#send me anything about them and i shall try to answer

[yan-randomfandom]

hi!!! omg i just discovered your blog and i’m in LOVE! could i request yandere stanford pines (platonic or romantic or some other type is up to you) with a reader who is a reincarnated euclidean/flatworlder/dream demon? (i don’t know if you’re familiar with same coin theory, but that’s my inspiration!) preferably with no/limited memories of their past life? i imagine ford would be pretty suspicious at first because of his experiences with bill, maybe even try to kill them… but who knows if those feelings will change… that, or maybe he would get obsessed with them as a replacement muse… lots of possibilities! feel free to change/add anything to the concept, or if it doesn’t interest you, i’d appreciate any yandere ford in general! thank you!!!

Yandere!Stanford Pines x Godling!Reader

this took me a while, but i finally got around to writing it! thank you for your kind words, anon! this one contains continuous drabbles— because this is so long, feel free to point out any mistakes

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You have been summoned.

Even from your deep slumber, the presence of other ghastly beings roaming around the dimension was painfully obvious to you. How curious; they don't seem to belong here.

"You. You grant wishes right? No deals?"

The one who summoned you flinched when you made eye contact. With their chin lifted, they tried to seem intimidating, yet the tremble of their lips and the quaking of their legs gave them away.

"Indeed, but," you replied, smiling to the best of your ability. You hovered around them, critically observing their physical body, and, by extension, their soul.

They are nothing short of terrified. But intriguingly, their fear does not mainly stem from your presence.

"Pray tell," you mused, twirling their hair with your fingers, "what happened here, dear human? I've been asleep for some time, so I request a small favor: answer my question."

Because if you had to be honest, you have no fucking idea what's happening right now. The longer you stay awake, the more you realize that you have no memory of your past.

"Bill Cipher happened. This is the Weirdmaggedon," they answered, their body shaking more intensely. You paused. "I don't know what he wants. Please, all I ask is for you to transfer me and my family somewhere safe. The ones I care about have turned to stone. We just want to be happy. Please."

A giggle escaped you. "A noble wish. Very well, I shall send you and your family to the nearest safe place."

You placed your hand on the top of their head, and they vanished out of thin air.

Humming a tune, you made your way out of the cave where you had been trapped and finally saw the world outside.

...

Swirling colors and chaotic phenomena surrounded you. What a monstrosity. Someone else has taken over this area—Bill Cipher, was it?

Turning your head, you saw an enormous bubble wrapped in chains. A grin stretched across your face.

So that’s where you sent your summoner.

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Weirdmaggedon is officially over.

Stanford knew that. Bill is gone. His brother is slowly but surely regaining his memories back. Everything was going to be... normal again.

As normal as it can be anyway. A sigh left Ford when he rolled over to his side, staring at practically nothing. The room is pitch black.

He closed his eyes.

...

It's bright. With a gasp, his eyes snapped open.

A familiar field. The gentle breeze doesn't calm him down in the slightest. He's back here. Again. Why? Did Bill somehow escape? Is he out for revenge? That stupid dream demon—!!

"Gree—"

Ford shouted, immediately swinging his fist at you. You dodged swiftly in time.

"—tings! Woah!" you huffed, taking extra care to ensure he didn’t land a finger on you. "Is this how you usually greet a higher being, Stanford Pines?"

The human’s heart races uncontrollably. This can’t be happening. "Bill, what twisted form have you taken now? Didn’t we destroy you already?!"

You blinked, then laughed. "I'm not Bill, silly! He's long gone, I'm pretty sure. How should I know?"

Not Bill? What kind of nonsense are you spewing out? Stanford's expression darkened. This might be a dream, but he really didn’t want to deal with you—especially not after everything that had just happened.

You immediately noticed his demeanor.

"...Oh. I'm sorry," you muttered, getting close enough to meet his eyes. They widened at your words. "I didn't mean to laugh at your misery. I've just been so confused lately."

"What?" was all Ford could manage to say.

"I heard all about you," you said carefully, making gestures with your hands. "Human with six fingers. The man who freed Bill Cipher. Who has traveled across dimensions."

"Who told you...?"

You smiled. "I asked many—don't worry about that part. I was wondering if you could tell me anything about myself. You seem to know a lot, Pines."

Ford woke up.

Was that just a dream? Were you even real? Bill is long gone, dead. Isn't he? He won't find the answers to his questions until he falls asleep again.

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Ford doesn't do anything about you until he's sure of himself. You were definitely just a figment of his imagination, right? A dream.

That’s exactly why he couldn’t believe it when you showed up again. A stupid, curious expression on your face.

And this time, Ford took it upon himself to try and kill you.

"Urk! Don’t do this! I understand you're traumatized, but I really am just trying to find my home!" you stammered, flying and dodging every attack he threw your way.

This is weird. You’re saying things Bill would never say. Is he really trying the opposite approach just to manipulate Ford again?

A massive blast from a cannon struck you.

To both of your surprise, the attack did absolutely nothing to damage you.

"I'm alive!" you exclaimed with glee, up in the air, comically rotating from the impact. "Done yet, Pines? I simply want to talk, you know!"

... Of course. Both of you are untouchable in the dreamscape. While you can imagine anything within both the mind and the dream, a being like Bill isn't stupid enough to enter with his actual body. Guess it worked the same way for you, too. It was still worth a shot.

Ford woke up.

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"Finally ready?"

You tittered at him up from above. Ford narrowed his eyes at you.

"What do you want?" he deadpanned. "You're not here to make a deal, are you?"

"Deals are not my forte," you said, showing him a negative gesture. "I do wishes. But if I have to admit, I wouldn't wish something from me either."

"So you trick people," he replied, gritting his teeth. "Why do you feel the need to do that? What benefits do you gain?"

You glanced at the side before looking back at him, shrugging. "I don't remember."

"Is that so? How many wishes?"

"One."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Bill—"

"I am not Bill," for the first time since you've met him, your voice finally sounded firm. "As far as we both know, he is gone."

"... What is your name, then?"

"I don't remember."

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A frustrated huff left Ford as he rubbed between his eyebrows. You giggled, pushing your hand through his hair. It's soft.

"You're not being helpful at all," he said.

"Apologies," you replied, looking sheepish. "It's hard to answer your questions if I know nothing."

"There must be something you know," the man insisted, stepping away from your touch. He doesn't like how gentle it was.

You hummed, crossing your arms as you floated away. "Do you know how Bill looks like? Am I of similar physique, perhaps?"

Ford paused as his eyes glanced up and down at your form. You can't help but feel uneasy under his tenseful gaze.

"You don't know what Bill looks like?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.

This man sure is suspicious of you. Not that you blame him. "No. I believe I never met him."

"You believe?" he scoffed. "I hope you know it's hard to trust you."

"Well," you drawled, "would it convince you if I said you can wish for my memory to come back?"

His eyes widened.

You chuckled. Maybe this is too shocking for him. Take it slow, you thought.

"Before anything else, though, how about we enjoy a nice cup of dream tea?"

🌔

You stared at the chess board in between you and Ford, confusion filling your face. "Wait, how does the knight move again?"

"Think of this shape," Ford explained, forming a black marker with his thoughts and drawing the letter 'L' in mid-air. "The knight moves to the end of this point. Just try to visualize it on the board."

"Oh, I think I understand," you muttered, choosing to move your knight in the corner of the board.

Ford grinned. He placed his queen right next to your king. "Checkmate."

"What?!" you gasped, your eyes rambling around the whole chest board. "I mistook my king for the queen! I say rematch!"

A hearty laugh escaped Ford's lips. If this was in the physical world, he's sure that his cheeks would start hurting from smiling so much.

He still wasn’t sure if you were dangerous or not. Really, he should know better than to mess with otherworldly beings.

But maybe this time, you're different. Because, as far as he knows, you're currently powerless.

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"Pines," you said as Ford roamed his hands across your body. He said this was his way of observing how different you were from Bill. "Aren’t you going to use your wish to help me regain my memory? Or do you want to use it for something else?"

He rubbed his thumb over the side of your body shape. Interesting. You're just as two-dimensional as Bill is. "I only have one chance of using my wish, don't I?"

"Indeed," you murmured, shifting slightly under his touch. "I won't stop you if you use it for yourself, but I'll have to find someone else who might use the wish for me."

Ford halted all his movements.

"What?"

You drifted away from his fingers. He stared at you, wide-eyed.

"I said I'll find another to grant my wish for me," you explained. "Anyway, how was your assessment? Am I anything like Bill?"

Ford continued to stare at you, looking as if he were lost in thought.

...

"Pines?"

"Sorry," he coughed, "But, yes, you're quite similar to Bill."

You beamed, floating over to him and ruffling his hair. "Another step closer to figuring out who I am! Thank you, Pines!"

Ford woke up.

He stared at the dark ceiling. The sun has barely risen.

You had no memories. If he helped you get them back, would you be indebted to him? Or would you turn out like Bill, who wanted to rule the world?

Ford can't let you meet up with another human.

There's only one way out of this.

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"You're ready to use your wish?" you gasped, placing your hands on his shoulders. "That's excellent news! However—"

"Question. Do you have limits in your wishes?" Ford asked deliberately, careful with his every word.

You hesitated before replying. "I suppose not."

His large hands held yours over his shoulders. You glanced at his six fingers before meeting his gaze again.

"Then I wish to be your master."

You felt your soul fall to the deepest depths of the dreamscape.

"You'll do anything I ask for. Be under my will. There is no turning back, dream demon."

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[holylulusworld]

Triad (2)

Summary: You are everything to them.

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: future mfm relationship, established mm relationship, meet cute, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, needy Bucky & Steve, dominant reader, dom/sub undertones

A/N: I decided to turn this request into a mini-series. It will consist of drabbles telling us more about their story.

Triad masterlist

Triad (1)

A good alpha is always attentive and knows exactly what their omega needs. In your case, you had two needy bonded omegas who crashed into your life.

You didn’t intend on finding an omega anytime soon, and now, you had two omegas following you around the park. They wouldn’t take no for an answer and refused to go home and leave you alone.

The only way out was to find out if they were right. If these two perfect specimens of male omegas were yours, you had to give it a try.

“You could come with us,” Bucky whined. He walked next to you to catch your irresistible scent. “We got a nice house in Brooklyn.”

You cocked a brow. “I can’t go home with two strangers,” you stopped walking to look at Bucky. Needy and submissive omega or not. These two men were much taller and stronger than you. If their instinct overwhelmed them, they could end up getting hurt or worse.

“Take us to your home then,” the brunette argued. He wasn’t going to let you slip through their fingers. They lost a true mate once and didn’t want to risk losing you too. “Please.”

“You’re a needy omega,” your features softened, and you ran your fingertips over the mark Steve left on Bucky’s neck. The omega mewled loudly and rubbed his hand over his crotch. “So responsive and sweet.”

Steve’s eyes widened when you leaned closer to sniff at Bucky’s neck. “Alpha,” the brunette panted heavily. “Please.”

“What shall I do with you two?” You sighed deeply. It was too risky to take them home with you or to go home with them.

On the other hand, you couldn’t risk sending them away. Both could go into heat and in that case, they wouldn’t be able to help each other. Not after they met their true alpha.

“Maybe we could go to a neutral place. Not our home, nor yours,” Steve suggested, but his mate whined low in his throat. Bucky wanted to curl up next to you and his mate and be petted like he deserved.

You chewed on your lower lip, debating whether to take them to your home or not. “I just moved to town. My belongings are still unpacked. My apartment won’t smell much like me. We need to ease you into being around my scent. I cannot overwhelm you.”

“Maybe—” Bucky jumped in. “You can come to our home, alpha. We just bought it. Everything is brand-new and our scent won’t overwhelm you.”

Steve nodded at his mate’s suggestion. “He’s right. We went for a walk in the park to buy some flowers for our new home. We moved in just yesterday.”

“We bought more than flowers,” Bucky said. “We like to go shopping.” He grinned. “Do you like shopping too?”

“Uh-sometimes,” you shrugged. “I didn’t have much time lately. With my new job, the new apartment, and exploring a new town, I didn’t find the energy to buy more things to store at my apartment.”

Bucky gave his mate a knowing look. His grin widened and he wrung his hands. “Stevie,” he whispered. “Maybe she can move in with us.” The omega would do anything to have you around for the rest of their lives.

“Buck, we can’t…or can we?” Steve quirked a brow.

“Whoa, hold the horses,” you raised one hand. “We met like five minutes ago. You can’t just invite me to live with you. That’s crazy.”

“Alphas and Omegas mate after knowing each other for minutes,” the brunette pointed out. “Steve and I have known each other since childhood but most of the time, you find your mate and never let them go.”

Steve nodded in agreement. Why argue if he felt the same? “Bucky is not wrong.” He stepped closer to sniff in your direction. “You can feel it too, I know it. You’re our alpha.”

“Steve, we can’t go from meet cute to mate like animals,” you tried to stop yourself from pouncing on the omegas. If they didn’t stop pushing your boundaries, you’d end up claiming them in a hurry.

“Come home with us,” Bucky whined and tugged at your jacket. “We promise to behave. Just let us get to know each other. We can exchange numbers and meet again.”

“We promise to behave,” Steve repeated his mate’s words. “We won’t hurt you or act out.” He assured you and grabbed Bucky’s hand. “Right Buck? We will invite Y/N to our home and offer beverages and cookies.”

“Cookies?” Bucky grunted. “Stevie, we can’t offer cookies and beverages to our true alpha. We need to order food and prepare the house. Flowers! We need more flowers and candles.” He hums to himself. “Yeah, scented candles.”

Quirked a brow and watched the omega pace back and forth. He got his phone out to take notes. “Bucky.”

“Roses…no…lilies!” He exclaimed. “Steve, we need to order two dozen of each.”

“I like daisies or lilies of the valley,” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “Omega, you need to calm down. I know meeting your alpha can be overwhelming. Cookies are fine.”

“See, cookies are fine,” Steve grinned. “I knew she’d like cookies.” He nodded to himself. “Can we invite you, Y/N?”

“Sure. If you kill me, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your lives…”

“This is the living room, over there is the dining room,” Bucky excitedly guided you through their house. “Do you want to see the garden?”

“Buck, we should offer her coffee or tea, don’t you think?” Steve tried to get your attention. “What do you like?”

“I want you both to take a deep breath and relax. You did well so far,” you patted Steve’s chest. “Tea and cookies would be nice, Steve. Thank you.”

He hummed and glanced at your untouched claiming mark. “What kind of cookies? We got homemade ones, or the ones Steve bought.” Bucky grinned at his mate.

“You love them,” the blonde retorted. “I saw you in the kitchen, munching the cookies like a starving animal.”

“I’m close to my heat,” Bucky bit back. “You know how I get when I’m in pre-heat.”

“You’re a cookie and coochie killer if you are in heart,” Steve chuckled as you eyed his mate like a hungry wolf. “He’s good at eating coochie, doll.”

“You’re a naughty matchmaker, Stevie,” you purred and ran your hand over his chest. “You bring me here, with an omega in pre-heat, telling me all the things I want to hear.”

Steve dipped his head, offering submission. “I’m sorry. It was the only way to get you to follow us home. Bucky needs an alpha, and me too.”

“Well then,” you cupped the back of Steve’s neck, forcing him to look at you. “You better make up to your alpha…”

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[tadpolesonalgae]

Pleasure-Dom!Eris x reader: Thumb Prints[*]

A/N: my stomach fluttered when I read this req 😳

Warnings: pleasure-dom!Eris, oral (f! receiving), fingering

Word Count: 2,093

Finger Prints

Heated palms press your thighs apart, slippery strings of arousal webbing across your skin, long past the realm of sense.

“Eris…” you pant, lust making you dim.

Caramel and whiskey eyes flick up from between your legs, a pang of longing twisting in the pit of your belly. “I…”

Words soften on your tongue, turning molten and buttery, unable to wrap your lips around them. His rosey mouth lifts into a sharp smile, and your head tips back into the pillows in surrender. Maybe at some point you’d wanted him to stop, but you have no energy left to protest against his pleasurable ministrations. Content to let his hot, wet mouth reattach to your sex.

A whimper bubbles from your chest as Eris gently nips at the intimate skin of your inner thigh. “Finish that sentence for me, fawn,” he instructs, palm rubbing in soothing circles over your hip. “I…” you fumble, “…I don’t remember…” His laugh sends fire sizzling between your legs—like the flame of candlelight. Soft, and controlled.

“No?” He murmurs, kissing his way back to your heat, sex tender and aching from his treatment. “Don’t remember what you wanted to tell me?”

You swallow, shaking your head wearily, body softened by pleasure. Legs open wider for him, handing over all the access he needs, pliant beneath his hands and mouth. “Just…don’t stop…” you request, palm coming up to cup your breast, fingers brushing your nipple.

Feel as his lips spread into a smile against your skin. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs, “not when I’ve finally got you all to myself.” You moan at the softness of his admission, heart bumping against your rib cage as he begins tenderly suctioning his mouth to more and more intimate patches of skin. Teeth graze, and you raise your hips, encouraging him to pay you more attention.

Hot breath fans across your cunt, rosey lips ghosting a little below your navel. A quiet moan is drawn from your mouth, slowly rolling your hips with coaxing urgency. “Eris…” you mumble, attempting to contain the thought within your mind, but it’s like water through your fingers, and you struggle to keep hold of it. Teeth prod into your lip in frustration, but it’s quickly washed away as he presses his kisses lower, something warm and supple fluttering in his wake.

“What is it, fawn?” He asks, raising his head to peer up at you, the sight of his lustrous, silky hair, unbound, cascading over powerful shoulders temporarily rendering you dim-witted. Lips cut into a smile, putting a kiss just above where you want him, “forgotten again?”

Swallow, blinking away your temporary stupor. “I want…” you begin, then fumble, lips almost grazing that spot. Bite the inside of your lip. “I want… Will you talk to me?” You request, nerves wriggling beneath your skin, making you want to squirm. He arches a neatly groomed brow, hand leaving your hip to hold the top of your thigh, keeping you open for him—you wouldn’t dare close. “Talk to you?” He repeats mildly, long, elegant fingers tapping out a quadruple-beat bar: four quavers given the breath of a semibreve.

“Yeah.” You nod, drowsily. “Want to hear your voice. Please.”

He hums, and you moan, back arching as the vibrations sink upon your skin, warming you to near unbearable levels. “What shall I talk about?” He asks, inhaling your arousal softly, nosing at your heat. A quiet exhale breathes from your lips, swallowing before answering. “Anything,” you murmur, “anything you want.” Teeth lightly nip at the slick skin of your inner thigh, causing you to sleepily peek open your eyes, giving him a questioning look.

“Anything’s rather vague,” he smiles, coaxing you into conversation. “Offer me a starting point.”

Mind spins, too softened to properly function. He’s asking you for a starting point. Blink as you try to come up with one, but he’s nosing at your heat again, and you whine quietly. Lift your hips invitingly, mouth parting in a moan. You can feel how wet you are, imagining how warm and velvety his tongue will be. “I… Tell me about your day,” you settle on, just needing to feel him attach himself back to your sex.

His laugh ghosts over your heat, and you whine, pressing your knuckles between your teeth. “Uh-uh,” he tuts, and you immediately lower your hand.

“Sorry,” you mumble, instead preoccupying yourself by gently cupping your breasts, thumbing your nipples. “That’s better,” he soothes, lips brushing over your wet sex, “keep being good for me.” You whimper your compliance, nodding weakly.

Feel him smile, “now, where were we?” The question sinks into your mind, falling into emptiness as his words simply float through your head.

“Your day,” you supply softly, “you were going to—oh.”

His tongue licks over your clit: a slow, leisurely drag, taking his time to pleasure you. Slowly work you to a delicate climax—he knows you’re on the verge of overstimulation from the last five already; he’s treading a fine line here.

“Eris…” you moan, spine bowing from the bed as he lightly suckles your clit, keeping his teeth to himself. Hips roll upward, his palms warming as fingers tap out rhythms to the tops of your thighs. Small inhales suck between your lips as he begins mapping out your heat with his tongue, licking and teasing his way down to your sopping entrance.

Ever so delicately, he circles you, careful not to stimulate too much, just keeping you within the realms of the feather-light touch. He’s rewarded with the sound of your moan, hands still occupied with your breasts, keeping away from your mouth. You know he likes hearing your noises—embarrassing as you sometimes find them.

When his tongue prods at your entrance though, you whimper, thumbs flicking across the sensitive skin. Smoothly, he relocates back to your clit, wet and puffy from attention. His mouth latches over you, and you’re back to sweet malleability, practically melting under his tongue, the wet muscle parting you like a knife through butter.

You gasp, back arching, lips parting on a sharp inhale as he circles the apex of your thighs. Flicks over the bundle of nerves, suckling softly, light, wet sounds slurping from between your legs. You whine, silently begging for more. “Ready for more?” He asks, as if reading your mind.

Nod eagerly, tugging your lower lip between your teeth.

Eris hums onto your clit, caramel and whiskey eyes piercing into you, observing keenly as you squirm on his bed, legs parting for him. Pleasure hums at the back of his mind, but he simply grinds into the mattress, relieving some of the pressure. “What do you want, fawn?” He asks, delivering a soft, slow lick to your bundle of nerves.

You babble softly, a slew of moans and whines spilling from your lips as you struggle to articulate your needs. Feel him smile over your cunt, enjoying how you’re writhing from a few strokes of his tongue, male satisfaction making his cock twitch. “Whatever you want,” he reassures, still smiling. “Just say the words, fawn, and it’s yours.”

Whines drag from your lips, pleasure dumbing your mind. Struggle to think of an answer. “Fingers,” you mumble out, peeking your eyes open. “Please,” you request, breathlessly, “want your fingers.”

Eris presses a kiss to your clit, thighs squeezing his head gently, hips rolling up to his heavenly mouth. “Sure you can manage that?” He asks, carefully manoeuvring one leg over his shoulder, then the other. “Won’t be too much for you?”

Shake your head, slightly subdued in your motion responses. “I’ll be good,” you murmur, settling down into the pillows, one hand drifting to the plane of your stomach. Nod again as he shifts away, running his fingers lightly over your wet heat, dragging you a little closer to the edge of the bed now your thighs are hooked over his shoulders.

Eris laughs gently, getting his digits coated in your arousal as to make the initial slide in more comfortable. “You’ll be good?” He repeats, pads tenderly playing with your clit, causing you to whimper when he unexpectedly leans over your heat, saliva pooling on his tongue, allowing it to drip down, landing perfectly atop your bundle of nerves. Adding to the mess.

“Yes!” You cry out, bucking your hips, “yes…!”

Heat warms his fingertips, softening you further in preparation, slow oscillations being pressed lightly to the apex of your thighs—just his middle finger circling, keen eyes observing every hitch in your breath. Eagerly drinking in your pleasure. “How’re you feeling?” He murmurs, awaiting your moans as he trails his digits down to your entrance.

“Eris…” you whimper, swirling your hips upward with need. The feeling of the heated pad of his middle finger returns to your clit, and you release a breathy whine. Rosey lips lift into a smile, finally lowering his digits, watching how easily they sink into you, how they disappear from sight, suctioned into your soft heat.

“Look at how well you take me,” he murmurs, attention wholly on your cunt, pumping and curling his digits, stimulating the spots you like. “You’re doing so well.”

Spine arches, teeth prodding your lower lip with pride as you smile lazily, grinding against him. “More…” you mumble, lightly pinching your nipples, trailing your fingertips gently—teasingly—down your stomach, brushing your abdomen. “I’m not sure you can take any more, fawn,” he responds, hot breath fanning your cunt. “Don’t want you passing out again.”

Shake your head sleepily, still winding your hips. “I won’t… I’ll stay here…” He chuckles lowly. “You’ll stay there?” He repeats, at last lowering his mouth closer between your legs. “Yeah…” you moan, bucking into him. “So, please…?”

He sighs, fingers dragging softly against a delicious spot, rubbing when he sees how you respond. How you suction around him, as if trying to pull him deeper. “How could I resist?” He murmurs lowly, mouth latching over your clit—his own recipe for worship.

A long, breathy moan drags from your lips, legs lethargically crossing at his back, encouraging him deeper. Basking in the soft, wet flick of his tongue, oscillating over your clit, rubbing in soothing circles—gentle but tight. The moan-worthy curl of his fingers, like he’s beckoning you closer to the edge, one stumbling step at a time.

You whimper, fingers trailing over your abdomen, finally reaching the soft, silky waterfall of his hair, threading your digits through it. Stroke affectionately, feeling heat radiating from his powerful body, the sign of his own arousal. “Eris…” you breathe, part of you simply enjoying the taste of his name on your tongue. “You’re being so good to me…”

Nearly sob as he does something wicked with his mouth, how he moves it over your clit, fingers stimulating a spot simultaneously. “I’m being good to you?” He murmurs, caramel and whisky cutting to you, piercing through the billowing clouds of lust. “Then I suppose you’re heaven incarnate for me.”

Pleasure rolls over you at the softly spoken words, the heat of his skin sinking deep into your own as his fingers press a little further, finally up to his knuckles—carefully easing his way in; plying you apart. “Taking me so well,” he breathes, “you’re doing so good. Just stay there and let me take care of you.”

Head tips back into the pillows, one hand in his hair, the other palming your breast, thumbing at your nipple lightly. Long, elegant digits have you tightening around him, glistening, rosey lips suctioning over your clit, his tongue swirling and suckling until you can’t take it.

Ecstasy blossoms in your abdomen, crying out as you come on his tongue, having him work you through the high. Heat flutters around him, nails scraping, teeth tugging on your lower lip as breathy, lazy moans float up into his bedroom. His hips grind against the bed as he licks up your release, not wasting a single ounce of it.

“So pretty,” he murmurs between laps, fingers coaxing more from you, delicately prying orgasm after orgasm from your body, steadily guiding you through the motions of pleasure. “So lovely.”

Whimper his name over and over, all other words turned gooey and buttery, melting to unfamiliar shapes that your tongue can no longer form. Only his title rolling from your lips, while he works you gently through the heavenly intimate experience—his mouth like that of a god’s.

A master of your pleasure: infinitely skilled, and endlessly exquisite.

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[megumisgirl]

nerd!megumi x fem reader part three ↝ feeding you horny ppl because this is one of my most liked and requested one! hope you enjoy <3

nerd!megumi who always tutors you before every major exam. teaches you in a more effective method. "listen, y/n," he grabbed your attention, spinning you around in your chair so you'd face him, his hands on both sides of your handrest, trapping you, "let's play a game, shall we? everytime you get an answer right, i take a particle of my clothes off. and if you're wrong, you take them off."

a sly smirk would be plastered on his face by how hard you were trying to get all the answers correctly. by now, you were just in your panties and matching bralette, and he was in his sweatpants, frurstrating tears welled up in your eyes from not being able to remember the simple math formulas that were so easy for you before, but now you need help to learn.

nerd!megumi who cooes you, strokes your hair and calms you down as you cry about your math struggles. you hugs you tightly and doesn't let go till your breathing and heart rate is normal again. but it's difficult to slow down your heart rate when you're on his lap, his large long hands under your hoodie calming you down as he whispered the softest, nicest compliments into your ear.

"shh..shh...it's okay, it's okay. it's just a math problem," he laughed airly, as he hugged you tighter, "your too smart for it, butterfly. come on, clean yourself up," he said, leaning back to look at your red swollen face, and puffy nose, your lips glossy from drool and your eyes bloodshot, "then we can cuddle, watch star wars, and have ice cream, hmm?" you shot him a small smile as you wiped your face with the back of your hand. "you look so pretty when you cry..."

nerd!megumi who sends you nudes in the middle of your lecture.

Megs <3

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him shirtless, with wet hair, his glasses fogged up and he's only covered by the thin towel that hangs lowly on his waist, showing his v-cut. your eyes trailed down to his abs, water droplets coat him and you hope it was you.

You

I'm in class!! sent 11:10am

Megs <3

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this time the towel was gone. his pink tip was wet and his cock huge. one of his large hand covered his cock and you closed your eyes, feeling the heat grow between your thighs.

"ms. y/n, can you repeat anything i just said, or is your entire syllabus written on your phone?"

nerd!megumi who goes to the dean demand that your teacher stop being so unprofessional and rude towards you. megumi who asks you to step outside, and threatens the dean, "i'm your top student, aren't i?" he pushed his glasses up, the dean shifted nervously on his seat. megumi stayed quiet, waiting for his answer.

"yes."

"then you know if i say something out in the public, how deeply it would effect your college. teachers would get fired, i wonder if you will even stay. especially with your affair with the assistant teacher of mrs. passwater." he smirked, the dean's eyes widened as he opened his mouth but megumi put his finger up, shushing him, "who is fifteen years younger than you. keep mr. suguro's gaze out of y/n, and i will keep my mouth shut." megumi, who comes out of the dean's office with the most unreadable of expression, "wanna get waffles, butterfly?"

nerd!megumi who is so nervous when he's metting your parents. "do you think they will like me?" he sighed, "maybe i should've worn the suit. maybe the hoodie was bit too casual." he mumbled, fixing unknown creases from his hoodie as you held his hand. "i love you so much, you know that?" you smiled at him, kissing his temple as he blushed furiously, "i hope you love me like the way i love you." he sighed, his deep blue eyes growing a little sad as you kissed his cheek.

"i love you, too, megs. you don't have to doubt my love, be like anakin." he smirked, as you smiled cheekily. your parents definately hit it off with megumi. they ate every joke, every observational comments, and they, of course, loved the fact that he was so good at his studies... and that he was rich. "they love youuuuu!" you said happily, hugging him, "we should get married." his eyes widened as you gasped, "after we graduate. and have our careers on the ground."

"i'd marry you any day." he said, mumbling against your lips, "i love you."

"i know."

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3. first impression

"We're here, young master." The driver says, capturing Yn's attention that was up until now stolen by raindrops sliding over the car window, imagining they are in some sort of one on one race.

"Thanks. I'll see you at 3." Yn says as he gathers his things, gets out the car and unfolds his umbrella.

The rain isn't particularly heavy, but it's not your usual springtime shower either. The school's building lives up to it's reputation. The academy is well known for it's prestigous status, famous alumni and snobbish appearance. The architecture is old but well kept, the gardens and yard are neat and tidy.

Here goes nothing.

Other students run by him covering their heads with their bags as they try to get to the school as dry as possible. Yn wonders why most kids didn't bring an umbrella, but he supposes not everyone obsessively checks the radar like he does.

"Excuse me, are you Yn Ln?" Someone asks right at the entrance as Yn shakes the droplets off his umbrella. The boy is dressed in the schools uniform, face-wise about the same age as everyone else but taller than most.

"Yes, that's me." Yn confirms. The boy smiles and holds out his hand.

"I'm Lee Heeseung, the vice president." Yn takes his hand and shakes it. It's ice cold, but he decides not to comment. "Mr. school president asked to take you on a tour personally once he's done with his duties for the day. He should be finishing up by now, actually. I'll take you to him. Shall we?" Heeseung explains and points towards the staircase in a gentlemanly way.

"So uhm..." Yn starts, having no idea how to start a friendly conversation. "What's your favourite planet?"

Heeseung looks taken aback but doesn't question it.

"Venus, I guess." He answers a few beats later.

"That's a good one. Did you know Evening Star and Morning Star are both actually Venus? The acid clouds in its atmosphere make it very reflective and shiny so people think it's an actual star."

"Really? That's cool. What else should I know about my favourite planet?" Heeseung says and Ynn doesn't have to be told twice.

"A day on Venus is longer than a year. It takes 243 Earth days to rotate but 225 Earth days to orbit around the Sun. Also..."

"Sunghoon's gonna love you." Heeseung chuckles to himself, quiet enough to not interrupt Yn's Venus fact-spitting streak.

The rest of the way is spent by Yn's ramblings about Mars and Heeseung patiently listening.

"We're here." Heeseung announces, knocking twice on the door frame. The school president turns around to face the two, flashing Yn a friendly smile. Everything about his looks is unfairly perfect, as if he was chiseled by God himself. Yn doesn't know whether to feel insecure or stare in awe.

He makes his way towards them with long strides but stops midway, his lips curving into a frown and eyes turning dark red. What once was a welcoming expression is now contempt. Disgust.

Heeseung takes a step forward, shielding Yn with his tall frame.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you Sunghoon? Snap out if it right now." Heeseung warns. Sunghoon's eyes go back to normal, but the scowl stays as pushes past them and leaves the classroom.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No! No, you didn't do anything wrong. I don't know what's gotten into him today. I'll text Jungwon and he'll slap some into him." Heeseung reassures.

"I see." Yn says, feeling a little dejected. His only hope is that he'll be in a better mood next time they meet.

"Well, I guess that leaves the touring duty to me. Follow me."

They resume their little walk around the academy, but Yn can't help a glance in the direction Sunghoon went, the hateful gaze still lingering in his mind.

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just found you, i see a lot of pre and post family with the teefs. what about during? and directly after? how do they care for their partner during pregnancy? especially if its a diffcult one? and afterward when their partners body has changed and maybe they're less confident about the extra weight, softer body, the extra rolls and teh stretch marks that wont go away? how does each bachelor help or make it better ir suddenly realize that is even wrong to begin with? what if they accidentally something bring out that newly found weakness in their partners confidence? ( sorry if youre busy i know you got stuff to do- i just figured youre the person who could slam dunk these thoughts i had)

Have I... GOTTEN TO THE POINT WHERE I CAN JOIN THE TIEFLING HEAD CANON SQUAD???????

ADDED 4/26/24: This might be a rough list, but I hope you all enjoy!! ❤️

OKAY. I GOTTA ADD CAL. I'M ADDING CAL. THIS SWEET MAN IS A TIEFLING BACHELOR AND DOES NOT HAVE ENOUGH FAN CONTENT... YET.

And thank you for bearing with me--I know that this ask was sent in a hot minute ago! I'm hoping I answered all of your questions; I got to a point of this sitting in my drafts where I just felt bad about how long it had been there, so I tried to be thorough but I wanted to get this out sooner rather than later. I mostly worked on this when I had a few spare moments between chapters, and then I said "screw it. This is getting done. TODAY."

So, for Cal, Rolan, Zevlor, and Dammon--let's go!

DISCLAIMER - I do not have children myself, nor have I ever been pregnant. So I shall do my best!

JUST IN CASE - A CONTENT WARNING: While writing these head canons, I did refer to the tiefling's partner as "you." If reading about being pregnant makes you uncomfortable for any reason, please be aware and be kind to yourself. I have zero doubt in my mind that I will be creating another head canon list, so if you need to pass or wait on this one, that's absolutely okay. Your mental health is important.

Cal

While Cal's partner is pregnant, he will do absolutely anything and everything to make sure they are comfortable. To say that he is doting is putting things very mildly.

He will make your favorite meals, will go out and get whatever you are craving (late night runs--not a problem), will rub your swollen ankles.

Too hot? He's asking Rolan for a cantrip scroll to fix it. Too cold? He's already piling you with blankets.

Are you feeling sick and nauseous? He's already prepping something for you to eat/drink that doesn't have an offensive smell.

And if it's a hard pregnancy? I don't see him leaving your side. If he does, he has Rolan create a sending stone set for the two of you so that you can reach out to him for anything and everything.

Honestly, he doesn't get far enough for him to even use the sending stones. He is looking for anything and everything to make the pregnancy easier on you. If he wasn't a light sleeper before, he is now because he doesn't want you to lay there in pain.

There may be points where he feels helpless because while he can do things to try and alleviate any physical discomfort, there are just times when he might just grasp at straws.

And, in situations where he can't alleviate your physical discomfort, he will do what he can to distract you.

He keeps his stress managed well enough, but that doesn't mean he won't snap at Lia or Rolan if he is too anxious. If he does get openly frustrated with them, it takes both off guard.

I also think he just holds you. A lot. Part of that is to comfort you, and the other part is to assure himself that everything will be okay.

If his partner is dealing with body image issues after giving birth, I see him being confused. You? The most enchanting person he has ever known?

Cut to him kissing you and holding you whenever possible. He'll ask Lia and Rolan to watch the baby whilst the two of you go on outings when your health permits. If it helps you to hear it, he'll remind you how lovely you are. Frequently. Hourly. Every five minutes? Not quite, but close enough.

Personally, I don't think his doting goes away after the pregnancy. And, if it is too much, it might make you feel like he views you as helpless.

If you give voice to this, he goes into immediate mediation mode. He will be extremely apologetic. He loves you and never wants you to think he perceives you as anything other than the phenomenal person you are.

Rolan

Ugh. My beloved.

He might be more stressed about having a child than you are.

He never anticipated being a father, and that might be for 15+ reasons, but he feels drastically unprepared (even if the pregnancy was planned).

He reads every. Single. Book. On pregnancy. He is the parent who gives himself nightmares when he reads about birthing complications.

Every sign of discomfort that you show is a catastrophe on the horizon.

And if it's a difficult pregnancy? Yeah. Dial that up by five notches.

He is preparing for all worst-case scenarios.

If it weren't for Cal and Lia keeping him in check, he would be safety-proofing everything in the tower.

He crafts sending stones so you can call for him if you need anything. ANYTHING.

But also, he starts shadowing midwives and asking lots of questions. If the worst were to happen and you couldn't reach a professional, he wants to be there to help you.

After giving birth, I see him splitting his anxiety between your health/recovery and the baby's overall well-being.

"The baby sneezed. That might indicate five different lethal illnesses. I'm fetching the cleric."

This is another situation where you, Cal, and Lia might have to remind him that, yes, babies do sometimes sneeze, and not everything that lands in the diaper spells doom.

Rolan might not initially understand why you're feeling self-conscious about any weight gain. Of course you're lovely. Also, isn't that what happens with pregnancies? (His words--not mine).

He assures you that you're lovely, but words might not be enough here. He might shove his foot in his mouth while trying to make the situation better.

But the best thing for him to do is remind you, repeatedly, that you are lovely. And that might not have been something he was accustomed to even saying to you prior to you conceiving. He would assume you knew that he was attracted to you.

It honestly might be the strangest (and most endearing) thing to have him say "You look very lovely today. Yes, even with the baby's spit up on your shirt."

Zevlor

*nervously staring at the tiefling I am the most unsure about writing.*

*cracks my knuckles and cries because it hurt like hell*

Zevlor has been through some of the most heinous things that can be thrown at someone. He is a seasoned soldier. A Hellrider. Surely he can help his partner through pregnancy. After all, there were plenty of soldiers in the barracks who has pregnant spouses. He's heard enough stories that he feels prepared.

He survived the Elturel's Descent. It's possible that he helped safeguard someone who was in the middle of giving birth or guided expecting parents to safety. Maybe he had to fight off the devil's skulking the streets if they caught wind/heard that person enduring birthing pains?

So maybe, he thinks, he has already seen some of the worst births ever. Maybe, he thinks, in this time of relative peace, in this home that he and his love have created, it'll be easier?

My personal headcanon for Zevlor is that he put EVERYTHING into being a Hellrider/paladin. It was his life. It was his every breathing moment. And when he became an oathbreaker, it destroyed him. His life was devoted to protecting others, and he feels that he failed in the worst of ways possible.

He certainly had friends and very possibly family that he would see on occasion, but I think that, if you didn't fight alongside him/live in the barracks too, you very likely didn't see much of him.

So maybe he has heard a great deal about pregnancies. And maybe he knows about the complicated ones--just a bit. But he himself is at a loss for when his partner tells him that they are pregnant.

Is he excited? Absolutely. Is he terrified. Oh yeah.

Regardless of how complicated the pregnancy is, he is nervous. He is worried that he will slip up in all the ways that matter, and he is terrified of letting you down.

He's a soldier though, and he prepares for everything.

He has additional blankets and pillows next to the bed.

Hot and cold compresses are ready to go.

He makes sure that he accounts for your cravings whenever shopping.

He has medicine for when the pain is severe. And when the medicine doesn't cut it, he tries his best to distract you--his mileage varies.

And this man adores you. So after the pregnancy, if you are feeling self-conscious, he will worship your body.

Dammon

I could see Cal and Dammon both being very doting, but Dammon would be juggling the forge and helping you.

If you spent a lot of time in the forge with him prior to pregnancy but find that being in there now makes you feel ill, he will absolutely feel lonelier. He is definitely the sort of person who gets very absorbed in his work, and I think this makes him feel guilty. Especially if he feels like him being there could have made things easier for you.

He becomes a meal prep king. Will cook several comfort meals for you to eat while he is working.

Massages swollen ankles and feet and anything else.

While he might have worked later hours in the forge before, he makes a point to wrap things up sooner to spend evenings with you.

That doesn't mean he isn't nervous--you're about to have a child, and he does worry if there will be enough money.

He worries that if he does slow down, commissions will dry up, and then where will that leave the three of you?

If the pregnancy is difficult, he feels guilty for leaving you alone and looks for hundreds of ways to make things easier.

Eventually, he creates a small sitting space for you near the doorway to the shop itself. It's not so close to the forge that you'll be uncomfortably hot or so close that the smell will make you sick, and he sets up a small tarp to create some shade.

If you helped Dammon in the forge before the pregnancy, he is likely hesitant to have you come back and immediately help. Especially if the birth was difficult.

But what you need, more than anything from him, is time

And Dammon wants to be a parent who is present in your life and the baby's, so he does everything to be there.

But money is still a stressor. And he might worry about you being in the forge again. So he's stressed on all fronts.

And while I don't see him commenting or changing how he treats his partner because of weight change, I do see him being VERY reluctant to have you work in the forge with him.

And this may lead to an argument. You know he is stressed about commissions and being there for you and the baby, but you still want to help.

So Dammon dials it back several notches and agrees that you know your body best. So long as you feel comfortable working in the forge, and so long as you listen to your body, the two of you can start it from there.

And it gets easier to balance the forge and child rearing. While the baby isn't allowed close to the open heat/flame until they fully understand why they must be careful (and until their lungs are developed), you and Dammon create a small swing/play area nearby.

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Fox and the Hound

Sum-Joffrey wants to send a message to your family after your brother embarrasses him, so he marries you off to his most unwanted man in his court, the hound. But will this marriage truly be a statement for an eyesore, or will it grow into something more. 

Cw for chapter- pregnancy, 18+ words and themes overall, Child Birth, Description of childbirth, Angst. Gender reveal!!!

// A/N: just wanted to apologize for the broken links at the beginning of the book since i changed my username they haven’t been working but i assure you I’ll get to fixing them. I will also end up making a goggle docs with the entire book for downloading when this series ends//

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CHAPTER 21

Winter fell as cold as it maybe in the middle of winter, is not nearly as cold as castle black, being on the absolute edge of the frozen waste land. You do not have to layer as much and once in a while a spot of sun peaks in from the frozen clouds. 

Although there is far less to do now with a full staff you still find a way to enjoy yourself. Playing little games with Sansa, or reading books from the library. You even enjoy watching joss spire with podrick as they’ve spent more time together, though you’ve been avoiding his lady Brienne of Tarth. 

You do so now as you watch the two of them spire with wooden swords as they laugh.

”your grace. It is an honor to speak to you once more now so at such a high standing.” A familiar graining voice hits your ears as lord petyr Baelish, little finger walks up beside you. 

“Lord Baelish..” you say he nods a bit before opening his mouth and speaking once again. 

“I want to personally apologize for the loss of your husband, Ser clegane. you are far too young and beautiful to be subject to widowing status.” He says. 

”you flatter me.” You say dully. Not really interested in what he has to say. 

“I try my best as i-“ 

“What do you want lord Baelish.” You interrupt him. 

“Nothing your grace, except for your happiness and safety.” He answers. 

“Mm I am safe. i'm surrounded by family and friends and I have joss and the other guards to protect me.” You speak.

“What about happy?” Baelish asks you turning his entire body to watch your facial expression drops. 

“Why arnt you happy? What do you want that you dont already ha-“ before he can continue his words you cut him off Turing your head to look his straight in the eyes. A sort of anger burning within. 

“My husband.” You speak plainly starring daggers into his soul. Heavy footstep sound through the frozen boards of the deck behind you interrupt the conversation. 

Baelish looks up slightly knowing its Breanne as she's the only as tall as where his gaze lands to be. Lord Bealish opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he gets the chance. 

“No need to grab the last word my lord…i will assume it is something clever..” you say turing your focus back to the landscape. 

He huffs before speaking. 

“My lady…your Grace.” He says and turns before taking his leave away from 

you. 

“Your Grace-“ Brienne begins. 

“I dont wish to speak to you.” You say as you turn walking down the platform

“Your Grace please, if you’d just allow me to apologize!.” She calls out to you following you. 

“What part about i do not wish to speak to you do you not understand?! I do not want to speak to you? Should i say it plainly for you to understand, shall i have to shout it out to you?!” You bark at her angrily. She drops, kneeling beneath you. 

“Your Grace please. I am deeply sorry that the fate of your husband was met by my hands. If i had known-“ 

“If you had known that it was my husband would you have ceased your actions? Or would you continue to ‘protect’ the stark girls. From any a threat?” You huff out.

 She dosnt speak just keeps her head low. Your anger is pushed aside by a painful flare as your hand places itself on your belly. 

“I know there might never be a state of pardon for my actions tword your family but i rest assure you i will do anything and everything in my power you try and make up for the loss.” She says you place your hand on her shoulder not as a console but to keep yourself steady as another pain passes through you rendering your knees to almost buckle. 

“Your grace..?” Brienne looks up at you seeing you in pain. 

She stands and takes hold of you to help steady yourself. You gather up your skirt slightly to see blood and liquid.

“Fuck..the babe is coming.” You say looking up to her.

”w-what? Are you quite certain?!” She asks worriedly. Another uncomfortable pain pulls through your body as it nearly takes you out. 

”JOSS! JOSS!” Brienne yells he looks up and drops everything running as fas as he can up the steps to you both. 

“The babe is arriving get the midwife and maester NOW!” Brienne yells at him. 

“Ive got you your grace. Can you take steps?” She asks you nod taking a few steps before the pain buckles under you. 

“Its alright.” Brienne says before carefully lifting you up into her arms hurriedly but carefully carrying you to your chambers when your ladies in waiting arrange everything as best as they can. 

”my lady.” You hear joss's voice as the master and the midwife rush in. 

“GET HIM OUT!” You yell 

“come along joss.” Brienne says. 

“NO! Him!” You yell about the maester not wanting to be examined or touched by a man, maester or otherwise. 

“Your grace i do not think-“ the master is interrupted by another groan of pains from you before Brienne shoves his out of the room. your ladies help out of your restricting dress leaving you in your under dress. 

“Your grace you need to lay down so i may examine you.” The midwife speaks. You let out a shaky breath as you take to the bed and lay back. Brienne closes the door and her and joss stand on either side of it watching outwards. 

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Your groans and screams of pain can be heard through almost every part of the castle, leaving everyone to stop in their business and wait in hopes for a baby's cry. 

You hold onto Lucy’s hand and the side post of the bed as you endure the worst physical pain. She tells you words of encouragement, but you know something is wrong as tears pour down your cheeks. 

“no… NO NO!” You scream.

“It’s alright your grace.” Lucy says pleading with you.

“n-no no.. something’s w-wrong.” You panicing, shaking.

“he should be out by now…something….s-someth-AHH!” You scream the pain overwhelming you.

You let go of her hand as you pull away and move to stand up. 

“Y/n?!” She protests. 

“let me up!” You say to your midwife. 

“Your grace you need stay.” she says. 

“UP!” You yell they nod and help you up the only thing covering your nude body is the blood stained cotton sheet wrapped around you. Yet even that falls to floor as you hobble to the edge of the room lucy following close behind waiting for any moment.

“Your grace you need to push!” One midwife says you lean forward against a table holding your self up looking down as blood drips onto the stone flooring. The weight of your self fall in as you drop to you knees.

“NO NO PLEASE!” You scream at your unborn child 

You scream as the pain surged through your body. You hand grips side of the chair so tightly your knuckles turn white and and the skin peels back on your palm. You scream murder into the air as your lungs burn. 

Your arms and legs shake leaving your muscles to ache. Sweat pours through your skin. Your vision is blurred, stained with teary eyes shut tight. Your hands and legs bloodied the fear you’ll die during this. A rush of the last bit of pain follow through your body. As you look down between your legs seeing a baby, purplish pink and pale only slightly misshapen from the effects of birth. 

Your midwife runs to you checking on you briefly before taking a hold of the baby and taking a towel to it before tying off the cord. Your worry fills your heart as you were told a healthy baby is supposed to cry. But just as your worry was placed it fades with the loud and hearty cry of your child. 

you sigh in relief as you sucsesfully gave birth but a soreness washes over over as the other women help you up and back to the bed to help ease the after birth. As your child is placed in your arms. 

“Its a boy your grace, you have a son.”

You cant help but begin to sob as he rests in a towel and blanket in your arms. You shakily breath trying to catch your breath from crying and the after birth pains. But they soon go away as your focus on your sons face is so perfectly combined of yours and sandors. He has his fathers hair color, but for now he looks like a chubby little new born baby, early, tiny but healthy. You can hear slight cheering outside your door from those celebrating the new prince's arrival. 

“May i get him cleaned up your grace?” Your midwife asks. You nod, handing him back to her carefully as she takes his aside in the room to begin cleaning him up a bit. 

“Well done.” Lucy says giving you a hug you hug her back. She helps you up a bit so they can help clean you off change the bed sheets and change out of wear putting you in something comfortable before making sure any residual bleeding will be taken care of. 

You rest in bed as the wife gives him back to you now all cleaned in the tiny nightclothes and a blanket. Fore the first time out side of his safe place in your womb, he has his first meal as he latches onto your breast with ease. 

Once hes done and you’ve rested you allow them all to vist first Sansa runs into your room and is in absolute awe of him his little hand gripping her finger. 

“Y/n he’s precious.” She says you smile proudly at what you and sandor created. 

“Hes going to grow into a strong man just like his father your grace.” The midwife says smiling. You nod a bit sad. 

“If only he were here.” You say. Sansa gives you a reassuring smile. 

“Lucy? Will you let joss in please?” You ask she nods and goes to the door opening it as joss enters. 

“Your grace.” Joss says giving you a smile. 

“Come here, come meet the little prince.” You say he smiles and hurries over to you leaving over as you show him your son. He smiles at the baby. 

“Hes got the lord cleganes hair.” He chuckles making you laugh and nod. 

“Would you like to hold him?” You ask. He looks worried at first but you place him into his arms and he holds him perfectly. 

“Oh. Have you thought up any name?” Sansa asks. 

“I did. I was thinking maybe i should name his after his father carryon the sandor clegane second of his name…” you trail off. 

“Perfect name your grace.” Joss says as he admires the little human in his arms. 

“Indeed…but then I remembered someone whose name I would love more for my son to have than his fathers…Joss.” You say. 

“Hmm?” Joss asks, humming as hes still glued to the baby. Sansa giggles as he hasn’t figured it out.  He looks to you confused for a split second before you nod to your son. His eyes begin to well up in with tears. 

“Wh-what?” He asks. 

You smile at him nodding. 

“Joss Dortain clegane.” You speak your brothers name as your sons middle. 

“Your gr- y/n. Im so honored.”he says you smile to him opening your arms and giving him a hug your son still in his arms. 

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You need to go on this spam journey with me.

I will never open spam mail. Ever. But GODS I love peeking into my spam box sometimes and just reading the headers. TONS of fake paypal invoices, randos telling me about penis enlargement supplements and watches. My College sold my email which is fucking wild but that's why I have so much now and it's fun to take a peek and laugh at the silliness of the headers alone. My new favourite is tracking the ever fake and weird "life" of one totally real and not an automated bot Pace Kross, the everyperson with the email of jmackcross29 that have been dropping in my spam box since June.

"Pace Kross" is so busy in my spam box you guys. It begins on June 23rd, so simple..... (Read this in the most soap opera voice you can)

They're trying to link me totally not suspicious New York Times pet care articles. How lovely! They follow up with one of these:

A true person of culture: pets and traveling. And this of course is followed by a no subject email....

I am not interested, Pace Kross, you must step up your game. I shan't be swayed by your little games.

But then it gets intimate!

(don't be fooled it was not sent on June 17th, Pace Kross is a bit of a fibber)

They have photos they want to give me to send their love! Aww~! How very sweet! But then! Pace Kross's life takes a TURN!

Suddenly they want me to call because it's an "emergent"!! One that their physical health problems are causing them to be unable to do anything about!! TRAGIC!

I will never answer you Pace Kross.... what will you do?

Turns out I don't have to! And neither does whoever Kelsey is! My sister? My lover? My mother? Either way, crisis averted! And then we get more lore on my new relationship with this mysterious Pace Kross......

What am I celebrating 10 years of? New Development! I simply must know! am I engaged to this Kelsey? Am I married? IS it the anniversary of my birth? When I got my first car? What will their next email be?

July 1st- of course it's time to talk about fireworks. I now have new information! I must live on the East River! I learn new things about myself every day, thank you Pace Kross.

We are presented next with what must surely be photos of 4th of July. But who is Mack Danger? Is he with me? Is he my beloved? Is it our anniversary? The intrigue! Why is Pace Kross sending me these photos for Mack Danger's eyes and Mack Danger's eyes alone???

I will receive no answer, for I shan't open them.

July 5th, it is Christmas in July, of course, how could I forget. The plot unfolds- I have spent time with Pace Kross. I surely must know Pace Kross intimately to have such moments as reflecting on commercials that remind us of one another. Do not fret dear Pace Kross, I shall always be reminded of you whenever I see a commercial that establishes very little and leaves me questioning the product <3

But things take yet another turn.....

One must never argue politics, Pace Kross, you do not know what will be coming after all, immediately following your email.....

Is one from who I can only assume is your angry spouse! Alas, it too goes unanswered.

What follows are more emails for Mack Danger's eyes only. Impeccable curiosity spiking here... but I respect the privacy of anyone named Mack Danger.

Mack Danger must surely be a spy, after all, to merit such secrecy, and Pace Kross must be his informant. It only makes sense. It even says "top secret". The machinations unfold.....

And now the day arrives....

July 8th: It is my 10 year anniversary and I finally have context as to why Pace Kross was so upset they could not attend..... I am their beloved daughter! SHOCKING REVELATIONS ALL AROUND! A reel for my big day follows, of course.

Reminiscing got to them because they follow the big day with this:

I can only imagine this is Mack Danger they are speaking of in Philadelphia, followed by the pain they feel in missing me.

It leaves only more questions.

Was I put up for adoption at a young age? Dear me, what could have separated us?

July 16th: Mack Danger is now in Togo..... perhaps he knows why we are estranged. Was I kidnapped? Is there a ransom spam bot wanting you to pay to free me, Pace Kross? It's me I am here, your totally real and not fabricated estranged daughter and whoever Kelsey is... is likely here with me. Was that the emergent? Is Mack Danger on the case? Is that why I needn't have called any more?

July 20th, the last thing Pace Kross has sent to me. It holds no information, just an attachment I can only guess at. *stares into the middle distance*

I can only assume that whatever government had all those secrets has gotten to Pace Kross. I hope their dear angry spouse, Joan Kross, who is also probably from jmackross29@gmail, does not miss them too much.

[anotherbloodiedbonesaw]

About Mich;

Hallo! Emm.. decided to make zhis for MEDICAL PURPOSES! Eh, you could say so, at least. I am intrigued by zhe nature of zhis app.. so I shall give it a try! Zhe thought of being asked questions, both professional and unprofessional, if you vill, seems a fun way to pass zhe time. In spare time, when zhere are no patients or bodies to dissect, send something! Zhis looks fun! HAHA!

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(OOC) Hello! I'm Archi, and I run this ask blog. I made this purely for fun, and seeing so many of these ask blogs pop up on my feed lately have definitely given me some inspiration. The tag #ooc will be used whenever I have something to say on a post or such, you get it. I hope you guys have fun with this, and I apologize if things seem out of character at points, I'll try my best. Also, this will include headcanons. Probably a lot of them. However, I will try my best not to stray too far from canon.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 21 - Attack

@jegulus-microfic February 21 Word count 962

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Regulus returned to the library to finish his book. It was gruesome, but he couldn’t leave it half-finished. He flipped the page to the next chapter and paused. Horcrux. The title read. He remembered seeing something mentioned about them before. They were a particular branch of dark magic that split the soul if the wizard committed a murder, allowing the killer to place a shard of their soul into an object. 

There wasn’t much on them in this text, so he spent the next few days pouring through multiple tombs, checking references and extracts. 

Finally, he found what he was searching for. The page lay open before him, the only illustration he’d ever seen depicting a wizard who had split his soul. The wizard’s skin had an odd, lifeless quality to it. His eyes glinted red, and his hairline had clearly receded. This was it. This was what he’d been missing.

He felt heat radiate from his pocket. He pulled himself away to answer James’s call. He flicked the mirror open and revealed James’s stressed face. 

“There’s been an attack.” James started speaking immediately. He didn’t even say hello. "It’s Sirius. He’s in a bad way. They took Remus.” Regulus felt the air bleed out of him as he struggled to control his emotions. “He’s going to be fine.” James carried on. “He hasn’t let Remus out of his sight, sticking close to him. We warned him he’d get hurt, but he’s stubborn.”

“Can I see him?” Regulus’s cracked voice whispered. James’s eyes filled with pity. 

“I don’t think they’ll allow that, love. He’s in a safe house. They won’t even let me go without prior consent.”

The wards around Grimmauld Place reacted to someone trying to get in. He could feel the magic tugging at him. 

“I have to go, James. Someones here. Tell—tell Sirius—tell him I’m sorry.” 

“I will. Stay safe, Reg.” Regulus quickly shut the mirror and stuffed it into the secret pocket in his robes.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to see Evan and Barty standing there. 

“Fucking finally!” Barty grumbled. “I’m freezing my bollocks off here!” Regulus didn’t respond just let the door swing open more and stepped back to allow them to enter. He didn’t say anything until they were securely in the house.

“Why are you here?” He asked, his eyes narrowing. 

“Aww, aren’t you happy to see us? Evan, I don’t think he loves us any more, now that pretty boy’s back in his life.” Regulus turned his attention to Evan and raised an eyebrow. 

“We’ve come to drop off the new information we’ve collected. We thought it would be better in person rather than sending it via owl.” Regulus nodded.

“Yes, you’re right. Voldemort placed charms around the house, preventing owls and patronuses from entering. I doubt he’s removed them. It’s definitely safer to be here in person. Shall we go up to the library?

He listened to them relay the information they’d gathered. He wrote everything down in the notebook. Once they were done, he spelled it so the writing disappeared.

Evan and Barty settled in. They’d have to be here for a few hours to avoid suspicion. Regulus had a question that had been niggling at the back of his mind since the last time he’d seen them. 

“So,” He started, “Lily Evans?” He didn’t need to say more. Evan and Barty had gone pale and glanced uneasily at each other. 

“What about her?” Evan cleared his throat nervously.

“I saw her sneaking into Pandora’s room as I left the other night. How long has that been going on?”

“Erm,” Evan looked at Barty again as they silently decided how much to tell him. “Since school. They had to keep it secret for obvious reasons.” Regulus nodded. He was well aware of the implications of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor dating with the way things had been and still were. He left it at that. Perhaps he’d ask more from Pandora the next time he saw her.

He pulled his book towards him and turned it towards Evan and Barty. 

“I’ve been glancing through a few of the texts in here over the last week. I found something interesting. Please have a look at this and tell me what you think. Does it remind you of anyone?       

Barty and Evan peered at the yellowed pages and the faded illustration. 

“Yeah, looks like ole mouldy Voldy. Barty cackled, looking at Regulus for his reaction.  

“That’s actually pretty accurate.” Regulus laughed under his breath. “These are the effects on the body after creating three Horcruxes.” 

“Shit, you don’t think?” Evan gasped. Barty was uncharacteristically quiet and paler than usual once the information sunk in. 

“So—So you’re saying that if he has created Horcruxes. Then he’s made more than three? That’s a lot, right? I mean, he looks insane. It’s way more than three.” Barty was tapping his fingers against his jiggling leg. Regulus nodded. 

“I think we found the missing piece as to why he’s so far been unstoppable. He is by all rights immortal.”

“So, what do we do about it? Pretend we never started helping the Order and just slink back into the fold?” The fear was evident in Barty’s whole demeanour. Evan put a reassuring hand on his shoulder as he quietly looked to Regulus for his answer. 

“No, we continue listening and gathering information. If he’s created Horcruxes, he has to be hiding them somewhere. Someone must know where they are and what they are.” He straightened his back more than it already was, his resolve firmly in place. “We will be careful, act as we normally do. Carry out orders as we usually would, and at the same time, we start searching.”   

Next part

[cvlutos]

OUR FAIRYTALE ENDING

✡︎ May.09.2023 | 2.3K| Commissioned by @starstruckcaptain

✡︎ Yandere! Kalim A. | Fem!Reader

✡︎ Yandere | Angst | Kidnapping | Stalking | Obsession | Lovesick | Different POVs | Timeskips | Noncon | Smut | Blood | Manipulation | Etc | Proceed with Caution, My Love.

✡︎ Synopsis: It started with a simple fairy tale, the devolved into a obbesassion, the became an illness. One that has no true cure.

| One | Two | Three | Four | Five |

“A true love kiss that seals is binding. Ties to lovers together. No matter the odds.”

— Childhood Fairy Tale

The thick pages of the large hard-covered book are heavy in his small hands, placed heavily in his lap, as his wide garnet red eyes dart quickly across the old, yellowed pages, reading the old fading ink. He hears the gentle rustling of wind that dances through wooden wind chimes, creating gentle clattering as he focuses on the pages. Lips a gap in utter awe with the old fairy tale.

The young heir is tucked away in a dimly lit corner of the ancient library, sitting crisscross beneath a dust-covered wooden desk, using a long wax candle, placed upon a golden hand-held candlestick, using the gentle orange flame to light the small corner of where he sat and give him the ability to see. Still dressed in his silk pajamas and barefoot as he sits upon the plush velvet cushion, one that he dragged from his bedroom with the help of his faithful servant and closest friend, Jamil Viper, who has currently disappeared somewhere in the library, though Kalim, knows he’s always near.

He always is.

Yet that isn't what the young heir cares for, not at this moment. He wants to fall in love like the prince in his story does. Who is so kind and sweet, who gives to the poor, who sees the good in everyone. The prince in his tale showers his love in gold and jewels, and dances within sunlit days and cool moonlit nights away. Who holds them close and seals their love with a kiss. Yes, this is what he desires more than anything.

To get married to his own love. To his princess.

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“Shall I have you for all my own! Yes, I shall slay dragons, fight demons, and save you for all you are! Because I love you! And what is stronger than love?"

— Childhood Fairy Tale

“Do you think soulmates exist?”

Kalim walks along the towered wall, arms outstretched as he balances, placing one foot in front of the other, with Jamil by his side, holding the young heir’s belongings as they walk around the large vibrant courtyard, wasting time before Kalim's next school lesson, which is history. One of Kalim's least favorite, since the tutor is quite rude.

The large grassy courtyard is filled with unique plants--ranging from distant flowers, that fill the air with a rich fragrant aroma, and lush green bushes that hid colorful berries, to elegant and giving fruit trees, that Kalim occasionally takes from, filling his stomach with fresh oranges and plums.

“I don't see why they don't exist.” Jamil’s answer is simple, honest—like he hadn't bothered to think about it more than a mere moment, allowing Kalim to indulge in his fantasies, while he focused on making sure Kalim didn't topple off the stone wall and hurt himself. Which he knows Kalim wouldn't care about, wanting to immediately visit the palace doctor, desiring to be spoiled and given a handful of sweet candy for listening so well. Obviously trying to avoid the stern history tutor. While Jamil knows the doctor will send him to be scolded by his parents for being so careless about the young successor's health.

Which is something Jamil would rather avoid.

Charcoal grey eyes occasionally glance over, watching the heir’s feet skip and balance on the wall, occasionally wobbling, which nearly gave the young retainer a heart attack.

“I wonder where my soulmate is! She just has to be thinking about me!”

Not paying attention to Jamil's clear nervousness and annoyance with constantly having to divide his attention, Kalim continues hopping and bounding along the old wall carelessly. White hair shifting in the mild breeze as the loose clothing he wore sways and is pulled by the wind. Earning a delighted laugh from the young successor follows the wind’s pull, carelessly falling off the wall in one fluid motion. Jamil’s face pales as he rushes to the other side, jumping over the fence, still carrying the heavy school bag. Watching Kalim lay on his back, unphased as he lands in plush grass. Staring up at the bright blue sky, arms spread out gaily.

“And when we met Jamil! I'll give her the sweetest kiss! Then we’ll get married!”

Jamil bites his tongue and merely nods in return, gently placing the bag on the ground, taking the moment to sit in the shade of the stone wall, listening to Kalim laugh away. Letting the young heir to the Asim Family have his daydreams. Cause eventually, he will be saddled with reality, a harsh reality.

Even Kalim Al-Asim is not untouchable to the world of arranged marriages.

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“Even in your faults of delusion. I shall cherish you—clear your mind of horrors and love you eternally.”

— Childhood Fairy Tale

The pen scratches along the paper, held by a shaky hand that moves across the page, quickly and frantically. Barely aware of what he writes, but knowing he has to write down what he remembers of his dream. A dream so vivid that it seemed real—that it was real. His milky white hair was in complete disarray, with drool decorating the side of his lips, and sweat coating his skin. The cool desert air does little to cool him, as the windows remain open, giving a clear view of the bright full moon that barely illuminates his pages. He can barely see, barely make out the words he writes messily, still in a half-sleep daze, but he needs to remember.

It’s late in the night, and he's awake before either Jamil or any of the other numerous servants checked on him, eager to serve every whim and need. While only the two guards were stationed outside his door possibly awake, but quite unaware of the quiet rambles of the heir, who drew a messy portrait of the woman in his dream. He sits upon the plushness of his bed, with a leather-bound journal in his lap, filled with other dreams of this same woman and stories that were written poorly but stories he adores that speak of you and him.

You have filled his life unlike any other.

Kalim dreamed of a pretty woman with pretty eyes. A woman that loved him, that desired him, heart and soul. That threw herself into his arms and held him so desperately. Cupping his face and whispering over and over and over how much she loved him. How she'd wait forever and ever and ever for him. Those dreams would matter less once they met.

The brain is a cruel thing.

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“If you do not love me, then I accept that your feelings are your own. But I cannot deny mine, my pure feelings of want! I will love you. Forever.”

— Childhood Fairy Tale

There’s slight worry in his ways, a slight obsession that fills Kalim, as he turns woman after woman away, only holding eyes for one and giving no other a chance. Holding out for the woman he loves and loves him in return.

Still, kindness is etched into his being, rejecting each in utter honesty, speaking of why he cannot love them. Each woman leaves with nothing but understanding, that leaves with the feeling of rejection... Dull.

Leaves each to hope and to find love in one who's as devoted as he, as Kalim speaks of nothing but his true love. As his presence alone emits such devotion and passion with great fervor that you would think that his love was real.

That all he speaks was truth. That this mysterious woman was real—and she is. To him.

Jamil is the only one aware of the truth, the only one aware that Kalim lives within his own lies—within his own delusions.

Yet he keeps such thoughts to himself.

Allowing the young heir to ramble on and on, to speak endlessly about his beautiful, enchanting lover, to show sketch after sketch and mourn that he could never recreate her beauty, but once he found her, he would know immediately. Jamil says nothing, merely sits, and watches Kalim flip through his journal, page after page filled with nothing but her, her, her.

A Her without a name.

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Night Raven College does nothing to curve his growing obsession. To stomp out this flame that burns and festers within his chest.

"I had another dream."

Jamil tries to keep his placated look, only sharing a brief look behind him, watching garnet eyes look utterly lovesick. Remembering not of his outbursts that follow after he awakes from his dreams—dreams that have Kalim waking up screaming—sobbing his eyes out in pain as if he was being stabbed and ripped apart. Screams that frighten the other dormmates, as their housewarden wakes up covered in sweat, tossing off his blankets and pillows in mass hysteria. While others desperately call and usher Jamil into the room. Who forces the others out as he holds Kalim onto the large bed, forcing his body to go limp from exhaustion. Sobs turning into faint mumbles, silently wailing about how badly he needs them, how he could die from the simple pain of being far from them, and how fate keeps them apart.

"It hurts," he cries, it hurts that he can't be with his love. Eyes fluttering close. After so many years, it's so painful to dream. Nights that force Jamil to remain by his side, forced to console his "friend" who doesn't want kind words but merely wants her.

And in the mornings, it is no better.

With Jamil ushered his heir awake, gently shaking his shoulders, waiting for Kalim to open his eyes—to open his eyes to the waking world. Only for him to throw tantrums, sobbing and begging for Jamil to let him go back. To let him her. "Please, let me see her. Please", Kalim sobs, body limp as Jamil practically drags him from bed.

Kalim wants to spend his days in his fantasy only.

His retainer does well to avoid the topics of love and dreaming, doing well to keep Kalim, for the most occupied with anything else. Leaving no time for Kalim to think about her--you--for a moment.

Yet sometimes this obsession seeps through the cracks. Slipping past the several walls Jamil has built to keep him sane.

Kalim's voice is a whisper amongst the sea of people, walking side by side with Jamil, who carries his and the heir's bag with a tepid look, more focused on navigating through the many students and not be late to their next class. Wanting Kalim to do anything but speak about you.

Kalim doesn't notice his friend's disinterest, used to Jamil's silent air, and far too deep in his mind, far too in love with the idea he has built.

He continues talking.

“But this time it wasn't in the courtyard, but the school gardens.” There’s an optimistic tone in his voice, one that makes Jamil sick. He says nothing, as Kalim walks with a certain breeze in his step as he moves, unconcerned by the weird glances he got as the two glid through the crowd, a delighted smile upon his face. Jamil gives a short hum, letting Kalim know he was somewhat listening, which Kalim believed was highly important. Jamil had to listen, and he had to absolutely like his lover, and care for her as his retainer cares for him.

Which is something Jamil has heard numerous times, from long-time friends to distant guests he was sure that Kalim would never see again. And under any other circumstances, Jamil would give a blunt ‘Absolutely. A friend of yours is a dear friend of mine’, with a deep bow, while easily lying through his teeth with a faux sweet tone, something that Kalim would believe without any worry.

Yet this time, Kalim was serious.

Garnet eyes were unmoving, and lips pressed together, sitting more poised like a ruler--like a king that deserved respect. Kalim was not asking, nor making a random comment nor gesture of goodwill. He was demanding that Jamil swear it--swear upon his oath that he made to Kalim since the day he was born. To vow that he would care for his love.

Forcing Jamil to not see him as an overly innocent man who was hopelessly in love, but as the next heir of the Al-Asim Family who had found his future bride. He, whose word is absolute. And Jamil did, pressing his forehead to the cold marble ground, swearing upon his life to care for her. And after a moment, Kalim was satisfied, returning back to his carefree self a moment later.

“Jamil… She said she was here. Waiting for me to find her.”

Kalim stops, the halls clearing slowly. His gaze stares out into the school courtyard below, standing silently in the open stone halls, wind rustling through his hair as he gathers his thoughts before the large open windows. His hand clutches the ends of his shirt with nothing but a grin.

A chill runs along Jamil’s spine, staring at Kalim with unrevealing eyes, lips pressed together as he gives a firm nod. Inching to move as he watches garnet eyes fill with something unlike him while searching his retainer’s before frowning.

“You don't seem happy—”

“I am.” Jamil’s words are quick, watching the dark look unfamiliar look disappear quickly, his smile automatically returns. Unable to hide his happiness nor remain still, he practically lunges onto his closest friend with a tight hug, squeezing tightly.

“You’ll help me find her…” Kalim speaks, but he follows with a gentle sigh and a headshake, “I know you will.” It’s a command. One that isn't forceful, nor threatening, but an expectation.

Jamil is his servant after all.

“Of course, I will.”

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[chainsandmorechains]

I still don't fully understand why, but some people love rape threats, more than loving them they beg for it.

I'm not judging them, nor you for liking it if you love it, after all, everyone has their own tastes, I, for example, have some reprehensible tastes too possibly worse than yours but it's all a question of opinion here, also I like to think that I matured over the mentality of a 3-year-old child that disrespects someone for their differences no, no, I'm not judging anyone for that nor will give any excuses if I do.

If I want to disrespect someone, or you reader, I probably won't ever use anything of that sort, no if I want to disrespect you I'll do it, without hiding behind any kind of excuses or differences you may hold.

Why would I do that?

Because I want to of course, what else?

You may ponder why I'm talking about that right now when I'm only supposed to talk about rape threats and to answer your restless mind let me simply tell you that the reason I did that was to introduce you to the rest of that message, it was to establish in your mind the fact that if I want to do something no matter how dumb or insane it is, as long as it isn't a danger to my survival well I'll probably fucking do it.

That's why you shouldn't question why I suddenly want to become the best pokemo-! I mean the best rape threatener(?)in the world, well I want to be the person on earth who send and creates the best rape threats.

Why would I want that? Like I said you really shouldn't question it if you don't want to start getting mad, my incredible thought process is way out of the league of mortals like you.

But if you really need some answer well yes, it may be because I have a small obsession with becoming the best at everything I do, and yes it may also be because I want to assert my dominance maybe, just maybe.

What's sure however, is that I shall need to practice to reach my goal of unofficial best… rape-threatener in the world, let's call it like that shall we, measuring progress is also simply essential for my goal, and that's where YOU come in, Yep you, the best way to measure how amazing my rape threat is by showing them to someone who loves rape threat and seeing if they get horny.

But I'm too lazy to send one rape threat to multiple people and then measure their level of arousal, that's why I shall use this post as a way to potentially gain attention and test my rape threats on you all.

Now let's start for real, if you're not interested in hearing my great being threatening you, well firstly you're missing something there, and secondly…why are you still here? It's time for a strategic retreat.

If you're still there, shut up, go grab your favorite beverage or put your hand on your privates, and let me use you like a good little lab rat, test subjects are hard to come by these days.

Cough cough

I could try to start this threat with some beautifully woven words, but considering the fact that I currently just want to grab your head and slam it against the nearest piece of furniture before raping your holes, I won't. I wouldn't hesitate even for a measly second to fuck you until you're a drooling mess that can only mutter "sorry" again and again pathetically, the only thing I would hesitate on would be between abusing your warm and moist lips on your face or abusing your pluckable asshole, so many choices, what a hard dilemma, but don't worry too much about waiting for too long while I do my decision, I'll keep you busy by choking you with your own underwear, can't have you screaming around.

I want to rape you with animalistic violence that almost none could replicate, I want to ruin you, I want this to be both the worst and best experience of your life, I want those contrary thoughts to corrupt your mind and mold it into something, something else, something new, something better (only for me), I want to ravage you so brutally that you would associate this situation with rock bottom, I'll feed myself from the despair in your eyes and I'll be sure to teach you a very important lesson.

When you think you're at your worst, everything can still get much much worse.

I'll teach you that by kidnapping you in a place where no one could ever find you, it's simply the natural step forward After doing something like that, can't have you run away or believe that you will sagely and docilely submit to me after making you suffer only one traumatizing experience, No for myself to be convinced of your submission I need a secure place for me to throw you in and fuck you every fucking day, every fucking hour, every fucking minutes, and every FUCKING seconds of your new life.

Don't worry about stopping, It's been a while already since I mastered orgasmic control, a pretty neat trick it helps get rid of a pesky thing you certainly know under the name of the refractory period, I mean it doesn't actually change the refractory period of an individual, and it has the little side effect on me not being able to cum if I want to lose my streak but don't worry about that, if you're worried about my pleasure well it's actually way more pleasurable for me to fuck like that, and also it's not like you will really be able to reflect on that when your mind is overflowing with pain, pleasure, and despair, or whatever else your twisted mind has created.

You shouldn't have the time to focus on anything else but my dick slamming in your holes, oh maybe you will be able to sense all of the different positions I would put you in tough.

But don't you even worry I may be evil but I have no intention to let you die, nope, I'll give you enough nutriment in the form of food covered by my cum, it will even be in a dogbowl, aren't I'm generous? I'll make sure to make you worship my feets in order for you to understand how charitable I am.

Oh, don't you need to drink too, don't worry I'm too damn awesome to have forgotten about that, I'll be sure to spit water or juice in your mouth when I hydratate myself.

Yeah I know I'm a magnanimous man.

May teach you some tricks too, I always wanted a pet, how does a cat cosplay sounds like? Want to have one while you're chained down under my desk and worshipping my dick? No? You don't want it? Whatever I don't care I'll still make you wear one and force you to clean yourself with my cum as if you were a cat cleaning itself.

Ohhhhh I should give you oversized paw gauntlets…this right here is a genius Idea.

Even if that sounds like a bad fate you should focus on the positive, with how much sex is a streneuous activity, you will be fit as fuck when everything is finished.

Well not like there would be an end.

[ugh-yoongi]

Can I put in a drabble request for yoongixreader where neither of them are big on Valentine’s Day but yoongi still is romantic on the day bc he’s like the person at the store sold me on the idea for the day? (Idk if that made sense but thank you!!)

hello, you absolutely can put in this request! thank you for sending it. this was fun. <3

pairing: yoongi x reader (no pronouns used)

genre: established relationship au, fluff

warnings: swearing. mentions of alcohol. yoongi being cute in his weird little yoongi ways.

wc: 1k

taking valentine's day drabble requests here ♡

You have a standing nine a.m. meeting on Tuesdays.

Like clockwork, Namjoon appears on camera and talks your ear off for thirty minutes about something or other, and that’s exactly what he does this morning, too. Some distributor in Europe is experiencing shipping delays, so there’s not much to catch up on because nothing’s moving, even though that’s paperwork too, so he just rocks back in his chair and says, “Doing anything fun for Valentine’s Day?”

And you pull a face, just like you always do. “No, we don’t really celebrate it,” you answer, because it’s more socially acceptable than going through your well-rehearsed Valentine’s Day is a capitalist scam bullet points.

Namjoon just hums, says something about chocolate and roses for his partner, maybe wine over a candlelit dinner, and it all sounds dreadfully uninspired.

So that’s how the rest of the day goes. You have another afternoon meeting with Jimin, who pops up on your screen wearing a headband trimmed with feathers and sequined hearts on tiny springs, and Jimin is animated, so they bobble in every direction the more excited he gets. Which—he works in human resources, so what is there to even get excited about?

By five-thirty you’re ready to log off and spend the rest of the evening on the couch. Maybe order some takeaway you’ll have to wait three times as long for and soak in a warm bath until all your skin turns pruney. You pick up your phone, halfway to texting Yoongi to see what he wants to do for dinner, when the lock turns in the front door.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, because there’s Yoongi, cheeks pink as he curses the cold, holding a suspiciously large gift wrapped in metallic red paper. “Hello,” you intone.

He gets caught up trying to toe off his sneakers and nearly brains himself on the console table. “Motherfuck,” comes his response. Then, like he’s just realizing you’d spoken, he says, “Hi, baby,” and sends you a gummy smile.

“What’s that?” you ask, gesturing to the package in his hands. “Looks an awful lot like it might be a Valentine’s Day gift.”

“It is,” he answers simply. “Do you want to open it?”

This is… not how this is supposed to go. Yoongi is arguably more of an anti-capitalist than you are. Your Yoongi would never buy you a Valentine’s Day gift. “Um.”

He takes one look at your expression—half confusion, half exasperation—and laughs. “It’s not gonna bite you.”

“Yeah, but—”

He sighs. Finally gets his sneakers sorted in the rack and waddles over, still wrapped tight in his winter coat. “But nothing. Here, open it.”

With one more questioning glance (that Yoongi promptly ignores), you take the gift from his hands. It’s heavy; feels solid, whatever it is. You pop the seams of the wrapping paper one at a time, still not convinced it’s not going to bite you, until the paper falls away to reveal a matte black box. A foot or so long, not as wide. You hear yourself gasp when you lift the lid.

Inside, there’s a gorgeous cutting board. Oiled maple, with the date of your and Yoongi’s anniversary etched into the corner. Resting on tissue paper with little hearts printed on it, for fuck’s sake. It’s almost sickening, how perfect it is. How thoughtful. How Yoongi it is, because this is his version of romance: something practical, something you’ve grumbled about needing a million times but haven’t gotten around to buying, because every time you mention getting a new cutting board Yoongi always scoffs and says, Why would I spend all that money on a cutting board when I could just make one for cheaper, and you reply, each time without fail, Have you seen the price of wood lately?

And, now, here it is. A cutting board with your anniversary etched into it, Yoongi still in his puffy jacket, looking bashful and a little embarrassed, fidgety as he awaits your reaction. “Do you hate it?” he asks. “I know we don’t really do gifts, but—”

“Min Yoongi, I am going to kick your ass.” You try to sound intimidating and Very Serious, but it comes out all waterlogged.

“Uh,” he responds, “I’m not really sure if that’s a yes or a no. Baby?”

“Of course I don’t hate it. Are you insane? Where did you even do this? When did you do this?”

He laughs, deep deep deep. Scratches at the back of his neck. “Funny story, actually. You know that weird store in the mall? The one with the ceramics and the painting and shit?” You nod; Jimin keeps trying to drag you there to get shitfaced and paint watercolors. “Yeah, well. I stopped by the mall today to buy Slam Dunk on DVD—”

“On DVD? Jesus, Yoongi, what are you, eighty years old?”

“—and some guy was standing outside trying to get people to buy shit, and I wasn’t gonna make you a fuckin’ lumpy mug, was I? So I said no, and he said come on, you look like a romantic guy, and I know he was lying and trying to get a reaction out of me, so I was like, yeah okay, but only if you have cutting boards, because you’ve been talking about getting one and I wasn’t expecting that weird fuckin’ store to have cutting boards, and then he said they did and it… just kind of spiraled.”

You’re a little stunned.

“Oh my god,” you reply. “You’re ridiculous. You’re the best. I love you. I didn’t get you anything, though.”

Yoongi shakes his head, presses a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t worry about it. I got the DVD set so just pay me back for it and we’ll call it even.”

“I can’t do that,” you argue. “You got me this nice, thoughtful gift—”

“Technically, I got you more, but I wanted to make sure you weren’t gonna murder me first.”

“What—” you begin to say, but then the doorbell rings.

There’s the delivery person, bag of takeout in hand from your favorite restaurant. Behind him, another delivery person from the bougie florist across town, holding what looks like a hundred roses.

“Min Yoongi!” you yell, and Yoongi quickly thanks the people at the door and shuts it. “I will sue you!”

[mischiefmaker615]

To Better Use

Rating: R

Summary: Captured, you now find yourself doing anything to protect your comrades. 

You claw at Baron’s wrist as he keeps a firm hand over your mouth while his other holds tight to your wrist pinned behind your back. Your struggling lessened the more you were sure he would break your arm whenever he yanked upon feeling you jerk. Of course you made yourself feel better by telling yourself you merely held back during your capture, he was your friend after all.. was. ‘’she managed to find our location sir, but we’re sure her capture took place before she had the chance to send out a signal.’’ Clint reported as your eyes lift up and widen to find Loki turning towards the both of you with an unreadable look on his face. Or at least, for a moment before what you could read was triumph and hunger as his eyes scanned over your body. Your SHIELD uniform did a good job hugging your figure, something you wished wasn’t existent right now as your struggles began again when he stalked towards you. You had indeed kept the chase up on your own after headquarters sunk into the ground when Loki escaped, and without working equipment, couldn’t risk staying behind with the rest and lose sight of them. Of course, a million of different results popped up in your head on how you could have gone about this differently so you didn’t find yourself before Loki now being held tightly by the friend you used to know and work with. ‘’using your natural blue orbs to blend in with the rest was indeed intelligent on your part, but coming alone was the most foolish thing you could have done.’’ Loki chuckled and flashed his eyes at Barton who understood and uncovered your mouth by relocating his arm across your throat in a hold but didn’t choke you. Taking a deep breath once your airway worked properly again, you dug your nails into Clint’s arm while your eyes glared back at Loki. ‘’you didn’t look much like a threat so I decided to take my chances.’’ You replied with sarcasm dripping in your voice as he merely smirked and placed a finger under your chin, his thumb stroking your skin as he admired your eyes. ‘’Don’t test me Y/N, I can make your life a living hell if I want to.’’ Loki replied, his voice rather calm as his eyes scanned you once more as he seemed to be thinking before his eyes switched to Clint. ‘’take her to the chamber, I shall deal with her myself.’’ Your body tensed at his words but kept your expression almost unreadable as Loki gave you one last smirk before he moved past you to the other fellow agents following under his orders. Before you could question anything, Clint moved forward, pushing his legs and chest against you so it moved you forward with his grip never faltering under your harsh nails you were sure was making him bleed. Dragging you down a few halls and around a handful of corners, he finally released you after shoving you into an extremely small and dimly lit room; with the only thing accompanying the lamp, was a bed. Spinning on your heel to face him, Clint slammed the door shut behind him before you could even try to talk him out of.. whatever spell Loki had him under. This was bad, very bad.. Your eyes scanned for a door other than the one you just came from- a window, a vent perhaps? Nothing.. the only thing you did have currently was the fight to survive and a million things going through your head; first one being, why were you still alive or mind controlled.. Your thoughts didn’t have much time for answers before the door was opened to reveal Loki who wasted no time shutting it behind him and his body noticeably relaxed itself. Trying to take over the world had its stressful moments probably.. “I’m surprised you didn’t try the door darling.’’ Loki smirked as he opened his eyes and turned to face you with a hand going directly to lock the door behind him. ‘’..it was unlocked?’’ you asked, a little surprised honestly as he smirked and took a step towards you in which you offered a step back. ‘’as soon as he left, unless you thought trying the door would be to obvious?’’ he smirked, his hands placed behind his back as if he were observing an unearthly creature. Your eyes flashed him a glare and your posture offered a position where you would try to defend yourself if he tried anything. ‘’did you just come here to make me feel stupid or are you just going to kill me now?’’ you snapped. Loki’s expression softened as he cocked his head to the side in curiosity ‘’kill a fine creature like you? Now wouldn’t that be a great waste of flesh.’’ He chuckled and proceeded to move forward. Your eyes side eyed him as you backed away, your body somehow forgetting your combat skills as you pressed yourself up against the wall before he found himself standing before you. You flinched when he raised his hands but he didn’t hit you, but merely rested his hands against the wall on either side of you, making your blue orbs move to his own questionably. ‘’Afraid I will try to pull something... ungentlemanly? Scandalous perhaps?" he seemed to mock and you gave a slight glare. ‘’why else would you be in my personal space..’’ ‘’you’ve come onto my hideaway, this is all my personal space darling.’’ He smirked and used a finger under your chin to keep you looking at him when you began to look away. Somehow, his gaze seemed to almost make you weak in the knees but.. he didn’t need to know that. ‘’this is not your planet.’’ ‘’ah, so an ambassador i have here’’ he chuckled. ‘’what do you want?’’ you demanded. ‘’oh darling, you know what I want.’’ He smirked. ‘’don’t think I didn’t notice you hiding upon my first arrival to earth. What amazes me the most is how you apparently survived my mild purge. I take it you are grateful he managed to survive.’’ The last part was laced with annoyance in his voice but your look of surprise changed his features. ‘’oh, didn’t stick around long enough to find out? So eager to keep up with me?’’ he smirked and your eyes widened in denial and confusion with your body suddenly feeling small before him. ‘’you.. you knew I was following you?’’ ‘’for quite some time darling, I just thought you’d arrive aster than you had, but I suppose your attempts to blend in took some time before my men finally picked you out.’’ He chuckled. ‘’w-why did you let me follow you?..’’ His chin tilted up slightly with his eyes glued to yours, the silence getting thick as he contemplated a moment before he simply grinned. ‘’It gets awfully lonely in almost an eternity of seclusion.. and a ravishing creature such as yourself needs to be shown the correct way of how to serve and not for these weak mortals..’’ Your back couldn’t have sunk farther into the wall by his words, nor could your eyes have gotten any wider as you came to the realization of what he meant. ‘’..don’t think for one second that I’d ever-‘’ Your words turned into a yelp when he snatched your jaw in his hand and tilted your head up, looking over your face with a mild-serious expression as if inspecting something. Your hands gripped his wrist, a move foolish on your part where he then noticed your trembling and he merely chuckled, eyes softened. ‘’you are shaking way to early darling, but do not fear. Behave and I shall be gentle with you.’’ He said softly and his hand switched to your hair, making you wince and your hands moved to his wrist once more. Once the thought of kicking him struck your mind, he had already shoved you down onto your knees before him, causing you to yelp. ‘’ah ah ah darling, I wouldn’t dare if I were you or I’ll go back on my promise n being gentle. You wouldn’t want your precious comrades getting hurt either would you?’’ he smirked and you glared up at him when he released your hair. ‘’now darling, I will give you a choice. You do it or I will.’’ The last part was a warning tone, somehow making a threat sounding sexy as you glanced in front of you with something catching your eye. His growing erection. Your eyes flashed up at him as he took a seat behind him on the bed, manspreading as you began feeling your limbs ach and shake. Why the hell did you come here alone.. why the hell in another life perhaps you could see yourself wanting this.. why the hell.. ‘’.. I’d rather be mind controlled then do it willingly.’’ You snapped and he merely chuckled as if you told a joke. ‘’you clearly don’t care about the well being of your fellow comrades do you? You saw- what? Dozens out there all under my control and you are telling me you’d carelessly sacrifice all of them all because you don’t wish to take it upon yourself to pleasure your king?’’ ‘’your no kin-‘’ ‘’ill start with Baron first. And I’ll be sure you watch. Every single drop of blood fall as a make his suffering last.’’ Loki said casually, his voice a sigh as if he had no choice but to do the simple chore and that’s what made you stop him. Clearly he showed no emotion or care in killing others, even when he first arrived he didn’t even hesitate.. there was no bluff. He would do it. ignoring the sick feeling in your stomach, you avoided his gaze and eyed his groin, crawling over to him in which you saw his erection twitch by the mere act in doing so. Sitting on the back of your heels, you raised your shaky hands and moved them over his lap to try to find an opening, a zipper, something. You could practically feel him smirk as he made you feel like a fool and in one simple motion, he pulled himself out of his complicated Asgardian attire. By the gods it was huge.. you’ve seen many men before in your lifetime but him.. you truly knew now the difference between a man and a god. Giving a quick glance up at his eyes was a mistake as he gave you a smug and knowing look. Ignoring his cockiness, your eyes moved back to his.. well, more than ready cock as it glistened with slight precum. There was no way you thought you could take it all the way in your mouth but you’d worry about it later as you just told yourself it was all to protect your team. You had to practically use both our hands as you gripped him, feeling his body almost flinch as he sucked in a breath by your touch and you almost seemed to be filled with a sense of power. Despite your situation here, the fact that he was hard because of you, the fact that his breathing and body reacted because of you, it almost made you want to return the smugness back at him. With a good grip on him, you used your hands to stroke him up and down while you leaned more forward to his tip. Taking one last breath, you ran your tongue across the tip and felt him shudder. Keeping your eyes glued to what you were doing, you bent and ran your tongue up his shaft before taking him into your mouth. You took as much as you knew you could handle and your hands cared for the rest and by how much that was, your mouth couldn’t even take half of him. That thought didn’t seem to bother you as it didn’t bother him as you took a quick peak and he was taking deep breaths, his head tilted back with his eyes closed. In that moment, he was the most beautiful being you had even seen.. it almost gave you the main motivation to get you to keep going as you began using your hands to stroke him while your head began to slowly bob up and down. It was hard to concentrate on the positives of why you were doing this in the first place when, to your demies, felt a pool formulate between your legs that almost made you pause. Were.. were you wet? ‘’this is obviously not your first time darling..’’ Loki breathed as he stroked your hair and you almost wanted to hate him. why couldn’t you? You used your tongue to run against him and your throat on the other side of his cock to be what gripped him. most girls you figured spent most of their time trying to be impressive by taking it all in rather than focus on the mere focus of making it feel good. Your knowledge seemed to work on Loki at least as you could hear him let out a breathy moan. Beginning to pick up the pace, you bobbed your head a bit faster while also doing your best to suck on him more. You could feel his leg muscles tighten and you figured he was doing his best not to buck. Hoping what you were doing was just enough, you kept at it before you jumped at the feeling of his fingers in our hair. Starting to pull back a little, his fingers tightened to stop you and took the initiative by pushing your head down more before pulling it back up repeatedly. Trying not to resist so he could understand he didn’t need to force you, it didn’t seem to come across him. hat, or he didn’t care anymore as he began bucking his hips up now to match your throat. With him guiding your head with his fingers in your hair and his hips snapping up, the face now began making your eyes water and your gag reflex to begin to trigger. You remembered a small trick to prevent your gag reflex which was to squeeze your thumb down but his harsh movement canceled that trick out. Panic began filling your chest as you tapped and pushed against his thighs to try to free himself but that just seemed to make him down faster as his heavy breathing and moans filled your ears. The thought of choking to breath flashed in your mind and before you could feel like you’d die if he kept going longer, you felt his cock twitch in your throat and his thrusts slowed. Your eyes widened as your body tensed, feeling hot liquid shooting and running down your throat. Releasing a small whimper, Loki kept your head down and stilled his movement. ‘’you will take all of me little one’’ he growled and didn’t release you until you swallowed every drop. Once you had, he finally released your hair and you fell back onto your rump, taking in generous amounts of air as your hand held your sore throat. ‘’f-fuck you..’’ you croaked, rubbing your neck as your eyes timidly glanced at him and he chuckled, standing up where his hands moved to properly undo his pants. ‘’well what did you think was going to happen next..’’

[thesirencult]

BRINGING DOWN OTHERS IS LOW VALUE

Today I had the joy of getting a message from a nice young lady who wanted to thank me for my advice and sweetly asked me if I wanted to be friends with her ❤️

This made me understand that having a platform may be a way to share our individual opinions but we should have in mind that, especially on Tumblr, many people come across our content and we have responsibility to correctly and ethically influence them by adding value to their lives.

So, I want to thank every single one of you for following me and sending sweet messages. All 1,205 of you. We are a small corner on the internet and I don't care about appearing "mysterious" and "unapproachable" to my digital friends.

If you have a question/a content suggestion or just want to say "Hi!" don't be shy and use my AMA or private messages. I'll try to answer to all of you.

Also, thank you for being patient with me as I'm finishing up with this exam season and have not posted anything in the past few days. A few of you reached out for tarot readings and a birth chart analysis and we got even closer, so thank you for trusting me with your time, money, hopes and wishes!

I asked the young lady if she wanted me to write a post about something specific or if she had any content suggestions. She told me that she wanted my opinion on "pick-me" girls who bring other women down. She added that it would be interesting to "know how do this girls think". Your wish is my command young lady!

Shall we start ?

After you queens... 👑

Have you noticed something? People who are high value and successful are always eager to extend their hand to other people full of passion and ambition. They become mentors and leaders for other women and men. They set the standard by example. Usually these people are kind hearted, yet know how and when to set boundaries.

All in all, they don't bring other people down, they build them up.

This women and men build ladders for others to climb at the top with them but they know, they have to protect themselves and their loved ones from vultures, because someone can bring you down even if you are thousand meters above them. They just have to pull the rug underneath your feet.

Someone who is high, won't try to lower someone else's value. Someone who is low is not accustomed to the loneliness of the top. They want to surround themselves with other low value individuals to feel powerful. That's the pack mentality and that's why mean girls/boys hang in crowds.

We all had that "friend". She was insecure but always downplayed. She was always jealous of other people and you could see it but you never thought she was jealous of you. Why would she be? When you talked about your crush/business idea/ambitions it was always : "Ew he is ugly.", "Who are you Elon Musk?", "A law degree? You don't even know how to think critically.".

That friend and you fell apart when you started investing in yourself, and that's when the veil fell off and you saw other girls like that.

The pick-me girls.

A couple days ago, I had a "History Of Economic Thought" exam (It's a very interesting topic to research and if a similar class is available to you, I suggest that you take it!). It was the last one I had to take in person.

I felt awful, anxious and tired. Two weeks of hard work, studying everyday, staying up till light came through the blinds and commuting two hours back and forth to and from school had made me emotionally and mentally tired. I needed some loving from my cat Mr. Mau and a toffee nut latte.

I did my 10k steps by the sea and decided to open up Pinterest and make myself feel a bit better. I searched up "fall aesthetic", "studying aesthetic", "toffee nut latte from Starbucks" etc.

Under a pin there was this comment by a girl calling all women who are "obsessed" with fall, Starbucks and cute photos of pumpkins, "silly a** basic white b*tches".

I then went on TikTok and came across a video of a woman who was being shamed for having a 35k engagement ring (you know which one I'm talking about, the one her man, an amazing king ate the interviewer up and left no crumbs). A woman had commented "she is a gold digger and when he cheats on her with a good woman she'll get what she deserves".

Excuse me what ? So a good woman is one who tries to please others by accepting less than she deserves. I'm not one who would want a 35k engagement ring, buy me a 3k one and 32k of gold for investment purposes, but if her men believed she deserved that, then so be it.

Why are you trying to get picked? Do you think men marry the good girl? Do you think any man who will only see you as an innocent, precious lovely angel will be able to take all of you?

These women are playing a dangerous game. They so badly want to get picked and mostly they get picked but for all the wrong reasons. They love how guys on podcasts praise them online for being "feminine". They love the attention of boys who find them cool.

Sweetheart, you need a man who will find your rage and your sweetness sacred.

You need parents who will understand that you have your own dreams, needs and that you are not just an extension of their egos.

These women and the so-called "good guys" (uhh don't let me get started on those") are sad inside. They would love to have your own wildness and freedom. They feel jealous that you are still that magical bitch holding your pumpkin spice latte with a fresh new set and while doing kick boxing on Wednesday afternoon.

Girls, watch some Legally Blonde. It's the literal blueprint 😉 It made me come to terms with my girly nature as a girl who grew up a tomboy.

You don't have to be just bubbly and feminine. You don't have to be just a dark feminine, femme fatale. You can be all of those things because we are multilayered beings. Lastly, we have the gift of metamorphosis. Don't be afraid to transform and break the mold.

[explicitred]

Hi, may I request first harbinger male yn accidentally saying that someone in the fatui is his favorite how will the harbingers react to that? Also sorry for any bad English this is my first time to request something

Fatui Harbingers reacting to Y/N’s ��Favorite Person” - (Male Reader)

Oct 18 (2)

Tumblr Posting Marathon: https://at.tumblr.com/explicitred/tumblr-posting-marathon-oct-17-cyno-headcanons/8sy6ewfg7r6k

Includes: (Dottore?,) Signora, Childe, and Scaramouche

It all started in a Fatui meeting, the Tsaritsa grouped multiple harbingers into teams to discuss and contemplate future plans.

In one corner of the room, Signora, Childe, Scaramouche and Y/N were talking (arguing lol). 

Childe bickered with Signora about trivial matters, while Scaramouche yelled at them with anger. Y/N stood silently with a sweat drop, watching them.

“Actually, who is your favorite person?” Childe suddenly turned to you, and all three harbingers had their attention on you.

“Someone.”

“Who?” He pouted as he childishly kept repeating.

Signora scoffed at Childe, “The adults should be talking”.

Childe ignored her with a displeased look, focusing on you once more with a grin again.

“Aww comrade, tell me who!”

“Someone.” You deadpanned, not wanting to reveal the answer.

Scaramouche crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.

A couple hours later, it was officially the next day. Most people by now had gone to sleep or were working.

You were one of the few people who were working.

You glanced up at the door after hearing two knocks. You sighed and left the paperwork. 

“Greetings, Y/N. I’m surprised your still up so late.” The blue haired masked man said. Personally, you had never talked with Dottore before. You didn’t know anything about him, except that he was a mad scientist. You didn’t know his mannerisms. If he was doing anything that was out of character, you wouldn’t know. Though you were the first harbinger, you were alert. You never know what could go wrong. (This is me not knowing Dottore and how he is like lol) (probably ooc)

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Dottore. What do you need?”

“Some information is all.” The Doctor (Dottore’s alias) smirked under his mask. “Shall we discuss somewhere else?”

A couple minutes later... (In the Meeting Room)

“And your favorite person is...?” Ah. There it is. That same question again and again. Hadn’t Dottore asked that multiple times already? Although, you suppose you could not deny that you didn’t answer. You just dodged the question and moved onto another topic.

He was quite determined to find out the answer, wasn’t he? If you answered truthfully, would he stop pestering you with questions? No, it wouldn’t be worth it-

“It’s someone in the Fatui.” Oh, oops.

“Oh? Who exactly?” Dottore inquired, as his tone shifted to something colder.

“You don’t need to know.”

Coincidentally, Signora, Childe, and Scaramouche heard the conversation.

Signora:

scoffs

Someone in the Fatui is your favorite person? 

Who????

Signora knows that she could be your favorite person, however, the chances that she was not your favorite was still high. There were plenty of people in the Fatui.

So, who is it? Is it perhaps one of the harbingers? Arlecchino, Capitano, Dottore, or maybe Childe?

Either way, if it’s not her, they will feel the fury and wrath of Signora.

The Fair Lady (Signora’s alias) would send informants to find out more about who your favorite person was.

Would also seem grumpier and moodier

Would try to talk with you more and becomes more dignified around you.

Scaramouche:

Scaramouche is way more angry after hearing that you had a favorite.

His mood really shows, and no one dares to tell him about it.

The Balladeer’s (Scaramouche’s alias) underlings are terrified of him more than ever.

Would not talk to you, and if he does, he would use a harsher tone.

He’d feel a little bad with how he talked with you

His thoughts would be filled with you every moment

It’s not him, is it? He thinks. It’s someone else, isn’t it? He thinks.

Nevertheless, he still tries to make you his beloved.

Childe:

He would randomly show up at your office, in front of your door, with dozens of gifts.

Childe doesn’t like the idea that someone other than him could be your favorite. But if it were true, then he wouldn’t mind competing if it was for your love.

Whenever Childe has free time, he immediately comes to you and hangs out with you.

Whatever you do, Childe won’t leave you and will hug you with a bright grin plastered on his face.

Over time, gifts will increase in huge amounts.

He follows you like a puppy while you sweat drop.

A/N: Sorry this took so long 🥲

I originally was going to start this post with the sentence, “Rumors can spread fast. Especially if it was about the first and strongest Fatui Harbinger, Y/N.”

But I couldn't think of how to start or write this so I procrastinated lol