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group of little girls who come together for playdates where they enact incredibly disturbing & elaborate narratives with their barbie dolls

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the little girl that kept breaking all the barbie dolls so she can’t come over anymore

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The goth little girl’s older (and gother) sister and her posse performing satanic rituals in the attic to get revenge on all the popular kids at school.

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REAL AS HELL ❗❗❗

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Pokemon Heritage Post

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Got A Lil Sugar: Chapter 24

Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader

Words: 4236

Synopsis: You come to a much-needed realisation about your life now; and another new face comes to town

Warnings: Talk of weight gain, reference to past child abuse

When you and Cait finally emerged from the bedroom corridor, you were blissfully following along behind Cait as she held your hand. You couldn’t control your dopey smile as Cait led you back into the living room, popped you onto the couch, and took your tea to warm back up.

The difference in your mood was definitely noticeable.

Your shoulders were no longer quite so tense; the uncertainty that had clouded your expression earlier had faded considerably, replaced by something softer and more familiar; a genuine smile spread across your cheeks, brightening your face.

The living room itself had descended into a sort of controlled chaos. Powder was sitting upside-down on the sofa across from the large one you were seated on, Ekko next to her, his arm resting over her stomach.

“You’re back,” Powder announced.

Cait picked up her own mug of tea, taking both of yours to the kitchen area and placing them in the microwave to heat up. “We weren’t gone long; we were making up your room.”

Vi smiled at you, then paused. She was clearly taking in your more relaxed expression, your at-ease posture. She glanced over to Cait, then back to you, then back to Cait.

From the kitchen, the blue-haired woman gave her Wife a small, secret wink.

Vi immediately understood, her grin widening, which she quickly hid behind her hand.

You, thankfully, missed the entire exchange. Because you were being cornered by Powder.

“Okay,” she declared, shifting into a more upright position against her boyfriend. “Now that you’ve recovered from meeting me-”

“I wasn’t recovering,” you denied.

“You absolutely were.”

Vi put in, “Powder…”

“I’m very overwhelming.”

“That’s so true,” Ekko said.

Powder gasped dramatically. “Traitor.”

A soft laugh escaped you. The nervousness from earlier hadn’t vanished entirely, but it no longer felt overwhelming.

The penthouse suddenly felt familiar again.

The introduction had happened, the scary part was over.

And now, with the initial shock behind you, you could actually focus on getting to know Vi’s little sister and her boyfriend.

Powder, meanwhile, had apparently decided she already liked you. “So, Y/N, Vi’s told us nothing useful about you.”

Vi rolled her eyes.

“Come on, spill. Tell us everything. Dogs or cats? Favourite type of cheese? Favourite ancient philosopher?”

Cait returned with your teas. Sitting down next to you on the sofa, she draped her arm around your waist, sipping her drink that was now the perfect temperature.

You took your tea from her, and inhaled slowly. “Okay… Here goes…”

“So, that went okay…” Vi smirked, climbing into bed beside you.

You stopped scrolling on your phone, your head resting against Cait’s shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it did?”

She leant over and kissed you. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“I went blank.”

“Only because you were surprised,” she refuted, wrapping her arm around your hips under the covers. “When you came back, you were perfect.”

“After Cait made me feel better,” you blushed.

Vi chuckled. “Tell me what she did.”

Your cheeks flushed harder. “Well… You can guess.”

“Oh, I know she made our sweet girl come, but I want to know what she did.”

You swallowed thickly. “She used her fingers.”

“Oooh, did she?” Vi started running her fingertips up your thigh, nudging your sleep shorts higher. “And that made you come?”

“She didn’t squirt, though,” Cait pouted, slipping your phone out of your hands, and putting both your and her phones on the bedside table.

Vi tutted playfully. “Naughty girl. You know you’re supposed to soak our hands.”

“Should we make her do it now, Violet?” Cait asked, shifting next to you and starting to place kisses along your shoulder and neck.

The butch hummed. “I think our girl needs some more practice with the strap. If she’s good and makes me cum, she can have her turn. Otherwise…”

Cait chuckled. “Otherwise she doesn’t get to cum tonight? Oh, I like that.”

You whimpered. “Wait, that’s not fair. I’m still learning!”

Vi slipped out of the bed and headed over to the toy box. Cait slipped her hand around your throat, tugging on your ear lobe with her teeth.

“Well, this will be a good motivation for you, won’t it? Now, come on, darling; time to practice.”

The shopping trip had been your idea, as you were finding that you desperately needed new clothes.

You had planned the afternoon with Mel a week ago, before you knew of Powder’s and Ekko’s visit – or even existence. You’d asked Cait and Vi that morning what you should do about it, as you weren’t sure what the plan was now that you had visitors.

But they had told you to go. Cait was going to work from home for the morning, just to tidy things up so she could have a few days off at such short notice, and Vi was going to take your guests out for the day until Cait was free to join them. You were welcome to tag along after your shopping spree, but the three of you knew you would most likely wait for them all to come home. You would have dinner ready for them when they did, which Cait and Vi were fine with.

Which was how you found yourself standing in the middle of a private dressing room in an expensive lingerie shop while the fitter measured you from various angles.

You glared at yourself in the mirror and sighed dramatically. “I can’t believe I’ve actually put on so much weight that I need new bras,” you grumbled. “Bras are supposed to survive anything!”

Mel looked up from her phone. “What are you talking about, ‘so much weight’?” She looked over your body intensely. “Angel, you don’t look any different.”

You shook your head and cried, “Tell that to everything I own! Tops, jeans, dresses... And now my bras!” You looked down at the peach-coloured garment currently preserving your modesty. “This was my favourite bra, I’ve had it years.”

The assistant smiled at you cheekily. “I can tell.” She tucked her measuring tape into her pocket. “You’ve gone up one band and two cup sizes. I’ll go get some options for you.”

You gawked at the lady as she stepped out of the dressing room, discreetly closing the door behind her.

“A band and two cups?” you gaped, staring down at your chest.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” your friend joked.

You glared at her. “The straps aren’t real, Mel.”

“Unfortunately for you.” She smirked back at you. “What do Cait and Vi say about your...” her eyes trailed down to your chest, “New offerings?”

You frowned. “Nothing, not one word! The traitors! Two cup sizes is definitely noticeable!”

But she just chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect them to complain about their girlfriend’s growing breasts and bum. You seriously expected them to criticise your body for minute changes when they’re both helplessly in love with you? They might as well complain about their steaks being too juicy. Your ass looks fantastic, by the way.”

“Nothing fits me anymore. I liked my old clothes.”

“You can still wear most of your old clothes, you never really wore anything skin-tight.”

“Not comfortably.”

Mel placed her hand on your arm. “Angel, I’ve never seen you happier or healthier, and we’ve known each other since pre-school.”

You looked back at her face, your eyes feeling a little damp.

“You’re healthy; you’re eating better; you’re not constantly stuck in fight-or-flight; you’re getting better rest… You’re actually able to enjoy your life now. Changes to your body are perfectly normal in those circumstances. Cait and Vi know all this, and I can guarantee that they do not care. At all.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Mel smiled. “And for what it’s worth, it genuinely isn’t noticeable. I had no idea until you told me.”

You blinked away some tears. “Really?”

“Really.”

The frustration you’d been carrying all afternoon eased. Not completely, as you still needed a lot of new clothes. But perhaps the situation wasn’t quite as catastrophic as you’d been making out.

By the time you returned to the penthouse that evening, you were carrying enough shopping bags to suggest you had personally attempted to stimulate Piltover’s economy.

The afternoon with Mel had been expensive. Not outrageously expensive – at least not by Cait's and Vi's standards – but certainly more expensive than you were accustomed to spending on yourself in one afternoon. There were several new bras and dozens of pairs of underwear in various styles; jeans; tops; dresses and skirts; and various other items Mel had steadily piled into your arms.

The lift finally deposited you at the penthouse floor, and you made your way through the living space, shopping bags bumping gently against your legs. Your home was empty as you crossed through to the bedroom corridor, dropping off all your bags in the main bedroom.

You freshened up in the bathroom, then headed back out to start preparing a lasagne for dinner for everyone.

Soft classical music filled the kitchen when the elevator dinged from the entryway, announcing everyone’s return. Although Vi’s and Powder’s loud and excitable voices did that first.

“Y/N? We’re home!” Vi called.

“In here!” you returned, turning off the heat under the pan of meat sauce that had been slowly simmering away.

Bodies turned the corner from the entryway corridor, and the penthouse suddenly burst with life.

Something you were still getting used to.

“Hi, darling,” Cait cooed softly, coming over to you and kissing the side of your head. She wrapped her arms around you from behind. “Did you have fun with Mel?”

You nodded, scooping out the first meat layer into the dish. “Uh-huh.”

She kissed your neck. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable. I’ll be right back. Okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Cait noticed your short answers, but didn’t address it immediately. She kissed your shoulder again, stepping away, and heading down the corridor after Powder and Ekko who were announcing that they were going to shower before dinner.

Vi hummed happily, taking her turn to approach you. “Hmm, that buys us a little time. How are you, baby?”

“Good, good,” you said, a little distracted as you placed the dry pasta sheets onto the first layer of meat.

“Smells fantastic,” Vi complimented, wrapping her arms around you from behind. “I don’t mean the food, sweetheart,” she chuckled in your ear.

You smiled softly, your mood lifting little by little. “What did you all get up to?”

Vi started regaling you with the tails of their day and everything they did together. At one point you gave her a small mouthful of grated cheese as you sprinkled some on the layer of cheese sauce, earning a happy moan and a soft squeeze of your waist.

“Cheese tax,” she joked.

Cait came back down the corridor, changed into a soft pyjama set, her makeup removed. “Did you buy the entire shopping centre, darling?” she teased.

You grumbled as you started on the next meat layer. “No. Just a lot of it.”

They both chuckled light-heartedly as Cait started making a pitcher of fruity cocktails for everyone.

“You’re both traitors, you know.”

Your comment made them both freeze.

Cait stepped closer, the empty pitcher still in her hand. “Darling, what do you mean?”

“I’ve gained so much weight, and neither of you said a single word to me about it,” you pouted. “The bra-fitter said I’ve gone up two cups! You just let me walk around like… Like some pregnant elephant, and didn’t point out once how chubby I am now!”

To your horror, Vi started laughing. Not mockingly, or cruelly; just genuinely amused. Beside you both, Cait’s composure didn’t fare much better as she resumed making the drinks.

You looked between them. “Why are you both finding this funny? I’ve gone up a whole dress size! And my bras don’t fit now!”

Cait recovered first. “Because there wasn’t anything to say, my love.”

You stared back, hand frozen in the bag of grated cheese.

Vi’s voice was soft in your ear. “Because bodies change.”

Her answer was so simple.

Cait nodded, pouring some alcohol into the pitcher. “You’ve been eating regularly, and sleeping properly. You’re in a healthy routine; you’re not under as much stress as you were a year ago…” She shrugged lightly. “A small amount of weight gain isn’t particularly remarkable.”

Vi nodded in agreement. “Honestly, I barely noticed.”

The statement earned a look of betrayal.

“You ‘barely’ noticed?” you demanded.

Vi immediately realised her mistake. “No, no-”

“Meaning you did notice.”

She squeezed you a little. “I mean, I noticed your tits bounce a little more when we fuck you, and your ass has a little more jiggle when we spank it-”

“Vi!”

“I noticed you looked happy.”

You paused.

Vi shrugged, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I noticed you have more energy. And I noticed you smile a lot more now.”

Your eyes became wet for the second time that day. You sniffled a little, lifting your chin. “Okay, you’re both forgiven.”

That only made them laugh harder, but you let them.

Your body had changed a little, but that was okay. It was just another part of moving forward.

The next few days passed far more easily than you had expected.

Once the shock of Powder and Ekko’s arrival had worn off and you were more accustomed to their chaotic energy, life in the penthouse settled into a new rhythm. A louder rhythm, certainly, but not an unpleasant one.

Powder seemed physically incapable of existing quietly. She drifted through the penthouse like a small hurricane, somehow managing to be everywhere at once. One morning you came into the kitchen to find Powder perched on the counter, stealing fruit from a bowl while Vi complained that normal people used chairs. Another afternoon you discovered the two sisters engaged in an increasingly ridiculous competition to determine who could balance the most objects on their head.

The current record holder was, apparently, Ekko.

Nobody seemed happy about this.

Evenings were spent together. Sometimes you all watched films. Sometimes you played board games that inevitably devolved into accusations of cheating; Cait informed you that Monopoly had long-since been banded in the Lanes household as games tended to end abruptly in physical fights between players. Once, Powder and Vi spent nearly an hour arguing over a childhood story, each insisting the other had remembered it incorrectly, whilst Ekko supplied increasingly unhelpful commentary from the sidelines.

Through it all, Cait watched with the familiar amusement of someone who had long ago accepted that the sisters were fundamentally incapable of behaving normally around one another.

You found yourself watching, too. Not with the uncomfortable ache you had felt on that first night.

Not anymore.

Instead, you found yourself slowly becoming part of things. Slowly getting more involved, slowly getting a little closer.

Powder made that process surprisingly easy.

She had all the subtlety of a charging rhino and approximately the same respect for personal space, but she was also relentlessly welcoming. Within two days she was treating you as if she’d known you for years, dragging you into conversations, asking questions about your hobbies, and occasionally appearing beside you without warning simply to share whatever thought had most recently entered her head.

Somehow, despite the chaos, it was difficult not to like her.

The biggest surprise, however, was seeing Vi as a sister.

You had only known Vi as a Sugar Mommy, as Cait’s Wife, and only more recently as a girlfriend. This confident, occasionally reckless woman who threw herself into life with both fists swinging.

But around Powder, there were glimpses of something younger. Softer.

She still teased relentlessly, of course. That would never change.

Yet there was also a fierce tenderness there. A protectiveness that seemed instinctive. The sort of love that had been built over years of scraped knees, shared bedrooms, inside jokes, and surviving difficult things together.

It was beautiful to watch. And a little bittersweet, as it only reinforced how fucked up your own upbringing had been. Cait was the sole only-child between the three of you, but you might as well have been too.

Still, you found yourself smiling more often than not.

The penthouse felt fuller.

And you were learning that that was… Good.

It was on the fifth day that Vi’s phone rang shortly after dinner.

She shot up off the sofa, a grin spreading across her face. “Yes! He’s here!”

Powder immediately sat upright. “Hell yeah!”

The two of them practically launched themselves toward the entryway corridor.

You blinked, but didn’t panic. You knew who this was, you knew what was about to happen.

“Vander!” both sisters cried simultaneously.

The voice that answered was deep enough to seem to vibrate through the walls. “Easy there, you little gremlins, I’m here.”

You followed Cait’s lead and stood up off the couch, nervously squeezing her hand as you, her, and Ekko headed a little closer to the entryway.

And you immediately froze.

The man standing in the doorway was enormous. Not merely tall… Enormous.

Standing about 6’3” tall, the man’s broad shoulders filled the space in the corridor. His arms looked like he could break concrete with ease. He had a thick beard threaded with grey and the sort of weathered face that suggested a lifetime of hard work.

Then the giant laughed, and the entire impression changed.

The sound was warm and gentle. Comforting.

Powder was already wrapped under one of his arms, Vi on his other side.

“You took forever,” the elder sister grumbled.

“I just drove three hours, drop the attitude,” he teased, ruffling Powder’s hair, earning immediate protests.

You watched the exchange carefully. The ease between the guardian and his daughters was unmistakable. There was no obligation, no sense of duty. They were a family, plain and simple. The kind of family that genuinely enjoyed being around each other, and loved each other deeply.

Something you were still getting used to.

Eventually Vander's attention shifted toward the three of you standing a little further away. He managed to shrug off the two sisters, playfully ignoring their teasing protests. Vi took his bags and started heading back towards the bedrooms, and Powder ran to the kitchen to get her dad a drink.

“Cait,” he greeted warmly, pulling her into a hug.

“Hello, Vander,” she replied with just as much affection for her father-in-law.

Vander released Cait, then turned to Ekko. They embraced tightly, patting each other’s backs as men often did.

Then his attention turned to you.

Immediately, every nervous instinct in your body activated.

“Well,” he said kindly, “You must be Y/N.”

You swallowed, and spoke politely, “Good evening, sir.”

Beside you, Cait was visibly trying not to smile.

Vander offered his hand; you shook it. Rather, your hand disappeared into his.

“Nice to finally meet you.” His smile widened slightly. “I’ve heard good things.”

By bedtime that evening, it was impossible not to notice how deeply these people loved one another. The way Vander automatically checked that everyone had eaten enough dinner before accepting a plate from Powder. The way Vi and Powder still bickered constantly but gravitated toward him. The way Ekko slipped effortlessly into the family dynamic despite not sharing their surname. The way Cait smiled whenever she watched them.

It wasn’t perfect; no family was.

They interrupted each other, argued, teased mercilessly, created noise wherever they went.

Yet beneath all of it sat something solid, and unshakeable.

Love.

It didn’t need to be earned. It wasn’t withheld as punishment. It wasn’t used a tool to manipulate each other.

It was the kind that existed even when people were annoying, or when they disagreed.

As you sat on the sofa, curled against Cait in what had become your preferred spot since your guests’ arrival, watching another ridiculous argument unfold, you found yourself studying Vander. Watching the way he laughed, the way he listened, the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at his children.

Children. Not biological, not by blood. Yet unquestionably his.

The thought lodged itself somewhere deep in your chest.

Because for the first time, you were seeing a father who didn’t rule through fear, or pain.

He was a parent whose presence made his family feel safer, not smaller. A man who had somehow raised two fiercely loving adults despite everything life had thrown at them. And as Vander reached over to steal a cookie from Vi’s plate – promptly earning a cry of betrayal from his eldest daughter – you found yourself smiling.

Family was… Good.

The penthouse was quiet that morning.

The city beyond the wall-to-ceiling windows was only just beginning to wake, the pale grey light of early morning stretching across the skyline. You padded down the corridor from the bedrooms towards the living area, still rubbing your eyes tiredly.

It was a little earlier than the three of you would normally rise, but you knew that trying to sneak those last 30 minutes would do more harm than good.

You rounded the corner, and jumped in surprise.

Vander sat at the kitchen counter, reading a newspaper as he sipped his black coffee. He looked up when he heard your soft squeak. “Morning, Y/N. Didn’t expect anyone else up this early. Vi said you normally wake up together?”

You recovered, trying to get your heart to slow down. “Good morning, sir-”

He smiled softly, shaking his hand a little. “You don’t need to call me ‘sir’, sweetheart.”

You ducked your head, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s just…”

“Force of habit?” he asked, his tone a little sad.

You headed into the kitchen area, looking at him from across the counter. “Yes. And yes, we’re normally up together. But I was already awake, and trying to sneak a little longer would make me more tired. So I thought I’d just start breakfast.”

“I was going to take everyone out this morning. My treat? Saves someone cooking, and we can all have what we want?”

You smiled. “Thank you, si—Vander. Thank you, Vander.”

You made a cup of tea, and sat on the stool next to him at the counter.

For a minute, neither of you spoke. But the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Just peaceful, both of you enjoying the quiet of the morning.

Eventually, Vander wrapped both hands around his coffee mug and looked at you. “Mind if I ask you something?”

You turned your head. “Sure?”

His expression grew a little more serious. “Vi’s told me about the lawsuit.”

You immediately knew where this conversation was heading.

You nodded slowly. “Oh.”

A brief silence followed.

Then Vander sighed. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” His fingers traced the side of his mug. “But I wanted to tell you something.”

You waited, your heart starting to pound.

Vander shook his head slightly. “I’m a parent. But every time I hear another piece of that story, I just don’t understand how anyone could treat their child that way.”

You looked down at your tea.

The familiar discomfort surfaced immediately: the instinct to minimise, to explain everything away, to make it all sound less awful than it was.

Vander must have recognised the expression because he spoke again before you could. “No. Don’t do that. I’m serious, Y/N.”

You blinked.

His voice remained calm. “When Vi and Powder were little, there were days they drove me absolutely insane.”

That earned the faintest smile. “I can believe that.”

“Well, you should.” His eyes twinkled briefly. “They were menaces. But there was never a day – a second – when I stopped loving them.”

The words landed harder than you expected.

Because they were so simple.

And yet they described something you had never truly experienced. Your parents’ love had always been conditional, if they had ever even loved you at all. After all, you had no positive memories of them.

Vander looked down into his coffee, consciously giving you a break of eye contact. “I don’t care who my kids love. I don’t care if they make mistakes. Lord knows I’ve made enough of those. But they’re my kids. And if somebody hurt them...” his jaw tightened slightly, “I’d do whatever it took to protect them.”

You stared down at your tea, unable to meet his eyes.

Because the kindness in his voice hurt. Not in a bad way, though.

Then Vander’s voice softened even further. “What happened to you wasn’t normal, kid.”

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears. You swallowed harshly, your throat burning. “I know.”

“Good.”

Another pause.

“You deserved better.”

You inhaled sharply. You nodded. “Everyone keeps telling me that.”

“Probably because it’s true.”

A tear escaped before you could stop it, landing in your tea.

You hastily wiped more away; Vander didn’t pretend not to notice.

Eventually you managed a shaky smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back. “Anytime.”

A comfortable silence settled once more.

You thought that might be the end of it.

Then Vander gently nudged your elbow with his, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

One that looked remarkably familiar.

Oh no, you thought, that’s where Vi gets it from.

“You know…” he said casually.

You immediately became suspicious. “What?”

“If you ever decide to join Cait’s and Vi’s marriage, I’d be honoured to walk you down the aisle.”

You nearly inhaled your tea.

Buy me a coffee! 💜

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Got A Lil Sugar: Chapter 24

Masterlist, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23

Fandom: Arcane: League of Legends

Pairing: Sugar Mommies Cait & Vi x Sugar Baby Reader

Words: 4236

Synopsis: You come to a much-needed realisation about your life now; and another new face comes to town

Warnings: Talk of weight gain, reference to past child abuse

When you and Cait finally emerged from the bedroom corridor, you were blissfully following along behind Cait as she held your hand. You couldn’t control your dopey smile as Cait led you back into the living room, popped you onto the couch, and took your tea to warm back up.

The difference in your mood was definitely noticeable.

Your shoulders were no longer quite so tense; the uncertainty that had clouded your expression earlier had faded considerably, replaced by something softer and more familiar; a genuine smile spread across your cheeks, brightening your face.

The living room itself had descended into a sort of controlled chaos. Powder was sitting upside-down on the sofa across from the large one you were seated on, Ekko next to her, his arm resting over her stomach.

“You’re back,” Powder announced.

Cait picked up her own mug of tea, taking both of yours to the kitchen area and placing them in the microwave to heat up. “We weren’t gone long; we were making up your room.”

Vi smiled at you, then paused. She was clearly taking in your more relaxed expression, your at-ease posture. She glanced over to Cait, then back to you, then back to Cait.

From the kitchen, the blue-haired woman gave her Wife a small, secret wink.

Vi immediately understood, her grin widening, which she quickly hid behind her hand.

You, thankfully, missed the entire exchange. Because you were being cornered by Powder.

“Okay,” she declared, shifting into a more upright position against her boyfriend. “Now that you’ve recovered from meeting me-”

“I wasn’t recovering,” you denied.

“You absolutely were.”

Vi put in, “Powder…”

“I’m very overwhelming.”

“That’s so true,” Ekko said.

Powder gasped dramatically. “Traitor.”

A soft laugh escaped you. The nervousness from earlier hadn’t vanished entirely, but it no longer felt overwhelming.

The penthouse suddenly felt familiar again.

The introduction had happened, the scary part was over.

And now, with the initial shock behind you, you could actually focus on getting to know Vi’s little sister and her boyfriend.

Powder, meanwhile, had apparently decided she already liked you. “So, Y/N, Vi’s told us nothing useful about you.”

Vi rolled her eyes.

“Come on, spill. Tell us everything. Dogs or cats? Favourite type of cheese? Favourite ancient philosopher?”

Cait returned with your teas. Sitting down next to you on the sofa, she draped her arm around your waist, sipping her drink that was now the perfect temperature.

You took your tea from her, and inhaled slowly. “Okay… Here goes…”

“So, that went okay…” Vi smirked, climbing into bed beside you.

You stopped scrolling on your phone, your head resting against Cait’s shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it did?”

She leant over and kissed you. “I’m proud of you, baby.”

“I went blank.”

“Only because you were surprised,” she refuted, wrapping her arm around your hips under the covers. “When you came back, you were perfect.”

“After Cait made me feel better,” you blushed.

Vi chuckled. “Tell me what she did.”

Your cheeks flushed harder. “Well… You can guess.”

“Oh, I know she made our sweet girl come, but I want to know what she did.”

You swallowed thickly. “She used her fingers.”

“Oooh, did she?” Vi started running her fingertips up your thigh, nudging your sleep shorts higher. “And that made you come?”

“She didn’t squirt, though,” Cait pouted, slipping your phone out of your hands, and putting both your and her phones on the bedside table.

Vi tutted playfully. “Naughty girl. You know you’re supposed to soak our hands.”

“Should we make her do it now, Violet?” Cait asked, shifting next to you and starting to place kisses along your shoulder and neck.

The butch hummed. “I think our girl needs some more practice with the strap. If she’s good and makes me cum, she can have her turn. Otherwise…”

Cait chuckled. “Otherwise she doesn’t get to cum tonight? Oh, I like that.”

You whimpered. “Wait, that’s not fair. I’m still learning!”

Vi slipped out of the bed and headed over to the toy box. Cait slipped her hand around your throat, tugging on your ear lobe with her teeth.

“Well, this will be a good motivation for you, won’t it? Now, come on, darling; time to practice.”

The shopping trip had been your idea, as you were finding that you desperately needed new clothes.

You had planned the afternoon with Mel a week ago, before you knew of Powder’s and Ekko’s visit – or even existence. You’d asked Cait and Vi that morning what you should do about it, as you weren’t sure what the plan was now that you had visitors.

But they had told you to go. Cait was going to work from home for the morning, just to tidy things up so she could have a few days off at such short notice, and Vi was going to take your guests out for the day until Cait was free to join them. You were welcome to tag along after your shopping spree, but the three of you knew you would most likely wait for them all to come home. You would have dinner ready for them when they did, which Cait and Vi were fine with.

Which was how you found yourself standing in the middle of a private dressing room in an expensive lingerie shop while the fitter measured you from various angles.

You glared at yourself in the mirror and sighed dramatically. “I can’t believe I’ve actually put on so much weight that I need new bras,” you grumbled. “Bras are supposed to survive anything!”

Mel looked up from her phone. “What are you talking about, ‘so much weight’?” She looked over your body intensely. “Angel, you don’t look any different.”

You shook your head and cried, “Tell that to everything I own! Tops, jeans, dresses... And now my bras!” You looked down at the peach-coloured garment currently preserving your modesty. “This was my favourite bra, I’ve had it years.”

The assistant smiled at you cheekily. “I can tell.” She tucked her measuring tape into her pocket. “You’ve gone up one band and two cup sizes. I’ll go get some options for you.”

You gawked at the lady as she stepped out of the dressing room, discreetly closing the door behind her.

“A band and two cups?” you gaped, staring down at your chest.

“You’re not pregnant, are you?” your friend joked.

You glared at her. “The straps aren’t real, Mel.”

“Unfortunately for you.” She smirked back at you. “What do Cait and Vi say about your...” her eyes trailed down to your chest, “New offerings?”

You frowned. “Nothing, not one word! The traitors! Two cup sizes is definitely noticeable!”

But she just chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect them to complain about their girlfriend’s growing breasts and bum. You seriously expected them to criticise your body for minute changes when they’re both helplessly in love with you? They might as well complain about their steaks being too juicy. Your ass looks fantastic, by the way.”

“Nothing fits me anymore. I liked my old clothes.”

“You can still wear most of your old clothes, you never really wore anything skin-tight.”

“Not comfortably.”

Mel placed her hand on your arm. “Angel, I’ve never seen you happier or healthier, and we’ve known each other since pre-school.”

You looked back at her face, your eyes feeling a little damp.

“You’re healthy; you’re eating better; you’re not constantly stuck in fight-or-flight; you’re getting better rest… You’re actually able to enjoy your life now. Changes to your body are perfectly normal in those circumstances. Cait and Vi know all this, and I can guarantee that they do not care. At all.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Mel smiled. “And for what it’s worth, it genuinely isn’t noticeable. I had no idea until you told me.”

You blinked away some tears. “Really?”

“Really.”

The frustration you’d been carrying all afternoon eased. Not completely, as you still needed a lot of new clothes. But perhaps the situation wasn’t quite as catastrophic as you’d been making out.

By the time you returned to the penthouse that evening, you were carrying enough shopping bags to suggest you had personally attempted to stimulate Piltover’s economy.

The afternoon with Mel had been expensive. Not outrageously expensive – at least not by Cait's and Vi's standards – but certainly more expensive than you were accustomed to spending on yourself in one afternoon. There were several new bras and dozens of pairs of underwear in various styles; jeans; tops; dresses and skirts; and various other items Mel had steadily piled into your arms.

The lift finally deposited you at the penthouse floor, and you made your way through the living space, shopping bags bumping gently against your legs. Your home was empty as you crossed through to the bedroom corridor, dropping off all your bags in the main bedroom.

You freshened up in the bathroom, then headed back out to start preparing a lasagne for dinner for everyone.

Soft classical music filled the kitchen when the elevator dinged from the entryway, announcing everyone’s return. Although Vi’s and Powder’s loud and excitable voices did that first.

“Y/N? We’re home!” Vi called.

“In here!” you returned, turning off the heat under the pan of meat sauce that had been slowly simmering away.

Bodies turned the corner from the entryway corridor, and the penthouse suddenly burst with life.

Something you were still getting used to.

“Hi, darling,” Cait cooed softly, coming over to you and kissing the side of your head. She wrapped her arms around you from behind. “Did you have fun with Mel?”

You nodded, scooping out the first meat layer into the dish. “Uh-huh.”

She kissed your neck. “I’m going to change into something more comfortable. I’ll be right back. Okay?”

“Yeah. Yeah.”

Cait noticed your short answers, but didn’t address it immediately. She kissed your shoulder again, stepping away, and heading down the corridor after Powder and Ekko who were announcing that they were going to shower before dinner.

Vi hummed happily, taking her turn to approach you. “Hmm, that buys us a little time. How are you, baby?”

“Good, good,” you said, a little distracted as you placed the dry pasta sheets onto the first layer of meat.

“Smells fantastic,” Vi complimented, wrapping her arms around you from behind. “I don’t mean the food, sweetheart,” she chuckled in your ear.

You smiled softly, your mood lifting little by little. “What did you all get up to?”

Vi started regaling you with the tails of their day and everything they did together. At one point you gave her a small mouthful of grated cheese as you sprinkled some on the layer of cheese sauce, earning a happy moan and a soft squeeze of your waist.

“Cheese tax,” she joked.

Cait came back down the corridor, changed into a soft pyjama set, her makeup removed. “Did you buy the entire shopping centre, darling?” she teased.

You grumbled as you started on the next meat layer. “No. Just a lot of it.”

They both chuckled light-heartedly as Cait started making a pitcher of fruity cocktails for everyone.

“You’re both traitors, you know.”

Your comment made them both freeze.

Cait stepped closer, the empty pitcher still in her hand. “Darling, what do you mean?”

“I’ve gained so much weight, and neither of you said a single word to me about it,” you pouted. “The bra-fitter said I’ve gone up two cups! You just let me walk around like… Like some pregnant elephant, and didn’t point out once how chubby I am now!”

To your horror, Vi started laughing. Not mockingly, or cruelly; just genuinely amused. Beside you both, Cait’s composure didn’t fare much better as she resumed making the drinks.

You looked between them. “Why are you both finding this funny? I’ve gone up a whole dress size! And my bras don’t fit now!”

Cait recovered first. “Because there wasn’t anything to say, my love.”

You stared back, hand frozen in the bag of grated cheese.

Vi’s voice was soft in your ear. “Because bodies change.”

Her answer was so simple.

Cait nodded, pouring some alcohol into the pitcher. “You’ve been eating regularly, and sleeping properly. You’re in a healthy routine; you’re not under as much stress as you were a year ago…” She shrugged lightly. “A small amount of weight gain isn’t particularly remarkable.”

Vi nodded in agreement. “Honestly, I barely noticed.”

The statement earned a look of betrayal.

“You ‘barely’ noticed?” you demanded.

Vi immediately realised her mistake. “No, no-”

“Meaning you did notice.”

She squeezed you a little. “I mean, I noticed your tits bounce a little more when we fuck you, and your ass has a little more jiggle when we spank it-”

“Vi!”

“I noticed you looked happy.”

You paused.

Vi shrugged, resting her chin on your shoulder. “I noticed you have more energy. And I noticed you smile a lot more now.”

Your eyes became wet for the second time that day. You sniffled a little, lifting your chin. “Okay, you’re both forgiven.”

That only made them laugh harder, but you let them.

Your body had changed a little, but that was okay. It was just another part of moving forward.

The next few days passed far more easily than you had expected.

Once the shock of Powder and Ekko’s arrival had worn off and you were more accustomed to their chaotic energy, life in the penthouse settled into a new rhythm. A louder rhythm, certainly, but not an unpleasant one.

Powder seemed physically incapable of existing quietly. She drifted through the penthouse like a small hurricane, somehow managing to be everywhere at once. One morning you came into the kitchen to find Powder perched on the counter, stealing fruit from a bowl while Vi complained that normal people used chairs. Another afternoon you discovered the two sisters engaged in an increasingly ridiculous competition to determine who could balance the most objects on their head.

The current record holder was, apparently, Ekko.

Nobody seemed happy about this.

Evenings were spent together. Sometimes you all watched films. Sometimes you played board games that inevitably devolved into accusations of cheating; Cait informed you that Monopoly had long-since been banded in the Lanes household as games tended to end abruptly in physical fights between players. Once, Powder and Vi spent nearly an hour arguing over a childhood story, each insisting the other had remembered it incorrectly, whilst Ekko supplied increasingly unhelpful commentary from the sidelines.

Through it all, Cait watched with the familiar amusement of someone who had long ago accepted that the sisters were fundamentally incapable of behaving normally around one another.

You found yourself watching, too. Not with the uncomfortable ache you had felt on that first night.

Not anymore.

Instead, you found yourself slowly becoming part of things. Slowly getting more involved, slowly getting a little closer.

Powder made that process surprisingly easy.

She had all the subtlety of a charging rhino and approximately the same respect for personal space, but she was also relentlessly welcoming. Within two days she was treating you as if she’d known you for years, dragging you into conversations, asking questions about your hobbies, and occasionally appearing beside you without warning simply to share whatever thought had most recently entered her head.

Somehow, despite the chaos, it was difficult not to like her.

The biggest surprise, however, was seeing Vi as a sister.

You had only known Vi as a Sugar Mommy, as Cait’s Wife, and only more recently as a girlfriend. This confident, occasionally reckless woman who threw herself into life with both fists swinging.

But around Powder, there were glimpses of something younger. Softer.

She still teased relentlessly, of course. That would never change.

Yet there was also a fierce tenderness there. A protectiveness that seemed instinctive. The sort of love that had been built over years of scraped knees, shared bedrooms, inside jokes, and surviving difficult things together.

It was beautiful to watch. And a little bittersweet, as it only reinforced how fucked up your own upbringing had been. Cait was the sole only-child between the three of you, but you might as well have been too.

Still, you found yourself smiling more often than not.

The penthouse felt fuller.

And you were learning that that was… Good.

It was on the fifth day that Vi’s phone rang shortly after dinner.

She shot up off the sofa, a grin spreading across her face. “Yes! He’s here!”

Powder immediately sat upright. “Hell yeah!”

The two of them practically launched themselves toward the entryway corridor.

You blinked, but didn’t panic. You knew who this was, you knew what was about to happen.

“Vander!” both sisters cried simultaneously.

The voice that answered was deep enough to seem to vibrate through the walls. “Easy there, you little gremlins, I’m here.”

You followed Cait’s lead and stood up off the couch, nervously squeezing her hand as you, her, and Ekko headed a little closer to the entryway.

And you immediately froze.

The man standing in the doorway was enormous. Not merely tall… Enormous.

Standing about 6’3” tall, the man’s broad shoulders filled the space in the corridor. His arms looked like he could break concrete with ease. He had a thick beard threaded with grey and the sort of weathered face that suggested a lifetime of hard work.

Then the giant laughed, and the entire impression changed.

The sound was warm and gentle. Comforting.

Powder was already wrapped under one of his arms, Vi on his other side.

“You took forever,” the elder sister grumbled.

“I just drove three hours, drop the attitude,” he teased, ruffling Powder’s hair, earning immediate protests.

You watched the exchange carefully. The ease between the guardian and his daughters was unmistakable. There was no obligation, no sense of duty. They were a family, plain and simple. The kind of family that genuinely enjoyed being around each other, and loved each other deeply.

Something you were still getting used to.

Eventually Vander's attention shifted toward the three of you standing a little further away. He managed to shrug off the two sisters, playfully ignoring their teasing protests. Vi took his bags and started heading back towards the bedrooms, and Powder ran to the kitchen to get her dad a drink.

“Cait,” he greeted warmly, pulling her into a hug.

“Hello, Vander,” she replied with just as much affection for her father-in-law.

Vander released Cait, then turned to Ekko. They embraced tightly, patting each other’s backs as men often did.

Then his attention turned to you.

Immediately, every nervous instinct in your body activated.

“Well,” he said kindly, “You must be Y/N.”

You swallowed, and spoke politely, “Good evening, sir.”

Beside you, Cait was visibly trying not to smile.

Vander offered his hand; you shook it. Rather, your hand disappeared into his.

“Nice to finally meet you.” His smile widened slightly. “I’ve heard good things.”

By bedtime that evening, it was impossible not to notice how deeply these people loved one another. The way Vander automatically checked that everyone had eaten enough dinner before accepting a plate from Powder. The way Vi and Powder still bickered constantly but gravitated toward him. The way Ekko slipped effortlessly into the family dynamic despite not sharing their surname. The way Cait smiled whenever she watched them.

It wasn’t perfect; no family was.

They interrupted each other, argued, teased mercilessly, created noise wherever they went.

Yet beneath all of it sat something solid, and unshakeable.

Love.

It didn’t need to be earned. It wasn’t withheld as punishment. It wasn’t used a tool to manipulate each other.

It was the kind that existed even when people were annoying, or when they disagreed.

As you sat on the sofa, curled against Cait in what had become your preferred spot since your guests’ arrival, watching another ridiculous argument unfold, you found yourself studying Vander. Watching the way he laughed, the way he listened, the way his eyes softened whenever he looked at his children.

Children. Not biological, not by blood. Yet unquestionably his.

The thought lodged itself somewhere deep in your chest.

Because for the first time, you were seeing a father who didn’t rule through fear, or pain.

He was a parent whose presence made his family feel safer, not smaller. A man who had somehow raised two fiercely loving adults despite everything life had thrown at them. And as Vander reached over to steal a cookie from Vi’s plate – promptly earning a cry of betrayal from his eldest daughter – you found yourself smiling.

Family was… Good.

The penthouse was quiet that morning.

The city beyond the wall-to-ceiling windows was only just beginning to wake, the pale grey light of early morning stretching across the skyline. You padded down the corridor from the bedrooms towards the living area, still rubbing your eyes tiredly.

It was a little earlier than the three of you would normally rise, but you knew that trying to sneak those last 30 minutes would do more harm than good.

You rounded the corner, and jumped in surprise.

Vander sat at the kitchen counter, reading a newspaper as he sipped his black coffee. He looked up when he heard your soft squeak. “Morning, Y/N. Didn’t expect anyone else up this early. Vi said you normally wake up together?”

You recovered, trying to get your heart to slow down. “Good morning, sir-”

He smiled softly, shaking his hand a little. “You don’t need to call me ‘sir’, sweetheart.”

You ducked your head, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. It’s just…”

“Force of habit?” he asked, his tone a little sad.

You headed into the kitchen area, looking at him from across the counter. “Yes. And yes, we’re normally up together. But I was already awake, and trying to sneak a little longer would make me more tired. So I thought I’d just start breakfast.”

“I was going to take everyone out this morning. My treat? Saves someone cooking, and we can all have what we want?”

You smiled. “Thank you, si—Vander. Thank you, Vander.”

You made a cup of tea, and sat on the stool next to him at the counter.

For a minute, neither of you spoke. But the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Just peaceful, both of you enjoying the quiet of the morning.

Eventually, Vander wrapped both hands around his coffee mug and looked at you. “Mind if I ask you something?”

You turned your head. “Sure?”

His expression grew a little more serious. “Vi’s told me about the lawsuit.”

You immediately knew where this conversation was heading.

You nodded slowly. “Oh.”

A brief silence followed.

Then Vander sighed. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” His fingers traced the side of his mug. “But I wanted to tell you something.”

You waited, your heart starting to pound.

Vander shook his head slightly. “I’m a parent. But every time I hear another piece of that story, I just don’t understand how anyone could treat their child that way.”

You looked down at your tea.

The familiar discomfort surfaced immediately: the instinct to minimise, to explain everything away, to make it all sound less awful than it was.

Vander must have recognised the expression because he spoke again before you could. “No. Don’t do that. I’m serious, Y/N.”

You blinked.

His voice remained calm. “When Vi and Powder were little, there were days they drove me absolutely insane.”

That earned the faintest smile. “I can believe that.”

“Well, you should.” His eyes twinkled briefly. “They were menaces. But there was never a day – a second – when I stopped loving them.”

The words landed harder than you expected.

Because they were so simple.

And yet they described something you had never truly experienced. Your parents’ love had always been conditional, if they had ever even loved you at all. After all, you had no positive memories of them.

Vander looked down into his coffee, consciously giving you a break of eye contact. “I don’t care who my kids love. I don’t care if they make mistakes. Lord knows I’ve made enough of those. But they’re my kids. And if somebody hurt them...” his jaw tightened slightly, “I’d do whatever it took to protect them.”

You stared down at your tea, unable to meet his eyes.

Because the kindness in his voice hurt. Not in a bad way, though.

Then Vander’s voice softened even further. “What happened to you wasn’t normal, kid.”

Your eyes suddenly filled with tears. You swallowed harshly, your throat burning. “I know.”

“Good.”

Another pause.

“You deserved better.”

You inhaled sharply. You nodded. “Everyone keeps telling me that.”

“Probably because it’s true.”

A tear escaped before you could stop it, landing in your tea.

You hastily wiped more away; Vander didn’t pretend not to notice.

Eventually you managed a shaky smile. “Thank you.”

He smiled back. “Anytime.”

A comfortable silence settled once more.

You thought that might be the end of it.

Then Vander gently nudged your elbow with his, a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes.

One that looked remarkably familiar.

Oh no, you thought, that’s where Vi gets it from.

“You know…” he said casually.

You immediately became suspicious. “What?”

“If you ever decide to join Cait’s and Vi’s marriage, I’d be honoured to walk you down the aisle.”

You nearly inhaled your tea.

Buy me a coffee! 💜

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[valtsv]

it's forever fucked that refusal is associated so strongly with cowardice and cowardice is almost universally uncontestedly seen as an existential failure that disqualifies you from the right to refuse anything when being able to admit that you're afraid and say "no" are some of the most powerful things that anyone can do

[valtsv]

"why don't you want to? are you scared?" yes. is that so bad? to be afraid and unwilling? why should that be worth less? why should i hope to be the richest corpse in the graveyard?

[glowwormcentral-deactivated2021]

[lawyer voice] mothers and fuckers of the jury-

[hellenhighwater]

DO YOU KNOW HOW OFTEN I THINK ABOUT THIS POST??? IM IN LAW SCHOOL THIS POST IS GOING TO RUIN MY LIFE

[toontwink]

reblog to ruin a law student’s life

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

oh hello you’ve returned to us

[ryan-sometimes]

I don’t care if one of my writing quirks is a sign of AI! I was here with my em dashes, semicolons, Oxford commas, and flowery prose before ChatGPT!!!! Why should I be the one to change? I’m not destroying an entire town’s water supply every time I write a chapter

[ohcaptains]

[enyter]

[hollowistheworld]

I really can and will blame the 9-5 for everything. "We're in a loneliness epidemic" well, we have to spend a third of our day interacting with people in a professional way that makes forming real friendships difficult and then we're peopled out by the time we're done. "People are eating more and more unhealthily" people have to spend more than a third of their day doing work related tasks and they don't want to spend their tiny amount of free time making food. "People aren't involved in their local communities" after spending more than a third of their day doing work related things people are tired and also all those community events take place during normal working hours. "People need to get more hobbies" after spending more than a third of their day working, people are TIRED and don't want to do anything that takes yet more energy. "Literacy is dying" to maintain your critical thinking skills you need to read/watch things that make you think and after spending more than a third of your day doing work related stuff you are TIRED and don't want to expend even more brainnpower. "People need to get outside more" People. Are. TIRED. Because they have to spend all of their time working or preparing for work or recovering from work or doing all the chores they couldn't stay on top of because of work. I can blame fucking anything on having to work, it is truly the root of all fucking evil.

[madamechrissy]

Veiled Secrets masterlist/ Emperor Gojo headcanons

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight

Status - Ongoing - current WC -81k

pairings- Emperor! Gojo x arranged! Empress reader

summary - you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do with all of that, he doesn't even come to your first meeting - rude! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts, but it turns out he doesn't know that you're not happy to be here either. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is?

contents/warnings - heavy angst, depression, enemies to lovers, longing, mutual pining, explicit smut, back and forth games, court tactics, Satoru being a hoe, reader missing her lover Suguru, he falls hard playlist - Ao3 link

headcanons below!

Emperor! Gojo who loves all of his pretty concubines equally, he loves to please them, to tease them, to fill them up. To be a concubine of Satoru Gojo's was the utmost position in the empire, women fought hard to climb the ranks for such a chance. Satoru recently took over the position after his father passed away, and has pushed off marriage proposals left and right, why not just have fun with all his beautiful ladies?

Emperor! Gojo however is now being forced into marriage, he's played a foolish bachelor too long, and the higher ups have brought a perfect match from another land, a young princess who has been brought here just for him. Gojo is completely uninterested in meeting her, why should he be excited, the duties of being an emperor were taxing enough without having to meet some stranger and have to sleep with her, have babies with her. He ignores the meeting he's supposed to attend in favor of spending time with his favorite concubines at once, quite scandalous even for an Emperor.

Emperor! Gojo is a stranger to you as well, as you sit there sipping tea, your ladies in waiting are strangers, everyone you knew was back home, and here you are, made a fool of. There are whispers amongst them all, you can hear them as your teacup clinks on the little ceramic dish, and Emperor Gojo's mother comes in to apologize for his absence. She's a beautiful lady, you wonder if he looks like her errantly, but smile in a feigned politeness, nodding along. After all, it's not as if you were looking forward to this either.

Emperor! Gojo takes a bath with all his women, when you decide to join the bathhouse after quite a long time without one, your mind drifting to the boy you loved when you were forced to leave your home. You remember your kisses, your promises, and the moment you got sent away here, with a man who's currently being fed grapes in the clear bath waters by many women. They're giggling, touching him, and you barely see him as your attendant helps you undress.

Emperor! Gojo has brilliant blue eyes that catch you across the enormous, steamy bathhouse then - he's pausing as he sees you, just wearing a thin white slip of material, curious just who you are. You take some of the soap you've brought, and your attendant washes your hair while he can't take his eyes off you, your curves in that thin material, the way the smooth skin of your thighs is lit up but the lanterns above. You're so beautiful he must know who you are.

Emperor! Gojo feels his mouth go dry when you step into those waters now, standing a bit so that he sees the full outline of your breasts, making his cock twitch under the water, he can't focus on anything but how those droplets of water fall from your skin as you methodically wash yourself. You peer at him just a bit, before lowering your lashes, when he can't help but look at one of his favorite girls, asking - 'who is she?'

Emperor! Gojo doesn't get an answer, no one knows what you look like yet, so he assumes you must be one of the new girls in a position to become a concubine. and fuck if he wouldn't love that opportunity, imagining fucking a baby into you ruins him then. One of his major duties is to have as many babies as he can, to strengthen the empire of course. Yet he tends to be a little apprehensive, he dares to admit he doesn't cum in any of the concubines yet, he doesn't know if he wants children right away. He's young, but of course the pressure is there, and he knows it will be soon, especially with him having to marry. He shoves that annoying thought away.

Emperor! Gojo was supposed to meet his wife today, should he feel bad? maybe. Does he? no, he does not. He steps away and walks across the water, giving you a good look at him then, his chiseled body, narrow torso, pale skin glimmering under the warmth of the room. The stream rises as you look slowly up his body, carved like a statue, then finally make it to his face, truly beautiful. He does look like his mother, those white locks with just a hint of lavender, the beautiful blue eyes even more intense than hers, his body glistening as he walks closer, plump vermilion lips curved in a smile as he murmurs a - 'hello, there, are you new here?'

Emperor! Gojo has a reputation of being kind and fair, though on the battlefield he was ruthless, tales of him were regaled worldwide, and you knew of his military prowess of course. You tremble just a bit as he gets closer, his eyes slipping down your body like a caress. 'I am new here, your majesty' he smiles now. 'No need to be so formal,' the emperor brushes a hand across your hair, marveling in the silkiness now. 'Are you here to be a concubine? I assure you, I have a position opening very soon' he acts as if that's a compliment, as if you should be thrilled your husband to be is willing to fuck a stranger while he ignores your meeting. But you smile, shaking your head. 'ah, you're mysterious, hmm?'

Emperor! Gojo is enamored when he touches you under the water, big hand on the small of your back, taking it over as he steps closer, so tall and imposing in the water. Your breasts brush against his abdomen, as your breaths quicken, a mix of irritation and something more you don't want to admit. 'You know who I am?' you nod a bit, biting your lip when he leans down, pressing you along the warmth of the hard wall behind you. one of his long thighs presses against your heat, and you hate how your body reacts, it feels like such a betrayal of the one you loved, and for a man who doesn't want to even know you? You bite back a sigh when he leans down, an arm on either side of you.

Emperor! Gojo murmurs the words - 'so fucking pretty, god,' and earns your blush, he chuckles as he sees it, flushed color on your cheeks, when his lips hover over yours. 'Can you at least tell me your name, mysterious girl?' when you say it he immediately recognizes it, faltering and stepping back, eyes wide. You smile, meanly then, batting your lashes. 'was such a shame you couldn't meet me for tea, hmm? I see you were otherwise occupied' you eye the girls behind his shoulders, whispering to each other wildly, when you push him back, hands on his chest. 'It's rude not to even meet me after I got dragged on a five day journey on ship, you know.'

Emperor! Gojo sputters, eyeing your hands on his chest that he now pins there for a moment. 'You're my... you can't be... you...' a sigh escapes your lips, as you tug your hands back. 'Yes, I'm your betrothed, I suppose this is our first meeting. I'll leave you to your pretty concubines, I'm afraid I don't intend on becoming one,' you turn and climb up those steps, the slip forming to you like a goddess, as you turn him down. No one has ever turned Emperor Gojo down!? yet here you are, turning and giving him a little smile as your attendant hands you a towel. 'Perhaps you'll make it to the wedding, your majesty'

Emperor! Gojo is wracked with confusion, part of him doesn't even believe you, concubines were known for their beauty and assets, but wives were much different. They were always from some long line of weak women, usually only there for their duty, his own mother was quite an exception, but her and his father never loved each other. He hoped himself to never have to marry, but now he feels just the smallest twinge of guilt for not meeting you. Even for him it was quite the talk, he could hear the rumors of how he doesn't have interest in his bride to be as he walks through the corridors of his opulent estates.

Emperor! Gojo sees glimpses of you here and there that week, but you bow and say no words to him, avoiding him until it is your wedding day. And to say you were beautiful before, now it leaves him speechless, throat dry as you were those beautiful sky blue ceremonial juunihitoe, layers of blue and white, embossed with silver flowers just flowing from your body. He's wearing his thick dark blue sokutai, the robes altered to reveal far too much of his muscled chest, as Satoru liked to do. His heart hammers as you clutch your hands together, feeling the stoic eyes of so many on you. You focus on the tall, handsome man that clearly doesn't want this any more than you do, stepping closer and closer, until you're in front of him.

Emperor! Gojo is still reeling when you both sip on each of the three cups of sake, he places his lips on one end of the little dish, then hands it to you, eyeing the red painted on your lips. Your makeup has been done clearly, there's color under your eyes, blush along your precious cheeks. Precious, why did he think that? the thought irritates him, when you two continue the ceremony. Soon, it's night time, and he's prepared in just a thin Kimono, loosely tied, walking over to your chambers now and entering them, seeing you sitting in front of the vanity, your attendant brushing out your hair. 'You may go,' he orders her, the doors shutting with a loud echo as he inhales the sweetness of your scent, mixing with the incense you've lit.

Emperor! Gojo has a husky tone as he says your name, and you stand up now, wearing just a thin blue robe, he can see your breasts rising and falling with your breath, as the two of you stand across the room. 'The sooner I have a baby, the less you'll have to see me, or do this,' you say then, shocking him. His mouth opens, then closes as he smirks at you. 'And you think that you know how that's done?' you tilt your head just a bit, letting your robes fall then, covered in nothing, completely bare for his eyes. His breaths come far too quickly, heat rising on his cheeks. He's been with countless women, but nothing prepared him for this, for you, when you step up to him slowly, a hand on his chest. 'Should I prepare you, your majesty?'

Emperor! Gojo is furiously blushing now, annoyed you have whatever odd effect this is, he tries to save face, trembling as your fingers dance across the silk of his robe. 'you think you're adequate at it?' he says then, you smile just a bit. 'I've had instruction on how to please my future husband, there are many books that show it,' he laughs, trying to play it off, when he undoes his tie, and he's just in a fundoshi, showing his cock straining while his robes land on the floor. 'Let's see it, then,' he gasps when you're on your knees, glaring as he thinks that maybe you've done this before, and why should that bother him!?

Emperor! Gojo has his cock free then, slapping his stomach as it does, thick and already hard from just seeing you, you bite your lip as the cool stone floor hurts your knees, stroking him slowly, from the base where he has tufts of white hair, to his pink tip leaking milky drops. 'I thought I'd have to get you in this state? the books didn't mention it being ready...' he glares now, you're insulting him without even knowing it, calling out his desperation. He entangles a hand in your hair then, pulling it as you lap at his tip, almost making him cum from that. 'Let's see what you've learned, hmm?' you're stroking him then, little hand up and down in gentle twists, as you suck him into your mouth, deeper and deeper, his eyes roll back in his head as he fucks your hot mouth then.

Emperor! Gojo has never felt anything better even from the most practiced girls, your suction, the way your tongue swirls, as he fucks your throat deeper and deeper, moaning. But mostly, those eyes looking up at him. He's whispering filthy things - 'slutty fucking throat' - then sweet things - 'doing s'good, sweetheart...' a conundrum of a man. You feel your tummy clenching, something you didn't expect, snowy lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, while you taste him, hands pressing on his muscled thighs. He pulls you off him then, saliva dripping from your mouth. 'Was I not adequate?' he laughs without humor, standing you up now. 'Not adequate?' he is lifting you and slamming his lips on yours, tasting himself, before carrying you on your enormous bed, decorated in more blues, the color of the Gojo clan, the colors of his eyes.

Emperor! Gojo has elegant long fingers, they slip down your body as he feels it tremble, fingers touching your slick cunt then. You gasp as he kisses down one of your breasts, sucking a nipple in his mouth, moaning and rutting his cock on the silk blankets as you cry out. 'Your majesty, you don't need to do all of that, just... get it done,' your words make him pause, looking up and seeing you then, lips swollen from his kisses. He pauses and looks down your body, dying to be inside you, but your words fuck him then. All of the concubines wanted Satoru, and you were just 'doing your duty'. He pulls back then, raising a brow at you. 'Do I need to suck you more?' he shakes his head, clearing his throat then - 'tonight, we will not consummate the marriage' - the words hurt you deeply. 'did I displease you?'

Emperor! Gojo doesn't know what it is, but the thought of a woman not wanting him, especially you, infuriates him. He shoves you up the bed then, making you blink in confusion, when he kisses down your tummy, watching it tense as he dreams of making it bulge with his cock. 'Are you untouched?' he asks, you blush then. 'I have not lain with a man, no, but I'm not untouched.' Satoru's furious anyone saw your pretty body, but he makes no comment, he surely hates tradition and wouldn't care if you were or were not a virgin. In fact he prefers experience, but when he sees your pretty pussy, glistening and soaked, he moans softly, the prettiest one he's seen. 'Your majesty, that's not... in the books!? ah!'

Emperor! Gojo has his tongue slipping up your slit then, smirking against your cunt as your mouth is wide. 'Not everything is in your books, sweetheart,' he laps up your slit again, and you whine out, gripping his shoulders, your nails pressing in. 'I'll have you cum on my face tonight,' his words are now muffled as he buries his face in your sweetness, letting the juices drown him, moaning as he works your body. He feels you tense, feels your cunt pulsing around his tongue when he fucks into your tiny hole, holding your thighs apart. You're lost in how good it feels, you've cum before but never have you done this, felt this, so intense, so much pressure. You're screaming out, hips arching as he makes filthy sounds with your squelching cunt.

Emperor! Gojo almost cums from just this, he's never enjoyed this so much, he can't help but pay attention to every little thing. You yank on his hair, as if to tug him off, he clamps down then, sucking your twitchy little clit into his mouth. 'ah! y-your majesty!' he wants you to call him Satoru, he can't say it though, for now he just devours your pussy, until you shatter. There are no words, just filthy, messy sounds, slurping and squishing echoing in your brand new chambers, while you cum all over your new husband's face. You're shaking as you come down, as the orgasm leaves aftershocks, pulsing around nothing, pleasure making you dizzy, blinded. Satoru presses one more kiss on your pretty cunt, smirking down at you now, pressing a kiss to your lips, when you taste yourself you're a blushing mess. 'a lot of talk, I don't think you're ready f'me yet, sweetheart'

Emperor! Gojo is getting up then, as you catch your breath, sitting up and looking at the man you barely know, his eyes linger across your body as he swipes his chin, embarrassingly coated with your slick. 'And where will you go, your concubines to cum?' he chuckles then, leaning low, tilting your chin up as you look at him. 'would that bother you, sweetheart?' you shake your head, it can't bother you, it shouldn't, this will be your life now. 'Ah, you're not the best liar, that won't help you play the court, you know,' he turns and walks away then, leaving you alone, to contemplate it all.

Just who was Emperor! Gojo!?

hehe I hope ya'll enjoy I can't wait to finish up a couple stories and get to this (or be chaotic and do it anyway lmaoo)

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[lesmerri]

ARCANE TWITTER P LINKS

Featuring: Vi, Caitlyn Kiramman & Jinx. Notes: You must be logged into twitter/x to view these! Mdni!

VI

Making you squirt. Backshots. Scissoring. Audio from Vi. Riding her strap. Playing with you. Finger fucking you. Rubbing herself to the thought of you. Riding her thigh.

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN

Humping her pillow. Filming herself for you. Caitlyn riding her fingers. Caitlyn bouncing on your strap. Scissoring. Scissoring two. Fucking you.

JINX

Jinx having fun in her hideout. Bestfriend!Jinx while you’re in the bathroom. Fucking her. Needy for you. She got new nails. New nails two. She got impatient waiting for you.

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[tadpole-apocalypse]

Felt like drawing the boys

[arastir]

Karlach 🔥

Decided to jump on this GTA 6 trend and draw Baldur’s Gate’s best girl

[zmpl]

has anyone noticed that after the porn ban of 2018 tumblr was essentially killed from the mainstream and everyone flocked to other social media sites like twitter and meta. then those sites got enshittified to where twitter became Nazi Central and meta sites had an entire meme around getting “zucced” aka mark zuckerberg himself would ban you for saying a no-no word like fuck. and then the mainstream shifted to tiktok where infamous toddlerspeak sentences like “he got unalived by a pew pew” were born because if you once again say a no-no word like kill or gun or any other word that isn’t corporate i mean kid friendly then the algorithm will bury your post into the ground. and somehow we’ve come full circle and tumblr is now the most bearable social media site because although we can’t have female presenting nipples we can at least talk to each other like adults. has anyone noticed that at all or is it just me and the flaming skull

[cherryspliced]

HOPE THIS HURTS

[camisodo-deactivated20150320]

*does laundry but like in a punk way*

[subtleseas]

[hashtagloveloses]

*does laundry but in a musical theatre way*

[caiju]

*does musical theatre but in a punk way*

[faeriviera]

*does punk but in a musical theatre way*

[dragon-in-a-fez]

*does musical theater but in a laundry way*

[christenisnotsocial-blog]

this is my favorite post

[yourenotbeneaththis]

i can’t not re blog this 

[wordfather]

this is inexplicably my favorite tiktok ever it brings me to tears every time why did he do thatttt

[wordfather]

me when i fucking GET you

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[cherryspliced]

Orin the RED