#₊˚⊹🔮 marriage!au

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Acquiring a Family Through Entirely Legal Means

Acquiring a Family Through Entirely Legal Means by celydes

Reigen Arataka, nine months into running his psychic business, takes on an unusual job; babysitting an esper child named Hanazawa Teruki.

Four years pass, and officially adopting said child is proving difficult. Serizawa and Reigen agree to pretend to be married in order to sway the ensuing court case in their favour, while hiding their true feelings. — Reigen made a face of distaste. “I dunno, marriage should mean more than that, right? I don't really want to like… force someone into it, or marry someone I don't know or who I've paid, or- or-” or marry someone other than you, his brain finished.

“You could marry me.” Serizawa blurted.

Reigen froze. Thought for a second. Cycled back through his last sentence. No, he was pretty sure he hadn't said it aloud. “Huh…?”

Words: 4433, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Reigen Arataka, Hanazawa Teruki, Serizawa Katsuya, Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Kurata Tome, Dimple, Hanazawa Teruki's Mother

Relationships: Reigen Arataka/Serizawa Katsuya, Hanazawa Teruki & Reigen Arataka, Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Hanazawa Teruki & Serizawa Katsuya, Hanazawa Teruki/Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo (background)

Additional Tags: Adoption, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Legal Cases, except I don't know how the law works properly help, Child Neglect, but dw Reigen is a good dad, Reigen Arataka Has ADHD, Asexual Reigen Arataka

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48570076

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devil's girl

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader I ft. Mingyu & Wonwoo

🔮 preview. “Three hundred years ago, one of your ancestors promised me a descendant as my prophesied betrothed. A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of heaven or hell. A witch who would be identified by the mark of the Devil, drawn through with three lines.”

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, oral (f receiving), Cheol is low-key pussy obsessed, overstimulation, 5-inch long demon tongue, invisible demon bondage magic, the demon magic can also vibrate her clit a little, bdsm themes, slight choking, squirting, wet kink, massive cock cheol, pussy stretching, impreg/breeding/cum kink, dirty talk, service dom Cheol, consent is a must, begging, multiple reader orgasms, unprotected sex, hand job, dream/incubi threesome with Mingyu & Wonwoo, double fingering, degradation, dacryphilia, etc… I pet names: (hers) little/my sweet, pretty girl, good girl, whore/slut (1), baby, little love, etc. (his) sir, daddy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.2k

🍭 aus. king of hell!Cheol, witch descendant!y/n, prophesy, arranged marriage, yandere/possessive themes, slight kidnapping, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I feel like I need the men I write about every time, but when I tell you I need this man biblically, when I tell you I need him to kidnap me and make me the Queen of Hell and knock me up with demon hybrid babies asap-

Prologue:

It was not a fate that she would have ever wished upon any of her descendants, but there was a price to pay for power, a price to pay for life and a line continued. The old crone signed the contract, bound in blood, with the King of Hell, promising one of her own line as his future intended.

She could not foresee when the prophesied witch would be born, all she could promise The Dark King was that the descendant would bear the mark of the Devil. Somewhere in the world, there would be a girl born with a pentagram birthmark, run through with three lines, and that girl, would bear the task of giving children to the King of Hell himself.

The crone did this to solidify her line would survive the witch trials ravaging the country, the contract would ensure demonic protection from death- none of the King’s loyal followers would allow harm to fall upon any woman who could possibly birth the next Queen of Hell. 

As the trials continued, not one of the crone’s daughters were harmed. Years went by, with the crone checking every new grandaughter and great-granddaughter for marks. When it became clear that the prophesied girl would not be born in her time on Earth, she urged all her descendants to be fruitful and multiply, in the hopes that, with a large family line, the Demon King would have a harder time finding the contracted child.

Upon her death, the old crone’s family took her words to heart. Not only did the daughters multiply after the witch trials had ended, but they split. Some became nomadic, others found places to settle down and have whole swaths of children. Many of these descendants took upon new names, as women always took the last name of their husbands.

In this way, the old crone hoped to cheat the devil himself, and for a very long time, she was successful in her evasion of him.

one

“This better be important,” Seungcheol groans, shifting on his throne to assess the two low level demons in front of him. 

The incubi exchange looks, and finally one steps forward. “Sir, we found her.”

“You found her?” the King repeats. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“The witch,” the second demon says, fumbling as he also moves forward to address Seungcheol. “The one from the prophecy, with the mark.” 

The Demon King feels a twitch of something electric, it makes his finger tips jolt, and he begins to strum them along the dark marble arm of his throne. “What are your names?”

“I’m Wonwoo,” says the first incubi, “and this is Mingyu.”

“Well, Wonwoo, Mingyu, the two of you better not be wrong.” Seungcheol stands up. “Where is she?”

“We can give you the details, only…” Mingyu casts an anxious look toward Wonwoo, “we’re pretty sure she was wearing a high level demon ward.”

“What?” The word comes out as a growl, and in the lava fields of hell that stretch as far as the eye can see behind him, there’s a tremor that betrays the King’s rage.

“A demon ward,” Wonwoo repeats. “An heirloom. It’s a necklace. We tried to get her to take it off, but even while dreaming, she was pretty protective over it.”

Seungcheol can’t believe what he’s hearing. It’s been over three hundred years since he’d made a contract with the old crone. Three hundred years of waiting for the ability to sire a line with a witch who would be able to withstand the process. He’d almost given up the hope of ever finding his betrothed, only for two sinful incubi to find her in the dream state. The fact that she’s warded is the cherry on top of this whole fucking thing.

“That bitch,” Seungcheol groans. “The old crone has done everything in her power to make sure our contract would never be fulfilled, and she’s even left warding jewlery.” 

If the witch wasn’t in heaven, Seungcheol would pay a visit to her himself to enact his revenge for this final piece of treachery.

You do a service to save an entire line of witches, and this is how they intend to pay back your kindness. 

“It’s not the end though,” Wonwoo offers helpfully. “We just have to convince her to take the necklace off, that will break the ward, and you can summon yourself into her room as soon as it’s off.”

“If the two of you do this for me,” Seungcheol notes, “you will be rewarded.”

“We’re just happy we found her for you,” Mingyu says, voice shaky. “It’s been a very long time.”

Too long, in fact. 

two

You’re lost in a dreamy haze. Two pairs of lips are on your throat, one man pressed to your front, the other at your back. Hands caress your form, and nothing has felt this real. You’re moaning, eager for the fiery touches.

“We need you to do something for us,” the man in front of you whispers, licking past the shell of your ear and making you shiver.

“Anything,” you blurt out, already reaching for his cock.

A hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. When you meet the stern man’s gaze, you note the darkness in his eyes. 

“This is a pretty necklace,” he muses, as the person at your back nips at the chain that encircles your throat.

“It’s a-” you swallow back your lust, trying to form words, “an heirloom.”

“How badly do you want to be fucked, naughty girl?” 

“So bad,” you whimper, pressing your thighs together in the hope that you can quench some of your sexual appetite. 

“Then you need to promise us that when you wake up, you’ll take this pretty necklace off, only for a while.”

“Huh?” You’re confused, and the man behind you immediately brings his hand to your core, stroking you through your nightie. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you feel like they’ve asked you to do this before- but your memory is as fuzzy as the vision in front of you, and the men are more than distracting.

“You can do this for us, right?” he presses. “Please?”

“Why do you need me to take my necklace off?” you ask. It had been a parting gift from your mother before you were put up for adoption, and in her note, she’d warned you never to take it off. You can already feel yourself becoming restless at the turn of this dream, what had started so sweet and sexual has turned darker than you’d been ready for.

“It looks like it needs a little… TLC, don’t you think, baby?” One large finger slips into your core, and at the same time, the man in front of you tugs down your dress to access your breast, flicking at the nipple.

“Tell us you’ll do this,” murmurs the one with his mouth on your chest.

Your fingers tangle through his dark curls, keeping him on your breast while he begins to suck on your sensitive bud. It’s practically impossible to say no to them.

“Okay,” you whisper finally, voice shaky. “Just for a little.”

“There’s our good girl,” the one in front growls, adding a hand to his friend’s so he can slip his own finger into your dripping core. They both begin to work you open, and you can’t help the gasps of pleasure that begin to escape you, your grip flying to broad shoulders to keep yourself standing between the two large men.  “Now we all get our reward.”

three

You wake up feeling relaxed but needy. You remember ghosted touches as you head for a morning shower, washing your body and remembering strong hands trailing along the same path. 

As you do your usual skin routine, your necklace catches your eye in the bathroom mirror, and you’re reminded of the promise you’d made in your dream. Upon inspection, you do think the necklace could use a little refurbishment- you’ve been wearing the chain since childhood, where your commitment to never taking it off had been like life and death.

If you’d had a dream about removing it, if even for a little while, maybe that was your subconscious telling you it’s time to let go of the hold your mother has on you. After all, she gave you up- what do you owe her? What’s the point in still wearing this around?

With a sigh, you reach behind yourself, fiddling with the clasp. There have been a few times you’ve been required to take the necklace off, at hospitals, or the dentist, certain airports- it won’t kill you to remove it for a little while today.

You don’t think much of it as you set the heirloom onto your bathroom counter, in fact, you’re already planning out breakfast. You go to the kitchen, humming to yourself while you open the fridge to look at the contents inside. 

As you reach for the orange juice, the hairs on the back of your neck begin to raise, and you feel a powerful energy, as if you’re being watched.

“Goodmorning, sweet girl.” 

The sudden voice makes you jump, heart lurching into your throat as you whip around.

There’s a man standing in your kitchen. He’s dressed in all black, with a long silky jacket over top of dress pants and a matching charcoal shirt. His hair is dark too, and he has a smirk on his handsome face.

It only takes you a moment to assess ‘oh, he’s hot’ and one more to decide to throw your juice directly at him.

The man quickly lifts his hand, flicking two fingers. It’s as if the container of orange juice hits some invisible barrier, and it goes flying directly into your sink.

“Don’t be like that,” he tuts, clicking his tongue. “Is that any way to greet a man like me?”

“Who are you?” you ask, mouth going dry as you cower back against the fridge, feeling suddenly very naked in your tiny shorts and crop top. 

“An angel,” the man says simply, but the all black outfit is a dead give away that he’s lying.

“Yeah?” you let out a small laugh. “What’s your name then, mister Angel?”

He stares at you for a moment, something dark flashing over his features. When he smiles this time, you notice sharp canines. “Satan.” 

Your entire body runs cold. “I don’t…” You lick your lips. “I don’t see any devil horns, or a tail-”

“Would you like to see them?”

“No?” 

The man takes a step toward you. “You’re reacting better than I expected, Devil’s girl.”

“Devil’s girl?” you repeat, pressing your back tighter to the fridge in an effort to get away from him as he approaches closer and closer.

“That’s you,” he nods. “That’s what you are. It’s who you were destined to be.”

“I don’t know much about destiny-”

“Why would you?” he shrugs. “It’s been three hundred years since your family agreed to the dept they owe me. In that time, you witches have made it extra hard for me to keep track of all of you. I’m not surprised you don’t know anything about the prophecy, although, I will admit I’m a little disappointed you clearly haven’t stepped into your powers yet. Part of me had been hoping for a bit of a fight.”

“I can still fight you-” you insist, reaching out to grab a weapon from the knife block, brandishing it at the intruder.

He simply laughs, and with the flick of his fingers the knife goes flying out of your hand, landing in the sink next to the juice. “Silly little girl,” he grins. “Power reacts only to power, and though I can see you have power in your veins, it’s clear that no one has unlocked it for you. Don’t worry, I’ll help you get there.”

“Why would I want your help?” You cower back against the fridge, unable to move from where you’re standing. It feels like your feet are weighed down, and you wonder if this is another one of his magic tricks.

The devil puts his hand on the surface next to your head, blocking you into your fate. “Because, silly girl, at the moment, I’m your fiance, and soon, I’ll be your husband.”

“What?” The word comes out as a croak, your heart going a mile a minute in your chest.

“Three hundred years ago, one of your ancestors promised me a descendant as my prophesied betrothed. A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of Heaven or Hell. A witch who would be identified by the mark of the Devil, drawn through with three lines.” 

Realization washes over you. The mark on your ass- the peculiar birthmark, the mark you’ve always been insecure about-

“How…” you swallow thickly. “Why now? How did you find me?”

“I had help. Two incubi found you in your dreams. You were wearing an heirloom with a ward against me, but lucky for us, they convinced you to take off the silly little crone necklace. I couldn’t touch you while you had it on, couldn’t be in the same room as you, but now… I can be here with you, and…” he reaches out a hand, dragging a finger along your collarbone, “I can touch you.” 

“And if I say no to all of this?” you ask. “If I say no to marrying a man who’s literally Satan?”

“Then I’ll convince you,” the demon leans close, his hot breath ghosting over your throat. “I can be awfully convincing… also, if it makes you feel better, don’t call me Satan.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“Seungcheol.” There’s a softening in his tone when he says this new name, and as you stare at his handsome face, you realize that is suits him. “And what should I call you, my sweet?”

You whisper your name and Seungcheol repeats it. You can tell he’s enjoying the taste of it on his tongue, and as you share this close proximity with the man who claims you’re his betrothed, you realize your innate attraction to him, despite the circumstance. 

“So…” you lick your lips. “What now?”

“Now, little sweet, I take you back to my Kingdom.”

“You mean Hell.”

He grins, and you once again get a view of those sharp teeth. You wonder what they’ll feel like against your skin, and the thought has your body tingling with lust and shame. 

“What if I don’t go with you.”

“Like I said, I’m awfully convincing, but on this one, you don’t have a choice.” He lets out a sigh, playing with a strand of your hair. “There are many religions in this world, little sweet, and in many of them, the King of Hell gets his Persephone. Although, in this case, you have no Demeter to protect you. The witch who promised you to me is long since dead, and your family line got muddled and convoluted in the hopes that it would hide you from me. Unfortunately for them, I’m here to collect, and there’s no one in the world who can stop me.”

“But, I mean-” you search for any way to get out of this. “I have a job-”

“Yeah? Tell me about this job.” 

You can’t believe he’s humouring you, a slight appearance of interest appearing in his features. “I’m a full time baby sitter, an au pair,  the girls are expecting me-”

Seungcheol lets out a low growl from deep in his chest. “So you’re good with children.”

Your mind goes back to what he’d said not minutes ago: ‘A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of Heaven or Hell.’

Of course the King of Hell has an impreg kink and is turned on by your job as a nanny. 

“I can’t go with you,” you insist.

His hand wraps around your throat, thumb teasing your jaw. “It’s not your choice.”

His eyes flare a fiery red colour, and it feels as if the air is sucked out of your lungs. Your hair ruffles, as if you’re in a wind tunnel, and a moment later, you’re no longer standing in your kitchen.

Seungcheol releases your neck, gesturing to the room you’re now in. “This is your new home,” he announces, giving you a moment to take in the black marble floors, scarce furniture, and large bed in the center of the space. There’s a floor to ceiling window that encompasses a whole wall, and through it, you see what can only be decribed as a literal Hellscape. 

You can’t help it, you approach the window, mind going blank as you stare out at the fire fields. 

Seungcheol is silent as he comes up behind you, pressing two hands to the windowed wall and blocking you in with your back to his chest. You can feel his breath along your throat. “Welcome to Hell, sweet thing. This is all yours now, although, I doubt I’ll let you leave this room too often, not until I know I can trust you.”

It’s funny to hear Satan talking about his ability to trust you- a girl who’s done her best to be good her whole life. 

Seungcheol’s lips brush by your ear. “Should we get started, then?”

“Started on what?”

“You know what.” He presses a shockingly soft kiss to your throat, nose nuzzling by your jaw.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I’ll be honest with you, little one, I’m not a nice man. But… I’ll be good to you, if you’re good for me.” One of his hands slips down from the window to grab at your hip, tugging your back flush to his chest. “The way you were good for Mingyu and Wonwoo in your dreams last night.” 

The names mean nothing to you, as the men in your wet dream had never given them, although, they must be the incubi he was talking about earlier. The fact that Seungcheol knows about your sinful nightly escapades with two other demons has you feeling shy, your skin heating at his words.

“Even so, demons need consent to enter human bodies,” the King of Hell explains. “Which means, if you withdraw your consent, I’ll be forced to stop. Although… something tells me you’ll consent.”

His hand glides from your hip to your exposed abdomen, and he teases you on what path he’s going to take- up to your breasts, or down to your aching core.

“What…” you swallow back a moan, “What makes you so sure?”

“I can smell your arousal, sweet girl, and there are signs I can see too.” His hand smooths up to your breast, and he squeezes your sensitive flesh, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. “I think you’re well aware that I’m going to fuck you, in a way you’ve never even dreamed of being fucked before.”

Your breath catches, and you bite at your lower lip to stop a whimper from slipping out of you. Your back arches, pushing your chest more into his large palm.

Seungcheol grins against your throat. “I can see how much you want this, little sweet. Do you want to see how much I want you?”

He grinds his front against your ass, and you can feel his hard cock- fuck, he feels big. You shiver at the realization that your betrothed is packing, and Seungcheol laughs at your reaction.

“Tell me you want this,” he commands.

“I-” You bite your tongue.

His hand wraps around your throat, lips moving to your ear. “Tell me you want this.” 

“I want this,” you admit weakly. 

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol growls. His hand raises from you neck, fingers finding your jaw again. He prompts you to turn your head, meeting his gaze as he leans over your shoulder, looking down at you with a dark expression. 

You know what’s coming, and you can’t help yourself as he draws your lips to his own. Your eyes flutter shut, mind going blank as you enjoy the feeling of him. He’s warm, but you suppose you should expect that from the King of Hell. 

The kiss deepens all too quickly, and you find yourself turning in his embrace, grabbing at his broad shoulders to pull him even closer. 

Seungcheol lets out a growl when your breasts press against his chest, and he leans down, grabbing at the back of your thighs so he can lift you off the marble floor. He presses you back against the window, tongue tasting your own and dominating you as he kisses you like a man who’s waited a hundred years for this- or, strike that, a man who’s waited three hundred years. 

There’s a rage in the way he kisses you, rage in the fact that he was forced to wait so long, but behind the rage is something like desperation. His fingers dig into your thighs, his mouth unrelenting against your own.

You’re not sure how long the kiss lasts, but soon, he’s carrying you to the bed. He sets you onto the lavish mattress, tearing at your clothes until you’re naked before him. He towers over you, staring down at your body while you catch your breath.

“Beautiful,” he muses, reaching down to massage your breast, which sends sparks of delight through your entire form. “You were made for me. My sweet. My little queen. My lost witch.”

When he says it like this, something about it feels right. 

Something about him feels right, as if your soul has accepted him, even after such a short amount of time. 

Then, in the most shocking twist of events, the King of Hell himself gets onto his knees for you. “Come here, my sweet,” Seungcheol says softly, grabbing at your thighs to tug you down the silk sheets toward his face. “It’s time for me to have a taste.” 

He leans toward your core, taking in a lewd breath before letting it fan across your skin. Your core throbs at the proximity. Seungcheol grins at your reaction, tongue moving to prod his own fang- which is when you realize, his tongue is like his cock: monstrous. 

You suck in a choked gasp, eyes widening. You’d thought he was going easy on you by giving you his mouth first, come to find out his tongue alone is probably as large as most men’s cocks- this must be a Devil thing, but before you can think too hard about it, Seungcheol is licking your slit and your mind goes silent.

A whimper escapes you, your back arching, core pushing closer to his face. Seungcheol lets out a small chuckle, his large hands finding your abdomen to pin you in place. “Stay still and take it, pretty girl,” he warns. “Or there will be… consequences.”

He licks at you again, flicking your clit with as skilled a tongue as you’ve ever had. Your pussy is already throbbing with need, and it takes everything inside of you not to buck toward his face again.

You can feel him watching you when you throw your head back, whimpering at the way he circles your clit. Then he drags his tongue down, dipping it into your wet heat. Your body tenses at the intrusion, mind short cirucuiting as inch after inch of tongue invades you, licking at your walls while Seungcheol groans at your taste.

Fuck- a five inch tongue is definitely a demon thing, but you can’t bring yourself to hate it as he begins to literally tongue fuck you stupid. 

Not only does Cheol have the largest tongue you’ve experienced, and a willingness to use it, he’s got an eagerness in the way he eats you out. It’s as if he’s trying to devour you, holding nothing back as he growls and groans his way through working you up to your orgasm. 

The feeling bubbling in the pit of your stomach is hot and all consuming, your muscles tensing with effort as you get closer and closer to your peak.

“Fuck- Cheol-” you whimper, unable to hold it in any longer as your hips push toward his face, one of your hands moving down to grab at his hair-

It’s as if hot, invisible handcuffs wrap around your wrists, tugging them up and over your head, pinning you to the bed while you squirm with confusion and lust.

“What did I say about consequences if you didn’t behave yourself?” Seungcheol asks, pulling away from your core and licking his wet lips with that tongue of his.

“I-” you push at the invisible binds on your wrists. “I’m sorry- I was just so close-”

“So close that you lost your manners?” He taps his fingers along your abdomen. “That’s not very queenly of you, my sweet.”

“I’m sorry-” you say again, tears begin to form in your eyes as you feel your orgasm dissipating. “Please-”

“Please, what?”

“Your tongue- I was so close-”

“Do you really deserve it?”

“Yes!”

“You’ll be good for me?”

“Of course, I’ll be so good-”

“If you’re not good for me,” he warns, “you don’t get to cum, remember that.”

“Yes, okay, I understand-” you fight the urge to thrash in his embrace, and it feels like forever that he assesses you before finally bringing his face between your thighs again.

Just as his tongue is about to lap at your pussy, he stops. “Actually, I want to hear you beg for this. Beg for me to let you cum.”

You’re practically delirious, muscles still tight in preparation for your orgasm, and you’ll do anything he says right now. “Please, please, Sir- please let me cum!”

Seungcheol lets out a satisfied growl. “Sir, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “I’ll take that for now, but pretty soon, you’ll be calling me daddy.”

You whimper at his words, core dripping with spit and arousal. “Please-”

He buries his face in your pussy again, holding nothing back. His hands move down to your thighs, squeezing and adding a slight pain that has your entire body tingling. Gasps escape you, escalating in pitch as he drags you closer and closer to your orgasm again-

“Cumming,” you whisper, as the most intense orgasm of your life slams into you.

You do your best not to thrash around, but as Seungcheol obscenely tongue fucks you through your high, it’s the most you can do to stay as still as possible. You push up against the invisible binds on your wrists, gasping and whimpering-

“Fuck, my clit- it’s too sensitive-” you try to tell him, only for Seungcheol to focus more on the sensitive bud.

Your toes curl, a strangled sob escaping you at the stimulus. All you can do is lay there and take the pleasure he’s giving you- you’d thought he was being nice when he’d decided to eat you out, but you see now that maybe there was a bit of sadism in it. He’s clearly enjoying making you cum so hard that you’re beginning to cry, your muscles screaming at you from how tense you are-

“Please, please, please-” 

With one final flick at your clit that has you letting out a high pitched squeal, Seungcheol pulls away from your pussy. He blows hot air on your core and you twitch, thighs closing, body shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“Look at you, crying and I haven’t even given you my cock yet,” Seungcheol muses, standing up and staring down at your body. 

He pulls off his shirt, and even through your tears, you take a good look at his chiseled form. 

Fuck, he’s even more gorgeous with his skin showing. His shoulders are broad, arms all beefy and strong- he’s an absolute unit, but you guess you shouldn’t have expected anything less from the King of Hell. 

Then he goes for his pants, pushing them down to reveal the largest cock you’ve ever seen in person.

Your mouth begins to water, fuzzy mind trying to figure out just how many inches this man is about to bury into your wet, twitching pussy.

“Think you can take it, pretty girl?” he asks, wrapping a hand around the base and pumping his hard length.

“Something tells me you’ll make it fit,” you whisper, your core throbbing at the idea.

Seungcheol grins. “We just met, and you already know me so well. Guess that’s part of the whole destined to be together thing. Makes shit easier.”

Instead of getting on top of you, Seungcheol tugs you closer to the foot of the mattress, then, with one twitch of his fingers, the entire bed raises, positioning you exactly where he needs you to be in order for him to fuck you while standing up.

He grabs at your breast, teasing your nipple while you mewl. Your own hand reaches out for his cock, and he allows you to grab him. You wipe your thumb across the angry red tip, smearing precum along his shaft to add lubrication, making it easier to pump his cock slowly while he continues to tease your nipples. 

His hand begins to decend, and he teases two fingers along your pussy lips. “I guess I can be nice and stretch you out,” he sighs, slipping the digits into your core. 

It’s a kindness you’re not sure you expected from him, and it prompts you to squeeze his cock tighter in your palm while he begins to finger fuck you open, scissoring his digits and testing your inner walls. 

“I can’t fucking wait to ruin your perfect little pussy,” Seungcheol groans, fucking you even harder. “You’re squeezing my fingers so fucking well, gonna be a good girl and squeeze my cock even better.”

“Yes, Sir,” you whimper, abdominal muscles tensing as he begins to stroke your gspot. 

“Should I give you one more before I give you my cock?” Seungcheol asks, thumb finding your clit and making you cry out. “You’re already wet, baby, but I want you dripping when I finally fuck you stupid.”

You pump is cock faster as he pistons his fingers into your gspot, his thumb unrelenting on your sensitive bud. He works you up to another orgasm with deadly precision, your entire body tensing with pleasure before falling over the edge.

“That’s it,” Seungcheol growls, fingers fucking you through your high. “That’s a good girl, squirting all over my fucking hand-”

No man has ever made you squirt before, and the feeling is intense. You’re gasping, crying from how good it feels, like an overwhelming sense of relief washing over you, a warmth spreading out from your core.

The sound of your squirt is obscene too, gushy, spongy noises filling the room with each pump of Seungcheol’s fingers.

“Sir,” you whimper, “need your cock-”

“Yeah? Is my good girl finally ready to please her King?”

You can only nod, letting go of his cock in favor of grabbing the sheets, needing an anchor for what’s about to come next.

“You know what this means, right?” Seungcheol asks, teasing his tip along your wet pussy lips. “You know I’m going to cum so fucking deep inside of you that you’re going to be dripping for days.”

You nod again, whimpering at the idea.

“You want to be bred though, don’t you, pretty girl? You’re practically begging for it now. What happened to the girl who threw juice at me this morning? All it took was a little cock and you’re dick whipped for you King.”

“All it took was a big cock,” you correct him, skin flushing at the words that have just slipped out of him.

Seungcheol laughs, his canines sparkling in the low light of the room. “Biggest cock you’ve ever had,” he agrees. “Biggest cock you ever will have. After this, you’re mine. Completely. Body and soul.” 

In past relationships, you’ve toyed with the idea of forever. It’s been a thought that strikes fear in your heart, but for some reason, looking up at the King of Hell, forever doesn’t scare you anymore.

Something tells you he’s going to take care of you, in a way no one ever has.

It’s clear he’s very protective over you. He believes in soulmates, in destiny, in prophecy- you’re his perfect match, and he’s fully bought into that idea… maybe you’ll buy into it someday too.

“I’m yours,” you agree finally, staring up at the beautiful devil.

He bends over you, pressing his lips to your own. With one hand, he cups your cheek, keeping you close, and with the other, he guides his cock to your pussy again, slowly pushing in.

You gasp against his mouth at the immediate stretch of his cockhead in your tight core, your hands flying to his shoulders.

“I know,” he coos, “I know, but it will feel good in a second, I promise.”

You’re happy he made you squirt, because the wetness coating your pussy makes it easy for him to slowly slide inch after inch into your core. He thrusts shallowly, and the movement helps your body become adjusted to his massive size.

You’re shocked at how big he is- it was one thing to see it, and another thing entirely to feel him- to feel the vein running along the underside of his cock while it drags against your sensitive walls.

Seungcheol’s mouth is hot against your own, his tongue seemingly back to a normal size as he licks at your lips. You think he must be trying to distract you from the intense feeling of being stretched out on his cock, and it’s another kindness you’d never expected from him.

When he’s fully sheathed in your core, you both let out groans of pleasure. 

The King of Hell straightens again, looking down at you while his hands graze your form. “Ready, sweet girl?”

You nod, licking your lips. “Yes, please.”

He grabs your hips, holding you steady so he can begin to rut into you.

Your view of him is insane. How is his body so perfect? He’s chiseled in the best of ways, his chest looks downright biteable, his biceps bulging as he holds you down, his abdominal muscles clenching with each thrust-

You’re absolutely delirious for him, your own hands finding your chest to tease your nipples.

Seungcheol’s gaze shifts to where you’re touching yourself, and a smirk appears on his face. “Fuck, baby, that good, huh?”

You can only nod and let out a needy mewling sound, pinching at your nipples and making your back arch while he rails your pussy.

Each drag of his cock along your sensitive inner walls has you seeing stars, and when his hand flattens over your abdomen, you nearly loose it.

“This is how deep I am,” he tells you. “Bet having-” he groans, “Bet having your guts rearranged by the King of Hell wasn’t on your bingo card this year, was it, little love?”

“No, sir,” you shake your head, whimpering at the feeling of pressure on your stomach from his hand. God- why does this feel so good? You can feel him everywhere, he’s all consuming, and that familiar feeling of an oncoming orgasm is building yet again.

“I can feel you tensing up,” Seungcheol notes with a laugh, his thumb moving down to find your clit. “Gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you mewl, the title feeling more than natural on your lips.

Seungcheol’s grip on your hip tightens at the word, his thumb applying more pressure to your clit while he fucks you even harder, impaling you on his massive cock with each rough thrust.

“Beg for daddy to let you cum.”

“Please- please, daddy, fuck- I wanna cum so bad, wanna make you feel good-”

“I’m not cumming with you, not yet,” he warns. “As much as I love this position, there’s only one way I want you when I’m filling you with my seed, and that’s on your hands and knees, face buried in the pillows, crying like my good little whore.”

His words have your pussy fluttering around his cock, and it makes his grin widen.

“You like that, huh? Like the idea of being my perfect little cock slut?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Made for me,” he grunts, pinching your clit and making you cry out. “You were fucking made for me. Cum on my cock, baby, show me you deserve it.”

You can’t even fight the command, your body short circuiting, muscles clenching as you follow through with what he wants. Your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks, pussy clamping down on Seungcheol’s large cock.

He doesn’t stop, he only fucks you harder as you squeal and thrash against the bed- when you reach out to grab his arms, the invisible binds appear again, pinning your hands above you.

Seungcheol laughs, but there’s a groan in the sound too, and you know you’re probably squeezing him like a fucking vice. 

“Good girl,” he growls, and it only makes your pussy flutter harder.

The squelching sound returns, and you can’t even find it within yourself to be shy about the way your body is reacting to him, you’re too overwhelmed by the euphoria surging through your being to think cohesively.

“You’re crying again,” Seungcheol notes. “How cute.” His pace slows, and suddenly he’s grabbing at your jaw, hauling you into a sitting position, your face just inches from his own. 

His eyes are dark as he looks at you, then his long tongue is lolling out of his mouth, licking away your tears while you struggle and shiver, his cock buried so deep inside of you that you think you might faint.

“Tell me you’re ready for me to breed you,” Seungcheol growls.

“I’m ready for you to breed me,” you say meekly, core throbbing again at the idea.

The King of Hell presses his lips against your own, kissing your breath away while you claw at his shoulders. Then, as suddenly as he’d kissed you, he pulls away, cock slipping from your core and making you whine. 

“Onto all fours,” he instructs.

The bed slowly lowers to an acceptable height while you fumble on shaky legs to get into doggy position. 

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol praises you, the bed dipping as he joins you on his knees behind you. His large hands find your body, skimming along your sides.

Then he grabs the back of your neck, shoving your face down into the mattress. 

“Part of me wants to thank you for making this so easy,” he says. “But another part of me thinks you should be the one thanking me for giving you the opportunity to carry the children of the King of Hell.”

“Thank you,” you murmur.

Seungcheol scoffs. “You can thank me when my cum is dripping out of your used hole and you’re still begging for more.”

He slams his cock back into you, and a cry escapes your lips. God, in this position, he feels even deeper- if that’s possible.

Your toes curl at the sensation, and with every rough thrust, his balls clap against your clit, making you dizzy with pleasure.

His grip on the back of your neck increases, skilled fingers finding the arteries that flow to your brain- soon, you’re not only dizzy with pleasure, but dizzy from air being restricted too. It’s a beautiful, tingling feeling, and it has you clawing at the bed, arching your back as you moan like a desperate whore for him. 

You feel something on your clit, but both of Seungcheol’s hands are still occupied, one on your hip, one on your neck-

That’s when you realize that whatever invisible magic grip he’d used to pin you to the bed, he can use to pleasure you too-

Now, you truly feel him everywhere. 

“Fuck, fuck-” you struggle against the mattress, another orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

“That’s it, take it.” 

“Are you close?” you ask, and from the silence that you’re met with, you’re pretty sure you’ve caught him off guard. “Please tell me you’re close- I want to be full so bad, want you to breed me, Cheol- please-”

He sucks in a shaky breath, gripping your hip so hard that you’re pretty sure you’re going to bruise. His hand moves away from your neck in favour of grabbing both sides of your waist. He roughly pulls your ass back to meet each hard thrust.

“Keep begging.” 

“Please, daddy, please- fuck, this is what you wanted me for, right? This is what I owe you? Then give it to me- give me everything, breed me-”

“Cum for me first,” Seungcheol commands. “Cum on my cock so I know you deserve it.”

The magic on your clit suddenly feels like a harsh vibration, and it’s enough to tip you over the edge. You grab at the bed sheets, letting out a primal sound of pleasure as your core clamps down on Seungcheol’s length for a second time.

He lets out his own groan, and a moment later you feel his cum shooting deep inside of you, filling you up in ways you never even imagined possible.

He fucks you through your highs, his grip unwavering on your hips. It feels amazing to be used like this, to feel rope upon rope of Seungcheol’s seed invading you and coating your walls.

And the sounds he’s making- rough grunts and groans- you’ve never heard anything like it. You’ve never been this head over heals for someone before, and the notion shocks you.

Maybe you really were meant for each other- it’s hard to say what’s real as you sacrifice yourself to be his little cum dump, taking every last drop until he stills behind you, cock still buried to the hilt.

He’s breathing heavily, his gasps teasing your back. 

Neither of you say anything for a solid minute.

One of his hands leaves your hip, trailing along your spine. “Good girl.” 

You can only whimper in response. 

“I will admit, I’m still disappointed you’re not adept in the art of witchcraft, although, that’s hardly your own fault.” What a topic change. “I’ll find you someone to teach you, you’ll have lots of time to devote to the craft.”

His palm flattens against the small of your back, and he wordlessly prompts you to flatten onto your belly, pressing his own large chest against you like a blanket. His lips find your throat, and he peppers your skin in kisses. 

“Your days will be spent learning how to be a Queen, and your nights will be spent like this, with me.” His nose nuzzles by your cheek. “And tomorrow, I’ll make you my bride, officially.”

“Tomorrow?” you squeak. “Isn’t that a little… too soon?”

“I’ve waited three hundred years for you, little love. At this point, there’s no such thing as too soon.”

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Hell is no place to raise a child, and it’s not a place that is easily accessible to witches either- which is why, soon into your pregnancy, Seungcheol made it his mission to find you a safe haven on Earth that you could call home.

Nestled in a small valley, far from any towns or cities, Seungcheol crafted you a home. It’s a cottage, very different from the Hell palace you’d become accustomed to.

Your days are spent basking in the sunshine with your tutor, a witch of a strong family blood line who had long been acquainted with the King of Hell. Your teacher, a woman named Faeble, also acted as your midwife, ensuring your birth with your first child was as seamless as possible, with the aid of magic of course.

She tends to the wards, teaching you about the ways of the witches, and helps you raise your son- she’s become like the mother you never got to have, and your days are peaceful. 

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✿.｡Welcome to my blog! My name is Larissa, but feel free to call me Lari or Lady L, which is how you know me. I'm Brazilian 🇧🇷 and I was born on October 15th. English is not my first language. My pronouns are she/her and I am bisexual 💖💜💙. I am Libra ♎️ and INTP.

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⤷♡.+ disclaimer: some of my works may have nsfw content in addition to the yandere genre. if you are sensitive to these topics, I recommend not reading.

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‘‘Love you so bad, love you so bad, mold a pretty lie for you.’‘ ˚˖੭ Fake Love, BTS.

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⤷♡.+ BLACKPINK; 🖤

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➷ The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

⤷♡.+ The Vampire Diaries + The Originals; 🧛

⤷♡.+ House of the Dragon; 🐉

⤷♡.+ Game of Thrones; ❄️

⤷♡.+ The Sandman; ⌛

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⤷♡.+ Reign; 👑

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➷ The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2; ➷ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon | Yandere!ASOIAF/HOTD/GOT ❝You have always been an avid reader and your greatest passion was delving into the pages of "A Song of Ice and Fire" by George R.R. Martin. You knew every character, every twist and every detail of the Seven Kingdoms as if they were part of your own life. But what you never imagined is that an unexpected encounter with a mysterious antique book seller would change your life forever.❞ The Shadow of the Golden Dragon Masterlist

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➷ A Black Rose | Yandere!Ian Daerier ❝A cruel and narcissistic reaper falls in love with the woman he was supposed to take the life of.❞ Oneshot;

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helloooo cat ☺️☺️

Since there’s a small community of late bloomer baddies over here (myself included) I thought of a dilf! art AU thats been brewing in my head

Okay so imagine late bloomer reader (maybe like 23ish) who’s not had her first kiss , has no one interested in her, feels dejected and undesirable and very lonely all the time, sick of hearing useless advice, just needs to feel wanted and cared for.

Enter freshly divorced and retired dilf ! Art ,, who just wants to take care of someone, and here’s reader who will positively combust from any amount of attention he pays to her ,, and he just wants to take care of her ,,, and eliminate all her insecurity,,, and corrupt her into the perfect toy for him 🥰🥰🥰 (also I’m not good at writing sex stuff but imagine that there’s a lot of (mean/soft) dom art / sub reader dynamics -, and ropes/cuffs/ toys and the like)

But all that aside, it’s also a weirdly compatible and caring partnership between them ,, they both understand the feeling of being unwanted /second best ,, and art gets the chance of a fresh start , and reader gets a partner who makes her feel safe and wanted

Also u know that theory that if a person feels safe around someone they start getting sleepy around them,, maybe that’s how art figures out that reader feels safe w him,, and then it becomes their thing ,, he’s there to hold her after a long day or just because ,, to rub her back and braid her hair and cuddle her and tell her that he’s here and everything’s gonna be fine and affirm / reassure her UGH and she’s so overwhelmed and cries everytime from how good he is to her ,,,

Wow I’ve no idea what came over me while I was writing this but I hope cat and cat hive can match my freak 🙏

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Ouugghhh I needed this softness rn I’m upset and this is exactly what I yearn for </3

DILF era art 🩷🩷🩷 my beloved

Divorced and lonely bc he doesn’t get to see Lily as often as he’s used to. He’s happy to coparent, he knows that’s important for Lily, but he misses having a house that’s loud and lively all the time. It’s why he thinks he starts dating so quickly. He’s 31 and already crashed out in one marriage, in his career… he needs someone to devote himself to again.

He meets you somewhere so normal— maybe a bookstore where he was buying something to busy his time on a quiet weekend. You’re sitting in the little cafe reading and drinking a coffee, and he thinks you’re so pretty that he can’t help but introduce himself. He’s surprised when you’re surprised by his attention to you, how your eyes widen and you stammer all nervously when he talks to you.

You spend an hour talking about books, about movies you like and how bad the coffee is. The next week you meet to do the same thing. It goes on for a month before you realize that these are dates, that you’re actively pursuing this older man (not a decade older, but close to it). But maybe it makes sense in a way. You never got on with the guys your age, never understood the machinations of dating online and how not to come on too strong and how not to come off as uninterested. Art makes it easy. You’re both on the same page.

It’s a slow build. He kisses you for the first time at your car. He asks if he can, and when you nod he tilts your head up and presses his lips to yours— slow, soft. It’s nice, it’s comfortable. It makes you feel like the years of yearning for someone to sweep you off your feet and be all of your firsts was worth it.

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word count: ~8K

paring: Dragon Hybrid!Kirishima x Princess!Reader

warning(s): oral (reader receiving), outdoor shenanigans, dirty talk, hint of a size kink, but overall pretty vanilla. Also, mentions of chronic illness - nothing descriptive but it is in there!!

authors note: hello everyone! Here I am, finally posting on this new blog how exciting! This was a request/commission that my darling wife gracie (@/melodramaticmura) asked of me; as she really wanted a nibble of this Royal AU I have brewing in the background. May you enjoy the fantasy just as much as I did when I wrote it. 🔮

“Do you think we’re going to beat them?”

Your soft voice rang out in the small carriage you were currently riding in; seeing in the corner of your eye the way your travel companion rolled her eyes - her own soft, playful, scoff barely heard over the sound of the wheels hitting the rocks that were scattered along the used path.

“I suppose you would hope so, hm?” She teased, a familiar impish grin crossing her lips as she looked at you, “If they do, then they cheated.”

“Cheated?” You couldn't help but let a little laugh over such a childish accusation, eyes leaving their spot of gazing out the window briefly to fully look at your friend “Why would you accuse them of something so infantine?”

“Because it would be the truth! We started our journey two days before they did and we are on the fasted route to Edhellond. The only way they could have a chance to beat us is if they were to fly, which would be cheating. Though again, I suppose that is what you are hoping for.”

“What are you on about?” You groaned, watching as your friend shrugged her shoulders before looking out her own window.

“You’re wanting to see him again, the Southern Prince’s royal advisor, why else would your eyes be glued to the sky, if not to see if there’s a dragon.”

“You’re so full of it…” You smiled, foot kicking out to hit her leg; unable to help yourself in joining in on her harmonious giggles that filled the compartment at your actions.

It was almost the Autumn Equinox. And, as per traditions from long ago, the eastern Kingdom of Edhellond had extended their invitation to royalty and nobles from all over the land, yourself included, as they celebrated the harvest in their land.

It was a tradition all kingdoms held, as they wrought the fruit their land had provided to them. The North, Kingdom of Dorthonion, would have their celebration in the winter, to hold a solstice celebration in lieu of their harvest of their silver, lumber, and pelts of the animals they so tenderly took care of. The South did the same in the summer, the Kingdom of Deira would host a grand solstice party of their own over their spices and jewels, with grand displays of lights in the sky. Yourself, in the west, would celebrate in the spring for that was when the fruit within all of Amon Lanc would finally start to bloom; the Equinox commemoration would be filled with only the finest fruits - with your friend that sat before aiding the celebration efforts as her own kingdoms would follow in line with yours.

And now, it was time for autumn and Edhellond’s chance to shine.

Normally you, and your fellow traveling companion, would scarcely attend the festivity - as you would with most of the grand seasonal events - for the fall season was also a time of great harvest for your kingdoms; too much work was needed to be done to finish collecting all the crops of your lands and prepare for the winter ahead.

But this year things were a little different. With the raging war within the other lands finally coming to end, celebrations such as these were no longer on hold; as were all other royal customs and traditions. You and your fellow friend, another princess, had debuted shortly before the war broke out, halting the usual royal tour that would follow a debuting princess as they traveled across the different kingdoms. To mingle in the different courts and customs in hopes to gain a suitor and marriage proposal.

You were now on that tour, as a favour to your friend. To not only help her with the momentous task of gaining the affections, and thereby a marriage proposal, of one of the crown princes before the spring comes once more, but to help guide her and be a close companion that she would desperately need on the journey.

And you would not complain, nor turn down, such a favour for you had longed to go on tour, for traveling was in your blood; a favoured recreation. And though the pressures were not so high upon your own head, there were still present. And having her there would also ease your own burdens and stress of courtship and finding your own companion.

Furthermore, it only made sense to go to Edhellond and join in their fun, to enjoy the beauty of their land and sea for it was the next stop on the tour. As you already spent the entirety of the summer months in Deria, and participated in the Summer Solstice they hosted. It seemed only fitting, and proper, to attend this one.

And due to such a hold, from the politics and practices normally held, the other royal families thought the same.  From all over the land, the North, the West, and even now the South who had histories of finding such thing unworthy of their time, have now all decided to gather to join in on the festivities.

“It’s because they want a chance to court you~” you would coo and tease your friend as your slowly traveled east, always enjoying the way the tapestry princess would brush you off and claim otherwise - you knew different.

“Perhaps they want to see you, my darling dove.” She would snap back, though her tone never biting as she would smile up at you from her stitchwork; a task that always left you in awe as despite the bumpy road her work was always pristine.

The teasing would never cease throughout the journey, to lighten the mood and boredom you both faced as the carriage that held you both unhurriedly made its way to the desired destination. As reading poetry, delicately doing petite points, or looking in the sky in hopes to see a dragon could only do so much to lessen the underlying dread and anxiousness the journey to each kingdom would give.

Nonetheless, despite the agonizingly slow journey, you arrived in Edhellond. Being graciously welcomed by your hosts,  House Blumenthal, as they fawned over your arrival; with many maids and servants scurrying about to properly prepare all that you needed to enjoy the Equinox that was now only a week away.

They did the same, merely a few days later when the Southern Royalty, and your newfound companions, arrived. You couldn’t help but watch in amusement as many a person scampered about around them; causing Prince Bakugou ire.

As well, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you were finally caught by your friend. Telling her with counterfeit annoyance to “stop being such a child” when she nudged your side with a giggle.

It was not long after their arrival that the day of the festivity came to fruition; not long after their arrival that you were cooped up in your chambers for almost the entirety of the day to be appropriately done up by maids that you were not used to. 

You wished you could get ready with your friend as you normally did. Longing for her company and chatter, something that always eased any tension and nerves before such a large event. To properly thank, and admire her work while she was there, as you were dressed in a gown of striking red with cloth and jeweled leaves so carefully carved into your bodice and skirts in the most flattering of ways; with a beautiful crown-like headpiece to match. 

Your only solace was that she was in the room next to you, so close yet so far, and that she herself was begrudgingly going through the same motions. Unable to have you lace her up in a manner that she preferred, or to carefully place your crown upon her brow.

You didn’t even have a moment once you both emerged from your chambers to do so, wishing you could also fawn over the light orange and golden gown she so delicately wore, before being swept into the festivities. Being whisked from person to person to engage in idle chatting, courtesies and false decorum of court, and being swept away every now and then to partake in a dance with some wealthy lord or prince of a small kingdom.

Normally at events, and parties, such as these you were glued to your friend’s hip. Giggling and chatting throughout the night as you partook in the copious amounts of drink oft provided as you watched from afar the tribulations of many an unwitting person as they stumbled about trying to navigate all of it properly. Only engaging with other nobility when approached, or when members of your party would take either of your arms in theirs and force you to mingle.

Now you could only watch her from afar as she slowly made her way through the throughs of people wishing for a word, as many a lord took your hand to wish for a dance. You could feel your face start to ache, your rosy cheeks sore from all the polite smiles you forced yourself to give out of courtesy as you obliged all their requests; trying your hardest to stay engaged with their meager and boring chatter.

Your eyes could not help but wander after a while, towards where your friend was. Glancing every now and then to see which partner had currently held her verbally captive as you twirled about. Eyes becoming almost glued to her when you caught her conversing with the dragon lord, and advisor to the Deria’s crown Prince Bakugou, Kirishima; the man that she had been teasing you about throughout the journey to this kingdom.

What they were talking about you could not know, the prattle of everyone else around you far too loud to be able to hear, but your curiosity was undoubtedly peaked - especially at the small glances they passed your way, and your friend’s impish smiles. 

“What has your attention, pretty birdy, hmm?”

“S-sorry,” Your apology was almost breathless as your trance was broken away from the scene before you, shaking your head gently to rid yourself of the slight stupor you were in “I suppose it is rather rude of me to not pay attention to you, Keigo.”

“Well yes, but I suppose comfort is playing a factor,” Keigo smiled, twirling you away from the crowd so you could once again focus on him “You are forgiven, dear princess.”

“I would hope so.” You gave an airy chuckle, eyes still unable to meet his gaze; not due to embarrassment, but rather being unable to handle the soft look you knew his eyes were casting you. 

It was the same gaze that caused you to agree to the dance to begin with. His knowledge of you never being able to refuse him when he looked at you like that, especially for something so minute, was used against you. It always was, if you were honest, even when you both were young children. That despite your aching, sore, feet and your desire to know what your friend could possibly be chatting about with Lord Kirishima, you relented to those soft eyes.

You were just happy that there was an air of comfortability with him, an obvious one due to the familiar bond you shared, so you would not have to put on false airs. That decorum was now not a requirement and you could just simply relax for but a moment.

“Though I do wonder,” His voice rumbled, breaking over the almost silent shuffle of your feet “if some chatting nobles in a crowd are more important than a dance with me?”

“In this moment,” You lifted your head, eyes meeting his gaze for the first time since the dance began “it is.”

“Oh, pray tell?”

“The princess of Cashmerask, my friend as you know, is in that crowd and I wish to know what she is up to.”

“And you believe that seeing her, is more important than a dance with me? Your head knight whom you haven’t seen in almost a fortnight?”

“Keigo,” Your voice turned almost icy, a warning to him not to push further with his thoughts “I do not think I need to tell you why I believe it is. Nor, do I think you want me to.”

“No, your highness,” His tone matched yours as his eyes narrowed down onto you, “I think I do.”

“To put it simply, bonds formed by choice are more important than the ones formed by duty. My want, and thoughts, to see her take my interest away and thereby hold more importance to me than a simple dance with you. Bar none.”

You knew what you said was almost cruel, but you found your tongue acting in defense of your friend and overall desires before your mind could have a chance to stop it. And you were then not surprised when he abruptly halted your dance - not bothering to care that it had now caused a slight chain of reaction as other pairs bumped into you.

Keigo gave you a knowing look, one of anger mixed with almost a sense of hurt, before stomping off; pushing his way through the pairs of people now in his path due to his actions. You made a motion to go after, your feet taking a step towards the open and crooked line he had made before they faltered; a sound wafted over you and caused you to halt. 

It was your name. It was not spoken loudly but rang across the room like a ringing bell. When your eyes peered over to where in the room it came, you saw your closest friend; beckoning you towards her with a gentle motion of her hand. 

At that moment you were hesitant, in all ways. Your mind could not stop its racing for even a moment to give you a sense of clarity, a direction of which action to take. On whether or not you go and comfort your oldest friend, a man who has spent his whole life looking after you and your happiness, as you always had whenever you scabbled. Or to simply enjoy your night, to answer the delicate call of your other friend.

It only took a breath, when the murmurs of the people around you started to fill your ears, bringing you back into the reality of the moment that you made your decision.

And you decided to choose enjoyment.

You swiftly moved from where you stood, away from the throngs of people whispering about you, towards where your name had been called; towards the reached-out hand of your friend. The gentle squeeze she gave once your hand was in hers, along with the soft smile, was more than enough reassurance to know you made the right choice. 

Especially when that soft smile turned into one of playful mischievousness as she tucked your arm under hers and dragged you away towards the party of people she was currently engaged in conversation with.

The party in question, that stood waiting for your arrival and your friends’ return, was but only a few people. Of course, other lords and ladies smiled kindly when your feet finally stilled, but only two brightened as if awaiting you; proving they were the few that kept your friend company as you danced.

It was Neito Monoma, a prince of a smaller kingdom here in the Eastern land, idly chatting with the red-headed man who had been plaguing your thoughts these past few weeks. You had never met Prince Monoma, at least not recently enough to be in your memory, but you figured out all you needed to know about who he was when the pair of you walked up to him.

He stood with hands behind his back, shoulders squared and upright, in a manner similar to the lord he was chatting with. But unlike Kirishima who held a quiet grace in how he stood, held an aura of approachability, Monoma seemed to stand this way not out of formality but rather in a way of dominance bordering on pompusiouness. In an exaggeration of his view of being more important that the people around him. The smug smile he cast your way was more than enough proof to showcase what you thought.

You cast your friend a glance, eyes squinting slightly to emote your pity towards her for having to converse with the likes of Monoma for more than a single moment. She responded, eyebrows raising slightly to show her agreement, a gesture small enough that it went unnoticed before her usual polite smile came back into view as she greeted the small party.

“Ah, there you are!” Monoma greeted, bowing his body in greeting as he did so “I was wondering when you would come back. You took so long, I thought you might have run off!”

His laugh made you want to scowl, the forgery of genuineness within it almost too much for you to handle; but, as the lady you were, your smile never faltered as you bent your knees is a small curtsy towards the Prince.

“I do apologize for that, your highness, my sore feet were the cause of us taking our time to get back to you. I’m sure you can understand?”

“Well, as a matter of fact - !”

“Oh, I am sure you do, Prince Monoma. Plenty of women fawn at your feet for a chance at a waltz.” Your friend interjected, cutting off any chance the snobbish prince had of boasting further about himself - though new to you it was clear she had more than enough of it. “But, dancing is not why we are here, now is it?”

“No, it is not,” Monoma smiled, the flattery given to him a proper diversion from the rudeness of being interrupted “rather an invitation for a walk and chat within the palace gardens.”

“The gardens?” You uttered, your interest piqued over the chance to get away from the event.

“Yes, you see, I bumped into Lord Kirishima while on my way to try and find some air, you know how heavy rooms cause my head to ache. ” Your friend began, pulling you closer to her “And while we were figuring a solution, Prince Monoma here joined in and brought up the palace gardens; boating about how they were the most beautiful of all the 5 kingdoms. He so kindly offered to show me them, but of course, I could not just do so without you. After all, we spend many an afternoon enjoying the flora!”

She squeezed your arm, a giddy smile appearing across her lips as she recalled that sweet and shared pastime of yours out loud, before continuing on. “So, I asked if you could join us. If, of course, your feet would allow you the ability to do so.”

“Sore they are, but they never enough to stop me from such a lovely invitation.” You smiled, squeezing your friend’s arm in kind “How thoughtful of you to think of me.”

“Well, truly, Lord Kirishima is to thank for his aide in the matter.” Your friend directed your thanks towards him with a hand flourish “He so kindly was willing to offer his arm to you while I was conflicted about the matter. For I would have loved for you to take my arm, but Prince Monoma had already taken it.  And as we all know, it is rather improper for a lady to go unescorted.”

“Oh, is that so?” You uttered, eyes scanning across his form before returning to look at your friend; her giddy smile turned impish once again as she gave you a sly wink.

“Uh, yes, your highness” Kirishima stuttered out, stepping forward to extend his arm for you to take, an expectant and kind smile on his face. “If you will allow me.”

“Of course.” You nodded, hand finding the crook in his elbow to latch on to.

You watched as your friend did the same, casting one last glance towards you as she took the arm of her companion for the evening stroll; it was clear to you by the look in her eyes, and in the invitation as a whole, that she was willing to sacrifice her night in the company of a man that she despises just so you could have a moment alone with the man who you had grown quite fond of. It warmed your heart. With a deep breath, you nodded your head, gesturing to Monoma, and thereby Kirishima, to lead the way out of the grand hall and into the gardens. 

~

The gardens themselves were beautiful, the perfectly manicured hedges and flowerbeds proof of the care that was put in to maintain them; however, they were not as grand or spectacular as the haughty prince had promised. That gardens within your own kingdom would put to shame what you saw here. 

The only consolation you found were the glimpses you were able to catch of the ocean that slumbered nearby the castle. How their crashing waves soothed your soul as you took in breath after breath of the salty sea breeze - an old and constant comfort of yours that always brought your mind and heart ease as you partook in it.

“Do you like the water?” Kirishima asked, watching as you slowly opened your eyes to blink up at him.

You hadn’t even realized you closed them, averting your gaze away from him in slight embarrassment as you nodded your head; feeling heat rush to your face, flushing your cheeks.

“What about it do you like?” He prodded gently, wanting to hear your sweet and soft voice speak to him.

“It reminds me of my childhood.” You muttered, fingers twiddling nervously as they rested against his arm; eyes looking anywhere but him.

“How so? If you do not mind answering.” 

“Well it, um - ” You gently cleared your throat, the short amount of time of disuse had a stronger effect on you than you realized. “You see, though I was named because my parents thought I was a blessing from God, I had more than my fair share of struggles. A sickly child I was, bedridden most days. My family did all they could to try and help heal whatever ailment I came under. 

My father came up with a possible solution; a castle estate here in the Eastern land. It is nearby actually, a short boat ride from this harbor. I spent a lot of my childhood here, adolescents too, and it helped, oh gods did it help. When I was here I felt like I could breathe again, could move again, and enjoy life again. I suppose my reaction to the water’s breeze was more involuntary than anything; like greeting an old friend.”

You sighed, enjoying the salty breeze within your lungs once more before shyly looking up at your taller companion; his usual gentle gaze and smile made a similar one grace your lips.

“Though I suppose it sounds a little silly” You mumbled, your bashfulness getting the better of you as realized all that you said.

“Not silly at all,” Kirishima reassured, a hand coming down to rest atop of yours; engulfing it easily and passing along its warmth “I rather like when you ramble on about all your adventures. I think them, and you, are rather fascinating.”

“Y-you do?” You blinked up at him, making his smile widen.

“Yes, I do. If you would please indulge me further, I would love to hear more about your previous times here.”

“W-well, I would be happy to.” 

Focusing your gaze ahead you took a shaky breath before beginning again, telling stories about your first few times at the castle by the sea; how you had to adjust to the new climate, and of course avoid the water at all cost - you never did learn to swim even though you spent so much time by the shore. You recalled stories of boat rides to see the isles, of fishermen and their grand tales of how they survived the harshness of the sea, and of visitors that would come to see you and join in on your fun.

“The Princess of Cashmerask actually spent nearly a year with me here.”

“Really!?” Kirishima exclaimed, watching you closely as he hung onto every word you uttered, with a smile that widened with every story that passed your lips “For what reason?”

“Her head of course. She would be able to tell you much better what her condition is, for at times I am unclear about it. However what I do know is that she had it her whole life, and it plagued her worse than ever before, or since, when we were fifteen years old. My father offered her father a retreat here to see if it would help.

We spent that year together, slowly getting better. It was actually how we became so close, for we only had each other for company. We were practically forced to become friends. Of course, we did have our royal advisors - Lord Tamaki and Tomura - visit us on occasion. But that was it; not even our Head Knights could come, they were too focused on training. And of course, once Keigo focuses on something it is impossible for him to stray from it.”

“Ah yes, Lord Keigo…” Kirishima muttered, causing your ramble to halt as you look back up at him.

“Yes, what about him?”

“Well, I… noticed your little altercation earlier, while you were dancing.” Kirishima came to rest the casual pace he had begun, fully looking at you with earnest eyes “And I could not help but think it had something to do with me. Perhaps my conversation with your friend had caused a small rift between you two. Whatever it may be, I wish to sincerely apologize for it.” 

“Nothing to apologize for, Lord Kirishima -” 

“Please, while we are alone, call me Ejirou.” He whispered out, eyes closing when he heard you test his name on your tongue.

“Again, nothing to apologize for. Lord Keigo is a passionate man, always quick to jump from feeling to feeling; with jealousy being the worst contender for him. I certainly will not blame you, nor my closest friend, over something so trivial as that.”

You watched him sigh his relief, all the tension draining from his rigid shoulders and back, as he smiled down at you. Starting back up the peaceful jaunt you were having in the gardens, taking care to walk exceptionally slower over a stone bridge; allowing you the time to enjoy the beautiful pond it sat above.  

After a pace or two within the newfound silence, you could no longer quell the curiosity in your heart; allowing yourself to take advantage of the conversational door the man beside you had opened.

“May I ask what you two were speaking of?” You questioned, eyes still staring down at the crystalline waters.

“Speaking? Who?” Kirishima shook his head, confusion of your question clearly catching him off guard.

“The Princess and you,” you clarified “ I am merely asking out of curiosity. Though I could not hear over all those people, I was still able to see. And I could tell you were speaking about me simply by the way you both constantly gazed in my direction. So I ask, what was it?”

You watched him pause, the words that he wanted to say stuck on his tongue, as he tried to formulate a proper response. You couldn’t help but smile coyly to yourself as you saw the tips of his ears turn as bright of crimson as his hair; you finally got him into a position where he was bashful for once as you waited patiently.

“I cannot lie to you,” He finally muttered out, “especially not after you have been so honest with me.”

He gently removed your arm from his; unable to quell the nervousness he felt as he started to play with the nailbeds on his hands. It was clear to you he was worried that what he may utter next would disgust you, would possibly make you cross with him. And being the gentleman he always was, he allowed you to be able to get away from him if you so chose. 

You could not lie; it only made the curiosity within you burn even brighter; to have your heart beat faster and faster and you hung so tightly to the still air - awaiting for his next utterance of words.

“Her highness, your friend, we bumped into each other and started a conversation as one would naturally do. It was polite enough at first, but as it progressed more and more drink got involved… and well, it loosened our tongues.” He made a gesture with his hands, a shrug to accompany it, subconsciously trying to prove to you that it was a harmless course of action.

Which you knew, you could not be able to count the number of times you were in a similar situation; that the conversations with your friend would turn more risque as the night progressed, as your throats were continuously quenched with whatever ale was nearby.

“It turned scandalous, didn’t it?” You replied, your tone as mirthful as your smile as you gaze up at him.

“Y-yes, yes it did.” He gave a breathless chuckle and you could see some of the tension release from his shoulders as he held your gaze for a moment, before bashful looking away again.

“So, tell me! What was it?” You giggled, your body moving slightly to get back into his line of sight - a tactic to try and get him to continue, which worked.

“Dragons are known to hoard.” Kirishima stated a silent laugh raised his chest as he watched you crook a brow “That was what the topic turned into.”

“And….?”

“Well it started simple enough, she inquired about what kind of dragon hoards what. And truly there is no set dragon to a set hoard; it is all based on an individual’s wants and desires. She then asked of mine, what I would hoard.”

“And what did you say?” Your tone had gone down to a whisper, almost mimicking his as you gazed expectantly at him.

“I jokingly replied that I wished to hoard beautiful women, to try and make her laugh. But she ended up calling my bluff, telling me that there was only one beautiful woman I wished to hoard as she gazed out at the crowd.” His eyes finally met yours again, his tone barely above a whisper, “And when I followed her gaze, it landed on you.”

Honesty was filled within his gaze, one you could not deny nor claim that he was simply making jest at your expense. Nor could you deny there was something else held within his eyes, something dark that made your stomach flip in anticipation.

It was at this point that you realized how secluded you currently were. How alone you had both found yourselves deep within the palace gardens. How not a soul was nearby to hear your conversations, or to accidentally stumble upon you. How tall, and almost opposing he seemed to be, as he now loomed over you.

And it surprised you how unafraid you were.

“W-well, she does have a habit of just saying things to get a reaction out of people.” You stammered, taking a step back as his intense stare and presence made you feel timid “I-I am sure that this was -”

“It wasn’t.” Kirishima declared, closing the distance one again - effectively trapping you against a well-trimmed wall of shrubbery. “She somehow knew my desire for you, somehow could see it as plainly as day, and that is why she called my bluff.” 

‘And made this ploy.’ you whispered in your own mind, your own tongue feeling like sand as it stayed heavy within your mouth; not being able to utter a word as his arms came to rest on either side of your head. Caging you, and forcing you to look at his honest and passionate gaze.

“And I cannot help but think,” His voice barely a murmur but it rang loudly in your head “that perhaps I am right in my assumptions that you feel the same.”

His head lowered, nose brushing against yours, as his eyes scanned your face for any form of discomfort; for any sign you may give to have him stop. But how could you? How could you tell him to back away, to allow you to scamper off when this was all you ever wanted? 

Ever since you were a little girl you read of romances in stories and poems and all you wished for was to have a grand romance like the ones written in ink. To have a man tell you he wanted you. And now here you were with the one man who had been the catalyst of all your daydreaming since you met him, been the focus of your affections and fondness - no matter how frustrating - for months now.

How could you turn him away?

Despite the rapid beating of your heart, the nervousness that bedded itself deep within your soul and caused your breath and being to falter; the timidness within you, that has always been a part of your and claimed your demeanor, made your tongue lead and left you speechless. But despite it all, you still found yourself brave enough to look in his eyes, to ignore their intensity, unable to bring yourself to break it.

“Can I…” His whisper tickled your skin, as his lips barely brushed your own “Can I have the chance to make true of my claims? To hoard you away?”

You finally broke his gaze, for a moment, unable to help yourself to look at the lips you wanted to have pressed against yours, to have your passion known to him. Once you did, he did not hesitate to act on your silent request; his lips finally collided with yours in a kiss that set your body aflame, allowing your eyes to finally close and indulge in the fervid kiss.

His lips felt almost chapped as they continued to push against yours languidly. You could only assume the unhurried motions were an attempt to keep you against him, to not be scared off by his passion. You felt his hands delicately cup the sides of your face, gently his thumbs caressed your cheekbones in a soothing manner; sweet and calming, a far cry from how yours balled so tightly to the fabric of his collar that your knuckles were turning white.

You wanted him closer, wanted to feel all he had to offer; and though you appreciated he was being a gentleman, right now you didn’t want one. Right now, you simply wanted the beast you knew that lurked beneath the surface.

His lips pressed harder against yours, fueled by your arms that wound their way around his neck; fingers nestling within his thick crimson hair. His gentle hold of your face turned a little rough as he tilted your head up to better meet his kiss; rendering you more under his control - not that you minded in the slightest.

Your lungs were burning, begging for air that you refused to give, too enraptured by your kiss with him. Perhaps you were worried that if you were to part first it would be a sign to Kirishima that you wanted to end the ardent embrace; something furthest from the truth. You ignored the pain, focused on your fevered kisses, waiting for him to break first.

After a moment, though it felt more like an eternity, he did; gently holding your face away from his as he allowed you both to catch your breath. You could feel the warmth of his panting against your lips; you wanted to lunge forward to kiss him again but his hold made it impossible to do so.

“Please, don’t stop.” You whispered, hand tugging his hair gently to showcase your urgency “I want more, please don’t stop now Eijirou.”

“We can’t, my princess, not here.” He whispered back in kind, nose nudging gently against your own “This is no place for a woman, such as yourself, to be taken and defiled here.”

“Who says I am being defiled?” You countered, “To be defiled means I would not want this, and that is furthest from the truth. And besides, look around. No one can stumble upon us here in this labyrinth of flora, not unless we hear it first.”

You watched as his head ducked away, clearly debating between your words - your wants and needs - and propriety; an act he held most highly in his esteem. His hold on you slackened, allowing you to tip up and place a gentle kiss upon his lips.

“Please, Eijirou. I want nothing more at this moment than you. Allow me to indulge in you, and you the same.”

Your pleading words swirled in Kirishima’s mind, you could see for yourself the conflict he was battling by the way his eyes bore into yours. The way they swirled; the way the bright crimson of good within him tried to overtake the blackened lust that was overtaking it. The battle was won when his eyes turned dark and he attacked your lips once more, with a small growl of frustration.

You feel like you’re suffocating once more, but like then you could not bring yourself to care. Your hands took hold of his face, pulling him closer as you pleased, as you took his place in dominating the kiss. You could tell Kirishima did not mind, as you could feel his hands wander. Gently they caress your skin, pinching at your hips, and groping at the mounds on your chest.

You mewled at the new sensations, never before had a hand so large and warm touched you in such a way; it was euphoric and all-consuming as you tried to stay afloat in it all. His tongue entered your mouth when you mewled once more. The dominant caressing he did against your tongue added to the overwhelming euphoria you are experiencing.

You tugged at his hair, unable to stop yourself from ending this kiss, and cried out when he groped your chest harder; pinching at your now perked buds. Your departure from the kiss did not deter Kirishima, nor stop him from continuing his lust-filled actions, as he simply started trailing his lips and kisses down your neck and chest. Tugging the front of your bodice down to expose you to the cool night’s air.

“By the gods, you are so beautiful.” He pants out between his tugging on your dress and the soft kisses he litters along your collar bone “No fairer a maiden…”

Before you could counter, to muster the words that would tell him otherwise or shield away his view, he began his attack on your chest. The nipping of his sharp teeth against your delicate, sensitive skin, caused you to cry out almost painfully at the new sensations but the way you rubbed your thighs together and clung to his hair was proof you enjoyed his deliciously rough treatment.

You begged for more, loudly through the open air, trying desperately to cling to him; to feel him closer to you, not wanting him to disappear and end this moment of sin. And Kirishima was more than willing to oblige your sinful request, for he could not lie and say images of you like this did not plague his dreams. And he would dare not deny himself the one chance he may have to have all of you like this; to consume you in the beastly manner he dreamed.

He hastily pulled at your skirts, pulling them up as he lowered himself to the ground; crouching as he kissed at the newly exposed skin of your stomach, too focused on your soft skin to care about how the dirt was ruining the knees of his trousers.

“Be a good girl for me,” He whispered against your hip, hands holding the expensive fabric against your waist “And keep your skirts here, they will be in the way.”

You nod your head, hands coming down to replace his to hold your skirts in place; your breathing faltered when you look down at him, seeing just how close he was to your more private and sensitive area. Your voice hitched, no words being able to form as he gently took hold of your leg, hand gently caressing your thigh, as he placed it on his shoulder. The other leg followed, and the lack of balance startled a squeak out of you as you leaned back against the flora behind you.

“P-put one down!” You asked, tone still wavering with the uncertainty of your predicament “I’m going to fall!”

“You will not fall, I wouldn’t let that happen.” You felt his chuckle against your inner thigh, the grazing of his lips made you feel dizzy, “As you know, dragon borns are strong, able to lift the heaviest of trees with ease. And you….” 

You felt his lips place small kisses up your inner thigh; slowly and deliberately. Your muscles jumped, involuntarily, as he made his way up, further and further, until he reached your panties. There he placed a lingering kiss in the center, where a small patch of wetness formed, before looking up at you “Are the furthest thing from being heavy.”

Kirishima gave you no chance to reply, or even think of a retort before he hooked your panties to the side and gave a similar lingering kiss to your bare cunt before he trailed his tongue up the entirety of your folds; tongue flicking delicately before departing. The deep moan he gave made blood rush to your face and ears, legs instinctively knowing to wrap around his shoulders to keep him securely there.

He repeats the motion, over and over, not relenting or allowing you another chance of reprieve once he got a taste of you. His tongue licked its way up and down, sometimes slowly to allow you to feel every groove that was on the muscle, to tease you and make you whimper for more. Other times quickly, being so enraptured by your taste that he could not stop himself from eagerly lapping at the juices that wept out of you; moaning in delight.

It was that moaning, the vibrations it sent right through to your soul, as you tried your best to hold on; to the skirts around your waist and to the mortal plane as you slowly ascended towards a heavenly release. Crying out his name, and begging him to keep going. 

His words were sinful too, as they were whispered against your leaking cunt. Telling you things that would make you whine, as you would look away.

“Ah, ah, keep your eyes on me. Or else I’ll stop.” He would coo, tongue flicking at your clit swiftly, it always took you great effort to follow his instruction but the reward was always so sweet “There’s a good girl, so so good for me. You want me to keep eating this pretty pussy, don’t you?”

He wouldn’t continue until you said yes, a task made difficult by how brainless you felt, how overcome by desire and need he made you feel. But once you did, once you whimpered out a pitiful ‘yes’, he would reward you by sucking gently at your bundle of nerves. You could feel the pierce of his nails in your hips as he held you exactly how you wanted, your grip tightening whenever you tried to squirm away from his assault.

You would be embarrassed, especially at the position you were in with your skirts falling haphazardly around you and the man crouching on the ground between your legs; the slurping sounds accompanied by both your moans would give a passerby no doubt of what salacious acts were unfolding. But you couldn’t even bring yourself into the realm of care or reason, of decorum on propriety, not with the magic he was inflicting upon you.

He was ravenous, that was the only way you could describe it. Ravenous to eat you whole and hear you cry out his name. And you felt yourself being hurdled towards euphoria you had never known before, one that was powerful and made you shudder in fear and delight of what may come.

Your powerful release comes far sooner than you thought. 

Kirishima forced his tongue into your twitching hole, slowly pumping into you and groaning a the tightness he felt; unable to help himself from pulling you closer, compromising the precarious potion you were in when he felt you clamp down on him. He knew you were close, that you were touching the edges of heaven, and he wanted you to experience it. 

“Come on, that’s it, princess, let go. Let go for me, want to see you when you cum, come on” His words were muffled, but you could clearly hear him, as his thumb hastily circled your clit.

It was what sent you over the edge, allowing your back to arch and your eyes to shut as you tried to withstand the waves of pleasure that seared through you. Your mind and body seemed to shatter as your vision behind your eyes blurred white as you tensed in his hold.

“Yeah, that’s it. Use my face, good girl.” Kirishima groaned, though you could barely hear him as you rode the waves of your high, lapping at your release like a man starved; he only stopped when he heard your whines and felt your hips try to move away from him; too overstimulated and wanting a moment of reprieve.

He allowed you just that; gently placing your panties back and slowly uncrossing your legs from around his back, to gingerly place them on the ground below you. Being observant of how your legs wobbled, keeping hold of you until they stood more strongly on their own; allowing him to slowly stand once more and granting your skirts the freedom to descend gracefully around your frame once more.

He took the red pocket square that sat so neatly in his jacket to clean his now soiled face, taking his own moment to catch his breath and come back to reality, before placing it in his coat pocket. He delicately took your arms, with a smile, and looped them back around his own; tucking you into his side like before. 

“Think we’ve been gone long enough, we should get back before people get suspicious.” He whispered, slowly guiding you back the way you came, as you hum contently.

“Yes, I think my friend wants to rid herself of Prince Monoma by now.” You giggle, still a little breathless from your exhausting little tryst “Perhaps we’ll have another moment like this soon.”

“Soon? Do you really think that we are going back to the party? That what we did was all for tonight?” Kirishima asked, his tone devious as he smiled down at you; his sharp teeth giving the illusion of danger.

“I-I am not sure…?” You mumbled out, shrinking a little at his piercing and dark gaze; you could not help but feel like prey stuck in a trap. “We’re not?”

“No, my pretty bird, you asked me to ravage you; pleaded with me to do so. And I intended to make true of my word.”

may our fates cross again

[sitp-recs]

Hi Liv🥰

Do you know of any fics which involve Draco or Harry being involved in esoterics/spiritual stuff? Like crystals, tarot cards, astrology etc🔮🌌

Thank you & i hope you have a lovely day dear!!💞

Hi anon! Ohh I love this idea, would love to see it more often in fics 👀 I can’t start this post without the brilliant and intriguing fortune teller!Harry AU art by @dragontamerdame, which inspired the gorgeous micro Decked by @tackytigerfic. These might also interest you:

Orb Power by Discessio and maraudersaffair (E, 7.5k)

Harry is a divorced father of three with a love for crystals. Draco owns a trinkets shop called Cricklewood’s Trifles. It's been years since Harry laid eyes on Draco, but he knows he wants him the moment he spots him at a flea market. Draco is not so sure.

Designate / your love as fate by @elskanellis (E, 16.6k)

Malfoy literally snaps his fingers toward Harry’s face. “Potter. Pay attention. Gay marriage is now legal in England and Wales, as of last night, first ceremonies to take place in the New Year. I’m gay, you’re gay—”

“—Bi, actually, thanks,” Harry puts in.

“Well, I mean, so am I, technically, but—” (Harry can’t lie, it’s rather fun to watch Malfoy lose his cool, put his cool back on, lose it again) “—Funny enough, bisexual marriage is also now legal in England and Wales. Let’s get bisexual married, hm?”

Celestial Bodies by @shiftylinguini (E, 20k)

“An astrological anomaly induced bond,” Harry repeats, deadpan, as the Head Healer of the Magical Malfunctions ward finishes announcing his prognosis

“Space magic,” says Draco, tapping long fingers irritably against the arm of his chair. “You’re saying we’ve been zapped by space magic.”

The Healer huffs. “That’s rather simplifying things, gentlemen.”

Phoenix in the Fire by @lqtraintracks (E, 28k)

Harry never expected to have a hot summer fling with Draco Malfoy when he agreed to mind the castle with him. He also never expected that it would all have to end on August thirty-first. What happens when casual sex with Harry’s ex-enemy turns not casual after all? And how the hell is he going to stop Draco from making one of the biggest mistakes of his life?

Everybody Hates a Tourist by @wolfpants (E, 51k)

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.

Special Gifts by oldenuf2nb (E, 129k)

Ten years after a devastating accident costs Harry Potter the love of his life and leaves him with life altering injuries, he is asked to return to Hogwarts to help the child of an old friend, with the help of an old adversary.

[i-can-read-to-him]

➢ The Wesper Fic Club's summer gift exchange has come to an end, along with the season. Thank you to all of our amazing participants!

○○○ Fanart

🐐 Kaz, Jordie, & Jesper by @waterloou

○○○ Fanfiction

👑 A Little Light Roleplay by @stormkpr

T | Wesper | Royalty AU, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn

🔮 Are you satisfied---with an average life? by Ryttarose

T | Wesper | Modern Magical AU, Wylan-centric, Pre-Relationship, Hurt/Comfort

💌 Unsent letters, unsaid words by @wespertilionidae

T | Wesper | Modern AU, High School & College, Slow Burn

🔥 insanity laughs under pressure we're breaking by perfectly_inept

E | Jesper/Matthias (Polycrows) | Rough Sex, Wall Sex, Bottom!Jesper

👄 Ask, and You Shall Receive by @wopsidaisy

E | Wesper | PWP, Truth Serum, Praise Kink, Anal Sex, Top!Jesper, Bottom!Wylan

💞 I hope you're happy (maybe i can be too) by @fizzysugarwater

T | Kuwesper | Matchmaking, Polyamory Negotiations, Love Confessions

🎹 A Symphony of Love by @adara-writer

G | Wesper | Modern AU, Parent/Teacher AU, Fluff, First Dates, First Kiss

☎️ Rooftop Confessions by @tinyarmedtrex

E | Wesper | PWP, In-Universe Phone Sex, Truth or Dare, Mutual Masturbation

❤️‍🩹 these hearts adore by @eraiklys

T | Kuwesper | Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Polyamory, Domestic Fluff

⏰ Wylan Van Eck's Terrible (...) Very Bad Day by @ace-kaz-brekker

G | Wesper | Modern AU, Meet Ugly, First Meetings, Open Ending

💒 Have Me by @meljwrites

E | Wesper, Alys/OC | Modern AU, Fake Relationship, Weddings, Mutual Pining

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

somehow missed your Thursday prompt this morning but I saw some of the new fic WIPs and I’m so excited!!!! I’m also gonna borrow the idea from other some other asks where they put comments next to their prompts because I love it.

🦮 🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮🦮(cranberry my new beloved. Also is this a multi-chapter fic or one -long[ish] shot? Just curious…sorry if you have said it before.)

⚡⚡️⚡️⚡️(It may be long but I love it so far.)

🚨🚨🚨🚨(glitter in his Eddie will always be famous to me…I hope I’m remembering the right fic.)

🔮 🔮 🔮 🔮 (I love your universe interferes au and this is no exception.)

🌠 🌠 🌠 🌠(Nico and grandpa! Bobby my other beloveds.)

👑 👑 👑 👑(yes for Madney!!! I’m really excited for this one. Especially will be a princess Maddie.)

HEY! And awesome I LOVE the comments.

Thank you!!!!

Here's 24 for 🦮 (it's a very long one-shot, but I may make it a series of one shots:

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“Wh-what’s she doing?” Eddie demands, scooching away from Cranberry. 

“Shoot, Eddie, I-I’m sorry,” Buck stammers. “That’s, uh, that’s her panic response.”

She’s not really supposed to do it for anyone else. Sam explained that. Her job is to focus on him, not worry about everyone around him. But he and Eddie have been spending a lot of time together lately. Cranberry adores him. Once he even swung by Buck’s place to take her on a hike on one of his days off when Buck was having a bad pain day, to make sure she got enough exercise. They did a few miles together, just them. Of course she’s paying attention to him. 

“I don’t panic,” Eddie replies. Very unconvincingly. 

“Eddie…” Buck says weakly. “You are panicking.”

Buck watches resignation wash over Eddie’s face, hand-in-hand with a sort of misery. 

“Wh-what do I do?” Eddie asks. 

“Flatten your legs,” Buck instructs. 

Eddie does. Cranberry crawls onto his lap and lays as flat as she can. She puts her full weight on him. 

---

12 for ⚡ (THANK YOU!)

---

“I have been thinking about asking Buck to marry me,” Eddie says. 

Adriana grins. “Yes! Eddie, that is amazing!”

“Yeah?” He asks, a little shaky. “You think so?”

“Duh,” Adriana rolls her eyes. “Eddie, you have been stupid in love with him forever. This is the dream, right?”

“I mean, mine anyway,” he nods. “Not that, uh, marriage is for everyone, but… I… Yeah, I want to marry Buck.”

---

12 for 🚨 (I am not sure what you are saying here but tysm!)

---

Eddie can’t tell if Chris is becoming more like Buck via proximity or vice versa. 

“They only pee once a week!” Christopher announces giddily. 

“What?” Buck gasps, with put on bewilderment. “Don’t their bladders explode?”

“No! They only need to go once a week!” Chris repeats. 

“Maybe to save on the water bill we start only going once a week, too?” Buck suggests. “What do you say?”

---

12 for 🔮 (THANK YOU! It's my fav trope):

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“Is that really all you have to say?” Buck demands. 

A pang of discomfort lances through Bobby. That’s all? You really don’t have anything to say? 

“Don’t you care?” He presses. 

“Evan, you have no right to speak to us in this tone,” Margaret snaps. “It’s been a hard day for everyone. Why don’t you go to your room and calm down? We’ll call you when it’s time for supper.”

Buck lets out a breathy, exasperated huff, turns around, and storms off in the opposite direction.

---

12 for 🌠 (A LOT going on for Nico rn):

---

Chris is not a parent. He’s not sure he ever wants to be a parent. He’s twenty-nine and never felt a strong desire for it. However, he now feels a certain responsibility to act as a pseudo parental figure to his younger brother. It’s not like anyone else is available at the moment. Unless Chris were to unload him on Bobby or Maddie. That is an option. He won’t count it out entirely.

“Do you have any idea how much you scared everyone?” Chris asks. “Did that even cross your mind?”

Nico shifts uncomfortably in the passenger seat.

---

12 for 👑 (THANK YOU! ANd MAddie may not be the Cinderellla...)

---

“Who do you think she is?” Chim asks later, driving back to the station from the hospital.

‘Who? The trauma surgeon?” Hen asks. “I think that was Dr. Wen.”

“No,” Chim shakes his head. “The woman at the call. The one who helped.”

Hen snorts. “I think she is exactly what she said. A former nurse who stepped in to help."

[disaster-j]

Make me write!

I kept seeing people doing this and was intrigued so now bestie and i are doing it hehe

Rules: Send me an emoji (ask) corresponding to the WIP and I'll write 3 sentences for each emoji and share it. My wips are below:

🪄 Love potion (khaithird)

👑 Magic royalty au (buddietommy)

💌 Fake dating au (tevan)

🌈 The Lion, The Witch and This Fucking Closet of Despair aka Pick is Pete's cousin au (pickrome & petekao)

🔮 seeing with your eyes closed aka psychic!Buck au (buddietommy)

☣️ killing victor aka labrats au (not me/toddblackgram)

💴 ToddWai au (it's a not me x bad buddy au with an intentionally misleading name?)

☕ Coffee Shots aka mafia meets coffee shop au (khaithird)

📸 Trouble & Paradise aka modern royalty arranged marriage au (buddie)

😈 Devil You Know aka demon!White au (not me, multi ship)

👭 Heather All Along aka Khai helps Pear get the girl au (earnpear x khaithird)

🏒 Not dad!Eddie hockey au (buddie)

⚖️ Harold is Harvey's associate au (marvey... this is all dreamy's fault)

(This does not include some fics on hiatus like Karma and White Lies bc frankly I straight up forgot where I was going with them and would not have been able to write anything properly 😔✊)

(P.S.- BoBs DNI :3)

[feudalconnection]

The Nomination Period for the 3rd Term 2023 Inuyasha Fandom Awards is now CLOSED!!

Hey everyone!

Below the cut you'll find a complete list of all of the Fanart nominations received for this term! You can also find it on Google Docs.

Click here for the complete list of Fanfiction nominations.

Thank you to everyone who participated in this term for taking the time to do so. We hope you enjoyed your experience! If you do not see your nomination, please reach out to us as soon as possible!

We strongly encourage that when you view a work of art or read a fanfiction, please reblog or leave a review to let the creators know how much their work and talent is appreciated!

As a reminder, we are giving 3 weeks time to enjoy all of the creations. The voting period will begin October 6th and end October 20th.

In order to be able to vote, you'll need to register so we can keep it all neat and clear. We will be posting the link to the voting form on the first day of the voting session.

Got a question? Check out our FAQ or send us an ask. You can also message one of the mods directly!

Thank you to everyone who nominated for making this 2nd Term absolutely wonderful, and happy voting!

Best Action/Adventure

“Running with the wolves” by @ashenkite

“⚔sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ʀɪᴠᴀʟʀʏ⚔” by @pachworldx-1

“Jewel of the Seven Seas” by @stardust414

Best AU/AR

“Always” by @kalcia

“Orgullo & Prejuicio” by @m2moon94

Best Canon Universe

“the dumb shit dad told u not to do” by @stillunderyourbed

“Wisteria” by @razdazberry

“Mega oof” by @devilatelier

Best Angst

“For someone you loved” by @mama-ino

“Rain” by @elevenharbor

“Final Conquest” by @ashleys-canvas

Best Dark

“INUYASHA 📿” by @masonkaye

Best Humor/Parody

“He’s talking shit” by @cherisenae

“Battle Couple” by @clearwillow

“Fuck You Sesshomaru” by @devilatelier

“Sesshoumaru as Drake Meme” by @ridiqlumdrum

“Mega oof” by @devilatelier

Best Kiss

“They are SO cute” by @brain-rot-hour

“Wisteria” by @razdazberry

“Dibujo-que-hice-con-referencias-que-vi-del-sesskag” by @inumysuzue

“Human Kissing” by @spiralofdragon

“Final Conquest” by @eliza-faust-diary

Best Character

“𓆩✧𓆪 Midoriko 𓆩✧𓆪” by @inusmasha

“Untitled” by @dazzelmethat

“Moonlit Kagome” by @theundeadfandom

“half-demon Inuyasha 🔮” by jyundeeARTs (X, formerly known as Twitter)

“Kagome Higurashi, the girl who overcame time” by @dulcealuf

“Sesshomaru🌸” by @zeldacw

Best Duo/Pairing

“It’s been a while 💛❤️🧡” by @geda-art

“Inuyasha and Sesshomaru” by @momosartgarden

“girl crush girl crush” by @moonnue

“Final Conquest” by @ashleys-canvas

“Shopping Trip!!” by @skyguyy

Best Doujinshi

“Hanyohime” by @hanyohime-comic

“Make a Wish” by @len-barboza

“From Something Old to Something New” by @clearwillow

“Mother-in-Law” by @daikiidokii

Best Redraw

“🌷 Kikyo 🌷” by @midiatamente

“Redraw manga” by Lucky_chandl (X, formerly known as Twitter)

“Redibujo del primer encuentro” by @m2moon94

“Swimsuit Kag” by @julytheartist

Best NSFW

“Keep Me Warm” by @mamabearcatfanart

“Blindfolded” by @julytheartist

“Not a shampoo bottle” by @weeeting

“she’s beauty and she’s grace” by @katerinu

Best InuKag Romance

“inukag happy summer sunset beach vibes 😎” by @justafewsmallsteps

“Welcome Home” by @katballesteros

“♥︎𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕♥︎” by HulloYokai (X, formerly known as Twitter)

Best SessKag Romance

“Drag Me Down” by @momorhea

“Locked Away” by @razdazberry

“Día de Lluvia” by @valgreys

“First Comes Marriage” by @rannyunny

Best Romance

“Aftermath” by @eliza-faust-diary

“Untitled” by @generalmoony

Best Group Depiction

“Pink Bellflower” by @tmetta

“SessKag (+ kids) go to the most magical place on earth” by @elevenharbor

Best Traditional

“Kinda proud of this one 😁” by @tarkovskyshoe

“桔梗” by @toutousai

“Tiny Paintbrush” by @mama-ino

“Cuddles from a demon cat” by @the-lone-huntress

Best Overall

“Kikyo” by @geirahood

“Locked Away” by @razdazberry

[meadowlarkx]

End of Year Fic Recs! 🔮

Tagged by @swanmaids! I like this format a lot, thank you 💕 There were so many amazing Silm fics this year that it's nearly impossible to pick out just a few, but I did my best.

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Multi-chapter fics

Strange Currencies by @jouissants (in-progress, Maedhros/Maglor accidental LaCE marriage, M) - this fic is one of my absolute favorite things to come out of 2023, lavishly and heartbreakingly imagined post-canon reembodied/returned Exiles and brilliant maemags falling together in late Beleriand. invest now!!!

here we go again by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (completed, Orodreth/Celebrimbor & Gil-galad Mamma Mia AU, T) - the most summer fun ever with one of my favorite Celebrimbors, delights me to think about and I think about it often!!

Such a Marriage by DifferentSong (in-progress, fem!Maedhros/Maglor set between Doriath and Sirion, M) - I feel personally blessed by the ability to list multiple maemags longfics on this list. This one is so tender, with incredible characterization for both these two and Tolkien Elves (old & young, sad & gay) in general; leader fem!Maedhros owns my heart.

What the Water Gave Me by @imakemywings (completed, Finduilas/Nienor canon divergence AU, M) - beautifully described and cozily, realistically lived-in development of a relationship between these two in a universe where Nienor survives her suicidal leap; this bandaged the wounds left by CoH for me!

In Twain by @jouissants (completed, gothic and gendery Maedhros/Elrond and Maedhros/Maglor, E) - cinematic reading experience and deliciously winding tale of Elrond's coming to better know Maedhros, Maglor, and himself; so many lines from this--and the ending--just grip me and won't let me go.

Single-chapter fics

Wondrously Wrought by @searchingforserendipity25 (Maedhros & Maglor in a universe where Noldor craft their children's personalities, G) - this beautifully written fic has me in a chokehold months & months later, I simply love it so much--the Fate of it all and the dynamic between them, and how thick the tension and emotion hangs even in these few moments.

and some of us returned by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (Maedhros/Maglor, past Maglor/Glaurung assault at the fall of Maglor's Gap, M) - fulfilled my wildest dreams of Glaurung angst played straight, eerie and gorgeously written psychological horror told through Maedhros' eyes and his own possessive love for Maglor.

As You Wish by @imakemywings (Maglor/Thranduil battle couple devotion and hurt/comfort, T) - so many great single-chapters this year but this one is SO dear to me; I love eerie attack dog Maglor who simultaneously cares overmuch and I think this ship is so thematically chef's kiss as an alternate ending for him; wry Thranduil is fantastic here too.

one of your girls by @swanmaids (Celegorm/Oromë, Celegorm & Maglor; femininity and internalized homophobia in Valinor, E) - masterful weird mythical Ainur devotional customs surrounding Oromë and his hunt, and a really touching exploration of Celegorm's character in a time when he still has yet to choose his fate. Celegorm's tension with Maglor is great here too.

Played by @disastrousexpense (Maedhros/Maglor, Maedhros/Fingon where Maglor seduces Maedhros through the guise of "teaching" him for Fingon's benefit, E) - one of my favorite Maglors this year, so theatrical and affected and alluring and (in this Valinor period) quite selfish, yet expressive and deeply, deeply feeling. a rollicking story that made me laugh and then made me cry!

Oldies but goodies

Elvish Letters by @ladygavroche (Caranthir & Finrod, Celebrimbor & Fëanor, Maedhros & brothers, epistolary humor, in progress, G) - this is a favorite of mine, along with the Caranthir fic earlier in the same series. Incredible and hilarious epistolary that just sings!!

The Silver Queen by @i-am-a-lonely-visitor (AU where Gil-Galad is Celebrían, trans!Celebrían/Elrond, completed, M) - such a lovingly written fic for a brilliant concept. Multiple scenes of Celebrían's arc in this had me weeping earlier this year.

The High King of the Noldor and His Faithful Hound by shatteredGlasses (Hrunting_License) (Celegorm/Maglor, assault and tensions during Maglor's kingship, completed, E) - During Maedhros' captivity, Celegorm thinks the worst of Maglor, and Maglor uses Celegorm for self-harm. Genuinely disturbing, excellent angst, and very formative for me!

Through the Smoke I See You by Dragonstorm (Maedhros & Maglor, Maglor's Gap and Dagor Bragollach, single-chapter, T) - one of my favorite explorations of Maglor's devotion and guilt towards Maedhros, and the immense risk of trying to hold the Gap! I love it so.

Thistle Whistling on the Wind-Blown Field by happythoughhuman, Torpi (Finrod & Edrahil, Finrod & Avari, culture, environment, storytelling, completed, M) - I've been meaning to revisit this strange gem of a TRSB fic for a while. One of the most vivid explorations of Melkor's impact on the environment in Middle-earth, of serious Elven cultural differences and the notion of Finrod as a kinslayer (while a very Finrod-loving story; he shines in this, making connections as is his wont). Also, won my heart for putting mangroves in Valinor.

My own fics

bite thy wings and let thee crawl (Melkor/Maglor, noncon macro/micro horror porn inspired by this art by @aquaregiaart and Lay of Leithian, E) - the Big Melkor fic, set during Maedhros' captivity. In my head this is my best work of 2023 and probably ever. Come closer... give him a click.... he can't hurt you....

Less Wise (sapphic Maglor/Thranduil, canon divergence, E) - pining with a happy ending in an AU where kinslayer fem!Maglor has come to serve Mirkwood's king fem!Thranduil. This was my attempt to write the sort of comforting and cathartic fic I so enjoy reading.

elvenkings (here on tumblr as well) (moments ft. Orodreth, Thranduil, Elwing, Elrond, G) - my drabbles fic for Sindar Week 2023 about the long-lasting echoes of Menegroth and Iathrim heritage. I'm really happy this brief story resonated!

pursuit (Tulkas/Nessa and Oromë/Nessa, genderfluid Nessa, M) - Nessa and Tulkas wed. Smut and mythical vibes ft. confident and changing Nessa, the dancer and the god of prey. I love that weird Ainur shit.

yes many and beautiful things (Maedhros/Maglor during the War of Wrath, M, now with art by @aquaregiaart!) - After their final argument about stealing the Silmarils, Maedhros and Maglor share themselves with each other wholeheartedly one last time before the end; sort of a "what if they loved each other and that was worse."

[ladysunamireads]

What do I do when my coworker and I need to fake marry for a case and I'm sort of in love with him maybe??

search Mobgle: what do I do when my coworker and I need to fake marry for a case and I'm sort of in love with him maybe?? by jared kleinmans left foot

Please, Aliens, Tome prays to the skies above. Please make them fall in love, it would be so funny.

- A.K.A, a wedding parlour owner needs Spirits and Such to help her draw out a spirit that's been wrecking her weddings, and an unfortunate series of events ends in Serizawa and Reigen getting fake-married. Updates sporadic. I'm not a writer.

Words: 9315, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English

Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kurata Tome, Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo, Reigen Arataka, Serizawa Katsuya, Suzuki Shou, Original Characters, Dimple, Reigen Arataka's Parents, Reigen Arataka's Sister

Relationships: Reigen Arataka/Serizawa Katsuya, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Hanazawa Teruki/Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo

Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Fake Marriage, Good Person Reigen Arataka, serirei get fake married for a case, based off that one fanart from a few months ago where reigen is a bride, Slow Burn, really fucking slow burn, LIKE SUUUUPER SLOW, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Overuse of italics, english is not my first language, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Case Fic, Rated for swearing, oh and I think Reigen and Seri get shitfaced drunk too, gratuitous use of honorifics, POV Alternating, no beta we die like reigen arataka, Not even proofread tbh, i have so much fucking homework to do, so sorry for the writing quality, Lesbian Kurata Tome, even if I don't mention it explicitly it is the truth, Dialogue Heavy, Romantic Comedy, love me some romcoms, divorced reigen arataka, well technically-, spoilers sorry im zipping my mouth, read to find out, passing references to:, Gyakuten Saiban 1 | Ace Attorney, and, Better Call Saul, for the funny, Sexuality Crisis, discovering one's sexuality, aka reigen goes insane because he realises that serizawa would make a crazy good husband, Reigen Arataka-centric, Serizawa Katsuya-centric

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devil's girl - TEASER

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader I ft. Mingy & Wonwoo

🔮 preview. “Three hundred years ago, one of your ancestors promised me a descendant as my prophesied betrothed. A girl of her bloodline who would bear my hybrid offspring, children with the power of demons and witches, bodies unrestricted by the laws of heaven or hell. A witch who would be identified by the mark of the Devil, drawn through with three lines.”

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, oral (f receiving), Cheol is low-key pussy obsessed, overstimulation, 5-inch long demon tongue, invisible demon bondage magic, the demon magic also can vibrate her clit a little, bdsm themes, slight choking, squirting, wet kink, massive cock cheol, pussy stretching, impreg/breeding/cum kink, dirty talk, service dom Cheol, consent is a must, begging, multiple reader orgasms, unprotected sex, hand job, dream/incubi threesome with Mingyu & Wonwoo, double fingering, degradation, dacryphilia, etc… I pet names: (hers) little/my sweet, pretty girl, good girl, whore/slut (1), baby, little love, etc. (his) sir, daddy.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 7.2k

🍭 aus. king of hell!Cheol, witch descendant!y/n, prophesy, arranged marriage, yandere/possessive themes, slight kidnapping, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I feel like I need the men I write about every time, but when I tell you I need this man biblically, when I tell you I need him to kidnap me and make me the Queen of Hell and knock me up with demon hybrid babies asap-

Seungcheol’s lips brush by your ear. “Should we get started, then?”

“Started on what?”

“You know what.” He presses a shockingly soft kiss to your throat, nose nuzzling by your jaw.

“Please, don’t hurt me.”

“I’ll be honest with you, little one, I’m not a nice man. But… I’ll be good to you, if you’re good for me.” One of his hands slips down from the window to grab at your hip, tugging your back flush to his chest. “The way you were good for Mingyu and Wonwoo in your dreams last night.” 

The names mean nothing to you, as the men in your wet dream had never given them, although, they must be the incubi he was talking about earlier. The fact that Seungcheol knows about your sinful nightly escapades with two other demons has you feeling shy, your skin heating at his words.

“Even so, demons need consent to enter human bodies,” the King of Hell explains. “Which means, if you withdraw your consent, I’ll be forced to stop. Although… something tells me you’ll consent.”

His hand glides from your hip to your exposed abdomen, and he teases you on what path he’s going to take- up to your breasts, or down to your aching core.

“What…” you swallow back a moan, “What makes you so sure?” “I can smell your arousal, sweet girl, and there are signs I can see too.” His hand smooths up to your breast, and he squeezes your sensitive flesh, thumb brushing over your hardened nipple. “I think you’re well aware that I’m going to fuck you, in a way you’ve never even dreamed of being fucked before.”

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Elucien Week Ask - 8 and 15

8. What’s your favorite Elucien trope/AU?

For tropes, I love arranged marriage/marriage of convenience. I think this all started because I watched The Proposal with Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock when I was young and I was like 👀👀 I remember I had the DVD and watched it over and over.

Anyways, here we are. I think it may have permanently re-wired my brain.

For AU- I'm gonna go with regency AUs. Elucien was built for it.

15. Tell an Elucien story using only emojis

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For the fanfic emoji ask thing!! 🎥, 🔮, 🙌, 💪, 🌠, 🥘 and 🛌 < 3

Hi Alex :D

That's so many questions!! THANK YOU!!

🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer.

For my Jegulus fame AU: Gimme More by Britney Spears (big surprise there)

(And because I am simply unable to limit myself) for buy my your world: Good For You by Selena Gomez

🔮What's your favorite plot twist you've ever written?

I have written quite a few I haven't published yet, and my favorite is in one of those. Of the ones I have published I'd say it's the one at the end of chapter 2 of my fame AU

🙌What's a line or paragraph of yours that you're proud of?

This paragraph I wrote for Silver Secrets a while back! Just James' pining without realizing it is so funny to me:

There was something in all of them, yet not one of them all the same. Each of them had a tiny piece he could fixate on. All adding up to something greater. A sharp comment that made his stomach flip. Or a pined up hairdo that made a few loose curls in a way where he wanted to tuck them gently behind a ear. Or the light grey eyes he found twirling on the makeshift dance floor.

💪What motivates you to write?

Mostly just having a story I really wanna tell and share with people!

🌠What are your top three most commonly used tags on AO3?

Fluff, Establish Relationship, Smut

Which yeah, that sounds about right. I'm kind of curious how that's gonna change once I start publishing my current wips though! My guess is that the Established Relationship tag might move out of the top three

🥘What wip are you most excited about?

Right now buy me your world since I'm so close to being done writing the last chapter before I being posting! But in general it will always be Silver Secrets <33

🛌 What's a trope you haven't written, but want to?

Oh I have a few! Some of which I technically have fic ideas for, but idk if I'll ever get around to writing them: Marriage of Convenience, Vampire AU, A/B/O Rut, Enemies to Lovers, sickfic

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That is such a sweet story omg :(( love at first sight and being together for so long and being soulmates is straight out of book! And tbh I believe the same thing about soulmates and I know that my best friend is my platonic soulmate. We've been best friends quite literally our entire lives and we complement each other perfectly. People always joke that we come in set 😭

My parents are like... example of everything marriage shouldn't be because my father is...well let's just say that he's exactly the same kind of person like Simon's dad.

But my stepdad and mom are 100% so sweet. They're both chefs and they worked for different branches of same company and they met during an event. They became close friends and he helped my mom and I get away from my father and they eventually fell in love. They both have bad marriages in past but they found love and peace with each other and it's the most hurt/comfort thing ever I swear!

And cheating death is such a good trope?? Also time travel/time loop to save your loved one?? Any use of magic or science or just your own skills to bring them back?? Angsty love tropes are peak. ALSO- hanahaki disease is such an underrated trope imo

(and sorry for rambling omg I feel so embarrassed when I send whole block of text 😭)

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The “people always joke that we come in a set” part is so freaking cute! I hope you stay friends forever bc friends like that are hard to find!🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also that’s such a sweet story :( I’m happy your mom and step dad found each other! I think we all deserve a happy ending in love and I’m glad the two of them, especially your mom got that!🫶🏻

Oh the time travel loop one is so good bc it’s the most realistic one, not that time travel is possible but more so the actions people do in this movie are very much something a lot of us fantasize about and I think it’s interesting to see it played out on the screen and the consequences that actually come with trying to change fate!

I think hanahaki was popular years ago on tumblr maybe even on wattpad but I guess ppl got tired of it so they stopped writing it but it’s definitely something that should be brought back!

I’d love an old man price hanahaki au🧎🏻‍♂️

Also no sugar pls don’t apologize!!! I genuinely don’t mind it I promise!!🫶🏻🫶🏻