#MY QUEEN i just love her so much she's just so

[cressidagrey]

The Queen of Romantasy and the Race Car Prince - Chapter 9

Pairing: Lando Norris x Elizabeth "Lizzie" Treshton (Original Character)

Summary:

Elizabeth Treshton—bestselling romantasy author, queen of fae heartbreak, and sworn devotee of a carefully structured routine—never expected her service dog to abandon protocol and diagnose a Formula 1 driver with something. But that’s exactly what happens when Mara the wonder-dog ditches Lizzie’s side to aggressively alert to none other than Lando Norris in the middle of a coffee shop.

Warnings and Notes: 

Mention of epilepsy and service animals. I don't myself suffer from epilepsy, so I asked my IRL friend, who thankfully was nice enough to let me ask her all the questions I could come up with. The rest I asked Reddit. So everything that's wrong...that's totally my fault and not on purpose.

Also, this chapter is pretty much pure smut. So NSFW applies.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

Lando bought her dog Ferrari Merch. No, scratch that. Lizzie’s boyfriend had literally asked Charles Leclerc, Il Predestinato himself, to get him Ferrari Merch for Mara.

It wasn’t like Lizzie hadn’t tried to get Ferrari Merch for her dog before…but it had always been pretty much impossible. Until Lando.

Until Lando brought home dog bandanas in rosso corsa, printed with that prancing horse symbol of the Scuderia. 

Lizzie's brain was still reeling from the fact that Lando had gone to such lengths for her dog. It was almost absurd, but also incredibly sweet and endearing.

And if Lando could get Ferrari Merch for her dog...maybe she should get McLaren Merch for him.

The plan had come together in her mind quite quickly.

And when he came home from Imola...she was waiting for him.

Waiting. Wearing a shirt that hailed from sometime before her birth…at a time when F1 cars were still plastered with cigarette advertisements. 

Lizzie had expected a reaction.

She hadn’t expected Lando to practically lose his mind the second he stepped through the door.

The plan had been simple. Subtle. Wear the vintage McLaren hoodie she’d spent way too much time hunting down, let him clock it immediately, and then sit back and enjoy the reaction. Tasha had been convinced this would send him feral—“You wanna break a man? Wear something that combines his two greatest loves: his job and you.”—but Lizzie hadn’t been prepared for this.

Because Lando didn’t just react.

He stared.

Completely frozen in the doorway, his bag slipping from his shoulder, mouth slightly parted like his brain had short-circuited. His eyes tracked every inch of her, taking in the way the hoodie swallowed her frame, the way the sleeves draped past her hands, the way she was curled up on the couch like she’d always belonged there.

And then, just when she started to smirk—

“Oh, you fucking menace.”

Lizzie barely had time to blink before Lando was on her, his body pressing her into the couch cushions, hands already gripping at the fabric like he needed to convince himself it was real.

“You—” A kiss to her jaw. “—are—” His hands slid beneath the hoodie, fingers tracing the bare skin of her waist. “—so—” His lips moved to her throat, warm and insistent. “—fucking cruel.”

Lizzie's heart raced as Lando suddenly came alive, his hands roaming over her, his lips on her skin. She'd expected a reaction, but this was...something else entirely. She let out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed as he kissed her with an intensity that ignited a fire within her.

Lizzie let out a breathless laugh, tilting her head to give him better access. “It’s just a hoodie, Lando.”

Lando pulled back, just enough to look at her, his expression somewhere between wrecked and unbelieving. “Just a hoodie?” He scoffed, hands sliding up her sides, thumbs teasing the edge of her ribcage. “No, see, if you had worn my hoodie, I would’ve lost my mind, but this?” He shook his head, voice rough with something dangerously close to reverence. “You planned this.”

Lizzie bit her lip, deliberately toying with the hem of the hoodie. “Maybe.”

Lando’s gaze darkened, tracking the movement of her hands, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin. "Definitely," he corrected her in a low hum, his breath hot against her collarbone. "You did this on purpose, you little minx."

"Is it working?" She challenged back, her voice an innocent contrast to the gleam in her eyes.

Lando’s hands fisted the hoodie—his team’s hoodie—the possessive move making Lizzie shiver.

He looked at her, his expression wild and wanting. “You have no idea,” he growled in her ear, the sound sending a jolt of lust straight to her core.

"Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea," she murmured back, arching into him, pushing the fabric up on purpose. She could see how it was affecting him, the way his breath caught and his gaze darkened. She knew exactly what she was doing to him...and it fueled her own desire.

“You’re such a tease,” he breathed out, his hands roaming up the heated skin of her sides, his fingers toying with the edge of her bra almost lazily. Lizzie shivered at his touch, arching into him with a quiet moan.

Lando’s mouth latched onto her throat in response, his teeth sinking into her skin just enough to make her gasp. His hands continued their torturous exploration, sliding under her body and lifting her against him.

"Bed," she gasped.

Lando needed no more instruction.

In one swift motion, he scooped her up in his arms, his grip tight as he headed towards the bedroom. It was a whirlwind of sensations, his hands hot and urgent, his body pressed firmly against hers.

They reached the bedroom and he deposited her on the bed, his body following, pinning her down. He loomed over her, his eyes wild and dark, his breathing ragged.

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He rasped out, his lips brushing against her jawline.

Lizzie grinned, her hands wandering to the hem of his shirt, tugging at it with a playful edge. "Oh, trust me, I have some idea."

He leaned back, stripping his shirt off in a quick, practiced motion, and then he was back on her, his body heavy and hard against hers.

He kissed a path down her throat, his hands roaming over her curves, the feel of him against her, the smell of him overwhelming her senses. Lizzie let out a low moan, her hands gripping at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips to pull him closer.

One of her hands buried in his curls, pulling him into another kiss.

"As much as I like this sweater..." Lando whispered

"...it would look better on the floor," Lizzie finished, tugging at the fabric of the hoodie. 

Lando's eyes darkened even further at her words. "God, you're going to be the death of me," he murmured, his hands slipping under the hoodie and pulling it up over her head.

Lizzie was left in just her lace bra, vulnerable and wanting under Lando's gaze. His eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her bare skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous, love," he breathed.

Lizzie arched into him, his words sending a shiver down her spine. "I could say the same about you," she replied huskily, her hands roving over his chest, feeling the firm muscles under her fingertips.

Lando's breath hitched as her fingers traced over his stomach, his hands tightening on her hips. He leaned down, his lips finding her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. "You drive me insane, you know that?" He murmured, his voice low and rough.

Lizzie let out a soft moan, her head tilting back to give him better access. "I have that effect on you, huh?" She teased, her hands wandering lower, fingers tracing the waistband of his jeans.

Lando groaned, his hips pressing into her touch automatically. "More than you realize," he murmured, his lips finding her collarbone. "You're like a goddamn addiction. I can't get enough of you."

Lizzie's breath caught at his words, the raw honesty in them almost too much to handle. She ran her hands over his back, feeling the heat of his skin, the strength of him. "Then take more," she challenged, her voice a whisper in his ear. "I'm not stopping you."

Lando needed no more invitation. His mouth was on her, his teeth scraping across her collarbone, his tongue soothing the skin. His hands roamed, possessive and rough, as if he needed to touch every inch of her to convince himself she was real.

Lizzie gasped, her body arching into him, her hands gripping at his shoulders. She'd never known lust like this, had never felt so desired, so consumed. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, needing to feel more, to have all of him.

Lando's hands were everywhere, his touch igniting flames in her veins. He hooked a finger under the strap of her bra, sliding it off her shoulder, his mouth following the path his finger had traced. A moment later, the scrap of lace joined the discarded hoodie, leaving her completely bare beneath him.

He pulled back to look down at her, his eyes roaming over her naked form like he was seeing her for the first time. "God, Liz," he whispered, his voice hoarse, reverent. "You're so goddamn beautiful."

Lizzie's heart did a little flip at his words, a mix of arousal and affection flooding through her. She reached up, pulling him back down to her, her lips finding his in a hungry kiss. His body pressed against her, his skin on hers, and it was like electricity shooting through her veins.

Lando responded eagerly, his lips moving against hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth. His hands continued their exploration, mapping every contour, every contour, every sensitive spot, learning what made her gasp and shudder.

He kissed down her neck, down over her chest...his hands sliding down her sides, his calloused fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He kissed her stomach, just above her hipbone, his lips tender, almost reverent. Lizzie let out a shaky breath, her fingers digging into the sheets.

Lando moved lower, kissing a path down her stomach, his breath hot against her skin. He reached the edge of her shorts and paused, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, a silent request for permission.

Lizzie met his gaze, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She nodded, her eyes darkened with want, her body trembling with anticipation. Lando's expression darkened, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly, tortuously, slid her shorts down her legs.

He dropped them on the floor, his gaze roaming over her newly-exposed skin. His hands ran up her legs, from ankle to knee to thigh, his touch electrifying. He bit down on his lip as if to suppress a groan, his eyes dark and hot.

Lizzie felt exposed and yet so wanted under his gaze. She couldn't help but squirm a bit, her body needy and desperate. She wanted more, needed more. Her fingers fisted the sheets, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Lando's hands continued their journey, his touch teasing and light as he kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She gasped, her body arching towards him instinctively. His mouth found the spot just below her hipbone, leaving an open-mouthed kiss there, his teeth scraping gently.

Lizzie's breath hitched, her head tilting back as pleasure coursed through her. His touch was setting her ablaze, every kiss, every graze of his teeth sending fire shooting through her veins. She couldn't remember the last time she'd want anyone this desperately, needed anyone like this.

Lando moved lower, his lips finding the juncture between her thighs, his tongue tracing a lazy pattern. She let out a strangled moan, her hips bucking involuntarily. He chuckled, the sound low and knowing. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he was very much enjoying it.

His mouth found her, hot and wet and so unbelievably good. Lizzie's brain short-circuited, her hands flying to his hair, grabbing at his curlsdesperately. She let out a strangled cry, her body arching off the bed, her toes curling. Lando groaned against her, the vibration sending another jolt of pure pleasure through her. 

Lizzie gasped, her hips instinctively bucking against him. "Oh god, yes..." She managed to get out, her voice strangled and weak. Lando's hands held her in place, his grip firm, but not rough, as he continued his ministrations. 

The sensations were overwhelming, bordering on too much. Lizzie felt like she was drowning in him, in this moment, in this feeling. Her body was alive with it, her skin on fire, her heart pounding out of her chest. Every touch of his tongue, every graze of his fingers sent sparks through her, like electricity through her veins.

He pressed one finger into her, and she couldn’t help but clench down onto it. Lando's grip on her thighs tightened as she started to shiver, her breathing rough and ragged. He could feel her teetering on the edge, and he didn't ease up. His tongue continued its rhythm, relentless and precise, pushing her closer and closer… He slid two fingers in, deep and slowly started to fuck her with them.

“Yes.” Her breath hitched, and she shuddered against his hand. “Yes, that’s so good.”

Lizzie was lost, completely lost in him, in the pleasure he was wringing from her body. She was on the precipice, teetering on the edge, her body quivering with the need for release. She gripped at the sheets, her fingers white-knuckled, as she fought for control.

And then...she tipped over the edge. Her body spasmed, her back arching off the bed, her vision going white. Lando's name fell from her lips like a prayer, a broken, breathless moan that seemed to echo in the room. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her boneless

Lizzie's mind was still spinning, her body thrumming with aftershocks, as Lando pulled away, his eyes dark and satisfied. He crawled back up her body, his hands roaming over her skin, his lips finding hers in a rough, needy kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips, the familiarity and intimacy of it sending a shiver through her. She could feel him, hard and strained against her hip, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers roaming down his back.

Lando groaned into her mouth, his hips instinctively grinding against hers. He was losing his composure, his touch becoming more impatient, more desperate. He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough and hoarse. "Lizzie," he whispered, his fingers digging into her hips, "I need—"

“Condom,” she gasped. “Bedside table.”

Lando's eyes darkened, his expression turning almost predatory, as he shifted off her, slipping out of the sweatpants he wore. 

He reached over to the bedside table, his eyes never leaving hers, and grabbed a condom from the drawer. His fingers trembled slightly as he ripped open the foil, his movements jerky with impatience.

He had it on in record time, Lizzie watching him, her breath catching in her throat. He was glorious, all coiled muscle and heat, and he was hers. He pushed her legs apart, settling between them, his body covering hers.

Lizzie was already on edge again, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her, wanting him as close as possible. Lando groaned, his forehead dropping to hers as he rubbed against her, his breathing uneven.

"I need you," he mumbled, his voice raw, and Lizzie couldn't help but shiver at the sound. "Need you so much." She reached up, cupping his face in her hands, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. Their eyes met, and in that moment, everything else fell away.

Lando's breath caught as he looked into her eyes, as if she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. He shifted his hips, his tip nudging at her entrance, and a gasp fell from her lips. They were so close, so close, and yet he still hesitated for a moment, his face a question.

Lizzie knew what he was asking without words and she nodded, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "Yes," she whispered, her voice a ragged plea. "Please. I need you, too."

That’s all he needed. With the sound of one sharp breath...he pushed in. It was like nothing she’d ever felt. She couldn't think, couldn't breathe, could only feel him. 

A moan slipped from her lips, deep and rough, as he began to move, slow and gentle at first. Every slide, every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through her veins, and she could feel him—every shudder, every sound, every tremble… He was moving slowly, almost tortuously, his eyes on hers, his teeth gritted in restraint. His breath was coming in harsh gasps, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Lizzie reached up, her fingers tracing his jaw, her touch both soothing and arousing. 

"Harder," she whispered, her voice a plea, her nails digging into his skin. "Please, I need—I need you."

His control snapped. Lando's hands slammed down next to her head, gripping the sheets, the muscles in his arms straining. He picked up the pace, each thrust harder, deeper, rougher than the last. 

He leaned down, his breaths hot against her neck, his hips moving relentlessly against hers. He was everywhere, surrounding her, consuming her. “God, Lizzie...” he groaned, his voice raw and guttural. “You’re so fucking perfect, so goddamn beautiful, I can’t—I can’t—"

She could feel him coming undone, every movement, every word, every ragged gasp was a piece of him breaking off and falling into her. She arched against him, her body meeting his with every thrust, seeking more, always more, scrabbling for purchase on the sweat slick skin of his back. "Don't hold back," Lizzie gasped, her fingers sliding into his hair. "Let go, let me see you."

That was all it took for the last vestiges of restraint to snap. Lando lost himself completely in her, his body driving into hers without restraint, one hand gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. 

She could feel him spiraling, coming undone, and she wanted to see it, to feel it, to be the one to undo him. She pulled him closer, her legs tightening around his waist. "Come for me," she gasped, her voice a pleading plea. "Please, Lando, come with me."

He let out a rough, guttural moan as if the words were a command he couldn't refuse. He was so close, his body trembling with the effort to hold back, to prolong this moment. She could feel him teetering on the edge, his rhythm growing rougher, more erratic. "Lizzie...f-f-fuck..." he managed to get out through clenched teeth, as if those were the only words he could remember.

She pulled him down, her fingers gripping his hair, "Let go," she gasped, her voice rough and broken. "Let go, Lando. I've got you, I promise."

He drove into her again, and her Orgasm slammed into her like a sucker punch. 

It was like a switch was flicked. He buried himself in her, a gasp torn from his lungs as he came undone. It was like nothing she'd ever felt, the power and the beauty and the absolute trust in it. She held him through it, her hands mapping his skin, her lips finding his, kissing him with everything she had. He was shaking, trembling, vulnerable, and all she wanted to do was hold him close and never let go.

He collapsed against her, his body boneless and heavy, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His head was tucked into the crook of her neck, and she could feel the rapid thump of his heart against her chest. She held him close, her fingers stroking his hair gently, as if he was something fragile.

They stayed like that for a while, the minutes ticking by in silence, the only sound in the room their breathing and the occasional beat of the clock. Lando's breaths were slowly returning to normal, his body relaxed and sated. Lizzie's heart was still racing, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what had just happened.

Lando eventually raised his head, looking down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. "You...okay?" he whispered, his voice still a little rough.

Lizzie nodded, a small smile on her lips. "More than okay," she said, her voice soft and sated. "That was..." She trailed off, struggling to find the words to describe it.

Lando let out a tired, but satisfied chuckle. "Yeah, it was," he agreed, his eyes roaming over her face with a possessive glint. He propped himself up on one elbow, running his free hand over her curves, as if unable to keep his hands off her.

She shivered under his touch, her body still sensitive from their encounter. She reached up, her finger tracing his bottom lip, her eyes mapping the features of his face. "You're so beautiful," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Lando's gaze softened, something almost like awe in his eyes. He caught her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and gently kissing her knuckles. "You're the beautiful one," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and sincere.

She couldn't help but blush under his gaze, the intensity in his eyes making her chest tighten. She couldn't believe he was looking at her like that, as if she was the only person in the world. 

It was intoxicating, and beautiful and she found herself wanting to drown in it, in him. 

[littledeathdove]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ༝༚༝༚ 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Scenario; Hyun-Ju is the body guard for a famous fem!Reader who happens to joy teasing and annoying Hyun-Ju as a daily thing.

A/N; I need to push out some other type of content other then re8, SOOO I’m adding my beautiful bob queen to the list aka Hyun-Ju (player 120). This is also me saying that she is added to my characters of who I do requests for!

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(How she became your bodyguard)

𐙚 • With your popularity and your habit for wanting to go around places in public like malls and stuff, you had a great amount of bodyguards at standby for any time you needed them.

𐙚 • Unfortunately though, a opening in your staff of guards had opened up after you had to let go of one due to them leaking out information of your whereabouts to a friend of theirs just so they could get a photo/autograph.

𐙚 • You weren’t in charge of taking care of hiring a new bodyguard, so you left that task in the hands of your management while you still continued to indulge in your love of going to places that could let paparazzi easily catch sighting of you. Your new target was a lovely cafe you heard had great pastries.

𐙚 • In disguise, you made your way there during the afternoon which your management said would be the best time to go thanks to little to no people being around. And they were right, there were barely any people in the cafe and only a small line of people at the counter.

𐙚 • You dismissed your bodyguards — expect the one who was also in disguise — and made your way to the line. Even though it went over your head of why a line would be at the counter even though there was barely any people here, you realized that there was situation going on between a tall women and the cashier. After a quick listen in you caught on that the woman didn’t have enough money on her card for whatever she was ordering, and that she going to pay for the rest in cash which she was fetching out of her wallet.

𐙚 • Even though the cashier was patiently waiting for the woman to count her money, a tired looking business man behind the taller woman had spoken up on the frustration of waiting on her to make change. The situation turned even more sour/embarrassing when the man had muttered what sounded like an offensive term after the cashier explained he would just have to be patient.

𐙚 • You watched the woman’s body language change drastically, noting of how her face went completely blank. When you noticed her placing her wallet back into her pockets, you moved from your place in the line to right beside her.

- - -

“I’ll pay for it,” You said without even realizing what you were doing. You took a moment to process the moment as you looked from the cashier to the rude man behind the woman you were suddenly helping out. The same woman who was now looking down at you with slightly widen eyes, she seemed to be in shock for a while which allowed you to fetch your own card and give it to the cashier.

“I will also like to add a strawberry ade with whatever pastry is the most top seller here onto that order. Please.” The words rushed out of your mouth showing how much you wanted to go ahead and get the order before you have to scene with the guy behind you. Thankfully the cashier seemed to catch on and she quickly added your extra items to the order before telling you your total and tapping your card transfer the money.

Once you grabbed your card back you went over to the side of the counter that the cashier told you to wait for your order at, the taller woman hesitantly following behind you along with your bodyguard. After a couple of beats of silence and looks between you and your guard, the woman finally spoke up.

“…Why did you do that ma’am?” Her words caused you to look up at her, you knew she was tall but behind right beside her now made it even more noticeable. You didn’t know how long you were looking at her but she seemed to get nervous due to your prolong stare. If her now fidgeting with her hands was anything to go off of.

“I saw you putting your money away after that…rude man,” You trailed off your words trying to keep yourself as respectful as possible, “and I didn’t want you to just cancel the order due to him, so I just decided to pay for both of our orders. I had enough money to do so anyway.” You tired your best to make it seem like nothing, especially since you didn’t even know you were doing it for a good couple of seconds.

Thankfully your order was placed on the counter before the woman could say anything else, so you took the chance to place her order in her hands. “Are you sitting anywhere? I will like some company beside the guy over here.”

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𐙚 • That is how you ended up talking to woman — whose name you learned was Cho Hyun-ju — for what you believe was two hours.

𐙚 • Thanks to your openness in the conversation and questioning, you learned the surface level of Hyun-Ju as a person and her financial situation which she was more hesitant to share. Even though you didn’t know her background or if she even have any experience, you had excitedly told her who you are and your need of a new bodyguard due to the past situation with your old one. All in hopes to help her out.

𐙚 • She was quick to say that she couldn’t possibly, but you were persistent. Telling her about the pay she could get and how she could be backed up by a secondary guard if she didn’t have any experience. You never thought you were a convincing person but you were able to Hyun-Ju to agree.

(As your bodyguard)

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju takes her job very serious. She took note of your old bodyguard and their mistakes, even though she would never do something so unprofessional, Hyun-Ju still makes sure to refrain from making any silly mistakes. Especially since she is quite literally in charge of your safety here.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju uses her advantages of having a sharp eye and being quick on her feet to keep you outmost safe when she is around. She is always scanning out the places your both in especially if your both in a disguise because you wanted to go do something in public. She will subconsciously take it a step further to read everyone’s body language for any potential threats to your life. With her heightened senses, no one could possibly try you.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju joins on board with your managers to see when is the best time for you to go out to a certain place whenever you decide you want to indulge in that like of yours. Even though she can and will protect you no matter what, Hyun-Ju not only enjoys having a less load on her shoulders with a denser crowd, but it also calms down your anxious thoughts on the what if’s that could happen to you if she isn’t able to fully protect you due to a large crowd around.

𐙚 • Due to how you both met, Hyun-Ju is quick to defend you in situations, calm down your nerves, and give you supportive advice when it’s needed. She sees this as a payback for what you did for her in that cafe, even though you constantly tell her she shouldn’t worry about such small things.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju isn’t shy to admit that she loves the fact that her pervious experience in the army and closeness to you allowed her to land the job as your new personal bodyguard. She loves being able to be by your side without questioning. There’s no lying about the fact that you grown to be an employer of Hyun-Ju, but also a close friend.

𐙚 • Whenever you two are driving around in your luxury car by your personal driver, Hyun-Ju loves to have conversations with you even if they don’t always stay appropriate for a employee and a employer.

𐙚 • Don’t even get me started on the whole disguises. If you insist on doing makeup on her to add to her disguise she wouldn’t even refuse since she likes the calming experience of you doing her makeup. It even more fun to do a raiding of your closet for clothes that would make you blend in more. Especially when it turns into a whole walkway show of you presenting one outfit after another.

𐙚 • On a more serious note, Hyun-Ju can become protective over you quickly if a situation was to escalate and you accidentally or purposely put yourself in harms way. When situations like this happen Hyun-Ju doesn’t care to be gentle with the paparazzi, she will shove them will all her strength if it means she can get you to safety quicker. And once she has, Hyun-Ju will be quick to explain to you how you must be more careful.

𐙚 • Depending on how dangerous the situation got the longer this conversation will be. Especially if you were to dismiss it or try to make it seem as if it wasn’t as serious.

(Reaction to your behavior at first/Handling your silly behavior)

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju will be surprised by your behavior at first. She did suspect that you would act more professional once she came into this position, but she isn’t complaining. Your silly behavior makes her more comfortable around you quicker then expected

𐙚 • When it comes to your occasional teasing Hyun-Ju usually just brushes it off with a small fond smile, sometimes she will get “shy” and subconsciously fidget with her hands if your teasing was more effective that day. That is all when she first starts working for you, but later on in the job she is more confident and comfortable to tease you back

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“Oh come on Hyun-Ju, there’s no need to be so shy!” You shuffled in your seat as you waved from inside your car to the flashing cameras outside. Once your driver finally drove completely away, you looked back to Hyun-Ju with a smirk on your face. “There’s nothing wrong with saying you enjoyed what that fan was saying, I mean how many bodyguards could say they got called hot by their employer’s fans?”

You leaned forward to get a better look at Hyun-Ju’s face, wanting to be sure that you weren’t making her uncomfortable or if she had shown any signs of wanting you to stop. Thankfully you were met with the sight of a small shy smile on her face alongside a showing of redness on her cheeks.

Hyun-Ju started twisting her index finger as she shook her head and looked towards you finally, “You are ridiculous, shouldn’t you be more worried over the fact your fans almost went out of control back there?”

You shrugged as you scooted closer to Hyun-Ju, resting your head on her shoulder as you stretched out your legs. Tired from the amount of walking you had just done and the amount of flashing cameras in your face just moments ago was starting to take effect on your eyesight.

“Why would I be? That’s what fans do, plus I have a hot bodyguard to worry about and take care of that for me.” Your smile deepened as you felt Hyun-Ju’s breath hitch and her head turning the best it could to look down at you.

After a couple of beats of silence, a giggle-filled it in, it was Hyun-Ju’s. “I swear you make me consider if my position is truly the best or not every day,” amusement was laced all over her voice. Her hand hovered over your side as the vehicle went over a bump.

You decided to just roll your eyes and leave the conversation at that, but suddenly an idea came into your head. Snapping your head upwards to look at Hyun-Ju — who was looking at you almost immediately once you started moving again — your finger pointing at her as you vocalized your idea excitedly.

“I should pull a Lady Gaga and have you sing over some lyrics on a song!” You didn’t even need to explain what that meant since Hyun-Ju seemed to get it immediately. Her eyes disappeared completely as she rolled them into the back of her head, a small dramatic groan coming out of her throat.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

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𐙚 • Now if your teasing was to lean more towards the flirtatious side it causes a whole different reaction out of Hyun-Ju.

𐙚 • In her past career she likely never experienced this type of behavior. So she will be pretty confused at first and worry if your words would make it seem like your favor her more. Which wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t have other bodyguards that could find an issue in this.

𐙚 • She’ll slowly guide the conversation into a different direction when you started to teases her, or just completely go quiet in hopes you would switch to another topic yourself

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju wouldn’t necessarily dislike your behavior but she definitely gets concerned of possible problems arising between her and her co-workers. But after she notice that they don’t care over the favoring and how they are also amused by watching you and her interact, she will start to react back to you more

𐙚 • Probably not going as far as to flirt back but she will sometimes playfully cover your mouth or make you remember something embarrassing you did just to get the same reaction out of you

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Overall Hyun-Ju would be a great bodyguard and would gladly protect you. Even though she might joke about disliking her position, she truly is grateful for you and will not trade this job for any other. Not only because of the good pay, but because she has grown quite a great attachment towards you, and she’ll do anything to keep your relationship strong.

A/N; And that’s the end of the post, requests for our queen are completely welcomed! I currently I’m using a scenario generator to get ideas of what to write so yeah 😭. These headcanons aren’t on the most romantic note but I hope y’all enjoy my silly lil rant still 😛

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Platonic Yandere Demon Queen Headcannons (1)

Introduction | Part 2|

The Demon Queen is adamant that you drink from her even if you're a month off of weening

She just has to get that instinct out 

Constantly holding you against her monumental chest just like she did with her first

Unlike humans who have a nursery, demons make nests

A Soft comfortable place for her and her baby

Hers is in the deep dungeons of one of her many castles

Moving to an identical copy of her nest for wherever she feels like 

Currently, her nest is like a pod

Open and closed by a very specific spell 

The floor is a carpet of flower petals, soft, soothing, and place magically grown to keep fussy babies calm

And that’s what life’s like for you, if not in the soft chest of your new Mama

It’ll be weeks before she will actually part with you to attend her duties

Rarely does she deem any situation dire enough to leave her nest 

But when she does you’re in tow

Swaddled and likely sleeping she has a standing bassinet

Level and matching with her skull-covered throne

“Ah!”

“Yes, we’ll do the obvious thwing mwy lwove!”

“We’ll….proceed with the assassin plan?”

“YES IDIOT! Now go it smells like my baby needs a diaper change!”

Your Demon Queen Mama doesn’t care in the slightest that you’re a human

She loves how long it’s taking for you to grow just a little bit

Demon babes with their extra month in the womb spend less time getting older

Humans on the other hand have a more standard rate of growth

Which she quickly studies up on when she gets concerned that you aren’t speaking yet and can barely lift your head on your own

She proudly hold you in her arms as she speaks to her generals about your development

Her generals will often share there own knowledge about children in concern about hers

While she may scoff and wave them off 

Their concerns usually ignite something she was wondering about

“My Queen is a human babe supposed to not have teeth at this age? Perhaps they’ll need implants?”

“FOOLISH! My baby will need no such thing!”

“I see. Excuse me, my lady.”

“....Say (Y/n) will teeth somehow magically appear within here?”

“Ohhh! Baa!”

Other than the strong learning curve she adores her human baby and celebrates all your major milestones

Making sure to execute anyone who refuses you or even remotely doesn’t pretend to also be so proud

And the first that she does this to is her concubines

You didn’t think she just had this baby with some random 

No no no 

She has a total of three concubines, every now and then she’ll accept another for political purposes but it’s a known fact that they won’t last long

After all her three concubines are known as the three Reapers

One way or another making sure they are the only ones in the Queen’s bed

Something the Queen has always treasured

Loyalty with their entire being

From fear and love a volatile mix of both

The same that she has with you 

And who better to teach you about what to expect than them

She’s…cautious when it comes to you meeting them

While she can’t deny they were among the few who could be near her when she had her…..slump

She also knows their ruthlessness does not stop at rivals in love

anyone who threatens her reign, happiness, and goals they intervene 

Usually without her instruction

She worries they might do the same

But of course both scaring and exciting, the first concubine approaches first

“Oh my Queen! May I sit on the edge of your nest to see your precious baby?”

“You…may…”

She refuses to let her eldest concubine come much closer than that

Already bold to even enter the room, she’s suspicious of her

Her eldest concubine is Milune, gorgeous as she is soft

She’s the Queen’s go-to for comfort

Unbelievably soft in a world full of demons, the Queen adores the balance 

she thanks her human parents for that

“My Queen I’ve brought a specially crafted wunzie for your little one! Can they try it on?”

“They can…but I will inspect it first.”

“Of course!” 

The Queen does recall just how eager she was to help her craft her nest

Lovingly adding her unique magic to the protective spells around it

Recalling a discussion she had with her about being a mother herself

“If my Queen wished it I’d love to conceive for you! Or to handle the raising of the little one when you’re crushing all of humanity! Whatever you wish for your majesty!”

Perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to let her hold you….only once of course

“Ahh~! Look at you! Aren’t you a joy to behold!”

Milune is holding you up high and filling your face with kisses 

Making baby you laugh

The Queen is torn between happiness at her acceptance of you….and jealousy

Now beginning to master walking, she’s just sad you aren’t crawling only to her anymore

…but she figures its not that bad when she finds a gaggle of elven assassins dead bodies strewn all over the hallway

“They got far too close to the baby, my Queen! Plus the little one just got down for their nap!” 

She’s pretty sure your hearing isn’t that good but she doesn’t mind

In fact she thinks it’s great

Absolutely showering Milune in affection and more responsibility with you

“Oh little one! Come sit in mama Milune’s lap! While we watch your Mama massacre these insolent worms.”

Milune is delighted

As someone who grieved alongside the Queen, your existence brings her a similar joy

And what better way to honor her Queen and love by showering you in the same obsession her Queen adores

When she pretends that your her baby too you are

She’s certain she’d do anything for you and kill whoever she’s allied with to protect you

Including the concubines she’s made a pact with...

TBC...

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

of humans and soulmates [TEASER]

a/n: we all knew i was gonna tease it lets be honest (• ε •) -not proofread, there be spelling errors/inconsistencies ahead-

teaser w.count - 900+ words [current full w.count: 14k] genre: dragon emperor!zhongli, human servant!y/n, royal au, soulmate/dragon mate au, different kingdoms, angst, slow burn but also kinda not really?, hidden identities original teaser announcement

“Li!” You call out, jogging up to his side. The stranger who isn’t a stranger turns, and you assume he smiles at you. You can’t tell. You can’t see him.

Coming to stand at his front his hand moves to brush against your cheek. He does this offer so he can ‘see’ what expression you're making. Today he runs his knuckles down the apple of your cheek and can feel you smile. 

“Good evening, my dear.” 

This is Li. Your soulmate. The soulmate you can’t even see. That’s how it works- at least for you both. 

You were born with a mark on your back. Golden lines that never touch and form the shape of a diamond imprinted on your left shoulder blade. It was because of this mark you were never loved by your father or your half-sister. 

Abandoned to be a mere servant of the palace as a maid and nothing more. You’ve never once acted the part of your kingdom’s first born princess; in fact, they don’t even know you exist. Sometimes, it feels like the only good thing you got out of being unrecognized is the fact you were allowed to carry your mother’s maiden name and not the royal families. 

According to the rest of peoples in your kingdom, the first princess was still born and the mother mourned so deeply she took her own life. Thus the king remarried two years later and had a child with the late second-queen. 

Sometimes you wish you were accepted despite your ‘flaw’, yearning for familiar love. It never lingers because if you had been brought up any other way than this one, you wouldn’t be where you are now. You could have treated Li like a stranger you loathed. You don’t. You love this man whose face you have never seen. 

The way your soulmarks work is simple yet complicated. You both can meet in dreams just like this. The first time you both met was when you were 15 and to stay you were beyond spooked is an understatement. You actually woke yourself up by screaming in pure shock. He snickered at you the second time you met in a dream. 

Li is simply a shadowed figure to your eyes. You appear the same to him, a simple shadow in the shape of a human. Neither one of you will know what the other looks like until you see one another. It’s almost cruel, since you’ll probably be trapped inside this castle until you're old and grey and when you finally die, you’ll be lucky to be buried in the cemetery. You may never know what he looks like or ever get to meet him. It's tragic. 

That doesn’t mean you know nothing about your soulmate. You know plenty. 

For starters, his name isn’t actually Li, but that’s what he’s asked you to call him. He says he can’t say his name for reasons that are hard to explain. You understand though. He’s tall with long hair he usually ties low at the back of his head during the day. 

He isn’t a human, but a dragon (when he told you that, you begged to touch his ears since you’ve heard they’re pointed- he let you). However the horns you can make out the silhouette of that separate, branch off, and stretch above him you leave alone. 

He prefers drinking tea over liquor and he prefers it black- but he does fancy a particular wine that’s often made in his homeland. His kingdom has two names- one is pronounced in dragonic tongue and the other is much easier for humans to articulate. You still haven’t learned what is it though since he doesn’t often speak of home. 

He can’t stand seafood. 

Apparently he’s actually over 500 hundred years old- and when he first got his mark that matched yours- it was on the day you spooked yourself awake for the first time at 15 years old. It’s been many years since then. 

You’ve traced his face with your fingers before, hoping to get a mental feel for how he appears. His features are defined and he feels handsome, but unfortunately for you- you still couldn’t create a whole image of him in your head. You don’t know if it’s arrogance, but he also claims that others say he is pleasing to look at. You choose to believe him. 

Li loves the smell of flowers. Where he lives in the kingdom of dragons- with that dragonic name you have quite the struggle pronouncing since the language is tough on the tongue- there’s a special flower that grows spontaneously on cliffsides. The plant that blooms in three, purple stalks is called violetgrass and while every flower has its own uniqueness and beauty, he tends to favor the blue bell blooms that hang downwards. 

He was kind and patient with you. Li often speaks freely and listens attentively. Despite claiming to have a short temper some days, he’s never once lost it. He claims your presence has a calming effect on him, and should the day ever come when he raises his voice towards you, you are free to put him in his place. You can’t imagine either happening. 

While you are soulmates, Li has also taken time before to explain that additionally on his end, you are considered his dragonic mate despite remaining human. He speaks of you as if you hold his very soul in your palms and it always makes you warm. 

“You’re a bit late to fall asleep tonight,” he points out. Taking your hand in his, he helps ease you onto the ground and let your legs dangle over the edge of the cliffside. He joins you once you’ve settled, never letting himself become comfortable first.

a/n pt.2: if the whole soulmate thing doesn't make sense, i swear to god i'll try and explain it later when the m.draft is finished hngghhh. it makes sense in my heaD OKAy

[zoswriting]

queen pls i need more of dad shoto🙏

ask, and you shall receive.

✦ don’t eat the baby.

⤷ synopsis : your baby’s cute as fuck. that’s it. that’s the synopsis.

⤷ a/n : my bad this is so late HAHAHA i’ve been trying to think of a scenario for the longest time </3 writer’s block is insane, hence this short-ish little thing. my baby fever will always be worse, though.

⤷ warnings : fluff, cuteness aggression, shoto taking everything literally, dad!shoto, husband!shoto, you have a daughter called rumi (she’s basically gonna be the basis for all of my baby scenarios unless stated otherwise), probably some other stuff i can’t think of right now

every time you think shoto couldn't be more perfect, you're proven wrong. every time, without fail. how have you been proven wrong this time?

shoto's sitting in the rocking chair you begged him to buy (although he really didn't need much convincing, he could not say no to you when you were pregnant. he still can't say no to you.) with a bottle in hand. your daughter is gently cradled against him, her head and body tilted in the perfect position for her to be fed, her little eyes slowly, slowly falling shut as she drank her milk, provided to her by your husband. that definitely isn't rare, but it doesn't happen often, either.

he doesn't notice you in the doorway straight away, focused on making sure your child is being properly fed rather than anything else. he only notices you when he sees a figure go to sit down on the bean bag in the corner of rumi's nursery, and he turns his head, just to be met with your adoring gaze and soft smile.

"hi," is all he says—whispers, more like—before his line of sight is directed on rumi again. you smile a little harder, loving the scene in front of you. god, you wish you could take a picture of this and keep it with you forever. it's silent for a little while longer, apart from the soft sounds of your breathing and your daughter drinking from her bottle.

"you're so natural like this, you know? i love seeing you all... domestic. it's so sweet," you say softly, leaning forward with your elbow on your knee and your chin propped up onto your hand as you continue to stare at him. he raises an eyebrow at your words.

"what, exactly, are you telling me, love? that you find me attractive when i'm being a father?" he muses, to which you glare at him playfully and roll your eyes.

"haha, funny. honestly though? kind of. you get all gentle and tender when you’re holding her and it's really cute."

"i'm flattered, truly."

your little conversation momentarily pauses there, but your glances at him don't. not when he puts rumi’s bottle down because she’s turning her head away, not when he gently lifts her up whilst placing her head on his shoulder and starts tenderly patting her back to burp her, and definitely not when he finally stands to put her in her cot. you stand too, watching the way shoto carefully peels her off of his shoulder and sets her down in a way as to not jostle her too much. he sets her little rabbit teddy just in the top corner of her cot, leaning down to give her pudgy, baby cheek a kiss.

he turns towards you when he feels you stand next to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. you lean into him and just take in the sight before you. your baby, the life you both created (you could go on a whole tangent about how it’s ’so crazy two people are able to make a whole human’, which he’s heard countless times before during your late night conversations), your whole entire world just peacefully asleep.

“i’m gonna eat her,” you mutter mindlessly. cuteness aggression, as people call it, really hits you full swing in moments like this.

shoto pulls back just slightly to look at you. “please don’t. i kind of like having a not-eaten daughter,” he says softly, yet so, so seriously, it’s comical.

you huff out an amused breath, looking up at him. you’re tempted to to correct him, tell him that you’re not actually serious, but you think that he knows as much, so you decide to play around a little more. “fine. i’m eating you, then,” you turn your head back and lean in, gently biting his shoulder. he doesn’t flinch, just stares down at you with a glare that’s both incredulous yet also fond.

“what are you doing?”

“eating you, ‘cause you won’t let me eat her.”

“i don’t think that’s very wise.”

“shut up,” you bite him a little harder.

“okay.”

you pull away from his shoulder, sighing as he won’t let you win. instead, you both just look below you at your baby girl. his arm goes to wrap around your waist, gently reeling you in closer to him without any further words spoken.

your daughter stirs just slightly, her face contorting into a tiny frown before relaxing. you smile, looking up at shoto, who kisses your head.

you don’t think anything could be better than this.

[goldfades]

Could we get something with crashout queen about her upbringing, family, and background? Specifically as to why she gets so fierce and stuff, I'm thinking more of your personal head cannons if that's okay , I'd love to get to understand her as a character better 😌

ohhh i love this question bc i’ve been thinking about her backstory for a while now. like, how do you become the wnba’s resident hothead with a courtside menace for a boyfriend? it had to start somewhere. so here’s my personal little headcanon deep dive on the crash out queen’s upbringing and why she’s that girl:

first of all—new york born and raised??? that already tells you everything you need to know. like, imagine growing up in a city where you have to fight for everything—space, attention, respect. and she learned early that you either speak up or you get drowned out.

she probably grew up in one of those neighborhoods where the park courts are sacred. like, you had to prove yourself to even get a run. those courts? they don’t care if you’re a kid. you miss a shot? you’re hearing about it. you call a soft foul? “play through it.” so she learned how to talk back. learned how to win.

she wasn’t just good—she was tough. elbows out on rebounds, chirping right back at the dudes who didn’t want to pass her the ball. like, i fully believe she earned her respect the hard way. no handouts. no special treatment. just work.

her family dynamic is also so key here.

i imagine her coming from a loud, passionate family. like, the type where love is shown through roasting each other at the dinner table but god help anyone outside the family who tries it. you know the vibe—we can joke about each other, but no one else can.

she’s got older siblings who never let her win at anything. like, her older brother/sister would block her shots, steal her snacks, talk trash during pickup games. and that’s where the fire started. because when you’re the youngest, you either stay quiet or you get louder. and she chose loud.

her parents? i see her having a mom who is no-nonsense but deeply supportive. like, the type of mom who worked two jobs but still found time to pull up to every game—sitting in the stands with a folding chair, yelling louder than the coach. and a dad who taught her the game but also taught her the attitude. “if you don’t believe you’re the best on that court, why should anyone else?”

the competitive edge? the fierceness?

oh, that comes from losing. not the pretty, motivational kind of losing—but the ugly kind. and she got injured in high school at a crucial moment. maybe there were coaches who told her she was “too emotional,” “too much,” “too aggressive.”

and she took that personally.

so by the time she hit college ball, she had something to prove. every bucket, every steal, every shove—it was all part of her making sure nobody ever doubted her again. and when she hit the wnba? oh, it was on.

and she didn’t get recruited the way she thought she would.

so, uconn. the dream.

growing up in new york, uconn was it. the gold standard. the dynasty. every little girl with a basketball dream wanted to play there, and she was no different.

she worked her whole life with uconn in the back of her mind. every early morning workout, every late-night shootaround, every pickup game in the park where she had to prove herself against dudes who doubted her—all of it was fueled by the idea that one day, she’d wear that uconn jersey.

she wasn’t just good—she was great. one of the best guards in the state. fast, aggressive, unrelenting. the type of player who could take over a game and talk her talk while doing it. but there was always this whisper around her:

“she’s too fiery.” “too emotional.” “great player, but does she know how to be coached?”

and that’s where it started to hurt. because deep down, she knew what they meant. they didn’t want someone who would argue with refs or stare down opponents. they wanted someone polished. someone who fit the mold.

and as the recruitment period came around, she waited. she waited for the call from uconn. from the coach she idolized. she kept thinking, any day now.

except it never came.

instead, she got the offer from duke. and duke? duke was… complicated.

they weren’t at their peak. the program was rebuilding. they weren’t a powerhouse like uconn. people whispered that going there would be a waste of her talent. that she should hold out for a bigger offer.

but the thing about her? she wasn’t afraid of a challenge.

she was hurt—deeply—by uconn’s silence. she’d given everything with the hope of that offer, and it stung that they didn’t believe in her the way she believed in herself.

but when duke came knocking, offering her the chance to lead something new, to be the face of a rebuild? she said yes without hesitation. because if there’s one thing about her—it’s that she doesn’t run from hard things.

and the second she committed to duke, the narrative started:

“she should’ve waited.” “she’s settling.” “she’ll never win a title there.”

ohhhh, and that fueled her.

her freshman year at duke? absolute chaos.

she came in with something to prove—to herself, to uconn, to everyone. she took over from day one. dropping 30 in her first college game, flexing at the camera, talking wild on the court. the media loved the drama of it all—this fiery freshman carrying a rebuilding team on her back.

and guess what?

they won the natty. freshman year. (in this universe ofc)

against all odds.

duke, led by the girl no one believed in, became national champions. and it wasn’t just a win—it was a statement.

and then uconn came calling.

suddenly, after she’d proven herself, after she’d done what they never thought she could—they wanted her.

the coach she admired growing up finally picked up the phone. “we think you’d be a great fit here. we’d love for you to consider transferring.”

it should have felt like validation. but it didn’t. it felt like a slap in the face.

because where was that call when she needed it most? when she was begging for that chance, working her ass off in high school, waiting for them to see her?

they didn’t believe in her until she forced them to.

and here’s the thing about her: she’s loyal.

she didn’t take the easy route. she built something at duke. she led that program to a title when nobody believed she could. and now that uconn finally saw her worth?

she said no.

no hesitation. no regrets.

“they didn’t want me when i was grinding. they don’t get me now that i’m shining.”

oh, and when she faced uconn the next season? she torched them. 35 points, waved at their bench after hitting a dagger three, blew a kiss to the crowd. postgame?

“yeah, that one was personal.”

iconic behavior.

but beneath all that fire? the rejection hurt. more than she let on.

because deep down, it was never just about basketball. it was about validation. about being seen. uconn ignoring her felt like the basketball world telling her she wasn’t “good enough” unless she toned it down, played the “right” way.

but instead of shrinking herself, she got louder. instead of changing, she leaned harder into who she was.

and this whole experience? it defined her career.

that’s why she’s fierce. that’s why she’s loyal. that’s why she rides for her people no matter what.

it’s why, when luka came along—chaotic, loud, unapologetic luka—she recognized that same fire. the same “i’m gonna prove you wrong” energy.

she didn’t need uconn’s validation in the end. she carved her own path.

her personality on the court vs. off the court is another layer.

like yeah, she’s fiery on the court—talks trash, gets techs, doesn’t back down. but off the court? she’s lowkey funny as hell. sarcastic, quick-witted, that classic new york humor. the kind of person who can roast you and have you laughing at the same time.

and honestly, that’s what drew luka in. like, everyone expects him to go for someone chill, but nah—he met someone who matched his energy, who wasn’t scared to check him. she’s the only one who could call him out for arguing with refs too much and then turn around and get ejected for her own argument three minutes later.

and the fierceness runs deeper than just competitiveness.

it’s comes back to loyalty. she grew up in a place where you ride for your people—no matter what. that’s why she and luka are so chaotic together. because she’s always going to stand up for her own, and luka? that’s her person.

like, imagine a press conference where someone tries to shade luka. reader just leans forward into the mic like, “you got something to say? say it directly.” and luka is sitting next to her, grinning like an idiot because he lives for this energy.

honestly, her upbringing explains everything.

growing up in new york taught her to be tough. her family taught her loyalty. the courts taught her grit. losing taught her hunger. and luka? well, luka taught her that someone could handle all of that fire—and match it with his own

[batboysanonymous]

Burn for You

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Summary: Eris Vanserra was never meant to love, never meant to bow—but for her, he would kneel.

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The bond had not been kind to them.

Not when it first snapped into place. Not when the realization settled, cold and cruel, in both their chests.

Y/n had been raised in the shadows of courts that would sooner see her dead than crowned. A warrior first, a ruler second, and a pawn—always. She had never once considered love a luxury she could afford, much less a mate. And certainly not him.

Not Eris Vanserra, the son of a tyrant.

Not the male whispered about in the dark, feared even by his own court.

But the Cauldron had chosen.

Fate had bound them.

And in the months that followed, through blood and war, through whispered truths and fire-lit nights, Y/n had learned what lay beneath the mask he wore so well. She had learned of the bruises that had faded with time but never truly left him. Of the father who had carved cruelty into his bones. Of the choices that had never been his to make.

And, slowly, she had learned something else.

Eris was not his father.

And when Beron fell—when the throne of Autumn lay open, its flames flickering in the aftermath of war—Eris had turned his back on it.

For her.

For them.

For the kingdom they would build together, one that would rise from the ashes of what once was.

But now, standing in the golden glow of their chamber, she wondered if he regretted it.

If, despite everything, he still longed for the court that had never loved him back.

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The scent of fire and cedar clung to him, intoxicating and consuming, as if even the gods had woven him from flame.

Eris Vanserra was a male of fire—an heir who had learned to wield cruelty like a blade, a son who had spent his entire life buried under the weight of expectation. The walls of his world had been carved from duty, the air thick with the smoke of a home that was never truly his.

And yet, in the stillness of the night, with the golden glow of his magic flickering across the walls, he felt something he'd never been allowed to have. Peace.

Because she was here.

Y/n. His mate. His High Lady.

She stood near the open balcony doors, bathed in moonlight, her gown slipping from one shoulder. Eris watched the fabric slide, revealing the smooth curve of her skin, a sight that had ruined him long before he ever laid a hand on her.

The title still felt foreign on his tongue. High Lady. It was not just his love for her that made him yield—it was the sheer, undeniable truth that she had always been meant for the throne. She was not a queen by marriage. She was a ruler by right.

His.

And yet, she had not spoken in some time.

Eris rose from the bed, silent as he crossed the distance. She did not startle when his arms circled her waist, when his lips brushed against her bare shoulder. He felt the way her body tensed, the thoughts that stormed behind her quiet, unreadable expression.

So he kissed her again—this time at the slope of her neck, a slow, reverent touch.

"Tell me what's plaguing you, my love," he murmured against her skin.

She exhaled, her fingers tracing along his forearm, over the golden cuffs of his tunic. "I still can't believe this is real," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Eris turned her in his arms, pressing his lips to her temple. "Believe it."

Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, eyes flickering with something raw, something that made his chest tighten. "You gave up everything for me."

He knew what she meant. The Autumn Court throne, the delicate threads of power he had woven in secret, the plans that had unraveled the moment he had chosen her above all else.

Eris smirked. "You think I regret it?"

"You should."

The words stung more than he expected.

His fingers tilted her chin up, forcing her gaze to his. "I spent years fighting for a kingdom that was never truly mine. I spent decades proving myself to a father who was never going to see me as anything more than a pawn." His voice lowered, rough with conviction. "But you? You were the one thing I ever truly fought for."

Her breath hitched, her lips parting, but Eris didn’t let her speak.

His mouth found her cheek, pressing a lingering kiss there before whispering against her skin, "You are perfect, my High Lady."

A shudder ran through her, a slow unraveling that he felt as surely as the mating bond humming between them.

And when she finally kissed him—when her hands fisted in his tunic, pulling him impossibly closer—Eris knew there was nothing left to fight for.

Because he had already won.

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[jcollinswrites]

I just can't stop smiling at Narmer's manner. When he was extremely direct about whether we were interested in him or not, my poor male MC was about to throw himself in the water XD

I just love the fact that Narmer is straightforward about things, it makes my shy MC's life so much easier. Sure, he turns red like a tomato but it makes it easier to avoid paranoia.

I've lost count of how many times I've been frustrated with a RO because he just wasn't direct about his feelings. Like, man, it's not that hard. Just tell me if you're interested or not. Luckily with Narmer I don't run that risk

And I also don't intend to judge his relationship with his wife or anything like that. I just don't like to judge a person based only on part of a conversation I heard and I don't even know the whole context. So suffering on my route? I'll be dodging as much as I can Imao.

Also, from what I understand, he is not officially married to his supposed wife, or is he? Considering that apparently no one knows about this woman except those closest to him or maybe Ahmose if he talks about his mother. I confess that I was a little confused in this part but it's probably because English isn't my first language and sometimes my mind just freezes haha. So I didn't understand if he wasn't officially married or the MC simply didn't know this information.

If that were the case, would we be able to marry him or would we be something like a concubine or something?

If he wasn't, and it was possible to marry him, what would your reaction be if the MC left a ring in your room surrounded by flowers with a little card:

Will you marry me?

( ) Absolutely

( ) Of course

( ) Yes

( ) No (Optional)

While hiding behind the door watching your reaction?

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Anyway, I love your IF please never stop with it 🥹💕 I've never smiled as much with a character as I am smiling right now! I can't wait for the next update. As far as I remember, this is the one where we blocked the route, right? Please Narmer, give me more kisses on the forehead and your hand in marriage 🥹🫴

(I got a little carried away and it got bigger than it should have, sorry XD)

Yes, Narmer wanted to be very straightforward in letting the MC know that he is not uninterested, but it's going to be hard to be in any sort of relationship with him for many reasons. So he (and the partner) are either all in, or no deal.

The wife business was probably confusing because I didn't write in detail yet about the king's marriage rights. This will be explained a bit more in Narmer's route, so things will get clearer later if you choose his romance.

The king is the only person in the country who can have more than one spouse. Narmer is officially married to Nefru, but being married to the king doesn't automatically make someone a queen consort. The king has to give out that title. So Nefru is a consort, but she is not the main consort, and was not given any title, nor does he go anywhere with her in public, so that's why most people don't know about her. Simply for being married to the king, her official rank is princess.

Narmer could technically marry anyone else he wishes without getting a divorce. He can also make anyone else his queen consort. It's his right. (for a male MC, Narmer will figure out another title)

It will be possible to marry him, if you manage to reach at least a neutral ending with him. In the scenario you mentioned, Narmer would smile and say, "Let's not get the word out that you were the one who asked me and not the other way around, but... yes, I've been thinking about it too."

Thanks for the sweet message 🥰 The romance lock-in choice will come in the next public update (probably in a few weeks I think), so not long to wait now :)))

[11queensupreme11]

Wait queen how will Leonidas react to being her hero low key and how will he react to her basically doing what he did! (But a bit better in my opinion, she had less soldiers [if you consider kids soldiers] stronger enemies and more enemies!)

(i forgot to add this in the other posts but when she first meets leonidas she actually asks for his autograph asidvgjhdav 😂😂😂😂 she didn't have paper so he signed her dress. i'm gonna have her frame the dress the way sports fans would frame signed jerseys 😭💖)

AND YOU BET YOUR ASS THE WAR OF MANHATTAN WAS LOWKEY WORSE THAN (ROR) BATTLE OF THERMOPLYAE 😭😭😭😭 not just cuz how vastly outnumbered they were or the types of enemies, but also just the psychological pain of it 😭

in BOT (battle of thermopylae), the spartans at least weren't close with the persians. but BOM (battle of manhattan)???? those poor kids had to fight against their own FAMILY and FRIENDS. there were a LOT of kids who defected from camp; both sides (of the demigod army at least) KNEW each other. they grew up together, played, trained, raised one another, LOVED each other.... and now they're on opposite sides of the war 😭💔

not to mention the ages omfg and also the battle experience

greek demigods are young in general but there were probably really little kids too. not only that, demigods haven't stopped reaching camp while the war was brewing. some of these kids were probably very new campers that didn't have much battle experience yet and now they're thrown into a war 💔

leonidas would be fucking HORRIFIED bro. he was around 60 years old in the BOT and his soldiers were most likely all grown adults with YEARS of experience. he did not have little children, some with minimal experience, in his army. nor were any of them forced to fight against loved ones 💔

he probably wouldn't piece it together right away when percy's excitedly rambling to him about how much she looks up to him cuz of their similar experiences. and we all know how she likes to brushe stuff off so she sounds SUPER cheery and happy (cuz she's talking to her idol lol), so it doesn't click in his head until BAM "wait WHAT THE FUCK KINDA BATTLE WERE YOU IN?!" 😭

he can't even be impressed. like yes it IS impressive, but also really fucking horrible and that's what he focuses on the most 😭😭😭😭

[ezrasxfics]

More abstragedy in Zooble's POV where Gangle won the rock paper scissors in the pilot so Zooble's like nervously awkward the whole time Gangle's holding them

It's been on my mind a lot and I think it'd be cute

rock paper scissors.

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abstragedy

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zooble pov

today’s been a total headache. a new member, absolutely no idea where kaufmo is, me getting kidnapped by those f**king gloinks.. and now i’m being carried to their ‘queen’, ready to be cannibalised, or whatever the hell you’re supposed to call it.

gangle and kinger are in a game of rock paper scissors, what i like to call wasting time, trying to figure out who’s gonna ‘save me’. in all honesty, deep down, i hope it’ll be gangle. i know it’s dumb, but, the thought of her carrying me or whatever.. i’m not gonna lie, i’m not against it.

my train of thought is interrupted by a familiar, soft voice crying out, and the sight of a red ribbon body elegantly making it’s way towards me. the way she moves is honestly admirable, i could watch her all day. it’s mesmerising, the way her ribbon legs sway so delicately, as if the wind on its own could blow her away.

soon, her arms wrap around my head, pulling me away from the mismatched shapes that carry me to my doom. well, that’s a bit dramatic.

closing my eyes, i feel my face heat up. god, that’s a bit embarrassing. i don’t dare even look to see if she - or anyone else - notices, simply just letting her carry me along to the others. trying to speak, all my words get jumbled and twisted, far from how i wanted them to come out. my voice even cracks. how is she having this much of an effect on me??? i mean, i know i like her. that much is obvious, but this is on a whole other level. i’m not used to this. i’m just her friend, right? this is just.. if i feel like this it’s gonna ruin everything.

well, if i tell her i feel like this.

there’s no harm in enjoying it in silence, right? i doubt anything will ever come of this, but, a little hope never hurt anybody. okay, that’s a big f**king lie.

after a few moments, i finally open my eyes, looking up at her, trying to mask any hint of admiration or love in my eyes. only to find her face is dusted with a light pink, a blush that was similar to mine. no. no, i’m probably seeing things. i probably just can’t think straight. yeah, that’s it. i’m just being delusional.

“HAH!! zoobie, you should see yourself right now-“ jax cackles, pointing towards my antennae, which were, as expected, vibrating rapidly. another dead giveaway to my feelings. great. of course that jacka** had to point it out. that’s just.. fantastic. “and you’re no better, crybaby. awh, it’s a match made in hell.” he persists. but, i’m in absolute no position to argue back, because i’m not at all ready to embarrass myself more with even more stuttering.

i can always beat his a** later.

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i’m SO SORRY this took so long!!!! i’ve been very busy lately:((

reblogs appreciated!!

[t4tlottie]

i need need need to have a threesome with wilderness lottienat

r and lottie soft domming natalie to reassure her how good of a leader she is dfhhdhs

after a particularly rough day, you and lottie can tell nat just needs a break and some reassurance. especially because shauna's on her nerves. maybe it's early into her leadership role and she still doesn't feel like she's good enough, but thankfully, you and lottie are there to tell her otherwise.

godd....lottie and you getting on either side of nat and just mindlessly touching her arm or leg or thigh.... lottie talking to her in that sweet voice of hers while you hum along. nat's already feeling like jelly and she doesnt complain when you guide her to lie down. she's so obedient when you tell her to just relax while you and lottie take care of her :( calling her my queen and just taking the best care of her ughhh.

you and lottie kissing nat's neck and face before making out in front of her @___@ everything's just so...intimate and you all love each other :( she feels SO much better post orgasm ill tell you that.

[melatonindeficient]

i just hate how Mel and Jayce never actually broke up.

Like if they did, I would probably (not really but whatever) be less salty about the way their paths diverged. Their last conversation had an hollowness to it, as if in making Jayce's character arc about saving Viktor rather than him trying to be a truly good leader (subtle shade at how I wish there was a greater focus on the Piltover-Zaun conflict) they forgot about about the fact that he also had other relationships (I'm also referring to how it felt like he didn't speak to much of anyone this season (and yes I'm aware this is partially due to him being in a hole for half the season, I'm referring to the rest of it)). Just because their lives were going in different directions and they were changing didn't mean they didn't have love binding them (I mean that was literally the premise of jayvik, and vi and jinx).

When they first saw each other again, they were two people who had undergone immense amounts of trauma over the course of a very short period of time—that conversation was never going to go very well. And as much as I hated the way he spoke to Mel at first, Jayce's reaction to seeing her makes sense; I mean, he saw Salo, who wasn't particularly likeable, and took him out just because the voices said so. Plus, in addition to his head splitting in two, his best friend had just walked away from him and used Hextech—Jayce's lifelong dream and reason for living—for an immoral cause. If Viktor could betray him, who was to say that Mel—his lover, yes, but also a tactical politician—wasn't also playing some long game?

We see his sense return to him during their passenger conversation, but his uncharacteristic bluntness makes it almost seem like he was severing their relationship, but I think that's a crazy thing to assume when he was preoccupied with a rapidly approaching battle, and one in which he'd have to attempt to kill his best friend (again! And this time in a more stable state of mind where he'd actually be able to register it!).

Now for my glorious queen Mel; she doesn't seem to have much of a say in any of this. She spends years in control pulling the strings of Piltovan politics, only to have all of her control seized from her in an instant. Then she comes home and her boyfriend—this one unchangeable force in her life, this one person she likely thought would remain the same—had changed. They never even get a chance to understand each other, and unlike the majority of the conversations Mel has, she doesn't have the upper hand or even a level playing field.

(personal opinion leaking through here because whyyy why could they not have just one more soft scene before she lost everything and he got absorbed into the freaking cosmos)

Anyway, Mel doesn't just let things happen to her, and it's not like the Black Rose just took that trait away from her (which is established because she could've taken her mother's betrayal and done nothing, but rather chooses to fight for the city she chose rather than the one that molded her). So the way that their last conversations went makes it seem like either she'd been expecting them to break up (which she deadass had no reason to) or they were both holding on to a hope that that conversation was just unfinished, and they could scream and yell and comfort and console when they weren't facing an imminent threat.

It's unfinished. It's empty.

Obviously I would've loved to see them together and happy forever and ever amen, but if they had to split i wish they'd actually split. Some angst or something instead of that empty ass fucking conversation.

[harmless-variety-of-garden-snake]

God, is there really only 9 more days of February?? BuckTommy Fluffebruary Day Nineteen: Slow Dancing. The song that's playing is "(Today I Met) The Boy I'm Going to Marry" by Darlene Love (aka Mrs. Roger Murtaugh for you 80s and 90s kids who grew up on Lethal Weapon movies). Give it a listen for the ~ambience~ if you're so inclined. Also, check out her singing it live in 2017, she sounds exactly the same. What a queen. Anyway, you can read this on AO3 over here. Tagging @bucktommyfluffebruary

The party is a combination anniversary party and reception do-over for Maddie and Howie, and Tommy is happy to say that he’s not on-call this time around. He wears a suit instead of turnouts, and he arrives at the venue before the party starts instead of showing up too late. He's actually quite early, because the DJ had a tire blow out on the way and had to change it on the side of the road, the caterers were doubling back because half the food was left in their kitchen, and Evan had texted with increasing amounts of sad emojis. So Tommy got ready early to lend a hand if need be. Evan had already been on-site helping with set-up and Jee-Yun wrangling, so he’s somewhere at the venue but nowhere to be seen.

“Hey!” Maddie calls, waving to Tommy when she spots him. She’s wearing a white dress again, but it’s a little lighter and more billowy to accommodate her growing belly. She looks beautiful and glowing, and Tommy tells her as much when he greets her with a kiss to her cheek. “I feel like I’m going to sweat through this, but thank you. I did not miss pregnancy hot flashes.”

“Do you need me to see if they can turn the air conditioning up?” Tommy asks, rubbing her upper back and feeling that she is, indeed, a little warm.

“Oh, my god, could you?” she asks gratefully.

Tommy goes to someone who works at the venue—the coordinator, it turns out—and kindly asks if the air conditioning can be turned up just a little, emphasizing that it’s for a pregnant woman.

“I’ll see what I can do,” the coordinator says with a tight smile. “They don’t want to overload the power here.”

“We can turn off most of the lights until the party starts,” Evan suggests from over Tommy’s shoulder.

The coordinator goes to handle that, and Tommy turns to greet his boyfriend. His boyfriend, who is in grey tweed trousers with a matching vest, a crisp white shirt with the sleeves carefully rolled up, and a black tie with a cross-hatch pattern. His boyfriend, who already looks beautiful in ratty old clothes and with boils on his face, let alone in this. He's breathtaking.

“Jesus,” Tommy says, resting his hand on Evan’s side and drawing him closer even as he tries to memorize everything about how he looks. “You look beautiful.”

“You’re looking pretty handsome yourself,” Evan murmurs, his fingers smoothing over the subtle pinstriping on Tommy’s grey suit. “We match.”

“We do,” Tommy agrees before kissing him.

The lights dim around them, and Tommy hears a fan kick on overhead and the distant sound of Maddie saying, “Oh, thank God.”

He laughs against Evan’s mouth before pulling away. “Need help with anything?”

“The DJ just got here, the caterers are five minutes out, so we just gotta test the audio and make sure the bartender’s ready.” Evan’s thumb and forefinger are rubbing against the fabric of Tommy’s tie. “I like this.”

“Wanna switch?”

Evan laughs, but Tommy’s already flipping his collar up and loosening his tie. He unfastens the clip and hands the whole thing over to Evan, who loops it around his wrist before removing his own tie and handing it to Tommy.

“You two are ridiculous, please stop stripping at my party,” Howie says as he passes by with his daughter on his shoulders. “Can you check with the DJ? We’re on our way to get this one and Mommy some juice at the bar.”

“You got it,” Tommy says, tightening his borrowed tie. “So?”

“Perfect,” Evan decides, kissing him again before tangling his fingers together and leading him toward the corner where the DJ looks to be plugging in the last of his stuff.

They pass Margaret, Phillip, the Lees, and Maddie on the way, and Tommy waves to them. They get a wave back from everyone but the Buckley parents, but he does get a smile and nod. It’s more than he would’ve expected, considering they’ve only met once at the previous “reception” a year before, and Tommy had been half-asleep with a plate of cake in his lap. They hadn't come back to California except for Christmas, which Tommy had missed because he was too busy being a single idiot. His opinion of them isn’t very high, he’s not surprised if it goes both ways.

“Might get loud!” Tommy warns over his shoulder.

“Nah, levels should be good already,” the DJ says, poking at his laptop. “I’ll check it now, though. You want music playing when people get here, right?”

“Yeah,” Evan says, peering over the guy’s shoulder. “And then their first dance song—”

“‘Islands in the Stream,’” the DJ confirms, and Evan nods. “Got it ready to go, just let me know when to queue it. Alright, firing it up.”

He hits something on the small mixer and loud surf music starts playing over the speakers.

“Sorry, I was playing a tiki bar party before this,” the DJ says, clicking a few things until a Beach Boys song starts playing. “Can you guys do me a favor and walk around, make sure it all sounds good? They did some late playlist requests, so I'm just adding all that in.”

“Yep,” Tommy says, tugging Evan away. “You go left, I’ll go right, we'll meet in the middle and come up through the dancefloor.”

“I love when you get tactical,” Evan sighs, kissing his hand before splitting off from him.

Tommy shakes his head and smiles as he walks around the edge of the space. It’s not huge, but it’s big enough to have a few speakers in carefully hidden spots. Everything sounds good, there’s no dead speakers or audio crackling or buzzing. When they meet in the back, they start walking toward the dancefloor just as the song changes, and Tommy glances over at Evan just as the first line filters through the speakers.

‘Today I met the boy I’m going to marry,’ Darlene Love croons.

“Hey,” Tommy says, resting a hand against Evan’s lower back. “The dancefloor’s kind of the most important area. We should check the whole thing.”

Evan looks over his shoulder at him, sees Tommy offer up his other hand, and his smile lights the whole room back up. He takes it and lets Tommy pull him close, his other hand resting on Tommy’s shoulder as Tommy’s settles on his waist.

“Do you know this song?” Tommy asks, and Evan shakes his head, his eyes soft as they meet Tommy’s. “It’s a classic. My aunt Judy—my dad’s big sister—used to play a record that had this on it.”

‘The boy whose life and dream and love I wanna share,’ she continues as Evan grins at him sunnily.

Tommy tries to lead them around as much of the dancefloor as possible, but he’s too caught up in Evan’s smile and his eyes and the way their hands and bodies fit together. As far as he can tell, the audio sounds perfect. Everything is…perfect.

“I hadn’t heard it in a really long time,” Tommy says softly. “And then I turned on the radio in my truck one day, and I heard it on an oldies station for the first time in, I don’t know, thirty years?”

“Bet it brought back some good memories,” Evan says, squeezing his shoulder gently.

“Yeah, it did,” Tommy agrees. “It was a pretty good day, actually. I’d just survived flying into a hurricane with these completely insane people from another firehouse.”

Evan’s lips part, and his eyes search Tommy’s. “Y-yeah?”

“Mhm,” he confirms. At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it, but now it feels like one of those things. Like a sign, a hint, an anvil to the head for him to pay attention.

‘With every kiss, ‘Oh, this is it,’ my heart keeps saying,’ she sings, and Tommy mouths the words to himself, smiling when Evan’s awed expression melts into a sweet smile as he ducks his head briefly. It’s one of his favorite things Evan does, like he’s shy about being happy, about having the most beautiful smile anyone’s ever seen.

“I think the first song I heard after that was a Motorhead song that Chimney played in his car on the way back to the station,” Evan admits, and Tommy laughs. “I like yours better.”

“Me, too,” Tommy says, pressing their temples together and inhaling the smell of him. He loves the way Evan’s cologne, shampoo, and deodorant mix together, because they smell like clean and water. He’s smelled like it ever since the day Tommy kissed him in his kitchen. Well, he probably smelled like it before, but it had been the first time Tommy had been in a position to notice. “You think we hit where all the speakers are?”

“Probably,” Evan says, turning his face just a bit so the tip of his nose brushes over Tommy’s cheek. “But we should wait until the end of the song just in case.”

Tommy hums in agreement and smiles when Evan’s lips ghost over his skin. He lifts his gaze to see Maddie pointing her phone at them, and she gives him a teary smile and a thumbs up when he catches her eye. Beside her, her mother is looking at them thoughtfully with something close to a smile on her face.

As the song fades out, Tommy carefully spins Evan and pulls him back against his chest with a smile, kissing his answering smile and nuzzling his nose against Evan’s.

“All good,” Evan calls to the DJ.

Later, when the party is in full swing, Tommy goes to ask the DJ if he can queue up Maddie and Howie’s song to play next, and he gets a business card slipped to him.

“I do regular wedding receptions, too,” the DJ, Todd, explains.

Tommy laughs. “Oh, we’re not—”

“Well, if you do,” he says, shrugging. “Do you want me to call them to the floor before I play it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Tommy says, looking down at the card and turning it over between his fingers. “Yeah, thanks.”

He pockets the card. Just in case.

[beachlifelez]

Dina kissed Allison’s neck as she stood naked in front of Bella. Bella, the school’s queen bee, who was also naked.

Allison had snuck peeks before in the lockerroom, but now she really had a chance to soak in Bella’s body. Amazing 34B breasts with the most gorgeous pink aereolas and pointy nipples. Mound shaved bare. And the thigh gap; oh, goodness, the thigh gap.

“So, Allison, Dina tells me you’ve been practicing eating pussy. Dina says you’re pretty good at it. Think you’re ready for my pussy?”

“I’ll do my best, I promise, Bella.”

“Yes, you will. Knees, now.”

Allison didn’t hesitate. How many times had she imagine just this occurring? Only most nights in her bed masturbating.

She looked up at Bella with a worshipful gaze. Bella beamed that self-satisfied smile that always made Allison get all puddly between her own legs. And then, Bella reached down and parted herself, inches from Allison’s face.

Allison gasped as Bella’s plump, erect clit emerged from between Her lips. It was a marvel. Allison did love licking Dina’s pussy, but to be given the opportunity to make love to Bella’s sex was beyond belief.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“OMG, Bella. She’s beautiful. I’m…I can’t…OMG.”

“So, Dina didn’t spoil the surprise, I see. As many times as she’s been down there, I’m impressed.”

“May I…?”

“Good girl, asking permission. You may. And you will. All afternoon if you prove your worth. Lick her, suck her, even nibble a little, carefully. Let’s get you over to my bed and on your back. I think your first helping should be with me on top serving her to you. How does that sound?”

“Magical, just magical.”

“Treat her well and I’ll invite you back.”

“Thank you, Bella. Thank you so much.”

[bloodyrib]

it’s me, the anonymous guy who talked about Art’s abilities! back again with another rant about the series to flood your inbox.

regarding the Art’s victims fighting back post, it’s just so INTERESTING how this man’s biggest fear is consequences. and the power of love (something something Sienna’s undying determination to protect her family like Johnathan and Gabby literally allowing her to kick his ass), but mainly consequences. at the end of the day he really is a coward and i think it adds SO MUCH to his character!

so, Art’s whole thing is going after easy targets; women, children, solitary targets, teenagers and young adults, etc. in every film he stalks and/or kills a woman (Mia, Tara, Dawn, Allie, Brooke, Sienna temporarily), and he never goes after people in groups because it actually gives them a fighting chance, and if DOES, they’re the aforementioned easy targets;

Mia and Cole are young adults who were caught-off guard in a very vulnerable moment, he shot Smoky and Eddie in the bar because he knew they’d actually be able to fight him (and the Santa guy was an old man who wasn’t expecting anything), and the family in T3 consisted of two children and two adults, one adult - the father - who was already slaughtered in his sleep (being caught off-guard), and the kid in the room was killed before he could scream and alert his family which would give them a chance to get ready to fight or escape).

and even then, sometimes his victims fight back. and whenever they do? Art gets PISSED. because he fears consequences. and so he takes the easiest way out he can think of.

when Tara beat the shit out of him in T1, he shot her. when the cops arrived in T1, he shot himself to avoid incarceration and therefore facing his consequences. when Ricky (the guy at the Halloween shop) threatened to kick his ass (in my opinion he should’ve just done it without warning him, if you mean something do it, but anyways) Art got upset, stopped playing and attacked him. when Brooke kicked him in the face he sat there with an upset look and adjusted his hat before continuing to follow her — and even further on, when Brooke grabbed something wooden and told Art to back off (he’s getting flashbacks to Tara, poor thing) he straight up used a bottle of acid instead of just fighting a teenage girl who presumably has no combat experience. again, the easy way out. and this isn’t the last of it! when Sienna revived and started beating his ass he was visibly shocked and started running away, and when Johnathan held him at gunpoint he stopped choking Sienna and turned around like “hey, hey, hey buddy, let’s talk this out.” i assume the only reason he stopped running and let Sienna cut his head off was because at that point he respected her enough to stop running (and either way Sienna was gonna get his ass somehow, she was DETERMINED).

we see this even MORE in t3, and although it may not be much i adore the consistent characterization. when the guys at the bar were pissed because Art pissed, he shot Smokey and Eddie before taking his time to actually kill the most defenseless one there — an old man (who was kind to him, but that’s irrelevant right now) because he knew Smokey and Eddie may actually have a chance at beating him — or at the very least, making things a LOT more inconvenient, and there’s nothing people hate more than inconvenience. again, he set up bombs in the mall and THEN walked off so they couldn’t get him (i don’t know how he made them, but we love a creative queen ❤️) and of course everyone would be too busy recovering from the fact a bomb just went off to call 911 before he could get away or they could figure out it was him. and again, at the end of the film, he gets really cocky — in his eyes, Sienna has literally no way of fighting back (and tbh, she didn’t, but then some loony toons level antics happened and she got her sword) and so he took his time taunting her (the slapping on the back of the head was personal, not to mention the amount of effort he and Vicky must’ve gone through the use her uncle’s decapitated head as a Christmas tree topper & disemboweling him, not to mention writing insults in blood for salt in the wound). BUT when Sienna DID actually have a chance and killed Vicky, she had him pinned, and the only reason he got away was because Sienna went to check on Gabbie. and once she did, he was GONE. out the window, onto a bus stop, getting out of there as soon as possible.

also it’s a little funny how Art looks traumatized on the bus 💀 like he was genuinely scared by the concept of facing the consequences of his actions — of actually dying, without anyone able to revive him now that his bestie was dead (R.I.P Vicky you would’ve loved Ayesha Erotica) and the Little Pale Girl was presumably gone. it was terrifying, realizing that he could actually die, that this game could be over and he wouldn’t get to keep messing around and killing people and having fun (which to him, is being an asshole and a murderer and getting away with it). he had to take a moment to think about it and reflect like “well, that was a close one. nearly actually DIED there. whose gonna revive me now? my bestie is dead.” before immediately going back to his clownery and honking his horn.

this is a jumbled rant, but I have SO much to say about this guy and this series as a whole, so thank you for letting me flood your inbox about my newest hyper fixation, I really appreciate having a place to talk about this series ❤️ Terrifier definitely has its flaws, but I am so enamored with this series and have so much to say about it, so huge thanks for letting me rant and talk about it here. I’m really excited for Terrifier 4, even if it’ll be the (presumable) end, and I can’t wait to see what happens next, i’m really hoping it does take place in hell 🙏🏾 have a good week!

(p.s. I know my wording when referring to Art is a little harsh and if I am being honest he is an asshole, but I genuinely do love his character and DHT so much, especially the latter - I just naturally use more negative wording. just wanted you to know that I’m not trying to yuck your yums or anything!)

hey nice to see you again haha!

he really is such a coward lol and when i first saw him pull out the gun to shoot tara i felt it was unfair because she had him and it was actually was unfair!

that's so true i thought he shot eddie and smokey because they were annoying to him but yes it's because they would be able to take him down. right and art left jennifer by herself because he could definitely win in that fight.

it's hilarious he gets so mad when his victims fight back 😂lmao facts ricky should've just gone for it lol! for the part where Jonathan held a gun to him, i think it's a mix of surprise but also kinda playing along in a way if that makes sense? like with the cat lady i think it was half him not actually ever getting love in his life so he liked her touch but also half playing along to bring her closer so he could get her. art looked genuinely surprised to me when he turned around to look at Jonathan before putting his hands up but i think he knew that he could just come back (maybe? or was he surprised again in t3?) after being shot so he was being extra with the blinking lmao. yeah his face too like you can see him silently chuckling and giving that look to sienna like he respected her and then offered his neck. he never shows mercy to anyone so he didn't expect it from her either.

facts he needed to get rid of smokey and eddie and yess he's so creative fr 🥰that bomb was perfect bc there are way too many people there for him to take out one by one so that's the best way and ofc he has to cause mayhem lol. oh yes doing all of that with the slapping and decorating the tree with uncle greg and waiting until the end to show gabby 😭yep he didn't stick around to get her when she was distracted getting gabby. i mean he wanted to get sienna into the hell portal in t2 and that didn't work and he could've easily pushed her into the portal in t3 or done something else to get her in there but i guess not 😂 but idk if it would've played out like it did in t2 and sienna would just come back out again. well actually she can be killed by anything except her sword if i remember correctly so yeah he could've done more than just running lol

yeah scared and exhausted too bro looked so tired and done i felt a little bad 😭 lmao she would've i can see her listening to literal legend and hyping herself up in the mirror 😍yess i wonder who's gonna be his partner in crime now/who the entity is gonna possess in t4 it could be jonathan if he's there in hell or gabby like poor sienna if either of that happened 💀or sienna gets possessed herself oh man that would be awful she'd never be able to escape art 😭

ikr there's so much to talk about and of course! i enjoy hearing anything and everything terrifier related :) no problem dude fr! same i'm soo excited for t4 can it come out already?? 😩😩 and it would be so epic if it took place in hell and i can see that happening it makes absolute sense! unless we get surprised and it takes place during idek labor day or whatever which would be strange💀 but i haven't been disappointed yet 🤞you're totally fine art is definitely a jerk and asshole but he's so cute so it's ok <3

have a good week too!!

[ladyyatexel]

@look-back-month-challenge : What toy would your followers say is your favorite?

Depending on who you are or when you met me, any of these would be completely reasonable guesses:

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Egyptian Queen Barbie, who I had the emotional story about from 4th grade leading all the way up to my 30s and finally getting to open the box.

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Chie, who we have seen multiple times in this challenge already.

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Bowling Carpet Ariel, my very emotional first limited edition Disney doll who I bought for myself a reward for something I kept up for a few months.

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Anath, my Doll Chateau Irma, who is my first BJD, and the doll I paid the most for.

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Kelley, from the Starr line, the originator of Jazzie's face, who is just devastatingly charming.

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Sailor Star Healer, who I got für a great price after wanting her for 20 years because the seller thought she was missing a piece.

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My custom Maraich and Figaro, who I put so much money and energy into and have enchanted me since I made them.

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Casey, another acquisition after decades of wanting one.

I accidentally left nuclear halloween Jazzie out of the photo, but my love for Jazzie is well known haha