn with flowers and silk ribbons to the cheers of the crowd welcoming their new Empress. The flash of his cherry blossom hair and the firm, possessive palm of his hand that took yours before leading you up the great staircase 'to heaven' are all you can remember of Seonghwa. It was all a blur to you—the rich scent of incense and flowers making your head spin and a nervous knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. Your hands were cold in the Emperor's hot palms as you made your marriage vows. Your lips trembled as you swore to be his precious wife and to carry the burden of a great empire on your shoulders as his Empress. Tears welled up in your eyes. 

Songhwa's soft, velvety voice whispered in your ear, "You belong to me.". 

Nothing in the universe could have prepared you for his kiss - fiery, passionate, and hungry, it seemed as if Songhwa wanted to drink your soul through that kiss, to consume you whole, to turn your will and your desires to ashes. You heard the rapturous cheers of the seven generals and other cronies of the ruling Park dynasty. The Emperor's graceful palm encircled your neck from behind and pulled you closer to him. Your knees buckled, and you could barely breathe as Songhwa's long, hot tongue took possession of your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue and sliding across your palate and the inside of your cheeks. His thumb pressed lightly against the pulsing vein in your neck, your pulse racing beneath his soft fingertip as his teeth dug into your plump lower lip, almost biting to the blood. 

You wanted to scream in pain, but there were too many people around—too many angry tongues dripping venom—just waiting to start gossiping about you. So instead, you tried to distract yourself from the pain and focus on something else.

But instead, your eyes were captured by the seductive gaze of the siren belonging to none other than General Jung Wooyoung. His full, sensuous lips parted as if he were enjoying the kiss itself, the sharp tip of his tongue sliding across the soft, red flesh of his lower lip, leaving him glistening and moist. You had the feeling that his dark, almost black eyes were gliding over your body. His gaze was shamelessly undressing you, while his friend, his Emperor, was devouring your mouth with a hungry, passionate kiss. You looked away in shame and embarrassment.

When Seonghwa finally let go of you and allowed you to take a long-awaited deep breath, you felt like you were going to faint. Just a small glimpse of what awaited you on your wedding night sent shivers of fear down your spine. 

"You belong to me. Forever." Seonghwa whispers again, and you have a full understanding of the meaning of his words. Yes, you really do belong to him right now.

When it's time for you to leave the ceremony and prepare for your first wedding night, you almost start to gasp. You catch San's dark, demonic gaze as he leans over to whisper something into General Kim's ear. His words cause Hongjoong's blood-red lips to curl into an evil, almost devilish grin. Even through the many layers of heavy silk, you can feel the flames of his gaze burning through your skin. 

"Your Majesty..." You turn your head to the side, only to find yourself facing the goddess Aphrodite herself, in the form of a man. General Kang Yeosang has always held a special place in your heart. Gentle and elegant like an exotic flower, his speech always soft and soothing, and his deep, velvety voice like the call of a chamois. Seonghwa's hair may have been the color of delicate sakura petals, and his eyes may have been brighter than all the stars in the endless midnight sky, but that was just a facade to hide the lustful and cruel devil that lurked inside. Yeosang, on the other hand, in spite of his wicked beauty, was the very embodiment of an angel. You will have heard the servants of the palace call him the Black Swan of the Empire. 

Yeosan's soft and gentle nature might have reassured you and even given you some semblance of comfort before Seonghwa ravaged your body and took what was now his—your virginity. But the sensual curve of his plump lips and the hungry glint in the dark eyes of the siren, General Jung Wooyoung, who now extended his palm to you in an inviting gesture, sent an icy shiver down your spine. You rarely saw Wooyoung, and when you did, there was always a decent distance or several other people between you, so you had never felt his presence as close as you did now, and you had never been so fascinated by the sharpness of his face or the small mole under his eye, and this feeling frightened you as much as it frightened Seonghwa and Hongjoong. 

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go." As he turned to you, Wooyoung's voice was sultry and hoarse. It made you feel as if the flames themselves were licking at your body or at the lips of your lover in the heat of a forbidden caress. 

"I...my maids should see me out. General Jung, thank you." You bite your lip nervously and look around, hoping to find your maids and avoid the two generals' eyes on you, but instead you see Seonghwa watching you intently, his head tilted slightly to the side, a few soft pink strands falling onto his gorgeous face. If he could only have a breath, it would be majestic. Seonghwa was indeed the true embodiment of the divine Lunar Dragon.

"His Majesty, the Emperor Seonghwa, has ordered us to escort you to his chambers in person." It was Yeosang's voice this time. Something about the way he said your husband's name aroused you, and not in the most pleasant way.

"I... I'm not quite sure, General Kang." You have an almost pathetic look on your face, an attempt to delay the inevitable, and to be honest, you had no desire to be in the company of any of the seven illustrious generals right now. 

Wooyoung just grinned mischievously at your words, obviously finding you very amusing. As he leaned closer, his lips almost touched your earlobe, and you could smell the scent of sandalwood emanating from his caramel skin. 

"Don't make him wait, dear. Seonghwa is an impatient and passionate lover; the longer you resist him, the harder he will be with you, and we don't want a jewel like you to be injured, do we?" 

"Stop it, Wooyoung; you're scaring her." Yeosang hisses, but does nothing to contradict the words of General Jung. 

You swallow noisily and silently place your cold, clammy palm in Wooyoung's hand, letting him and Yeosang escort you to the Emperor's quarters. The last thing you notice as you leave the Ceremonial Hall, where the noisy festivities of the Imperial Wedding will continue until dawn, is the sensual curve of Seonghwa's luscious, plump lips as he smiles at you and the glimmer of ominous rubies in the eyes of the golden dragon on the very same bracelet you wear on your arm, jingling on Hongjoong's slender wrist as he lazily waves goodbye to you.

"You don't have to worry that hard, Y/N." Wooyoung says as he pulls the heavy silk of your wedding gown off your shoulders, and you might have resented the familiarity with which he addressed you if you hadn't felt the glide of his fingertips over your bare skin. The whole situation was confusing, to say the least. Completely beyond any conscious explanation, two great generals of the Empire are now acting as your personal maids, helping you change your dress, removing your jewelry, and unraveling the intricacies of your wedding hairstyle.

Letting them treat you like a doll, undressing you layer by layer, and exposing more and more of your body to their dark gaze, you didn't know how to react or what to say. Wooyoung's breath was hot on the back of your neck, while Yeosang's cold fingers brushed over your collarbones as he removed the massive gold necklace. They continued their actions until you were left in the thin white dress that was the base of your outfit, and the only jewelry you wore was a black onyx stud given to you by San and, as it turned out, a paired bracelet from Hongjoong. 

"Everything will be alright, Your Majesty." Yeosang gently ran his thumb over your wrist, the feel of your pulse racing under his touch. He liked the fact that he was making you nervous; your reaction brought a smile to his beautiful lips. Wooyoung's arms wrapped around your waist for a second, and his firm, hot chest pressed tightly against your back. You could swear you could feel his heart beating through your skin at that moment; he was so close to you. 

"We will leave you now, my... Empress." It was almost as if he whispered the last word into your skin. "Enjoy your night." His touch was gone as suddenly as it had appeared, and you could feel the cold air of the room now caressing you as General Jung's hot body moved away from you. 

"Try to relax and let Seonghwa take care of you; I promise nothing terrible will happen to you." Yeosang leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek before following Wooyoung out of the room, leaving you all alone—completely confused, frightened, and not knowing what to expect from Seonghwa if his generals could afford to treat you like this. 

"Lunar Dragon" - the great Emperor Park Seonghwa is standing in front of you. His luxurious long hair, the colour of sakura petals, was still partially gathered on his head by long crystal hairpins. Teardrop-shaped crystals were dangling from them. He had replaced his heavy ceremonial robes with a light mantle of the most beautiful snow-white silk you've ever seen - dragons embroidered in silver and turquoise danced on the fabric like in the clouds. You can see his naked, chiseled torso, his muscular chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his measured breathing. Seonghwa's appearance is completely relaxed, but everything about him is a scream of the majesty and power he has over this world. He notices the way your eyes slide down his body, his lips curling into a satisfied, smug grin. You blush and lower your eyes to the floor.

Your heart is beating at breakneck speed against your ribs, and you have the feeling that Seonghwa can easily hear the sound. Your mother told you that you might feel aroused when you were alone with the Emperor, that you would want to touch his body, taste his lips, feel his hot hands on you, and maybe even feel his mouth on your private parts, but you... you didn't want to. You didn't feel aroused at all. You were afraid of Seonghwa, and after what Wooyoung had said to you in the ceremonial hall today, you were even more afraid of him, and no amount of assurances from Yeosang that everything would be all right could change your mind. You were afraid to even look him in the eye, and you clutched the fabric of your dress nervously in your hands, trying to calm yourself.  

"My Emperor, are you going to hurt me today?" You were so stupid, good Lord, you couldn't think of anything else to say? Apart from the wedding vows, these were the first words you'd ever spoken to him directly, and you couldn't think of anything else to say: "Will you hurt me?" For some strange reason, you expected that after the wedding you would magically feel like a different person, that after saying your vows, your animal fear of Seonghwa would disappear. It didn't happen at all. You continued to feel frightened and ignorant, and completely at the mercy of the Emperor.

You could feel the weight of his heavy, hypnotic gaze on your skin as he silently scanned your body through the thin, transparent dress that you wore. He was looking at you shamelessly and greedily, and it only served to increase your fear. Seonghwa's long fingers cupped your chin and lifted your face. The soft pad of his thumb is pressed against your lower lip. You hesitantly met his gaze, your eyes instantly held hostage by the magnetic, bottomless eyes of the Emperor. Sharp and soft, demonic and angelic, sparkling like eternal stars and impenetrable like the thickest darkness, you had never met anyone with such eyes. His almost black irises flickered like flames, as if they were absorbing the glow of the candlelight. 

"Is that the way you are supposed to address your husband, hmm? Call me by my name." Seonghwa's command to you. The sound of his voice was like liquid silk. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with his graceful hand and tilted your head even higher. You had to strain your neck to hold his gaze with your eyes. 

"M-my Emperor..." Your voice trembles, and in spite of the clear command, you say something completely different from what Seonghwa wants you to say. 

His finger presses harder against your lip, the sharp nail digging into the soft flesh in a painful way, and your mouth opens automatically. 

"I want to hear you say my name, my love. And you need to obey without questioning, darling. You don't want to upset me. Do you?" Seonghwa's tone of voice is still soft and velvety, but you can hear the small hint of a hidden threat in his words. And it is scaring the hell out of you right now. To be honest, you don't want to say his name at all. There's something about it that feels like an irreversible end, like if you say it out loud, you're going to lose any semblance of controlling your life. But there can be no disobedience, especially not now.

"Seonghwa." It's easier than you thought, but for some reason, his name still leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue. 

He turns away from you, instead walking over to the luxurious bed and lowering himself smoothly onto it. The flaps of his robe swing further open, and the wide silk collar slides off his shoulders as he sits down on the soft feather bed. You can't help but admire the Emperor for a moment as strands of pink hair fall across his handsome face. 

His eyes narrowed predatorily for a second. His gorgeous, god-like face takes on a sharp, animal beauty, but it's only for a moment before his expression becomes majestically relaxed again. 

"There you are, good girl." His praise is as condescending as if he were addressing one of the many maids in the palace instead of his Empress. Without taking his eyes off you, Seonghwa pushes his thumb fully into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue's soft, slippery surface. Your eyes widen at the action. "Lick it." He gives the order again, and you weakly run your tongue along the pad of his finger, leaving a thick trail of saliva on it. Then he pulls the finger out of your mouth, takes a step back, and, looking you in the eye, pushes the wet finger into his mouth. His plump lips close in an erotic way around the long appendage as he sucks weakly on it. Heat floods your whole face at this seemingly innocent act, but when Seonghwa does it, it looks so damn lewd and lascivious.

"Strip for me." Seonghwa's voice commands you.

The cold air of his chambers was now licking at your skin, causing your sensitive nipples to tense and swell in response. Embarrassed, you covered yourself with your arms and crossed your legs slightly to hide your pussy from the dark, burning gaze of the Emperor. At that moment, Seonghwa reminded you of a huge, contented cat that had gotten the cream. He leaned back slightly on his hands on the bed, arching his back and tilting his head to the side, making the muscles in his long, thin neck tense. Seductive wasn't a strong enough word to describe the way the Emperor looked right now. Depraved? Vicious? Devilish? Maybe it was all of those things at the same time. 

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. His command was clear and precise, and the fear of being completely vulnerable in front of him made your heart beat even faster. Your fingers trembled as you reached for the wide waistband of your dress. It had all happened so very quickly. Your mind had barely had time for a moment's reflection. You knew that it was best to obey him and not question what he wanted. Carefully, you unbuckled the belt, and the dress slid gently down your body before it spilled out in a puddle of silk on the floor at your feet. 

"I-I... do you like it?" You asked him. Your voice was barely above a whisper. God, it was so embarrassing. Would this happen every time you shared a bed with him? You lowered your eyes to the floor, unable to bear to look at his hungry, lustful gaze. 

"Ain't you a pretty little jewel, huh? It was so sweet of you to ask me that. Now take your hands away, so that I can see the whole of your pretty body."

His words caused you to let out a soft squeak, as you were completely shocked. It was humiliating, to say the least. It was one thing to be lying naked under someone else, but it was a lot more vulnerable to find yourself completely naked in the middle of the room. But there was no way you could forbid the Emperor to look at your body the way he wanted to. The words he had spoken earlier were still running through your mind: "You belong to me." So you obeyed him once more, even though everything in your heart was telling you not to. 

"What's a gem? Are you so embarrassed already?" Seonghwa laughed grimly as he looked at your naked body; his eyes lingered on your pussy as he sensually ran the tip of his long tongue over his plump, sensual lips. "Come closer to me, darling." 

God, it seemed like it couldn't get any worse, but obviously the Emperor had thought a lot about how to make you squirm without even touching you. You took a couple of steps forward until you were standing between his legs as they spread apart. 

"Now turn around for me." His voice dropped a couple of octaves, the velvety tone getting darker and more husky. Your face turned even more red, and your lips began to quiver. You slowly turned away from him so that he had a good view of your bottom. You could feel his predatory eyes on the small of your back and his greedy gaze on your crotch. You almost screamed as you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you down with all their might until you were sitting on the bed between his legs. Seonghwa pressed his body against your back, and it reminded you of Wooyoung, but that thought disappeared as quickly as it had appeared when his hands cupped your breasts and his full lips were pressed against your ear. "You're supposed to please me, you know." He said. His hot breath flowed over the soft skin of your ear with each letter of the word he spoke. It sent a shiver down the length of your body. "Remember this." He squeezed your breasts roughly, causing you to give a soft whimper. 

"Yes, Your Majesty…" You breathed out.

Your breasts were terribly sensitive under his rough and skilled hands, and you were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you collapsed completely into his arms. You had no idea how pleasurable it could be; you'd never played with your boobs before. As Seonghwa's long fingers brushed lightly over your swollen nipples, a soft moan of pleasure escaped your open lips. 

"You're so sensitive, my little jewel, and that's what I love about virgins; you're all so sweet and shy, you blush and whimper at the slightest touch. But do you know what it is that I love the most?" Seonghwa asked you as he gently twisted your nipples with his long, thin fingers, making you moan and shake your head in a negative way. "Most of all, I love to see the look on their pretty faces when I stretch their tight little cunts with my big, thick cock. I love the sound of them moaning my name as they cum on my tongue." God, that was just too much. 

The combination of the Emperor's deep, hypnotic voice and how dirty and disgusting his words were almost made you whimper pitifully. His hands continued to play expertly with your heavy, plump tits, massaging and squeezing the flesh as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the hard, sensitive nipples. The tender skin of your breasts reddened under his firm grip. Unconsciously, you rested your head on his shoulder, becoming more and more lost in the sensation of his touch on your body. 

"But you are my shining star; you are special to me, unlike those whores who live only with the thought of being filled with Imperial sperm. They will never be able to stand in your shoes, and none of them will ever be the mother of my heir. None of them will ever be my Empress." One of his hands slid down your belly until his hot palm cupped your pussy in a possessive way. His long middle finger pressed between your labia to feel the moisture that had accumulated there. Your breath caught in your throat as Seonghwa pulled roughly on your nipple, his palm pressing even harder against your cunt. "I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy until your belly swells up with my heir." His lips brushed against your ear again, and he whispered in a sultry voice. "And maybe it won't just be mine, if you know what I mean." 

Seonghwa began to kiss your neck, leaving scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His lips were plush and moist as they glided over the sensitive veins and nerves, which flowed in bluish, translucent rivers beneath the pallor of your skin. You moaned and unconsciously pressed your pussy harder against his hand as Seonghwa's teeth bit into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The Emperor ran the tips of his fingers along the silken folds of your cunt, the moisture clinging to his fingers.

"I-I...oh..." Endless moans echoed through the room as Seonghwa's finger pads pressed against your sensitive clit. The light pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves sent waves of pleasure through your body. 

"Can you feel it, my star? Do you have a sense of how swollen and wet your pussy is?" The Emperor's words caused another moan to escape your lips; your mind was hazy and distant, and Seonghwa's voice was luring you deeper and deeper into the trap of lust and pleasure. "I can feel your desire, my jewel; your little cunt wants to be filled with cock so desperately." He said. Lost in the sounds and sensations of your own body, your hips twitched as his fingers began to circle your clit. Your breathing came and went, each exhale punctuated by a soft moan of pleasure. "Your virgin pussy is throbbing under my touch, my little star. I want to see you sink into ecstasy; I want to see that shy, innocent facade shatter as you cum and wriggle under my touch." Seonghwa removed his hand from your breast, then wrapped his fingers around your chin, turning your head sideways so your lips met his. "Under my tongue." He whispered before you had the taste of his kiss for the second time that night. You were so mesmerized by the feel of the Emperor's soft, luscious lips on yours that you didn't notice him pressing his hips against you.

You were whimpering into his mouth as you felt the hard, hot length of his cock pressing down hard against your arse. Your eyes widened in fear, and your mouth opened to allow Seonghwa's tongue to enter your mouth and wrap around your tongue in a sensual way.

Seonghwa's kiss to you at the wedding ceremony was nothing in comparison to the kiss he was giving you now. The impossible, hot-tight, sinful, shameful, pleasure-filled kiss that made you gasp and whimper against his lips. A low, guttural moan escaped from his lips, becoming almost animalistic in nature as his fingers slid deeper and deeper between your folds. Seonghwa growls and pulls his lips away from yours, swollen and tortured after his caresses them. You moan loudly as his fingers circle around your clit, your juices making it slick and slippery, and that just adding the stimulation. Mindlessly, you buck your hips against his touch, and he lets you do it, enjoying how desperate you are already looking. The Emperor was right. Virgins are always so easy, too pliable, and eager to be touched. And you, his precious little Empress, are no exception. 

His eyes were the trap of vice, the bottomless pit of lust and wickedness, but you couldn't look away from them. They were lustrous and almost black, like the onyx in the jewelled hairpin San had given you. They seemed to penetrate your very soul, making you shiver. A seductive grin played across his devilishly handsome face as his fingers continued to play with your pussy, making it more and more wet and in need of attention. You gasped for breath as you felt your little hole squeeze on nothing, and a thick, gooey drop of slime poured out of you. 

"Ahm-aah...Your Majesty...ahhhh...Seonghwa." You were at a loss for words and had no formula. Pleasure curled up at the core of your being, and you rolled your eyes in delight. 

"Yes, that's right, my star. Does it feel good? Do you like it when my fingers play with your little virgin pussy, when you feel them on your throbbing, swollen clit?" He asked. The silk of his voice was a breath that was a tickle to your ear.

"Your Majesty... It's... It's so embarrassing." 

His eyes flashed with pleasure, and the grip he had on your face was like a vice grip. You felt his hips jerk forward, and he pressed his cock harder against the soft flesh of your ass. His excitement was obvious. Suddenly, his fingers stopped teasing the folds of your cunt. Seonghwa brought them to his mouth instead. His eyes sparkled like jewels, seductive and dangerous, as his long tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the viscous fluid that ran down the long appendages. 

"You're sweet—maybe too sweet for your own good." Seonghwa wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer to his beautiful face, so that his lips make contact with yours once more. "And there's something you should know about me, my star: I have a horrible sweet tooth." Instantly, he releases you from his grip and changes position so that you're on your back, spread out on the beautiful sheets, his lithe body hovering over you. His hair is completely disheveled, long strands of pink falling haphazardly across his face, and you can see a faint blush on his cheeks and his luscious lips, swollen from kissing and taking on a darker shade. God, he looks like a true deity, and you can see why they call him the 'Lunar Dragon'; mere mortals can never be so majestic and seductive; they are not given that magnetic pull that draws everyone to this dangerous creature like a moth to a flame. 

Seonghwa slides down your body until his hands are cupped around your thighs, pulling them apart so that your juicy, wet cunt is exposed to his hungry gaze. He runs his fingers gently down your thick, soft thighs, squeezing your flesh together for a moment, the sharp tips of his nails digging painfully into your thighs, and you make a squeal at the rough caress. It was a terrible shame to lie there, completely naked, with your legs spread wide open, while Seonghwa towered over you, still fascinating and powerful, even if he did look a little disheveled. And what was even more humiliating was that you were already so wet for him—your juices were constantly flowing from your hole and dripping between your cheeks onto the silk of the sheets—but you didn't have time to think about that when Seonghwa pressed down on your clit without warning, making you gasp loudly. You almost screamed, your legs twitching in a feeble attempt to squeeze together as he skillfully circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingernail lightly scraping the tender skin. 

"You have such a sweet little cunt, my star," Seonghwa whispered as he pushed your swollen labia apart to expose the soft pink inside. He bent his face over your pussy and let his hot breath flow over the sensitive flesh, causing even more fluid to spill out of your hole. "I will only say this once, my precious. You will be a good girl and take everything I give you. I will eat that sweet virgin cunt for as long as I want. If you dare to refuse, I will fuck you without any stretches at all, and believe me, unlike you, I am going to get a lot of pleasure when my cock rips that tight cunt in half. Do you understand me?"

"I-I, yes, I understand, Your Majesty." 

The first licks from Seonghwa's tongue on your juicy pussy made you arch your back and roll your eyes. The sensation was too overwhelming for your words. As soon as the Emperor had tasted you on his lips, he began to eat you with a hungry ferocity. Seonghwa plunged his tongue into your tight, wet hole, almost biting your tender, quivering folds, his teeth clawing at your swollen, sensitive clit, making you writhe and squirm as his hands gripped your thighs tighter. 

Seonghwa lived for the pussy, and he'd tasted a lot of it over the years, but your sweet virgin cunt tasted the best of all. His little Empress had the most amazing cunt of them all—a pussy that was worthy of an emperor. 

"I can't wait to get my tongue inside you, my star. Do you like it, my Empress? Tell me. Do you like my tongue in your slutty virgin pussy?" 

"Uh, huh... I... I... it feels so good... your Majesty..." You moaned.

Your viscous slime and his own saliva now coated Seonghwa's chin as his mouth pressed greedily against you, licking and lapping up all the juices flowing from you as if they were divine nectar. Your tight hole was twitching under the caress of his tongue, begging for filling. And who was he to refuse to give it to you? 

Seonghwa slid his finger into the throbbing warmth of your vagina, feeling the slight resistance of the muscles as the long appendage stretched your virgin entrance. He did it slowly, but you moaned in spite of himself as his finger filled you. His lips circled around your clit, slowly sucking at the sensitive cluster of nerves, and Seonghwa felt the warm, silky walls of your pussy tighten around his finger. 

"Y-Your Majesty... that's a lot... I" You found it hard to speak; hot excitement was flowing beneath your skin, making you helpless and pliable for him, but a sharp slap on your thigh made you cry out loudly. The mark of his hand bloomed like a rose on the milky surface of your skin. 

You continued to whimper as you responded to the rough and vulgar words the Emperor spoke to you. Not daring to take his eyes off the way your hole was absorbing them, Seonghwa added another finger. Your walls clenched around his fingers, trying to hold them in, even though the burning sensation of stretching made it difficult. To make it easier for Seonghwa to move his fingers in and out of your pussy, you tried to relax as much as possible. A lump of saliva landed on the top of your pussy and spread over your delicate folds. 

"My Name. I need you to moan out my name and nothing else, my star. I want to hear you say it out loud as I destroy you with my fingers and my tongue. Your hungry cunt swallows my fingers so well, my little 

Empress."

"Look at you, my star; you're so wet for me; you literally drip into my mouth. You are not so clean and pure any more, are you? Who would have thought that a beautiful lady would like to have her cunt licked?" The squelching of your wetness and Seonghwa's saliva as he slid two fingers in and out of your tight hole was loud and disgusting.  Seonghwa was mesmerized by the way your pussy clung to his fingers, his tongue circling the edges of your vagina, slipping inside slightly each time his fingers came out of you. 

You arch your back and feel a strange, crushing tension build up in your lower abdomen, and you clench the silk sheets in your fists. It's frightening, but somehow you have a desire for it to consume you completely. 

"Seonghwa, I... Oh God... I, I don't know, this feeling inside me..." Your breathing is ragged, with each word coming out of your mouth with difficulty. The Emperor lifts his hypnotic gaze up to you, his mouth still pressed against your pussy. His eyes are so dark and hypnotic—glimmering black stars in the lacy frame of his eyelashes—and you swear you see a flash of golden glow in them before it fades, leaving only lust and insatiable hunger. 

"My little Empress, you are about to cum for the first time, are you? Jewel, you must wait until I say so." Seonghwa growled as he squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh harder and harder, and you could already see the purple and black bruises that were beginning to form on your skin. "Your slutty cunt won't be able to come until I tell you to." You whimper pitifully at the command of authority in his velvety voice, your pussy clutching onto his two fingers. 

But Seonghwa doesn't seem to have had enough and decides to stretch you even further, trying to push a third finger inside you, causing you to squeal and jerk your hips in an attempt to avoid the stinging sensation inside you, but it has the exact opposite effect. Your abrupt movement forces his fingers deeper into you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside, and you gasp at the sharp sensation of delight that rips through you like a bolt of lightning. You are so lost in pleasure that you don't even notice the tip of his third finger as it enters you. 

Seonghwa is sucking on your clit in an almost lazy way, stretching and stimulating you at the same time. 

"S-Songhwa!" You almost start to cry, your eyes filling with tears from the mixture of feelings and emotions. This is too good to pass up, but at the same time, too much for you to bear. "Please, Seonghwa, Your Majesty." 

"Hmm, are you beggin' me already, my star? My little Еmpress, if you can't take my fingers, then you'll never be able to take my cock, and that is literally your only responsibility in life. To lie here in my bed and to fuck me like this. Your husband and your Еmperor. Seonghwa replies, licking the broad stripes between your trembling soft folds and pulling her fingers out of you to suck on your clenching, flowing hole. 

"I'm sorry... I'm t-trying to be a decent wife to you... I'm so sorry." You stutter. 

The Emperor slid three fingers back into your pussy, stroking your velvety walls and pressing the pads of his fingers against your G-spot as he did so. 

"You're so sweet, begging and crying like a pretty little girl, but you're not a girl anymore. You're my wife, my Empress, so be damned obedient to me and take everything I give you without objection." When he had finished speaking, his lips were around your exhausted clit again. 

"Oh, please, Seonghwa! P-please, I need...I want...please let me come...I promise I'll be so good to you." Tears streamed down your face as your whole body began to shake a little, and you lifted your hips to press even harder against Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa seems to have decided to spare you this time, enjoying how desperate and needy you look—all that crying and whining, and he hasn't even fucked you properly. But it's not over yet. 

"If you want it so badly, darling, you can cum." As soon as those words fall from his flushed, swollen lips, it feels as if your whole body is completely attuned to his every command or desire, and you arch up almost immediately, rolling your eyes and experiencing your first real orgasm on Seonghwa's long, slender fingers. Seonghwa lets out a deep, low moan as he watches you writhe in pleasure as he continues to finger-fuck you until you begin to whimper and beg him to stop.

"I'm not done with you yet, my star." Seonghwa whispers in a grim voice as he pushes his fingers into your wet and sensitive pussy. You're almost incoherent at this point, shaking with excitement as he pulls his fingers out of you and crawls up your body to pull you into a hot, dirty kiss. His lips, chin, and cheeks are wet and sticky with your juices, but he doesn't care; he doesn't bother wiping, preferring to fuck your mouth with his tongue. 

As Seonghwa pulled away from your lips and allowed you to take a full breath, the look on his face took on that predatory animal look that you'd seen on him before tonight, and it was crystal clear to you what was going to happen next. Fear and excitement at the prospect of finally losing your virginity mix together in your heart. You weren't sure if the feeling was one of relief or horror, but your body was already on edge with anticipation. You could feel your stomach twist with desire and excitement, and you were absolutely shocked that your body reacted in this way even after an orgasm. 

"And now, my little Empress, I would like to show you what it means to be the wife of the Emperor. His beautiful cock sleeve." Seonghwa gets down from you, but only to take off his silk robe and to pull his trousers down over his long legs until he is completely naked. His hair is now completely loose, long strands the color of sakura petals falling freely over his shoulders and chest. You would want to admire how beautiful his face looks framed by his pink silk hair if your eyes weren't focused on his cock pressed against his flat, embossed belly. Like everything about His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa, his cock was just as magnificent and attractive: the hard, thick length was slippery and glistening with pre-cum flowing from the dark pink head, the vein bulging with tension stood out on its velvety girth, and overall, his cock made you inexplicably want to run your tongue over it and taste its flavor. You swallowed loudly, turning your head to the side, a crimson blush of embarrassment mixing with the lust that now filled your veins with something intoxicating and forbidden and spreading across your rounded cheeks. 

Your mouth opened to say something, but you quickly shut it when you noticed that he had raised his perfect eyebrow in a slightly mocking expression. His movements were slow and elegant as he crawled across the bed towards you like some mythical beast. Long fingers wrapped around your ankle before he pulled you towards him until his body was between your spread legs. He towered over you—magnificent, almost divine—making you feel small and fragile. Strands of his long, sakura-colored hair fell around his slender body. His smooth skin shimmered like liquid gold in the soft, diffused light of the candle.

His graceful hand slid up the curve of your thigh, caressing your soft skin where the marks of his possessive touch had already blossomed, and higher and higher until it reached your full breasts. Seonghwa squeezed your breast before running his fingers around the swollen pink nipple. A pitiful moan escaped your lips as his luxurious, juicy lips connected with another hardened bud and sucked it roughly into his hungry, beautiful mouth. You meowed in response, the new kind of stimulation causing you to arch your back in pleasure and unconsciously push your breasts closer to him. He purred velvetily, flicking his tongue over your tender nipple until it was glistening and wet from his attention. 

Without hesitating, the Emperor lifted his knee between your hips, forcing them to spread further apart, allowing him to slip between them. Your hands rose hesitantly and floated in the air for a second before you found them lying on Seonghwa's strong shoulders. His skin felt warm and soft under your fingers. Your body tensed, and a small cry escaped your parted lips as you felt Sonhwa's teeth bite into your chest, and soon a mark resembling a shining crescent moon formed where his teeth had been. Suddenly, the Emperor grabbed hold of your wrists and lifted your arms above your head, restricting your movements and locking you completely into the cage beneath his body. 

"And now you would like to touch me, my little Empress?" Seonghwa grinned grimly. "First of all, I want to take what is rightfully mine, my star. Beg me for it." He let out a growl. Like a dark, forbidden caress, the low, vibrating sound of his voice went through your body. The heavy, velvety length of his cock pressed against the inner side of your thigh. You wanted to run away, to hide from that bottomless, hypnotic gaze of lust and hunger, but at the same time you wanted more of him, to feel everything you'd never felt before. The thought of how Seonghwa would enjoy you, how he would use you for his own pleasure, and how he would make you his own, subjecting you to his will and his power, made you long for that feeling. You desperately wanted to belong to him.

"Please, my Emperor, Seonghwa, take me. I belong to you." You barely managed to whisper the words, but the Emperor was able to hear them clearly. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, exposing your slender, delicate neck. His hot body merged with yours as his head sank into the curve of your neck. The swollen, wet head of his cock pressed against your trembling pussy. He was still holding your wrists tightly above your head, his sharp nails digging into your skin, but your hips were lifting to meet him as Seonghwa moved forward, weakly, and rubbed the head of his cock against your clit. A low, languid moan escaped from his throat as your soft labia parted a little, allowing his cock to slide into the warmth of your wet cunt. 

"You are so impatient, darling. And that's another thing I like about virgins—once they've tasted pleasure, they stop controlling themselves and start asking for more. Look at you; you're so desperate for me to fuck you, little Empress. Can't you wait for my cock to be inside of you?" He looks so smug, his ego shining brightly in his dark eyes, and a lecherous smile has blossomed on his plump lips. Your natural essence thickly coats his thick cock, allowing it to slide easily through your warm folds, the head of his cock touching your sensitive clit with every move he makes. He is laughing at you, at the way your body is haunting him at every moment. Once again, the Emperor is proving you to be right—you really are hungry for more. You want to feel him all over you.

Seonghwa loves the way you look underneath him—your flushed face, wet from the tears you shed earlier from your orgasm, your skin covered with bruises and his bite marks, and of course, your wet little cunt begging to be filled to the brim with his cum. Maybe that's why he can't hold himself back any longer and slowly begins to push his cock into your oozing hole. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into you, and although you had been prepared for it, the way his thick girth stretched your silky walls made you squeeze your eyes shut and feel a slight burning sensation. Seonghwa's cock was too big and thick for you, at least for now, but somehow you didn't doubt that he was going to fuck you until you could easily take his whole length at once. 

When his cock was all the way inside of you and his balls were pressed against your plush arse, he let out a guttural, almost growling, moan as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck. Your cunt was everything he'd imagined—tight and hot and silky—divine. A small shiver of pleasure went through his body as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. Your answering moan was an unrestrained one, grateful for the hot, thick length of it as it displaced your emptiness, stained your chastity, took away your purity, and filled you instead with an insatiable need. 

He hardly gave you time to adjust to the size of his cock before he began fucking you mercilessly. Obscene sounds filled the air with each of his hard and deep thrusts, mingled with your whimpering and long moans, as well as his enthusiastic purring of satisfaction as he tormented you. His warm breath filled your mouth, forming a subtle contrast to the uncompromising demand of his tongue as it penetrated your mouth and tasted you as you moaned and whimpered. Seonghwa feels that he has become a little bit dependent on you and that he will probably never be able to satisfy this hunger that he now has for you. Your slippery pussy tightened around him impatiently and greedily, hot and wet, squeezing him so hard that Seonghwa let out a low moan of pleasure. 

Seonghwa lets go of your hands and wraps the palm of his hand around your thin neck instead, squeezing it lightly. His grip on your throat makes you gasp, and your moans are hoarse and soft.

"You are all mine." He growls, watching as his cock enters and exits your tight, pink cunt, a thick vein stretching along your silken walls with every movement of his beautiful and skilled hips. Seonghwa can't help but marvel at the way your juices are coating the velvety length of his cock as it plunges deep into you. Your hands dig into the sheets, crumpling the fabric between your fingers as you do so. "Who is your husband? Your Emperor? Tell me, my little star!" Seonghwa demands as she presses her fingers around your neck more tightly. 

"Y-y-you!" You screamed, but the sound of your voice was so distorted that it was barely audible. Your thighs began to ache from Seonghwa's relentless thrusts, but you didn't know if you wanted to ask him to stop when his cock kept hitting the most pleasurable spot inside you, making you feel every cell in your body heat up until it was white. Stars started to dance in front of your eyes, exactly the same—mesmerizingly sparkling stars like the ones in Seonghwa's eyes. "Seonghwa, that's you! You are my husband, my Emperor!"

"That's right, you treat me so well, my little Empress. I am going to fuck you until you are swollen with my heirs and until your little pussy is dripping with my cum day and night. My beautiful star, don't you think that we should give the seven great generals a taste of your divine cunt, as well? Let them saturate you, let them breed you, and let them shower you with caresses and praise. They are magnificent lovers, my star—passionate, tireless, and demonic—and they crave you so much. And here's something else you should know about me, my little Empress: I share everything with them—the battlefield, power, life, bed, and of course, I will share you with them, my beautiful wife." Seonghwa stops what he is doing and looks down at your trembling, delicate body lying underneath him. You can feel how his demonic gaze is burning into you before he grabs hold of your waist and quickly forces you down on all fours, lifting your bottom up into the air. His hand slides along the curves of your inner thighs, running his fingers over the warmth of your cunt and oozing sticky nectar. Two slender, long fingers rub your quivering hole, and you clench involuntarily at the tantalizing sensation of his fingers. 

"Say it once more." He orders you as he presses down on your clit and begins to rub it in rapid circles. You let out a shrill cry, your voice echoing through the luxurious imperial chambers. 

"Seonghwa! I am yours. You are my Emperor. You are my magnificent husband."

The Emperor let out a purr in response to your words, which sound silky and almost sinful. He pressed himself against you once more, thrusting his cock inside of you. Your face was pressed against the pillow before a graceful hand pulled your hair and pressed you against his wet, hard chest. He never stopped his hips from moving. His pace was sure and persistent, his lack of mercy cruel to your tender, sensitive cunt that had never known such sensations before, but still you moaned with pleasure. 

"You are going to cum on my cock, my beautiful star." His teeth graze across your ear before Seonghwa bites down on the lobe of your ear.   All of a sudden, his fingers find your swollen clit and make slow half circles over it, stimulating you even more. Immediately, you feel yourself tightening around his thick cock; your mouth falls open, and your lower lip begins to quiver as you feel that sweet tension at the bottom of your belly. Your orgasm is like a starburst of sensations—the pleasure exploding beneath your skin, stinging you like sharp shards of broken stars—and you almost lose yourself in the sensation. You moan so loudly that you swear the servants outside the door can hear you loud and clear, but whether it's the servants or perhaps one of the seven handsome generals, you have no way of knowing. 

Seonghwa lets go of your hair and grabs your waist instead, digging his nails into your flesh until it bleeds. The squishing sound your pussy makes every time his balls slap against the soft plush of your arse draws a deep animal growl from Seonghwa's throat, the great dragon inside him coming out. The warm, sticky liquid slowly seeps out between your thighs as you shiver and melts into Seonghwa's arms as he holds you upright, your head resting on his shoulder. But it doesn't last long. In a second, you're on your back again, facing the godlike Lunar Emperor. 

He stares down at your emaciated face and at the glistening beads of sweat on your brow. His smug smile was devilish and vicious; he spread your legs again, watching the heat of your tiny, squelching cunt as it greedily swallowed his cock. 

"Oh, your pussy is so beautiful, my star. A perfect little cunt to be filled with the emperor's cum, to be a breeding." Seonghwa's words are nothing more than the sweetest praise wrapped in pure sin. 

Holding your breath, your body feeling boneless and tired, you nod recklessly at his words.  

"You will cum again, my star. You're going to scream out my name so loud that everyone in this palace will know just how good a fuck I give you." He lifted one of your legs and pressed it up against the side of your chest. In this new position, you felt stiff and small under the Emperor's exquisitely elegant body, yet your pussy continued to greedily milk his cock. The vulgar, disgusting words that Seonghwa spoke to you in his deep, velvety voice made your head spin around. It made you feel so soft and sweet. 

Seonghwa fucked you in a deep and rough way. You could still feel the remains of your orgasm boiling in your belly—so sensitive, almost painful. As the head of his cock kissed your cervix, your body tensed, and every muscle in your body tightened like a silk ribbon. Yet, as if it's his only purpose in life, Seonghwa continues to split your heart. You roll your eyes, your lips quiver, and your chest shakes with sobs. You look completely fucked up as you lie there, taking everything the Emperor gives you.

"Who do you belong to, little Empress?"

"I-I, yours, Seonghwa..." You let out a gasp as you felt the tingling sensation of a new orgasm flutter around your pussy. Your soft walls clenched hard, almost restricting Seonghwa's movements, contracting and pulsing around his thick cock. 

"Louder!" He crashes his hips into you, your skin reddening where his thighs made contact with yours.  

"S-Seonghwa, I belong to you, only to you... ah!" 

You feel like you're drowning—falling rapidly and irreversibly into the depths of a bottomless ocean of pure pleasure as Seonghwa's fingers press against your swollen, torn clit. Your orgasm is all-consuming—your vision disappears for a second, your breath is trapped in your chest, and all you can hear is the raging roar of the blood in your veins. You scream—piercingly loud—but the sound barely reaches you. You're shaking, your whole body twisting and writhing from the wild intensity of your orgasm as Seonghwa continues fucking you relentlessly. Seonghwa's skilled fingers move over your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips, making your body shake around him as you go through blissful orgasm. Your juices rush between the two of you, spilling over and down the silk of the sheets. 

"I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please, Seonghwa..." You cried out, the tears running freely down the sides of your face.

Seonghwa leaned forward and captured your lips in an incredible kiss, his hips pressing hard against you as he began to pour his cum as deep as he could, savoring how hard and greedily your pussy milked his cock, your silky walls trembling around him. After a few moments, he slips out of your exhausted pussy, lets go of your leg, and lies down next to you on the bed, his head dropping to your chest as he cuddles closer to you, listening to your heart pounding furiously beneath his cheek. The Emperor intertwines your fingers with his own in the most intimate and tender of gestures. Still in a daze, you lie motionless on the bed and allow him to do whatever he wants to you. 

The Great Lunar Dragon is curled up beside you like a purring, cream-fed cat. He looks completely relaxed and peaceful. Your eyes wander aimlessly around the luxurious chambers, trying to collect your thoughts, but it's only for a moment before your eyes widen—frightened and in disbelief—as you meet the gaze of none other than the great, demonically beautiful General Choi San. Your soft scream attracts the attention of Seonghwa, and his eyes are lazily open to see what it is that has upset you so much. 

"Ah, Sannie, you have frightened my star." Seonghwa reluctantly gets up from you and lightly covers your body with the sheet, but it does little to help the situation, as you can feel the general's sultry gaze burning into your skin. "You should have waited until the morning at the very least; you are too impatient, do you know that?"

"My precious Empress made a sound that was too tempting for me to resist, Hwa. I am nothing more than a male slave of my most beautiful mistress." San purred, got up, and crept towards the bed like a big cat of prey. He moves clean and elegantly, and you can't help but be enchanted by what you're seeing. But the spell is broken as soon as you feel the bed begin to sag under the weight of his body. In an attempt to shrink and hide your body from this breathtakingly handsome man, you pull your legs up. Seonghwa notices this and gently puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and giving you a light kiss on the cheek. 

"My star, you have no need to be afraid of San; he is as gentle as a kitten. You will have fun playing with him, I assure you." Seonghwa's voice was like melting honey on your skin, and you wished you could relax, but the whole situation was just wild; this is totally not how you expect a first wedding night to go. "But first we need to bathe, and then we can go and play again, my little Empress; the night is still so young." Seonghwa literally sings, letting you go and moving around the bed until she is next to San. You watch in silence as the emperor's plump, sensual lips touch the sharp cheekbone of the general for a moment before he rises from the bed and pulls a silk robe over his naked body. "I trust everything has been prepared." It is clear that the question is not directed at you. 

"Of course it has; Wooyoung and Yeosang have taken care of it." San extends his hand to you. It is the same inviting gesture that General Jung used before leading you to Seonghwa's chambers. "Come with me, my precious Empress. Your servants are waiting to please their mistress." 

[opalblade]

29 MARCH 25.

𓂀 HASTA: THE DEMONISED SEDUCTRESS .

the point of this post is to combat the hate hasta women receive en masse. there are other placements and nakshatras that receive a ton of unwarranted hate, but i noticed this pattern with hasta women pretty quickly.

🌗 THE HASTA WOMAN COMPLEX .

the hasta woman complex is essentially the madonna-whore complex. i have found that it is exemplified quite strongly by hasta women and the way the world interacts with them. i spoke on the nun/madonna archetype that hasta women embody in my hasta themes post, so this post will be exploring the other side of the axis.

due to hasta's desire "may the gods place their faith in me", hasta natives tend to become vessels of god in various ways. typically and most obviously, we see this as hasta women becoming nuns. virgo, the rashi hasta is placed in, is also associated with the virgin mary and mothers in general - including demeter, mother of persephone.

claire nakti has mentioned hasta women portraying mothers that keep their children trapped in a virginal state and dependent upon them, which could be compared to the persephone myth.

however due to the inherent duality of virgo, hasta women also portray temptresses or seductresses. these are insanely beautiful women that arouse people around them and attract lot of attention. they either enjoy and encourage this lustful attention or abhore it, but it's there regardless.

to me, the hasta woman complex can be described as the nun-seductress complex.

so, how does the seductress axis play out in real life?

people tend to project onto hasta women a LOT. they're held to severely high standards and are practically crucified and receive tons of public criticism when they don't live up to these standards of perfection.

now... hasta women do actually have a tendency to be controversial! they say and do highly controversial things, some of which i do not agree with.

alabama barker (hasta moon) has received a lot of hate due to being in the public eye since she was a child and is now at the center of a public argument with danielle bregoli aka "bhad bhabie". alabama barker is the "villain" in this situation, whilst danielle is seen as the "victim" or "winner" of it. she is also accused of copying black women and race baiting, something ariana grande has also been accused of. i explored this in my first hasta post as it relates to hasta natives' fluid and trickster identities.

brigitte bardot (hasta sun) is extremely racist, xenophobic, sexist and has been convicted for her racism - recieving six fines for it.

zoë kravitz (hasta ascendant) received a lot of backlash - once for saying she admired roman polanski's work, another time for criticising will smith's slap, and again for her unearthed post where she wrote suggestive and inappropriate things about the underage jaden smith.

many hasta women do not fit in any cookie cutter view of how a woman shoukd express themselves and break many stereotypes of their times. they tend to feel stifled by these expectations.

brigitte bardot stuck her head in an oven to protest her controlling, upper class parents trying to control her and her relationship. she was also described as a "sex kitten" after her role in "and god created woman", in which she plays a sexually liberated and carefree young woman. her carefree nature and disregard of social conventions attracts the men around her and earns her the disappointment of her parents, who try to control her.

monica bellucci (hasta sun) portrayed malèna, a beautiful woman who attracts the lust of the men and the hatred of the women in her village.

yoko ono (hasta ascendant) is seen as the reason the beatles broke up and was also seen as emasculating john lennon - see: *that* annie leibovitz photo.

rubi rose (hasta sun) is seen as hypersexual amd stupid, especially recently in contrast to halle bailey as they were both involved with ddg.

🌗 THE SEX KITTEN ARCHETYPE .

A sex kitten is a woman who exhibits a sexually provocative lifestyle or an abundant sexual aggression. The term originated around 1956 in articles in the British and American press and was originally used to describe French actress Brigitte Bardot. Sources believe Bardot's role in And God Created Woman was what inspired the term in the mid-1950s.

SOURCE

i've noticed hasta women have a connection with catwoman (post coming soon!) and also the sex kitten archetype. obviously, brigitte bardot is the first sex kitten and she is a hasta sun.

@saintfelina is known for her love of felines (see: the username) as she constantly posts about them and even has a blogspot post about sex kittens and how to achieve the look. her blog and blogspot is amazing btw, you should all check it out. she has a hasta ascendant.

i, myself, look like a cat and have all the "feline features", according to saintfelina's post and the themes in this hasta post are something i relate to. i have hasta ascendant.

ariana grande is a modern sex kitten and is well-known for that image. she used it to break out of the child star mold and forge her own identity. she has hasta moon.

🌗 MORE HASTA CELEBRITIES .

amber heard (hasta moon) was the recipient of enormous hate and was the victim of a media circus due to the depp v. heard trial.

meghan markle (hasta moon) was also the recipient of enormous hate after calling out the british royal family for racism and leaving the establishment with her huband, prince harry. she still receives a lot of hate to this day and lots of judgement and scrutiny.

mia khalifa (hasta moon) is a renowned pornstar and recieves a lot of judgement, hate and scrutiny for this.

taylour paige (hasta sun) portrayed a stripper in zola - a great movie.. you should all watch!

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© 2025 opalblade. do not copy, repost, or translate my works to any other platforms.

[whatdoyouwanttocallmefor]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʟᴇɢᴀɴᴛ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ- ʜᴡᴀɴɢ ʜʏᴜɴᴊɪɴ

WARNING: Mature themes, violence, possessiveness, power dynamics, dark romance, mdni, no proofread, etc...

TAGLIST: @lixies-favorite-cookie

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To the world, Hwang Hyunjin was an enigma. A man of beauty and grace, whose hands painted breathtaking masterpieces by day and took lives by night. The duality of his existence was chilling, an artist whose strokes could either create or destroy.

And yet, despite the blood that trailed behind him, with you, he was soft.

Hyunjin loved you like a muse, delicately, reverently, as if you were a masterpiece too precious to touch. But his love was also lethal, woven with the promise that anyone who dared to threaten you would meet a fate as poetic as his brushstrokes.

---

You first realized the extent of his devotion the night someone defaced your art gallery.

Red paint was splattered across the canvases, vulgar messages scrawled over the delicate strokes of colour you had spent months perfecting. It wasn’t hard to figure out who was behind it, a rival family, trying to send a message to Hyunjin through you.

You were furious. But Hyunjin? He was silent. Too silent.

That night, as he held you close in your shared penthouse, his fingers traced soothing circles against your skin.

“They touched something of yours,” he murmured, voice devoid of its usual warmth. “They made it personal.”

You didn’t ask what he meant. You already knew.

Two days later, the leader of the rival family was found lifeless in his own art studio, his body positioned like a tragic masterpiece. Red paint, only it wasn’t paint, dripped across the floors, eerily similar to the way your own gallery had been vandalized.

Hyunjin came home that night smelling of rain and something darker, his expression unreadable as he slipped off his gloves.

“They won’t bother you again,” he said simply, pulling you into his arms.

And they never did.

---

Hyunjin’s world was dangerous, but he kept you wrapped in luxury and safety, shielding you from the chaos he orchestrated.

One evening, as you admired the ruby earrings he had gifted you, he leaned against the doorway, watching you with a small smile.

“They reminded me of you,” he said when you met his gaze in the mirror.

You arched a brow. “Because they’re expensive?”

His lips curled. “Because they’re rare.”

Your heart swelled, but before you could respond, his phone buzzed. The moment of tenderness vanished as his expression darkened.

“Wait here,” he ordered, already slipping into his blazer.

“Hyunjin—”

“I mean it,” he cut in, pressing a kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the night.

Hours passed before he returned. You were half-asleep on the couch when he walked in, the metallic scent of blood lingering on him. He was unharmed, but the exhaustion in his eyes was unmistakable.

“You didn’t listen,” he sighed, kneeling in front of you.

“I never do,” you whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He exhaled sharply, leaning into your touch. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

“You won’t ever have to find out,” you assured him, brushing a kiss against his lips. “You always come back to me.”

His arms tightened around you. “Always.”

---

Hyunjin was a man of contradictions, a lover and a killer, an artist, and an executioner. But there was one truth that never wavered.

In a world painted with blood, you were the only masterpiece he vowed to protect at any cost.

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[trashmouth-richie]

this comes from @serasvictoria with this ask the prompt words were: pillow, caught, crush

18+ no minors, angst leading to smut, vulgar, eddie talks about his dick and steve’s 😌

2.1k // eddie x fem reader

your ex hears you’ve moved on; is he ready to let you go?

send me a prompt!

“Don’t be a dumbass.” 

Ringed hands were folded together, glistening from the makeshift dramatic lighting in Gareth’s basement. 

In the summer, Hellfire moved locations from one member's place to another, rotating every Friday to a different place. A new aroma to tickle one’s nostrils upon entering whichever home was the designated spot for the evening, to host Hawkins very own hell bound teens. 

Some homes were kept nicer than others, while Eddie’s trailer smelled like stale cigarettes and bong water, the Sinclair’s living room was pristine with updated furniture, smelling of warm vanilla and the smell of dinner still lingering in the air. 

Gareth takes another gulp of Mountain Dew, wiping the lime colored beverage from his lips. Belching on the spot. 

“Why would I lie about that?” 

Eddie shifts in the folding chair leaning forward— the chain from his waist clinking on the metal, “whatever man, don’t fuck with me.” 

Gareth grins, hands up in surrender, “listen dude, I’m just telling you what we saw,  no need to shoot the messenger.”

What Gareth and Jeff had seen weighed heavy on their minds. They had even contemplated on keeping it secret. The two couldn’t decide if Eddie should know or if it would hurt him— in the end Gareth opened his big mouth and blurted it out, in the most repugnant way imaginable. 

The painted tin container used to hold dice was crushed under the weight of Eddie’s fist as he hammered it onto the table. 

Jeff shook his head, sucking in a breath between his braced teeth, looking away from the soon to be manic Munson. 

Eddie’s temper ran hot when it came to one thing—and one thing only, you. 

Raking his fingers through his scalp, he kicks the back of his chair upon standing, ragged breaths in and out, eyes to the ceiling. You still had a hold on him, it had been months—and the only one who seemed to not be able to move on was him. 

He chuckled, pinching the inner corner of his eyes and shaking his head, “one of you take over as DM, I gotta go.” 

Bounding up the stairs before he could hear any bitching from his two longest standing friends, the carpeted steps squished under his quickened boot steps. Stealing a cookie from an iridescent colored decorative plate on the kitchen counter, Eddie stomped out the front door and to the paved driveway, starting his van with a flick of his wrist, pedal to the floor as he reversed onto the street, running over flower beds in his wake.

—

The daffodil warmth of the sun was high in the sky, a small stitch of wind blew the blades of grass gently, feathering the soft pages of your book every so often. 

It was a perfect summer day as you laid out on your driveway, ass parked in a tiny kiddie pool from your youth, blue in color, the flimsy plastic circle was filled with cool water straight from the hose. 

A few shots of spiced whiskey danced on your tongue and tangoed with the carbonated bubbles of the mixed in Coke, fizzing with each slurp from your straw, you don’t have a care in the world. 

Admiring your freshly painted nails in the pastel bubble gum shade he had picked out— it was a stark contrast to the ruby reds you had been accustomed to— but those days were long gone, and things were finally starting to look up for you. 

It had been four months since Eddie broke things off, claiming he needed ‘space to find himself’ and although you spent a majority of that time wallowing in ice cream containers and mopping up tears when you saw a brown set of curls, or heard the jingle of a chain wallet— you moved on. 

He wasn’t from Hawkins. Didn’t know of Eddie at all, and you preferred to keep it that way. You were never ashamed of the boy you loved for so many years, the only embarrassment you felt was the night he ended things like someone would end a call after placing an order for pizza. 

Like it meant nothing to him, like you meant nothing to him. But that was then, and you were happier now.

So when you looked up to see Gareth’s wide eyes staring in shock was not at all how you imagined your date would go. You had been caught red handed by his best friends, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he found out. 

Toes twirling in the water you bobbed your head along to the music playing on the portable radio, sunglasses perched on your nose— not a single care in the world. 

Until the music turned to something more familiar.. the screech of guitars and aggressive tempos, you could practically feel the warmth leave your skin as the dark cloud of Eddie’s van cast its shadow on your skin, parked in your driveway like he belonged here. 

By the way he tore around the corner and through the stop sign— you knew he was pissed. The clunk of his rings scraped against the paint as he reached through the window to open the door—still broken. 

“I don’t smoke anymore Munson, but if you’re offering freeb—”

“Who is he?” he interjected, in no mood for your joking tone. 

Sucking your drink until the ice clinks together at the bottom—whiskey making you ballsier than you ever had been—you finally answer, “Who is who?” 

He crosses his arms, trying to stay calm, although all he wanted to do was scream, “the guy, cmon princess, don't play dumb with me.” 

Staring at him you can’t believe the audacity of the boy standing in front of you, coming here, demanding to know what’s going on in your life when he’s the one who practically skipped on his way out of it. 

instead of stomping around and causing you a scene, you simply ignore him, “you’re in the way.” 

“Huh?” 

Pointing with a lazy finger to the sky you watch as his eyes follow, “don’t tell me you came here to bitch me out, you’re wasting your time.”

He leans in over your body so close that you can see the chocolate color of his eyes, eyes that you'd lose count of the times you’d stare into them. 

“I’m not leaving until you tell me who he is.” 

“Okay.” You say nonchalantly, unbothered. 

“Okay?”

“Yeah go ahead, stay. ‘s long as you want,” you push yourself up from the pool, standing in a string bikini that matched your nails, “I’ll be the bigger person here, and I’ll leave.” 

Water dripped down your thighs as you walked to the front porch and pushed the door open, ready to slam it shut and twist the lock upon entry—but a dark boot prevents your dismissal.

Rolling your eyes you try to kick his knee to get him to move but he wouldn’t budge, and you huff in annoyance. 

“Pretty sure this is harassment.” 

You ignore the way he walks in your house like he knew his way around, even though he did, your house was a second home to him for years.

Shutting the door with dramatic flair, Eddie leans into your space, inches from your nose, “just answer my question sweetheart— and I’ll be on my happy little way.” 

“You’re deranged if you think I’m telling you anything.”

He cocks his head and laughs like a jerk, mocking you.

“Thata more than likely, but I know better than anyone,” his eyes undress you, fingernails skating across your thighs, “how much you like it.”

You turn and shout over your shoulder, “go home Eddie— I’m not in the mood for this!” 

He barrels around you, demanding your attention. 

“Aww you’re not in the mood?” his voice dipped to a gravelly bite of anger as he put his hand over his heart, “my sincerest apologies to your feelings baby…but I somehow don’t give a fuck about your little feelings when I find out from Gareth that you were sucking some guy’s dick in the Starcourt parking lot.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment and Eddie’s eyes are glassy, coated with pain. You never wanted to hurt him, never wanted him to look at you the way he is right now. 

“Ed—” 

He smirks.

“I think it’s cute…honestly, still doing the same shit you did with me…” he moves to brush your cheek with his thumb, “I’m flattered.”

“Get out,” you bite back, making to shove him to the door but you’re no match for him. 

“D’dya swallow for him like you did for me?” 

“Get..” 

“He bigger than me?” 

“…out!” your shoves are fruitless against his broad shoulders.

“Last I checked Harrington was the only one who had me beat… unless you’re fucking him too.”

The slap startled him, but he knew he deserved it. The torment in your eyes was fueled by his words and he fucking hated himself for making you feel that way. 

He was hurting too, body shaking with rage and swallowing tears the whole drive here. But, when your tears fell on the apples of your cheeks— all his pain turned to gloom. 

“I’m sorry— I— That was a dick thing to say.” 

“Do you think getting over you was easy for me?”

“I don’t know.” 

“It wasn’t.. and truthfully I don’t think I am yet, but what fucking choice did I have?!”

“Babe—.” 

“I loved you, Eddie… I still fucking love you. Why isn’t that—”

His large hands clutch your cheeks, warm lips press into yours with a magnetic force you had forgotten about. Eddie’s tongue tasted like the tobacco spice of a camel, and a subtle hint of mint, and you devoured it like you were starved. 

He whispers and groans how he was so stupid, a real dumb mother fucker, and that he never should have ended it. 

Accepting his apology—for now—you pull him towards the couch, heels rocking on the carpet until they hit firm on the plush sectional, still lip locked with the man you swore, that you hated to your friends but your pillow heard a different plea ever since he broke your heart.

His arms wrap around your waist, fingers daintily pulling the string from your bikini bottoms until the soft fabric hits the floor.  His Hellfire shirt joins them before you both collapse into one another on the cushions, Eddie’s hair draped into your face hiding you both away from consequences and the reality of bad decisions. 

He breaks away from your lips to lick up the slope of your neck, and your head angles back in ecstasy. His body temperature was like fire against your skin, curling your legs around his back you couldn’t get enough of him. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” Eddie grooaned, grinding into your naked cunt, his tongue kitten licking around your neck, working his signature hickey into your skin, “my angel.”

You moan feather light in his ear, fingers twisted into his curls. His hand works down your front, sliding between your slick folds with skills you swore only he possessed. 

He played your body like a guitar, knew how to tune you up, the proper way to hold you. A true expert of his craft— your pretty little noises would harmonize from the simple touch of his fingers, your sweet cunt clinching onto him like vice. 

“Missed that sound,” he chuckled, his bangs pushed up from the angle on your neck as you came undone, “so pretty like this… drunk on how I’m making you feel.” 

Your eyes were pinched shut, chest heaving from the breath shattering orgasm you haven’t had since you got dumped by him. Nobody came close to the way Eddie could do it.

Kissing him square on the mouth, you twist your tongue with his, massaging them together as if a flame could spark from the pink wet muscles.

Intimacy with Eddie felt like home, like a warm blanket straight from the dryer when you were freezing. A cup of soup to soothe an itchy throat. 

He melted into you, collecting each gasp you choked out with a kiss from his lips, doing a poor job of hiding the smirk on his face when your breath was stolen from his pistoning hips. 

New— but entirely the same, your bodies fell back into each other like no time had passed and he made up for what was lost, twice. Each time your cries rang out like music to his ears— his favorite song. 

You slept now, adjusting to his arm wrapped around you, a kiss to your forehead, and a new plea in your pillowcase— for Eddie to stay, forever. 

[paradoxrewritten]

"The spotlight is on me now, Darling~!"

Introducing the lady herself...!

✨ RUBY PLUME COOKIE! ✨

Click more to read about her!

Her character inspiration is based on Burlesque Girls!

Personality Info

Ruby Plume Cookie is a vibrant, energetic and confident performer. Her energy is infectious as her confidence stems from an unwavering self-assurance. She loves helping other cookies who are struggling with their own self-confidence, actively seeking them out to offer words of encouragement and even guidance. She finds joy in witnessing others discovering their own inner brilliance and embodying a supportive and empowering presence.

Soulstone Description

A dazzling fragment imbued with the very essence of a grand performance from a piece of Ruby plume Cookie's soul. It radiates an infectious confidence. It whispers the tales of cookies who have found their inner sparkle under the brightest spotlight.

📋Quotes! 📋

General

🎰 Gacha Pre-pull 🎰

"Are you ready for the main event?"

🎰 Gacha 🎰

"Cue the music! Your star has arrived!"

🎁✨Wish ✨🎁

"Something worthy for my next show!"

⚔ Arena Loading Screen ⚔

"The spotlight awaits!" "Is the audience ready for me?" "Let's give them a show they'll never forget!" "Every stage is a chance to shine!" "Prepare for a dazzling performance!"

✌ Victory ✌

"What a show! Take a bow, darling!" "Another standing ovation for us!" "We truly stole the show!"

🏳 Defeat 🏳

"Can we take an intermission?" "Don't fret... This is just a practice!" "We all stumble infront of an audience."

😵 Knockout 😵

"The show must go on without me!"

Upgrade

⬆ Promotion ⬆

"Practice makes perfection, darling!" "Your brilliance is truly undeniable!" "Another star is born!" "The stage just got bigger for you, darling!" "Shine on, My magnificent star!"

🌟 Ascension 🌟

"A star never stops growing!" "Now let's turn heads and steal their hearts!" "Truly a show of divine proportions!" "My my! Your radiance knows no bounds!" "The universe is your stage now!"

Touch

🏰 Kingdom 🏰

"Do I look ready to relax? The stage is calling!" "Careful now! These feathers are one of a kind." "Glitter everywhere? You're welcome!" "Feeling fabulous as always!" "The breeze is just right to practice!" "Dull days? Not when I am around, Sugar~!" "You really know how to make a cookie feel seen!" "Is it time for another fitting? or an encore?" "Now what grand performance shall we plan today?" "Let your true colors shine through!" "Every cookie has a unique sparkle, Even you!"

📝 Cookie Info 📝

"Looking for secrets, darling? You'll only find sparkles." "Admiring the artistry, darling?" "My confidence is my greatest costume!" "A dash of charm and a pinch of flair...- Viola~!" "Not all cookies can handle this much dazzle." "Oh how I live for my adoring fans!" "Every sequin here tells a story." "The center sage suits me, Don't you think? "Careful, Darling! Look too close and you may fall for me~!" "Even my mirror claps for me!"

Yes, When she is refering to "darling" or "sugar" she DOES mean the player or YOU!

I'd add more but I ran out cause brain empty :D

[kasumiviolet]

Hello! I have a slightly silly hc question: how well do you think the bg3 companions handle spicy food?

not a silly question at all, in fact a very wholesome one!

i’ve chosen to go with general food/meal preferences but will include tolerance to spice for you!

Including Astarion, Gale, Halsin, Karlach, Lae’zel, Shadowheart & Wyll

TW: Food, mentions of eating habits, hiding food.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

- Given his affliction, I doubt there is much need for legitimate sustenance in the form of physical food & drink

- This does not stop him from occasionally mixing wines with the blood offered to him.

- Say for instance, he fancies something with a bit of sweetness, he would happily stir in a few generous drops of Amnian Dessert Wine before gulping down a goblet (or three)

- Tav would often attempt to experiment themselves with herbs & spices and offer Astarion a choice between a warm and spicy cinnamon, or a bold peppery clove.

- One time, Gale snuck a few hot peppers into his goblet as a prank, and was devastated when it had absolutely no effect on the vampire.

Gale:

- The Connoisseur of the Culinary Arts, Gale loves to experiment whilst cooking for the camp. Albeit to the chagrin of the others

- He has an extensive collection of foraged herbs, flowers and items that he keeps in his well worn Alchemy Pouch, Halsin often finding various items of use but having little to no skill in their preparation.

- Is really not fussy when it comes to preference, is just happy to enjoy a home cooked meal amongst pleasant company.

Halsin:

- Prefers a vegetable based meal, but doesn’t mind the occasional use of meat as long as it doesn’t interrupt the harmony of nature.

- Does not drink alcohol, and much prefers a herbal tea sweetened with honey.

- The first time he tried anything remotely spicy was when the party had come across a food stall ran by an old man, only making one meal, Spicy Shrimp Soup.

- Halsin was hesitant, as all Elves were when it came to spice, preferring a delicate blend of flavours over a gutpunch of heat, but the party was weary & this was all they could afford with their coin.

- After one mouthful, he was pleasantly surprised at how warm and comforted the broth made him feel; he made sure to remember the name of the dish and would often return to “check on the old man”.

Karlach:

- Karlach is the Mother of Spice™️

- Peppercorns? Give. Spiced Wine? Yoink.

- Spicy Sausage Links are her favourite, and she’ll often inhale about six or seven in a row before she realises everyone is staring at her, either in fear or arousal admiration.

- She asked Tav one day if she could make her something as hot as she is and Tav just conjured a fireball.

- Karlach needs to try a good spicy ramen or a firecracker rice fr

Lae’zel:

- Lae’zel actually prefers minimal spice, and sees her food as fuel rather than something to enjoy.

- Although she absolutely will not tell a soul, she has a sweet tooth.

- Has a secret stash of tiny dessert delicacies from the realm hidden away in her tent, and will often snack on these should she desire.

- “Treacle Tart? Tas’ki - Give it to me to dispose of.”

Shadowheart:

- A sweetheart with an even sweeter tooth.

- Is curious and open to trying new flavours or delicacies, but steers clear of anything cooked by a goblin or a gith.

- She will often sit by the riverside with a steaming cup of tea as a form of relaxation.

- Definitely steals scraps of meat and other things to give to Scratch when the others don’t look, feigning innocence if caught.

- Her favourite dessert of all time is something called a “Ruby Rack”, a sweet cookie made with vanilla and walnuts. Every now and then she’ll crack a joke that her true mission in life is to find one again.

- Lae’zel surprised her one day by placing one on Shadowheart’s pillow with a look saying “if you tell anybody that I did this, I will cut you from navel to neck.”

- Shadowheart nods appreciatively.

Wyll:

- Wyll adores anything homecooked, a token of trust and love between friends that he holds dear.

- Oftentimes finds himself reading the recipe books that Gale collects in order to educate himself on the meals the camp share, what nutrients & vitamins each ingredient provides etc.

- “You’re looking a little worse for wear, Karlach. Maybe some stew would help.”

- Wyll just wants everybody to be healthy & happy and honestly, I respect him for it.

BONUS

Scratch:

- Sweet boy is happy with anything, but Shadowheart has noticed that his tail wags a little faster when presented with sausages or a good pork loin.

- Halsin often tries feeding the pup sprigs of rosemary or thyme. He’ll sniff them, take them gingerly into his mouth before spitting them out.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

My first ever ask! I spent ages going back and forth with this tab and the wiki for the sake of accuracy - I hope you enjoy love!

[alora-rose]

since christmas just passed, i thought of posting this cute fic <3

warnings :- none

pairing :- killian jones x fem!oc (oc is called vivienne, she's david's younger sister

ps, this takes place somewhere in between season 4 and 5)

"tis the season and all that."

It was a day before Christmas in Storybrooke. The Charming couple were all for celebrating with a bang, feeling that it would be a good hope-booster. Hell, they even got Emma enthusiastic. Ever since they'd been reunited after the whole Snow Queen slash Zelena fiasco, things had finally settled down a little; just in time for festive cheer.

"Geez Henry, you want some cookie with that icing?"

Vivienne laughed, looking at the young boy decorating an iced cookie with way too much icing.

"You can never have too much icing."

He replied with a grin and went back to carefully making the dotted ornaments on the christmas tree. David and Snow were decorating the apartment with fairy lights; having given Emma the practical duty of wrapping presents upstairs.

"What is that? Why are you putting that up?"

Vivienne narrowed her eyes at her sister-in-law who had been trying to put up miseltoe without her noticing.

"Well it's just a part of Christmas Tradition, isn't it Vivienne?"

Snow gave the younger woman a mischievous look as she continued;

"And I'm sure you have someone you want to share that tradition with right? Someone preferably with a hook for a hand?"

Vivienne's face flushed slightly as she looked back to see if Henry was still decorating the cookies as she answered:

"No. Absolutely not, and I told you already; we're just friends."

Just friends. Vivienne had been trying to suppress the growing feelings she had forgotten the one handed pirate ever since she almost kissed him in Neverland. The man constantly flirted with her, making comments that would most of the time leave her weak in the knees.

"If you ask me, I'm perfectly fine with him and his damn accent staying away from you."

David commented in a less than pleased tone as Snow chided him, making Vivienne hurriedly declare that she was going for a walk as an excuse to exit the awkward conversation.

Huddling her coat closer to her frame, she unconsciously made her way to the docks where she knew Killian would be. Said pirate was sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean. Vivienne admired his handsome face, the dark tousled hair falling just a bit above his eyes as he looked out at sea, unaware of her presence before she cleared her throat with a smile.

"What, not decorating the Jolly Roger this time of year?"

She asked, sitting down next to him as he gave her a small smile

"Christmas isn't exactly that big of a celebration for pirates, love."

"Don't let Snow hear you say that. She might just strangle you. Are you coming to the party this evening for the Eve's dinner?"

She asked, hoping he would come.

"Well, I was thinking of sitting it out but seeing as you're going, how could I deny the allure?"

He smirked slightly, leaning in closer for the effect.

Vivienne rolled her eyes with a smile, looking away as her face turned slightly pink, but she felt relieved knowing she could blame it on the cold.

-in the evening, just before the party-

"How do I look, do I look alright?"

Vivienne asked Regina who was helping hanging the decorations on the high places in the BNB with her magic.

"You look fine. Stop stressing would you? You've already got the pirate wrapped around your little finger."

Regina smirked, her attention not shifting from the streamers she was hanging up.

Vivienne mumbled a small "shut up" and went to help Ruby and Emma set up the tables.

-half an hour later-

All the people of Storybrooke were pouring into the BNB with the spirit of festive cheer in their hearts. Vivienne was eagerly looking forward to meeting Killian, but as the night grew colder, her expectations began to lower. Upset, she excused herself for a moment to go outside and bumped into someone; almost falling forward if it hadn't been for the hand quickly supporting her waist so she didn't faceplant into the snow.

"Already falling for me I see?"

The saviour in question teased in that god damn accented voice.

"Killian! I thought you'd skipped."

Vivienne said, her mood immediately brightening as he replied:

"Well darling, I meant what I said in the afternoon. Even if I did show up fashionably late. Speaking of, shouldn't you be inside right about now?"

He grinned, unconsciously squeezing her hip lightly as he spoke.

"Well, I'd go back in but the toasts have already started. Snow said you can't interrupt once they have. Tis the season and all that."

She said vaguely as the smirk on Killian's face grew as his line of sight shifted to above the pair.

"Viv, darling, you might want to look up."

She stopped rambling as a confused look made it's way onto her face.

"What-?"

She started, looking up as her eyesight caught the green foliage above them. Miseltoe. Of course.

Her face flushed slightly as Killian teased her.

"Are you blushing, love?"

"It's just the cold, Killian."

"Then who am I to break a long living festival tradition, hmm?"

He sounded way too smug for someone who didn't celebrate Christmas.

Before Vivienne could come up with anything remotely close to an annoyed reply, Killian pressed his lips to hers. And oh to characterize her with melting snow at that moment would be the perfect description. She relaxed in his arms as he smirked into the kiss, switching his arms so he could cup the side of her face with his good hand.

The pair pulled away after a good couple of moments, both breathless as they looked at each other and burst into quiet laughter not really knowing the reason as to why they were laughing. Hearing the cheers inside; indicating that it was 12:00, Vivienne finally whispered,

"Merry Christmas Killian."

"Merry Christmas, love."

He replied, kissing her forehead lightly with a smile.

-fin

AN :- what do we think? my first fic on tumblr whoop whoop

of course, suggestions to improve are always welcome, byeee <3

°alo°

[moonstonexgallery]

Acai Berry Tea Cookie - They are the host, and ringleader of the Cake Berry Circus, a poetically cheerful attitude, and a very soft side for Cake Hounds, they're romantical in their own, sweet way, mostly know for bringing smiles in Berryberg Street, and The Hollyberry Kingdom in their circus, with such a romantic remarks for a very sweet cookie, something about her caught their attention, they tend to have some chaos in their soul whiles hosting the circus for their audience, during starless, restful nights, you'll hear their laughter in the distance, and the fairgrounds music begins to play, sometimes at midnight, if ticked off, thats when a more monstrous side is seeking to attack...

RARITY: EPIC CLASS: Ambush POSITION: Front SKILL: A Cake Berry Performance!!🍰🍇🎪 Relationship Chart

Plague Doctor Cookie [TRUST] - "One of my best performers yet!!~"

Blue Velvet Cookie [FRIENDLY] - "Oooh!~ Such talent!!"

Ruby Choco Cookie [FRIENDLY] - "I remember you from last year!"

Battenberg Cookie [ADMIRATION] - "My dearest, beloved buttercup~"

Cinnamon Cookie [TENSION] - "Let's see if that magic is REAL!"

Coffee Jelly Cookie [FRIENDLY] - "You, and your crew is invited to come see my show anytime!"

So this was an old OC i forgot to post about here btw

Anyways enjoy them :3

[ignisgalaxia]

🫧 🌋

- I am tempted to request the answers for Kathryn Janeway or one of the gals from RWBY, but please feel free to pick any character/fandom you want!

So my ask box IS open. Was starting to think it was glitched, but no people are just shy.

Anyway, I'll do Janeway and Ruby.

Kathryn Janeway:

🫧 What are some things they like? What do they like about the world? What do they like about themself?

Coffee. Duh. Also period romances, tennis, having private romantic dinners with her first officer, kicking the Borg's ass, and a good challenge ("Now that we're in this race, we're in it to win 😉”).

Janeway's a scientist at heart, so she loves discovering new worlds and species and all the galaxy has to offer (as all Starfleet officers should). She's also a strong independent woman and she knows it. Unfortunately she spends most of her time worrying about everyone else and not herself, so I'm not really sure what she likes about herself. I bet she can identify plenty of things she doesn't like about herself (#relatable).

🌋 What do they want out of life?

You know, it's never really stated what Janeway truly wants. Obviously throughout the show she wants to get her crew home, but that's more of an obligation. Even being part of Starfleet seems more like something she felt was expected of her since her father was an admiral. I'm guessing she just wants to help people. Even though it was what got them stranded, it's also what saved her from being overwhelmed by her mistakes (of which there were many).

Ruby Rose:

🫧 What are some things they like? What do they like about the world? What do they like about themself?

Girl loves her some cookies, nerding out over intricately-made weapons, and not wearing heels. She also loves helping people, obviously why she became a huntress.

Early volumes Ruby was very innocent and naive, but that's framed as a good thing, since the world apparently needs "a smaller, more honest soul." Despite all the shit she's been through, she still sees the good in people, even extending a hand to people that really don't deserve it (Raven, Cordovin, Ironwood, etc). It wasn't until volume 9 that cynicism took over and made her think about her faults and mistakes (thanks Neo 😒).

🌋 What do they want out of life?

She just wants to make a difference in the world, to make it better as she told Blake in volume 1. Of course now she wants to stop Salem since the woman plans to end the world lol. But as of volume 9, I think she also wants to forge her own identity and not simply be an extension of Summer, even though she still wants to live up to her.

[aeney]

Cookies and Kerwin pt 2

Holding space for this one 💚

He was unfairly gorgeous like this - all sharp features and scars, but strangely warm ruby eyes that watched her with such intent that she felt flushed under his gaze. She looked at his lips then and flushed harder.

The hand holding hers brushed over her knuckles. "Do you want me to touch you, my good girl?"

Fuck, hearing that silly nickname again only confirmed it. "Yes," she said weakly.

He leaned up immediately, catching her in a kiss laced with desperation. Soft lips moved against hers with urgency; Like he'd waited ages for this. He did wait ages for this. Even his constant daydreams of his girl couldn't compare to having her here, right in front of him, asking him to touch her.

Kerwin reveled in it, feeling like he was going insane with how badly he wanted this. A quick yank of her waist and she was flush against him once again.

He wondered if it was too much, pulling her around and guiding her against his hungry kiss, but she liked it. He could tell — the soft, needy noises that slipped out of her proved it to him, enabling him further.

Angel could feel a difference this time. Kerwin wasn't going to be satisfied with just kisses.

Strong arms lifted her up, their mouths never stopping as he lifted her. When he sat, he positioned her to straddle his lap yet again and pulled her flush against his chest once more. Kerwins pupils blown wide with newfound lust when he looked back into her eyes.

Nothing felt close enough for Angel, even with every part of her pressed against him. Kerwin wasn't just giving her pleasure, he was actively participating in it, finally taking pieces of her to savor himself.

The kisses weren't just tender, they were sensual, hot, self-indulgent. He was savoring the feel of her mouth and pushing her towards a dizzying need with his tongue. Angel didn't even know kisses could feel like this. Whatever the hell he was doing felt fucking amazing and each messy lick was making her lower body feel hot.

He pulled away to admire her like this, to drink up the image of her absent-mindedly rocking against him and his kisses. Angel’s brow was pointed up in want and her lips parted in anticipation, hot gasps into his mouth as she longed for him to keep going. Was it wrong of him to take such pride in turning her into this?

She looked almost confused at him stopping, and he enjoyed that almost as much as continuing.

"Keep going?" She said it like a request, but it came out more like pleading with her eyes still squeezed shut.

"Keep going, huh?" He teased, this time pressing slow kisses against her jaw, holding her delicately. "With what, sweet girl? Kissing or something else?"

He was so warm, so all-encompassing, so intoxicating. Like she was drunk on just his touch. Kerwin was wrapped around her and pulling her deeper and deeper into something sinful and delicious and she could barely keep herself upright, but still, she wanted more.

"Something else," she breathed.

He hummed, pretending to think about her answer. "Hmm... something else." He kissed at her bottom lip while she panted and let his left hand drift lower and lower down her back, then underneath her, fingers barely touching over where her clit is. She cried out into his mouth when she realized what he was doing.

With how tightly she was pressed against him and her back arched, he could easily reach her pussy without even having to shift positions.

Kerwin had his Angel right where he wanted her-trapping her against him with one arm and the other wrapped around and underneath, spoiling her, right in his lap, his to kiss and tease as he saw fit.

"Something like this, maybe?" He asked, emphasizing the question with a bit more pressure against her panties with his fingers.

Instinctively, her legs moved to clamp shut, but she was forcibly spread wide on his lap and completely at his mercy. Kerwins body racked with a shiver and she whined against his neck when he started rubbing circles against her clit through her panties.

"Sometimes I wonder if you just live to tease me," he huffed against her cheek. He didn't slow down his hand for even a second.

"Y'know how easy it would be to just do what I want to you?"

As if to demonstrate, he pulled her panties to the side just enough to rub greedy fingers against her. Each touch against the sensitive nub made her jolt and squirm against his chest, pleasure brewing in her gut and making her arch back into his hand.

"Already wet," He teased. "Were you hoping for this, gorgeous? Have you been waiting for me to reach up your dress?"

She was far too embarrassed to answer. Instead she clutched at his shoulders with trembling hands, warming his skin with heavy gasps.

Kerwin shivered at the sensation.

Already having far too much fun with this, Kerwin spread his legs wider which forced her to do the same. Her tiny squeak in his ear only excited him more and he laughed at his new advantage, boyish and proud, enjoying himself immensely.

Kerwin had always been a giver, but something about Angel seemed to kick it into overdrive.

Maybe it was something about proving he was better than the people in her past, or maybe it was something about the power, or maybe it wasn't either of those things - maybe, instead, it was just that he got off on seeing her in pleasure.

He wondered if it could get any better than this, being able to feel her tremble against his embrace while he got to play with her pussy; but then her hips started moving in time with his rubbing and arousal started surging through his blood at a dangerous pace. It was impossible not to imagine her doing that on his dick instead, slowly taking him deep inside her with shaky breaths. God, the thought made his cheeks burn.

The dirty image in his head only served to make his senses surge, muddied with desire and a need to feel her cum for him again. To see his fantasy become a reality, he started circling her slicked entrance with his middle finger, loosening the muscle and teasing her all at once.

"You want me already?" he teased, his voice husky with arousal as he let the tip of his finger slip just past her entrance. "I know how you like it now."

"W-wait," she stammered, sitting up straight but wobbling slightly in the process. Angel met his gaze with warm, hooded eyes and lips swollen from their kisses. The contrast between them was almost laughable: he grinned at her, thrilled to see her in this state, while she already looked completely fucked out just from a bit of teasing.

He stopped his ministrations at her request and kissed her chin softly. "What's up, love?"

"I want you to feel good, too," she protested.

"You've only ever helped me. That's not fair."

He let out a short laugh and shook his head

"That's not how this works. You don't owe me." To prove his point, he removed his hand from under her and licked her slick from his fingers. "If you can't tell, I'm having plenty of fun already. Trust me."

Watching him lick her wetness from his fingers heated her cheeks once again, but she shook her head adamantly. "I... I know that, but..." Angel pulled tighter against him and lowered herself to sit on the bulge in his sweatpants, carefully rocking against him to prove her point. "I still want you to feel good, too."

It was the first time she'd ever made a move on him like that and it made him feel stupid with excitement. A small shift of his legs and the pressure increased, small thrums of pleasure shooting down his spine from having her pressed against him like that. He stopped the moan in his throat. "Anything you want. What did you have in mind?"

He knew what she meant, but he wanted to hear her say it. He expected her to mutter it out bashfully, struggling with the inappropriate words like usual, so it shocked the breath from him when she said, "I want to have sex. I want to feel you in me, Ki. Can we?"

Kerwins hips bucked up against her instinctively and he couldn't stop the groan this time. Hearing sweet, composed Angel string together such a lewd sentence just for him was his breaking point. His expression turned desperate. "Fuck. You're sure? It'll take a minute to get you ready for me."

Kerwin would do anything for her. If Angel wanted sex, he was going to fuck her until she was dizzy. He would ruin her with orgasm after orgasm until she was satisfied - who was he to deny her? She deserved it all.

"Anything for you, my sweet girl" he breathed, manhandling her with heavy kisses and a plan to make her fall more love with him.

[celesteleoves]

“YOURE SWEET, so you seem like you’d like sweet things like this.”

ೃ࿐ katsuki bakugou x shy!fem!reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, katsuki being down bad for u secretly (ooc katsuki) otherwise: fluff.

summary: in which katsuki figures out he is not the only student in class 1.A that likes a certain, sweet food every once in a while.

-

with a sugar eating quirk, sato was most definitely the person you’d rely on for fulfilling your sweet tooth! everyone in class 1.A knew that he was often stacked with different saccharine or sweetened dishes.

what everyone didnt know, was that you had a knack for baking yourself. of course, you kept this to yourself incase someone didn’t like your creations. you couldn’t even fathom how embarrassing that would be if it were to happen.

the anxiety of watching someone bite into your dish, face scrunching up at the taste, made you want to vomit. so, you never let ANYONE know about this guilty pleasure of yours, often only baking close to when everyone was tucked away into their dorms.

it was 10 pm, a wednesday evening when you decided to cleanse your need to make chocolate cookies. simple, i know, but you still enjoyed making easy things like this.

as you rummaged around the kitchen, headphones plugged in as you softly hummed to music, pulling out items that you need, you failed to hear the sound of footsteps making their way towards the dim lit kitchen.

the oven went off with a ding, you smiled and pulled out the cookies. your grin growing wider when you noticed they weren’t burnt, oddly shaped, or not baked at all but instead were perfect.

you huffed as you placed them on the counter, grabbing a stool and sitting snugly while examining and separating each cookie from the other.

as the kitchen door was pulled opened, you jumped. your eyes widened as you stare towards the doorway.

“huh? the hell.” katsuki bakugou grumbled at the sight of you in the kitchen at 10 pm, on a school night, by yourself. his head tilted as he examined your hair that was tucked away in a messy up-do, lips parted in shock at the sight of him and eyes widened.

he turned his gaze to the pan of cookies you had infront of you, eyes shining at the food. katsuki would never admit it, but he quite liked chocolate chip cookies. it was probably the only dish that fulfilled his sweet tooth.

“chocolate chip cookies, huh? you seem like the type of person to like sweet things.” he moved towards you as you sat there, speechless.

katsuki pulled a stool up beside you as you smiled softly at him, trying to appear as friendly as possible since he normally is never this calm… or nice.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you raised your eyebrows as he turned his attention back to you.

“you’re sweet, so you seem like you’d like sweet things like this.” he said, almost too quiet for you to hear but you noticed the way he kept his eyes trained on the food.

a flood of heat made its way onto your face as you shyly smiled, “here, i made too many cookies anyways.”

you held out the now less hot cookie to him as his lips turned upwards slightly as he took it from your hand. he bit into it, eyes immediately widening at how good the cookie tasted.

your heart dropped as you watched his expression, the fear you had of someone not liking your dish was coming to life. you felt your breathing pick up as he chewed – your heart feeling like it flew out of your chest and-

“shit, this is really good.” his ruby eyes moved to connect with yours as your nerves calmed.

“thank you, bakugou.” you grinned as he let out a small smile.

“anytime. can i have more?” he seemed to get shy as he asked that question, fearing you’d make fun of him for dropping his big, tough guy persona around you just for a damn cookie (an incredibly good one in his defense).

“y-yes! of course, take as many as you want.” you scrambled with a warm feeling pounding in your chest.

katsuki looked at you with admiration and fondness as you hurriedly picked up a few more cookies just for him.

if it meant staying up past his bedtime every night just to be here with you, eating chocolate chip cookies, bakugou katsuki would do it every night.

—

a/n: i was gonna post this on valentine’s day but then i forgot! anyways, i’m back 😈

a/n pt.2: im sorry for my recent absence here and my infrequent posts, I’ve been struggling with some personal issues but please do feel free to send requests, etc. ily all.

[the-ultimate-puppeteer]

This might be an unorthodox request, but how about a Team RWBY (or, if not all of them, then Blake and/or Yang) with a Boyfriend that is not at all shy about physical affection? One who really enjoys handholding, hugging, spooning, sitting on eachother's lap, and all that comes with it, even if it is just for the sake of doing it, and whose idea of "romantic evening for two" can be summed up with along the lines of "cuddling on the couch, wrapped in warm blankets, watching random stuff or talking, until they both doze off together in one another's arms"? Again, I know it might be unorthodox, but the colder weather got me into the mindset for some comfy, fluffy stuff.

Team RWBY with an openly affectionate Boyfriend who loves spending time with then

Weiss

•I think this is obvious but this girl gets flustered so easily with you

•She's just so unused to people showing her such open affection

•She does hate it though, in fact she loves it

•She loves how her heart beats faster from just holding hands or receiving something as simple as a hug

•While she gets incredibly embarrassed when it comes to sitting your lap so it's rarely done and only in private

•Her favorite form of affection is definitely kissing

• it's such a open form of affection and shows to everyone that she's yours and your hers

•When it comes to dates people would think she's the type that'd like to go out to a fancy restaurant

•They'd be wrong, dead wrong

•In fact she loves quality time above all else so she loves bring able to snuggle up on a couch and just talk or just watch a movie

•She loves when you fall asleep first since it gives her the chance to admire your peaceful face

Ruby

•Now ruby is the opposite of weiss, she actually doesn't really get that flustered from your affection

•She LOVES holding hands and while a bit embarrassing is totally on board with sitting on your lap

•Of course she does get embarrassed when yang starts teasing her about how adorable the two of your our

•While she certainly loves kissing she's actually loves cuddling more~

•I mean it's so comfortable to do and you can even kiss while doing that

•Or just talk while being embraced by the one you love~

•Honestly she loves it the most outta all forms of affection~

•When it comes to dates she similar to weiss with liking to spend them indoors but she'd rather play video games with her boyfriend them watch movies or talk

•Or if they get bored with that you could bake cookies with her~

•It'd definitely be one of the more fun dates to have with her~

•When you two get tired you clock out st the same times cuddled up on a couch wrapped in a blanket

Yang

•So obviously this girl loving the affection your giving her and returns it tenfold

•Also if you think she's sitting on your lap think again

•YOUR going to sitting on her lap

•Any time your happen to walk by her she just pulls you in and rests her on her lap

•You're actually the one who ends up flustered from this

•Same with thing such as kissing and cuddling she gung-ho about both of them but unlike her sister she favors kissing

•And doesn't mind doing it in public, whether it's a chaste kiss or making out she loves it

•While yang certainly loves the dates where you two cuddle up on the couch she prefers going out and letting loose in the city

•Whether it's going clubbing or just going to a fight club she's for either if them

•Though She does like when getting back from your big night you both will snuggle up on the couch and drift off to sleep

Blake

•Now blake is actually unique among the team in the she doesn't get flustered similar to yang but she's also not returning it tenfold

•She's actually pretty chill as expected and subdued when giving affection

•She doesn't mind sitting on your lap and is pretty relaxed about it

•When it comes to kissing or even cuddling she adores both of them

•This has to do with being a cat faunus but she loves when you scratch her cat ears

•It feels heavy to her and the same when it comes to simply stroking her face

•She feels so loved when you do these things to her

•When it comes to dates she similar to weiss and ruby

•but she actually likes reading a book together with you then playing video games or watching movies

•She loves seeing you drift off to sleep after trying to stay up with her

•Your incredibly adorable to her and she's glad that she said yes to dating you despite her reservations

[animalcrossingshowdown]

WE HAVE THE WINNERS OF THE COMEBACK ROUND!

Congrats Sherb (34 votes), Audie (28 votes) and Ketchup (27 votes)! Hopefully your second chance treats you better than your first chance did.

As for Flora's tie, 56.9% of you voted not to bring her back for round 4. Sorry Flora.

We're now down to a small enough number of villagers that we can get the graphic going. Sherb, Audie and Ketchup are marked with a star to indicate that they were the comeback winners. Round 4 starts April 18th.

Runners up:

Ruby 20

Gayle 19

Raymond 19

Tia 19

Marshal 18

Wolfgang 16

Bluebear 13

Lily 13

Tex 13

Carmen (rabbit) 12

Peewee 11

The rest of the pack:

10 votes:

Eunice

Raddle

9 votes:

Drago

Flora

Hamphrey

Kid Cat

Mitzi

Static

Teddy

Zell

8 votes:

Bam

Scoot

7 votes:

Biskit

Drift

Kabuki

Melba

Stella

6 votes:

Erik

Gala

Gaston

Katt

Meow

Peanut

Skye

Tabby

Tom

5 votes:

Amelia

Apple

Big Top

Cece

Deirdre

Dobie

Goose

Groucho

Hippeux

Lobo

Walt

Woolio

4 votes:

Alfonso

Aurora

Beardo

Benjamin

Bill

Boots

Chief

Cube

Eugene

Freckles

Joey

Julia

Merry

Moose

Pate

Purrl

Sprocket

Tad

3 votes:

Agent S

Bella

Biff

Chadder

Chai

Charlise

Claudia

Coach

Curt

Del

Dotty

Egbert

Étoile

Filbert

Hans

Henry

Lucy

Maggie

Moe

Monique

Nan

O'Hare

Olaf

Paolo

Phoebe

Rodney

Rolf

Rudy

Savannah

Shep

Stu

Tammy

Tiansheng

Walker

Wart Jr.

Willow

2 votes:

Alice

Anabelle

Analog

Anicotti

Antonio

Bea

Bonbon

Bruce

Buck

Celia

Cheri

Chrissy

Cleo

Derwin

Diva

Felicity

Flip

Francine

Genji

Hopkins

Kidd

Margie

Pekoe

Pinky

Puck

Rasher

Ribbot

Rowan

Snake

Sterling

Stinky

Tutu

Viché

1 vote:

Admiral

Angus

Annalise

Avery

Axel

Baabara

Bettina

Billy

Bitty

Bow

Bud

Buzz

Camofrog

Canberra

Carrie

Chelsea

Chester

Claude

Cyrano

Cole

Cookie

Deena

Deli

Dizzy

Dora

Ed

Elmer

Elvis

Faith

Flo

Flurry

Frank

Frett

Friga

Fruity

Gabi

Gigi

Gladys

Gonzo

Gruff

Harry

Iggly

Jacques

Judy

Kody

Lionel

Lulu (anteater)

Lyman

Maelle

Marcel

Megan

Midge

Mira

Nana

Naomi

Nibbles

Nosegay

Octavian

Olive

Opal

Peaches

Pecan

Penelope

Phil

Pierre

Quillson

Renée

Rooney

Roscoe

Roswell

Rio

Rocket

Rod

Shari

Spork/Crackle

Tank

Tasha

Twiggy

Tybalt

Ursala

Wade

Weber