#those freaks will find a way to impregnate him

[keeper-of-oddities]

Barty and Evan fuck NASTY but when they first get with Remus they have the most vanilla sex with him so they don't scare him off to only find out he is a Freak.

Remus' only reservation about having the kinkiest sex imaginable with them is getting attached (Evan and Barty are planning their entire future with him, including children's names)

[dolliestfairy]

𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, ITOSHI RIN, MEGUMI, Itachi, Shikamaru, Nanami, Neji, Tobirama, Deku, KUNIMI, Muichiro, SEMI EITA, Konoha Akinori, Venti, XIAO, AL-HAITAM, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, & hatake kakashi.

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[mychlapci]

Do you know how, many animals are not allowed to breed naturally, because they might hurt the female, so it’s mostly artificially done.

With that said, I have a few ideas!:

1) Mer Ratchet is way too precious to be breed like a common animal, but they still have to retrieve the seed from a very irate Drift. They place a cycling Ratchet in a special container, small, made of two separate layers of thick, metal bars, similar to those cages used to “swim with sharks”.

The double layer is to make sure Drift can’t reach in with his spike(spikes?).

When Drift is rutting against the cage, someone has to get close and use a fake valve to get his transfluids. Usually, being this close to Ratchet while he’s in heat is all it takes for Drift to go completely nuts, and he’s kinda approachable. The problem is taking Ratchet out, Drift would cling to the cage. Fortunately, several orgasms later, Drift is way too tired and blissed out to really put out a fight.

Ratchet is also not super happy about being filled artificially, Drift was ready for that job! Never less, they get the result they want. The problem is, Drift is extremely hostile and not ready to be released as long as Ratchet is around…

2) that post about mer Drift and Roddy being only interested in vet Ratchet. It’s decided that the two mer would be perfect studs, but he problem, again, is retrieving their fluids.

Since they’re usually either indifferent or plain right aggressive with everyone but Ratchet, it is decided that he will be the one retrieving the samples. The doctor will get into the water, with a protective suite, a chain and a fleshlight, he will let the mer get frisky and collect the fluids, what can go wrong?

The moment one of them climbs Ratchet’s back to mount him, the doctor is quick to reach between his legs to slip the spikes inside the fleshlight. Off course, things can’t to right. Drift can feel the difference between Ratchet’s protoform and the cold toy, he can also feel the thick, rubber suite keeping him separated from Ratchet’s platings.

One moment the mer is jumping the fake valve, the next one he’s ripped a hole in Ratchet’s suite and he pushing one of his spikes inside Ratchet’s valve.

Despise that, the process is not interrupted. One way or the other, they’re gonna get the mer’s fluids. After even Rodimus has his turn, Ratchet is retrieved and his stuffed valve and aft port are cleaned up, the transfluids collected and stored for later uses.

But maybe, the iper pressurized fluids have reached Ratchet’s forge anyway… mmmhhh

oOuuuh yesss i love this, we've had some freak mer-sperm extraction on here before, it's always fun. I can sexualize insemination.

1)I bet Ratchet is pissed that they won’t let him mate during his cycle. Horrible infraction on his personal rights aside, putting him in a cage and making Drift rut against a fake valve was as insulting as it was arousing. Ratchet really wanted that spike. Unfortunately, all he gets is a dozen veterinarians holding him down and a cold insemination gun up his puffy slit… Drift is a little out of it after the “mating” but he believes he impregnated Ratchet successfully, and the appropriate protocols turn him into a protective sire for the carrier of his pups.

Poor Ratchet though. He didn’t even get to take the edge off of his heat :(

2)Aaaa Ratchet definitely has a hard time trying to collect sperm from Roddy and Drift. Having the two large mers rubbing up against him, sliding their spikes against his body, trying to find a hole to slip them into… He offers one, but it’s not enough. Drift and Rodimus aren’t stupid. Horny, but not stupid.

I do hope they managed to knock Ratchet up with merpups… He’ll see soon enough if his belly starts growing over the course of the next few months.

[sanyu-thewitch05]

I had this thought last night, need to share with you:

The Yandere this time is a childhood friend,his name is Morris Masques

He and Darling used to be best friends, he was a lonely little boy with black hair and yellow eyes,he didn't have any friend till little Darling came along

But then one day,Darling began to avoid Morris, when he asked her she snapped at him and called him a freak then left. He never saw her again after that

He carried that haunting memory into adulthood,even when he became a adult and a successful entrepreneur,he still can't forget that moment of betrayal,a grudge he had against Darling

One day, however he saw her again, Darling had joined his company. He thought he would never see her again, let's just say he was furious when they met face-to-face

"Why are you even here anyway???!! After what you did,you have some guts coming here!!!!"

"........"

"I'm sorry"

Morris was suprised Darling apologized and he learned the truth of that year told by her

Darling's parents didn't like her being friends with Morris so they forced her to stop being friends with him,as a child Darling didn't know any better so she acted bad towards Morris so that he wouldn't get close to her. Afterwards Darling's family moved away to a new home which made Darling left Morris

Darling's parents are deceased,when remembered the past,she decided to join his company and wanted to make up with him

Morris wasn't sure to trust her on her story but he didn't do anything further about it. As a employee of his company, Darling was very hardworking,she wanted to make amends so she didn't object at all even when he gave her a hard time: More workload than usual

Sometimes he saw her sleeping at her desk after working overtime,she woke up later on with someone's jacket on her shoulder,she didn't know it was Morris'

Although Darling wanted his forgiveness,she believed that they'll never be the same again and he'll always hate her

When Morris saw her genuine effort in getting his forgiveness,he started to have feelings for her again and the buried obsession for her started to rise again

Things were well for a time,Darling was a diligent employee of his company and Morris was pleased with how she was doing well,he treated her better gradually. But then something happened

Morris heard words of Darling's plan to transfer herself to a different company as she has gotten a job offer from them. Her fellow co-workers were happy for her

He knew that company has a handsome president like him, he thought she was trying to leave him for another man

After all these years of leaving him and coming back to him,now she's trying to leave again ?

So Morris drove to her apartment in the middle of night and it was raining heavily, Darling was suprised to find a wet Morris at her doorstep. She asked him to come in,that was a mistake

When she lost her caution,he immediately pinned her down into her bed and he fucked her. She said she wanted his forgiveness right?

Then do it with her life,he was damaged for years becuz of her lies,so it's fair she devote her life to be his wife as a way to earn his forgiveness right?

Darling don't have to worry, he'll treat her like his good little housewife and give her his babies~

TW: Noncon, dubcon, impregnating kink, stalking

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I got busy with dance team tryouts and homework.

You had to make it right to him. You had to.

Morris Masques, the pale boy with hair black as night and eyes yellow as the sun. He was all alone until you asked him to play with you. You played with him until you started to avoid him. You hoped he would get the hint and leave you alone. But he didn't, and on the last day of the school year, you said those final haunting words.

"Stay away from me, you freak!" You screamed, making Morris cry.

You walked your tiny body to your driveway and never saw him again. Morris, however, has thought about you nonstop. Your words haunting his psyche for 22 agonizing years. Morris constantly asking himself what he did wrong. That moment of hurt turned into decades of obsession and grudges. Then, you walked into his company one day in spring, specifically March. You saw his face in Forbes magazine and knew this was your chance to make things right with him. You applied for the job of his secretary and secured your way of seeing him. Now, you're walking into his office, prepared to face him.

You knock on the door, and he tells you to come in.

"Hi, Mr. Masques, I'm your new secretary, Y/N," You say, looking into his now golden eyes.

His face is red, and he slams his fists on his desk.

"Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why?! Why are you even here anyway???!! After what you did, you have some guts coming here!!!!" Morris yells, slamming his door shut. "........"

"I'm sorry. My parents made me stop being friends with you. They thought you were too close to me. Obsessed with me somehow. I tried to ignore you, thinking you'd stop the friendship by yourself. But you kept coming to my house asking to play, and my parents told me to stop our friendship the hard way. I'm so sorry for any pain or mental torment I caused you because of my parent's actions."

Tears flow down your face, makeup and mascara ruined.

"They won't bother you anymore. We moved to a new house after I stopped being friends with you."

"Y/N-"

"They're dead. There's no one else to fuck our old friendship even more but me!"

Morris sighs and brings you a tissue.

"Please go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. It's not fitting for a first day at work. Also, I'll think about your apology."

"Thank you."

After that, you and Morris had been able to keep yourselves from killing each other. Morris gave you loads of work, and you graciously accepted it, feeling like this was your punishment. Sometimes, you would work overtime until the wee hours of the morning. Then, wake up with a fancy, warm, cologne-infused jacket over your shoulders. You'd never know who it was. But by the time you left your desk, it'd be gone.

He hates me...I know he does. I deserve every ounce of hatred in his heart.

You diligently worked hard every day until Morris called you into his office as usual.

"Do you know why I called you in here?" Morris asks, his hands on his shiny, brown, wooden desk.

"To fire me?"

Morris laughs and takes your hands.

"Non, I'm taking you out for dinner for your hard work. A dinner with a billionaire? How about it?" Morris asks, looking happily into your eyes.

He doesn't hate me?

"Sure," You answer, smiling back at him.

After dinner, he began to treat you better. He smiled at you when you walked into his office. He made coffee for you. He even gave you a bonus after all the months of work. Then, in January, a rival company, Flor, offered you a job you couldn't resist. You could work as the CEO's secretary for $400,000 with a 5% bonus every year. Morris was only paying you $200,000.

"You should so take the job! You could move out of your apartment with that type of money," Your coworker, Cherise, says, talking to you in the elevator.

"Then I will. I'll submit my resignation form at the end of the day," You respond, walking to Morris's office.

"We'll make sure to throw you a going away party!" Cherise squeals, hugging you.

You open the door to Morris's office and see him happily sipping coffee.

"Morris, I've got good news. But you'll only see it at the end of the day. Call me when you see it," You whisper, confusing him.

"Ok..." Morris replies.

You end your shift and drive back home to cook your favorite meal. Morris is looking over the resignation documents and sees yours.

"What?! Why?" Morris yells, sitting in the dark. A lone lamp on his desk shining. "Reason for resignation: Another job offered me a higher salary."

He crumples the paper when he reads your comment.

"P.S. Flor offered me a 400k bonus with a 5% bonus every year. I can finally move out of my apartment with that salary. I'm thankful for all you've done for me while here. Thankful? Thankful, my ass! How dare she leave me for another man? Especially that Spaniard Santiago!"

Santiago Cruz, the handsome CEO of Flor. He's also had a longtime crush on you since college. Which is something he told Morris when he found out you were working for Morris.

"If you hate her so much, you can send a nice transfer to my company. We'd love to have her here," Santiago teased, hitting Morris on the shoulder.

That was six months ago. Now Morris has changed, and he doesn't want to lose you. Morris ran to his car and drove straight to your apartment. The rain pours onto his windshield, and his rage builds as he pulls into a parking garage. He walks up the stairs and peaks through your windows. Your silhouette appears in his vision, and he presses his ears on your door.

"Santiago, hi! I'm so glad you called!" You squeal, eager to talk with your new boss.

"Me too, mi corazón. So, have you decided to transfer here? Santiago flirts, hoping he can be with you. "Once you get to my company, I'll give you a personal tour."

"I'll be waiting for it."

Morris's mind ran wild.

She's leaving me! She's leaving me! She's leaving me! She's leaving me for him!

Morris pounds on your door, and you tell Santiago someone is at the door.

"Morris, oh my gosh, come inside. You're soaking wet!" You say, opening the door for your boss. "Why are you here in such bad weather?"

When you lock the door, Morris pushes you onto your bed.

"How dare you even attempt to leave me for him?" Morris yells, pinning your hands above your head.

"Santiago? All he did was offer me a job. It's not like I'm dating him or anything!" You yell back, making Morris's rage worse.

"Santiago wants you at his company so you can be his! He doesn't want you as a secretary. You said yes! You're leaving me again! I'm not letting you cruelly leave me again!"

"I'm not leaving you! We're still friends!"

"No, you're leaving me! You have to make it up to me. You have to."

Morris's tears fall onto your face, and you realize how much your words from years ago scarred him.

"Morris, of course, I'll make it up to you."

"Really? You will?"

"Yes."

Morris kisses you and leaves a trail of hickies on your neck as you squirm.

"Morris, what are you doing?!" You scream, trying to get him off you.

"I'm letting you make it up to me," Morris answers, unbuttoning your shirt and pressing the speaker button on your phone. "I hope you can hear me, Santiago."

"Morris, what are you doing to her?!" Santiago yells, getting ready to call the police.

Morris removes your bra and fondles your breasts. He puts his head between your breasts and motorboats himself.

"Morris~" You moan, your legs squirming underneath him.

"Yes, my sweet," Morris teases, looking up at you while kissing your stomach.

"Morris, stop it! She doesn't want you!" Santiago screams, closing the door to your car. "I swear when I get you, I'll kill you!"

"Go ahead," Morris replies, pulling down your shorts.

He pulls out his cock from his slacks and moves your underwear to the side. Morris rubs your pussy a little, then sticks his dick into you.

"Ah, Morris!" You moan, feeling a bit of pain.

"I know, bebe. I'll be gentle," Morris comforts, slowly thrusting into you.

He spreads your legs further apart and tries to put your legs into a mating press. Morris takes off his tie and ties your hands together over your head. He forcefully puts your legs into a mating press, then goes wild.

"Morris!" You moan, feeling his cock conquer your pussy.

Drool goes down your mouth, and Morris takes the opportunity to suck on your tongue. His penis releases its first round of cum, and it spills out of you as he continues to thrust inside you.

"You're going to be so plump with my babies! My babies! All mine!" Morris moans, coming close to his high.

"How long are you going to be in me?" You exclaim, your climax coming soon.

"I'm going to stay in you forever my little wife."

"Oh, God! I'm cumming!"

Morris cums a second time, releasing more semen than usual, and pulls out of you. He notices cum dripping out of your pussy and puts his cock back into you to stop the flow of cum. Morris lays his head on your breasts and unties your hands. You fall asleep from exhaustion.

20 minutes later, Santiago breaks into your apartment and goes into your room.

"Sh, Santiago. I don't want you to wake her up," Morris whispers, holding your naked body and stroking your hair.

"She's not yours. She was never interested in you that way," Santiago hisses, walking over to you.

"Well, you're certainly not having her. I'll raise her salary to a million dollars if I have to."

"And I'll make sure your company goes bankrupt and I buy you out."

"As if!"

You groan and turn in your sleep.

"Go into the living room, and we'll talk this out after I chain her up," Morris says, getting up from your bed.

Santiago angrily walks away, leaving you to sleep.

[tenbees]

soo i’ve decided i want to read more wlw books even if they seem bad bc trying to only read bangers makes me read less.. and tbh nitpicking books is also its own fun…. an insight into the minds of annoying people……. so right now im reading the honey witch and first of all i literally cant tell if this is historical fiction, it started off saying the year is 1831 but you literally couldnt tell from the way its written or the worldbuilding? and a gay male couple got introduced in the first 100 pages… like i read wlw historical fiction for the repression what is this. and i dont get it when books have societies that force women into marriage and reproduction but are fine with gay couples, those inherently contradict each other. i have this same problem with priory, i guess i’ll see if lesbians are handled differently

but also this book seems to be setting itself up to talk about forced marriage vs ~true love~ but i have no faith in how this is shaking out….. at one point a woman is dying from an unviable pregnancy and her husband is like please shes my soulmate the love of my life i cant live without her… literally no analysis of how he did this to her by impregnating her knowing she could die from another pregnancy. so you would do anything for her except not stick your dick in her knowing she could die from it? everyone is like omg he loves her so much ❤️ the woman won’t let her husband in the room while the grandmother witch is healing her and the main character is like ~oh i understand now not letting him see her die is an act of true love~ like if that is true love then may it never find me LMAOO

and later this teenager is freaking out over how she needs lipstick to impress a boy and after she leaves the mc laughs and is like that was so frivolous and ridiculous. and the wise old grandmother is like is it? is it so bad to want love? does it harm anyone? Never Judge A Woman’s Choice ❤️ SHUT THE FUCK UPPP boy craziness actually makes you stupider and insufferable 😊

and of course the book starts off with her fuming over her male ex…. why do ‘sapphic romances’ spend more time ruminating on ex boyfriends than talking about women? literally the mc was like ‘a man would be the safe beige choice but i want a life thats colorful’ ok the author is literally into women for the coolness points i guess….. everything about this feels het apologist. ok you’re technically attracted to women but you’re actually invested in the drama of being with a man

[finch--fry]

male calico

i got brainrotted so hard from beta whitney x alpha wynne even when it started out for shit and giggles to the point i vomitted out a short fic. and speaking this as someone who is not even big on pregnancy but well

cw: omegaverse, pregnancy mentioned

“you know how an alpha’s body works right… especially one like me.”

wynne whispered, a bit taken off when whitney telling him that he was into knocking him up, and it was not just casual breeding kink. he knew whitney was a certified freak with his exhibitionism and various niche fetishes, but this one was… new.

whitney chuckled at that, amused by wynne's dumbfounded face. alphas with vaginas were pretty rare, and making one get pregnant was much more rarer.

"well, call me weird all you want. but i'm not stupid, slut. i know how this whole alpha-omega thingy works. there’s a chance your little boy pussy could get knocked up, even if you’re an alpha.”

he took a small breath, continuing to ruffle the smaller boy's hair. while whitney knew about wynne's anatomy, he also knew that no matter how small the chance is, there was still a chance of him getting pregnant.

besides, the idea of knocking up his pretty little alpha boyfriend as a beta was just too... tempting.

"i think i should stop wearing protection, mm? let us enjoy ourselves without that condom getting in the way...”

whitney started to speak, the thought in his mind getting more and more tempting.

“maybe i want to put a baby in that little womb of yours, watching it grow as the days go by… watch you become all round and soft… and i’m the one who’s responsible for it…”

"you will have to work extra hard, then."

wynne whispered, his eyelashes fluttered as he let out a soft sigh. he knew how determined whitney could be when he wanted something.

whitney chuckled at wynne's response, finding his answer extremely amusing.

"me having to work extra hard to knock you up, huh? you really have faith in my skills, pipsqueak. or are you that desperate for me to get you pregnant?"

he teased, his tone dripping in mockery as he watched wynne's grey eyes widened and his cheeks flushing up as he was getting more flustered.

"then i will have to work very diligently for the results. i'll just have to see how well you can take my breeding, huh?"

"it's not that i doubt you... it's just alphas with vaginas have a very thin chance of getting knocked up. it's like finding a male calico cat, very rare, but it's not completely non-existent."

wynne shrugged, his hand reached out to place whitney's hand on his stomach, on the spot that he knew where the womb was resided. whitney's words were enough to make him shiver in excitement.

whitney listened to wynne as he explained it to him. he knew most of it already, but it was still interesting hearing it from his alpha boyfriend's mouth. he allowed his hand to be placed on wynne's stomach, his thumb rubbing circles into his lower abdomen, almost as if he was trying to imagine his boyfriend pregnant with his kid.

"maybe you're unlikely to impregnate due to your anatomy, but i'm still gonna try my best to knock you up. and when that happened, then i can get that rare calico cat."

he teased, the image of his alpha mate with a round, swollen belly stuck in his mind now. whitney smirked, his hand still gently rubbing wynne's stomach.

"but you'd look really hot with a baby here. and i'm gonna do my damnest to make it happen. i could just imagine it now. you, in one of my shirts and nothing else, pregnant with my child... just walking around the house, being all cute and soft..."

whitney continued, his voice getting more and more huskier.

he loved picturing it in his head, wynne with a big round belly. the mere thoughts of it were getting him even hornier than he already was.

"and you’d just be waddling around. getting all needy, wanting some attention and all, looking so cute and pretty. with your soft hair, messy blonde hair, freckled pale skin, and those milk-filled tits of yours. and of course, your adorable little tummy, all round and growing."

he spoke, his hand slowly roaming the entire length of wynne's stomach, trying to imagine what it would be like.

"god, i just want to make you mine so bad right now. and i will. that's a promise.”

[rhetoricandlogic]

Liz Bourke Reviews Ironclads by Adrian Tchaikovsky

March 25, 2018 Liz Bourke

Of late I find it difficult to know how to begin to discuss new books. It feels as though I have read so many of them this year that my head is practically bloated with connections and similarities, novelties and clichés, unexpected successes and shocking disappointments. Espe­cially difficult are novellas, whose comparative brevity tends to make them less easy to discuss in depth. That their brevity is part of their point – that they must make their mark in less than half the space of the average novel – doesn’t make matters any easier.

Adrian Tchaikovsky’s Ironclads is one such no­vella, published in a limited edition hardcover by Solaris. With the exception of the Clarke-Award-winning Children of Time, most of Tchaikovsky’s novel-length work has been fantasy. Readers will remember his multi-volume Apt series, and his more recent Echoes of the Fall series. Ironclads is science fiction, and not the far-future kind of Children of Time. Rather than the vastness of interstellar space, and the time it takes for a spe­cies to evolve into sentience, Ironclads focuses on a handful of people over the course of a few days in a warzone on a near-future Earth. In this future, America’s turn towards corporate libertar­ian (racist, sexist) hellscape – and military enforcer for the titans of global capitalism – has continued to the point where the USA, after wars in Canada and Mexico, is now at war in Sweden. This is a future where the sons and daughters of the cor­porate aristocracy – “Scions” – go into battle in impregnable suits of technological armour, which outgun the ordinary grunts by about as much as a warship outguns a sailboat.

Somewhere in Sweden, one of those Scions has gone missing, with his supposedly impregnable armour. A small team of three ordinary soldiers, plus one corporate agent whose bosses would prefer if she conveniently died, are sent to go and look for him: a token effort, one that’s obviously concealing something. Ironclads‘ narrator is the leader of this group of soldiers, an ordinary grunt who’s managed to survive his army career so far through a combination of luck and skill, and, despite his class resentment, doesn’t really seem like he can imagine doing another job. The trail of the missing Scion leads these four through the middle of the warzone – naturally – and sees them encounter giant robots, weird altered wildlife, local civilians, and representatives of the mysteri­ous power to the north: Finland, which has been enhancing or altering its soldiers (and perhaps its ordinary citizens) biologically in ways which completely freak out the Americans, and make the local Swedish folk fairly worried, too.

Tchaikovsky has a deft hand with his world­building, sketching the details of this (frighten­ingly plausible in some respects) future in quiet asides and off-handed mentions: there’s a Libertar­ian Church of Christ which seems to be America’s official state religion; institutional sexism and racism seems to have gotten even worse than the present – one of the characters is an extremely competent black woman whose perspective, seen through the eyes of the narrator, provides us with a little more insight into the horrifying injustices of this future than the narrator and his two male companions would alone – and transnational corporations are encouraging international wars to control and profit from the outcomes and the redistribution of power.

The wars of Tchaikovsky’s future use tech­nology that’s brutal, inhuman, and strangely awe-inspiring in its horror. The rich, as always, are shielded from the brutality that affects the rank-and-file, though the ways in which the rich here are shielded from consequences is merely an extension of the ways in which the upper classes have always been shielded from the kind of con­sequences that predominantly afflict ordinary people. The technological armour of corporate Scions permits them to treat battles as games for their amusement, since they cannot be harmed by conventional weaponry. Even other Scions are un­able to penetrate their armour, and are – it seems – unwilling to kill their peers if said armour fails.

As our narrator and his companions travel across the warzone, they find that a Finnish special operations person is willing to give them assistance. They’re not sure why, but it becomes clear that they were never intended to succeed at their original mission. Our narrator is too stub­born to give up, though, and so the team ends up in Stockholm… and uncovers the true reason the Scion has gone missing.

Tchaikovksy’s novella is short, sharp, and not as depressing as its premise might suggest. It’s a solid piece of near-future military science fiction. I enjoyed it. If you’re up for something grim and darkly funny, I recommend it, too.

Liz Bourke is a cranky queer person who reads books. She holds a Ph.D in Classics from Trinity College, Dublin. Her first book, Sleeping With Monsters, a collection of reviews and criticism, is out now from Aqueduct Press. Find her at her blog, her Patreon, or Twitter. She supports the work of the Irish Refugee Council and the Abortion Rights Campaign.

[alphascnsual]

Hudson found himself enjoying keeping the other flustered and blushing far too much and the devious thought had crossed his mind that he'd probably enjoy seeing those flushed cheeks and glistening lips underneath himself and making the other orgasm even more. He surprised himself with how much of a liking he was taking to the guy- but there was something undeniably ... innocent about him that attracted Hudson. Everyone in the world seemed so full it, whether it was deviousness or malice or some sort of bullshit superiority complex- all of it immediately tired him. But this guys aura seemed to do the opposite, he felt energized and riled up by Jonah's golden retriever persona. He wanted to both corrupt and protect the other.

He listened patiently as the other opened up to him about what he'd heard. Truthfully, it didn't affect him. It wasn't anything new and none of it bothered him. What he did like was Jonah's honesty about it. "And yet you still came out to see me," he pointed out with a little smirk, "Though I 'spect that was thanks to a lot of sweet talkin' from Luca," he cocked his head to the side, laughing lightly, "He's small but he could convince a mountain to move if you gave him enough time for it." He took a long sip of his drink, "And it'd only be a quick fuck and a ghost from me if you don't last very long," he teased lowly, smiling wickedly as he took another sip. He watched the other squirm and blush a little more at his observations and compliments and tried his best to not look like a cat toying with a mouse, but failed. Again, he let the other talk, quickly finding it to be the most entertaining part when he just let the beau ramble out all of his thoughts.

"We'll see just how 'bendy', 'energetic' and 'physically expressive' you are soon enough, beautiful," he countered, his voice still that low, silken tone so that despite them being in such a public setting, only Jonah could hear him and the intimacy in his inflection made it clear that the other was the only thing on his mind. The other was captivating to him; both in looks and personality and the overly romantic setting they found themselves in only amplified those things even more. As hyper-intelligent as Hudson was, there were moments where Jonah would tilt his head or flutter his eyelashes in just the right way that made all thoughts stop, except one which considered if it might just be possible to impregnate the other.

Then came time for the other to answer his most burning question- though he played it calm and cool as he had the rest of the dinner, never betraying just why he was so interested. He wondered if Jonah would finally disappoint him, if this would be where their flirtatious banter would come to an end because the other might reveal that he was intimidated by such a thing or that he wasn't nearly as lustful as he'd been portraying himself or, worse, that he looked down on those Hudson cared about most for their lifestyle. To the biker's utter delight, however, the boy began to blurt out what a seemed like a stream of consciousness that, unbeknownst to him, clicked something into place within Hudson that he'd never quite felt before.

After the other finished with his final plea, Hudson let them sit in silence for a few, drawn out moments- drawing them out even longer when the waiter arrived with their starter and he politely thanked the man and allowed him to top up their drinks. As the service professional sauntered away, Hudson turned his eyes back onto Jonah, "You're a fucking freak, you know that, right?" he pointed out simply, but before the other could respond or move, he moved his boot-clad foot under the table, hooking it under one of the legs of Jonah's chair and suddenly tugging it closer, forcing him to stay in place and be even nearer to him, "I like that about you ... I like that a lot ..." he let his stone-cold façade crack into a devilish smile.

"I've known Danny since we were kids," Hudson started explaining, then reaching his fork over to collect some of Jonah's food and then offering it to his mouth without question or ask, "We did everything together and we shared everything, we still do," he hummed, "When we were horny teenagers we talked about the kinds of partners we wanted and despite all our differences; we wanted the same thing," he smiled, "We both wanted someone we could look after, care for ... romance and adore and also someone who was a beautiful fuckdoll who let us use them whenever and however we liked," he licked his lips as he now took a bite of his own food, "And then he found exactly that in Luca," he smiled.

Hudson reached over and once again gently, but confidently, fed the other another bite of his food, "So, beautiful ..." he asked softly, his tone back to that dark, intimate one, their eyes locking as the picturesque restaurant seemed to fade away around them, "You gonna be my fuckdoll?"

Being too guarded or withdrawn certainly had never been an issue Jonah experienced; if anything, he had been on the opposite side of that spectrum for as long as he could think. He'd always been bubbly and sociable, putting his trust into others almost too easily and thinking of the whole world as his friend until he was proven otherwise. Of course he wasn't entirely naive; he had experienced many times that others broke his heart in one way or another, imposing on his kindness and good-natured personality. Maybe those experiences played a part in how determined he'd been to not let Hudson sway his opinion and charm him too easily. The guy Jonah had heard about - the self-centered, egotistical jock whose dark secrets and hidden skeletons people could only speculate about - wasn't the type of person he wanted to get close to. Because what was the point if he was bound to get hurt? If in the end, he'd feel like a naive idiot, letting some fuckboy play him and throw him away?

But intentions were one thing - reality was something entirely different, as Jonah quickly was beginning to learn. It didn't matter how stubbornly he had tried to remind himself of all the things he believed to know about Hudson; the other's words and action, his whole demeanor and vibe made it fairly impossible not to at least give him a chance. And as much as his handsome looks didn't hurt, Jonah was convinced the visual impression was not what had him second-guess his preconceived opinions of his date. It was all the small things, including how casually he called Jonah out on what his expectations had been, getting the blonde even a little more flustered with how spot-on he was with his joke about how the date could've gone. "I wouldn't have been shocked, yeah, I'll be honest", he admitted sheepishly, thinking back to Luca confidently insisting this would be a proper date, not some guy looking for Jonah to drain their balls in exchange for a movie and a milkshake. The cheerleader had been skeptical, grateful for his friend's efforts and yet expecting... well, anything but this. Hudson's charming self was outside of anything Jonah had imagined, the confidence exuding from the other coming across as highly attractive rather than off-putting. It left Jonah wondering which parts of the other's reputation were even based in reality, if any, and was getting him nervous and flustered for whole new reasons. Instead of waiting for the other shoe to drop as he'd anticipated, instead Jonah was hoping that he wasn't messing things up right now, that he wasn't accidentally losing out on a potentially great guy by not giving this the shot they both deserved.

"Most of them, probably, yeah", he admitted to the rumors about the jock having made their way to him. Admittedly, some of the stories sounded a little too far-fetched even for Jonah to believe, no matter how gullible he could be sometimes. But the essence of most of them did not feel too outlandish to match the overall persona Hudson seemed to present on the surface and from a distance. "Basically, I... I expected you to be kind of, you know, a jerk", Jonah confessed with a hint of regret in his tone. "I thought you were some cocky fuckboy who believes he's God's gift to mankind. Expect me to swoon over you because you're such a cool bad boy biker dude. I... kinda thought you'd want a quick fuck and then ghost me." It truly wasn't the most flattering for either of them; the brunette having this type of reputation, and Jonah having to admit that he'd been all too willing to buy into it. Knowing that Daniel and Luca were friends with Hudson had been the only piece in the puzzle that didn't want to make sense with the rest, but hearing the other talk, it was all starting to fit into one cohesive picture. Hearing him state that he didn't give a fuck about the opinions of other people, Jonah had no doubt in the unconditional truth of those words. His sense of empathy was developed well enough that he could tell there likely was more to this attitude - things too personal to pry about on a first date - but it showed a self-assuredness that Jonah recognized and admired. It was the same determination that he'd seen in his friend Luca's eyes when he had first learned about the full nature of the other's relationship. The feeling of being so at peace with oneself that the world's judgment did not matter in the least.

He was starting to get a sense for which parts of Hudson's reputation might be based in reality, how the other possibly kept most people at a distance which of course was an invitation for those people to feel afraid or rejected, to make up stories out of bitterness over the fact that Hudson expressed no need in having them close. Jonah was definitely glad that he'd agreed to give this date a chance, smiling as he felt that the athlete had allowed him a glimpse into who he actually was and which parts of his persona were based on other people's misconceptions. "Oh, wow, sounds like you know all the important basics", Jonah joked with a chuckle, blushing a bit more as he took a deep sip of his champagne when Hudson announced his intention to verify the things he'd already heard about him. On the one hand, he was surprised for a moment that his ass and flexibility of all things had been the points of discussion to talk the other into this date, but then again, it made sense knowing that Luca and Daniel had set them up. Knowing how intense and intimate their dynamic truly was, sexuality was an essential part of their happy relationship and Jonah did agree that chemistry was important to him as well. The idea of Hudson not being physically attracted to him was somewhat of a dealbreaker, and fortunately they didn't seem to have to worry about that. "No, but seriously... Yes, I can do the splits", he confirmed with a wink. "And I do have a great ass, haha. I'm a cheerleader now, but you know, I've always been the type to... express myself physically. I used to be a gymnast as a kid, then talked my Mom into signing me up for a dance class. So yeah, I'm very bendy and am a little too energetic for my own good", he chuckled.

Jonah's reluctance to give Hudson a fair shot had long dissipated, and with each passing minute, he was feeling more at ease and comfortable with the other. The only thought that was still had him nervous was the lingering question if his date was having as good a time as himself. Jonah was truly hoping so, praying he wasn't delusional in feeling the chemistry get stronger and the romantic ambience really fueling the attraction he felt. Or maybe it was the aphrodisiacs in the champagne? Grinning to himself at the thought, Jonah took another sip when Hudson caught him off guard as he asked about Daniel and Luca. He truly had not expected this topic to come up, mostly because he knew that most people weren't aware of the full extent of their friends' unique dynamic. Hearing that Hudson not only knew about Jonah's vacation adventure with the couple, but had shared intimate moments with them as well, had the blonde even more flustered than before. Gosh, the thought was... hot. He fully had not foreseen getting actively aroused while waiting for the food to arrive, but here they were...

To be fair, it was maybe not even meant to tease him; it was entirely possible that Hudson had chosen this topic of conversation without any further questions or ulterior motives in mind. Hearing each other's thoughts on this type of dynamic was quite an interesting and potentially relevant topic, after all. But still, Jonah couldn't quite hide the fact that speaking about it wasn't leaving him unaffected, absentmindedly biting his lip in arousal. "Wow, uhm... Luca didn't mention that you, uhm, knew about them", he mused - let alone that Hudson had joined them in the bedroom! Somehow Jonah couldn't help but feel like his friend had left this surprise for him on purpose. "So, yeah, it's definitely unique... But I, uhm..." Gosh, how warm did his face feel all of a sudden?! "First of all, I think it's great that they do what makes them happy, no matter what other people would maybe think. As for me, I... Well... I think it's so insanely hot", he blurted out, blushing as he looked out at the water, unsure what Hudson would think or how he'd react. Did he expect Jonah to judge Daniel and Luca? Did he think they were kinky perverts? "Like, I've never seen anything like when the two of them go at it. When I first heard them through the wall... Jesus Christ. The intensity, the passion... And I..." Could he blush any harder?! "I know it's not conventional, but personally, I think it's so insanely hot how Danny just... takes him. Simply to satisfy his needs. It's so primal. Like wild animals... Fuck..." He heard himself whisper, noticing how dry his mouth felt, how thirsty he'd become letting his mind wander. "Okay, don't judge me, please, alright? I mean, you asked..."

[axailslink]

Drop him in a heartbeat

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary: You and Riri are occasionally fucking but what if Riri wants you to be more than that?

Warning: ⚠️I know I write for the girlies and the gays but this character does have a male lover too but y'all ain't gone see much of that Riri and the reader just talk about it.

"Dude told me he was gone put a baby in me!" You and Riri have always had some crazy conversations and this definitely is the craziest one yet. "Hold on hold on so he was hitting it from the back and he said what!?" You laugh as you sit up on her lap shifting your tiny shorts "he said- actually and I quote "baby you feel so good I don't want to pull out" like what? Bitch that means you tryna impregnate me" Riri shakes her head "so I pushed him off me he wasn't about to put no kids in me I told him dick ain't never THAT serious to me I got a girl if I want something in me" Riri cocks her and you nod confirming your last spoken words "you told him about me?" "Fuck yeah he's my boy and all but trust and believe don't nobody come above my girl he the side piece he knows that and you know that." Riri doesn't even try to hide the smile that finds its way to her face "so... If I wanted you to drop him for me would you..?" It's your turn to cock your head but she's quick to back up her question "Hold on let me explain just think about it I'm smarter, finer, and I know your body better." You hum "so what? This your way of saying you want to do more than just fuck?" Riri shrugs "I mean yeah I've been trying to date you for a while now. So would you? Drop him?" You smile down at Riri "if you're willing to commit to dating me and dealing with all my bullshit and my jealousy and my sex drive I'll drop him in a heartbeat for you. No questions asked." Riri can't help but stare at you trying to see some smile or glance that indicates you're just messing around with her and that your words aren't serious but there are no signs.

"Do it" you shrug grab your phone and call him up "we got to stop fucking around" you can hear the many words coming out of his mouth but it doesn't matter because Riri is watching you waiting for you to completely be hers. "Wait nawl it ain't got nothing to do with that even though that whole "I don't want to pull out" shit was weird-" you feel Riri's body vibrate for moment beneath you she's laughing you shush her and return your attention to the call. "Honestly man it's as simple as I'm tired of what you giving I don't just want sex I got someone who's willing to give me more than that and also won't freak me out during sex too that's still mad weird." He asks who and you look at Riri as she's focusing on you "don't worry about that just know it ain't you" you hang up and toss your phone beside Riri's head. "So you all mine now?" You shrug "like I said in a heartbeat but you know what this means right?" Riri sits up holding herself up with one arm while the other stays glued on your ass "what?" "You got to deal with it all you ready for my jealousy? What about my needs? Not just sexually but I love princess treatment too and I'm mad annoying" Riri nods "yeah and that's what I've wanted I know what I signed up for. What you tryna give the run down like you some gangster? Girl you forgot who you were talking to or something?" You laugh and roll your eyes "okay miss Riri Williams you are doing a bit much Riri laughs and leans up to peck your lips.

"I think I'm doing just enough but uhm if ole boy calls you be prepared for my jealousy." You roll your eyes and as if you've summoned him your phone rings and you laugh as Riri grabs it but you're quick to snatch it back she cocks a brow and laughs "don't be trying to hide it I done seen the nudes already I got those before he did." You shake your head as you ignore the call "girl shut up I'm regretting dropping him he wasn't much of a talker you talk too much." Riri rolls her eyes "well guess what? You gotta get used to this cause you are locked in you can't go no where." You smile "I mean am I really? Because if I want to go all I have to do is turn on the fan and your lil ass will be fighting with God it'll blow you away like a leaf." Riri laughs "okay I'll give you that you can have that joke just remember that joke later on when you're upset that I won't let you reach your orgasm." You purse your lips "now it ain't ever that serious" she shrugs "yes it is because why did you have to get personal?" You shrug and shove her shoulder playfully pushing her back on the bed "why'd you have to get all butt hurt?" Riri smiles up at you "damn would you drop me in a heartbeat for someone else?" You blink for a moment but you don't answer her question because how the fuck were you supposed to react to that?

A/n: Riri is always barking up the wrong damn tree but I mean come on it's pretty in character in my mind. She attracts people that are obviously not good for her.

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[frenziedslashers]

Hello, I hope you’re having an amazing day/night! If you don’t mind and it doesn’t make you too uncomfortable. How do you think the slashers would react to the reader wanting kids/being pregnant? It can be a fem reader or a MtF idm. I just have really bad baby fever rn and love your work 🧡🧡

Hey I love this!! (Also they corrected themselves and put FtM!! I just deleted the other ask before screenshotting it >-<)

Slashers Reacting to Reader Wanting Kids Or Being Pregnant:

Thomas Hewitt:

Wanting Kids: I stongly believe this man has a breeding kink out the wazoo. He's seen his family member with kids and just LOVES them. He would be so excited if you expressed an interest in them! He would want to get to work ASAP! And if you express the interest while in bed? Well damn, don't expect just one round that night, he's going until he's sure you're stuffed full of him and he's certain you'll be carrying his kid.

Getting you Pregnant: Now, I am assuming you mean the slasher impregnating reader, so that's what I'm going off- but he'd be so excited! Oh my gosh he would be so happy and telling Luda right away if it's alright by you! Expect him to be extra protective with you though. The last thing he needs is you getting hurt, let alone his little baby growing in you. So he'd be papmpering you a lot more than usual. And when you start showing? Ugh, this man is going to be a MESS. Gonna go absolutely feral when he sees your stomach and breasts growing. Expect a bunch of praise from him. Because your body is definitely his temple by this point.

Bubba Sawyer:

Wanting Kids: Like Tommy, this man has a breeding kink out the wazoo. He wants so badly to have kids of his own, and when you come around he's sure that he can act out those wants. He doesn't bring it up, but you can tell by how fatherly he can be with certain animals or just the way he acts when kids get involved with victims. When you express an interest in kids he's literally so happy. He's a babbling mess and trying to tell you how much he loves you and how much he wants nothing more than kids with you, but he's just so excited he can't form anything other than a bunch of rambles. He definitely gets to work right away, he can't wait.

Getting you Pregnant: The moment he finds out you're pregnant he's on his knees holding you. His face pressed against your stomach crying with you. He's so thrilled, that he sort of forgets that he needs to be the strong one. Not the one crying because he's going to be a father soon. Not only that but he tells all of his family, this won't be a secret even if you asked him to keep it a secret. He may have some days where you have to hold him and remind him how good of a father he'll be though. He worries a lot, and he has his moments. Just be there for him and everything will be alright, though.

OG Michael Myers:

Wanting Kids: He'd tilt his head when you express your want for kids. He's kind of the wrong guy to be telling this. He thinks you should have thought about this before you got with him, because he's too posessive to let you go, but he also doesn't really have an interest in kids.. He doesn't mind cumming in you though, it gives him a sense that he owns you. Leaving his seed in you, marking you up from the inside so everyone knows you're his and only his.

Getting you Pregnant: If you get pregnant he won't be sure how to react. Expecially when your hormones kick in. He might even get a bit annoyed with it, hating all of the situation... Until you start showing. Then his curiosity peaks, and he finds a fascination with your body as you go through the stages. The way your stomach grows, your breasts swelling. Your random cravings, your peaks of horniness... It all strikes his interest and he finds himself enjoying the pregnancy, but not so much the thought of having a kid of his own? If that makes sense? When the baby is finally born he's internally freaking out, though he denies it with a stoic face when you ask. But you can see the panic in his eyes. You've been with him long enough to know when he's lying. When you finally get him to hold the baby though, and see the way his face softens as he looks down at it. He thinks maybe this won't be so bad. That maybe.. He has another reason to keep fighting. Another person to keep safe under his care. Though, he may distance himself from you and the baby at first before he truly gets used to the little person.

RZ Michael Myers:

Wanting Kids: Ever since his little sister Boo was born he'd had an interest in kids. They were so cute and fun, plus his little sister was amazing, and grew up to be amazing. Even if she didn't take a liking to him too well- But you actually want kids with him? When you first bring it up he glares. Thinking you're messing with him. Some sick joke to see his reaction, but when he realizes that you aren't kidding he's thinking long and hard on it. Give him some time, it'll take him some time to think it over! You only brought it up once. But it'll be on his mind constantly, and I moment he decides pumping a baby in you wouldn't be so bad. Then he's making sure it'll happen.

Lester Sinclair:

Getting you Pregnant: he's not too verbal, but he's more physical than OG Michael. Also EXTREMELY protective. This man will be watching like a hawk, and he will be doing his best to take care of you. Especially when you start showing. He's gonna be a bit touchy, too. He's just curious, and if you let him feel when the baby starts kicking? Oh bboy, he's gonna be smiling like an idiot behind his hair. Biting it back so he didn't look as excited as he really was. He might even hold him hand on your stomach while you sleep. Just to feel the little thumps and kicks, pretending like he wasn't just smiling at the feeling like a fool when you wake up and catch him. He was just being protective, that's it.

Wanting kids: this man is very nervous around kids. Sure, they're cute 'n' all, but he's never been too into the thought of having any of his own. But when you bring it up he feels his heart swell with love. "A kid.. With li'l' ol' me?" When you say yes he's smiling and red, he even feels his eyes slightly water up. He's never felt more happy. He'd happily give you kids, you may have to remind him how good of a father he'll be, but he can't say no to you.

Bo Sinclair:

When you're pregnant: He'll probably end up shouting out of pure joy or cry. There's no in between. He might even do both. He's just so happy and he can't help himself! The love of his life is having his baby! Oh, but then he get nervous. What if the kid hates him? What if he's a bad dad? What if something happens? You'll have to reassure this sweet man that he'll be an amazing father and you know it, because lets be honest. He would be. When you're getting close to having the kid Lester spends more time at home with you. Too afraid of leaving you at home by yourself. Jonesy would be by your side always too, and Lester would love the sight. His best friend next to you. And he definitely kisses and talks to your tummy all the time. Got make sure that baby knows its daddy loves em <3

Wanting kids: He's gonna say no at first. Kids are a hassle in his eyes and he hates to thought of becoming a ffather. Last thing he needs is to find out He's just as bad of a father as his own was. So he'll say no for a long while. Then some people come through town with a little kid a he swears his heart stops when he sees you interact with the kid. Maybe kids aren't too bad of an idea...

Vincent Sinclair:

You pregnant: this man is experiencing more emotions than you are right now. He's happy, thrilled even, but he is so scared. So fearful his kid will hate him or that the two of you will get hurt, or even that the towns too dangerous for a little kid to be living in. But with his brothers and more specifically your reassurance. He's finally thinking this is the best idea you've ever had. He really wants a little boy. To show how to shoot guns and work on trucks. To pass on his legacy, but if he gets a girl??? Oh, he's gonna be so happy. He would love her more than life itself. And if you have twins??? He's simply passing away.

Wanting kids: He would hate the idea for a while. It would take some convincing but after a while he would cave in. Especially when he starts thinking long and hard about you with a baby in your arms. Raising a kid with you couldn't be that bad.

When you're Pregnant: He'd be.. very hesitant to be around you for a while. I mean, he's already really insecure and when you get Pregnant he's internally freaking oout. When you coax him into being around you he'll calm down and do everything he can to be there for you. He'd definitely do his best to keep you away from tourists. Last thing he needs is a rogue tourists hurting you or his baby. When the babies born he's going to be so frightened. It'll take a lot to get him to touch the baby, but when he does he doesn't wanna let go. Until it starts crying, then he might freak out a little. He's definitely gonna baby the shit out of the kid. And the kids' uncles sure as hell will too.

[enigmaticxbee]

S11 Rewatch - Dialog

Voiceovers: The Struggle intro voiceovers continue this season with a CSM diatribe opening the season in 11x01 My Struggle III and William/Jackson giving us his villain origin story to end the season in 11x10 My Struggle IV. We actually get a lot of voiceovers this season, from narrating flashbacks like Reggie in 11x04 The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat to visions like Scully in 11x05 Ghouli to visualizations like Mulder in Ghouli explaining his theory of the crime scene. We also got intros like the AI in 11x07 Rm9 and ending voiceovers like Dave’s in 11x06 Kitten.

Catch Phrases: They pulled way back on the catch phrase craze from the first season of the revival. No “trust no one” or “truth is out there this season”. Mulder and others do use “I want to believe” in 2 episodes, and it’s used in the tagline of a third. Of course they still talk a LOT throughout the season about “truth” and “trust” and “belief”.

It’s Me: More “it’s me”ing this season - from both Mulder and Scully in MSIII, from Scully (and Reggie lol) in The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat, and from William as Mulder in MSIV (how did he know!). Only phone conversations between Mulder and Scully in 4 episodes - of course MSIII and MSIV with all that Mulder driving time to fill. The one in The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat is very cute, with Scully trying to get ahold of Mulder all day to firm up their dinner date plans and then hanging up on him when she’s had enough Squatchin talk.

It’s Me: More “it’s me”ing this season - from both Mulder and Scully in MSIII, from Scully (and Reggie lol) in The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat, and from William as Mulder in MSIV (how did he know!). Only phone conversations between Mulder and Scully in 4 episodes - of course MSIII and MSIV with all that Mulder driving time to fill. The one in The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat is very cute, with Scully trying to get ahold of Mulder all day to firm up their dinner date plans and then hanging up on him when she’s had enough Squatchin talk.

Scuuullllaaaaayy! Muullllderrrr!: Scully only yells for Mulder in one episode (the finale) but Mulder yells for Scully in 4, so there is that. We do get some good Wiiillliiaaaaaam! in the finale too.

Memorable Lines:

- CSM:.. impregnated her with science… (11x01 My Struggle III) 😑

- Mulder: Who needs Google when you got Scully? Scully: Right? (11x02 This)

- Mulder: Everything we feared came to pass. How the hell did that happen? (11x02 This)

- Scully: I don’t care if it came out of an alien’s butt. I’m gonna eat the whole thing. (11x02 This)

- Scully: Why do you operate so well with your hands cuffed behind your back? Mulder: As if you didn’t know. (11x02 This) 😏

- Scully: Can you hold me? (11x03 Plus One) 🥺

- Mulder: I’ll come push your wheelchair with my wheelchair. (11x03 Plus One) 🥺

- Scully: We’ll think of something. (11x03 Plus One) 😏

- Scully: Come back to bed. (11x03 Plus One) 🥳

- Mulder: Scully, put a dimmer on that afterglow… (11x03 Plus One) 😉

- Scully: Well this is romantic. Mulder: Isn’t it! (11x04 The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat)

- Mulder: I’m Fox freaking Mulder, you punks! (11x04 The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat)

- Reggie: But maybe the point wasn’t to find the truth, but to find each other. And no matter where we go in our lives, we will always have the memories of our time together, and no one can take those away or alter them in such a way to make us doubt that they actually happened. (11x04 The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat)

- Scully: I want to remember how it was. I want to remember how it all was. (11x04 The Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat)

- Scully: Bob? Mulder: Like I wanted to explain Fox for the millionth time? (11x05 Ghouli)

- Scully: I don’t know if you are who I think you might be. But if you are William this is what I’d say. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that I didn’t get a chance to know you. Or you get a chance to know me, or your father. I gave you up for adoption, not because I didn’t want you, or because you were any less loved. I was trying to keep you safe. I hope you know that… And maybe - maybe I should have had the courage to stand by you. But I thought I was being strong, because it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done… I mean to let go. And to know that I was gonna miss your whole life. But it turns out that this is the hardest thing. To see the outcome. And how I failed you… I need you to know that I never forgot you. And I thought, I felt that even recently, that we were gonna somehow be reunited… I wish I could have been there to ease your pain. Oh, my god, this is so inadequate… I’m just so sorry. I’m so sorry. (11x05 Ghouli)

- Skinner: …if given the choice between advancing my career by being blindly loyal to some faceless puppeteers pulling strings from the shadows or to throw in with you two, make no mistake about it, I’d make the same decision every single damn time. (11x06 Kitten)

- Mulder: You suck Mr. phone. (11x07 Rm9sbG93ZXJz)

- Scully: Poor! Awful! Terrible! Never again! (11x07 Rm9sbG93ZXJz)

- Mulder: Agent Scully’s also a medical doctor, and damn good at her job. (11x08 Familiar)

- Mulder: Did you get your hair cut? Scully: Are you kidding me? (11x09 Nothing Lasts Forever)

- Mulder: I finally know why I’m not a Christian, Scully. My parents never got me a puppy. (11x09 Nothing Lasts Forever)

- Scully: I believed I could protect our son, and I failed. I believed that we could live together, and I fled. I gave up on that, too. (11x09 Nothing Lasts Forever)

- Mulder: I don’t know if any God is listening, but I’m standing right here, and I’m listening. Right beside you. I’m all ears. That’s my choice. (11x09 Nothing Lasts Forever)

- Scully: That’s not my four-year-old self looking for a miracle. That’s my leap of faith forward. And I’d like to do it together. Mulder: I’ve always wondered how this was gonna end. (11x09 Nothing Lasts Forever)

- Scully: William was an experiment… I carried him, and I bore him. But I was never a mother to him… (11x10 My Struggle IV) 😵‍💫

[ikevamp-shrine]

Thank you @yanderepuck​ for giving me the courage to post this😊❤

Please ignore the crappy drawing of her, but that's kinda what she appears like in my mind. I will be writing with her character in future posts.

Name: Elizabeth Tudor

Vampire Type: Lesser Vampire

Height: 5’4

Birthday: September 7th

Occupation: Former Queen of England

Appearance: 

Long, curly (and extremely thick) strawberry blonde hair, fair skin, red lips, and intense icy blue eyes. Her stance is strong, regale, and respectable. Her skin is littered with smallpox scars (only a few, very unnoticeable ones residing on her face, neck, and hands). Her expression is usually blank and unreadable. Her movements are controlled and polite. Her brows thick and stomach soft. Legs long and fingers thin and graceful. There are patches of freckles on her shoulders that mix with her scars causing a unique blend of color. Thick thighs and pale, maintained feet. Smaller breasts.

Childhood:

When her brother, Edward, was born from her father and his new wife, Catherine, her line to the throne was pushed back even further (she was declared third in line). Thankfully she was not neglected instead her father, known for his cruelty, treated all his children with affection and love. She became very close with her half brother and was said to be inseparable. She was also very close with and benefited from the love her step mother, Catherine, showed her.

When her brother, Edward, was born from her father and his new wife, Catherine, her line to the throne was pushed back even further (she was declared third in line). Thankfully she was not neglected instead her father, known for his cruelty, treated all his children with affection and love. She became very close with her half brother and was said to be inseparable. She was also very close with and benefited from the love her step mother, Catherine, showed her.

She was taught a rigorous education normally only given to male heirs and was applauded for her perseverance and memory. She became fluent in French and Italian which profited when conducting diplomacy years later. Her involvement with the Reformation shaped the course of the nation, but she held no interest in religion.

With her father’s death, her step mother married the lord high admiral, Thomas, which resulted in his decapitation due to his intent to rape and impregnate Elizabeth forcing her to marry him in order for him to rule the kingdom. He was said to be overly flirtatious and acting inappropriately familiar with the young girl when around her (which one of the reasons she doesn’t like Arthur, his flirtatious nature reminds her of her past).

She was raised around sexism and taught that women were likely to act on impulsion and passion making them unfit to rule. Men were taught the arts of war and told they are the ones who dominate women while women were urged to keep their head down, mouth shut, and attend their needlework. She had remained unmarried, her want to remain single overshadowing any thoughts of seeking out relations with a man. She was rumored to have burst out in tears when Queen Mary, her older sister, had proposed to marry Elizabeth to a duke. This became a national concern when Elizabeth became queen and refused to take a husband, going against the belief that a woman’s place was a wife. It also raised worries that she would die childless, ending her bloodline, and giving Elizabeth’s title to Mary, Queen of Scots, a catholic posing a threat to the Protestants of England.

Dislikes: 

her privacy being intruded on, loud talking, 3am, those who play weak and stupid or whine to get what they want, people who are lazy but still expect to reach their goals, women who chase men and believe they need a man to be successful in life, messy rooms, fake personalities and cheaters (in both games and relationships)

Likes: 

walks in the garden at midnight, the sound of the birds singing their life’s song as the warmth of the day’s first rays of sun trace her skin, reading, learning new things, burning candles, smiling faces, happy children, the smell of freshly baked bread, warm blankets, animals, the laughter of children, hunting, dancing, and horseback (bareback more often than naught)

Personality: 

She appears cold at first because of her bluntness and blank (almost annoyed) expression. Unreasonably serious with a strong sense of duty, responsibility, and morals. She is a firm believer in working harder than everyone else to achieve greatness. A highly intelligent woman that believe women are equal to their male counterpart. Extremely stubborn in a non-disrespectful way. She is adaptable, disciplined, dignified, and confident with a wit and tongue as sharp as, if not sharper, than any of the residents. She is blunt, doesn’t sugarcoat the truth, and is always honest. Focused, logical, and exceedingly loyal to those she decides to put her trust in. She is protective and straightforward but rather quiet. She tends to keep to herself. She is paranoid and distrustful when meeting new people but will not show it. She tries to work on it, but she can be very vengeful when it comes to people betraying her or hurting those she loves.

Preferred company: 

Theo, Leonardo, Isaac, Jean, Vincent

Relationships (platonic, romantic, etc.):  

Jean- platonic with a chance of something more

Has a deep understanding with Jean. They don’t really talk about each other to each other; their conversations mainly consist of stiff, dead toned jokes that you wouldn’t be able to tell they were jokes until specified. She is one of the few people that has actually seen a sober Jean smile. He is extremely protective of her and will stand behind her just so he has the peace of mind that her back is guarded. If she asked, he would show her what is under his eye patch, no matter what lingering emotions he has on the ‘ugliness under the fabric’. His blade is always ready, his mind perfectly clear, when it comes to the safety and well being of the woman he had found himself connecting to in ways no one had before. Often, they go horse back riding together, Napoleon will sometimes accompany but its only when her and the former solider are alone does she throw her head back, her laughs unrestrained while the wind rips through her hair and clothing. Jean will race her and chuckle at how free she looks, but of course she doesn’t hear. Spares with and helps better the woman’s defenses and attacks along with Napoleon  

Mozart- platonic

Sometimes Mozart look for her and demand Elizabeth to listen to his new piece until she raises an eyebrow, daring him not to correct his wording. He’ll swallow thickly and glance off to the side, a scoff on his lips as he apologizes. She’ll nod and follow him to music room. Mozart will stare at her impatiently until she gives her honest (and extremely blunt) opinion. He values her words and while alone the pianist will replay the slight quirk of her lips as she praised his efforts. He has a small obsession with her and it drives him insane

Vincent- brotherly platonic and Theo- they horny for each other but don’t want to cross that line of friendship so they dance around their feelings while making out every once in a while

Has a soft spot for Theo and Vincent because their relationship makes her think of her brother. She only sees Vincent as a brother and will only allow him to do her makeup when he asks to, but with Theo its completely different. She sees Theo as a partner, a man she shares many values and goals with. She respects him and their shared opinions on responsibility and productivity. They understand each other intuitively and can conversate with just fleeting touches and quick glances of their eyes. There is a thick sexual tension that builds between them overtime resulting in hurried, frantic, sloppy kisses in hallways where the couple battle for dominance by pushing each other against walls and gripping roughly at the other’s clothing

Napoleon- just housemates (not friends or lovers)

She can and usually feels uncomfortable when around Napoleon. She has chalked it down to the fact they are both the leader ‘alpha’ types that ruled enemy lands. Truly, they just don’t have much in common and find it hard to build a meaningful relationship. Spares with and helps better the woman’s defenses and attacks along with Jean

Arthur- just housemates

Can sometimes get too snippy with Arthur. While she does find enjoyment in his jokes at times, she despises the sexual aspects of the author. Finds his skirt chasing habits understandable but disgusting. Admires his intelligence but can’t stand how he is able to tell you where have been just by the dust on your hand (she likes her privacy). Will play chess and pool with him even though she knows she will lose just because she enjoys playing. Will sometimes have deep conversations with Arthur in front of the fire place, both nursing a glass of alcohol, their eyes never leaving the fire as to not break the imaginary protective barrier around the two that eye contact will shatter. Smirks at his quirks and jokes sometimes and it literally makes Arthur’s heart leap because ‘damn a queen just found amusement in my joke.’ He internally freaked out the first time he met her mainly because the mansion now had two previous rulers instead of one and the newest one scared the living daylights out of him.

Comte- there is nothing between them

Doesn’t trust Comte as far as she can throw him. She can see the darkness in his heart and his past behind his eyes. She can see the death he’s caused- the pain, and while she knows that she, herself, has caused the death of many, she still has a deeply rooted gut feeling telling her to stay away from the pureblood. He wants her trust but soon realizes her opinion on him is similar to Jean’s. She will not take any gifts other than what is necessary from him (ex. Dresses for parties)

Dazai- just housemates

Dazai tries avoiding her. He feels suffocated when around and the victim of her stare. He feels as if her eyes and actions pick him apart and leave his in his barest, rawest form, and it scares him to no end. She does find his window habit hilarious though and will give him a hand up when he falls

Shakespeare- they don’t get involved with each other

She can tell Shakespeare’s mind is being manipulated, by what is the question she has yet to reveal though. She can tell he is dangerous. One who’s actions are watched and controlled by another always are. His unpredictable nature and mysterious, secret filled smile is what causes her to feel uneasy around him. She doesn’t ignore him, but she doesn’t want to be involved with the playwright and his actions so she tends to just quietly leave the room when he enters. He is polite to her and compliments her when they do talk but his fancy wording sometimes annoys Elizabeth, especially when she just wants to get away from him. She believes he is a good man at heart lead astray by forces more powerful than him, but still finds his company rather unnecessary. 

Sebastian- they respect one another, are not friends but have decent conversations

Has an interesting relationship with Sebastian. She wouldn’t call him a friend, she has very few of those so it is understandable, but she does respect him for his work ethic just as he respects her for her accomplishments and standing in history. She let him interview him once and nearly laughed out loud from how excited he got. They always have a cup of coffee or tea in the morning together, Elizabeth not quite woken up yet so they sip in comforting silence. Sebastian usually asks how she slept and she responds by telling him about her dreams if she had one. She’ll end up helping him cook breakfast.

Leonardo- friends with a chance of something more

Elizabeth appreciates Leonardo’s straightforwardness and honesty, so they have a decent trusting relationship, but his matureness makes her feel like a little girl again and it bothers her. Her thoughts tend to be: she was a queen; she ruled a country with a strength that rivaled even the greatest men, she should not look at this chain-smoking man with admiration in her eyes like a giddy school girl, flustered over a boy telling her she is cute, while around the Italian. The start of their relationship was rocky, due to Elizabeth’s personal feelings on the man- Leonardo could have cared less, but soon enough they started to appreciate each other’s qualities. Leonardo is mainly the only one she allows to touch her hair. They often speak Italian together on the balcony as Leonardo smoke a cigarillo and Elizabeth reads.

Isaac- they have the chance of being more than friends but their relationship is mainly just comforting one another through their presence and (when needed) touch- they also trust each other whole heartedly

Adores Isaac and will purposely sought him out just so she can listen to his calming ramblings while he tinkers away, a book in her hand and two cooling cups of coffee on the surface closest to the pair. He gets so red around her; at times he turns snow white from the intensity in her gaze and how her eyes never stray from her company. They share an endless loyalty to each other. Neither knows when the bond form, it just happened on its own (and very suddenly). Isaac has lost control and bit her but instead of reacting in anger she accepted it and pulled him closer, shuddering with each frenzied suck against her neck, her nails gently scratching the scalp of a whimpering Isaac. When Isaac finally came to his senses, he tried pulling away, his voice thick with unshed tears as his panicked words rang through the air until Elizabeth grabbed him and held him close, shushing Isaac as he trembled with regret and guilt in her arms. They had held each other for hours until they feel asleep in each other embraces. Isaac will link pinkies with Elizabeth when he is being picked on without realizing it for support and something to ground him so his thoughts don’t run too wild. Elizabeth will just glare and clear her throat and Arthur will shut his mouth while looking at the former queen as if he was a kicked puppy. She has a habit of fixing his clothing or hair after he nervously pulls, picks, or twists at it- Isaac doesn’t even notice it after a while. His face does burn intensely though when she places a hand on his overactive, bouncing knee when he is anxious.

Fun facts:

Due to her makeup being poisoned by her undetermined enemy, which resulted in her death, she refuses to wear any cosmetics other than what Vincent personally makes (learned how to from Leonardo) and puts on her skin himself when going to events if he asks to.

She tends to wear clothing that covers all skin other than her neck and face when leaving the mansion due to children being scared by her smallpox scars.

She usually never strays from wine unless her emotions become a little too overwhelming for her to just push the feelings down, only then will she drink something stronger.

Elizabeth is a quiet, peaceful drunk that tends to curl up on the couch, her shoes discarded on the floor, her hair loose and flowing over the decorative pillow she’ll grab and hug tightly to her chest.

She died a virgin and has remained one ever since her resurrection.

The former queen is hesitant to allow others to touch her hair from her past concerning the loss of said strands (a result of surviving smallpox), but if she trusts someone enough and knows they’ll be gentle she’ll let them style the curls, even if she is tense the entire time.

Prefers to braid her hair herself and wrap in into a bun due to the protective nature of the style.

Loves sleeping in but is often unable to due to insomnia.

She is highly particular when it comes to cleaning and organization. She has told Sebastian not to worry about cleaning her things or doing her laundry, instead she does it herself with up most focus and determination.

When she does open up or is around the boys long enough, they realize her heart is truly kind and nurturing instead of what she appears when first met (a cold-hearted woman with a resolve like steel). This is especially apparent when around animals.

She is very sarcastic and doesn’t mean any harm but usually her joking words sound hateful due to her dead tone and blank face.

Her voice is deeper and soothing, most times holding no emotion which creeps Dazai and Arthur out

Lives by “no pain no gain”

Doesn’t waste her breath on hate- if she doesn’t like someone or feels as if she can’t trust them then they just don’t exist to her. She won’t hesitate to cut someone off without warning.

Has a bad habit of bottling her emotions which causes her to explode when pushed over the edge resulting in one of the very rare moments where her anger creates an electric static in the room that demands the attention of anyone present. She doesn’t shout or scream but her words are sharper than a blade, her eyes burn with a fiery rage while she takes control of the room, overwhelming anyone (even Napoleon) and making them feel as if they are an ant beneath her boot.

Her eyes freak many people out- they feel as if the ice like orbs are staring straight into their soul, picking apart their insides, leaving nothing but shredded organs and an empty husk of what used to be a strong mind.

Can always tell when someone is lying. It’s a gut feeling, and her gut is always right.

She still wears her coronation ring on her wedding finger as a sign of her symbolic marriage to her people and country

[louiseleblancdiggory]

hello! I saw that someone was asking you rowaelin as ts songs and I wonder if you could do cruel summer?

So. Many. References!! I hope you like this, because I can certainly picture this scene perfectly. I have a few TS rowaelin prompts, so I might do a whole masterlist just for it separated by albums..... Anyways, enjoy!!

Cruel Summer

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Aelin was already used to the smell of beer and loud music by now.

When she and Lysandra had just finished freshman year of college, both decided to ditch the dorms and look for an apartment off campus. Everything was either extremely expensive, too far away from campus or both. They were about to give up and just spend another year in the university’s dorms when they found an apartment.

Well, it was more like a shoe box, but it worked just fine. There were two small bedrooms, one bathroom and a living room with a kitchen. Aelin and Lys had almost no money for furniture, so a lot of the space in the apartment was filled with bean bag chairs and thick rugs instead of actual chairs and tables. The painting was fading, the constant need to call a handyman was exhausting but Aelin found it somewhat… comfy.

The rent wasn’t expensive at all and Aelin discovered why the day she moved. The apartment was right above a dive bar, and the thing was kept open 24/7 from Friday to Sunday, opening every day of the week and closing around three in the morning. The music was so loud all the time that sometimes the floor shook. Whenever they opened their windows, the suffocating smell of alcohol would impregnate the apartment.

That was fucking torture during the first days.

Two years later, Aelin found the loud sound and constant smell of beer reassuring, steadying. She and Lys had lived so much shit in that apartment that it stopped being an ugly shoe box and became a home. An ugly home, but a home nonetheless.

Around two months after moving upstairs, Rolfe, the bar owner, offered them jobs at the Sea Dragon. They lived right above it, he said, and so he could alleviate them from a part of their rent and pay a normal salary at the same time. Always in the need of money, both Lys and Aelin accepted.

The dive bar wasn’t shabby, at least not for the neighborhood it was in. It was a hole-in-the-wall, red stools near the bar and a few dark wooden tables around the room. With some pool tables, an old jukebox and an almost never working vending machine, the place looked like it had been left in the 50s. The uniforms were all black, but the shirts were tight button downs and the skirts were pleated.

Aelin fucking loved that place.

She worked there the double amount of hours than Lys did, and she enjoyed herself immensely. She loved choosing the next song and flirting with some customers. She adored teasing old patrons when they were losing at a pool game, and she discovered that she was great making drinks.

The Sea Dragon was Aelin’s little heaven. She worked there the whole weekend, never missing a day. Sometimes during the summer she would work there every day.

And that’s when she met him.

The first time Aelin had seen Rowan Whitethorn during the summer before junior year, she almost dropped the drinks she was holding.

He was standing by the vending machine, the faint blue glow making his silver hair shine. He had a frown on his face, but not even that managed to make him look any less attractive. Dark green eyes, a straight nose and hard features, Aelin wanted him from the second her eyes fell upon his figure.

She gave the drinks to Lysandra, murmuring what table they were supposed to go before walking up to him.

“Any problems?” She said as a way of greeting. The man was staring at the vending machine as if it had personally offended him.

“Aye. It ate two dollars of mine and I didn’t get those disgusting candies you Americans like.” He said, not turning away from the vending machine. Aelin bit her lip, both at his very hot and strong Scottish accent and to hold her laughter in because of the expression on his face.

“You’ll have to be more specific, sir. I can name twenty disgusting American candies from the top of my mind in ten seconds.” She was smiling, her voice tone soft. At that, he turned his head to her, eyes widening slightly. Aelin’s smile grew at that. “Unfortunately this vending machine has a mind of its own. Maybe if you ask gently or smack it violently, it will spew your candy.”

He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “You work here? Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m Rowan.”

“Nah, don’t worry.” She gestured with her hand. “This vending machine is a bitch. You can try punching if you’d like.”

“Your asking me to vandalize your work place?”

She shrugged, turning her head to the bar and shouting. “Rolfe! Can he punch your useless vending machine?”

Rolfe turned to her, staring at both of them and the vending machine before shrugging too. “It’s not like that thing can break. It’s probably older than you by now, blondie.”

Aelin turned back to Rowan. He was looking at her with awe and slight fear. “Go ahead and punch it.”

“I won’t punch your vending machine.”

“Rolfe’s vending machine.”

“Semantics.”

Aelin merely shrugged, walking back to the bar. “Your loss, Rowan.”

“I didn’t catch your name!” He shouted at her, but didn’t move in her direction. She smiled, his accent sounding like music to her ears.

“Because I didn’t tell you!” She shouted back.

After that, for the rest of the summer, Rowan had been to the bar every weekend. Sometimes he would bring in some friends, sometimes he would just sit there and talk to Aelin whenever she had some free time. He was there to do his last two years of college in Boston, his small group of friends joining him. Rowan liked to talk about Scotland and hear about the States whenever Aelin had free time to talk to him, and after a few weeks she would bribe Lysandra into taking more shifts so she could spend more time with Rowan.

When Friday arrived, Aelin would wait excitedly for his and his friend’s arrival. They were a lively group, all five of them, joking and drinking all the time. Aelin would constantly pass by their tables just to hear their lovely accent laced with alcohol and laughter.

It was obvious that Rowan was interested in her, just as it was obvious that Aelin was interested in him, too. Rowan was an extremely nice and hot guy, and Aelin found herself always at ease and laughing around him. There was no pressure, no expectations. Aelin had left clear since the beginning that she wasn’t interested in a relationship. Ever.

 She didn’t mention that it was because of her last one, and Rowan had said that it was the same for him. He had broken up with his five years girlfriend the year before moving, and Aelin got goosebumps just from thinking about dating someone again.

The whole relationship was about… fun.

They slept together during the whole summer, becoming friends while doing it. When classes started again, they remained friends who eventually fucked, both agreeing that the other one could end it the moment they felt like it. Both agreeing that there were no romantic ties, no deep and hidden feelings. It was cool, a new sort of heaven with no rules.

Until there was. Until there were ties and feelings and that perfect heaven seemed very breakable.

Until Aelin became a part of Rowan’s routine, and until Aelin found herself too at ease around him. It had been a natural shift, one that Lysandra had said it was bound to happen. Both were on pre-med together, both spent most of their free time together too. They were great friends, slept together and were single. According to her best friend, it was only a matter of time until their friendship became something more.

It had taken a whole year. Things were normal-ish until spring came. With spring break around, Rowan and Aelin spent every hour of the week together, usually at her apartment of at the bar. Rowan had gone so many times to the Sea Dragon, that Rolfe said he was considering buying him as a piece of decoration or as some sort of bar scarecrow to avoid fights. With his black clothes and serious face, Rowan looked like one bad boy from one of the cheap romance books Aelin always read, Rolfe told him while Aelin’s cheeks heated. Rowan had laughed at that, turning to Aelin with humorous smile, and she simply flipped him off.

It had been Aelin’s best week in a very, very long time. But the aftermath just made her freak out.

After Chaol, Aelin had absolutely no interest in getting into another relationship. Her six months with him had been enough to make her hate the prospect of sharing her life romantically with someone again. She didn’t need to find a new guy to open up just to have him throw all her insecurities and fears on her face again. No, Aelin was perfectly fine single.

She kept telling herself that, but every time Rowan was around the hesitation and fear would disappear from her mind. Every time he laughed with her, Aelin would feel her heart beating faster. She could barely contain her own smile when Rowan looked at her. She wanted to touch him all the time, wanted to be around him all the time.

Rowan didn’t seem nearly as hesitant of his romantic feelings towards Aelin, but that probably was due to the fact that he didn’t have a shitty ex haunting his thoughts all the time. Actually, Lyria was a lovely woman who had come to visit during winter and said more than once that Aelin should make a definitive move on Rowan. The girl had given Aelin her number and every now and then the two would talk. 

If Rowan had spent five years with someone nice and lovely as Lyria, an actual relationship with Aelin wouldn’t last two weeks. And Aelin would get hurt again. He had obviously hinted many times that he wanted a relationship, but Aelin had just played dumb every time.

She analyzed all her fears, all her emotions and how Rowan made her feel.

She was fucking terrified of all of it.

So she ditched.

By the end of spring, Aelin simply stopped talking to him after saying that she didn’t want a serious relationship at all. Classes were over, and whenever Rowan and his friends came to the bar the next weeks, Aelin would go upstairs and Lys would cover for her. Sometimes, Aelin would look out of her window during the night, hoping to see Rowan under it. It was a way of her seeing his face again but avoiding him seeing her.

It was absolutely miserable.

This time last year was when she had met Rowan, and if she stopped to think, she had been a completely different person. Lately, Aelin didn’t flirt with the customers anymore, instead she would be constantly thinking about flirting with Rowan. She couldn’t look at that stupid vending machine’s blue glow without remembering when she first met Ro. Everything in the Sea Dragon reminded her of him, and she hated it. She hated how he had invaded her space, her little heaven, her life, and messed everything up. She hated the hours he spent in her apartment because now he was also a concept of her home.

She hated how much she wanted him.

“Summer is a cruel bitch.” Aelin complained.

“You love summer.”

“I loved summer. Now it just feels like a knife going down straight to the bone.”

“Just go fucking talk to him, you stubborn prick.” Lysandra said and Aelin simply groaned.

“I could be bleeding out right now and he would be the last one to know.”

“You’re so dramatic, gods. You should be trying but you’re just screwing it up.” Lys frowned.

It was the first Friday in two years that Aelin wasn’t working on the Sea Dragon. Instead, she and Lys decided to have a game night and play some old game board they found in the Sea Dragon’s storage.

“I don’t want to get hurt.” Aelin mumbled, rolling the dice. Lysandra rolled her eyes at her best friend.

“You look hurt right now.”

“I’m happy right now.” Aelin lied, taking the dice and giving to Lysandra.

When Lys put them down, Aelin simply scowled. She didn’t want to have this conversation again. It was summertime again and she was supposed to be having fun, not moping around for a guy that wasn’t even her boyfriend.

“Baby.” Lys said, taking Aelin’s hands. “Chaol was a fucking asshole, we know, but Rowan is different. The two of you were friends for a year, acted like a couple for the most part of it, and he never acted like Chaol. What would change if you gave him a chance?”

“What if he hurts me, Lys? I dated Chaol for six months and didn’t even like him the way I like Rowan. And yet he broke my fucking heart.” Aelin sighed, rubbing her eyes with her palms. “Can you imagine how much worse it will be if Rowan does it?”

“But—“

“No.” Aelin said, getting up. She grabbed her phone, going to the apartment’s door. “I’m not interested. I’ll get over it. It’s just some stupid crush because I spent way too much time with him. I’ll be better off recovering from not having a relationship than I will from recovering from a broken heart. Again.”

“Ace…” Lys said, her face sad.

“I’m gonna go drink something. You coming?” Aelin asked, ignoring her friend’s pity. Lys simply shook her head, and Aelin left, slamming the door behind her.

She went down, entering the bar and pouring herself a drink. None of the baristas stopped her, all knowing her face all too well.

“Tough night, blondie?” Rolfe asked from where he was sitting at the other side of the balcony.

“Tough summer.” Aelin grumbled, taking the whole bottle of whatever she had just poured to herself. She took a swig and Rolfe didn’t even blink at that. After two years, Aelin knew what boundaries she could and couldn’t overstep.

“Your boyfriend was here earlier. Looked like shit, if you’re wondering.”

“I wasn’t. And he’s not my boyfriend.” Aelin drank again, her head already feeling lighter. “Never was.”

“Well he looked like it. For a whole year.” Rolfe looked at her, a small smile playing on his lips. “Is this because of Chaol?”

“Since when do you keep tabs on my love life, Rolfe?” She was too sober to have this conversation again. She took down three gulps, almost coughing at the alcohol burning down her throat.

“You’re my best waitress and you’re always here.” Rolfe laughed. “I probably know more about you than anyone else, blondie.”

Aelin rolled her eyes, but a smile played on her lips. Although Rolfe was an asshole most of the times, Aelin had grown to like him a lot. He was like an uncle sometimes— nosy but always there.

“Should I call him?” Aelin asked, drinking once more before she stared at Rolfe. She had been entertaining the idea for a while now, even though she wouldn’t ever admit that to Lysandra.

“I would.” He shrugged, pointing at the half empty bottle on her hand. She looked down. Whiskey apparently. “But I’d drink about two more of those before.”

For the first time in a while, Aelin actually chuckled. “Yeah, I think I’ll let drunk Aelin decide this.”

Rolfe grinned at her. “I’ll call you a cab when you come crying to me later about your silver headed fling.”

“A cab?” She raised an eyebrow.

“If you’re gonna declare your feelings while drunk, do it in style, sweetheart.” Rolfe winked at her. “Make a whole goddamn scene.”

Aelin stared at the vending machine when Rolfe left. She could feel the alcohol loosening her whole body, allowing her to think in a broader way than she would have allowed herself while sober.

She had fallen in love with Rowan, that much was obvious. It had been slow and almost imperceptible, but it had happened. Maybe a part of her had loved him since the first time she heard his heavy accent and saw his handsome face. Maybe she had started falling when he passionately talked about Scotland, or when he gave her his whole attention when she was the one talking about her childhood. Maybe it had been during their classes when Aelin saw how smart he was, and how much he also appreciated her own intelligence.

Maybe it had been a little bit in every single situation, every moment filling her heart a bit more.

She wanted him so bad, but she was also so scared of having her heart broken again.

She kept thinking for the next few hours, listing the pros and cons of trying something with Rowan.

“Better live regretting something you did than live your whole life regretting what you didn’t, right? Better to take years to recover than to spend the rest of your life wondering what it could have been.” Aelin said to herself, her words slurred. She was on her second bottle and the alcohol was certainly impacting her.

“Are you ok?” Ansel, the other barista, was looking at her strange.

“I’m drunk and talking to myself. Go to work, Briarcliff.” Aelin chided.

“You’re insane, Galathynius.” Ansel grinned, turning to another customer.

At that moment, Aelin made her decision. Her sober self would probably think it was insanity, so she needed to do that now. She needed to take action before she chickened out again.

“Rolfe! The cab!” Aelin shouted, hearing Rolfe’s rich laughter across the bar.

Five minutes later, Aelin was in the back of a cab, drunk out of her mind and with tears streaking down her cheeks. She didn’t really know why she was crying like a baby. Maybe a still lucid part of her was terrified to do what she was planning. Maybe some part of her was crying out of fear of rejection. Maybe the tears were due to her burning throat after so much whiskey.

Who the fuck cared?

“You can stop here please.” She pointed to a pretty house.

She had been there before during the last summer, almost every night when she wasn’t at the Sea Dragon. She would recognize that garden gate even if she was stripped away from her senses.

“Your boss already paid.” The driver said, smiling at her. “Good luck.”

Aelin nodded, a pit opening inside her stomach. “Thanks.”

Gods, what the fuck was she doing?

Without further thought, she snuck in through the garden gate, walking to the backyard. She stopped in front of a window on the second floor. The whole house was dark, and Aelin was feeling the hesitation in her despite the adrenaline and the alcohol.

She cupped her hands around her mouth, closing her eyes. “Rowan.”

She stared at the window for a few seconds, waiting for a light before cupping her mouth and screaming again. “Rowan Whitethorn!”

At that, a single light flickered in his bedroom. Aelin’s heart was beating so fast she though she was going to puke it out. Suddenly, this whole thing seemed like a very bad idea. But it was too late, so she just raised her chin and gathered whatever courage had been created by the whiskey.

Rowan pushed back his curtains, opening the window and scanning the backyard until his eyes fell on her. Immediately, his brows furrowed and eyes widened. “Ace? Is everything fine?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” She said, but then shook her head. “Actually that’s not true.”

Rowan seemed so confused that Aelin almost gave up. “What the fuck happened? You disappear for more than a month and then show up at my backyard at three in the morning?”

“I lied before, ok?” She shouted. “And I don’t want to come up with a stupid excuse for it because I don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you. I have nothing against relationships. My ex broke my fucking heart and now I am terrified of them. And then you come around and fuck everything up.”

“That’s your secret? That’s what you lied about? Your ex? You came all the way here to tell me about your ex while drunk?” He crossed his arms, looking both pissed and hurt.

“You dumb fuck.” She replied, running her hands through her hair. This could have gone so much more smoothly. “I lied about what I said the last time we talked, about wanting a relationship. The secret is that I didn’t ditch you because I don’t want a relationship or because of my ex. The secret is that I am so fucking in love with you for months now that I am terrified of dating you because you can break my heart in a million pieces.”

“What did you say?” He said quietly, and if her attention wasn’t solely on him, she would have missed.

“Oh well, shit. We’re already here, aren’t we? For whatever it’s worth, Rowan Whitethorn,” Aelin screamed, opening her arms. “I love you! Ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”

Rowan stared her in silence for a few seconds before retreating into the bedroom. He didn’t say a word, and Aelin’s heart sank. She felt her throat constricting, her stomach turning and turning.

She was about to go back home and hide under the covers with a pot of ice cream when one of the lights from the first floor turned on. Aelin stared expectantly at the glass doors that separated the house’s interior and the backyard. The door opened, and Aelin sighed when she saw Rowan coming to her, his steps purposeful.

“I—“ She started, wanting to explain everything better.

Rowan cupped her face with his hands, his fingers tangling in her hair. “I love you too.”  He said before bringing his face down and kissing Aelin.

Her arms circled his waist, and she pressed her body against his. It had been too long since she kissed him, and Aelin sighed as Rowan’s warm mouth moved on hers. She tilted her face up, standing on her tiptoes. She opened her mouth, hands tightening around him as he deepened the kiss.

They stayed like that for minutes until both drew back, breathing deeply. Aelin opened her eyes to see Rowan grinning like the devil at her, and she smiled back at him.

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Imagine having a child with a guy named Jimmy. Cursed.

OTHERWISE you all pretty much echoed what I was thinking, bless you.

cw pregnancy / forced pregnancy

(As ever, this is all in the context of dark personalities. I hesitate to say yandere, although that’s kind of become synonymous with dark personality AU’s and an obvious argument can be made that a darker take on the characters could lead into a yandere scenario) 

Ferdinand von Aegir

~While I don’t think he’d go out of his way to have a baby, he definitely wouldn’t take any steps to avoid it, either. That is, he wouldn’t really stray into breeding kink territory or anything of that kind but he’s not gonna pull out either. 

~But, yeah, if you were to get pregnant, Ferdinand wouldn’t be displeased by any means. He’d legitimately think it was the best way to “fix” things and out of a misguided attempt to ignore any negative aspects of the relationship and cling to the idealism of a happy marriage. 

~Just a side note, but I def see him with a body worship kink and I can only begin to imagine how that would intensify with his weakness for the softness and so-called beauty of motherhood. Whatever that’s supposed to mean.   

~Honestly, I don’t see him overtly leveraging  as a manipulation tactic. No, he’s good enough that his genuine feelings could do the job for him. Like, it’s not just you anymore. You’re responsible for another life so don’t you think you just trust him and let him take care of you? Oh, sure, he’d humor you (on account of the hormones) and say that he understands why you’re upset, but please just calm down. Everything will be all right, he’ll take care of you. 

~I think that Ferdinand would want a family even without the whole dark personality aspect. The way he’d see it is that children are a natural result of a union and love. He’d absolutely cherish your children if for no other reason than the fact that they’d be half you, although you can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have a horrible weakness for kids.  

~You’d be barely showing and he’d be picking out baby names and getting opinions on how to decorate the nursery and occasionally freaking out due to anticipation and nerves. He’d be really, disastrously, over-the-top protective, too. I just assume white magic would greatly lessen the infant and mother mortality rate but that doesn’t entirely remove the risk of complications so he’d be cloyingly careful about everything you ate, keeping tabs on any possible oddity going on with you. And, you know, I think he would enjoy emotionally taking care of you. Like if you were scared or sad or anything, I think he’d enjoy comforting you in a way that’s definitely not healthy. He’d enjoy being needed, I suppose.

~Yeah, so overall I view any sort of darker personality take on Ferdinand to be him, but with his sweet and noble and protective traits dialed up to an eleven without any sort of self awareness to make him pause and consider that maybe you don’t feel the same so having a child like this, as an intentional act of manipulation to make you stay or not, would be within the realm of possibilities.

Sylvain Jose Gautier (Bastard Man)

~Sylvain is pretty easy to imagine with a dark personality. I mean, assuming you have no pity in your heart and are willing to write him in a way that he never was able to get over his myriad issues, self hatred, severe distrust of people’s true intentions, and familial trauma.

~Assuming all that, and entertaining the idea that he could never find a good balance of repression and escapism, I think Sylvain would create an unhealthy emotional bond to a single person he believed to be exempt from his overall dismal regard for people and do this fun little thing where he’d chaotically flip flop between extreme emotions of distrust, blame, and anger and adoration, need, and a desperation to be seen as he was and still loved. 

~But it’d be a brutal cycle because he’s not the delusional type. Sometimes he could be, both with the good and the bad, but those would be kind of episodic. There’d be bad days where he’d be utterly convinced that you were just like the rest and he’d pick little fights and generally just be pretty pissy. But then sometimes he’d be blinded by love and so caught up in it that even if you told him no, he’d take it with a cheeky wink because of course you loved him and everything was so good. But, mostly, it’d just be a lot of dysfunction and Sylvain trying to lure you into a nice, good relationship with him by being mostly normal and decently charming and even, occasionally, being vulnerable (and tricking you into being vulnerable with him). 

~Anyway, back to the point. With all that context, why not bring a baby into the mix, right?    

~How many times does Sylvain bring up crest babies. Please, someone do a hard count and get back to me because damn son. So, may I just say, if anyone of these three were to have a breeding kink it’d be him. Is that controversial? Just think about it. Every girl ever wants him mystical crest cum, right? So, mentally, the whole thing would have a lot of weight and significance. Also Sylvain just strikes me as the type who’d be self aware enough of his dark and unhealthy needs that staking as intimate of a claim as that would be erotic. Unlike the other two, the act of forcing an irreversible and tangible change in your body and mind would be interesting. Not that he’d tell you any of that, or even dwell on it himself. 

~I’m torn between Sylvain saying it was an accident and him using the argument that since the two of you were in love, it was only natural that you’d start a family together. How could you not want to have his children? Better yet, how was he supposed to know that you wanted to wait. 

~But if you continued to be unreasonable, he’d go on the defensive. Like, what are you going to do? Leave him? For what? To raise his baby on your own? Or, worse, abandon your child? If you thought he’d voiced unfairly negative opinions about women before, the way he’d talk about a mother who abandoned her child and such a good, happy life with a loving husband would be infinitely worse. After all, he wanted to make a change in your relationship and be happy together. He wanted to be a good, loving father. He wanted a family with you. After everything, what kind of person would you be to throw that all away?

~So that’s... a lot. 

~But Sylvain’s the type to be awful in the moment then regret it after the heat dies down. Knowing he’d hurt you would genuinely tear him up inside. All of that adoration and desperation to keep you with him because he’d feel like he needed you to be happy would kick in and he’d break down under the guilt and tell you how much he loved you, how happy it made him to think that the two of you could have a family, that he knew you would be a great mother, that he knew he’d messed up but he would make it up to you, that you really could be a happy family. 

~Just saying, I can see him taking a perverse sort of pleasure in the physical effects of pregnancy. Also, he’d definitely be a lot softer with you. Guilty conscience, anyone?

Dimitri (Dimi) (Jimmy)

~You, dear anon, said it better than I could have myself. I agree SO HARD that Dimitri would be terrified of being a parent, but at the same time I think, if it were to happen, he’d be utterly enamored with the idea. There’s a lot more that I think about how he’d regard fatherhood, but that’s the gist. 

~Funny thing is, darker Dimitri is just like... More needy... unbearably protective... Paranoid... less stable... bad at managing his emotions when it comes to you... But, like, the same general emotions about fatherhood would apply because that’s already pretty complex. Only, this time, with an obvious emphasis on how it would effect you and your relationship. 

~I was going to say that I can’t see Dimitri purposefully impregnating you, but that’s not entirely true. In a fit where he’s feeling especially raw and paranoid, I think he would do it very purposefully and even almost-kinda-sorta relish in the idea. 

~I view his obsessive feelings to be like an itch he can’t quite scratch because he knows better than anybody how easy it would be to lose you and doesn’t know how to manage both his own instability with the unpredictable world because at any moment it could all spiral apart. 

~So, this in mind, he could believe that having a baby would make things different. More than just vows or words or rings or anything, it would be a concrete and absolute tie between the two of you. He would have an unquestionable claim over you that would go beyond the scope of just your relationship, you’d be carrying the royal heir which would give Dimitri even further valid excuses to be suffocatingly overprotective.

~It would be... So messy... On the one hand, I think the concept of fatherhood, of being given another chance, of being needed that much more by both you and the child, would really appeal to him. It could even sand off some of the rougher edges of his darker traits, now that he had this assured security in keeping you with him. Sure, the itch wouldn’t be scratched entirely, but it would be easier to ignore, there would be a solid way to reassure himself that you were his.   

~But Dimitri’s got this awful middle ground of self awareness. Anything that would come off delusion would be a result of his endless attempts at rationalizing his unhealthy feelings and trying to make sense of it all without having to actually confront the issues. But that wouldn’t mean he wouldn’t know, on some level, that what he was doing wasn’t healthy and how bad it was for you. The guilt would be intense, which would be apart of the reason he needed to keep you so close all the time because then he could pretend that you needed him just as badly, that everything was all right because he could take care of you better than anyone else. 

~Dimitri’s self aware guilt would allow a part of himself to understand that he should let you go. He could even, on the bad days, convince himself that maybe, one day, he would allow you to leave him because he loved you, because what he was doing was wrong. As long as you were near him, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, he would always hurt you. 

~But using pregnancy to force you to stay with him would, perhaps even in an intentional subconscious way, cut off that last-ditch contingency to ease his own guilt and pain of what he was doing by keeping you with him. Now that you were going to be having his child, the royal heir, would mean that you could never leave. He’d know it. You would probably know it, too. 

~After that point, Dimitri would double down with proving his affection, proving that he was capable of taking care of you and his child and that you could be a family and everything would be okay. 

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Slayer of Slayers

Warnings:I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

PART NINE LINK HERE

Part Ten: Prophecy's Boy

Theo Frey’s affiliation with the first slayer was a strange one, his entire life mission was to become a slayer to eradicate all slayers, especially his birth mother Buffy Summers, and yet during a prehistoric time when everything and everyone was stripped away from him he had reluctantly formed some form of friendship with the primeval Sineya, bonding through their chaotic creation and so he joined her on some of her adventures in slaying until he was brought back to the present time, back to his current grievances, and surrounded by those ready for him to take his revenge. Theo never realized how deeply Sineya impacted her life until he saw her spirit on vampire island, her serving as a reminder to him of a simpler time where he lived his life without vengeance and how that led him to do good alongside the first slayer until he returned to evil crutches of vampire Drusilla and as the vampire/slayer hybrid stood right next to the unopened Hellmouth in the caves of vampire island, being surrounded by an undead army, he couldn’t help but think of the time he spent with Sineya. “They only call you a king because they do not truly know what you really are neither do you yet,” Sineya said to him through her telepathic ways, her words piercing his mind as she appeared as a spirit only, he could see, standing next to him. “Slayer of slayers is just another name, Theo, nothing but a name but none are what you really are…this is now what you truly are.” Theo looked around at his undead army to see if anyone else could see the first slayer knowing deep down that she was only appearing to him, appealing to a good side of him he thought he could bury forever, as she urged him to not bring about the end of the world, to change his ways, and accept his true destiny. “They need to pay they need to all pay!” Theo shouted, grabbing the attention of his fellow vampires who instantly cheered him on, believing that his words were words of war before he would proceed to open the Hellmouth. “They have paid the price already, as have you, and even her…there’s nothing left to pay except your destiny, and this is not it!” The primeval one replied to him telepathically with her cryptic words being said in his mind. “Your blood and your blood alone will open the mouth of hell, but you are so much more than your blood, a prophecy has been calling you long before your birth it is up to you if you want to continue ignoring it for a mission of vengeance or if you want to become what you were truly created to be.” Suddenly, Sineya’s spirit disappeared once again as Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles ran into the caves to meet Theo and his army, all equipped with weapons and ready to go to war if needed to stop Theo from opening the Hellmouth, as the slayer of slayer realized that one way or another, he was not making it out of Vampire Island alive…

Theo and his dedicated team of vampires fought against Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles viciously as Theo himself went head to head with the blue-haired goddess Illyria, the one who killed his undead lover Tobias, throwing a series of punches and kicks at the old one, making little to no impact, before Illyria proceeded to fight back against the slayer of slayers gaining the upper hand with ease as she showed her superior strength while beating Theo into submission as he fell to the ground, ready to be killed by the same woman who had killed the love of his life, but Angel quickly left his ongoing fight to rush over to his son’s side, eager to save him from being killed by Illyria. “He is my son Illyria, please do not kill my son.” Angel pleaded with his friend, who reluctantly began to walk away from both Angel and Theo before taking to fight in the ongoing war surrounding them. “I may have your DNA or whatever but you’re not my father, you never raised me as my dad did, you weren’t there like he was, and you will never take his place.” Theo snapped at his undead father as he slowly got back to his feet, bruised, and bloodied from injuries he had sustained in his fight against the blue-haired goddess. “You look pretty beaten up; she really did a number on you huh?” Angel replied, choosing to ignore his son’s cruel words. “I know you a slaypire or whatever now but somehow you managed to keep your soul, I’ve never heard of a vampire doing that before I mean I have a soul, but I’m cursed…literally. Yet again you are also the first male slayer, which is another mystery.” “We’ve come too far to stop now my army will not stop until my blood opens that Hellmouth over there…unless there is no blood to be spilled,” Theo responded, as he began to realize that he still had the chance to do the right thing, something which was only validated when the spirit of the primeval slayer appeared to him once again, this time standing next to Angel, who was oblivious of her presence. This time Sineya did not have to communicate telepathically with the slayer of slayers because the look on her face told Theo everything he had to know, her look told him that he had forced a destiny on himself that was never truly meant to be and now all he was left to do was decide whether he let that same destiny lead to him destroying the world or if he was able to do the right thing for the first time, as he suddenly began to finally feel his own humanity beginning to creep back in, as he felt all the pain and suffering he caused to his many victims, through his many evil deeds, as he concluded there was the only way to make up any kind of penance for the monster he had become. “You are right,” Theo admitted to the spirit of Sineya, confusing an unknowing Angel in the process. “There’s only one way my blood cannot be spilled and that is if there is none.” Theo quickly grabbed the wooden stake he spotted in Angel’s jacket pocket and plunged it into his own chest knowing that turning to dust was the only solution out of the hell he would otherwise cause onto this world, leaving his biological father Angel in a state of pure shock and horror as he screamed out “No” with the strength of all his voice, catching Buffy’s attention who turned away from her fight just in time to watch alongside Angel as the son they shared together turned to dust before their very eyes. Suddenly, a red smoke, like the one that had turned Theo into a slayer, formed above Theo’s ashes before it began to spread itself throughout the cave growing bigger as it did so, proceeding to attack, ingest, violate, and turn Theo’s undead army into bursts of flames before they eventually turned to dust leaving Buffy, Angel, and their friends stunned by their bittersweet victory, one that came at a great cost.

The End…NOT

“Hello?” Theo called out as he walked into a darkly lit rundown bar, before noticing a sign saying Willy’s Place, as he proceeded to walk over to the bar counter noticing the place was completely empty, the vibe completely dead, as he began to wonder if this was hell, heaven, or something in-between, when suddenly he felt a warm feeling rush through him, that which felt like love in its purest form and as he turned out he was shocked to find a woman stood behind him, with the softest smile he had ever seen. “You may not know me but I’m your grandmother, from your mother’s side.” Joyce greeted her stepson, the two have never met before. “I know this all must be very confusing for you but I’m here to help while I can.” “Not to be rude or anything but are you not supposed to be like dead or something?” Theo replied as he struggled to get his head around whatever the hell was going on. “Well yes, but then again so are you.” Joyce laughed off innocently. “You know you look a lot like your father, but you have your mother’s heart, no matter how much you try to hide it and that smile of yours is truly beautiful I just wish there were more opportunities for you to show the world that smile.” “They are not my parents; my parents died a long time ago and I am sorry, but you are not my grandmother either.” Theo snapped at his biological grandmother, although his snap was nowhere near as bitter as it once was. “Is this hell?” “No honey it is not hell nor is it heaven, consider this your second chance,” Joyce informed him cryptically. “You walked a path you were never meant to walk and the powers that be are just trying to get you back onto the right path, instead of fighting for another destiny why not try embracing the one that’s already yours?” Theo had no idea what Joyce Summers meant by her words but before he could ask her, he found himself magically being transported from Willy’s Place in the now non-existent Sunnydale to the rundown Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles, where he walked into the lobby to find a beautiful dark blonde-haired woman stood behind the reception desk with a bright smile on her face that told him she was expecting him. “So, you are my guy’s second son I get vampires normally do not have to worry about you know condoms and stuff, but you’d think after the first son tried to kill, he’d wrap it up from there on out but then again if he’s not worried about losing his soul then he’s probably now worrying about impregnating people.” Cordelia Chase said, greeting Theo as he walked over to her. “You’re all kinds of messed up perhaps more so than Connor and he was raised in a freaking hell dimension by some unhinged hunter who very rudely blew up my friend’s club with us in it nonetheless but hey at least you’re not as bad as Angelus now that is the part of your father that you do not want to take after!” “So, which ghost from Buffy or Angel’s past are you then? Are you Angel’s mother?” Theo asked Cordelia, much to her own disgust, which was clear on her face, making Theo realize she must have been a former lover. “Oh, so you’re not Darla which I doubt because Connor’s her son…leaving you being none other than pretty little rich girl turned high being broke bitch miss Cordelia Chase. I must admit of all the stories I heard about the infamous scooby gang, yours were always the most amusing!” “Well, I guess you got your daddy’s brains, and his looks tell me which part of you is Buffy?” Cordelia wondered. “None I hope!” Theo quickly responded, making Cordelia cackle. “Good one sniveling little cry Buffy is more than enough for my liking.” Cordelia joked with the son of the man she once loved, before going on to hand Theo a room key. “A little friendly warning this guy is no friend of your mum or dads so be wary also his face is all kinds of yuck but hey we’re supposed to give you the full unbiased experience but seriously his face is not going to be easy on your pretty little eyes.”

“So, you are the son of the slayer and Angelus…I have been expecting you, my boy.” The Master announced as Theo walked into the hotel room to find the legendary vampire stood waiting to introduce himself. “From your actions, you are more of Angelus’ child than Angel’s which pleases me immensely to know the girl who slew me now has a beast within her own bloodline. However, I hope there is some of the slayer's DNA in you too after all she was the only one to ever beat me.” “You must be The Master, Dru mentioned you once or twice there sure is a lot of hype about you in your heyday you know before Buffy beat you like some newbie vamp,” Theo replied, mocking the master of vampires. “Tobias bought into all that hype but me not so much…so why the hell are you the latest stop on my supernatural soul train?” “You have this arrogance about you that most definitely reminds me of your mother but unlike her you have been beaten time and time again, therefore, making this arrogance of yours truly unearned.” The Master responded, taking a swipe at the son of the slayer in the process. “Mummy spanked you so hard you turned to dust, I think it’s about time you lose the attitude when in the presence of someone who earned their legacy in this world and the next!” “Now don’t start talking about spanking unless your intent is to turn me on.” Theo recklessly flirted with the infamous vampire. “You have what I call a pillow face, but I can work with it if you want to get freaky…” “Right!” Anya Jenkins shouted before storming into the hotel room, The Master quickly vanishing out of sight the moment Anya entered the room. “I’m taking into this appointment because that is just seriously unsettling, and I’d rather not metaphorically spew all over Buffy’s boy as I try to knock some sense into you.” “Oh, great another bloody ghost from their past!” Theo complained as he turned to face the former vengeance demon, quickly becoming tired of whatever the hell was going on around him. “I’m Anya formerly known as Anyanka formerly known as a vengeance demon, one of the best vengeance demons actually then I almost married your mother’s friend Xander until you know he ditched me at the altar and long before he knocked up the little brat we used to babysit,” Anya answered him, clearly unamused with Xander’s choice of partner to co-parent with. “Now I’m just Anya an ally to the powers that be, who’d have thought it…certainly not me anyway.” “Here’s the thing, I’m growing really tired of this bullshit, and after sacrificing myself for I guess the greater good I could really just do with a nap or something. I am so not in the mood for whatever is going on here nor do I give a damn that your man dumped you for someone younger it happens love get over it!” Theo quickly dismissed the former vengeance. “Sorry that your dead but I’m dead too so how about you go haunt the living? I suggest that knucklehead builder who broke your heart especially considering he has a thing for building prisons now and needs a good little scare for that alone.” “Listen here you little snot-nosed slayer, vamp, brat! I am over a thousand years old, and I will not be spoken to that by someone who is technically an error on human history.” Anya snapped back at the slayer of slayers. “Go get yourself a drink or something! Let someone else deal with you, I’m asking for a pay raise…come to think of it, does money still smell as good as it used to?” As Theo became more and more convinced that he was in hell, Anya took the look on his disapproving face to say he wasn’t going to answer her question, and instead of sticking around to force it out of him, she proceeded to leave the hotel room eager to get back to her own afterlife knowing that the next person to visit Theo would definitely be able to put up with his attitude better than she could, or rather was willing to.

Theo didn’t hang around for long before he decided to search for this infamous hotel bar that Anya had suggested to him, wondering if there was even a bar within this rundown, seemingly abandoned place, but after going up and down several floors he finally found the bar the former vengeance demon was referring to as he opened the door, walked through, and suddenly found himself transported to the dive bar he shared with Tobias, only Tobias was not behind the bar, a mousy blonde-haired woman was, a bewitching beauty. “It’s funny the places you wind up when you are not even going in that direction or at least so you thought. It’s hard to accept new paths that are laid out for you but sooner or later you just got to, or you spend forever unhappy and forever’s a very long time.” Tara Maclay informed Theo as he walked over to the bar counter, trying to work out who this bartender was and why they were in some dream-world version of his home. “I much prefer this bar to the last one I’ll give you that,” Theo admitted as he sat down on a barstool and waited for Tara to pour him a glass of whisky on the rocks, to which he quickly downed in one gulp upon being served it. “Which ghost of Buffy and Angel’s past are you?” “I was once Tara, now I’m something else entirely, I am no longer her, and yet her memories remain. It’s funny how they don’t tell you about that when you become a higher being nor do they tell you that despite how much you want to you can never truly reclaim your past, you can never truly get back to where you really want to be.” Tara revealed to the slayer of slayers, as Theo remembered a conversation, he had with Willow about a woman she had love and lost, and how her name was Tara. “I know she feels the same way,” Theo reassured her in a rare act of kindness, as he reached out to hold her hand to comfort the clearly saddened spirit. “See that’s the kindness, that’s signs of your soul, one that was too powerful to be destroyed by demons or anything else that has been thrown at you.” Tara genuinely replied as Theo took his hand back, uncomfortable by showing what he considered to be a weakness but was actually just plain old sympathy. “You have been fighting on the wrong side for all the wrong reasons Theo and I know you know that now even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself you want redemption, more than that you need it.” “Even if you were right, I’m dead now all done and dusted far too late to even try redeeming myself for all the terrible things I have done,” Theo replied, not wanting to admit to the former witch turned higher being that she was right, that he did want redemption, that he wanted to amend for the things he has done, that he had finally seen the error of his ways, and his hatred was placed in all the wrong places. “Oh, sweetie you’re not dead you’re just on a time out, which is sort of over now,” Tara replied before Tristan found himself being transported one last time, only this time he had been transported back to vampire island, to the very spot he had staked himself, standing in his own leftover ashes as he looked around the abandoned caves more confused than ever before as he tried to work out what he had just experienced, why he was back on that island, and what would happen next. “I told you there was another destiny for you, my friend,” Sineya revealed telepathically as her words once again pierced their way into Theo’s mind after her spirit appeared in front of the former slayer of slayers. “And now it has begun…you are no longer the slayer of slayers or the vampire with a soul intact, now you are at one with the very demon itself, this is your destiny!”

The End…of Volume One

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Poly! Yandere Headcanons: TodoDeku

-  Izuku is Clingy and Delusional while Shōto is Possessive and Obsessive. The way these two would combine would mirror two parents protecting their baby. With Izuku being clingy and delusional, he will think he knows what's best for you and a good chunk of it is also listening to Shōto. Don't get me wrong, don't think you're the only one dealing with his BS but Shōto is obsessive and possessive so he can calm Izuku down. You don't have that luxury. Shōto will also think he knows what is best for you while also spoiling you  and Izuku, which will only encourage Izuku's delusions.

- For starters, the Dom is obviously Shōto. It doesn't take much for him to get either of you to submit–especially in bed. The dual, the one who is okay either way, is Izuku. He doesn't mind being submissive to Shōto but he does want to dominate you. You are the sub in this. You just had to catch their attention, huh? Don't worry, it's not all your fault and they aren't cruel to you. (Izuku would never forgive himself if he was.)

- This relationship occurred originally without you. The two accidentally learned that the other had done some less than pleasant things for the other and realized the feelings were mutual. To be fair, the signs were always there but Yanderes be paranoid. Then they met you. You were more than likely a transfer student or perhaps you were related to someone on staff. Either way, they both loved your kindness but they always questioned your homelife. Your non-hero parent had been instilling odd and sexist things into your head for years and once those two found out... that was it. They knew they both had a crush, after talking about it cause again paranoia, and they knew you had to belong to them. You had to want them!

- Together, their behaviors really balance out. When it comes down to it, you can see how Shōto's type and Izuku's type are mirrored, Shōto's appearing more masculine than Izuku's. You don't really catch it for a long time. Izuku will like hugging you and showing PDA which will lead to Shōto joining to remind people who you and Izuku belong to. You see it as normal since people won't always assume you're in a poly relationship. You don't look it. When you start seeing it is when it gets suffocating like how descriptive Shōto is about you and Izuku that it's just plain creepy, when Izuku says things you're not ready for and he claims you are–claims Shōto is ready for, and worst of all is how you realized that they were a bit on the down end, there was a shrine dedicated to the three of you in Shōto and Izuku's home. Now that's hella creepy.

- Shōto will use his Ice, the pictures, and some secrets against reader while Izuku is iffy. Honestly, if anything, he'll ignore what ever was causing it and use his own force against you...personally, I wouldn't trying fighting at that point cause he's A ONE FOR ALL USER. There's a chance he'll accidentally break your bones, ya know?

- Izuku will definitely argue about the blackmail. He isn't big on manipulation tactics and is okay with the ice simply because he uses his own strength. Why should he do it and tell Shōto not to? That didn't make sense.

- You were kidnapped later on. It was a simple day, school was ending. Afterwards you went out for ice cream and didn't notice the sketchy man who was in the back who prepared it. Bribed. You got sleepy and fell unconscious from eating the delicious treat. When you woke, you were in a room that had a huge bed and there were scented candles all around. The sheets were silky and you were in a cute dress/adorable suit. And a collar.

- You cannot escape these two. One is always home at all times and if it's Shōto there's no way in actual hell you can. With Izuku, there would've been a chance if it weren't for the size of the house. They won't react kindly to your...attempt..

- Izuku would attempt punishment, but fails. If Shōto is home he will say no to whatever Izuku was going to do immediately and claim 'you need more loving' when he knows you already feel suffocated. That is reserved for behavior but during escape attempts, Shōto and Izuku will both be home and Shōto will coax Izuku into punishing you sexually–taking pictures. Oh, don't think he's pleasuring you. Neither of them will do that, no, they're taking pictures of you nude. What will happen if it goes out? (Again Izuku is huffy about this)

- usually Aftercare for behavioral punishments is letting be alone for an hour–you appreciate that. If it's an escape attempt kind of punishment, it usually starts with Izuku wrapping you up in a warm cozy blanket, Shōto getting you some comfy–and very covering–clothes. If you're crying, they'll play with your hair or gently rub your shoulders and back. They'll say you were a good boy/girl in soft tones and cuddle for hours on end. SEXY TIMES aftercare is typically cuddles, lit candles, reassurances depending on if you did any kinky kinky stuff. Usually it's Shōto to you and Izuku and you two have reassure him you're fine and that Izuku is fine and that you both still feel safe. Also may include some soft feel show whether it be a comedy or cartoons, it helps. You may also talk about making things more intense, maybe asking not to do certain things, and trying one thing extra next time. Shōto typically falls asleep first and you and Izuku may giggle at how cute his sleeping face is. Eventually you fall asleep then Izuku. Yep aftercare is nice.

- Shōto doesn't hesitate but Izuku will avoid killing if he can. Izuku will scold Shōto here and there depending who it was. Normally they get over it quick, it was already done.

- If Izuku snapped, he would potentially hurt both you and Shōto, cry about it, but would definitely get extra paranoid. At some point you would be too scared to speak to him and Shōto will try to fix it. This will end in Shōto keeping Izuku in the basement for awhile until he calms down. If Shōto is the one to snap, you wouldn't get hurt because he'd be extra. Izuku and you would be confined into a room and you would freak cause you'd smell blood and his fire. Izuku would try comforting you. He would hold you and try to calm you. If both of them snap, you will not exactly be safe. The best advice is for you to cooperate and relax. If it gets too much, don't be afraid to cry, it would be better to cry than to lash out. Usually this snap won't last long because after awhile, Shōto will see Izuku's behavior long enough that it snaps him out of his own insanity and he will proceed to do what he does to calm him down. There will be some spoiling but this will never leave your mind...ever.

- With Izuku, he isn't the most sexual. This is mostly due to his moral compass. Shōto is, but he's a traditional boy in this regard and wants to wait until all three of you are married.

- Neither will force themselves on you if you're not all married. If you are married, Izuku still won't because he doesn't want to have that on his conscience but if it's Shōto? He won't care, you're married now. Of course, this is punishment and if Izuku denies it guess who is getting punishment with you? Yep, scary...

- The kinks typically used are overstimulation, BDSM, roleplay, petplay, occasionally degradation, and creampies.

- They like giving their affection through hugs, kisses, gifts and on your B-Day they make everything about you. (Especially in bed.)

- Once you accept the two, find life is incredibly easy. You stay home and enjoy life. They don't mind you doing at home jobs like writing or such. It feels normal...except occasionally one them comes home with some blood. You may discuss kids, it will happen. If you're able to be impregnated then you'll be having one baby first. Honestly, it's a coin toss. If you're male, you all go and adopt at most three children. You are the stay at home. You are literally just spoiled and you will spoil your children. Izuku and Shōto don't stop you because they're also spoiling them. Shōto isn't fond of the idea of any of them wanting to be a hero but doesn't say it out loud to them. Izuku encourages 'a job that makes you happy' and you say "No job exists that has no competition, if you want a job when you're older, prepare to be the best you in that job. Not number one but the best you you can be."

Also, lots and lots of vacations. Usually you pick the spot.