#our lady that devours or something like that would be her name

[encrucijada]

ángel is meant for long-suffering morally compromised priest art and that is a truth we must all accept

[aureatchi]

⋆ ✦ ˚｡⋆ THIS SUMMER NIGHT WE FIND SCATTERED DREAMS, I ONCE AGAIN RUN IN THE STARLIGHT ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor, sigma.

— what it’s like to stargaze with them. (& more)

a/n. sadly, i have yet to see the aurora borealis and in general, seldom get to see the stars. (light pollution my no.1 enemy !!) but a girl can dream :) (& distract herself from the latest bsd chapters..)

info. fem!reader. fluff. soft everyone lol. some of them are nerds & ramble abt stars. :) + a little poetic. mentions of greek mythology. kissing. buildup to actual topic. profanities in chuuya’s & he may or may not use sskk to help. bsd manga/ability spoilers in fyodor’s.

DAZAI : so in this instance, i’d be perseus, and you’d be andromeda. — he listens to everything you have to say.

Your palm in his, the brunette’s pretty fingers wrapped around yours. He softly massaged your hand as you began telling him, your starstruck lover a story under the show of constellations. It had formed into a little routine since the first time you stargazed with him as a date.

“There was this princess,” you started. “Princess Andromeda. She was a very beautiful woma-”

“You’re more beautiful, though,” Dazai interrupted. You didn’t even get in two complete sentences without his commentary. You sat a bit awestruck while he delivered a kiss to your hand.

“Continue, bella,” big brown eyes teased you.

You hastily recovered. “…She was beautiful. And her mother—Queen Cassiopeia—who was very prideful, decided to brag to Poseidon, the Greek god of the seas, that she was prettier than his daughters.”

“I mean, that’s understandable. I brag about you all the time! Why shouldn’t the pretty girl be shown off?”

“Shut up,” you chuckled, reminiscing over the times the detective had shown you off. Whenever you decided to visit the Armed Detective Agency’s office with Dazai, Kunikida would never hear the end of it. When you two went out to eat, he would flatter your name away. “This gorgeous girl would like to order…” “May I please get a table for the angelic lady and I?”

He never failed to fluster you.

“Anyway, Poseidon got angry and decided to send a sea monster to destroy their kingdom. The only way the monster could be pacified was if it could devour Andromeda.”

“A damsel in distress,” Dazai nodded and then dramatically pretended like he was the helpless princess on the ocean. He completely pulled over the blanket the two of you were sharing, using it as a cape—“Someone save me! I’m going to be eaten by a sea monster!”

“‘Samu! I’m cold!”

“Ah, sorry. Perhaps you are the princess, and you need saving from this icy night!” He rewrapped the blanket over your shoulder.

“Stop interrupting me; I’m trying to tell you something!” It was nowhere near icy, but your lover proved his dramaticism even further when a tuft of brown hair grazed your shoulder. He had rested his head on you.

“Oka-ay—sorry, continue!”

“Meanwhile, Perseus—I told you last time, the man who killed Medusa—found Andromeda while flying over with his horse, Pegasus. He immediately fell in love with her, so he slayed the sea monster and rescued her from the rock she was chained to.”

“What a hero,” Dazai said. “So they lived happily ever after?”

“Not yet. Perseus asked Andromeda’s father for permission to marry her but discovered she was already set to marry someone else. And the man she was engaged to got angry that Perseus wanted to marry her.”

“Of course,” he sighed, which puzzled you a bit, but you’d return to his comment later. “I’m rooting for Perseus, though.”

“Well, good for you because the two fought, and Perseus won by showing the other guy Medusa’s head.”

Dazai chuckled. “Nice move! He turned his enemy into his trophy. Imagine if we did that to all our enemies!”

“I think then we’d have a whole army of statues,” you laughed. “But now, he and Andromeda married, and they were able to live happily ever after.

“The gods placed them in the sky so their story would be remembered eternally.” Finished with your recount, you gazed up at the stars.

“The North Star,” you pointed, and when you saw the brunette’s bronze eyes squint, trying to see what you were talking about, you moved closer until you were halfway on his lap.

You took his palm in yours and guided it to a single star.

“That one. All the characters’ constellations I mentioned in the story revolve around that star. Perseus with his sword, Andromeda flying on Pegasus...”

“Huh? That’s the North Star? Isn’t it supposed to be the brightest in the sky or something?” It didn’t stand out from the rest as much as he thought.

You giggled. “That’s a myth, ��samu. It’s funny you didn’t know that.”

He shrugged. “I never really had time to appreciate and learn about something so peaceful like nature until now.” He turned to you.

“Until you.”

You weren’t sure how, but it was almost as if the moonlight had carved out his pretty face. Ethereal, you had called the moon, and it reflected in your lover’s features. His eyes took in the charm of the millions of lights in the night and synthesized the feeling to bring it back to you.

“If I were one of the gods, I would’ve created a whole galaxy reflecting your soul.”

In the midst of terror and chaos, the detective’s eyes revolved around humans and their violence rather than around the sun and the planets. Eyes and soul—how else could he focus on anything else when that’s all life showed him?

“Because I see the constellations in you—Andromeda, Pegasus, Carina, Orion…” it had been a few months, and throughout you had shown and told him all the stories behind the stars in the sky.

“And now I can stop to smell the flowers, love. I can watch the Ursa Minor, even if I still find it hard to sleep.” You were the bridge to his bronze gaze and iron marrow—you showed him that you were human, but that a heart could really exist without violence or malice.

I see a reason why the nebulas are placed as they are, even if stories are just stories. I see a reason I’m here. With you.

He sealed the thought with a kiss to your lips, under the celestial moon and the heavens’ watch.

You always wondered why Dazai paid such close attention whenever you started rambling—initially, you didn’t think he’d care that much about tales of space. But you understood him a bit better now, his complex heart. You held onto him a bit tighter to him as you kissed him back.

…

“Oh yeah. What did you mean when you said ‘of course,’ when I started talking about Perseus having to fight over another guy for Andromeda?”

And Dazai was his lighthearted self once again.

“We’re definitely Andromeda and Perseus in another universe,” Dazai winked. “You’ve always deserved to be treated like a princess! I would totally save you from a sea monster. And I’d be an equestrian if I could too—even better, a flying one!”

“Sure…”

“C’mon, bella, you see me at those horse-racing events all the time! Anyway, most important of all, I had to fight for you. Such a tough world when every other man is also at your feet.” He crossed his arms. “Having Medusa’s head would’ve made things so much easier! I really would’ve had a whole army of stone statues if I did.”

“No, you really didn’t need it at all,” you replied, laughing at Dazai, who was now pouting.

“Osamu the demigod: slayer of monsters or not, I only have eyes for you.” You kissed him on the cheek.

“Unlike Andromeda, I wouldn’t let two men fight over me and marry the one who wins.

“I would just choose you right away.”

CHUUYA : babydoll, you’re worth more than all those stars combined. — he only gives you the best.

“Ah, that’s unfortunate. Thank you for informing me, though,” you said before hanging up the phone.

You didn’t sue them on the line, albeit irritated. Tonight, you were supposed to have a date with Chuuya at one of the fancy restaurants he somehow discovered more of in the city when you thought you finally visited them all, but your reservations were cancelled last minute.

“Hey, princess,” the handsome ginger said when you phoned him next. You could sense a smile through his words on the other end.

“What’s up?”

“Weird-ass restaurant cancelled our plans,” you said. “Not even a refund.”

Chuuya quickly picked up on the disappointment in your voice, and he knew it wasn’t because he didn’t get his money back. Money was nothing—he was a Port Mafia executive. Stacks of bills piled into his hands every day, and he quietly flexed on it through his collection of wine in the cellar, his clothes, and gifts to you.

What he wasn’t wealthy in was time. It had been almost a month since Chuuya had any free time—the boss had been overworking him amidst never-ending Yokohama mayhem. His large penthouse actually proved to be a disadvantage when you were the only one staying in it. It was too empty; it was too quiet for a home, there was an awkward gap in the bed you slept in.

“It’s okay, baby,” came Chuuya’s voice reassuringly. “Don’t worry ‘bout some shitty-ass restaurant.

“Meet me home at the rooftop at the time we originally planned.”

“…Alright,” you replied, unsure of what he was going to do, but you were grateful anyway that you’d get to spend time with him.

“And get ready too, like we originally planned,” he added, and this time, you could imagine the smugness in his smile. “See ya soon.”

…

The bell chimed as the elevator approached the top of Chuuya’s apartment, signaling that you reached the rooftop.

“Chuu?” you called out as the doors opened. He was nowhere to be found—instead a pathway of candles and a trail of rose petals leading to the other side.

Your heels clicked on the ground as you slowly followed the course. It was dark towards the back of the rooftop, but the front overlooked the entire city of Yokohama.

Another quiet flex.

“Hey, beautiful.” You noticed him before the lively city behind him, before the romantic scene he had set up—the path of petals expanded into scattering around the table Chuuya was sitting at. He was dressed up too—looking as attractive as ever.

“The Nakahara Restaurant,” you hummed, taking a seat in front of him. “Not bad.”

Chuuya smirked. “Not bad? We get Michelin stars, baby. Trust me.”

You giggled. “I don’t know about that, Chuu. You’ll have to prove it to me.” It was like you had turned the tables on him. Usually, he only deemed a restaurant good if you were pleased with the food.

“Alright.” Now, you were going to rate his. You could tell he was going to enjoy this.

“You hungry?”

You nodded.

With a snap of Chuuya’s fingers, you immediately heard footsteps scurrying toward the two of you.

Two young men, one with raven hair until silver tips and the other with an entirely silver head—you realized they were waiters from who knows where—approached you with a dish.

“Appetizers by Executive Nakahara,” the first one said.

“Wait—did you cook everything too?”

“Duuh, you take this for a fraud or something?” Chuuya failed to hide the pride on his face.

…

The appetizer, entrée, and dessert proved delicious, and you were forced to eat your previous words.

He was talented in just about everything.

Chuuya kicked the two ‘waiters’ out of his house after dessert was served, leaving the two of you finally alone. The candlelight amid the dark sky enveloped your figures in an intimate glow.

“I would’ve been fine with even just takeout,” you laughed after taking a sip out of your wine glass.

He smiled. “As if. It’s a special night, doll, we finally have time to see each other again.”

“Exactly! Seeing you is what matters most,” you said.

“Anyway, thank you, Chuu. I appreciate this so much. And I guess you’re right—you earn a Michelin Star from me.”

Chuuya looked towards the city below you and back. “Didn’t doubt it one bit. But that’s not the only stars we’re getting tonight.”

You looked puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t get shocked.”

Your lover snapped again—you picked up a slight difference in it this time compared to the previous times he signaled—and suddenly, Yokohama went dark.

You didn’t know how, but the city’s electricity had completely cut off at the mafia executive’s command.

“Chuu—?”

“You’re not looking the right way.”

You had been staring at the pitch-black buildings below in fazed awe, but it seemed to have switched places with the skies as now, small scattered lights began to fade in when you looked up, your eyes adjusting to the dark.

“Chuu!” You stood up in excitement. “We can see stars! In Yokohama!”

The ginger chuckled before pulling out a folded comforter from under the table. “Here, it’s better this way. Now this is what the wine was really for.”

…

Chuuya had fixed the comforter on the rooftop and pulled out a few pillows so that you were able to lie down and watch above more comfortably.

“I did this a lot when I stayed in Paris for a bit,” he said, explaining how he got the idea. “But the lights stayed on 24/7 there, too, so I had to use a telescope.”

You looked at him thoughtfully. “We could’ve done that too. You really startled everyone just for this.”

As if on cue, you suddenly heard someone shout in the distance, going “Hey! Who the hell turned off all the lights?!” You and Chuuya both snorted.

“Just for you,” he corrected. “I think this is better anyway. They can handle one night without power. And I made sure the hospitals and other important establishments stayed untouched.”

It was crazy how much power the man had. “Not entirely evil then,” you said.

“Yeah, plus I was also really aiming at that restaurant that tried ruining our plans,” Chuuya smirked.

You looked back at the stars and then Chuuya again, who hadn’t taken his cerulean eyes off your face.

You lay together to gaze at the stars. But instead of those, he was looking at you.

You couldn’t stop the flurry of coyness you got. He looked absolutely stunning under the heavens—it was almost unfair. It would be if you weren’t the one who got to see him in such a state. He looked mesmerized—mesmerized with you?

“Hey, you’re going to miss it if you keep staring at me,” you said.

“I’m seeing you and those galaxies for the first time in a while,” Chuuya replied. “I think I’d rather watch you.”

He kissed you while you were still smiling, causing him to grin, too. You felt light and safe around him and the blankets, and he felt the same. All aggression and stress ceased from his head, healed by you and the moonlight.

“Y’can name stars after people too, right?” he asked when you pulled back. “I swear, I’m going to make the next scientist who discovers one name it after you. It’d be way better than those random shitty names they give nowadays.”

FYODOR : i have the cosmos mapped out, likewise your soul. — you alone, he adores.

There was not a word said as you got into the passenger seat of the car that Fyodor was driving. He had left a note earlier that day—Zolotse, you’re coming with me on a mission tonight. Prepare what you need and bring the sleeping bags, and you had done so with little hesitation.

The sun had already gone down, but you were used to this. Initially, you had thought his job the opposite of himself—the demon was called to bizarre places sporadically and had to adapt to their settings in a short amount of time. You only realized after being with him for a while that he planned these things beforehand, and he planned them long ago.

The job was made for him—his little game of fate and chess.

He drove for around four hours straight. In that time, you had put on your favorite music, and talked with him about the usual—your latest philosophical obsession, anything interesting about his latest endeavors—you hadn’t realized you had gotten so far away from civilization.

Fyodor must’ve become nocturnal from all the time he’d spent in the dark, because it was pitch-black in all directions when he finally parked the car and you stepped out.

And only then you finally asked him. “Fedya, where are we?”

He didn’t respond, instead going to the back of the car and opening the trunk, handing you your sleeping bag and a flashlight.

You flipped the switch on, trying to scan the surroundings for any hint of where this journey took you.

“Darling, you’re quite naïve,” Fyodor said as you looked down at rocks and twigs below your shoes. “I’m concerned about how easily you agreed to let someone drive you hours out into the wilderness.”

“I’d do it only for you,” you replied, giggling. “I trust you.” Alas, he had answered your question, though you still didn’t know what he was here for.

“Follow me. We have a bit of hiking to do.”

…

A secret hideout? Meeting spot? Something valuable hidden here? Your mind came up with countless reasons why your lover’s current mission took place on a mountain and how he could even navigate without a map. The entire thing was strange—you hadn’t even seen him take any valuables of some kind besides a tent and his own sleeping bag.

The walk-up was a bit tedious. Thankfully, you wore the right shoes and had eaten well beforehand, but you still didn’t expect you would be partaking in exercise so late at night. It was also hard to see, the flashlights scarcely making a difference.

You came across a very steep hill; it was almost like you had to climb rather than hike up.

“Apologies for the inconvenience,” you heard Fyodor from above as he went first to ensure each step was safe. “It’ll be worth it later.”

“Ah-” You hardly had time to ponder his statement when you misstepped on a loose twig, causing you to slip. However, a hand reached to tightly grab you before you slid down.

“Careful, milaya.”

Fyodor kept your hand clasped in his throughout the rest of the trek. You finally reached a large clearing by the edge of a cliff—devoid of trees and hard bedrock.

“We’re here.”

He began setting up the tent while you looked around. There was nothing at all out of the ordinary—nothing suspicious for the demon to use. Were you really here just to camp?

“The goal: your eyes to adjust.”

Fyodor had finished and had been looking at you for some time—smiling, at the way your brows furrowed and how you were still lost with this entire night.

“What-?” you asked as he walked over to take your sleeping bag. You followed him as he set it right next to his.

“Sit next to me, lyubov,” he said, guiding you down. “I’ll tell you the secret to getting directions up here.”

He tilted his head up, and for the first time, you noticed an entire galaxy before you.

…

Drenched under the vastness of the dark skies and lights of the stars, Fyodor began to speak.

“We’ve used star navigation for thousands of years,” he said. “Fifty-eight stars and thirty-eight constellations that we’re able to use, but you only need to locate the Ursa Major to find north and Orion to find west.”

You nodded. Perhaps this is what he had come here to do—find directions to something that no GPS or technology recorded. He had probably taken you along just because he thought you’d admire the view and how you did. Fyodor was right—the walk-up was worth this view.

It was like you were in a trance. You had seen stars, but nothing like this before. The entire Milky Way galaxy was visible to your eyes, countless little suns that seemed barely out of your grasp, even though they were millions of miles away.

“Fedya, how many of them do you recognize by name?”

“By now, I have them all memorized because I’ve found it helpful. If an apocalypse surged the earth, they would still be there. If the world ended, they would still be there. The cosmos remain untouched by us—they watch humanity dance from afar. The nomads knew this the best—when we traveled, we relied on nothing but nature.”

You wondered how many body transfers it took for him to retain them all. There were so many little lights in the sky, it seemed near impossible to be able to gather even half in a mind’s jar. You guessed tens of years at the least, and even with that time, you knew only he could do it.

“You commend them too, don’t you?” you spoke, taking a risk in guessing his views.

“Elaborate for me.” You made eye contact with him, and amethyst eyes fawned over by the night almost enticed you even more than the entire view of the universe afore you.

“You appreciate them, and everything else that lays on the earth after the sun sets because they hold no flaw. They aren’t blemished by the foolishness of people.

“You can be at peace with them because they are perfect, unlike us.”

“You’re right. The perfect mankind would be as pure as the sun and the stars—untainted by something as unnatural as abilities. That’s how I see it, but why group yourself in such faults?”

“Hm?” was the only sound you were able to get out, when he grazed his fingers along your face, cupping your cheek.

“Printsessa, you are perfect.” He spoke smoothly, rich accent making his words sound like a lullaby.

“Your soul dances with the kosmos. Something so divine—you are the harmony of something as beautiful as what we see tonight.

“You are the only one who matches the heavens; my love, you surpass the heavens.”

He captured your lips in a kiss, and you only registered then that it was you two alone. It felt like you two were the only ones in the world with the witnesses to your love being the ends of the horizons, and that the universe who put on a show in the sky instead turned to watch you.

…

“Fedya…what was the mission?” you asked softly as you cuddled with him, your hands reaching for his silky hair as you lay on his chest.

You felt his smile. “You’re still so naïve, darling; you didn’t have to think so much. The mission was to bring you here. It’s been a while since we’ve gone out, has it not?”

SIGMA : i’ve never seen it before! (the aurora borealis) — he learns what love is through you.

“Sigma, baby, let’s go!”

The man had a slightly puzzled face as he let you eagerly lead him outside, past your home’s backyard—into the hills beyond. Other than the Sky Casino, it was your favorite spot, especially when you wanted some peace away from the rest of humanity and its industry.

Your lover was utterly confused why you made sure he did not fall asleep this evening. He always went to bed far earlier than you and rose while you were still lost in dream—perhaps snoring—but tonight you insisted.

And Sigma followed, even though he was at the verge of passing out from exhaustion—managing a casino was hard. He let you take his hand and direct him, even without a clue of where you were going.

Maybe that was what love was—blindly following another.

“I have a surprise.” You slightly turned your head back to look at him, and he swore he would remember this scene forever. His hand still clasped around yours, the warm glow of the back porch’s bistro lights cast upon your face, and your sweet smile—though it was dark outside, he felt that your smile lit up his world more than all the stars combined in the night sky.

The cosmos were a new thing for him. You had introduced watching the stars to him, in this special place beyond your backyard.

Immediately after his first time learning what the Big Dipper was, and that the little lights in the sky were actually much farther than they seemed, he called for a viewing deck to be created for the Sky Casino.

That way, even on nights away from you and home, he could still gaze at the same stars, and for you as well if you wanted to visit.

“Are we stargazing?” Sigma asked as you ran up one of the hills with him. He held a chuckle to himself. You didn’t bother to change out of your pajamas. You were so cute.

“It’s a little different this time,” you giggled, setting down a blanket for the two of you to sit. Before, you would bring foldable chairs, but you realized that they made it a bit difficult for you to cling onto Sigma when you wanted to cuddle with him.

“We should start to see it in just a few minutes,” you said, looking up.

“Okay…”

The stars were there as usual. Sigma had never thought that something as pretty as your heart could exist in something physical, but that was how he saw those small lights in the sky.

If only you knew that whenever you decided to talk about how beautiful the skies were at night, he wanted to say they were literally just a reflection of you.

As soon as the clock on your watch hit the next hour, you immediately grabbed Sigma’s arm in enthusiasm.

Now he was really starting to wonder what got you so jumpy.

“Hey! Do you see it?!”

Sigma caught himself so distracted by you that he was watching your face instead of where your eyes were looking at.

He blushed when you looked at him, but thankfully you remained oblivious to his embarrassment.

“The green light! Do you see it?”

Sigma looked up, and he saw what looked like sliver of green contrast the dusky sky.

“That’s natural,” you began to explain. “It works through the earth’s magnetic field colliding with the atmosphere.

“Watch how it dances.”

A show started to unfold before the two of you. Sigma watched as the small touch of light became even brighter, transforming into a ribbon. He watched as the ribbon began to travel across the sky, overtaking the darkness. He watched in awe as it was joined by another green stream, traversing the horizons together.

“Wow,” you both said in awe.

“It’s called the aurora borealis,” you spoke.

“You can see it regularly if you travel way up north, but it’s a rare event here.

“I wanted to experience it with you.”

Sigma turned to look back at you, butterflies in his tummy and a surge of warmth overflowing his heart when he met your face—cheeks glowing from the reflection of the chasma and your eyes full of adoration.

“With me?” Sigma asked.

“Of course,” you replied, pulling him up. “Look Sigma—a new color joined.”

He glanced up, seeing that a new hue had appeared, aligning itself with the green. A pinkish light had mixed itself in, creating a swirl of paints on the sky’s pallete.

It really seemed like the lights were dancing. And Sigma thought to himself—like me and her.

You seemed to have the same idea because you had taken his hands in yours and started to whirl him around. It was messy—a bit chaotic, but he let himself be dragged along for a bit until he got dizzy, because maybe love was blindly following someone.

Eventually, Sigma started laughing, and couldn’t be thrown around any longer. “Calm down, love!” He took control of the dance, guiding your steps so that it turned into a more organized waltz.

He became captivated when he twirled you around—even though you were in your pajamas, you couldn’t look any less beautiful. He had danced with you in ballrooms, in gardens, but this unrehearsed night was the most enchanting of all.

…

You two danced until your feet started to hurt and Sigma’s exhaustion finally got the best of him. Now, you lay together, watching the rest of the night’s act play out.

“Whenever I look at the nebulas, I only think of you now, you know,” you confessed. “Because even if you’re up there, and I’m down on earth, we’re still looking at the same stars together.”

“I think the same,” Sigma replied. “It’s like we’re always connected in some way.”

You nodded with a smile, but you realized Sigma wasn’t finished yet.

“Actually, it’s more than that. I can only think of you when I see those things because all beauty leads back to you. I see your kindness in the sun and your energy in these colorful lights. I see your perseverance in the moon and most importantly, how many hearts you’ve made shine in the stars.

“And whatever ends up the brightest at night is mine, because you’ve warmed my heart the most.”

Your own heart was beating fast, by how your lover had spoken so tenderly to you and by the way he had rolled over towards you so that he was so close now—his lips just shy of yours.

“Sigma,” you whispered, and then you pulled him into a kiss.

It was then he finally understood: love wasn’t about blindly following another, he followed you because you were a blessing of trust, carrying the stars of devotion on your hands.

i heard if you rb, u’ll be able to watch the stars w/ ur fav tn !! reblogs are cherished; they are what support me the most. <3

this fic wouldn’t have ever seen the light, weren’t for @cheriiyaya (hi); thank u bby for encouraging me start to finish. <3 a lil prompt inspo for dazai & fyodor from her. ^_^

p.s. did i imply a past!love triangle in dazai’s scenario? yes. was i referring to the fyozai ‘til death we do art love triangle? maybe..! actually, for some rzn, i included many things here that foreshadow other fics coming soon. stay tuned :)

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Modern!Davos Blackwood headcannons (pt. 2)

— The hastily written during work break edition —

I get messages from the stars, when you’re making love to me — Messages From the Stars // The Rah Band

i go to college to get more knowledge but why does college interfere with my tumblr writing 😔 I’m not even at school yet and I’ve gotta start kicking into academic gear..

In light of some recent episode developments. I think I’ll rescind the headcannon that his name is Benjicot Davos. It’s just Davos now. (Lowkey… I thought HBO would just honestly write out the character of Benjicot… I was apparently wrong when they just mentioned him ig) anyways new headcannon Davos has a little brother, surprise. Ben’s gotta learn unhinged behavior from somewhere after all.. and what better way to start than with his “cool” older brother.

You know that text post that goes like “Have you ever argued with your girlfriend?” “Nope. She tells me to shut up and I do.” That was actually a text convo between Davos and his friend. He’s dumb, but not stupid. If you tell him to do something he’s doing it (as long as it’s legal… then again he’s really not the type to listen to the law)

He likes slow and domestic mornings. Getting up late, brushing your teeth together. He’ll flick water at you as you’re brushing your hair or doing your skincare routine with the most dopey and tired smile. He knows he’s won when you stop what you’re doing to stare at him with an unamused look. He washes his face like a lunatic though (both hands just furiously rubbing his face with little to no product). He’ll make the coffee and you turn on the tv. Pure silence except for the background noise of a news channel or show. Don’t even get him started on the part where you both fall back asleep on the couch as the sun rises and sunlight funnels in through the curtains. Pure bliss.

He LOVES girls night. How did he get an invite? He didn’t! But he’s quiet and normal, so he gets the girls night pass. It could be just you, or a few friends, even a group. But Davos will be there using the face masks, eating the finger food, drinking the fancy drinks. His girls night pass gets revoked though because he does not pay attention to the talk. He’s too busy devouring the charcuterie board to care about drama! …oh that’s the whole point of girls night? Oh… “Oh—and we like her right? …she’s problematic? …So we hate her? Oh… okay yeah she sounded weird—“

“Unique” pet names. There’s always the classics (love, darling, cutie, honey) but he’s got a few under his belt that turn heads, in a bad way maybe. He starts off pretty tame, he uses “my lady” a lot (chivalry-pilled). “Ma’am” too. “My lady” has a chance to devolve into “my liege” :/ Davos calls you pookie and you call him pookie back. You’re both pookie what can I say (sometimes uses the shortened ‘pooks’). Every single pet name he uses must have ‘my’ in front of it. “Do you want to get that pizza from that one place, my lady? Yeah? Okay—No I can pay don’t worry about it, my lovely.”

If you’re not a gamer, but you like to play in both casual and competitive games with him. The only reason you’re having a pretty good game in a competitive game is because Davos is fighting for his life to give you guys the W. Sometimes you’re a little lost, sometimes you clutch up. But usually it’s him, keyboard furiously clicking, eyes darting around his monitor. His face is literally in the monitor he’s so locked in. And you’re just in the call like (“Aw dang it I died.. woww you make it look so easy!”) “Me? No you’re doing work too—look at all those assists and kills you got. You’re pulling your weight too. You get ‘em low I clean up. It’s these other fuckers on our team that aren’t—“ (he went 30/14/5 and you went 10/21/16)

Regardless of your skills in video games, he gets so hype for you in them. Casual or competitive, he’s screaming about every single achievement you or you both make. A clutch round you win all by yourself? GG EZ TELL EM TO GO NEXT THEY DON’T WANT YOUR SMOKE. You build something in your shared Minecraft world? Stunning, beautiful. The architecture is to die for. The redstone? You did that all yourself? He would’ve thought you followed a tutorial it was so good!

Can eat, will eat. He’s a big strong boy, he’s gotta eat. Which means if you ask for Taco Bell or McDonald’s at 2 am? He’s gonna get some with you! You can honestly just text him an order and he’ll understand right away. This turns into you both driving around late at night, music blasting and you feeding him fries. Speaking of food; he’s a heavy believer in the ‘boyfriend tax’. He will steal a sip of your drink or a bite of your food, regardless of consequences.

I do believe Davos is sassy. It’s like dangerous levels of sass he gives you sometimes. It makes you do a double take. Side-eyes, eye rolls, scoffs, dramatic sighs. He is a drama queen.

How he deals with others who bother you in public can range between normal and not normal. Davos has a few options that run through his mind when you encounter a catcaller or unwanted advances. He can either tell the guy to fuck off, start a fight, start barking at him. He will bark, he has barked. It startled you more than the offending guy. But also Davos knows when to get serious, when to actually deal with someone who’s invading your space or not leaving you alone. He’s a tall dude, he works out. He can be pretty imposing. And he’s not afraid to be the first one to hit or push, especially if the offending man has gotten on his nerves too. And not just because they were trying to flirt or shoot a shot at you.

A big aquarium date guy. Or any date really. Actually, any way he can hang out or be near you is considered a date to him and something that makes his day much better. He likes spending time with you, and he likes showing you off to the public. He gets to walk next to you and say “that’s my date! They’re on a date with me!” It’s perhaps the best part of the whole day, being able to be seen right with you. Even if you’re just a passing couple, two people in the midst of a whole crowd, it’s still something to Davos. And that something tells everyone that you’re his.

[curi0us-gh0st]

Porcelain Princess (Jang Wonyoung)

pairings: Jang Wonyoung!gp!Princess x Fem!Reader

word count: 2.864

genre: smut, fluffy (?).

summary: Who would have thought that the most memorable wedding of the Jang family's reign, between the children who looked like porcelain dolls, hid their sins with a beautiful smile on their faces.

warnings: top!Wony, bottom!reader, wlw, secret relationship (reader is married to Sunoo, and Wony to Sunghoon), quick participation of Sunoo x Sunghoon, swearing, pet names, worship, mention of pregnancy, blowjob, hair pulling, choking, fingering, slapping, anal, squirting, overstimulation, etc.

a/n: I've been wanting to finish this fic for a while now, god - enjoy it~~

With the marriage of the only daughter of the Jang family, while they dominated South Korean territory with the main branches of the large family. The marriage was a done deal between the Jang and Park families, who were in a cold war, each trying to outdo the other in wealth and technology requirements.

The ceremony took place open to relatives with the Ahn, Kwon, Lee, Kim, Miyawaki, Choi, Jo, Kang, Honda, Yabuki, Nakamura, Huh, Hong, Naoi, etc. A large part of the people left their tasks to celebrate the union of Princess Wonyoung and the noble Sunghoon, a couple that attracted attention wherever they went, all eyes were on the angelic beauty of both bride and groom.

A simple and luxurious traditional ceremony, the vows were made and if someone had really paid attention to every word, they would have heard something like 'this is just so there won't be war'. After the wedding, the kingdom celebrated while the royalty had a closed celebration behind the grand gates.

While Wonyoung and Sunghoon were thanking their members, while a lady in a cream dress and corset approached her companion in traditional clothes; your bright smile, your red cheeks due to the low temperature of the night, your pink lips, your delicacy, your innocent and sweet aura. When they arrived close, they bowed and greeted the newlyweds.

"Your Highness." The boy said. "Kim Seon Woo, or rather Sunoo. Member of the Kim family, the main ally of the Jang family. This is my wife, Ahn Y/N. Member of the Ahn family, sub family of the Kims. It is an honor to be here honoring your unity." He ended the presentation with a chuckle.

"No need for so much formality, Sunoo." Sunghoon smiled at the boy.

"I told him, but he's too stubborn!" You replied, the prince shaking his head in denial.

"You guys are so annoying! I rehearsed this for my character to improve. Oh, don't ask me to do anything else either." Kim rolled his eyes, irritated.

"Hey dear." Sunghoon said in a lower tone that brought goosebumps to Kim, who looked at him with red cheeks.

"By the gods, manners!" You warned them. "We're in public." He remembered.

"Manners? Appearances? Whatever you want, your wife is making it clear while she's drying you off, ready to devour you." Sunoo countered.

Your eyebrows raise and focus on Wonyoung, who didn't seem to blink in your direction, his eyes taking in every detail, his mouth slightly open, only stopping when you caught his attention by clearing your throat.

"Princess? I think there's a little drool dripping from your pretty mouth." She warned with a naughty smile, the girl waking up and looking at you, passing her hand over her mouth.

"Sorry, I-I…" She took a deep breath. "She is carrying a fey aura with you"

The princess's speech is confused, not letting you know if it's a question or not, but she was right, you look stunning in that dress, the dress she gave you.

"Thanks, I guess." You smiled. "We can drink and eat a few things, when almost everyone is drunk, or no longer noticing our presence, we can split up and go to our quarters."

"Okay, sure." Sunghoon nodded. "Let's get drinks for the ladies, Sunoo." The prince pulled the boy close to him.

A silence fell between you, before analyzing your princess. Her blue dress with lowered shoulders, leaving her collarbone exposed, her soft white skin asking to be marked, the highlight was the choker with a hanging sun, her beautiful silky hair tied in a black bow.

"Uh-huh. You look beautiful, princess." He praised her, his mouth salivating to stain her skin, but I remember why he wanted to be alone with her.

"Thank you, my love. You too are as beautiful as autumn." Wonyoung smiled, approaching. "Maybe, I should ruin that good girl image and bend you to this floor, fucking you for everyone to see what a slut you are." She swallowed hard at the thought of this, it would be an honor, of course.

"Wony, you shouldn't be thinking about these things right now." Her cheeks were flushed.

"Why not? I could raise him here." She snapped, her stomach starting a familiar burn, you were so vulnerable at the moment.

"I have news to tell you!" You shook your head at the tempting thoughts of your princess.

"Tell me, baby." A shiver ran through her body, leaving it hot.

"Uh- I… I'm pregnant." He whispered to her.

For a moment, the infernal noise of musical instruments stopped for Wonyoung, who let his mouth open in surprise and jumped at you for a warm hug.

"I don't believe!" She shouted excitedly as she was squeezing you. "Really? Y/N, you're not kidding, right?" He pulled away to look into her eyes.

"I'm not. I'm having frequent nausea and I feel sick all of a sudden, I'm sure I do." She replied shyly.

"Sunoo. Does he know?”

"Yes, he was the one who suggested this. He later told Sunghoon, but I wanted to tell you this in person." She looked into his eyes. "We haven't seen each other for a few nights, that's exactly why, but Wonyoung… You know." Her shoulders tightened.

"You should move closer to the palace, or better yet, you guys can start living in the palace!" Jang started to think. "I could take care of you… And our son, or daughter."

You choked on your own saliva, eyes shining next to Wonyoung's, she was just as excited as you. She always said she wanted to raise him, well, she did. Your winter days were completely filled by an insatiable Wonyoung, any time you were alone, she would bend you over and fill you with her cum until it spilled, and the ones that flowed out she pushed with her fingers.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea…” You almost whispered. "Sunoo's family would be suspicious, maybe even accuse me of treason and-"

"Y/N, don't worry about anything. I, in fact, Sunghoon can do it, as Sunoo is your advisor." She grabbed his shoulders, squeezing them to give him confidence.

"Thank you my love." You whispered, giving the princess a gentle, grateful smile.

What you didn't notice was the princess's eyes focusing on the front of you, observing the movements of the guests and servants, a smug smile appeared on her shiny lips before pulling you into the palace corridors.

“Oh, Wonyoung, what are we doing?” She asked stunned by her lover's unexpected movement.

The princess let out a muffled laugh as she continued leading to one of the rooms in the second house of the palace, entering her own room. Unlike her room in the palace, there were only small decorations, a few photos and a small tache that she normally used to rest in the center of the room.

You were pushed inside as Wonyoung closed the sliding door, turning to look at your small, curled up being still standing, looking around. The princess approached her, placing her hands on her shoulders and leaving a kiss on her neck, her hands running down her arms as she tilted her head to make room for the princess's soft, wet kisses.

“W-Wonyoung, what if someone-” The princess kisses behind her ear, sending a shiver down her spine as she turns to face her.

“If you don’t make so much noise, no one will hear us.” She smiled, kissing her lips, painfully slow. “So, shh…” Wonyoung placed his index finger on his lips indicating silence.

One of their hands going down to her waist and the other finding a place behind her head bringing her closer. Their lips collided, their lips moved at a slow speed, feeling each other's softness, their hands finding her waist as she bit her lower lip, making a grunt and giving way for the princess's tongue to enter her mouth. , exploring her warm interior like many other times in the past. Pulling away only when the need for air was absurd, his eyes slowly opening seeing his lover's full and swollen lips, a smug smile appeared on that pretty face.

“I missed you so much…” She whispered close to his lips.

The hands leaving you and going to undo her own dress, the pile at her feet, leaving her with only the fabrics that covered her private parts, the erection trapped between the layers of fabric to hide it.

“On your knees, baby.” Obeying quickly, you didn't want to be punished tonight, you wanted to do everything just to please your princess. "You know what to do." She ran her long fingers along his jaw, reaching his lips and separating them.

You nodded, your hands flying to untie the long fabric holding your prize, throwing it away as Wonyoung's long cock greeted you. The pink tip leaking pre-cum, blowing at the tease making her groan softly, one of Wonyoung's hands flying to her hair and forcing her mouth on his penis, seeing her need, then kissing her tip and licking its length, preparing her. to your mouth.

After his preparation, without warning, he put Wonyoung's dick in his mouth, trying hard to get to where his nose touched his crotch, his eyes filling with tears, trying hard not to choke, his eyes moving up to meet the princess's. between open looking at you, her hand on your head pulling back.

“Take it easy, my love.” She gave you a small smile and grunt when you licked her tip.

“I can handle it, don’t worry.” She assured, giving his dick more licks.

“I know you can handle it, just- Ah! Cum! That’s so-” Wonyoung moaned loudly, holding onto his strands of hair as her head bobbed up and down on his big cock.

His eyes never leaving Wonyoung's face, sometimes taking his dick until it hits his throat, leaving it a few seconds later, coming and going again, in the warm-up, his tongue tracing the veins of her dick, his lover's moans were like music to her ears as he pleased her. The tight grip on her hair and her hand forcing her head was a sign that she was close to cumming with his mouth,

“Fuck baby, I-I’m almost there!” Wonyoung announced, her hips starting to move, hitting the back of his throat until she let out a louder moan and came in her mouth, his loads of cum filling her mouth and she pulled out to release the last loads onto her face, smiling with the mess he made on his face. "So beautiful.."

You got up, running two fingers on her cheek and putting it in her mouth, tasting the princess's taste more, making her moan and pull her into a messy kiss, tasting herself, the princess's big hands reaching for the bow that He caught her corset, releasing it to free herself from her dress. Just as the breeze gently carries away pieces of clothing so delicately, that's how her dress fell at her feet, in a heap only to be pushed aside as Wonyoung's aimless hands passed over her body, whispering, praising every part of her body, savoring his soft, fragrant skin, lovingly marks every part of her bust as he lays down on her.

The current position was something common for you, love comes first, your pleasure comes first, that was the only thing Wonyoung was really dedicated to, that was the first and official part of you, her mess on your face was the preparation. One of her hands going up her leg and grabbing her thigh to separate it, her hot whispers in her ear made her button throb in nothingness, gently taking his tip to her entrance, teasing her until she whimpered for her.

“W-Wonyoung, please.” You groaned, wrapping your arms around her neck and pulling her closer if possible. A smug smile on her lips, waiting for you to give in, so she was the one who gave in, your moan calling out to her, making her melt and push herself inside you, her wet heat welcoming you with open arms, she didn't even pay attention to you pulling the strands of hair on the back of your neck.

Her penetrations were slow and deep, her insides, after so many invasions of her princess's fat cock, still remained tight and hot. “Wow, honey.” Jang gasped. “You’re s-so tight and hot, fuck-” She moaned into his neck, letting out little curses and muffled moans.

“More, Wony. f-faster. Please-” The princess barely had time to finish her request and she intertwined her fingers, hitting you faster, her thrusts were shorter and faster, her free hand stimulating your swollen clitoris asking for attention, the meeting of your bodies filling the room sounds wet, the heated air making their bodies sweat.

Her lips meeting in a messy kiss, Wonyoung trailing your neck to mark you as much as possible, while you moaned together, her hand coming up to caress her breasts, sucking and mistreating them. “Fuck Y/N, I-I’m going to fill you up! Leave her full of me. Just m-mine.” She kisses her mouth, swallowing her moans, feeling her insides squeezing her, making his cum spurt inside her, the stimulation making you come undone with her.

She falls on top of you, trying to catch her breath, she towers over you, kissing your chin until she reaches your lips, whispering politely on your lips: “Get on all fours for me, jagi.” You moved apart to position yourself, knees on the floor as your upper half hugged the pile of fabric from Wonyoung's dress and yours.

Wonyoung's hand wandering down her back until it reached her pert ass, you heard a giggle from your princess. “So obedient and good to me." She praised, if you could look back, you would see Wony's bright eyes as he looked at her body in that state, naked and helpless desperately waiting for his touch.

The princess standing behind you, her fingers playing with your pussy, seeing your cum dripping out, her fingers moving in and out along with your pale fluid, she moaned hearing you grunt. She licked her own fingers, passing it over your pink tip, still leaking fluid, she positioned herself behind, inserting her thick cock inside you, holding your waist firmly, she started slowly, accelerating little by little, until she is bent over you, pounding you from behind like a dog in heat, while they moaned nonstop. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” “W-Wonyoung!” Her nails were scratching the floor, looking for some support.

She pulled away breathing deeply, without stopping her movements, dick hitting her insides repeatedly, Wonyoung grabbing her hair as he wrapped his arms around her waist making her back touch his chest. “Fuck, baby.” She moaned, kissing her neck, your hand sliding down her abdomen and feeling the bulge formed there, letting out a smug giggle at how deep she is in you. "Look love. Look how deep I am inside you! Screw this."

“T-Too much! I will, ugh! I’m going to c-cum!” You screamed, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes, your nails scratching Wonyoung's arm as you bit his lips, eyes rolling back as your orgasm made you see stars, the princess cumming right after you, painting your entire body with white jets. .

The girl laying your head on her shoulder as you breathed heavily, leaving a few kisses as she turned you around, kissing your lips again, your faces close, her eyes shining as she looked at you, your touching her body until a moan left her lips. “Wony…” You whispered, feeling her insert his dick inside her tight hole. “Fuck, so tight.” She kissed you again, distracting you from stretching.

Wonyoung pressing her legs to his chest, thrusting into her hole without stopping, hitting her mercilessly, hitting her thigh leaving her red as he grabbed her, her moans passing through the thin walls of the room, without warning, the princess sticking three fingers in your pussy stimulating you even more, you were so stimulated, on the verge of fainting.

"Cum!" You screamed. “Wonyoung, awesome! Screw this! I can’t take a-anymore!” Fat tears stained her face, screaming curses and incoherent sentences as her orgasm overwhelmed you. A whitish stream splashing on Wonyoung's abdomen, the princess removing her fingers that were stimulating you until she filled your ass with your cum, falling on you.

Your breaths were labored as you were cuddled together, she gently pulling your cock out of you, kissing your face as she praised you for being a good girl and accepting everything she gave you. She moves away a little to get a damp towel to clean you, being stopped by you pulling her back.

"A little more." You whispered as you hugged her, feeling her warmth and fullness. “Okay, just a little more.” She smiled, kissing you.

A comfortable silence enveloped you, until the sound emitted from the other room making your faces burn with embarrassment and a naughty laugh knowing it would make you both laugh a lot. “Looks like someone else is having fun.” Wonyoung laughed as he heard other muffled moans.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

By fire and heart. Pt. 8

Daemma Targaryen. Second daughter of King Viserys and queen Aemma, you're the living portrait of your mother with the character of a true dragon, as a second daughter you don't have right to the throne but certainly, you will protect your sister's succession by heart.

Warning ⚠️: Credits of this images goes to the TikTok user ccarmyy! Grammatical and spelling errors, maybe this won't be good enough but In my head the story was a good one.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Pt.9 here

You arrived to the north and instantly ran to your future husband, hugging him, drowning in his scent, the desire you've been containing during the trip disappears as soon as you and him are in your chambers, he was a wolf riding a dragon and you were a dragon devouring a wolf.

The room was destroyed just like your dress and every clothe, you used every chair, every table, all your bed, and you still needed more.

«I'm your betrothed, it doesn't matter if we share our bed before the wedding, I'm already yours my lord.»

You were happy, you weren't sure if it was because of him, because you loved him or if it was the fact that all your desires were attended.

While you're enjoying and exploring new horizons of your femininity and the love between a man and a woman, at the other site of the kingdom, your father gave his last breath and your half brother is trying to escape the throne and the crown that his mother and grandfather want to put over his head.

You don't even imagine it, until you're taking a bath, eyes close, suddenly some visions, are tormenting you.

Aegon wearing a crown, Rhaenyra wearing another, you can see blood in their hands, hearing screams and pleadings, one of Aegon's children, you riding the back of a wolf, dragons roaring and spitting fire everywhere, Thank to the gods your future husband is close to hearing your heavy breathing, bringing you back to your reality with a touch in your shoulder.

- What's wrong with my warrior princess?

- I... I don't know, I'm sorry... Perhaps I'm just tired my Lord.

Smiling instantly you're trying to hide the obvious anxiety that is eating you alive, you can't fool him but he knows there's no point in insisting, you will talk about this when you feel ready so he only kisses you softly and leaves you to rest while he goes to attend his usual tasks.

For the next few days you've been keeping him busy in your chambers, fulfilling your marital duties, even though, you're not married yet.

Your place as the future lady of the north has also a lot of duties, so, during the day you're the lady of the north but at night, you're still the warrior princess, the one who rides the wolf of the north, the one who made the strongest alliance in the name of her sister.

You're In the training yard observing your future husband, when the wind whispers something in your ear, or at least that's what you think, you're alone, there's no one close to you.

«The greens are coming for you...»

Cregan suddenly is running to you, you didn't even feel it, you were falling, fainting. You ended up on the ground, Cregan instantly asked for help, everybody took you to your chambers, you don't know how much you slept, but In your sleep you could hear the roars of dragons, your sister screaming in pain, you had visions about a baby with a dragon tail, scales, feet and hands; you saw your father's crown, you heard the voice of your uncle whispering «Luke is deep in the sea... The queen of the seven kingdoms...and the princess who protects her...»

Cregan stayed at your side, hearing you mumbling strange things about war, about kings confronting and burning the world and how the gods were whispering and showing you the future. He thought the fever was attacking you, taking the best of you, another lady that would die in his arms.

Meanwhile your sister is dealing with the war that is approaching, dealing with the pain of her child's death, the little Visenya, who came to this world before her time.

Your sister is in need of help, her spirit is stronger than ever but her heart is weak, the pain is invading it.

She knows she needs any house big or small, she needs as many people as possible on her side. Messengers are on their way to every corner of the kingdom, some dragon raiders too.

Soon or later, the news will knock on your door. Your nephews are on their way to different sites of the kingdom,while you still can't wake up from your dream.

The tragedy following Rhaenyra as a shadow, you're the last light of hope, she never realized how strong it was the bond between you and her, since that day, when both destiny was sealed.

Daemon, received the news first, he had a soft voice only for Rhaenyra, softly telling her the horror her son lived in before leaving this world.

Lucerys Velaryon, the prince, the messenger that never came back home and Arrax, his young and brave dragon, defeated his rider until the end, the little beast dared to attack the largest and oldest Dragon, Vhagar. No one would ever know the bravery of the young prince and his dragon had to confront his uncle and his giant beast.

«Arrax! Luke! Where are you?...»

In your dream, you can hear your nephew calling you, you can hear the roaring of Arrax, you can only see silhouettes, poor you, you can't imagine what is happening in the real world.

Cregan has left your side, he still has duties to attend. But you have your maidens taking good care of you.

Targaryen are dreamers, some of them believe in what they see, some others, don't. But you're one who decides to believe them. As for magic, you wake up, gasping loudly, your maidens are instantly trying to calm you, they're more anxious than you, your mind is focused on your family, then someone informs you, your nephew, Jacaerys came to leave a message for you and Lord Stark.

- Bring me a coat, I have to see my nephew, now!

Everybody in the room is running, preparing you a bath and clothes, even though your servants told you, Cregan and Jace are on the wall, you don't care, you will fly in your dragon if it is necessary but you have to talk with Jace.

You're ready to leave when the doors of the entrance are opening. They're back, you run to Cregan, he catches your face between his hands, observing if You're okay, Jace is quiet, observing both interaction, as soon as you plant your eyes on him you hug him tightly.

- Jace, what is it, what is going on, why are you here?

- Aunt Daemma, I bring news, unfortunately not good ones. Cregan told me you were sick but you seem healthy.

- I am perfectly fine, I just... Had a vision or something. Doesn't matter right now, tell me, what are the news.

And while Jacaerys talks, you feel more and more sure about your dreams, your visions and all that happened in your sleep. At least nothing is completely bad, Cregan and Jacaerys are good friends and allies, if you already had the north in your hand, the fact that your nephew came personally to ask for help kindly without threat made this alliance stronger than ever.

- To win a war you have to know who your allies are, I'm so glad you had the chance to talk and meet Lord Stark.

The three of you are in a deep and important conversation, negotiating the last details of this alliance when a man comes to Cregan with a letter, a raven from Dragonstone, while he's reading, his expression starts to get cold and serious, you don't have to ask, you can bet it is about Lucerys and you were not wrong, Jace is young but is also a strong Targaryen who knows the importance of keeping the pain and the sadness for another moment.

Cregan, as the gentleman and leader that he is, understands perfectly your decision to leave. You have to go home, support your sister and fight at her side, now that you're sure he will keep his word, you can go and do the necessary to help.

- I'm not only loyal to our queen, I'm loyal to you, Daemma. The north will be waiting for your commands, and I will be waiting for my wife's return.

Kissing your forehead, your hands and your lips deeply, holding you tightly and wishing you good luck, he says goodbye.

You and Jace embark on the journey, but before going to dragonstone, you decide to make a quick stop, alone, at Kingslanding.

You had to be far or fly too high to not be seen by the guards, you're waiting in the sky, expecting a distraction to finally land not so far from the city.

Aemond's arrival is the perfect distraction, now you're taking the hidden halls of the castle, once you're sure you're in Aemond's chambers, you can see him, walking from one side to the room to another, biting his nails, too distracted by his own mind.

You consider killing him, right there and no one would expect it. Unfortunately, your anger and the poison you've been containing pushes you to ruin your best chance.

- How stupid you have to be to think that an old dragon who has been in battle its entire life wouldn't attack to kill? Also, it is ironic... You said they are bastards and yet, you gave him a classic Targaryen dead, he died riding his dragon.

He doesn't act surprised, but you're sure you scared him and quickly made him furious.

- How stupid you have to be to come here alone and talk to me in that way, Daemma?

- Oh Aemond, don't think I'm afraid of you, if I wanted I could kill you, you would be dead already, but it is not me who has to make you pay for what you've done, I'm here with the only intention to know why.

You know you messed up, you could take revenge but that silly mistake now has you playing a risky card.

- You can't be serious. All the long journey to just know why I did what I did? Doesn't matter, what is done, it's done.

He walks slowly in your direction, you don't step back, you have to keep your defiant position but also you have to make him feel like you're not an enemy right now.

- Really? Is that what your mother told you? The queen must be... Very pleased, after all, she was a great influence who helped and supported Rhaenyra's usurpation throne.

- The queen doesn't know what she wants anymore.

- Of course not, the queen has always spoken with two tongues, she has always been divided between her father and her childhood friend, that always has been her problem, but in the end she chose to be her father's puppet.

- Watch your tongue, Daemma, she's still my mother I will not allow you to talk about her in that way.

Time to move on, leave that conversation behind.

-I always considered you as the smartest one. You know? And with all that is happening right now I've been thinking about how unfair it must be for you to not be named as king.

His tensed jaw makes you calculate your words, you have to be careful.

-You're smarter, stronger and a great knight. Don't take me wrong, I do not intend to provoke you, I'm just pointing at the obvious.

He looks at you confused, somehow he's expecting anxiously for your next words.

- You and I, we have more in common than what you think. We're the second ones. We've been proving we're better than our siblings our entire life, with time I accepted my destiny but you, Aemond you don't have to make the same mistake. I think you deserve more...

- Be clear, Daemma.

You stand in front of him, touching his hair softly, looking at him with big bright eyes, praying to make your magic or have some luck to at least have a chance to escape by fooling him touching a weak fiber inside him, whispering the last words in the most sweet and innocent way you could, so close to his ear that your lips are almost caressing it.

- The crown should be yours, my king...

Aemond doesn't show any emotion, for a second you think you're making more and more mistakes so you look down at the skirts of your dress, when his large hand takes your chin to make you face him again.

- Why are you saying all this?

- Because I know myself, my sister and I know Aegon, none of us would be good leaders, but you, Aemond, you have what we don't, I've seen it in dreams, you will be sitting on the throne.

Perhaps you say all those lies with much confidence or maybe you had the luck you prayed for. But Aemond smiles a little, convinced, pleased with your words.

- You're saying all this with a reason, tell me what is it.

- I said I wouldn't be good sitting on the throne to rule, I just want... Dragonstone, I want to be the owner of something, that's all.

He's about to ask more questions when a guard knocks on his door. Without opening the doors and with a loud and cold voice he demands to know why are they interrupting him.

- What is it?

«Ah... Pardon me, my prince, but your brother requested your presence at the small council.»

- See? Aegon can't handle the responsibilities, he's weak and easy to persuade, but you're different, you're difficult and impulsive, that's your advantage. You have to clean your path on this side and I'll do it on mine, do we have a deal?.

You whisper again feeling like a snake, filling his system with your poison, feeding his desires with false hopes and lies, because it's not your intention to betray your sister, you only want to escape. He looks back at you, caressing your chin, observing cautiously in your eyes, looking for any signs of lies, but maybe you played well, since he nodded in silence and left the room, as quick as he disappeared you did the same, coming back to your dragon, going home.

While you were in the sky, your sister was looking for her son, anything that could belong to Lucerys Velaryon.

Meanwhile the greens are struggling, different objectives, different causes and motives are on the table. Did you create more cracks?.

As soon as the moon is lighting the sky, you appear and soon, Rhaenyra does it too.

She doesn't even talk to you, or someone else in the room, some men welcomed you but that was all, her rage and grief were palpable.

After some people inform the advances, she listens or at least you would like to think she does. But the only thing she says, is something none of you weren't expecting.

- I want Aemond Targaryen.

Just like that, she doesn't say anything else and leaves the room. Daemon left minutes later, you feel like a ghost, not many people notice you, now you're feeling like the young version of yourself, isolated, wondering if you made the right decision leaving your comfortable place in the north.

Jace convinced you to go with him to have a private meeting with his mother, once there, you're behind the young man, who's hardly trying to not show how much the loss of his brother is affecting him.

- Your grace.

Both say in one voice, curtsying, Rhaenyra stays on her seat, her puffy eyes reveal all the tears she had been pouring.

Jace says something about a dragon in vale, then he mentions the men and the loyalty the north promised, his voice is cracking and suddenly Rhaenyra stops to play her character as queen and changes it for the mother figure her son needs.

You're still behind, unsure of what to do, the moment seems intimate and private, but then, Rhaenyra looks at you and without stopping the hug with her son, she offers one hand, indicating you can approach, instantly you run and join to the hug, sobbing and apologizing for not being here before.

The funeral was bitter and full of sadness, but somehow brought more union between your family. But Daemon mysteriously disappears, no one knows where he is, but you know his absence is something to worry about.

At the hour of the owl, walking between the walls and In front of everybody's noses, the revenge walked, the blood was soon to be spilled.

«The queen of dreams and the queen of dragons tied by the loss of an innocent»

The whisper wakes you up, you don't know why or how, but instantly you walk around dragonstone, checking on every kids room, because you were not prepared to lose someone else.

[pinkrosealice]

More Cultsim/ Secret Histories speculation and theorizing, one because I'm bored again and two I have to do something to celebrate the release of the House of Light DLC.

I think Lagiah, the Queen Unsated was the previous holder of The Flying Key and thus was present at or even outright involved in the birth of The Moth. And she was the Alukite that Marinette devoured at The Grail's behest.

Lagiah/ Ligeia is based off of one of the Sirens of Greek mythology, and thus her parentage can vary wildly from myth to myth but I think it's very telling that one of her potential mothers is Gaia which we know in the Secret Histories universe is a title for the God-From-Stone known as The Flint.

Gaia as The Flint is also the progenitor (whether that be direct parentage or via Name-Emanations) of Antaios the Opponent, along with The Wheel as Poseidon (and who is also likely Zeus and Hades, AK and Lottie seem to be going with the Orphic/ Pseudo-Mycenaean understanding of these three being different facets of one singular god of the earth sky and underworld.) As they share at least one "parent" it makes sense why the SH versions of Lagiah and Antaios are referred to as siblings, and their incest naturally follows Hellenistic mythological dynamics even if the mythological figures they are based off of aren't related.

Now in Book of Hours there is a mural in Our Lady Beneath dedicated to Lagiah that depicts her as a sow/female boar (possibly referencing the Crommyonian Sow) we are told Lagiah took on this animal form to devour her children or was cursed with it for her incest. If it was a voluntary transformation then I believe if we take into consideration her antiquity and probable direct descent from the Gods-From-Stone, I think it's entirely possible that she was a member of the Carapace Cross. She thus probably achieved her transformation via the Cross's "savour-secret” and she was probably either one of the Thritige-kind or one of the absolute earliest Glaeterfleoge-kind but I am inclined to think more so the former than the latter.

I do not know the exact order of events but I find it highly plausible that Lagiah was involved with the birth of at least The Moth but she could possibly have been involved in the genesis of both of the alleged first Gods-From-Blood, and this is possibly why The Red Grail would later offer her Namehood. An interesting aspect of the first two Gods-From-Blood is that their colors, Red for the Grail and dappled aka black and white for the Moth, correspond to The Three Flowers of The Calyptra (and The Velvet Is the black flower and is a God-from-Blood, there also might be something revealed about the nature of things that are specifically "dappled" and how they might be connected to The Vagabond, who is almost certainly a member of the Cross, in the new DLC but I won't get into that because spoilers) Sadly that is an interesting line of speculation for another time.

So we know that The Flying Key was present at the ascension/birth of every GFB, we know that the Cross; particularly the Thritige-kind were searching for/aiming to create a "Monarch-at-the-Crossroads" aka The Moth who is a GFB and that they somehow sacrificed The Wheel in order to do so. We know Lagiah knew "the rites of the low red sun" who is either The Egg Unhatching or more likely The Wheel and that she was more than likely of the bloodline of The Flint (and The Wheel might also be her father/ paternal ancestor) and that on account of her shapeshifting being explicitly connected to the act of devouring her children, she's probably one of the Cross. Given that the holder of The Flaying Key that was previous to Marinette was likely the very same Boar she sacrificed and devoured at The Grail's behest and we know that Lagiah became a Boar, it stands to reason that she was in all likelihood the previous key holder and one of the Thritige-kind who sacrificed The Wheel in order to birth The Moth.

It's entirely possible if that is true, that the so-called children of hers that she devoured might have been Glaeterfleoge-kind, the so called "spawn of The Moth" and "The Grail's favorlings". Perhaps the reason why these Cross sheared themselves and passed within to become humans, perhaps it was to escape from being devoured.........

There is something about Marinette devouring Lagiah, a notable devourer of her own children; and in the process becoming a "Ligeian" becoming the child eater's adopted child by eating them, that is so deliciously poetic and ironic.

But anyways I have a lot of complicated thoughts and speculations related to the Gods-From-Blood, they honestly seem to be even more of a mystery than the Gods-From-Light and The Glory, they sit at the intersection of so many different time periods and forces.

Like the Thritige-kind are said to have sacrificed a "bird" in order to bring about The Moth, does that mean that The Wheel was once one of the Aviform Hours....... What does it mean? what does it all mean?!?!

[animeprincessforever]

Lady Tamayo X Dead Human Child Reader Together Again

Child can be boy or girl whatever you are! Enjoy!

-WAY BACK WHEN TAMAYO WAS HUMAN-

YEARS AGO

Your POV:

It was a normal day at home. I was cooking, mom was resting due to her illness and dad was at work. As I finished making shrimp and miso soup for my dinner as I walked to Mother’s room however I heard an unrecognizable voice. ‘Who is that?’ I thought. I peaked to see a man that looks like MICHEAL JACKSON?!?! (LOL HAD TOO SORRY) ‘is that Micheal Jackson? The king of pop? Why would a man like that be in our house? Is he paying my mother a visit to hope she gets well?’ Millions of questions flooded through my head. When I looked through the door the man was gone. ‘Maybe I am seeing things’ I thought I went into my mother’s room and gave her dinner. “Anything else you need mother?” Mother looked at me and weakly coughed “everything is fine my love. Thank you.” 

“Are you sure mother? Who was that man? Is everything okay? Was th-“

”That man was a ‘old friend’ of mine and came to discuss some things so no need to worry my dear (Y/n).”

I sighed and nodded “good night mother. Enjoy call me if you need anything. I love you mother!” as I walked away and got ready for bed and got in my pjs.

The pjs: www.google.com/aclk?sa=l&ai=DChcSEwj3rZOpycCEAxXXAa0GHWONAIMYABAtGgJwdg&ae=2&gclid=EAIaIQobChMI962TqcnAhAMV1wGtBh1jjQCDEAkYBSABEgKUJfD_BwE&sig=AOD64_0V0NGtiEtgMiZwRpUZObJYCEkMnA&adurl&ctype=5&ved=2ahUKEwimj4GpycCEAxU0O0QIHUKbDYcQp6wHegUIARDwAg&nis=8

I was nice and comfy as I sat on the couch and waited for father to get home. When father greeted me I hugged him and said good night. So I went to bed.

TAMAYO’S POV:

My husband lied beside me asleep. I got up and went on my balcony and side. ‘I feel weaker and weaker. Is it almost my time? T-o d-I-e?’ I thought till I heard that man named Muzan again. “It’s not to late for my offer you know?” He said. “How exactly does this cure work?” I said. He looked at me and smirked and said “like magic” I was desperate I thought about my beloved child ‘if I die I’ll miss things’ I thought and so I looked up at him and said “I agree to your deal.” All the sudden I felt weird as my body felt like it was changing. ‘What’s happening?!?!’ I thought. All the sudden this hunger came inside me and I did something unthinkable. I attacked and started devouring my beloved husband. I tore him to shreds and ate him. ‘STOP! STOP! STOP PLEASE!’ I thought and begged but I couldn’t control myself. I hear my child coming ‘NO GO AWAY (Y/N)! DON’T COME GO AWAY!” 

YOUR POV:

I was a woken from a blood curdling scream coming from my father I jumped out of bed and ran to their bedroom. As I opened the door my eyes widen to the scary sight of my mother?!?! NO! A MONSTER! Killing my father. When the thing looked at me I gulped as I realized it was my mother. “Mom?!?! What are you doing?!?! Is everythi-“ I screamed as she attacked me and things went black.

BACK TO PRESENT

POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR SKME

TAMAYO POV:

I thought about my beloved daughter and husband. I hate myself everyday for it. However today is the day I am working with Shinobu to make a potion that will permanently destroy him. 

CLIP FOR REMINDER: twitter.com/tanijrou/status/1234157626633707521

As I slowly left I saw my beloved child and husband smiling “we were waiting for you mom” my daughter said. I replied “why?” My husband said “did you really think we will let you go to hell without us? We love you.” My daughter hugged me and I started to cry and apologize over and over again. My daughter said “we don’t blame you mom. We love you after all we are together as a family again.” I smiled as flames slowly appeared bringing me, my husband, and beloved child into the cruel darkness where I was forced to go. ‘Why did they forgive me?’ I thought. As my daughters words “we love you” repeated over and over in my head I smiled as we faded away together.

THE END 

TYSM FOR READING

[nonnienonnon00]

Maya and Carina Season 7

So here's what I think would be a great a Season 7 kicker for our fave wives to finally start a family. Its just a thought.

Opening scene

Skyline of Seattle - we zone in on Maya and Carina's apartment. Maya is trying to leave for her shift - but Carina keeps blocking her from going.

Carina, holds onto Maya's hips and kisses her neck,

"Bambina, I have the day off - I think that should mean that YOU should take a day off with me." She kisses Maya's lips, deepening the kiss - smiling as she then moves to kiss Maya's face.

Maya is defenseless and quite frankly is considering staying at home with her wife,

"Babe, you know I want to but I gotta go." She looks deep into Carina's eyes and just marvels at this beautiful woman she gets to call her wife.

"Hmmm, you are something else Dr Deluca."

Carina gazes into Maya's eyes and just sighs. She's never felt a love like this before - its so big in her chest - almost tangible - she can feel it, taste it on her tongue.

"Ok ok, if you must. But just know I'm going to be alone in this apartment all day, doing God knows what to keep me entertained." Carina smirked.

Maya knew exactly what that meant,

"Oh you are mean. Now I'm going to be picturing you doing THAT all day."

Carina laughs a little at her wife,

"Good! That's what I want you to do. Ok go before I decide to tie you down to the bed and have my way with you."

Maya's eyes bug out at just the thought,

"Carina! Ok I'm leaving! I love you so much." She kisses Carina again and walks out of the apartment.

Carina, sits down at their dining table and smiles to herself. The past few months they really took time to get reacquainted and focused on building their foundation. Now everything feels stronger between the both of them and Carina knows that Maya feels the same way.

Just then Carina gets a phone call from a clinic downtown. Confused she answers,

"Hello."

"Hi, I'm looking for Andrea Deluca. We've tried his contact number for a while but it seems to be inactive. We do have a Carina Deluca here on file as his next of kin."

Carina's heart breaks abit at the thought of her brother. Its been a few years since he died but the sting of just hearing his name is just as strong as it was in those beginning stages of losing him.

"Hi, yes this is Carina Deluca. Andrea is my brother, he passed away a few years ago."

Carina closes her eyes as the pain seeps in - just a few moments ago she was about to devour her wife in their hallway and now here she is about to speak about her dead brother.

"I'm so sorry to hear that. We were not notified of this so he is still on file her at the clinic."

Carina's brow furrowed,

"What is this about? Why are you looking for my brother?"

The lady on the phone clears her throat,

"Mam, this is Seattle Sperm Bank: Sperm Bank & Cryobank. We have your brothers specimen here and we were just calling to let him know that we are moving offices. We've been contacting our patients to let them know all month. Your brother was the last on our list."

Carina froze. Sperm bank? Why did he go to a sperm bank?

"Mam, we can arrange for his specimen to be destroyed if you would like."

Carina immediately blurted out,

"NO! I mean, no. Please don't do that. I will come down to your offices today to discuss. I'll be there in 30 minutes."

"Sure not a problem at all. We will see you then."

The amount of questions that passed through Carina's mind as he moved around the apartment to get ready were crazy.

What did this mean?

Was he ok?

Would we want to destroy it?

Maybe this is how it was always supposed to be?

Would we even be able to take it?

What about Maya? What would she think? Would she say no?

______________________________________________________________

Scene cut to end of the day, Maya is heading home from her shift with a huge smile on her face. They tackled a crazy warehouse fire but managed to make it out unscathed. Andy was a great captain. She always knew she would be. But for now all Maya could think about was her wife. She desperately wanted to see her.

She walked into the apartment and settled down her backpack. It was unusually quiet. Rounding the corner, she found Carina sitting on the couch with a piece of paper in her hand.

"Carina, are you ok?"

Carina looks up at her wife with tears in her eyes. She hands the paper over. Maya reads it slowly,

"I don't understand. How did you get this?"

A tear streams down Carina's cheek,

"The clinic randomly called me today. Andrea put me down as his next of kin. They obviously couldnt get ahold of him."

Maya speaks under her breath,

"He went to a sperm bank? Why would he do that?"

Carina takes a breath,

"He did it when he went on meds for his condition. When he was manic and got diagnosed. It is quite common that it can effect your reproductive system so I guess he wanted to be careful. He always wanted to have a family." She smiled at herself.

Maya knew she needed tread carefully,

"This document says that its been transferred to you?"

Carina looks at Maya,

"I couldn't let them destroy it Maya. Andrea put me down as his next of kin but also as his proxy should anything happen to him I would have control on his profile with this clinic."

Maya nodded along and stared at the page,

"Babe, look at me. What are you thinking?"

Carina took a deep breath,

"I know this may not be ideal but we could never decide on a donor and then things with Jack didnt work out - which honestly I am kinda happy about. This just feels like a blessing but I dont want to do anything that you dont want - especially after everything we went through last year. I want us to make a family and be happy. But most importantly I want us to do this together."

Maya reached for Carina's hand, taking a deep breath and said,

"OK so hypothetically what would this look like? How would we do this?"

Carina picked up her wife's hand and kissed her fingers,

"Well, I guess it would be your egg with Andrea's sperm and I would carry. So in a way we would make an actual DeLuca-Bishop baby. And honestly just the thought of carrying your baby makes little butterflies in my tummy." Carina looked and Maya with so much hope in her eyes.

Maya also felt the butterflies at the thought of Carina doing this but before she they went any further she knew she needed to lay down some rules.

"So if we do this, I need to say a few things and I hope you won't get upset or offended. Can I do that?"

Carina nodded with that hope bubbling in her heart.

"I need to know that if we do this, have our baby like this that it won't be some sort of replacement for Andrew. I just want our baby to have their own life and not have this huge thing hanging over them cos of what happened to your brother. Please don't hate me for saying this."

Maya could feel the worry rising in her chest. Carina reached over and cradled her cheek,

" Bambina, I could never hate you for saying that. I love how much you want to protect our baby. But I want you to know that I would never allow that to happen. Our baby will never live in the shadow of my brother."

Maya smiled at Carina and pulled her against her body. Carina tucker her face into her wife's neck and took in a deep breath. The scent of Mayas perfume always managed to calm her down when her mind started racing.

Maya kissed Carina's forehead and hugged her body to her own on their couch. She knew that Carina must've been through a rollercoaster of emotions that day.

Taking a deep breath Maya said,

"Let's do this. Let's make a baby this way. A real DeLuca-Bishop."

Carina looked up at her wife and smiled so wide her heart felt like it would burst out of her chest.

Before she could lean in and kiss her wife, Maya smiled saying,

"Your gona have my baby."

Carina felt those butterflies again,

"Our baby".

[vibratingskull]

Sugar Daddy Thurfian

ThurfianxF!reader (laugh at me all you want, I love my old men!❤️)

You come from a lesser familly, engaged by the Mitth to help the new Patriarch in exchange of a hope for a rematching in the 8th.

you spend a lot of time alone doing your work and someday you spend whole days with Thurfian to deal with irregularities and problems

You appreciate this man collected personality, his natural authorithy and somewhat ressuring presence, he feels in total control and nothing can go wrong once he puts himself to it.

Except for Thrawn

You became his agent, the person he sent to the unruly captain to let him know he's in trouble

So dealing with Thrawn's feat is added to your worklist and you had to ask Thurfian for help several times, until he decided to oversee the process right behind your back.

All this to say you spent way more time with him than first anticipated. You don't mind, he's a polite man that patiently teach you your work. He was a simple penpusher like you before after all.

He's incredible, whatever question you have he got the answer, even about old obscure laws of the Ascendancy! Sometimes you feel like he knows everything. You came to admire him and strive to be worthy of this work and his attention.

Your familly has no name for itself, you can count your members on the number of fingers of one hand, so being able to join a familly as tentacular as the 8th is a chance, no, an honor!

For little you who came from the contryside of a fare away planet, this man holds the power to drastically change your futur, without comparison.

You sweat bullets when he reviews your work, you don't want to appear unprofessional and inneficient.

"You are starting to get it." He congratulates you one day. You flush terribly as you thank him, gathering all your paper clumsily.

Maybe you're good to something after all.

Maybe he starts to notice you?

You work even more since that day, following him and Thivik like their shadows, aiming to be more and more efficient, becoming indispensable, thinking ahead all their problems.

It's exhausting and not well paid but your aiming for so much more!

You got a strange visit one day. You were working at the Patriarch office when someone knocked on the door, being alone you had no choice but to go see yourself

You open the door to a stunning, yet flashy lady rocking an impressive cleavage. You press your lips, if only you had her confidence...

"Is Thivik here?" She asks.

"No, he's out with the Patriarch. Can I help you?"

"You surely can, sugar!" She smacks her lips with a sounding pop after putting on a deep red lipstick "Can you give this to our dear Patriarch?" she purrs. She pushes a little wrapped box in your hands.

"Huh... from who? There is no name." You ask a little lost

"Oh, silly me." She take out a bottle of a pricey perfume you've only see shine behind glasses of grand stores and put some on the box "Now he will recognize me! Thank you, sugar!" She heads out rolling her hips.

You close the door and consider the box. For some reasons you feel jealous, you want to destroy that box!

But you don't, that would for sure make you take the door with a kick up your butt.

When Patriarch Thurfian comes back he founds the box immediately, awaiting for him on his desk. He picks it up and deeply inhale it's scent, he exhale with a smile and sparkling eyes.

You observe him from the corner of your eyes, your lips pressed in a fine line. Some really have the easy life, flutter your eyelashes and roll your hips and you got the world at your feet!

You rageously type on your keyboard as he opens the box with a thin smile. And now he stopped working, great! Some people really are just distractions, eh? You greet your teeth, destroying the keys as jealousy devour you whole. When you think some people work their butt off at an honest job and some just have cherry lips to win everything! Blast! Life can be so unfair!

Time passes and you start to calm down, starting by realizing you were unfair to that woman and you should not weep on your situation, you really could do so much worse.

But you can't help a pike of jealousy. Slowly, the idea make it's way that maybe, just maybe you could try to play a bit on the same field as her. You flush at the idea. What could go wrong?

And you would try to seduce who? The Mitth patriarch? He's pretty much untouchable! But again that woman succeeded... You look at him in more details. He's way older than you, but regal and haughty, confident, assured, and you have to admit it : still handsome. You can always try...

The next day you braid your black-blue hair in a high ponytail, put on some the most expensive perfume you have, the most short dress you got and the highest heels. To be honest the result is still incredibly flowy and cute rather than dark and sexy, but you don't see it that way and it remains still a huge step for you.

You enter the office with a seductive smirk, or a tentative of one, and you roll your hips to the little desk you have in Thurfian's office. "Good morning, Patriarch." You purr (way to much)

"Good morning." He respounds with a rising eyebrow. What's your problem? He looks at you walking to your desk, doubtful, then go back to his screen.

"Do we have a lot of work, Patriarch?" You coo.

"Yes, quite! And you are late!" he doesn't even leave his screen with his eyes.

"Oh! I am sorry, Patriarch." You put the emphasis on his title "I am being a real bad girl." You roll your hips to his desk and sit down on it. He doesn't deprive himself from ogling suspiciously before looking into your eyes, he rest his head lazily on his knuckles waiting for your next move with a completely indecipherable expression.

Crap! In your plan he would have flirted back or kicked you out by now. Not remained silent! You sigh seductively, or try to, letting one of your braces slips across your shoulder. He slowly follows it with his gaze before looking back in your red eyes, his brow raised again. You're so unconfident and uneased, it's terrible, but you feel you're in too deep now. So you double down, fidgeting your feet. "What are we going to do about it?"

"Alright, enough." He scoffs.

You're taken aback, you feel tears of humiliation gathering behind your eyes. But he grips your arm. "You have charms, undoubtly, but you do not know how to use them." he pulls you down his laps, you yelp in surprise. "First off, free your hair and let them flow." He tears off your scrunchie, liberating your hair. "Second, cross your legs, it accentuate them and draw the eyes. You have a good skin, show it off." He pulls on your dress to shorten it even more "Third, a good and wise choosen cleavage always brings out the breast, no matter the cup." He put his finger in your cleavage and lowers it down a few inches. "That is better. Avoid cheap perfume, they make everyone dizzy, learn to walk on stilettos, choose a good purse, dress more womanly rather than this model pupil style and it would be a good start."

"I... Yes sir." You're absolutely mortified. You're stiff on his laps, huddled you don't dare looking at him, it would break you definitly. You dig your nails in the hem of your dress, greeting your teeth. Well this couldn't be more humiliating...

He caresses your temple and brush a strand of hair out of your face. "Then you' will make for a tasty treat." His fingers slide under your chin and tilt your head towards him. "That is what you were aiming for, right?" He guides your face closer, gaze on your lips. By instinct you close your eyes and open your mouth slightly.

That's the moment Thivik choosed to enter the office. "Am I interrupting something?"

"Absolutely not." Thurfian says, signifying you to go back to your desk and get a move on! You robotically walk to your chair, completely shaken, grazing your lips with the tip of your fingers.

"You are really well dressed, miss. You got a date tonight?" Thivik ask you mischievious. You shake your head, completely purple and with hot cheek. The day pass with you buried in your work, trying to forget everything that just happened.

"There is a party planned in the Mitth manor, in less than three hours." Thurfian remembers you suddenly, eyeing you up and down "You are coming in those clothes?"

"I... I was invited?" you ask dubfounded.

"Yes, it is a party for all the workers of the Mitth familly."

"Oh... Well in this case I will come with great pleasure." You giggle embarassed "Will this outfit make the cut?"

he looks at you dead in the eyes. "You cannot be serious?"

"It's... It's not good?"

"Absolutely not!" He closes his computer and raises in one movement. "Follow me." He simply orders. You obey immediately.

He guides you to his car, followed by his bodyguards and orders the driver to fly to the Grand galeries. You huddle yourself, seated in between two massive bodyguard you feel so small.

"I can not have you appearing in those clothes, it is about the Mitth prestige and honor, even if you are not a member of the family you work for us and must meet some standards." He berates you.

"Yes sir..." You say with a feeble voice. "But I don't have the paycheck to buy anything where we are heading." You inform.

"It will not be a problem, I will pay for it." He hits you with. You gasp, incredulous. The Patriach is taking you for a shopping session free of charge in the greateast boutiques of Csilla!

When you arrive your breath is taken away. It is so big and brightfull! Thurfian immediately heads towards a Haute Couture shop and you follow the best you can. You are immediately greeted by an armada of employees bowing to you as salutation. "Greeting Patriarch." The head of the store salutes him "Do you need anything in particular?", "I am here for an emergency." Thurfian designates you. "Of course, Patriarch. Right away." And your being pulled inside a large fitting room and being proposed a large choice of dresses. Or rather the dresses are proposed to Thurfian that select a few and send them to you. You're being undressed by employees and dressed up by them, in the movement you don't manage to tell them to let you do it yourself. You're then being placed before an immense mirror that permits you to observe yourself in the most minutes details. Thurfian is behind you with a flute of champagne, casually seating on a white sofe. "Mmmmmh. No. Not this one." Nobody ask you your opinion, you're being pushed back to the dressing room and pass on anoter expensive dress. the crisle repaet several times until he fancies one. "This one is perfect. I take it." The dress is long, black, shiny, deep cleavage and a slit on the side up 'til your hip. Too revealing for you. "Wait, Patriarch!" You stop him. "Thank you, this is really nice of you, but this is not really my style, and-", "It will be for tonight." He decides for you and sent you back to the room with a dismissive hand gesture. You're then being pulled into a jeweler's where Thurfian find you a whole set of diamonds jewels. You don't dare ask for the price, it is better for your sanity if you don't know. He lets you choose and expensive perfume and then take you to have your make up, nails and hair done, in the two hours limit, the employees did a fantastic job but you feel dizzy now.

"Let's go!" Thurfian signifies to the driver and he speeds up to the manor. You feel overdressed and shy, the revealing dress doesn't help. "Raise your head and make sure you do not fall with your new high heels when we enter the Grand room." He casually orders you. "Together?" you ask, "I did not spend all this money for you to do wathever you please, the least you could do is appear at my arm.", "I... Yes sir." You submit "Good." He smiles thinly.

You hold on to his arm as you enter the immense room with blinding lights. The party already started but your entrance is noticed! "Patriarch! You are fashionnably late." One of the Orators salute him "Who is it at your arm?" You gulp and present yourself. You all three exchange mundanities and he guides you to another big shot of the familly, and another one, and another... At the end of the soiree you met every bigwigs, you who thought you could have sneak away you instead spent the all night at Thurfian's arm.

Once alone on the balcony you bow to him lightly "Thank you Patriarch. It was a delicious soiree."

"My pleasure." He nods "But I do not think our soiree is finished"

You blink at him "Sir?"

"Oh come on, sweetheart. Do not think I already forget your feat this morning." he lets his glass on the guardrail and take a step closer, towering over you. "You were so adorable trying to seduce me like that, getting all worked up over nothing." He brushes a strand of hair out of your face "I know you hope for a rematch in the Mitth."

You raise your head at that mention, your heart flutters, what you've been working for so hard! "You can do something about it?" You ask full of hope. He grins, circles your waist and put you on the guardrai with ease, sliding between your legs. "I am the Patriarch. I can do what I want." He leans forward, murmurring at your ear "If you are nice with me tonight, I can guarantee you a rematch." He bites down your ear, you mewl incontrollably. "You promise?"

"I only have one word." he looks into your eyes.

You bite your lips, and nods "Alright..."

"Grandiose." He flashes you his canines in a smirk "I usually prefer savage and confident women, but I can take care of a fresh and shy young one..." he promises, taking your face in his hands to kiss you.

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar@thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay @aroayr-shuk

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Window Shopping (Tower: Day 212)

for Angstpril, Day 15: Lost in My Mind

cw: imprisonment, manhandling, dehumanization

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Out on the horizon, the skyline sits like jagged teeth

A city waiting to devour you, spit your bones into the street

And the wolves in the towers are watching in wait—

Hm. Bait, fate, gate, grate, hate…

Lex's poems had gotten shorter lately. Sharper. He'd been finding it more and more difficult to compose verses about the things he missed, and couldn't tell if it was because it hurt too much, or because he was forgetting them.

The latter didn't seem possible. How could he forget something like the sun? The maple trees in the city park? The little coffee shop that was run by a woman he knew recognized him, but never said anything to the cops?

But every poem he tried came out flat.

'the sun above is shining gold'

Yeah, no shit. But it wasn't shining on him anymore, and that detail overshadowed anything lovely he could come up with.

The sun was bright, leaves danced when they fell, fall trees burned brighter than his fire, and the coffee lady's name was Sophie. Didn't matter. He'd never see any of them again.

To his right, Lex heard the mechanical click of the door being unlocked, and tried to breathe through the fear that suddenly seized him. It had only been four meals since wash day, ten left until the next one, and aside from that, the door only opened for something bad. 

Usually that something was the guard, Wade. Coming in at random to 'take care of him', or drag him up the stairs to the cold tile room where he'd be left in the hands of violent strangers.

Grabbing and tearing and laughing at cries

The hand that bruises the hope that dies

Which would it be today? Wade's administrations were unwanted, demeaning at best, but he'd take that over the uncertainty of the room upstairs. 

When the door opened, it was a pair of guards Lex didn't recognize. They pulled the door closed after them, but not before he caught a glimpse of a suit-clad gaggle of people waiting in the hall.

Was it another tour? That he could bear, endure the humiliation of being put on display to avoid what would happen if he didn't. But they'd made a big show of cleaning up the cell right before the council's visit, so that couldn't be it, could it?

"Get up." The guards moved to either side of him, forcing him to his feet when he didn't move fast enough.

The question of what was going on rose in his throat, but he swallowed it down. If they wanted to tell him, they'd tell him. If not, he'd only be wasting his breath.

A cuff was locked around his ankle, and he felt it activate. The trickling heat of his power, the part that hadn't been silenced by the cuff he already wore, went cold, sending a chill through him. Hands moved roughly across his torso, down his legs, as if searching him for weapons or contraband he had no way of accessing. Lex stared at the stone wall across from him, and waited for it to end.

Things that reach out in the dark

Snuff and smother any spark

"He's clear." The guard who spoke went to open the cell door, leaving her partner to stand next to Lex.

He didn't even turn his head as more people stepped into the cell, only able to see them out of his peripheral. There were six or seven of them, all talking at once in light, conversational tones.

"Smells like shit. Couldn't they have cleaned up before our arrival?"

"Is it always so dark? Guess it saves on the electrical bill."

"Yikes. This one's scrawny and damaged."

"I'm sure someone could find a use for him. Terrence?"

"You know I don't go for brunettes." Laughter.

Lex tried to tune them out, eyes locking onto a crack in the wall and following its path.

A fracture in an old foundation 

Lightning-patterned stone damnation 

"What's the deal here?" A question directed at the guards.

"Alexei Wilder. He was an assassin. Cinder. He's the one Overkast 'killed'." The answer was met with sounds of recognition from the group, rising like a hum.

"I'm not sure any of us is in the market for an assassin that's been… disarmed." That one got a chuckle from everyone.

"Shall we move on?" prompted another voice. The response was shuffling of shoes on stone, moving away. Lex felt a little of the tension ease out of him.

Moving on. Leaving him alone. Alone in the dark was better than unpredictable hands.

But the guard beside him didn't move, piping up a small "Sir?" as a gray suit stepped in front of Lex, obscuring the cracks in the wall.

Not alone, not yet.

He stared past the figure, finding a new imperfection in the stone to follow, by now so familiar with it he knew each jagged turn.

Chase the road, and taste the sky

The gravel sings your lullaby

Hands stretched out from the gray suit, pushing back his hair, knuckles brushing his cheekbone with a foreign gentleness that almost scared him more than violence could.

Autumn comes to burn the trees

And winter trails to snatch the leaves

"See something you like, Mr. Fox?" the remaining guard said.

"Unfortunately not something suited for my needs at this moment." A smile, scant light reflecting off white teeth. "But I'm sure that will be remedied with time."

And then the hands were gone and the door was closing and all the cracks in the wall could be seen again. Lex closed his eyes, willing himself to breathe slow. When he opened them, it was like no one else had even been there.

Out on the horizon, the skyline sits like jagged teeth

A city waiting to devour you, spit your bones into the street

And the wolf in the tower is watching in wait

Once his jaws snap shut there will be no escape.

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[encantadiafan12]

The Half-Grim Reaper girl: Undertaker's daughter (future):

Rui gets adopted 🕷️

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Attempted murder, and Abuse.

(A/n: Rui is such a Cinnamon roll when I found out his backstory at the end of the Mt. Natagumo arc.)

The Demon Slayer dimension in Mt. Natagumo....

Originally the reason why it was called that because of the Spider Demon Family. But with it gone except Rui who survived because of her accidentally and unintentionally to regain his human memories prior and the earlier times when he was turn into a Demon.

The Quarter-Grim Reaper then looks around. “Rui.... Rui, where are you?” she mutters as she looks around. Sophia was then tackle by something or rather someone. The Quarter-Grim Reaper then look up to see the little spider demon. Rui then gives Sophia hug. That made usually stoic Quarter-Grim Reaper girl to crack a smile.

The former Lower Moon 5 looks at Sophia with so much innocence. “I thought you forgot about me, Sophia.” he says as the stoic Slytherin girl then pats his head. “I would never forget you, Rui. I made a promise to your parents’ spirits that we will raise you with the love they couldn't give you. But always remember they will always be with you no matter what.” she says as that made the Spider Demon smile.

Rui gives Sophia a tight hug making her let out a breathy laugh. “Thank you so much, Sophia.” He says “You're welcome, Rui.. Just remember that I'm always here for you no matter what may happen.” she says.

Before the Quarter-Grim Reaper girl could think about teleporting herself with the Spider Demon. She then gently took out a bracelet which she enchanted so it acts as a protection. If Rui walks out in the sun so he wouldn't get burn. Sophia then teleports both of them to her home dimension. When she did, they both saw her mother was waiting for her patiently. Y/n was surprised to see Sophia carrying Rui in her arms as the Spider Demon looks at her innocently.

The Goth Lady then gives her daughter a questioning look. The usually stoic Slytherin girl sighs. “It’s not what it looks like, Mother. When he confronted me I accidentally casted a spell which causes him to regain the memories of his past when he was still a human.” she starts before looking at Rui. “Not only that it also broke Kibutsuji’s curse.” he finishes. Y/n was surprised he said the name of the progenitor of the Demons in his dimension but it didn't kill him. Sophia notice this as she then sighs. “The curse broke as well after I accidentally and unintentionally cast the spell. I did communicate with Rui’s family when he was a human and of course found out the true reason why they wanted to kill him. Because they care about him as they don't want him to kill innocent people. Which is why they not only try to kill but themselves with him.” she then explains as Y/n looks surprised. Rui looks down. “I was angry and furious but when I found out the true reason. I now understood on why they did it. Because they truly love me.” he says.

The Goth Lady then has hunch on why. “Were you born frail and weak?” she carefully asks the Spider Demon who was in her daughter's arms. Rui nods his head in confirmation. “I was. I always wanted to play with the other children but I couldn't because of how weak my body was when I'm still a human. Then Kibutsuji offered to turn me into a Demon. So I did but I didn't know it would cost my humanity. One night, my parents caught me devouring our neighbor and they both tried to kill me. Out of anger I killed them. Which is something I regret when Sophia unintentionally make regain me my past memories of my human life. The emptiness in my heart even after crafting a family of my own.” he explains. Y/n felt bad for this boy some demons in his dimension devour out of sadness, fear, and despair.

“As time went on, I got insane because of the emptiness I felt. I've been given a permission to craft a family of my own by Kibutsuji. But it was rather fake as most people would see it. I ended up torturing my fake family members whenever they disobey. However, I regret the things I did after I remember my life when I was still a human and the truth why my parents tried to kill me that day.” The Spider Demon adds to his explanation while he clings on to Sophia. The Goth Lady notice this. “He seem to gotten so attach to you, sweetheart.” she carefully points out while her daughter nod in confirmation. “Well, very quickly, mother.” she says.

Y/n then looks at the white-haired boy. “Rui,” she says which makes Rui looks at her. “Do you want us to adopt you? If you want...” she asks the former Lower Moon 5. Rui then looks at Sophia before looking at Y/n. He thinks about carefully. “If it meant to stay with Sophia. Yes, I want to get adopted by you.” he says. The Goth Lady smiles. She'll have to ask Severus about this later.

[ottokallenhonkai3rd]

⚜ 𝒪𝓉𝓉ℴ𝒦𝒶𝓁𝓁ℯ𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃 #1 ⚜

Title: Holidays Chapter: In the Hotel Pairings: Otto x Kallen, Sakura x Theresa, Seele x Seele Brief description: Otto is pretty excited. Now together, he and his former best friend go on vacation. But the summer romance is spoiled. Because from time to time, Otto receives strange voice messages from a certain Sakura, who claims to be with his girlfriend. Alternative Universe/ Alternative Timeline, homor, drama, romance and a little lemon. ~♥~

The change in temperature almost knocked him out. It was much warmer in Turnesia than in Germany, Otto realized as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. The air felt warm and stale, making it visibly difficult to breathe. Nevertheless, he managed to carry Kallen's sports bag, which they had just fetched from the luggage rack together with his trolley. He already knew why his luggage had wheels, because Kallen's bag was pretty heavy. The same couldn't have carried her bag either, as her arms were cradling five large burgers. The sixth she held in her hand and chewed with relish. There were the portions that Kallen usually ate and where one wondered how she could still be so slim with such amounts of food. But Otto had already gotten used to his girlfriend's eating habits. As long as she was happy, she should eat whatever she wanted. Fortunately, the five-star hotel where they wanted to spend their vacation was not far away. After a fifteen minute walk they reached it and entered the lobby. Kallen just devoured the last hamburger while Otto put her bag on your Trolli and walked to the reception. "Hello. We have reserved a room. My name is Otto Apocalpyse." he spoke to the lady who was sitting at the counter and was typing something into her computer. Kallen put the hamburger papers in her bag and stood next to her friend in a good mood. The receptionist smiled friendly and directly sent someone to take care of the baggage while she looked for the exact room number. The elevator went to the top floor. The room Otto had rented should have a good view of the sea. It had a fridge with drinks, a large double bed and a bathroom with a wave pool and sauna. They also had access to the roof, which had sun loungers and a pool. There was a large pool downstairs for less well-paying guests. Also, it wasn't far to the beach. Otto had also ordered the food to be delivered to the room so that they didn't have to go to the canteen. When the receptionist arrived in front of room number 50 and unlocked the room, he was satisfied. The room looked just like it did on the website. The lady explained them the house rules and put him, saying, "I wish you a relaxing holiday." the key in his hand before she left. "So Otto. What do we want to do first? Do we want to look around first, then go to the pool or would we rather go to the beach?" he was asked by the white-haired woman, who was getting a little jittery. "I would suggest that we unpack our things first. Besides…" a little disgusted, he peeled his white shirt off his sweat-soaked body "I'd like to take a shower first and get dressed in something lighter." "That your shirt sticks to your body and you can see a lot." she replied and started throwing her stuff into the nearest closet. In fact, the shirt was so wet that you could see his upper body through the transparent white fabric. When he noticed that, his face turned a little red. He quickly hurried to get into the bathroom. He breathed a sigh of relief when the wet clothes slowly slipped off his body so that he was only standing in his underwear in the room. Suddenly, he heard his cell phone beep briefly, announcing a text message. When he fished this out of his pocket and clicked on the SMS icon, he was a little surprised. A strange cell phone number has written him. When he clicked on the message, it said this: I've seen you and I know what you're doing. Keep your hands off my girlfriend. (Sequel follows.)

[alagaisia]

I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions, but I have been already working towards this, so I’ll offer it up anyway: I’m trying to read more. As a kid I read almost constantly. And then I started high school and college and I didn’t have the time or energy, and got out of the habit.

But in the last couple of months, I’ve been reading more. In my current job, which I only get to work about every other weekend anyway, I sometimes have twenty or so minute of down time at a time, often multiple times a day, between calls and tours, and it’s not retail so nobody minds if I’m reading my book since I’m also fully getting my work done. So I can put books on hold online at the library, and then when they’re ready, stop by and pick them up in the morning on my way to work.

And it’s been incredible. Because I love reading. Not even just the stories themselves, and I admittedly don’t do a lot of deep analysis of themes or anything like that while I read, because I just so enjoy even the act of reading, diving into a whole new world and losing myself in it a little bit.

I’m a very quick reader and as a kid I would bike to the library with my sister and we would come home with a dozen books each, almost more than we could stand to carry in our backpacks, and then we’d go back the next week. I am quite sure that there are more books that I read in their entirety and remember absolutely no details from at all, totally and completely wiped from my mind as if they never existed, than many people have read ever. And I loved it. When my mom put her foot down and said we could only bring home eight books each, I would decide between books based on how big they were.

I’m more selective now, but I’m still a quick reader. When I pick up a book in the morning and bring it to work I almost always finish it that day. And I’ve read so many good books! I finished Becky Chambers’ Wayfarers series. I read a couple of Dara Horn novels that I really enjoyed. I absolutely devoured Mary Robinette Kowal’s Lady Astronaut books (and then received the full set for my birthday a couple of weeks ago, because I loved them so much I had to have my own). I’m two books into Rebecca Roanhorse’s Between Earth and Sky trilogy, which is fascinating, and does have such an interesting and different flavor from a lot of European fantasy that I’m sure a reader more interested in analysis than I am would be able to pin down in better words but which I’m just enjoying the ride with.

I can’t tell you how good it feels to be reading again. It’s like a return to my old self. Like coming home. So my New Year’s resolution, of sorts, is to continue that. I considered trying to say I’d read a book every week, but that’s a little too concrete for not liking resolutions, and also if I get a full time job, which I sure would like to do, and my routine changes, it’ll be harder to keep to a schedule, and it will feel more like work, which of course is not what I want.

But maybe I’ll try to keep up a list for tumblr or something. Not like reviews or anything, probably, because trying to think about talking to other people about aspects of a book takes me out of the experience (yeah, I did occasionally struggle in high school English classes, lol. I would get so caught up in reading the books that I would forget to think about discussion questions or whatever. But boy did I like reading all those books!), so, not a good resource for my newfound handful of followers, unless your criteria for book recommendations is “a tumblr user mentioned the name of it once,” but something. Not holding myself accountable exactly because again who cares about resolutions, but like, a dedicated place to share what I’m up to in that realm and keep the momentum of the enjoyment up a little bit, if that makes sense.

TL;DR, Happy New Year? ❤️

[daddycest-hub]

3rd - A Sexaurant (My Word for it ;3) is a VVVerrry Special Restaurant where a Man with a Horny Hunger can go to Order either a:

"Pussy Meal with a Blowjob!" if Lusting for a Female

OR

"One Cake with a Special Sauce Milkshake!" if Lusting for a Male. ;3

Said Server will then Crawl up upon the Front Counter(I just remembered the Correct Word this Morning :)

OR the Customer's Table

OR the Drive Thru Window...

and Present their Pussy OR Cake(Ass) if Male for the Male Customer to Play with Devour and Fuck after which the Server will Worship and Lick Clean the Cock that Fucked them, and if Male, Present their Cock to be Milked by their Customer's Hungry Mouth till he releases his Thick Frothy Sweet Milk into his Mouth! ;3

Shamelessly all out in the Open for everyone present to see/watch as they themselves, the other customers, Enjoy their Horny(Happy ;) Meals! ;3 The Sounds and Scent of Sex filling the whole Sexaurant! ;3

A Pervy Relative of McDonalds if you will! ;3

McPervys?

OR

McRaunchys? ;3

Hmmm...

I like to think...

Dean,

Sam,

Cordell,

and Hoyt! ;3

I like to think...

Emily, to make some much-needed money OR Forced to Work there by the Owner/Manager as Payment to a Debt or something!

and Stella of course! ;3

What VVVibes do these give ya? ;3

What Meals would the Males order? ;3

What would become of our 2 Walker Whores? ;3

Oh my ;) What an interesting concept! I think an establishment like that would do VERY well ;) And McRaunchy's is the perfect name for it ;) I have to ask- are these "servers" paid full minimum wage OR do they need tips? (i have a lot of less sexy logistical questions but i'll hold them back lol)

I think these males would order.....

Dean- Pussy Meal with a blowjob

Sam- Both (a double special, if you will ;))

Cordell- Pussy Meal with a Blowjob

Hoyt- Cake with a special sauce milkshake

Oooooo fascinating ideas for our Walker Whores ;) I imagine Stella is there to get some money after moving out on her own for the first time? Or did Cordell make her get a job?

I think our Walker Whores would be VERY popular ladies ;) I think they would get quite a few regulars that would request them specifically ;) I think they'd end every shift on shaky legs with their customer's "tips" spilling out of every hole ;)

And.... I think it wouldn't be long before either of them got pregnant! Which would add a new option to the menu: the Broodmare Special! Where a lucky man can pound a pregnant whore and feed from her leaking tits ;)

And I think, before long, they would fall in love with the work ;)

[naraven]

Recently, there seemed to be something brewing in the mind of Joachim.

“Greetings, Puppet. I hope your sleep was peaceful”

“Puppet, over here. Follow me now. There’s much to do today, and I don’t appreciate slackers.”

“Ugh, you foolish Puppet. How should I drill this into your head?”

Sandrone had not changed her way of addressing them. 

It bothered Joachim a lot more than they had initially thought. The more they were referred to as anything “puppet” related, they would feel the annoyance in their stomach each passing day.

They thought that at some point they would get used to it, from all the misnomers they had acquired from the Akademiya. From “holier-than-thou scholar” to “heartless asshole,” none of them had the same sting as the name that Sandrone used to call them over. It didn’t help that Sandrone would only call them over to her, like some animal or servant.

“Little Puppet, I want your opinion on this issue- !”

Slam.

“Puppet!? What is the meaning of-”

“...’m not.”

Sandrone, alone and without an assisting puppet, had dropped a stack of papers in shock. The sight of her puppetless left her extremely vulnerable.

Ahhh, so small, yet with eyes so vicious… Joachim wanted nothing more but to devour the sight of the small woman in front of them. A dryness in their throat, a parched mind with hunger rotting their brain.

“... I’m not a puppet, Lady Sandrone.”

Sandrone crosses her arms, looking up and unimpressed at Joachim’s blank stare.

“At least look at me if you’re going to pull something like, Puppet.”

Joachim stares down at her, wordless.

“...Ugh. Fine, then. Foolish Jo-Joachim.”

The sight of Joachim smiling so gently scared her more than their blank, empty stare.

“I like how that sounded. Thank you, Lady Sandrone.” They stand back, releasing the tension between them, Sandrone, and the wall.

“Please keep calling me that. I believe this next step in our relationship will cause it to bloom beautifully.”

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[yourthiccgoddessmidna]

The bored teen looked at the sumo. “Huh… I guess recruitment missed one. But yep, I can help you. What do you need?” “I believe I need a card… my name is Suki.” The teen looked at the catalog. “Hmmm ah I see you. Now before I hand you the card which types of matches would you like to do?” “Types?” “Yes we have traditional matches. We have gimmick matches. You know fight in a ring of fire, or winner advances to fight a food opponent. Then we have Kaiju. Really big ladies and monster ladies fight in a televised city on an empty planet. All for the honor of having the title. “Miss Kaiju”. Only the second most sought title besides the coveted Miss Lovely spot in our pin up calendar.”

"Hm..." Suki thought on those choices. A traditional match is something she has done countless times. A gimmick match? She did fights similar to that...but a kaiju challenge sounds like something she is interested in and she is the perfect woman given her astronomical size. There's also the fact that she wrestled and devoured lots of kaijus or other monsters. After making up her mind, she gave a respectful bow. "These Kaiju matches seem very interesting and fit into what I'm looking for. I would like to try that please..."