#tigmas

[karatekels]

Scheduling a TIGmas hangout!

Hey y'all,

We're looking to have a Cult of TIG thing this weekend. We'll definitely be watching Hollow Point but any other movies/shenanigans are TBD, so if you want to come please fill out your availability here by high noon tomorrow (Friday the 13th, oooooh scary)

Is Max a himbo in this movie? Please discuss below. Show your work!

[vibrantgroup9]

ANTIGAMATISIM

  Antigamatisim, while a relatively lesser-known term in the realm of health and medicine, refers to a set of beliefs and biases that negatively influence the treatment and attitudes toward overweight and obese individuals.                                            This phenomenon can manifest in various social settings, including healthcare environments, and can lead to significant consequences…

[yanderederee]

Hello! :3

Congratulations on reaching 800 followers! You total deserve it bc your work is absolutely off the charts! 👏👏👏

For the yandere alphabet event, may I please request S(tigma) for Baji please?

Take all the time you need, I can wait!

Once again thank you for providing such quality content :)))

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Baji always believes it’s right to stand up for the people he cares about. He would die and kill for many of his close friends, if the need arose. So it’s not really against his nature when he feels that same way towards his s/o. Maybe a little more drastic, seeing as he puts himself into a protector position, but nothing suspiciously out of character.

He may act a little extra if your safety or reputation is put on the line though. He can’t describe how primarily furious it makes him to see you being disrespected. Things he would normally brush off and tell his buddies “don’t worry about it, just let it go”, suddenly become like a declaration of war if it’s you involved.

The fact he loves you is enough to bring out this side of him.

While it’s his nature to be a little psychotic with his displays of affection, there will be little differences in how he acts when he meets you. He normally wouldn’t care how you’d spend your free time, or who with.

However, over time Baji will begin to feel an unusually envious of those who take up the most of your time. He craves your attention, as begrudgingly as he hates to admit. He’ll try to talk you out of going out with your friends if he’s feeling particularly clingy, and become snippy with how he replies to your friends if you won’t. Never blames you for anything though.

Baji’s confident in your relationship, so he usually doesn’t worry about you talking to other people. Unless he gets even a wiff of a bad vibe. Baji’s a little dense to flirting, but anything a bit more than friendly behaviors can send him into alert. He never thinks you to be unfaithful, but he can’t tell the other person’s intentions.

He’ll eventually become more guarding if he notices it happens more than once, and may start limiting your interaction time with friends if it happens more and more. Thoughts that you might find someone else more charming than him will drive him crazy.

If you Validate him and make him feel secure, he’ll back off a little bit. But if you don’t, he’ll eventually begin developing a hatred towards everyone who approaches you, and pull you away mid conversation for Any reason.

[shall-we-die]

📍Requests for this list are closed.

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↬[Warnings]•⊰ {Yandere contacts, blood, death, maybe violence... who knows?}࿐

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[A]fection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[B]lood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[C]ruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[D]arling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[E]xposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[F]ight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[G]ame: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[H]ell: what would be their darling's worst experience with them?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[I]deals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[J]ealously: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[K]isses: How do they act around or with their darling?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[L]ove letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[M]ask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[N]aughty: How would they punish their darling?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[O]ppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[P]atience: How patient are they with their darling?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[Q]uit: f their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

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[R]egret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[S]tigma: What brought about this side of then (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[T]ears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[U]nique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[V]ice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[W]it's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

⇒ [Jujutsu Kaisen] 🚫

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[X]oanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

⇒ [Bungo Stray Dogs] 🚫

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[Y]earn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

⇒ [Obey me!] 🚫

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[Z]enith: Would they ever break their darling?

⇒ [Moriarty the Patriot] 🚫

[virgo-mess]

UPDATE!!🎄🎄🎄

As many of you may know, I've been totally swamped between school and... death. Life has been extremely overwhelming lately. Luckily, I've been able to take an extended break from school work starting next week to readjust. I won't be going back until March! And honestly, just knowing that makes me feel instantly relieved. I'm so relieved,in fact, I've been thinking a lot about Silver Bells the last few days and writing again in general!!! I was beginning to think the creative juices would never come back, but I'm feeling more amped than ever to write for fun again! (Silver Bells Terry is so Neal Meekin coded I'm determined to write a wolf cub into the mix for no reason 🤭)

So, hopefully, I'll be back again soon with an actual chapter. Wish me luck and see some more of you tomorrow for the cult of tigmas!

[babyawacs]

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[bannythepurplebunny]

Tigma

Tigma

[narendarraj99]

At RmKV, every day is Women’s Day

The story of an RmKV sari doesn’t just span yards, but generations. We’ve been privileged to watch our customers go from twirling around in pattu pavadai sets as little girls to selecting graduation saris and wedding silks as young women. Indeed, our women customers have been the driving force ever since we started as a small business in Tirunelveli in 1924.

Yet, the stories of our saris don’t begin with those who wear them. Perhaps the beauty of a handwoven piece is that it carries traces of the person who made it – their influences, the deftness of their fingers, their eye for detail, and the scale of their imagination. Anything handmade is a continuous human narrative, passed on from weaver to wearer.

Celebrating this generation of women artisans, and encouraging the next

In the case of woman weavers, the handloom isn’t just a tool of expression, but empowerment as well. In an endeavour to give them a wider platform, we partnered with SEWA – an organization owned and managed by thousands of women weavers –to conduct an exhibition and sale of products handcrafted by women from across South East Asia. On display were crafts as wide-ranging as delicate Jamdani from Bangladesh, the discontinuous tigma weave that’s a signature of Bhutan, the intricate and colourful Baluchi Kandahar joshi embroidery of Afghanistan and mirror embroidery from Gujarat.

A Bhutanese artisan shows visitors how tigma fabric is woven. In Bhutan, weaving is a skill handed down from mother to daughter through ‘hingtham’, which means ‘from the heart’.

Click here to know more about

[mthxhultra]

Enigma

i don't why

but when you stop by

my heart races

it lefts fire traces

what are you doing here?

are you here for me?

do you know my love for you is severe?

or you just don't see?

i don't know why, don't know why

want you to be mine, to be mine

i don't know why, don't know why

you blind my sight, blind my sight

don't know why or how

but i think i love now

sorry for my love stigma 

it's cause my love for you still an enigma

enigma, enigma, ma, ma, enig, nigma

love stigma, stigma, stig, tigma

enigma, enigma, ma, ma, enig, nigma

love stigma, stigma, stig, tigma

you're not here now

but somehow

i still think of you

it makes me go blue

how can you still?

be best thing?

is that plain or is it a hill?

all i know is my heart can still sing

sorry for my love stigma 

it's cause my love for you still a enigma

enigma, enigma, ma, ma, enig, nigma

love stigma, stigma, stig, tigma

enigma, enigma, ma, ma, enig, nigma

love stigma, stigma, stig, tigma

eni, ni, ni, ni, ni, enig, nigma

sti, ti, ti, ti, ti, stig, tigma

eni, ni, ni, ni, ni, enig, nigma

sti, ti, ti, ti, ti, stig, tigma

sorry for my love stigma 

it's cause my love for you still a enigma

enigma, enigma, ma, ma, enig, nigma

love stigma, stigma, stig, tigma

enigma, enigma, ma, ma, enig, nigma

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[mccarthymolly]

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[karatekels]

TIGmas Day #4 – Eye of the Storm

Today’s story is for @theinheriteddutchess, and it’s just the right amount of unhinged and delicious… and Christmassy!

TW: Deception, manipulation, coercion, breeding kink, forced pregnancy, dubious consent, lying about birth control, semi-public sex, Terry Silver brooding and tired of waiting around

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Eye of the Storm

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Terry’s POV:

Attention all passengers. Attention all passengers. At this time, all flights are currently canceled until further notice due to inclement weather. All commercial and private aircraft are currently grounded until conditions improve.

Weather. One of the few things in life that remained out of his control. This blizzard in particular seems to be taunting him with that fact.

LaGuardia is bustling on Christmas Eve, the airport overflowing with clusters of families and travelers trying to make their way to their loved ones. Terry’s just grateful he’s surveying them all from the relative quiet of the elite lounge reserved for those flying in private jets, looking through the tinted windows at the unsuspecting commoners.

Christmas Eve.

He’d intentionally scheduled his year-end meetings in New York for this time of year, wanting to keep himself occupied. With the All Valley tournament won earlier in the month, Terry had taken a step away from the dojo for the remainder of the year; hearing chatter about the holidays always left him feeling agitated. Frustrated.

Alone.

And now, instead of enjoying the luxuries of private air travel and anticipating a return to the reasonable, warm climate of Los Angeles – he hated the cold – he was stuck surrounded by reminders of his solitude, nursing a passable whiskey.

A family pulls off to the side, right in front of him, mother and father trying to calm their wailing brats, and he feels an uncomfortable pang in his chest.

How could so many undeserving, unworthy, average joes reproduce their mediocrity with ease while he, with an empire that could sustain generations of his legacy, went without?

He had spent the first decade or so of his career living up to the stereotype of the billionaire playboy, having more than his share of fun with anyone and everyone that had struck his fancy. He figured that when it was time for him to settle down, he’d have his pick of worthy candidates, beautiful women of good stock that would kill for the opportunity to bear his name and his children.

But no one had met his standards, and he was now well into the winter of his lifetime. It was too late.

… Or was it?

He may be pushing seventy, but his doctor had assured him he was still able to conceive during his most recent physical. He had plenty of resources to attract and… retain a suitable partner. And it wasn’t like he was settling down in his thirties; he could find someone worthy enough to have and raise his children without tiring of them after decades of time together.

Someone younger, naïve, impressionable… Someone that he could shape into the perfect wife and mother, if they didn’t come that way naturally.

A flustered young woman walks by, her open trenchcoat revealing flaring, child-bearing hips, her eyes sparkling with an anger that indicated great depth of passion.

Someone like you.

He finishes his drink, throwing his coat back on and wrapping his red scarf around his neck, straightening to his full height as he tracks your movement through the airport with his eyes, seeing you find a seat towards the end of the terminal.

It was time to expand his dynasty.

Reader’s POV:

Even at the far end of the terminal the noise is deafening, and you can’t help but scowl at the throng of people standing around as their travel plans are put on hold, the airport full to bursting.

You think you would give anything to be away from this crowd right now.

All you are trying to do is call your mom – God forbid the family cabin have cell reception, let alone Wi-Fi – to let her know you wouldn’t be there for Christmas. At least this afforded you an excuse that she couldn’t hold against you, but you wish that you could be back in your apartment instead of trapped here.

“Excuse me, Miss –” comes a soft voice behind you, a large hand squeezing your shoulder.

“What?!” you snap, spinning around in your seat to glare at the offender. The man removes his hand from you immediately, leaning back to give you space with a slightly wounded look in his blue eyes. Your frustration dissipates and is replaced with guilt.

“I’m sorry for startling you. I just wanted to ask if this was yours?” he explains in his smooth, deep voice, your passport in his hand.

Well, now don’t you feel foolish.

“Oh my God, yes it is!” you exclaim, cheeks flaming with embarrassment at your temper tantrum. “Thank you, Sir,” you continue, reclaiming your passport and tucking it securely into your pocket. “I’m so sorry for being so rude just now, I –”

“There’s no need to apologize,” the man cuts you off, giving you a warm smile. “Airports are stressful even under the best of circumstances.”

“Still, that’s no excuse to take it out on you,” you chide yourself. “I’m just trying to make a call, but it’s too loud in here,” you explain, and the man tilts his head to the side as he stares at your lips, trying to figure out what you’re saying over the din of the bustling airport.

“I just want to make a fucking phone call and I can’t hear anything with all these people!” you snarl, glaring all around you as your temper flares into life once again. The man’s face twitches in response; you suspect he’s biting his tongue to keep from laughing at you.

“I believe I can help you with that,” he offers kindly, somehow managing to speak audibly without raising his voice. “If you’d like, that is.”

“You can get me out of this mob?! I’m all yours!” you take him up on his offer enthusiastically. For a second, you think you see a wicked, pleased smirk on his face, but then you blink and he’s turned to walk away. You hasten after him, having a much more difficult time getting through the crowd; this man seems to have an aura about him that makes people give him a wide berth. At least it made him easy to spot – well, that and the fact that he towers over everyone else.

Now that your temper has been quelled, you take a moment to really look at this man. He was older, probably in his sixties, but looked strong – you doubt your head would even come up to his shoulders. He’s dressed in luxurious, well-tailored clothing that indicated wealth, with a full head of wavy hair that nearly brushed his shoulders. As he stops and turns back to see if you’ve followed, you notice how his hair, a lovely shade of silver, compliments his bright blue eyes.

All in all, he’s a real Silver Fox.

You catch up to him, glancing at the plain black door with a key card reader next to it before looking up at him curiously.

“Where does this lead to?”

“A private lounge,” he replies, not giving anything else away. So, he was proper rich, then. You reflexively back away from the door as if it could tell that you couldn’t afford to enter.

“Oh, I don’t think I’m allowed to –”

“You’ll be with me, you’ll be fine,” he cuts off your concerns, waving them away with a hand. You bite your lip, unconvinced.

“Why are you doing this?” you ask, you brow furrowing in concern. “You don’t know me at all!”

He offers you his hand, his expensive watch dangling from his wrist and catching your eye. “I’m Terry Silver. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he purrs, charisma oozing from every syllable. You find yourself shaking his hand before you’ve even thought about it, enjoying the way it fully envelops your own.

“Y/N L/N,” you reply, suddenly feeling shy; he hasn’t released your hand.

“A lovely name. So, now that we know one another, will you be joining me?” he asks, giving you a lopsided grin that makes him appear younger; it was truly difficult to gauge his age.

You find yourself still hesitating, though you’re not entirely sure why. This man hadn’t given you any reason to question his intentions, and it wasn’t like any harm could befall you in an airport, of all places. He opens the door with a swipe of his card, holding it ajar with a raised eyebrow in your direction.

“Well, I’m going to enjoy the peace and quiet of this wonderful, mostly empty lounge. It was nice talking to you, Y/N,” he says teasingly striding through the doorway without another look back.

“I… Wait!” you hurry after him, barely catching the door before it closes after him. “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

He turns back to you with a beaming smile, clearly pleased by your decision.

“Glad to hear it!” he says, sincerity ringing in his voice as his eyes twinkle at you, walking at a slower pace to match your shorter stride. Suddenly, he bends towards you to whisper in your ear, the gesture sending a surprising thrill through you.

“This will be the only awkward part, my dear. I promise,” murmurs, and you’re momentarily dazed by the scent of his cologne before you realize he has wrapped an arm around your shoulders, hugging you close to his side as he walks past the hostess, flashing her a card before carrying on right past her.

The moment you’re out of her sight, he respectfully releases you, giving you some space. You find yourself more than a little disappointed by the loss of his presence.

“I hope I didn’t overstep, Y/N. It was just the easiest way to get you inside.”

“I…No, I don’t mind,” you stammer, feeling like an idiot. “Thank you.”

Terry leads you to a quiet, secluded booth next to a bar; you can count the other patrons on the fingers of one hand. The headache you felt coming on since your flight was canceled evaporates the moment you take a seat across from him.

“Go ahead and make your call,” he insists, staring pointedly at your phone in your hand.

A server comes over at Terry’s signal, and he orders a whiskey neat, the brand sounding foreign and expensive, then gestures to you with an open palm.

You order a double of your favourite highball, getting the sense that you’ll need the liquid courage to get you through both the phone call and the rest of the evening.

Terry’s POV:

As he nurses his drink and pretends to watch the snow continue to fall through the large window, he reviews the information he has gleaned from eavesdropping on your phonecall:

The rest of your family is off in the middle of nowhere, a landline being the only means of communication with the outside world (and, more importantly, you).

They believe that you’re lying about the canceled flight to try to get out of the holiday. This appears to upset you, though he senses it’s not entirely untrue.

You’re something of a workaholic, a point of pride for you and a sore spot for your loved ones. He thinks he appreciates the dedication.

You’re currently single, if the icy tone you used to spit out the name ‘Derek’ into your phone was any indication.

And you can handle your liquor, he notes as you polish off your drink, scowling as you listen to whoever is on the other line.

You’ll do.

“I’ve apologized a hundred times; I don’t know what more you want from me! I’ll do my best to get there when the weather clears, mom. Thank you, goodbye,” you growl into the phone, hanging up more aggressively than necessary.

“Seasons Greetings from the family?” Terry jokes wryly, and you give him a withering look. You have a pretty, expressive face; he’s looking forward to watching it transform into a mask of ecstasy for him.

“Bah, Humbug,” you grumble with a pout that draws his attention to your full lower lip. Had he lucked out, running into you at the perfect moment, or was he simply finding you more and more desirable because he was planning to knock you up some time within the next few hours?

“Thank you for bringing me here and letting me do this, Mr. Silver,” you say graciously, letting out a heavy sigh and sliding down the booth like you thought you were going somewhere.

“And where do you think you’re going?” he asks with incredulity, and you freeze in place.

“I was going to go pay for my drink and then get out of your hair,” you offer weakly. He’s pleased you’re already looking guilty at the thought of going against his plans for you. Wanting to test you, he points a finger at you before pointing a few feet to your right. Sure enough, you follow his direction, sliding back into the booth obediently. Good girl.

“Firstly, your money is no good here; everything is automatically put on my card,” he counters you smoothly, wanting to set out the expectations for your future relationship right from the outset.

“Then please, allow me to reimburse you at least, Mr. Silver –” you plead, and he decides he likes that tone from you very much.

“Terry,” he corrects you sternly, noting your blush. You like being told what to do. “And no,” he adds petulantly, for good measure.

“I don’t understand. Why are you doing all this?” you ask with frustration, your voice tinged with desperation. The way your big, beautiful eyes are fixed on his, looking to him for answers… he feels his cock twitch against his thigh.

“I saw an opportunity to be a Good Samaritan and I took it,” he replies simply, nodding in recognition as the server replaces your drinks with fresh ones, though his eyes never move away from your face. Sensing that you’re not fully buying into his logic, he decides to take a more sentimental route, with the added bonus at hinting at his plans for you.

“And I don’t have a family I’m trying to get to; the least I could do is help you contact your own.”

Terry watches a wave of sympathy wash over your features, and he feels his hooks sink a bit deeper into you with satisfaction. After a moment, your expression returns to normal, though your eyes appear calculating.

“Nothing’s for free,” you state matter-of-factly, though you don’t hesitate to take a sip of your second drink. He bites back a smile as you make use of one of his favourite expressions. “What’s in it for you?”

“Your company as we wait out the weather, if anything,” he replies innocently, blinking at you as if he was utterly perplexed by what you could be insinuating. He cackles in his head.

“Although, you certainly seem eager to be back in the chaos of the terminal,” he carries on, his voice teasing. “And here I thought I had found a kindred spirit.” He sighs deeply, turning his gaze back to the window. Though he hates the snow, it is currently his greatest ally in his ploy to keep you with him.

“You… you just want someone to talk to?” your words are heavy with unease, and his eyes flit back to you. Someone so young and appealing shouldn’t be so wary, so surprised at receiving attention. You would have all of it.

Provided it was first approved by him, of course.

“Do you know of a better way to pass the time?” he asks politely, noting the way that your throat constricts as you swallow heavily, not meeting his eye as you shake your head. Your desire is evident; now to get you to let your guard down and act on it. The more you thought this was your idea, the easier it would be for him later on if you needed… convincing.

“Where are you meant to be heading to?” he asks, abruptly changing the subject.

“My family is in Washington. We have a cabin on Mt. Baker that we try to get to every Christmas. They’re all there, waiting for me,” you explain, a trace of bitterness to your voice.

“You make it sound like they’re going to pounce on you,” he notes with amusement, looking at you with sympathy even as he imagines being the one to give you that treatment. You sigh, fortunately not having any insight into his thoughts.

“They mean well, and I love them all very much, but they can be a lot. I’m glad I only see them two or three times a year.”

“Loved ones always seem to aggravate us like no one else,” he agrees, his jaw clenching imperceptibly.

“And you?” you attempt to reverse the roles you’re playing, and Terry allows the move. “Where are you heading?”

“Home, to Los Angeles. I was in New York for business,” he answers, purposely keeping his answers vague. Further questions on your part would suggest growing interest, and he wants to hurry the process along.

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to be somewhere warm for Christmas!” you respond with jealousy, sighing dreamily. Ask, and you shall receive.

“It won’t be much of a Christmas, I’m afraid,” he adds, wanting to see your pity. And, no surprise, there it is, your eyes softening as you take him in. He sees your fingers twitch, and suspects you’re fighting the instinct to take his hand comfortingly. He’ll have to break you of that habit, and soon; your instincts are far more aligned to his intentions.

“I’m sorry, you mentioned you weren’t going to visit family.”

“It sounds like you are quite similar to how I was at your age; prioritizing work, only visiting family occasionally… having a bit of a short fuse,” he teases, winking at you, and you blush, scowling at him.

“Well, clearly I’m on the right track, then, if you’re able to get into a place like this,” you respond cheekily. He gives you a piercing look over the rim of his glass, as though taking a contemplative sip. Your eyes seem focused on the way his hand grips his glass; he runs a fingertip along the rim for good measure.

“I don’t know about that,” he replies, going for a somber mood. “I think my one and only regret is not having a family of my own.”

You give him that same look of sympathy again, this time looking as though you might leap at across the table and into his lap to console him. Almost there… he can taste the growing tension between you two on his tongue, like a snake tracking the scent of its prey.

“And yours?” he asks, once again keeping you on your toes by switching your dynamic. “Do you have any regrets yet, Y/N?” he asks, cocking his head in interest. You fidget under his intense gaze, seemingly unable to look away.

“Hmm, maybe. I’ll have to think about it!” you avoid the question, clearly uncomfortable with looking inward. No matter; he’d soon pry you apart and get everything out in the open. “If I go use the bathroom in this place, are they going to fingerprint me or ask for a fancy card?” you ask jokingly, giving him a wink. He lets you change the subject; having a few minutes to himself would be beneficial.

“No, once you make it past the hostess, you can pretty much run amok around here,” he replies, pointing you in the right direction. He follows your retreating form with his eyes, sliding down the booth the moment you round the corner, his hands quickly pulling your coat towards him and retrieving your passport once again from your pocket. You really should pay more attention to keeping track of such important documents.

Tucking the small booklet in the front pouch of his suitcase, he slides out of the booth and over to the bartender.

“Another drink, Mr. Silver?” the man asks, already turning to reach for his preferred bottle.

“No, I want a room. The biggest you’ve got, and for God’s sake, it had better be clean.”

He doesn’t want to have to waste time with all of these formalities once he’s whisking you away to defile you.

“Your card, please,” the man requests, unfazed by Terry’s tone and request. Handing it over, the card is swiped, updating access to one of the private rooms.

“That’ll be Room #8, Mr. Silver; last door on the left down the hall.”

“Thank you, Roger,” he replies smugly. “If my guest and I are nowhere to be found, and our luggage is still at our booth, keep an eye on it for me, would you?”

He finds he doesn’t want to be subtle about this; he wants it to be perfectly clear that he’s going to be taking you – hot, young little thing that you are – to a private “Nap Room,” as they called them, and decidedly not nap. The world should know it. The world would know it, once you were his, your body growing and swelling with his child…

“Yes, Mr. Silver.”

He turns away without another word, feeling confident, and sees you emerging from the bathroom. The instant that you spot him, he can see your cheeks turn pink, your gaze darkening, and he suspects his choice to gain access to the room in advance was a wise one. He slowly stalks over to you, building the anticipation until he can see you nearly vibrating from the tension.

“I figured out my regret,” you inform him rather breathlessly once he comes to a stop in front of you. You don’t even come up to his shoulders…

“Oh? Please, enlighten me,” he purrs, looking down at you biting your lip nervously; he resolves to suck on it until it bruises.

You take a deep breath to gather your nerve before looking up at him, your pupils dilating in your desire. Your small hands reach up, gripping an end of his scarf in each hand and pulling so that he bends down to your level.

“Not being spontaneous and taking what I want,” you hiss in his ear, pulling him by the scarf into the bathroom.

---

It’s been awhile since he’s been with a younger woman, let alone one with your… tenacity. As you prop yourself up on the bathroom sink to better wrap yourself around him, he is all too happy to let you be in control if it gets him closer to you spreading your legs for him. You pull him down to kiss him again, fingers toying with his hair as you tease his lips with your tongue, letting out a dreamy little sigh that he swallows into his mouth. He slides his hands further up your thighs, coming to squeeze your hips possessively, making you moan.

“Oh Y/N,” he groans, breaking the kiss to rest his forehead against your own, staring unblinkingly into your eyes. “The things I want to do to you…”

“Tell me!” you beg, pulling back to look at him with need. “Please, tell me what you want to do! Tell me everything, Terry.”

A few lush kisses and the prospect of dirty talk and you were willing to hand over the reins to him, just like that? He’ll take what he can get.

He grips the backs of your thighs in his large hands, lifting you up off the sink with ease and carrying you over to the wall, pinning you against it. You roll your hips needily at the rough treatment, and he smirks against the skin of your collarbone as he lavishes every inch of your exposed flesh with kisses.

“I want to own you,” he whispers passionately, knowing you’ll dismiss the truth as just something said in the heat of the moment. “I want to learn every inch of your body and how to make it sing for me.” You’re gasping for breath now, head thrown back like a lioness submitting to the pride male, and he relishes in it, inhaling deeply as he runs his nose up from your throat to your ear.

“More, please!” you cry needily, fisting his curls as you hold his head against you. Greedy little thing, weren’t you? He’ll teach you to be careful what you wish for…

“I want to bring you more pleasure than you can possibly imagine,” he hums in contentment, giving the muscle at the side of your neck a playful nip that has you wantonly grinding against him. “I’ll have you coming so many times you won’t remember your own name, baby girl; I want you begging for mercy.”

“Yes Daddy, please!” you moan, and something primal in him growls in approval. He grips your waist, stepping back to lower you to the ground, pleased when you cling to him needily.

“Say. That. Again.” His voice is rough as he demands to hear it again, the irony making him internally howl with glee. Your eyes open as you’re set on your feet, and you seem to realize what you’ve just called him with a great deal of embarrassment. He loves it.

“I – I…” you stammer, unable to look him in the eye. His hand comes down without a second thought, spanking you hard, and you squeak, looking up at him reflexively.

“I said say that again,” he repeats, holding your chin up with a finger so that you can’t look away. Your lower lip trembles, and he traces it with his thumb lightly, making you shiver.

“I… I want you, Daddy,” you whimper, trying to shy away from him, but he grips your chin firmly, making you sit in your humiliation.

“Good girl,” he praises, pulling you against him with an arm around your waist, enjoying the way you respond to him.

“We don’t need to do this here,” he tells you, as though he’s just coming up with the idea. “I’ve got a private room.”

“You have a room in an airport just for you?” you ask, incredulous. “Rich people have everything!”

“Not quite,” he corrects you, pointedly looking you up and down before quickly bundling you out of the room and down the hall.

Reader’s POV:

Your head is spinning as Terry guides you into a simple room and leads you to the bed, looking down at you like you were something to eat. You’re nervous, you’re excited, you’re more turned on than you’ve ever been in your life.

You’re not on the pill, having stopped after getting out of your last relationship, but you’re fairly certain that it won’t be an issue for Terry anymore. You find you don’t care, you’re finally giving yourself over to your base instincts. No regrets.

“Come here,” you demand, sitting up on your knees at the end of the mattress. He smirks down at you, slowly closing the distance between you, and you hook your fingers into his belt loops the moment he’s in reach, tugging him to you by his hips.

“You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you?” he asks teasingly, his large hand stroking your hair.

“Is that a problem?” you ask, batting your eyes up at him as you brazenly run a hand over his erection.

“Not at all,” he replies smoothly, getting on his knees on the carpet in front of you. In one fluid motion, he’s gripped your calves out from under you and yanked them towards him, knocking you on your back with the force of the movement. “Provided those roles can also be reversed.”

You’re rarely this dominant sexually, but this man just has you wanting. You find yourself wanting to try anything and everything with him. There’s just something about the way that he looks at you, like he’s planning on having you forever, that you find incredibly appealing.

“I want you any way I can have you, as long as it’s now,” you confess, your fingers moving to his belt. He slowly stands up and leans over you, his hands to either side of your head.

“Then stand up and strip for me,” he requests, his face so close to yours. “Now.”

He moves off of you, sitting on the edge of the bed expectantly. You get to your feet, coming to stand a few feet in front of him. You slowly bend forward at the hips, placing a hand on his knee as you move to unlace your boots, your face nearly in his lap. That task accomplished, you straighten up, giving him a coy smile before turning in place, presenting your butt to him. You hear him shift on the mattress behind you.

“Help me with my zipper?” you ask innocently, looking back at him over your shoulder. He stands, towering over you, his eyes locked with yours as he slowly pulls your zipper down to the small of your back. You shimmy out of it, grinding your ass back against him teasingly, and he growls, gripping your hips firmly.

“Filthy little tease,” he murmurs against your neck. “Let me show you what that gets you.”

Moving far more quickly than you would have thought him capable of, he’s somehow got you naked and on your back in the middle of the bed, kneeling between your spread legs with a ravenous expression. Divesting himself of his own clothing, giving you the opportunity to ogle him – who had a body like this at his age? – he finally starts touching you, his hands and mouth working you into a frenzy. The way his hands map out your body with featherlight touches stands in stark contrast to the strength you know he’s capable of, and the anticipation of more is driving you wild.

“Please!” you find yourself chanting, your hands exploring as much of him as you can reach. Terry ignores your pleas, tormenting you until you think he’s going to have you coming for him without so much as touching your needy pussy.

“Terry, please!” you beg, trying to hook your legs around his waist, but he pins your knees to the bed in his large hands. “I can’t take it anymore, I need –”

He silences you with a kiss, reaching down to slip one finger into your dripping cunt, then two, curling them in a come hither motion to stroke your g-spot.

“Oh, I know what you need,” he hisses in your ear, his thumb toying with your clit in circles that have you bucking your hips against him. “You need me to fuck you hard, and raw, and deep,” he groans, and your begging becomes fully incoherent at this point as you wordlessly wail for him to just use you already.

“Don’t worry, baby girl. Daddy’s gonna give it to you,” he promises with a wicked smile, nibbling your earlobe as you shudder, feeling filthy. Finally, he enters you, your slick cunt taking him with ease despite his size, and you let out a moan of completion as he bottoms out. Terry hisses as you clench around him, grinding his hips against yours as he sets a punishing pace.

“Oh, fuck!” you whine, your hips trying to meet his. “Yes, please, pump me full!”

Terry growls in approval at your dirty talk, his fingers gripping your waist hard enough to bruise, and your eyes roll back in your head.

“Yeah? You want to milk my cock of every drop with that needy cunt, don’t you?” he goads you, rutting into you like an animal and making you keen, your back arching off the mattress.

“YES!” you cry out, completely losing yourself to the moment.

“I’m gonna give it to you, baby,” he promises, looking down at you with an outright predatory expression, his hair falling in his eyes. “I’m gonna fill you up.”

And you want him to, you realize as you abandon all reason, giving yourself over to lust.

“Come for me, Terry!” you demand, forcing your eyes to stay open so you can watch him come apart for you. And he does, hips stuttering as he shoots his load deep inside you, coming hard with a roar. You both catch your breath, Terry insistent on remaining inside you, holding you down with your legs around his waist; you’re more than happy to oblige.

Attention all passengers. Attention all passengers. Conditions have improved, and crews are currently working to prepare aircraft for flights. Please turn your attention to flight boards for information about your flight. The first flights will begin boarding in thirty minutes.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Terry’s POV:

“Better now than a few minutes ago,” Terry jokes with a wry grin, making you giggle. He gives you an affectionate kiss on the lips before slipping out of you, surreptitiously ensuring that he doesn’t start leaking out of your slick entrance. He’d held you both in an ideal position for conception for as long as he could.

He knows he needs to snap the trap shut on you before you come to your senses, the two of you gathering your clothes and getting dressed. As he helps you into your coat, he’s pleased to see you don’t check the inner pocket for your passport.

“I’ve never been more upset to hear that it’s stopped snowing,” you admit cheekily as you try to fix your hair, your cheeks still flushed. He seizes the opportunity.

“I know exactly how you feel,” he replies, blue eyes blazing as he takes your cheek in hand. You lean into his touch, just as he wants you to. “You should come with me.”

Your eyes fly open in shock, wide as saucers, though he’s encouraged by your lack of an immediate ‘No’.

“What?!” you croak.

“You should come to L.A. with me,” he says, shrugging nonchalantly as if he wasn’t asking for the world. For your world.

“But… but…” you sputter, leaning back as though being able to see more of him would help you determine if he was joking. “My family… we barely know each other!” you babble, and he doesn’t intervene, content to watch you process this on your own.

“I’m not sure I’m done with you, yet,” he purrs when you finally settle down, giving you a searing kiss that makes your eyes lose focus. "It would be no trouble, I assure you."

“What about all of your regret at not spending time with your family?” you ask, and oh, if you only knew…

“An excellent anecdote for why I should make sure I don’t lose you now, and regret it later,” he replies smoothly, internally applauding his own brilliance. “Fate has clearly brought us together, and who am I to deny it?” He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, doing his best to look both confident and well-intentioned.

“But… my family…”

“They didn’t seem to believe you were stranded in the airport anyway; how will they ever know you could’ve made it to them and chose not to?” he offers, finding it easy to script excuses for you. “Plus, we both know you’d rather spend time in the sun, letting me spoil you.”

He can practically see the gears in your head turning, and knows he’s almost got you.

“No regrets…” he murmurs in your ear, running his lips along your jawline until you’re vibrating in his hands.

“Terryyy…” you whine breathlessly, and he smiles against your skin. He wonders how many more times he can pump you full before he gets you to his home…

“Say yes, baby girl,” he asks oh-so-nicely. He just has to get you on the plane before you come to your senses. “Say yes and let me take care of you.”

“Okay.”

He blinks, face buried in the crook of your neck, honestly a bit surprised at your easy acceptance.

“Okay?” he repeats, pulling back to look into your eyes.

“I could use a vacation, and could do a lot worse,” you return with a smirk, looking him up and down. He’s becoming more and more impressed by his choice of the mother of his children.

“Then come with me, my dear, and let me give you everything.”

You both quickly gather your luggage from the lounge and make your way to the departure gate for private jets, his naturally being among the first to be ready for take-off. You never once check for your passport.

---

Once the plane reaches cruising altitude, he removes his seatbelt, standing to retrieve a bottle of champagne. You stay put, looking up at him nervously, but your gaze is still heated.

“Are you going to look for my membership card to the mile-high club?” you call after him with a giggle. He returns to his seat with a bottle in an ice bucket, having forgone any glasses.

“You have to be initiated first,” he replies seriously, pulling the bottle out of the bucket and longing to press the chilled glass against your flesh. “And I can’t help but think about how good your body would look dripping with champagne foam.”

Your intake of breath is immediate, and your eyes darken.

“You’re insatiable, Mr. Silver,” you tease, removing your seatbelt and shakily getting to your feet.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” he warns you, though you likely assume it’s just a show of bravado. “Now, let’s get you out of that dress again.”

He’d have you pregnant before you landed.

Perhaps the snow wasn’t so bad after all.

---

This was originally inspired by another request given to me while I was stuck in the airport during the summer; I can’t believe I’ve been writing for you all for half a year now! Thanks to everyone for reading!

[karatekels]

Imagine not being able to finish seasonal stuff in a timely manner... *coughs in TIGmas*

(I totally get this response and wish to do the same! I'll be sending a request shortly!)

will you be writing stuff for Terry during Halloween? my fav season! i wonder if Terry would like this time of year 🎃

Nothing thematic popped up yet because I can't promise I can finish seasonal topic stories in time of the season itself and keep people waiting, but I'll be writing goodies of all sorts to the best of my abilities same as always, and yeah, that includes Hallowensy stuff in case I get some from those who celebrate. So, send away!🎃

[im-657-mv]

yandere alphabet mike wheeler

[requested]

-[A]ffection-

How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

it can be hard for him to express his emotions sometimes

but trust me, he would do anything for you

he can be distant at times but he hates when you talk to other people

-[B]lood-

How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

honestly i can't see him doing anything remotely harmful to others

he plays more with emotions

so no i don;t think he would kill another human

-[C]ruelty-

How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

he wouldn't know what to do

plus you're probably a crying mess and he's just standing there

just watching you

he would try his best though to make you "comfortable" by his own definition

-[D]arling-

Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

yes but i dont think he could if he wanted

he is an awkward person and i think he would rather just watch

and lets be honest here this man is clueless

-[E]xposed-

How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

none

he just wants to hear about you

you and only you

-[F]ight-

How would they feel if their darling fought back?

pissed

not really like fuming angry just more of disappointed

why? why would you leave his safe presence?

-[G]ame-

Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

no

he just genuinely loves you

he wants your everything

and he wants you safe, from other people

and things

-[H]ell-

What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

him kidnapping you

he would be physically dominating and would probably accidentally hurt you in some way or another

and he would definitely knock you out with a frying pan or something

-[I]deals-

What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

you safe in his arms, away from all the chaos in both of your lives

somewhere warm and cozy

-[J]ealousy-

Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

oh definitely

this man sees you with another person and immediately his nostrils start flaring

and he would definitely pull you away from whatever conversation you were having just so he can be with you

-[K]isses-

How do they act around or with their darling?

surprisingly sweet

but quiet...

-[L]ove letters-

How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

stalking lol

very protective and jealous

and kinda forceful when you actually go into a "relationship"

loves holding your hand too

-[M]ask-

Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

no

he's cold, jealous, protective, and easily aggravated

-[N]aughty-

How would they punish their darling?

isolation

he would probably lock you in his basement until you behaved properly

-[O]ppression-

How many rights would they take away from their darling?

the right to have friends

why would you want to talk to anyone other than him?

-[P]atience-

How patient are they with their darling?

surprisingly patient

-[Q]uit-

If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

god no

he would hunt you down until you're by his side

-[R]egret-

Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

no

-[S]tigma-

What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

the feeling of needing someone there

and also because of everything

he has to protect you

even if you hate him for it

-[T]ears-

How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

as cold as he may seem

he hates seeing you in pain

-[U]nique-

Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

no, just a classic yandere

-[V]ice-

What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

you can definitely play up into being in love and gaining his trust

-[W]it’s end-

Would they ever hurt their darling?

no

he crosses many lines

but hurting you is not one of them

-[X]oanon-

How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

i dont think he would necessarily worship you

but he would try to pull you away from your friends

slowly but surely

-[Y]earn-

How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

years

he loves you but he would hate to go to extreme lengths

-[Z]enith-

Would they ever break their darling?

yes but not on purpose

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

Hi, can you please write a general yandere alphabet for Karl Jacobs from dream smp?

Author's Note- This has been just sitting here.

Warnings- Murder, Sadism, Panic Attacks, Mental Breakdowns, Gore, Breaching Personal Space

Yandere Karl Jacobs Alphabet

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Karl in game (And in real life) is very cuddly, so of course his way of showing love and affection would be physical touch, hugging, cuddling, kissing, pretty much any form of touch

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He can be pretty messy, but Karl doesn't really do killing, he just prevents that person from being born

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Karl will treat you with love and care, cuddling you, checking up on you, making you food, making sure your taking care of yourself, the whole 9 yards

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Definitely going back in time and changing stuff from the past, like making sure you didn't meet one person or preventing someone's life

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Karl really wants to trust you, but Karl is smart enough to know that you'll have to earn it, since if he trusted you immediately, you can run off since he trusted you too soon

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Karl would be disappointed yet ashamed, ashamed of his himself for making you have to fight back as a defense, and with his memory it definitely doesn't help at all

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This isn't a game to him, he would panic and look everywhere, he'll even go back in time to see when you eescaped and where you went.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Dark Karl. Karl has a side he rarely shows, and it mainly shows if he finds out you're taking advantage of him, taking advantage of his memory issues, taking advantage of his kindness. Karl could NEVER hit you, but, he will lock you in a blood room with blood covering the walls, organs pined to said walls with rusty nails, and dead bodies everywhere. You'll be left in their for days if not weeks, he won't feed you nor will he give you water, he told you if you got hungry, just eat the bodies or if you got thirsty, drink their blood.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Living together in peace, time traveling together, and maybe even adopting a kid

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Karl doesn't really get jealous, since he will most likely forget the encounter

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's very kind, caring and loving, yet also very touch starved and clingy. He loves hugging, cuddling and kissing you. He would even hold hands with you if you don't like hugs

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would invite you to picnics, time traveling trips, and sleepovers. He would want to become your friend first so you know who he is and you trust him

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Dark Karl is a completely different thing, if you've seen my college AU Karl, College AU Dark Karl isn't like DSMP Dark Karl, DSMP Dark Karl is a demon Karl got from time traveling, while College AU Dark Karl is a different personality, that was originally a coping mechanism, but it just got out of hand

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Karl doesn't like hurting you, cause when your hurt, Karl's hurt. He would punish you by locking you in a room for a few days, not getting much food, only some salty crackers and water, and some juice if you were doing well

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He barely takes any, cause he wants you to feel comfortable and safe with him, and he doesn't want to break you

The only right he would take away from you is leaving him and personal space

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Karl is extremely patient. He could wait millions of years for you to love him, and he won't be mad about it

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No. Karl would have mental breakdowns to the point he'd be so mentally and physically tired that he wouldn't be able to breath, leading to Dark Karl taking over, and he's going to hunt you down if you escaped

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

If you're not happy or extremely depressed he will, DSMP Karl loves you and wants you to be happy and healthy, but if you're not, he'll let you go and just watch you from a far, seeing you smile and laugh is much better than you cuddling him even though you're depressed.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Quackity leaving.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He'd try and get you out so he'd can spend time with you. He'd good around to see you smile and tell you stories from his adventures

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Him actually taking you places.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His kindness, this'll be very risky, but you can do it if you're smart about it

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not on purpose.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Extreme lengths, he'd try everything, Yandere DSMP Karl is the actual definition of a simp.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

9 months, man gets too excited

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

HE COULD NEVER.

[virgo-mess]

Hi, how are you?

I would like to make a request for a Terry Silver story where it's old Terry who regrets not having his own family and still wishes for his own children, he has a sugar baby also bought her virginity who happens to be Johnny Lawrence's early to mid 20's daughter who he gets pregnant on purpose. Please give him a breeding kink and obsessive.

Please and thankyou.

I'm not sure I can do this, ask justice, and for that, I apologize! However, @karatekels did an amazing CK Terry breeding kink fic called Eye of the Storm for her 12 days of TIGmas line up! It doesn't have the specific details of your request, but it's definitely worth a read! The link is below, and I hope you find someone to fill your request. There are so many amazing writers to choose from in this community, and I genuinely appreciate you for taking the time to send me an ask 💙

Eye of the Storm

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