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Hey, I'm Sydney ♡ 20 ♡ She/Her ♡ Welcome to my decrepit lair that will be filled with fantasies galore! I write yandere smut for the girlies, guys, and non-binary hoes.

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A Prince's Release [Asgard!Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Loki takes a break from a diplomatic feast, and finds he is not alone in the hallways of Asgard. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Oral. Loki POV. Soft dom.

Loki’s footsteps echoed away from the buzz of the feast. And as their raucous mirth grew quieter, so did his mind.

He glanced out the arched window to the side, noting the glitter of Asgard below. He had not been released from his diplomatic obligations entirely. Not officially. Not yet. But he needed this.

He dissolved the ceremonial armour adorning his shoulders, his forearms. It’s gold faded, revealing the simple earthen green of the leathers beneath. Hair that had lain nestled beneath his helmet fell free against his collar. Suddenly, a fist gathered the rear of his tunic. He adopted a battle stance without thinking, spinning with malice in his eyes. His features softened; resolve softening as his dagger hovered beneath the tip of your chin. “My Lady, you should be more careful.” he murmured darkly, running the flat of the thin blade to meet your parted lips. You kissed it.

Several guards lining the open arches sank into shadow.

Loki felt the sharp thud of polished marble flat on his back as you pushed him to the wall, the biting cool it surely held almost chilling through his leathers. You had manoeuvred him to the inside of one of the archway columns. Concealed, almost.

Audacious, this one; he mused. His mind was fire, the heavy dullness chess of diplomatic politics replaced by a haze of lust.

The leather tunic squeaked, sliding against the marble surface as you swept your tongue deeper inside his mouth like a demon. He felt your familiar digits combing through his hair. Pulling. Searching. Claiming, he thought, sliding a moist palm around the nape of your neck.

Loki liked that. He tugged the back of your evening dress sharply, pulling you away. With an inquiring smirk, he tilted his head. “What has gotten into you, little thing? To accost a Prince of Asgard so..." he tutted playfully. Loki gleefully watched as heat rose in your skin. He could feel it; warming the cool night air.

“You, obviously” you huffed, feigned annoyance losing its effect as your grappling fingers tugged at the laces of his trousers. “My prince,” you added as an after-thought.

The palace had ears everywhere. “I think not,” Loki smiled as he let his knuckles trail over your shoulder, down your bare bicep. “It has been ten long days since I’ve gotten into you. My father has seen to that.” The roll of your eyes made his stomach flip. Oh, how he loved this. How he had missed it.

He turned the smile flexing against his lips into a bite. “Loki,” you whimpered petulantly, sliding your hand down the crotch of his leathers as you tried in vain to launch at his mouth. He held you back with ease, your beautiful brow scrunched. “You have not answered my letters, your servants turn me away...they say you are entertaining the diplomats every night,”

The game, Loki smirked with deep satisfaction, is afoot. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tutted, making sure his lips stayed open. He narrowed his eyes, teasing you. His tongue rested on the ridge of his mouth, noting every microscopic shiver of arousal course across your skin.

“Show me how much you missed me during my diplomatic conclave. Missed him.” He nodded down to the weighty arousal hardening in your covert hand. “What?” you gasped, glancing around the empty hallway with a modesty unbecoming of your true nature. Starlight glittered against golden pillars, mounted flames crackling against the shouts from the feast hall beyond.

Loki shrugged innocently, a small smile curling his lip. His stomach was fizzing. He could feel the skin of his balls tightening beneath his ceremonial trappings. The inches of his mighty cock thickening with each roaring second of silence.

While he had been bound to nod and smile during peace talks and the intricacies of trade agreements over an endless ten days, all that had filled his mind was thoughts of your hot mouth wrapping around him. The glide of your tongue, the pressure of your fingertips digging hard into his flesh.

The torchlight made every vein of your irises sparkle as you slowly raised your gaze to meet his own.

There was a mischievous glint in them, an unspoken language honed between you saying all that needed to be said.

You craned upwards, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear with a licentious sigh. “Anyone could walk by,” you breathed, making Loki shudder. His thighs clenched, an unprompted groan rumbling in his throat. “Oh yes,” he gasped as your fingers toyed with the leather straps slung against his hips, “anyone.” The belts and sheath fell to the marble by his ankles with a series of thuds. It’s happening, he thought incredulously as you sank to your knees. The rustle of your skirts pooling on the ground made Loki brace. You never took your eyes off his, tugging the leather trousers down his hips.

Loki rested his head back on the marble pillar, lids fluttering closed as his hand wrapped around his cock. He jolted as the foreskin pulled back, stroking gently as you watched him. She’s actually going to-

His breath hitched, jaw clenching as your palms slid up the solid bulge of his femurs.

You squeezed.

“G-gods” Loki heard himself stammer, cringing.

Hold it together, he chided; letting his hand fall to the side. You are a Prince of Asgard. But knowing your talents, he suddenly wished he had something to hold on to.

The small puff of air that erupted from your lips made him straighten, spine pressing flat to the mirror. “I’ve missed you,” you whispered against his cock. Loki took a deep breath, choking ferociously on the exhale as you swallowed the tip. He clenched and unclenched his fists, resisting the urge to tangle his fingers in your hair like a commoner. The warmth was valhalla. No matter how many times he experienced it, the god found himself eternally unprepared. All of his senses were heightened. The rush of desire and long-held fantasies of this act, in this place, welling in his bloodstream as you swallowed him deeper. Lips made a vacuum on the girth, the feeling of your fingers circled tight around the root. Squeezing. Merciless. They tugged lightly at his public hair with every targeted pump. Wet. Your blowjobs were always so fucking wet.

He suddenly realised he was moaning. Loudly. The gnash of his teeth grinding shocked him back to reality, feeling the straining vein in his neck soften. Loki looked down, hearing the whoreish slurps and groans from your mouth as he thrust gently against your tongue. He juddered, palms slapping against the marble. “F-ffuck, darling...uh, y-yes,” he heard someone whine, “like that - just...like, like that.”

The hand pressed against one quivering thigh suddenly intertwined with his own. Loki watched, entranced as you brought it to the back of your head. “Oh, slut” he murmured in wonder, the feral rumble surprising even himself, “my slut.”

The effort not to slam his cock down your throat was inhuman. Appropriate, Loki grit; as your travelling saliva began to slosh against the crease of his thighs. With every moan-punctuated bob of your head, he guided you. Encouraged you. Yes, darling. Så jævla bra. Goddess, only you. No one fucks me like you. His pants of devotion, carnal and otherwise, filled the open promenade like incense. They wafted into the night air like smoke, each filth-soaked groan from his throat louder than the last. He could hear no buzz from the feasting hall, not anymore. All he could hear was blood thundering in his ears.

Tentatively, he let his gaze fall on the opposing pillar. Its polished surface held a mirage of you both, his towering body with your worshipping form nestled against his thighs.

Beneath the moonlight, cheekbones slashed the angles of his face in the faint reflection. Your eager body knelt between his spread legs was a tableau worthy of the masters of this realm. But not even Kvasir could capture such rapturous eros, he mused fleetingly; before pushing your head deeper against his cock.

You moaned muffled approval, both hands sliding up his obliques beneath the leather tunic. Your fingers curled around his abdomen. Loki felt his thighs begin to shake.

He raised his hands behind his head. Fingers scraped back the hair at his temples, a shuddering sigh racking his chest. Errant tendrils caught between his digits, tugging as another quaking gasp snaked from his throat. He laced the fingers behind his skull, stomach clenching as your sucking intensified. He marvelled at his image, the features blurred but no less impressive. No wonder you were insatiable. Each delve of your mouth, each drag of your hardened lips, each swipe of your talented tongue. Faster. Harder, as he watched himself come undone. He was going to explode. His ass clenched, trying to stop the wave of cum building in his loins. The one that would soon be sloshing down the back of your throat. He couldn’t take his eyes off himself. Off of you. The ceremonial leather tight against his biceps had begun to split under the skill of your mouth, the heat of your tongue and your breath and your fingers. His jaw hung open, chin pressed to his chest. It was wild. He was an animal. A king. He was- F-fuck, In the marble’s reflection, Loki could just see the slick of your drool glinting down to his knees in the lick of firelight, smeared by needy palms. Deviant, he thought as power welled in his deepest core, and she’s all mine. His grip of your ornately designed hair tightened, just for a second. The pants were deafening, broken gasps and moans of your name shaking the very stone beneath his feet as the pillar to his back crunched with each twitch of his shoulders. The responding settle of your fingers around his hips was the signal he needed. The signal he craved. With a barely tempered roar, the god’s ass clenched painfully; bucking forwards. He threw his head back against the pillar with a crack, jaw clenched to the ceiling as the world went black.

Stars burst behind his eyelids, the force of climax tearing through his body like ripping leather. All he could feel was pleasure, warmth from your heavenly mouth caressing him over the edge of sanity as his knees buckled. Your fingers tightened around his hips, rocking him gently through the final, strangled breaths.

In the way you always did in these stolen moments, you tucked his softening cock into his leathers with a kiss; fingers deftly weaving the laces together. You climbed his trunk, tucking damp hair behind his ears.

“I missed you,” he murmured breathlessly, tasting himself in every desperate catch of your lips.

Through the haze, he watched with slanted brows as you ran a thumb from the base of your chin to your mouth before inspecting it. A thick layer of white coated the curve. You sucked slowly. “Ten days, my Prince,” you chided solemnly, before the smile he loved so much began to dance.

Loki winked, his senses returning. And his lust. “I told you I would save it all,” he smouldered, winking as his armour once again materialised around his leather garments. Horns unfurled, reaching forward on either side above your head. The gold seemed brighter somehow.

“I have a mind to return to the feast, wife.” he said quietly, cocking an eyebrow as he extended his hand. You frowned. “Only temporarily,” he added, throwing a glance to the huge doors down the corridor. “We left in such haste…” You took his hand warily. “Not long, my love” you replied. It was a warning. “The feast holds nothing that will sate the hunger I have.” “I know,” Loki smirked. He traced the curve of your earlobe with his tongue, feeling you shiver with desire against him as he flicked it back and forth.

He moaned softly against the shell, your faltering grip on his cape releasing a wolfish smile. “I know.”

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Unexpectedly Yours: Part 12

Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

Warning: sexual assault - noncon kissing

A/N: I have like 3 more chapters of this left and this series will be done!

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"My lord, there's a-"

"Send her in," Roy grunts out, not looking up from the paperwork he has in front of him.

When the door to his study opens, he's hit with a strong familiar scent. He was expecting you, but that's not who stands before him. He looks up slowly and grits out, "Georgina."

"I'm sorry to appear unannounced," Roy's former fiancee looks at him sheepishly.

"And why are you here?"

She winces at his malice tone, "I needed to see you, speak with you. After seeing you at that ball, I-I've been thinking about you."

Roy narrows his eyes at her, "That right?"

"I regret breaking off our engagement. While I live a very fulfilling life, I-Rupert...he doesn't love me. Not as much as I thought he did."

Roy cocks a brow at her and she continues, "At the beginning of the marriage, he was very...attentive, loving. Now we rarely spend time together. I know he's having an affair with one of my handmaidens. It's-This is isn't the type of marriage I wanted from him."

He hums and stands, walking to the other side of his desk to stand before his former love, "I'm sorry to hear that, Georgina, but I don't know what you want me to do."

"Help me annul the marriage. Once my marriage with Rupert is annulled," she steps closer and runs her hands up her chest, "We can be together."

Roy's jaw clenches, "You already know that I am engaged to Y/N L/N."

The woman scoffs, "But she doesn't know you like I do, know how to...fill you with desire like I do," she pulls Roy by the collar of his shirt, pressing her lips to his.

"Alright, my love, we mustn't keep mother wait-" you step into Roy's study just in time to see Roy and Georgina break apart. You stand there frozen in confusion, looking back and forth between Georgina and Roy.

Roy immediately rushes to you, "Y/N, this isn't what it looks like."

You scoff, "Right," you turn on your heel and march out of Roy's study, trying to keep your composure.

"Y/N, please-"

"No," you abruptly turn around, catching Roy by surprise, "Here's what's going to happen, Lord Kent. I will go out to that carriage and tell my mother that you got caught up in business and you won't be able to make it. You will not follow me or try to contact me for the rest of the day."

Roy gulps and solemnly nods, "Alright."

"Enjoy the rest of your time with the Duchess, Lord Kent," you sneer and you're out of the Kent Estate, climbing into the carriage. Roy listens as the sound fades further and further away.

"Now, where were we?" Georgina's hand snakes up his chest again and he grabs it, tightly.

"You are to leave my property at once. Not only have you upset my finacee, but you might have ruined my chances to being with the woman that I truly love." he practically throws her hand away from him, "I will not help you nor will I indulge you in whatever fantasy you have of us being together again. I don't love you anymore, Georgina. Now leave."

The woman turns her nose up into the air, "Fine, but when she can't satisfy you like I can, don't bother reaching out to me."

Roy scoffs, "Don't worry, I won't." He watches as Georgina exits his home and as soon as the door closes behind her and hangs his head low. He runs a hand down his face and groans, "Fuuuuuck."

[mysterious-ocarina]

Command Me

Toge Inumaki x reader

A/N when I wrote this, I had only seen the show, haven't had the time to watch the movie, and have not read the manga so i'm sorry if it's not very good. I was just bored and i love him so much

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(1.5k words)

“And these will be the idiots I was telling you about,” Maki pointed at a group of guys hanging out under a tree. You were new to the school and she was showing you around.

“We’re not idiots,” the one with pink hair replied indignantly. “I’m Itadori.”

“The vessel,” Maki told you. She told you about all of her friends so you would be prepared in advance for the weirdness you would encounter.

“I’m y/n,” you offered a small wave.

“And that’s Fushiguro,” Maki pointed to the guy next to Itadori, “The giant panda is Panda and the one with the collar is Inumake.”

You let your eyes slip from each person she introduced you to until your eyes landed on Inumaki.

He was a shorter guy from what you could tell with him on the ground. He had his legs stretched in front of him and was leaning back on his hands. Upon making eye contact, you noticed how striking his eyes were, a dazzling shade of lavender.

“Kelp,” he said with a little wave.

Confused, you repeated, “Kelp?”

Panda spoke up from his spot, not surprising you that he talked because Maki had already informed you, “He can only speak in rice ball ingredients so he doesn’t hurt anyone with his cursed speech.”

“That’s interesting. Is that hard to communicate with?” you asked Inumaki, curiously.

Usually he would be kind of embarrassed or offended by being asked that, but with the way your eyes shone with genuine curiosity without any trace of malice, he responded, “Salmon.”

You were about to open your mouth to ask what that meant before you watched him pull out his phone as well as a stack of post-it notes with a pen.

“Texting is the best thing to happen for cursed speech users,” Itadori joked.

Embarrassed, you dropped your head, “I didn’t think of that.”

You watched as Inumaki wrote something on the note before passing it to you. In the neatest handwriting you have ever seen was a series of digits with his name, Toge Inumaki, at the top.

You gave him a joyful smile before thanking him, “Perfect, I’ll text you right now so you have my number too.”

And you have been a goner ever since then. Meeting everyone was probably the best thing that happened to you since becoming a jujutsu sorcerer. Every day was filled with laughter and camaraderie and the occasional blush.

Ever since meeting Inumaki, you have been besotted with him. It wouldn’t take you long to understand his rice ball language, it also wouldn’t take you long to fall in love with it. You found out how sweet and funny he is as well as how strong and level-headed he was in a fight.

You guys always sparred together, making Panda slightly jealous but giving him cuddles always makes him forgive you.

The few missions you went on together, you got to see his cursed speech in action. It was a chilling sight to see him yell “Explode” at a curse and watch as it. . . explodes, then hear him say “bonito flakes” to you right after.

You were broken out of your thoughts when a light blue note was waved in front of your face. Right, you were watching a movie with Inumaki before your thoughts wandered to the boy. Your wandering thoughts seemed to happen the more and more you hung out with him.

You softly grabbed the note, reading the familiar neat handwriting.

What’s on your mind? There was a little doodle of a thought bubble with a question mark in the middle.

Something endearing you would find out about him, was the amount of doodles he would draw you. You weren’t sure if he did this for anyone else, but you liked to pretend that they were just for you. They always made you smile and you secretly kept the notes he gave you in a box, under your bed.

“Nothing’s on my mind,” you gave him a reassuring smile and placed your hand on his arm as confort. His ears turned red looking at you, before he started to write again.

Passing you the note, I can tell when you’re lying. He pointed at the first note he gave you that was sitting in your lap, seemingly asking the question again.

“I’m just having guy problems, nothing important,” you waved off. You would not admit that you were thinking about how much you liked him.

Inumaki scrawled quickly. If you didn’t know any better, he looked jealous, or maybe sad.

Who is he? This note was urgently shoved in your face. You guys talked about everything so he was probably surprised you kept this a secret.

“I am not telling you about my little crush, I’m sure it will go away soon,” you lied. Nothing about the feelings you had for Inumaki would ever go away. And from the look he gave you, he could tell you were lying and knew your feelings for the guy were more serious than that.

As long as he didn’t know it was him though, you were fine. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship and partnership that you guys had developed. You thought that he wouldn’t reciprocate your feelings and then it would just make the group dynamic weird.

“Spicy cod roe,” Inumaki waved in your face, urging you to explain.

“I can’t tell you. It’s embarrassing,” you replied, hoping he would leave it at that. But when did he ever let you off the hook.

You watched as he made another short note, handed it to you, then made the cutest puppy eyes you had ever seen. The note read, pleeeeeeeeeeease

“Fine. Your stupid begging puppy eyes might as well count as cursed speech with how well they work on me,” you sighed. Inumaki laughed at your joke, making you smile and blush at the sound, before giving you his fullest attention.

“I’m not telling you who it is-” a dramatic eye roll and a huff from him, “-but I’ll give you hints.”

He nodded his head vigorously, excited for what you had to say to him.

“He’s short, he goes here, you know him, and he’s the cutest and most handsome guy I’ve ever seen,” you told him. You were blushing so hard under his gaze you thought you might faint.

There was something in his eyes that made you pause. He looked jealous and the confused glare he was giving the wall behind you had you rethinking yourself.

“I’ll tell you one last thing, but you have to promise not to tell anyone,” you whispered. He nodded again.

You were so beyond nervous, you felt sick to your stomach. You couldn’t get the words out. You opened your mouth several times, trying to push the words off your tongue but it felt like something was stopping you.

“I need you to do it,” you whispered. “I can’t do it on my own.”

Inumaki gave you a confused look, not understanding what you meant. You didn't blame him, there was no way he could guess what you wanted him to do.

You didn’t have the courage to say anything else, feeling like your tongue was numb.

You brought your hand to the zipper of his collar. He gave you a surprised look and grabbed your hands, stopping your motion. You simply stared into his eyes, hoping he would understand.

At your pleading look, he slowly moved your hand and pulled the zipper down with you. You have seen his mouth and tattoo before but that was always under the heat of battle. This felt different, it felt vulnerable.

Instinctively, you licked your lips. You watched as Inumaki tracked the motion before bringing his gaze back to yours. He gave you a questioning look as if to ask, are you sure? Which you nodded.

“Tell me.” He commanded, voice smooth as honey. You felt as your mouth moved without your control, “You.”

The word barely made its way out of your mouth before you felt chapped lips on yours. The kiss was heated, as if you both were relieving tension that had been there since the dawn of time. This was a kiss that screamed I love you. You could just barely taste the cherry cough medicine he always drank, before the kiss ended all too soon.

You both pulled back to gain your breaths. The smile that was painted on Inumaki’s face was so beautiful, you kissed him again, softer.

You placed a short kiss on his lips, then pecked each side of his tattoo, then his nose.

The look he gave you was pure adoration. He smoothed your hair then held your face, “Salmon.”

You giggled, “God, we should try that in the bedroom. It was exhilarating!”

He blushed a dark shade of crimson, “Kiss me.”

You leaned forward before you even processed what he said. This kiss wasn’t as heated and passionate as the first one. It was soft and comforting.

You both giggled together, excited for what may come. 

[hellcatinnc]

Character Birthday Masterlist

This is as many birthdays as I could find for all the games I have played and anime's I have watched. Trust me there are more characters but some have no birthday dates posted. I will update this list as I go but you can always find this on my pinned post to come back and check the birthday calendars for each. I did want to do a calendar itself for each month but when so many have the same birthdate I found this harder to do so chose to just do a master list instead.

There was so many birthdays I had to start a 2nd list here is the link to the 2nd one HERE

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January

1st Natsume Asahina - Brothers Conflict

1st Yuito Sumeragi - Scarlet Nexus

3rd Wataru Asahina - Brothers Conflict

6th Herlock Sholmes - Code Realize

7th Saibara Kamui - Paradigm Parodox

9th Thoma - Genshin Impact

10th Yukichi Fukuzawa - Bungo Stray Dogs

11th Satoru Watabe - Stand My Hero

11th Eisuke Ichinomiya - Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

12th Gary - 100 Sleeping Princes and the Kingdom Of Dreams

13th Hades Aidoneus - Kamigami No Asobi

13th Victor - Mr Love Queens Choice

14th Kosuke Misaki - Tomo-chan Is A Girl

16th Vlad Garfunkel - Phantom In The Twilight

18th Henri Lambert - Piofiore Fated Memories/1926

19th Edgar Allan Poe -Bungo Stray Dogs

21st Sirius Dieke - My Next Life as a Villainess

21st Rui Sagisawa - Nil Admirari no Tenbin

23rd Camus - Uta no Prince-sama

27th Urie Sogami - Dance With Devils

28th Kou Mukami - Diabolik Lovers

29th Kanato Hibiki - Maji Kyun! Renaissance

31st Mozu - Bustafellows

February

2nd Lyney - Genshin Impact

4th Gin Akutagawa - Bungo Stray Dogs

5th Takamasa Saeki - My Forged Wedding

8th Allan Melville - Cupid Parasite

9th Abraham Van Helsing - Code Realize

11th Alhaitham - Genshin Impact

12th Tsukito Totsuka - Kamigami No Asobi

13th Merenice - Cupid Parasite

14th Ren Jinguji - Uta no Prince-sama

14th Hatori Otani - Stand My Heroes

15th Arashi Spring - Scarlet Nexus

17th Soryu Oh - Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

17th Fubuki Spring - Scarlet Nexus

20th Tifalia - Radiant Tale

21st Ririchiyo Shirakiin - Inu x Boku SS

22nd Kei Okazaki - Collar X Malice

22nd Yoshikazu Miyano - Sasaki to Miyano

22nd Monet Tsukushi - Magic Kyun! Renaissance

22nd Misuzu Gundo - Tomo-chan Is A Girl

22nd Louis Asahina - Brothers Conflict

26th Sophia Ascart - My Next Life as a Villainess

28th Light Yagami - Death Note

March

1st Ai Mikaze - Uta no Prince-sama

1st Ryuunosuke Akutagawa - Bungo Stray Dogs

2nd Raeliana McMillan - Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's/M

3rd Ukyo - Amnesia Memories

3rd Yuki Itose - Sign Of Affection

3rd Lindo Tachibana - Dance With Devils

3rd Naomi Randall - Scarlet Nexus

6th Rafayel - Love And Deepspace

7th March 7th - Honkai Star Rail

8th Carol Olston - Tomo-chan Is A Girl

9th Mayuzumi Shion - Variable Baricade

18th Tsugumi Kuze - Nil Admirari no Tenbin

19th Ion - Radiant Tale

20th Sakami Laito - Diabolik Lovers

20th Takeru Totsuka - Kamigamin No Asobi

21st Kanato Sakamaki -Diabolik Lovers

22nd Ayato Sakamaki - Diabolik Lovers

25th Rintaro Tatewaki - Magic Kyun! Renaissance

25th Shiden Ritter - Scarlet Nexus

26th Kamisato Ayato -Genshin Impact

27th Keith Powell - Sugar Apple Fairy Tale

31st Yusuke Asahina - Brothers Conflict

April

1st Kyosuke Tsuduki - Stand My Heroes

1st Scarecrow - Bustafellow

1st Avi - 100 Sleeping Princes and the Kingdom of Dreams

1st Kodama Melone - Scarlet Nexus

2nd Masato Hanzawa - Sasaki and Miyano

3rd Noah Volstaire Wynknight - Why Raeliana Ended Up Duke's/M

4th Canus Espada - Cafe Enchante

8th Yagami Nayuta - Variable Baricade

8th Rowan - Dance With Devils

9th Kiro - Mr Love Queens Choice

10th Takatoo Tokio - Paradigm Parodox

11th Otoya Ittoki - Uta no Prince-sama

11th Zen Wistaria - Snow White With The Red Hair

12th Toma - Amnesia Memories

12th Ota Kisaki - Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

13th Kagerou Shoukiin - Inu x Boku Secret Service

14th Jinnia - Radiant Tale

15th Jirou Ogasawara - Sasaki and Miyano

15th Hayato Ozaki - Nil Admirari no Tenbin

15th Himari Momochi - The Demon Prince of Momochi House

16th Baileu Ton - Phantom in the Twilight

17th Xiao - Genshin Impact

17th Lori Asahina - Brothers Conflict

17th Enomoto Mineo - Collar x Malice

19th Miyo - My Happy Marriage

22nd Yakumo Sumeragi - Scarlet Nexus

23rd Orlok - Piofiore

24th Ruki Mukami - Diabolik Lovers

24th Masaomi Asahina - Brothers Conflict

25th Baizhu - Genshin Impact

29th Chuuya Nakahara - Bungo Stray Dogs

29th Balder Hringhorni - Kamigami No Asobi

30th Diluc - Genshin Impact

May

2nd Ichiyou Higuchi - Variable Barricade

4th Tsugumi Nazar -Scarlet Nexus

5th Atsushi Nakajima - Bungo Stray Dogs

5th Shougo Ukawa - Nil Admirari no Tenbin

9th Akane Kinoshita - Loving Yamada Level 999

9th Aoi Nanamori - The Demon Prince of Momochi House

12th Mamiya Ayumu - Paradigm Parodox

13th Kaito Sumeragi - Scarlet Nexus

15th Karuta Roromiya - Inu x Boku SS

17th Leo Cavagnis - Piofiore

17th Radie - Radiant Tale

17th Impey Barbicane - Code Realize

18th Aki Myojin - Sweet Punishment

18th Gorou - Genshin Impact

21st Rosso - 100 Sleeping Princes and the Kingdom of Dreams

23rd Sosei Arakida - Stand My Hero

26th Luke Bowen - Phantom In The Twilight

28th Kaname Asahina - Brothers Conflict

June

1st Ikki - Amnesia Memories

1st Kotaro Yui - Stand My Hero

1st Arataki Itto - Genshin Impact

2nd Shiki Natsumezaka - Dance With Devils

5th Ibuki - Paradigm Parodox

5th Nagi Karman - Scarlet Nexus

6th Anubis Ma'at - Kamigami No Asobi

8th Sasazuka Takeru - Collar x Malice

9th Natsuki Shinomiya - Uta no Prince-sama

9th Syo Kurusu - Uta no Prince-sama

10th Kasane Randall - Scarlet Nexus

11th Lynette Mirror - Cupid Parasite

11th Eita Sasaki - Loving Yamada at Lv999!

14th Renshou Sorinozuka - Inu x Boku SS

15th Anne Halford - Sugar Apple Fairy Tale

17th Shuumei Sasaki - Sasaki and Miyano

19th Osamu Dazai - Bungo Stray Dogs

23rd Cyno - Genshin Impact

23rd Erika Shinohara - Wolf Girl & The Black Prince

24th Katarina Claes - My Next Life As A Villainess

25th Shirayuki - Snow White With The Red Hair

26th Shu - Bustafellows

26th Seto Narukami - Scarlet Nexus

27th Gilbert - 100 Sleeping Princes and the Kingdom of Dreams

28th Nicola Francesca - Piofiore

30th Shuichi Hishikura - Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

July

1st Gemma Garrison - Scarlet Nexus

2nd Ema Asahina - Brothers Conflict

4th Nathaniel Hawthorne - Bungo Stray Dogs

4th Kyouya Sata - Wolf Girl & Black Prince

7th Fuuto Asahina - Brothers Conflict

7th Il Fado de Rie - Cafe Enchante

7th Tomo Aizawa - Tomo-chan Is A Girl

8th Gonzaburou Tashiro - Sasaki and Miyano

9th Kaveh - Genshin Impact

7th Alice Ichijo - Scarlet Nexus

13th Mitsumori Ichiya - Variable Barricade

13th Reiji Kotobuki - Uta no Prince-sama

13th Kazu - Variable Barricade

13th Joe Sumeragi - Scarlet Nexus

16th Gill Lovecraft - Cupid Parasite

20th Tartaglia - Genshin Impact

23rd Yuma Mukami - Diabolik Lovers

24th Junichirou Tanizaki - Bungo Stray Dogs

24th Limbo - Bustafellows

26th Gilbert Redford - Piofiore

30th Michizou Tachihara - Bungo Stray Dogs

30th Rishe Imgard Wertsner - 7th Loop

August

1st Hikaru Asahina - Brothers Conflict

1st Apollon Agana Belea - Kamigami No Asobi

1st Taiga Hirano - Sasaki and Miyano

2nd Saint Germain - Code Realize

6th Tokiya Ichinose - Uta no Prince-sama

7th Toujou Hibari - Variable Barricade

8th Ignis Carbunculus - Cafe Enchante

10th Mitsunari Baba - Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

15th Louis Anjo - Magic Kyun Renaissance

16th Hanabi Ichijo - Scarlet Nexus

20th Alan Stuart - My Next Life As A Villainess

20th Geordo Stuart - My Next Life As A Villainess

22nd Vilio - Radiant Tale

23rd Tomitsuka Ryou - Paradigm Parodox

26th Victor Frankenstein - Code Realize

27th Kenji Miyazawa - Bungo Stray Dogs

29th Reiji Sakamaki - Diabolik Lovers

29th Zange Natsume - Inu x Boku SS

30th Doppo Kunikida - Bungo Stray Dogs

September

5th Yanagi Aiji - Collar x Malice

5th Zayne - Love And Deepspace

10th Maria Campbell - My Next Life As A Villainess

12th Kagero Donne - Scarlet Nexus

13th Albedo - Genshin Impact

14th Tasuku Kuresawa - Sasaki and Miyano

16th Douglas - 100 Sleeping Princes and the Kingdom of Dreams

17th Dante Falzone - Piofiore

17th Teika Ichijoji - Magic Kyun - Renaissance

17th Kasuga - Variable Barricade

17th Araki Mihaya - Paradigm Parodox

19th Yukinami - Paradigm Parodox

19th Hisui Hoshikawa - Nil Admirari no Tenbin

21st Mamoru Kishi - Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

21st Akito Yamada - Loving Yamada Lvl 999!

22nd Subaru Asahina - Brothers Conflict

23rd Dionysus Thyrsos - Kamigami No Asobi

23rd Kent - Amnesia Memories

23rd Tsuki Aoyama - Stand My Hero

28th Rindo Kaoru - Cafe Enchante

29th Ranmaru Kurosaki - Uta no Prince sama

Octomber

7th Makoto Tsuduki - Stand My Hero

10th Banri Watanuki - Inu x Boku SS

10th Luka Travers - Scarlet Nexus

15th Paschalia - Radiant Tale

16th Xavier - Love And Deepspace

18th Shu Sakamaki - Diabolik Lovers

18th Shizuru Migiwa - Nil Asmirari no Tenbin

19th Hoshino Ichika - Collar x Malice

21st Ranpo Edogawa - Bungo Stray Dogs

24th Loki Laevatein - Kamigami No Asobi

24th Arsène Lupin - Code Realize

26th Sakunosuke Oda - Bungo Stray Dogs

28th Azusa Mukami - Diabolik Lovers

29th Kaedehara Kazuha - Genshin Impact

30th Helvetica - Bustafellows

31st Cecil Aijima - Uta no Prince sama

31st Junichiro Kubota - Tomo chan is a Girl

31st L Lawliet - Death Note

November

4th Subaru from Diabolik Lovers

4th Mary Hunt - My Next Life As A Villainess

4th Kyouka Izumi - Bungo Stray Dogs

8th Ritsuka Tachibana - Dance With Devils

11th Fyodor Dostoyevsky - Bungo Stray Dogs

11th Misyr Rex - Cafe Enchante

15th Lucien - Mr Love Queens Choice

15th Karen Travers - Scarlet Nexus

17th Rem Kaginuki - Dance With Devils

20th Zafora - Radiant Tale

21st Thor Megingjard - Kamigami No Asobi

23rd Wriothesley - Genshin Impact

23rd You Hattori - Stand My Hero

28th Luke Foster - Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

30th Shin - Amnesia Memories

30th Kaeya - Genshin Impact

30th Kyoka Eden - Scarlet Nexus

December

3rd Isurugi Taiga - Variable Barricade

3rd Ukyo - Asahina - Brothers Conflict

5th Tauryu - Phantom In The Twilight

7th Gojo Satoru - Jujutsu Kaisen

7th Akiko Yosano - Bungo Stray Dogs

12th Yang - Piofiore

16th Wataru Frazer - Scarlet Nexus

17th Aoi Suminomiya - Magic Kyun Renaissance

18th Neuvillette - Genshin Impact

18th Yuu Kusakabe - Wolf Girl & Black Prince

19th Soushi Miketsukami - Inu x Boku SS

20th Isaku Senagaki - A Girl And Her Guard Dog

20th Itsuomi Nagi - Sign Of Affection

22nd Keiya Uto - A Girl And Her Guard Dog

23rd Akira Kougami - Nil Asmirari no Tenbin

24th Shiraishi Kageyuki - Collar x Malice

25th Challe Fen Challe - Sugar Apple Fairy Tale

25th Akira Kagiura - Sasaki and Miyano

25th Misa Amane - Death Note

28th Keith Claes - My Next Life As A Villainess

28th Arnold Hein - 7th Loop

29th Masato Hijirikawa - Uta no Prince sama

31st Zhongli - Genshin Impact

31st Hyuga - Paradigm Parodox

31st Tsubaki Asahina - Brothers Conflict

31st Azusa Asahina - Brothers Conflict

[00bamc]

magnificently cursed

summary: lost lovers reunited. you love him, he loves you but your hand has been promised to another.

“Oh, goddamn! my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine but it's been promised to another. Oh, I can't stop you putting roots in my dreamland. My house of stone, your ivy grows, and now I'm covered in you.”

pairing: benedict bridgerton x reader

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You were ill of pretenses. 

“You should smile more.”

And you were sick of James Brooke's sanctimonious behavior. 

“Perhaps, you should keep your unwanted judgment to yourself.”

You saw the glint of amusement in his forest eyes at the malice in your tone. The grip of his fingers on your waist tightens as he spins you around, the luxurious collar diamond around your neck sparkling under the warm undertones of the candlelight - an embodiment of Lord Brook's filial loyalty. The warmth of his broad chest against your back feels suffocating, like a hand gripping your throat, impeding you from freely breathing.

“Smile,” his hot breath tickles your neck, and with every ticking beat the urge to get out of his grip and run away becomes more wanton, regardless, the urgency in his tone keeps you in place. The corner of your lips raises in a practiced charming smile, eyes glinting with false happiness. Somehow there is a sort of trust and loyalty between you. 

Two halves of the same farce.

A perfect scheme orchestrated for the woman with the penetrating stare standing in one corner of the grand ballroom.

Lady Laurence has always been a woman of strong character, a widower who gained her reputation and wealth with blood, tears, and sweat.

A childless woman who put all her hopes on you.

Her gaze doesn't waver for you, even when she takes her time to bow to Lady Cowper and other irritating ladies of the Ton - a complete sense of ridiculousness in her behavior.  A genuine chuckle escapes your lips. Of course, would Lady Laurence relish in the begrudged stares in a proud stance of chin raised, frail shoulders leaned back, and a pleasing yet mocking smile curving in her thin lips.

A clear portrait of victory. 

“Isn't Lady Laurence a force to be reckoned with?” James' deep voice takes you out of your observations, and at the compass of the waltz, you turn around, faces close to each other.

You have to admit that your betrothed is a sight to behold. Underneath the golden shower of the candelabrum, he resembles all the Greek sculptures you are always fascinated to admire in the art galleries around Europe. Your gaze follows with artistic fascination the cupid bow of his slightly chapped lips, the freckles on his tall nose because of all the hunting trips in the countryside, and the strand of rich blond hair falling carelessly on his forehead. 

He looks so much like the child who used to chase you around your countryside house backyard. A dear friend. A brother chose beyond blood. A victim of your Machiavellian plans. 

“A woman to be afraid of.”

He laughs, yet, an unspoken sadness resides heavenly in his eyes. As if the mere sight of your aunt's watchful stance reminds him of the truth and the unpaid debts of the past - about the tormented heart of the beautiful and elegant woman watching in some place of the ballroom.

Hands fidgeting. Longing gazes.

Two hearts broken. Two hands bloody. 

You wish to tell him all your regrets and apologies. You hope that he can see it in the trembling of your hands, the shame you hide in the bow of your head at the end of the dance, and the avoidance of her gaze. The woman he calls out in dreams, the one that has been banished in the eyes of his family. The daughter of a merchant, who is not enough for a man of his position. His true love. 

Selfish girl. The voice of your wickedness whispers, but are you that selfish when love is the root of your decisions?

Immediately, you search for the figure of the object of all your affections. Your mother's-tired smile sends a pang of hurt to your heart as she dismisses the help of Penelope's Featherington to serve her a glass of fresh lemonade sitting on the refreshment table. You let go of James' arm, rushing to her side while sending a grateful smile to Penelope. The girl returns it without a single word, and you are more than thankful for her lack of mention of the faltering strength of your mother to do a simple task. 

“Mama, let me help you with this.” You say while taking the glass off her hands. Her only response is a gentle touch on your back. Motherly and soothing. 

“Mr. Bridgerton has been watching you all night.” 

You halt your movements abruptly, a bit of the lemonade spilling on the table, leaving a faint stain on the elegant tablecloth. Still, you chose to remain silent, convincing yourself that the knot in your throat at the mention of him is not the reason. 

You extend the glass, and she takes it with fragile and trembling fingers. 

For a brief moment, you tell yourself that you don't care if Mr. Bridgerton has been gazing at you all night, that it doesn't matter how the image of his cerulean eyes burns in your mind, how much you long for his touch, and how a single glimpse of him again could set your miserable heart in flames.

There is no more room for foolish dreams and aspirations, or dirtied dresses and paint-stained hands. There is no acceptance for sneaking around in places a lady like yourself never must dare to go, and Aunt Carol pleading your case for you to be in a place where a woman is not meant to be. 

No more being an impostor. No more being a failure. No more him.

The fire inside you extinguished at the realization of your mediocrity—the reason for all your endurance in this pretense of shy smiles and lovesick gazes. 

As you take a deep breath, you realize that you have been fidgeting all this time with the ring placed on your hand, your fingertips tracing the shape of the jewelry while a bittersweet smile curves on your lips. You remember seeing it in much stronger and larger hands. Rough palms covered in charcoal. Long fingers holding a brush in between them. 

You do this for him. 

“You know, my dear, Mr. Bridgerton always reminds me of him,” your mother's face melts with love at the thought of your father like it always does when she thinks of him. The memories feel like weapons because, after all these years, the tomb would not close, and the pain is still the same. 

His ghost still haunts you to this day. You wonder which is more painful. 

“Mama-”

“He is watching you now, dear.”

It takes all the bravery in your bones to raise your gaze. Blue eyes meet yours and for a brief stolen moment, time halts.  The chattering and the string quartet playing are replaced by the sound of your own frantic beating heart. 

You are foolish. All these months of lying to yourself about that magical summer night, just for the mere sight of him to take all your breath away. In his eyes, you still see the ghost of his desire, the same dark spark full of passion that you saw that warm night in June. It brings all back to motion. The lingers of his touch on your skin, the burning pleasure that consumed you from the insides, and the intoxicating taste of his mouth that keeps you awake on the loneliest nights. So sinful, so vibrant, so sweet.

He has ruined you, is the bitter realization you come to. He has ruined you from other men. 

Eloise at his side, dressed in a signature blue sparkly gown, touches his arm, yet, his magnetizing eyes don't waver from you.  Does he see it? How his ivy has covered all your stoned heart, covering you.

“Miss Laurence,” you feel the familiar touch of rough fingers on the naked skin of your elbow. You raised your head encountering James's pitiful eyes. His touch is meant to be comforting and tender as if he was trying to pick up a wounded animal, but it only crescents the pressure in your chest. Has breathing always been a difficult task?

He is here with you, but his eyes are not the ones you want to gaze at on your loneliest nights. 

“Benedict!”

You heard it before you saw it. The collective gasp of the mama and her daughters. The high pitching of Eloise's voice, the crack of glass, and the soft call of your name coming from your mother's tinted lips. You see the desperation and fury in his gaze. The shredded glass on his feet and the gold ricochet of the champagne mixing with the maroon liquid staining his hands. 

How poetical.

Four hearts were broken. Four hands bloody. 

He takes a menacing step toward you. A forbidden question in his eyes. 

“Excuse me for a second, Lord Brooke,” you know it's time to go, “Mama.”

You don't wait for the answer. Doe eyes and a sweet smile are enough armor for you to flee from the scene in a desperate attempt to bury the past - silhouette disappears behind the open doors leading to Lady Danbury's Garden. 

The night sky's dull black, accompanied by the coldness of the air on your flushed skin brings a false sense of peace that you haven't felt in months. You relished in the feeling, even when the murmurs and vivid music coming from inside the ballroom, sounds like a mocking requiem of your misery. 

You close your eyes for a moment. 

But you should have known better.

Whatever you stray, he follows. 

“I knew I will find you here.”

You stay rotten to your spot, helplessly hearing the sound of his footsteps coming closer, the warmth of his body near you followed by the touch of callous fingers, bringing forth a tarnished incandescent glow. “Do you despise me so much that you refuse to see me?”  

With words pathetically stuck in your throat, and weak sudden courage running in your veins, you turn towards him. “Mr. Bridgerton,” you acknowledge with a curtsy bow, hands shaking at your sides. “It is a pleasure to see you again.” 

Slowly, you raise your fearful eyes to look him in the eye, feeling a sudden shyness engulfing you.

He is a sight for sore eyes. You decide at that moment as you watch how the strands of chestnut hair fall over his forehead as the wind blows and how his opal eyes seem so vibrant under the moonlight, that Benedict Bridgerton has the air of a true muse. A man incapable of being forgotten. A lover whose memory will always haunt the women who have spent the night in his arms. 

“You did not answer my question. Do you despise me so much that you refuse to see me?”

It is almost natural the course of your actions. The soft cloth of your handkerchief goes directly to the open wound in his large palm, crimson red staining the initials of your family's name embroidered in golden thread. The silence is excruciating, but what answer can you give him? So you decide to remain silent, enjoying the glimpse of the unrequited love you gave away. 

Benedict's hands are cold against yours. Elegant fingers gripping the ones with the silver gentleman's ring.

“Is this his ring?” The darkness in his tone sends a cold shiver down your spine. “I thought you were going to refuse his hand,” He breathes out, hands abruptly letting go of yours. “That night you told me you were going to refuse his hand, and tonight I found you giving him the privilege of your company. What is the meaning of this?”

You let out a shaky breath, “I changed my mind, my lord.'' The words leave behind a bitter taste. You want to scream how he took the vanity of you and your foolish dreams about his love. “I decided to reconsider, and decided to do the best for my family and me.”

“The best for your family? Marrying him is the best for you?” 

The disdain in his voice makes your blood boil. 

“I think that is not of your concern.”

He recoils at the aggression in your voice. 

“Not of my concern? Do you think it is not of my concern after that night?” 

The air around you change for a second. The crescendo when souls intertwine and hearts connect in a way meant to never be separated again lingers in your memories. If he remembers it all too well, why didn't he act when there was time? 

You cannot hide the resentment in your answer. “My lips have been shut, Mr. Bridgerton. You don't have to worry about your family's honor and reputation being ruined.”

“And what about you? Your honor? Your value?”

“Soon, I will be a married woman, and I assure you, my lord, my husband will not care about the meaningless whispers.” 

You wait for the morbid satisfaction that the fallen expression on his beautiful face would bring.

It never comes. 

“So, you would go through this?” the bend of your head and cryptic silence is enough to answer. An expression of incredulity passes through his face before he lets out a deep sardonic laugh. “And what about your art? You cannot simply abandon all your aspirations for this nonsense.”

You raise your head, taking a turn to look perplexed. Something you later will identify as disappointment touches your heart. 

“I told you already, My Lord. The big masterpiece will never come.”

“So, this is what you are going to do? Marry that man for his wealth.” there is venom in his tone that feels foreign on his tongue. The burn-in of his opal eyes and the twist of his beautiful factions in a scowl leaves you speechless for a second. “I never thought you would be so frivolous, and cold-hearted.”

You see red.

“You have no right to judge my choices!”

You tell yourself that not a single tear should fall in front of him.

“I am speaking for what I see, Miss Laurence.”

“You speak from your selfishness.”

“My selfishness?” True confusion shines in his eyes.

Of course, a man like him could never understand. 

“Yes. You cannot possibly understand what is for me and what is expected.” Your lips tremble as you speak, and you can hear it again.

An invisible clock ticking in your ear. The sound of the sand quickly hitting on the other side of the glass. 

“You are making yourself a martyr. You know damn well, as I do, that you are one of the more talented artists I have the pleasure of meeting, so I don't -”

“Talent is not genius, Benedict.” the boom of your voice silences him. The call of his first name appeased the unjust fury burning in his gaze. “I have talent but it is not enough. I want-” you swallow down the knot in your throat, “I need to be great or nothing. I am not going to be an impostor and a mediocre if I could not be the great artist I always wanted to be. I won't do it.” 

The resignation and despair in your voice are unable to hide. And you don't want to, because of all the people, you always thought that the kind man with a soul of an artist would be the one to be able to just comprehend. 

Benedict doesn't say anything. His eyes are fixed on every inch of your face.

“I am a woman. I don't have the same liberties as you. I don't have the free will to go around and try to take chances if I am not good enough.” The laughter and mocking stares still follow you every time you dare to stand in front of a canvas.  “And I just realized that I simply wasn't.” You think back to a trashed art room full of childish dreams. “As a woman, I do not have a way to make my way in the art world, not when I am not the genius, I need to be for me to succeed, and even if I do, the money I could make would never be enough to support myself and my mother.”

Your mother's face flashes in your head. Her pale face, and fragile hands help you to style your hair for tonight's ball. Her false reassurance that she is okay, that you must have seen wrong about the way she barely tries to catch her breath when she walked the short length of the stairs. The weakness of her limbs, and how the simple task of raising a spoon to feed herself seems to exhaust her more and more each day that passes. 

“As a woman, I am not allowed the luxury to choose. I need security. I need to look out for the people I love. So don't stand there judging my decision, and calling me cold-hearted when I am only trying to look for myself. Marriage might not be an economical proposition or a place of security for you but certainly is for me.”

You are not able to hold back anymore the sorrow of your soul, sapphire tears finally fall down your cheeks. Benedict's face softens, regrets soaping for his pores at your stance. He takes cautious steps, one hand reaching for your face as tender fingers brush away the salty river. Pathetically, you lean down your cheek against his palm.

“I deeply apologize. I have been cruel in my accusation. I know you are angry and have every reason to be.” You let out a shaky breath the gentleness of his tone. “But I would not retract about the supposed selfishness you accused me to possess. Where does it leave me in your plans? What about what I feel?

Your voice breaks and you whisper. “And what exactly do you feel, Benedict?”

His lips remain shut, even when his eyes reflect the hidden galaxy, he is so desperate to guard. Instead, his attention returns to the silver ring on your left hand. 

The words fall from your lips carelessly, offering explanations he doesn't deserve. “This is my father's ring. He didn't have any son to inherit it. He gave it to me the night he passed away.”

A smile of sadness and comprehension draws on his face. 

“Do you love him?”

“No, but I could do it if I try.”

Both of you know that is a lie. 

“Don't marry him.” The grief is visible in his plea. “Don't submit the both of us to this torture, please.”

“Why?” You take a step back from him, backing away from his alluring scent. 

“You know the reason why.”

With the condescending in his tone, you let out a bitter laugh. After all this time and all these feelings, he still cannot admit it.

“I have loved you for a very long time, Benedict Bridgerton. I assure you; you are an unforgettable man. But I would not throw away a secure future for me and my mother for a man who is unable to admit what he feels.” 

You see the exact moment your words ignite a dangerous fire inside him, and soon the cold and lonely air of the night is replaced by the fervent heat of his lips. The ardent touch of his hands around your waist, gripping it as if you were his lifeline. You feel again the passion and desire buzzing in every part of your body. The urgency and all the unspoken promises claimed in a starry night where you gifted him your innocence with a heart full of tender love. Unarmed, you surrender to his touch, and just for a wicked moment, you melt between his arms. Hands grasping at his strong shoulders, inhaling his masculine scent, and enjoying the sweet taste of the champagne in his mouth.

For a short moment of loss of judgment, you found yourself praying to the sky for a chance to stay forever in this beautiful lavender haze.

Foolish dreams of a woman in love.

The gold rush is not enough.

You let go of him slowly and painfully, catching a glimpse of disheveled hair and swollen red lips.

He is beautiful under the moonlight. 

Benedict notices your intentions, quickly gripping your hand before you slip away from him and towards a place he couldn't reach anymore.

“At least let me have a final dance with you.”

Your heart doesn't allow you to say no.

You will have one last dance with the man you love, even when both of your hands are tied. 

[blissfullyapillow]

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Notes: Angst with a good ending, extremely self indulgent, mentions of depression, toxic individuals, a toxic relationship, & past trauma, have a lovely rest of your day everyone <33

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“What do you…”

Xiao’s usually at a loss for words, it’s pretty common honestly.

Although, he finally felt like he was able to find strength in his voice through the time he spent by your side. The gentle way you combed your fingers through his hair, and the way you would always stand up for him when he couldn’t stand up for himself.

Honestly, he’d grown quite fond of you. Enough to say he loves you, which encompasses everything about you.

The good, the bad, and the ugly.

So why are you looking at him with no emotion in your eyes?

Why did you spew all those hurtful words...

You don’t love him anymore? You need space?

You…

You’re tired of his negativity?

Xiao knows he isn’t the most… positive individual. Honestly, he only just learned to stop his pessimistic thoughts in their tracks and change them into positive ones.

You were the one who encouraged this change.

So why are you rolling your eyes at him? Because he can’t speak?

Xiao attempts to open his mouth, but only a pitiful sound escapes; his throat constricts and it feels like he can’t get enough air into his lungs.

Your beautiful figure begins to blur as his eyes well with…

Tears.

When was the last time he felt so broken? Even in his darkest of hours, he refused to let a single tear shed from his lifeless eyes. And yet, here he is, the Vigilant Yaksha, an illuminated adepti, crying over a silly mortal.

The same silly mortal who promised to protect his heart and be his safe space.

The same silly mortal who now scoffs, a foreign tone of detest in your voice.

“Honestly, you’re so pathetic. You were always worried about “not being good enough” for me, and you had every right to be. I was interested in a relationship with you, so I approached you and went out of my way to be nice to you. Clearly I shouldn’t have bothered, since this was the result. What a waste of my time.” Your words slice through the air and create a constricting collar of malice around his neck. He was already struggling to breathe, but now it’s borderline impossible. 

A gasp escapes him as he falls to his knees, and the tears escape the confines of his lashes. 

What did he do wrong? He came to you whenever you called, no matter where you were. He sought you out, pushed himself out of his comfort zone, and even interacted with your friends that he didn’t like, all to see that ethereal smile upon your face.

So why is a sneer the only thing he sees on those pretty lips?

As you begin to walk away, Xiao rises and wills himself to take a step towards you. The everlasting pain of his karmic debt is more bearable than the heartbreak you’re inflicting upon his frail heart.

“Name… wait!”

Xiao hates this.

This isn’t like him, to chase after a mortal so desperately. If you wish to leave, he should let you. Honestly, as you said, he doesn’t deserve you nor will he ever. Even so, he longs to be graced with the sound of your melodious laughter carried upon the blissful breeze. He wants to watch over you through the night, protecting not only Liyue, but his heart.

He wants you to trip over air, just so he can catch you and act like you’re an inconvenience, when in reality he’ll catch you a hundred times if it means you’ll fall safely into his arms.

“Name.. please, why… why now? Did you not care for me this whole time? Did you… do you not love me?”

Oh, Xiao hates this.

He hates the way his voice pathetically cracks as he watches your figure stop in the distance. He wills his feet to move forward, although it feels like they’re being weighed down by cor lapis.

He finally trudges close enough, close enough to reach out to you.

Only for you to slap his hand away.

“Seriously? You’re so needy and clingy. I did like you, Xiao. I loved you, no, I do love you, but… honestly, you don’t deserve me. I know my worth, but clearly you don’t. I’ve done so much for you, yet you can’t even be grateful enough to see that. We’re done. I’ll never utter your filthy name from my lips again.” With that, Xiao’s heart shatters as you swivel around and walk away.

Out of his life, forever.

If Xiao were in the right state of mind, he’d realize your words held little truth to them.

In reality, he was the one who put forth most of the effort in your relationship.

He was the one who would drop everything and heed your beck and call.

He made sure he was your safe space, and a shoulder you can cry on.

He went out of his way to bring you gifts he knew you’d love, and he always asked to spend more time with you despite his awkward nature.

You were the one who could go days without talking to him, and see nothing of it.

You were the one who noticed the stiff way his shoulders tensed around your friends, truly uncomfortable, yet you made little effort to ensure his comfort.

You were the one to ridicule him and ignite his insecurities when he was clumsy and awkward in bed, as it was supposed to be the first time for both of you.

You promised to guide him, yet you were often at a loss for words. Instead, you offered words that fed his already overflowing cup of anxiety.

You were the one who expressed annoyance at his cycles of depression and told him he needs to “ just get over it already.”

You were the one who blamed him for things he truly had no responsibility over, as you were the sole cause of the blunder, yet his fragile heart was the one to bear the pain of your mistakes.

You…

He loves you.

He loves you so much…

No, he loved you.

An anguished cry escapes Xiao’s lips, and his body shudders under the weight of his own sobs. This entire situation is his fault.

If only he could have loved you in the way you deserved.

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At first, the heartache was unbearable.

Xiao felt utterly devastated as he replayed past events in his mind.

What could he have done better? Does he regret being with you? Does he regret loving you?

Honestly, the anguish still resides within him, but it’s slowly dying.

Now, it becomes the fuel to the flames of his rage.

Oh, how he hates you.

How insecure you made him feel.

How you acted like his problems were his own, and in part they were, although you wouldn’t hesitate to seek him out for advice on your own issues.

How you often chose your friends over him, and made sure to let him know you’d rather prioritize your friends over him lest you experience another heartbreak like in the past.

How you created a misunderstanding between you, him, and his friends, due to your choice of wording, yet refused to take responsibility and instead put the blame on him. He was forced to carry this blame, and you labeled him “toxic” for putting you in that predicament when it truly was the result of your own careless words.

Honestly, what did he see in you?

Why did he stay with you for so long?

Xiao’s lips quiver, and he grits his teeth as more tears flow out of him. It’s almost as if his soul is crying, and it can no longer hold back the dam of emotions that’s been overflowing for some time. Your treatment of him dug up horrid experiences of the past, memories he’d rather forget. 

He really only has himself to blame.

He believed you loved him.

He listened to your words when your actions relayed the opposite meaning.

He tends to call others “incompetent,” “weak,” and “foolish,” when in reality he was the foolish one all along.

Xiao’s rage threatens to consume him as his false Anemo vision sways against his hip with his rough and erratic movements. As he slays more monsters, he feels a part of himself heal in some twisted way.

The fact that he’s able to feel angry is not only freeing, but refreshing.

It’s the first step to feeling like himself again.

…

Whoever that may be.

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

More time passes.

Xiao’s anger slowly quells to a burning candle lit flame, albeit it can be ignited into a raging forest fire with mere words.

Xiao meets a few other individuals.

The first one, he noticed something off about them, but he decided to give them the benefit of the doubt despite his well placed mistrust in others.

Too bad it backfired and he had to cut them off when they started to become a bit too… pushy and opinionated about his life choices. They even claimed to know things about him that were untrue, all to satiate their grotesque arrogance and inflated ego.

The next individual wasn’t nearly as bad, although they were very unmotivated. They were eager to learn, but a third party got involved. They claimed to enact retribution on Xiao and spewed hate upon him solely for trying to become closer to their treasured friend.

That situation displayed obvious attachment issues that Xiao does not have the energy to waste on.

Most recently, a person he continuously ignored and only saw as a newfound acquaintance so desperately kept seeking him out despite claiming to only see him as a friend.

It escalated to the point where they started pushing his boundaries and questioning his motives. They were hardly considered a friend, and they were most certainly not a lover. 

So, Xiao cut another person out of his life. 

…

It’s miraculous how utterly dumb cupid can be.

Xiao sighs as he studies his trusted polearm, currently splayed across his lap. 

As he looks up to the moon illuminating the balcony of Wangshu Inn, a soft smile finds its way upon his luscious lips.

Although his previous experiences were quite painful or downright annoying, he’s grateful for them all. He would not be who he is today without them; with a renewed sense of self and purpose.

Too bad you couldn’t love him the way he deserved to be loved. 

Honestly, he’s almost glad it all happened.

… well,

It could’ve gone a bit differently, but whatever. Nothing in his life likes to spare punches.

And although he would love to find someone to remain by his side, he knows he’s perfectly content being alone with himself.

Who knows how much time he’ll have left to himself anyway, with a traveler and their pesky companion occasionally calling his name. He can find companionship in another form, with people who genuinely appreciate him, even if they may not always understand him.

Even if he does end up traveling a solitary path for the rest of his days, he’s content with that.

For he will remain true to himself, uncompromising, and unyielding.

[onyourowndaisymae]

collar x malice masterlist

how the collar x malice boys would react to you kissing all over their face (main cast + yoshinari)

random collar x malice headcanons (main cast)

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Rant Masterlist ~

Other pieces of media will be added in time. All future rants will be on movies, games, and anime. You can request topics!! Request rules and other masterlists are here.

Ghibli Movies + Other Films

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My Neighborhood Totoro

Fuck my Life

Four year old Mei and her ten year old sister, Satsuki, moves to a small town with their dad. They discover the wonders of the home and the land around, meeting Totoro and friends. Throughout the movie, the sisters struggle to be close through their fears of losing their mother who is ill in the hospital.

Howl's Moving Castle

Made me a Simp

Sophie is an eighteen year old orphan who owns a hat shop passed down by her father. One day, Sophie runs into Howl and a new world is opened to them when a jaded witch curses her to be a ninety year old woman. To reverse the curse, Sophie embarks on a journey upon Howl's Moving Castle.

Princess Mononoke

I Found my Ideal Man and Dream Milf

A feral demon boar attacks the village of Ashitaka, the young warrior prince. With his own strengths, Ashitaka single-handedly killed the boar. However, in the process he gets cursed to die via a fatal wound on his arm. Ashitaka must travel west to learn more of the demon and this curse.

Through his journey, he meets San, the princess of the wolves, and her battles against Iron Town.

KIKI'S DELIEVERY SERVICE, PONYO, CASTLE IN THE SKY + SUZUME *IN PROGRESS*

Collar x Malice

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General Summary:

This Otome game features a dystopian Shinjuku, Tokyo where under threat of a terrorist organization, citizens are forced under lockdown and given easy access to firearms. No more can normal civilians tell friend from foe. Crime runs rampant and distrust of the police grows. Especially as there are no conclusions to the 'X-Day' incidents.

Adonis has started a countdown to the rebirth of Japan. It began in May when four officers were kidnapped and murdered the following month on livestream (IX). Now, approaching 0 in December, you get to venture into this twisted world as rookie cop, Ichika Hoshino. Who is kidnapped on her way home, and forcibly collared.

Can you navigate the cases?

~ links ~

Y'all Don't Understand (I'm obsessed)

Thoughts on Ichika Hoshino and Kazuki

Ponytail and Stalkers

Thoughts on Okazaki Kei and Shiraishi Kageyuki

The Coffin of Andy and Leyley

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COMING SOON

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TickleTober 2023 Masterlist

Happy Tickletober2023 everyone! :D I've made a masterlist for the event! :D

Full Masterlist

Day 1: Anticipation (SK8: Lee!Langa, Reki, Ler!Joe)

Day 2: Accidental (Collar x Malice: Lee!Ichika, Ler!Kei)

Day 3: Cuddles (Demon Slayer: Switches!Obamitsu)

Day 4: Weak Spot (Hell's Paradise: Lee!Chobe, Ler!Toma)

Day 5: "I'm Not Ticklish" (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Lee!Abbachio, Lers!Mista, Narancia)

Day 6: Chase (Jujutsu Kaisen: Lee!Gojo, Ler!Utahime)

Day 7: Flustered (Tokyo Revengers: Lee!Chuuya, Ler!Baji)

Day 8: Truth (Moriarty The Patriot: Lee!Sherlock, Ler!William)

Day 9: Lie (Buddy Daddies: Lee!Miri, Lers!Kazuki, Rei)

Day 10: Ghost (Demon Slayer: Lers!TenRenMitsu)

Day 11: Squeal (Black Clover: Lee!Leopold, Ler!Yuno)

Day 12: Bites/Nibbles (Bungo Stray Dogs: Lee!Dazai, Ler!Chuuya)

Day 13: Sneak Attack (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet: Lee!Grusha, Lers!Rika, Iono)

Day 14: Soft (Hell's Paradise: Lee!Yui, Ler!Gabimaru)

Day 15: Tickle Fight (My Hero Academia: Switches!Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki)

Day 16: Unusual Spot (Demon Slayer: Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Day 17: Interrogation (Spy x Family: Lee!Loid, Lers!Anya, Yor)

Day 18: Magic (Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun: Lee!Hanako, Ler!Nene)

Day 19: Arms Up (Blue Lock: Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Nagi)

Day 20: Relentless (Chainsaw Man: Lee!Aki, Lers!Denji, Power)

Day 21: New Discovery (Code Realize: Lee!Lupin, Lers!Cardia, Impey)

Day 22: Ticklish Kiss (Pokemon Scarlet and Violet: Lee!Brassius, Ler!Hassel)

Day 23: Incoherent (Vinland Saga: Lee!Thorfinn, Ler!Einar)

Day 24: Pinned (Hell's Paradise: Lee!Yuzuriha, Ler!Sagiri)

Day 25: Gang Tickles (Haikyuu!!: Lee!Semi, Lers!Tendou, Shirabu, Goshiki)

Day 26: Counting (Blue Lock: Lee!Isagi, Ler!Bachira)

Day 27: Hysterical (Dr Stone: Lee!Senku, Ler!Gen)

Day 28: Massage (Bungo Stray Dogs: Lee!Atsushi, Ler!Akutagawa)

Day 29: Wake Up! (Blue Lock: Lee!Nagi, Lers!Barou, Chigiri)

Day 30: Caught (Jujutsu Kaisen: Lee!Nobara, Ler!Maki)

Day 31: Aftercare (Fruits Basket: Lee!Tohru, Ler!Kyo)

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Otome Games Masterlist

Hi,Welcome to my Otome obsession phase! 🦋

Olympia Soirée Review 💮

Piofiore Review 🔫

Collar X Malice Review 📌

Cupid Parasite Preview 🧁

Even If Tempest Review 🔮

(Links to Reviews will be added as I write them after finishing the games or starting new ones)

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day 9 - collaring

nct 1.1k words gender neutral reader insert Reader x Ten Lee NSFW

🖤 warnings: morning sex! cat-based nicknames, shenanigans, bruising/marking, i love ten very very much 🖤

kinktober masterlist

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It just makes him look pretty.

That was the agreement, after a few different kinds of sessions using the collar. Actually to hold him in place and move him around with force? Not super convenient, and kind of painful for him in a way that isn't very sexy. For pet play, like actual animal stuff? Weirded him out after a few minutes, no matter how much he likes kitty-based nicknames.

But as an accessory, for some power play stuff and teasing and other assorted games? Perfect.

And he does look so pretty.

It's a pretty standard kink collar, just black leather and silver fixings. He'd taken it, though, the day it arrived to paint on some customization: an eye and some intricate patterns that he insists make up a flower but you think look more like tangled headphone wires. And a number 10, of course.

"I need to grab another water," Ten tells you.

It's only round, like, three, and he's already dehydrated. Punk-ass.

"Fine," you say, rolling dramatically onto your back.

He might be wearing the collar and a chain leash to boot, but with the number of bruises and bites that protest from your legs and back as you stretch, you think that you're actually the one who's owned, here.

The two of you have been going at it all morning, a rare case of both of you waking up more horny than hungry, so that's the only thing you have on. You, the bruises, and him, the collar and leash. You'd insisted that he put it on, even in his half-awake haze.

It's just so pretty.

Ten stands up and heads for the door, and you glance down at the end of the leash, still in your hand.

Seems like he's completely forgotten he has it on. You sit silently, biting back your laughter, until he gets around the corner and the leash pulls taut. There's a surprised noise, and then a pause, and then Ten reappears looking sheepish and amused.

"I'm gonna just unhook this," he says, reaching for the lobster clasp on the leash.

"No!" you whine.

"Then let go of the leash."

"What if you run away?" you muse. "Imagine the Missing Cat posters."

"You wouldn't."

"I would, and you know that."

He just fixes you with a glare, no malice behind it whatsoever despite his best efforts. You do drop the leash, though.

It trails behind him as he leaves the room, clinking against the wooden veneer flooring. The fridge doors opens, and shuts, and then he comes clinking back. Once he's in view again, you just hold out your hand.

"What?" he asks, cracking the water bottle for himself.

"Leash."

"You can come get it," he scoffs.

"That involves standing."

"And?"

"And as a bottom, I refuse."

"Just because you bottomed doesn't mean you're A Bottom," he replies.

Picky, picky. "Fine. Then as a person laying down, I refuse to stand up, since you're already standing. Leash."

Ten must really like you, because he scoops up the handle end of the leash from the ground and places it none too gently into your waiting hand. If he was a kitty with a tail, it would be twitching in annoyance at you.

"Thanks."

"Pest."

He drops gracefully back onto the mattress beside you, though, so he can't be too mad.

"How hard d'you think it would be..." you muse.

"Uh oh."

"...to get you to bruise in the shape of that collar?"

Ten loops a finger through one of the O-rings on the front of the accessory. "Sounds painful."

"You gave me like six hundred bruises. I wanna return the favor."

"I dunno..."

You wrap the chain around your hand a few times, taking away the slack on the leash and giving yourself easier access to the collar itself. Ten rolls his eyes as you tug gently on the leash, pulling the collar and making the leather press more insistently into his neck. Nothing that would hurt him, of course, especially since he's showing some doubt. But enough to get your point across.

"I'll take the leash off if you're done," you say. "But I think it'd be fun."

Ten leans away from you, making the collar pull even tighter.

"I do like bruises."

"You do," you agree.

"And I like you."

"You do?"

He reaches out to swat at you. "Surprisingly, yes."

You've gone three rounds already, but your refractory period is pretty good, and while Ten likes to take his time, you think you can coax him into some more. You're already getting a little riled at the idea of marking up his gorgeous throat. You can't help it, you're bitey.

"Lemme throw the water bottle in the recycling and we can talk about it," Ten says.

But when he goes to get up, you take a risk. You don't let go of the leash.

He doesn't choke, or anything, but he does stop short, sitting there upright as the leather digs into his neck and keeps him from getting any farther away. He glances at you.

You swallow. His eyes are blown wide, and he looks so-

"Can I...?"

He nods.

You give a firm pull on the leash, and he groans, light and pretty.

Earlier on when you'd tried this, back when you first got the collar, Ten hadn't been too keen on the discomfort (and, to be fair, pain, kink-induced sexy pain) that came with this kind of play. You'd barely tried it. But something seems to have changed.

"Is this okay?" you ask.

"You wanted a bruise, didn't you?" he replies.

It's not very sexy, the way you all but tackle him back to the mattress with a kiss. You remedy it quickly, though, one hand going to the O-ring to tug on the collar yourself, cutting out the middleman of the long chain leash, and the other hand going to Ten's half-hard cock.

"Can I really?" you ask, breathless.

Ten takes your lower lip between his teeth, biting playfully. "You don't trust me to say if it's too much?"

"I do," you answer as best you can.

"Then go ahead."

His skin is so flawless, golden-toned but pale from hours indoors, and he's got just the most delightful long, graceful neck. It was such a no-brainer to get him the collar, on aesthetics alone. And this is better than you'd imagined: the opportunity to use the damn thing to give him some lasting marks, to make him think about it - and you - even after he takes it off.

You grin down at him indulgently. "Okay, kitty cat, let's see how many times I can make you cum before this is over."

[chaosangel767]

Hello Darlings ❤

After an almost year long break, I think I am back. 2023 stole me away but I am hoping to become more active again.

I plan on updating my masterlists, clearing my requests and posting a new tag list link here soon. So expect more posts from me over the next few weeks as I have a lot to catch up on.

I am still planning on writing for all the fandoms I used too, but as I also haven't been keeping up with the games either, I need to get back into those and get my bearing.

My current Fandoms

Ikemen Revolution

Ikemen Prince

Ikemen Vampire

Court of Darkness

Obey Me

I am planning on adding new fandoms too. I have been collecting otomes on Steam and the switch and am carving out some time to play those.

The games I have are

Cafe Enchante

Piofiore

Collar x Malice

Code Realize

Doppleganger (Tempus)

Steam Prison

Nightshade

Psychedelica of the Ashen Hawk,

Psychedelica of the Black Butterfly

These are the ones I remember, and as I read them I may add them to my Fandom lists so keep an eye out. Feel free to let me know some other good otomes for me to read.

I am currently only open to asks and chats. It will be a bit before I open to requests.

Have a great day and I'll talk to you soon

❤ Chaya