#Or like Envy has the harem?

[freak-vy]

So hear me out………an Envy harem 👀

Ppppf I love it, gimme more info.

#Do you mean the three Envy's from like the manga/03/brotherhood? #Or like Envy has the harem? #or something else? #Need more info 👀 #ask response

[izvmimi]

cw: dead dove do not eat. horror. love as consumption (bad). cannibalism. true form sukuna. reader with female pronouns.

Uraume doesn’t like you, hasn’t from the very second they met you, and never will. 

Uraume doesn’t like a lot of people, especially not any of the wives, and you’ve once wondered if the way that wives get disposed of when they’ve outlived their duty has anything to do with their own specific…recommendations, but it’s all moot point. All that matters is that Uraume hates you particularly, possibly because you are the favorite, but not favored concubine, and it has nothing to do with envy or malice, it’s something far deeper than that.

Uraume is actually smiling, a severe upturn of both corners of their thin lips that crinkles their eyes and looks painfully unnatural, as though imitated from a painting with minimal practice, when the heavy, padded doors that carry out your confinement finally unseal. 

Light floods the dark room and blinds your eyes practically. You’re not sure what time it is; it’s been hours since you’ve been locked within these four walls, and you don’t remember the last time water or food has graced your lips. It must be over a day you think, typical of the punishments he doles out to you because despite the fact that he acts severe, in some small way he does truly dote on you. After all, it’s been a year and you’ve yet to be digested or maimed, all of your limbs present down to the fingers and toes, skin unmarred, both eyes still able to look at Uraume in the face and piss them off, lips and tongue still pleasing to the demon’s scarlet eyes and hard at work in the depths of night.

Uraume lowers their eyes as they approach you, then bows. It’s ridiculous that Sukuna makes them do this, a mockery even, because you’re both slaves to that demon’s wit and power and you know intuitively that even if Uraume is poised as subservient to you, they are of far more use and necessity than you are. Warm bodies are a dime a dozen, even if you’ve managed to convince the owner of the harem that your pussy is particularly pleasing. Either way, right now, he’s mad at you, and while you have not died, your starving stomach turns at the same time as it growls, disorganized like a thrashing tantruming child, and your brain wants to entice you to vomit, even if your mouth is watering.

Uraume thinks it’s particularly hilarious to see you like this, frenzied as the wafting smell of the food they’ve brought you hits your nostrils and they flare like a beast. 

Perhaps it hasn’t been just a day. Perhaps longer. Your breathing is deep and straggled as you hold your arms around your growling stomach, and try to collect yourself into a kneeling position, lacking the strength to stand. 

“Princess,” Uraume says mockingly. Sukuna does not require them to call you this, wouldn’t dare call you this in front of him, but they are doing it now grinning as they present the tray to you. 

The food smells contradictorily heavenly, and you hate that such an evil human being (if you can call them that) is such a good cook. The savory aroma can practically put you in a frenzy, almost as powerful as the desire that swells up inside you when you’re filled with Sukuna’s ample presence, but you know better.

This isn’t the first time. You know better.

“Eat.”

Uraume’s tray practically drops in front of you, and you reflexively clamor towards it. An ornate assortment, dressed in red. Red wine, red meat, red, red, red. Red strawberries fed to you by candlelight as your body was stretched to the limit, palms pressed against Sukuna’s chest, pushed into your mouth, skewered by the point of a clawed finger. Sweet juices running down your chin, your slick running down the shaft of Sukuna’s cocks, saliva pooling in your drooling mouth. 

You can’t eat this, but you are so, so hungry.

“Who is it?” you venture to ask, but your voice only comes out as a hoarse rasp.

Uraume snorts.

“Does it matter? You’ll still feed like a dog.”

As they berate you, you’re already hand in plate, forgoing any utensils, eating rabidly. The meat has a sweet aftertaste to it, again like the strawberries you covet from him. You gorge yourself, Uraume watching with a sneer, in part disgusted, in part entertained.

Uraume doesn’t have to remind you that the cup you use to force down the bolus of food you’ve just taken in is blood diluted thinly. The irony aftertaste is barely perceptible when you’re this ravenous. Tears run through the corner of your eyes as you continue to eat. Uraume’s food is an orgasmic experience, you’re always moved, no matter what they prepare. You’d eat by the mouthfuls, drink by the gallons if you were allowed to.

Funny how you’re only allowed this experience when you misbehave.

Uraume stands in wait as you continue to bite and chew and swallow and sigh, then shakes their head. 

“Do you still want to know?” they ask finally, once the plate has been licked clean. Your face is tearstained but your belly is full, and in a couple more hours you can leave to service your master once again. As a treat.

Perhaps he’ll feed you something sweet again. Perhaps not strawberries this time, perhaps something that’s no longer red, something with a myriad of colors along with a complexity of taste. You’ve only been shrouded in darkness for the past few days after all, you’d love some light.

Now that the food is gone, you don’t want to think anymore.

“No,” you whisper, trying to contain the moroseness in your voice.

Uraume snorts.

“Remember that child you smiled at?” they start, anyway. You reflexively cover your ears and Uraume won’t force your hands down, they know you’ll hear them anyway. “In the courtyard, on your daily trip. You’re supposed to keep your eyes straight ahead, remember princess? You wanted this opportunity, didn’t you?”

You curl into a ball but Uraume would like it if you crumbled. The food was delicious, you do not have to know where it came from. He would have eaten that child anyway. It doesn’t matter if it was you. You are but part of the whole. A small part. The whole is Sukuna. The evil is him.

The smile is back on Uraume’s face - perhaps they will get that practice after all.

“I’ll be back shortly to clean you up for tonight’s service. I’ll leave the gate open. Enjoy the fresh air.”

The fact that all the food doesn’t come back up as fast as it went down is proof enough that you are no longer being reprimanded, you are being trained.

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[ozzgin]

Hello, sexy drider boob enjoyer anon here. Can I kiss the lady. It's for science.

At this point you can go ahead and include her in the harem, if you so desire. 😭 Who am I to stop y’all. Why not, why not.

Yandere! Female Spider x Reader

Content: female yandere, gender neutral reader, monster smut

She is very proud and values her independence, thus she would rather not be bound by any contract. In this regard, she will occasionally mock the other yokai men by calling them "collared dogs".

She is also not the type to fight or play the traveling hero. You'll always find her in the depths of her lair, and she'll always welcome you with open arms.

She doesn't really show her jealousy. Most often she prefers to make other people jealous, particularly the beastly men following you around.

I can't believe you haven't figured that out. Perhaps you just don't understand (Y/N) as well as I do...Then again, I wouldn't expect anyone else to share our deep bond.

Oh, you poor thing. Trying so hard to have (Y/N) notice you. I'll tell you what, be a good errand boy and I'll let you witness the sounds my little (Y/N) makes when I play with them. Maybe you can learn a thing or two.

Her sly smile rarely leaves her face. She's imperturbable, eerily so. She also has a dark sense of humor, sometimes joking about eating you up. You return her amused chuckle with certain hesitation, seeing the hundreds of mummified, emptied cadavers hung around her lair. "I wonder how the inside of your head looks like", she'll remark thoughtfully as she cracks the bone open. "Oh, don't make that face. I'd never eat my favorite human."

The demoness is very flirty and will frequently tease you for entertainment. If you get caught in one of her many webs, she'll gaze at your struggling form with a malicious grin. "You have the loveliest of whines. It almost makes me want to leave you there, all tied up. Like a gift ready to be unwrapped, hmm?"

You've only seen her raw envy once. Vicious, terrifying, bone-chilling. The monstrous yokai at your side could never compete with her ruthlessness. You can't even remember what set her off. Maybe some demon messing with you while you were left in her care. "This wasn't very ladylike of me, huh?" she said with a sad expression, features morphing back into the humanoid appearance you're used to. "Come here. I must've frightened you a fair amount."

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[cupids-chamber]

— INTRODUCING THE CONCUBINES / CONSORTS + others

Malleus Draconia ; Malleus Draconia, the prince of the neighboring country, and the emperor's childhood friend.. though not much information can be found on the prince, as he remains hidden from the public eye, it's a rather well known fact that he had known the emperor beforehand... Even then, it was still a shocking revelation to the media, once they found out—that he of all people, sent in a bethroyal offer. Public press persists with the storyline, that the prince is hopelessly in love with the emperor, and thus sent in an offer of bethroyal.. how true could that really be?

Lilia Vanrouge ; ??? 

Silver ; An foreign prince from a faraway empire, he came as a form of peace to the emperor, a way to solidify their treaty. The public love him, not only for his charming looks but also for his soft hearted nature, and cool headed personality. He was already in the palace, before the first few Concubines entered it. Many envy him and he has easily become the center of jealousy, as many Concubines find his personality to be taunting rather than charming and alluring. Seems to be in the emperor's favor and high regards. 

Sebek Zigvolt ; Sebek was from a rather old and well established noble aristocratic family, in fact.. it was rather unexpected that he had joined the harem—the fact that someone from his family joined was a shock itself, but Sebek in particular shocked all his elders, when he decided to accept the bethroyal offer from the emperor... who knows, why this green haired half-fae, agreed to such a proposal… 

Rollo Flamm ; Rollo didn't have much of a choice in coming into the palace, he was raised in an elite and rather powerful noble family. His family is a rather private one, and he rarely gets to show up in events of any sort. Despite this all, his family is above all else—extremely religious, even if they’d miss any other formal event—they’d always make room for a church visit, every now and then. He also holds some underlying resentment and hatred towards the Draconia family, he sees them as cult-ish demons.. A direct result of the way he was raised. Rollo, remains extremely stand-off-ish from other Concubines, and choses to deal with things privately, rather than talking and or conversing with others.

Ruggie Bucchi ; Ruggie had unexpectedly garnered the interest of the emperor—though for what exactly, no one can tell.... Now he's entered the palace as a concubine, and he's still unsure of how he got here in the first place. 

Deuce Spade ; Deuce was born into an elite family, with a stunning public image. Their heavy involvement within public affairs, and the lives of common folks/peasants, made them a rather well-loved family all over. They were invited to many events all around... and in one of the many hunting events they had been invited to, little Deuce had met with the future emperor. He was a naive child then, yet when he saw the emperor, he immediately knew it was love. He then became one of the first concubines to join the harem—and he was rather delighted when he heard a certain ginger friend of his would be joining the harem as well… 

Azul Ashengrotto ; Azul didn't quite plan on becoming a Concubine, nor did he anticipate the idea of joining the large battle grounds that is the imperial harem, in any potential way... However, Azul took a good look at the benefits of being a Concubine, and there was quite a lot of… convincing.. benefits.. And that was how he had decided to join the imperial harem. Thanks to his family's multitude of connections, he was able to be one of the first Concubines to enter the Imperial palace... He also seemed to have taken quite an unexpected liking towards the emperor.. that was definitely not in the plan he had prepared…

Idia Shroud ; Idia Shroud, sent by his family for political reasons. He most definitely isn't suited for the imperial harem, and it is quite obvious. Idia, despite being an well-known inventor, with many credentials and skills, he's rarely seen in public, let alone events; he avoids them like a plague. Idia doesn't interact with many concubines in the harem, but has held a couple conversations, for formality's sake. He usually stands off to the side, in formal events he's forced to attend... He also brought his little brother along with him, into the harem.. as an aide.

Ortho Shroud ; Idia's only known sibling, a beloved talent, amongst nobles in his age-range. He came into the palace as his elder brother's aide, and was luckily allowed to remain by his brother's side, though not as often as you'd expect. He was, however, permitted to visit as often, as he pleased. 

Cater Diamond ; Cater was born into a noble family, in the countryside.. coming from rural lands, he was quite unaware of the culture in the capital. However, due to his likable personality and ability to adapt to situations fast, he became quite the popular entertainer everywhere, he was able to jet launch his singing career with the help of his many vaste connections he had made. And that was how this social icon became a famous celebrity! Using the same connections, and means of success, he was able to join the imperial harem.. Though his major motive for such a decision is unknown.

— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! ♡. Synposis ; After many months of persuading, the emperor, Y/N L/N had finally agreed to take in a select few concubines and consorts—not an official partner.. but concubines. This caused an uproar in court; however the emperor promised to choose an official partner; amongst the crowd of concubines and consorts.. Who will the emperor choose?

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[pursuitseternal]

Chapter 2: Jealousy, Lust, and Satsifaction in “A Night with the Ascendant:”

Ascendant Astarion x Spawn (Lumina) | E | 7.3 K of galas and smut

Summary: a tenday in his bed, a tenday bereft of his company in his absence, Lumina’s own plotting takes shape. With the perfect opportunity at hand, she tries to get under the Vampire Ascendant’s skin and steal his attention. Little does she know just how much she already has of it…

CW:(Spawn) harem dynamics, jealousy, manipulation, obsession, praise and dirty talk, A!Astarion being over the top possessive and sexy, possessive marking smut, suspicious drinks (magic, not noncon, I promise), “you’re special”

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Blessed and blissed out for a tenday, that was Lumina’s life of late. Days spent feeding on the fresh kills of venison and cow brought to her cell by his armored guards, days spent sleeping off the burning ache he caused each and every night. There was no part of her little body he hadn’t sought pleasure from, no hole left unfucked, even those too tight to let him in without ample coaxing and touch and praise.

There was no need for compelling, those dark tendrils of his powers all but mute in her mind. Oh, she was his—obedient and pliant and eager. And she had been rewarded every night for such a stellar performance. He only used that connection as her master to summon her from her room. And each time, that Tiefling consort glared holes in the back of her head as she swayed her hips up the stairs.

Morana… she hadn’t been vicious. But she certainly wasn’t nice. She had seen this pattern a hundred times, some with Spawn that had since met their end. The obsession, the allure, the unbreakable infatuation from the newly born until he tired of them.

Tired of them all.

It was only a matter of time, she had mocked today… and then he would tire of those flexible and firm legs of her, of her human flesh and bright hair. He would tire of lending her books as payment for her unimaginative pleasure, the first consort had sneered.

But Lumina let it roll off her shoulders, washing it away in the baths she took each day now. A luxury and necessity to finally clean off all the dried stick of his cum from almost every crack and crevice of her body. He had sent her oils and soaps that smelled of him… it was addictive. Enticing. Every day, she could smell him in her nose, his sweat and perfume, his cum and musk. Made her mouth water for the chance to let her prove her ever growing affections for him.

Affections… she knew better than to set her heart on anyone. Yet, she couldn’t fight that gnawing of her gut watching time pass, reading her books. It should be about now… any moment and his power should tingle up her spine, the wave of his call for her like breath down her neck…

But it never came. She dug her nails into her thigh, where her flesh slipped from beneath the high dart of a slit in her skirt.

No.

Instead, she heard another gate unlock, another door swing with a creak on its hinges. Bolting from her bed, she had to see who he had chosen in her stead. Through her gilded bars, she watched that swishing dark blue tail of Morana wave at her. A flash of dark crimson in her dark eyes, and the Tiefling threw her a wicked, victorious smirk before treading up those stone stairs.

“Gods dammit,” Lumina cursed, her undead skin flushing hot with jealousy and rage. She wailed that book toward her bed, loving the distraction of how it smacked into the wall before falling unceremoniously into her bed. Pinpricks stung her eyes, tongue dry in her mouth. She curled into the corner of her bed, knees hugged into her chest.

Making her feel so empty, in her body and her heart.

She stayed like that, tears burning as they seeped out hot and angry, her face hidden in her hands. Her nails clawing into her cheeks, her neck, her knees, wherever just so she could feel physical pain to lessen the ache of envy in her gut.

It wasn’t terribly long, she thought, before that telltale step of feet on the stairs meant someone returned. She couldn’t look, didn’t want to see a flush on Morana’s dark cheeks or smell his spend on her skin. But there she was, stopped in front of her cell, her skirt parted around that slit to barely show the inside of her thigh.

His scent caught her nose, and she wanted to hurl. Even as her stomach gnawed empty. She carried his scent.

“Hmmm, little Lumina, you poor thing. You’ll learn,” Morana tutted her tongue, swaying on her legs enough to let the slick sound between them reach her ears. “He sends his warmest regards, however, but he will be away for a tenday now… And he wanted me to begin overseeing the preparation for his return, when we will be joined by several of his.. guests. He will need his best consorts and concubines ready to… entertain them all.”

“I believe I understand full well,” Lumina replied with a flat tone, ignoring the visions of clawing her fingers around that infernal dark neck.

“Lord Astarion wanted me to give you a little something,” those dark red eyes gleamed, her bluish lips smirking to reveal her own set of fangs. She ran her fingers up her thigh, gathering still-wet slick from her dark blue skin. Holding them out, she crooked her other fingers at the little blonde wretch who had lost her heart.

It was too easy, watching that little human tremble and sniff as she could scent his cum on her fingertips. “Open, he said to give you one last taste of him before he had to leave. A shame he couldn’t bid you farewell himself, he said, but he wanted some of the vintage he has savored the longest before his journey, me of course.”

Lumina gritted her teeth, it smelled so good, he smelled so good. She wanted it, licking her lips as she came closer and closer. It happened so close, so involuntarily, the way she licked those fingers clean with one hard suck.

“Oh, I can start to see why he’s liked you for so many nights…” Morana’s deep voice sliced through her flittering fantasy. “You’ll be part of this soirée, but you’ll have such a small role, fucked over some table by some rich, plump Patriar while I entertain his Lordship from the comfort of his throne as he barely glances at you from across the room…”

Lumina hissed, fangs bared before she turned and skulked back to her bed.

Morana flashed a smile, heading back to her room to clean herself. But the second her back turned on the little welp, she scowled. She had managed to obey… in her own way around his compelling magic. She slipped off her gown, conjuring and warming water in her bath in an instant with her limited magic. Letting the heat thaw that bitter shard in her soul at what had happened.

It shouldn’t have ended this way, not with how it had begun just like old times. His pride on his face as he sipped his last glass of wine, waiting for his carriage to be readied. He had patted his lap, a seat she had so silkenly sidled up to take. Her hand teasing him through that crushed velvet of his breeches. Only to find him soft and unaroused. She pouted, tracing her fingers over its tip, her tail swishing before wrapping itself nicely around his strong leg.

She watched him bristle at its pressure, a chilled smirk on his lips as he spoke about his trip, his return.

His instructions were clear and concise, his expectations for his return were the usual… and then he kissed her. Biting into her neck as she always offered…. Only to have him suck her blood and spit it across the floor the next moment.

It was her mistake next that turned the tide, her little sultry quip about how he must have lost a taste for the spice of Tiefling, preferring that bland milk of a human he had been tasting so often of late…

Morana sank deeper into the water… She shouldn’t have provoked him, shouldn’t have opened her mouth for anything but his cock.

No, instead she had to be insolent and find herself on her knees between his own, working his half-softened dick as he had to close his eyes and clutch the arms of his chair. Every trick she knew and he loved failed. Every suck and stroke of her mouth, every tug and grab of his balls, every push of her finger even into his ass… none of it made him hard as long as he stared at her or grabbed her black and arching horns.

No, he had to shut his eyes and grit his teeth, refraining from touching her anywhere to make him fully erect. It took her standing before him, his eyes still closed, as they pleasured themselves for him to finally have the right… enticement, he had said.

It took the wet and beating sounds of their own touching for him to finally come, coating her mound and thighs in his seed. And only then did she think she heard him sigh that most hated name from his lips. Lumina.

Once he opened his eyes, his gaze glinted with unsatisfied hunger and scorn. Looking her up and down, he sneered to hear the carriage rumbling up the drive. His voice had been like ice, exacting and sharp, ordering her to take his precious seed and make his Little Light suck it from her fingers. So at the very least she could have one last taste of him before he left… since his carriage was ready and waiting.

Lord Astarion had ordered her back to the cellars with a brush of his mind, one last reminder that she should not fail him again, that Morana had other duties to perform, an evening’s work of entertainment to flawlessly execute if she wished to be spared his wrath.

Perhaps his wrath would be better than his neglect, his loss of affection. But Morana rolled her shoulders and sank into the waters up to her horns. She had nothing but time.

But then again, so did they all.

A tenday was nothing for an immortal, but for Lumina, having to wander around the palace to avoid that arrogant Tiefling, not to mention the others, time dragged at a glacial pace. She kept herself to the gardens and her room when they were allowed to wander the Palace at night in his absence, but what she really wanted was him.

She would creep to the door of his rooms, his study, just to smell him. It was enough to ground her until she reached for her last book from him, turning back to page one to begin reading it all over again. This night, she fell asleep with her nose pressed into the pages, dreaming she could smell him, her master, his skin under her touch, his taste of salt and bitter and musk on her tongue… if only she could awaken at his side again, feel his fingers part her thighs again…

But instead it was Morana’s deep laughter that peeled into her rooms from the hall. “Time to perform, Little Light. The Master arrives tonight, so you’d best prepare yourself for his guests.” Every word panged her with hope and despair in equal measure.

Her wardrobe swung open under her shaking hand, a few deep cut, extravagant gowns waiting to be chosen. Her pale fingers settled on one, thin and black, one that would make her skin glow like pearls and her hair the deep lively golden of straw. Touch dancing over the gossamer and silks, she smiled, a plan to make herself simply irresistible forming in her lust-drunk mind. He would regret leaving her, if it was the last thing he lived to regret.

Once the doors were opened, the handful of consorts left to wander up to the hall, Lumina gave one last smoothing of her raven black skirt. And she smiled. Dressed for seduction. Dressed for revenge.

She filed in line, following in Morana’s wake and the handful of the rest of the spawn. Drawing short of the Ballroom’s grand door, Morana held up her hand. “The Master will want us to mingle, to entertain and sparkle and delight. We may feed from any of the guests, so long as they ask. Do not overindulge, do not divulge any of the Master’s secrets or habits, do not fraternize with the guests, or you will be punished. And remember, he is watching. He is always watching.”

Lumina locked eyes with the Tiefling the moment she looked her way. All her adamantine hardness steeled her over. She was ready. Whatever was to come. It wouldn’t be worse than her life before, she knew that much. Even if it was just the internal pleasure she would get from making him watch her perform for someone else…. She would make him pay.

But the second the doors opened for them to slip inside… she lost her breath. He was… stunning. Crimson gaze cut through the crowd, half-lidded and scanning each one of his spawn as they stepped in on preternatural silent feet. He reclined in that grand chair at the end of the ballroom, the likes of which she had never seen, wrought iron and wine red, winged and imposing. But not enough to take the eye off its occupant. Not when he was dressed so elegantly in gold stitching and jewels in his own midnight black tunic and trousers. Not when his pale face leered with distant promises of pleasure on his sharp features, his eyes ringed with kohl and ears bejeweled with shining hoops of purest gold. Those long, elegant fingers that had ruined her for all others’ touch teased around the edge of his goblet, swirling it lazily as he separated his crossed legs.

Letting them spread wide, as wide as that massive chair.

The second his eyes moved from the spawn before her to rest on her face, she felt that swirling tendril of his power in her mind. A caress, a beckoning, but not one that compelled her to his presence. She was sure for a moment she felt his touch raking her body from the inside of her mind but for as sudden as it possessed her, it was just as fleeting and gone. Then his eyes moved on to the next spawn behind her, and those sweet tendrils of desire dissipated.

Lumina let her breath go, her lungs burned even though she didn’t need the air anymore. It was more the burning of her cheeks as his eyes left her face. The fire of her need to prove herself. It was a good start at the very least, she smiled, wide and brilliant enough for her fangs to catch the candelabra light. Shoulders back, hips sauntering, breasts on full display, she wasn’t surprised as the mass of slightly tipsy Patriars approached the circle of spawn. Nor was she surprised when many of them sought her hand to kiss in greeting.

From the corner of her eye, she watched Morana sway her way up the ballroom towards their Master, bending to her knees before him, tail twitching from the slit of her sparkling sapphire gown. She waited at his feet the perfect paragon of obedience, but his chest only rose and fell faster, and she was sure if she looked, his eyes would be on her. Not the Tiefling at his feet. She gave a hearty, musical laugh at some comment about how she glowed once they all learned her name. Her circle of suitors. She could practically hear the metal in his hand bending as he gripped his goblet tighter.

For her, she may as well have been in a nearly empty room. The rest of the spawn had dispersed, already sequestered into corners or window casements for their guests' pleasures or to feed. She smelled blood in the air. Perhaps at the worst, she could drink tonight right from a vein.

At least the music was merry, and Lumina could sway to its beat as she crossed to the table of refreshments. The chatter of all the male guests faded from her ear the moment she heard heavy, measured steps approach from behind her.

“You’ll find the red to be to your liking, Little Light…”

She chuckled, reaching for the silver decanter of the wine he mentioned. “Thank you my lord, for your suggestion…” Throwing an easy smile over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of just how close Astarion hovered behind her. Careful not to touch. Closer enough for his breath to wash down the deep v cut of her back. “You are always so… attentive… to my needs.”

He gave a little grunt of approval, taking the empty chalice from her cool hand. Filling it himself with the decanter, he raised it first to his lips. She held her breath, those wine-red eyes of his never leaving her face. Even as he swallowed loudly, she hid the little shudder that ran through her body and straight to her sex. “You had better ready yourself for the night to come… who knows whose blood you may consume or whose cock will end up buried inside you sweet slickness, my Light…” He handed her the half-drunk cup, scanning her every expression as she took it from his hands.

As she let her cool digits sweep tenderly over his in the process.

“If I’m lucky,” she flashed him that innocent and taunting smile in reply, “both will fill my belly before the night is through.” Head tilted, gaze lowered, she swept her skits to one side in a deferential curtsy, one that slid the slit of her skirt full up her thigh. Giving him a peak of the nothingness she wore beneath. Rising back before him, she met those half-lidded crimson eyes with a confident, impertinent smile. “I hope you enjoyed your journeys, my lord. It was ever so… uneventful without you. Peaceful, even.”

Before she could raise that cup to take the slightest fraction of a sip, his hand reached to close around her throat. Leaning in, he was all fangs and hot breath and hissing voice as he rasped against her lips. “Do not forget your places my sweet, precious, Little Light. I am not here for your peace,” he snarled. A ravenous, claiming, biting kiss consumed her lips and made her twitch in surprise and pain before he released her with the smallest of shoves. “You, Lumina, are here for my pleasure. And tonight, I get to decide just what that may entail and with whom you may seek it.”

And just as swiftly as he had appeared behind her, he quickly turned and made his way back through the crowds. Lost in the sea of bodies.

She stood trembling for a moment, lost herself somewhere between the victory of antagonizing him as he had her for a tenday, and the defeat of feeling his wrath. Of having him leave her body after barely touching her. Setting her cup back down on the table, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to take a drink without spilling it from how much her hand shook.

And then she felt a tug on her mind, an order from him to move to the library to meet her guest for the night.

Lumina grimaced, watching as all of the other spawn yet accounted for in the shadows began to move through the room, their patrons for pleasuring assigned too. Her head swam, even as she grit her teeth and locked her stare with Morana. That fucking Tiefling, standing at the side of his empty chair, tail twitching languorously, lips sipping from an even more elegant chalice than the one she had set aside.

Her feet moved of their own will, out the door and down the halls that brimmed with flickering light. Licking her lips, she set her heart on at least draining whatever plump patron was behind the thick oaken doors before her. She kept her gaze on her pale hands, steadying them as she turned to shut the door, her back to the interior of the room.

The scent of books, the crackle of fire in the grate, the distant whine of the music from the ballroom down the hall… it would be positively romantic, picturesque even, if only it wouldn’t be some unknown wealthy patron waiting behind her back. If only…

“Why the hesitation, my Little Light? Not in haste to please your Master?”

“M-Master?” Lumina spun on her heel, almost tangled in her slitted skirts to see him. Untroubled, lazy, and amused, he leaned against the rounded arm of the chaise longue. The perfect picture of the Sunwalking Regent—the scarlet of the chair was striking under the sable of his clothing, the firelight catching the jewels in his tunic, making his crimson eyes illuminated.

Licking his lips, she felt those tendrils tickle down her spine before releasing her. “Like I said… you were made for my pleasure, and you are mine to command, mine to decide with whom you will find your own pleasure.”

She had drawn so near, he grabbed into her skirts, inserting his fingers up her thigh already.

“And you will only be mine now…”

His touch was lightning itself, jolts of bliss wracking her as he slipped those two skilled fingers right for her sex.

Lumina bucked, but he only gave her a few shallow strokes before he pulled out. Swallowing her hiss, biting her lip, she couldn’t have felt more desired.

“Now, on your knees darling….” his voice rumbled as his hands pulled her down to the thick carpet, plush, elegant and bloodied in color. The same shade of his eyes as they glowed.

“Yes, my Master,” she breathed, obeying in an instant.

“Those eyes of yours glimmer with surprise, my Light,” he growled as he cupped her chin and dragged her closer until there was no space left between their bodies. “Didn’t think I would pick you, did you?”

“No,” she whispered, keeping her eyes on his belly, on the way the jewels sparkled with his every ragged breath.

“You are wise to be honest with me, little spawn. So I will be honest in return. I didn’t think so either,” he jerked her chin, making those eyes meet his, making her lips part in shock and a hint of pain. “It’s not what’s done on these nights, you know. It’s not how it has been for over a century…. But for you, Little Light, nothing is as it has been.” Eyes narrowed, his gaze flicked to her neck as he twisted her head in his grasp. “I am equally surprised.”

Lumina gave some half-hearted start to a reply, one he just swallowed with a kiss at any rate. Demanding, his kiss consumed her—all tongue down her throat to taste her in place of his fangs to devour her this time. “Trust me,” his voice like gravel in his mouth, “I was far from happy about it. You’ve really caused turmoil in my little kingdom. So much so, I’ve broken all my own rules just for you.” His brows furrowed, irritation coloring his voice. “I reject my oldest plaything for you, you unman me so much, I couldn’t even get hard in her presence before my departure…” He looked at her wide eyes, the memory obviously fresh yet in her mind. “I thought of you as I pleasured myself. I was angered by the hold you have on me, irritated that you have so much control over me, my Little Light. And yet…”

He ached. He burned. He pulled her dress right off her shoulders, the gossamer, light as spider silk, giving way with such ease. Snatching her hands, he slammed them on his chest, scratching them on the clasps of his ornate jacket. “Hurry,” he snarled into his kiss, giving that pouting bottom lip and bite just for good measure. “I know you have been burning up for me, Lumina, in my absence. I could feel it, my eager, ambitious, little spawn.”

A sigh passed her lips, her body betraying any lingering vestige of anger as it melted into him. Clasp by clasp, button by button she stripped him quickly and deliberately. While he made rough, tearing work of her dress, leaving it in shambles to puddle around her knees.

“Blazing for you, my Master,” she moaned into his kiss, his hands lifting her little frame by her waist. Nails dug into her flesh, making her clamber into his lap, making her legs wrap around his hips until her folds stretched and soaked him. It was a matter of moments for him to free his cock and bury it inside her again. A matter of bites and blood and scratching and bucking until she rode every vicious thrust he made into her.

She was a vision, the same he had kept in his mind all those days away. The firelight caught in the golden of her hair, her eyes glimmering as they fluttered open and shut in her own growing bliss. Her pale fresh stretched for him, so tight and wet instantly, her rounded hips bucking with smooth grace, her breasts swinging and swaying as she let him have her.

So soon, she unraveled, walls clutching him in waves, golden hair spilled back as she arched and twitched in orgasm on his thighs. Warm hands wrapped her hair around his fist, pulling her back hard enough to make her whimper. Fangs raked their icy points down her neck, the cold brush making her blistering orgasm flame somehow higher. “Please,” she moaned. “Please bite me…”

“Of course,” he nipped at her skin with smooth blunted edged teeth first. “You are mine after all, to do with as I wish.” Hard and colder than she remembered it, he sliced into her neck, the sound of skin giving way like the piercing of an apple’s flesh. She hissed and writhed, her own fangs bared as the pain swelled over her pleasure.

The moment his mouth flooded with her blood, he shoved himself to the hilt over and over again, letting his seed spill inside, letting her milk his every twitching spurt. Mouth filling even as he emptied himself.

Glorious. More than he had longed for in his absence.

He had stilled inside her, lips sucking and drinking down her blood. But that cock pulsed with each swallow, pushing at the end of her channel with how he just held her in his lap. The warm pad of his tongue swirled over those wounds, swipe and swipe licking her clean until it ceased to flow. “Such a good… delicious…” he licked again, “little spawn you are…”

Through her hazy vision, she smiled at him, the sight of her blood on his chin making her stomach gnaw and growl with her own hunger. A playful cock of his head, his crimson eyes scanned her in the flickering light, one hand pushing on her belly until it rumbled against his touch.

Until she could feel him pressed against her stomach from the inside and the outside. “I know you’re hungry, my pet,” he consoled her, that other set of skilled fingers teasing in her hair so softly, straying through the fluttering loose ends at her temple. “If only there was something I could offer you to… sate your hunger, Little Light…”

“Is there?” she squirmed on his lap, the slick between them still sticky with every movement.

A single brow arched, his expression one of inscrutability and lust. “There are many things I could offer you….” he purred. “I thought about it many a time when I was away.” His lips brushed her ear, his hands still lazily tracing over the pinpricked skin of her belly and teasing through her hair.

Lumina practically curled into his chest, the sweetest of simpers on lips. Glowing. She was glowing at him. Not a more aptly named being in all Faerûn, he decided right then and there. “You did?” she bubbled over, fangs showing in her smile.

“Mmm,” he hummed, another little shift inside her walls just for emphasis. “Many a time. And in all sorts of fantastic positions, the likes of which you have never known and will never try with another being… so long as you walk in this realm.” She would be blushing, he was sure, if she had any living blood in her right now. That would be… quite the sight. Her cheeks and lips and nipples and cunt rosy from blood and his constant stimulation. Astarion licked his lips just at the mere passing thought. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?” his voice rumbled as he asked. “To be mine… forever?”

“Is that not already what you have made me, Master?” she purred her reply. “For I am so very grateful you did.” She turned her face to hide her bashful grin against her shoulder. An error he corrected with a sweep of his hand back around her chin. “Not many go from mortal to undying, from raw hands and rags to swollen lips and fine gowns.” Her eyes darted to the side, hiding the flicker of ghosts behind that bright gaze. “Not many know what makes being a… spawn… better than being someone’s slave.”

He paused, scanning her face—so earnest, so eager. It made something inside his heart… hurt again. Something that hadn’t for almost two centuries. Not since... He shook his head.

“No need for anything like that from the past now,” he flashed her that sultry smirk. “I ask you of your future, one where I might provide for your every hunger, one where I would expect you to do the same for me, my Light.” He shifted her on his thighs, a hand absently stroking into those golden locks. “That is what you want, isn’t it?” Mouth brushed hers, his lips teased over her own as he lowered his voice into a rasp. “I am what you want, aren’t I?”

“More than anything,” she sighed. A hand stroked against his cheek, trying to pull him into her kiss. “Being apart from you was torture, my master.”

“More torture than the kind you enjoy at my fingertips, little spawn?” he slipped his hand between her thighs, catching that hardened nub of hers where it strained.

Lumina sighed, leaning away to allow him a little more room, booking her hands behind his neck as she arched in pleasure. His smirk at her reaction was feral, wicked, and possessive. But just as he could feel her reawaken for more, he slipped his touch away, pushing her off his lap, off his slightly softened cock. “Allow me to offer you amends, then, for the torture you had to endure to be parted from my side, my darling.” He swept his arm to the side, the columns of bookcases darkened the edges of the room, embossed titles and oiled leather spines glimmered through the shadows. “My library is yours. Choose as many as you like, come when you wish…”

He stood with a grunt, managing to lace his breeches back up absentmindedly as he watched her face melt into one of awe and wonder and adoration for him.

Making something in his chest grow painfully hard.

Ignoring that sensation, he reached for the pewter chalice on the side table before crossing over to where she had begun to peruse his collection.

Her nostrils flared at the scent. “For me?” She took the chalice in her hands, the metal still warm from the fresh source of the contents within. “A little blood to keep me going for you, is that right, Master?”

“Let’s just say,” he smiled, lifting her face, the pads of his fingers beneath her chin, “a little something to sweeten the deal. A little something to seal your admission that you wish to be mine for all time, Lumina.”

She doesn’t think twice before she raises the cup to her lips, but the instant it coats her tongue, she knows something is… different. It’s rich in flavor, strange and familiar in her mouth all at once. “This is still warm, my Master?”

“Indeed,” he leaned against the mantle, lazily watching her every move. “Warm, freshly spilled, living, thinking blood,” he paused, reaching for her as if he could touch her at this distance, “only for you, my Little Light.”

Lumina dared another mouthful, its power already making her body shake. Making her feel more alive than ever before. It felt so very good. Too good perhaps. She didn’t even give a second thought to its source, to whatever poor guest maybe was bled or left to die for her meal. It was.. addictive the way it made her feel. It made her nerves tingle, her face flush hot. It made her hands warm, her sex hot and dripping and clenching as she locked eyes with him from across the room.

Her hands shook as she tried to set the chalice down on its stem. The cup toppled over with her clumsiness, but she had drained every drop of that sweet, powerful elixir.

“Not to your taste, my love?” he purred, his hips cocking as her body shook, as she took small steps closer. Her eyes were dilated wide, her skin flushed and alive. He could smell her arousal, hear her heart pumping slightly harder. “I was so hoping you would say it’s the best you’ve ever had, my darling.”

Her nostrils flared as she crept closer. That blood was in her veins, the magic already taking hold, he could see it. And it made him smile.

“It’s nice to see you indulge,” he said, pulling her naked form against him the moment she was within reach. “How do you feel? Your first thinking blood, hmm?”

“I… feel…” she whispered, leaning into his body, shivering as her skin brushed against his smooth chest.

She hesitated as she scanned his face. “Do you feel alive?” He smirked, rubbing his hand across her cheek and into her shining golden hair. “Do you feel strong… happy?”

“Yes,” she sighed, her eyes locked into his face. Looking for answers to unspoken questions. “But I feel so much more than that. I can’t… tell you what.”

He cradled her against him, hands running over her body with a bit of tenderness and a bit of command. “Shh shh,” he hushed in her ear. “Perhaps the blood I harvested for you was a little strong. You deserve the best, my Light, only the strongest, most potent, most powerful blood will do for my… mistress.”

That power coursed in her veins, every sense sharpened with its vigor. Looking into his face, she would see every twitch of his brows, every flicker of his eyes on her own countenance. “Your mistress?” she hesitated to let the words from her lips as if she feared they were a lie.

His lip twisted to one side, an amused smirk as she licked her lips clean still. “Oh yes,” he hummed, pulling her across the room. A single door slide opened as he approached, hidden amongst the heavy-laden shelves. The darkness swallowed them as she followed him inside. His scent was heavy in the air as he called flames to light the candlesticks within. The chamber within was elegant and luxurious, a smattering of bright colors and pastels, on the walls, the curtains, the bedspread.

He stopped at the bedside, hands at her lower back to pull her flush against him. “You will be here, my Light.” He nodded his back towards the open door, “One door to allow you into my cherished library at your smallest whim….” A flourish of his hand, and one glowing Mage Hand appeared across the room, opening another broad door on the opposite side. “And another door to my chambers…” his brows furrowed into that look of possessive hunger and seduction, his voice dripping that warm and velvety promise of pleasure. “Since you will be in my bed every night henceforth…” Astarion gripped her ass hard in his palms, letting his nails dig into her soft and supple flesh. “Or I in yours, if you’ll have me.”

Something in her full belly swirled at his words, his invitation didn’t feel like one of his commands… there was no pull of his magic, no tendrils tickling her will. It was a true offer, a genuine invitation to let him into her bed and between her thighs.

She stared into that sultry smirking face, the light dancing off his sharp features, his eyes extra piercing with those lines of kohl making them captivating, intense. She shivered under that stare. He clearly had this all planned, prepared well in advance, every detail ready for her approval and admiration. And she loved it.

She turned to pull herself against his body, his skin so hot against her belly, his scent so delicious and familiar as she took a deep breath. “I’m always willing to have you, my master,” she sighed, blushing with hot cheeks for once as she met his ravenous gaze. “I’ll have you right now again, and again if you wish.”

“There is nothing… I’d like more,” he sighed, his mouth descending sharply. His kiss is all power and passion, his body pushed up against her bare skin until she was nearly tumbling into her new bed. Hers. It was all hers. As he pushed her down, as he pulled his legs free from his trousers and sank himself inside her again beneath him, he finally felt a burst of heat in his chest.

He had thought of nothing the last tenday apart from having her again, from giving her a place at his side where she couldn’t stray too far. He wanted nothing more than his cock buried in her, her hair wrapped around his hand or beneath his face as he slept, he wanted her with him always now. No other concubine would do.

She had ruined him. And so, he plotted to reward her with all this… the thought was almost too much, his victory at making her his alone.

This little girl from the little shop, pulled from the gutter by his hand to be his saving Light. He would give her everything, and he would take her everything from her. An equal exchange.

Something about her simmered beneath the surface since he had first caught a glimpse of her in that rank old shop, the keeper’s only piece of chattel worth offering for his debts. His chest had been tight, his throat had burned to see her being used and neglected. He would do so much better for her.

And now, as she bucked to his every thrust, hands clasped around his beck and eyes fluttered shut as she came so flawless on his cock, he had finally given her the value of her true worth.

She was his Light, his diamond in the rough. And now she was his forever. That blood in her body was already working its magic. Her flesh was warm, her power increased ten fold, not that she would know it… Soon she would do so much more than feel warm to the touch, but she would figure that out in due time.

A few final, erratic snaps of his hips, and he filled her, pulse after pulse as he groaned. Eyes locked on her face, he watched her lips tremble to feel him come so hard just for her. Breathless, he kept himself up on his arms, a few lingering drags in her channel for extra pleasure. “Perfect. You are perfect every time,” he breathed, leaning down just enough to catch those pretty pink lips in a kiss. “And you’ll be perfect forever.”

Slowly he lowered himself to crusch her little body into the bed. “It’s all I could do to think of you. When I wasn’t meeting with boring nobles, I would dream of your sweet lips and your even sweeter cunt.”

“I thought of you too,” she admitted so quietly. “I would sneak to visit the halls to your rooms, just to catch your scent…”

“Tch,” he teased, a dark arch to his brow, “naughty for a spawn… but it was your well-deserved right at my mistress.”

“You’re serious about all this… my master?” she barely spoke, eyes darting around her new room, how fine it was, how impressive it was.

“Do you doubt my sincerity?” He looked at her exacting and yet somehow playful. Mischievous perhaps. “Doubt my devotion to you?”

She smiled, again that luminous grin that made his heart ache. “I did, yes, in your absence, my lord. Your other spawn…”

“You’ll never have to worry about them again,” he interjected. “Not one of them will harm you,” his mouth turned in a sadistic, threatening smirk. “And godsforbid one of them so much as insults you, my mistress. They will wish…”

She put her hand on his mouth. “No one needs to die or be punished because of me, my lo… lord.”

His brow arched, curious, as her hand left his lips, revealing his smirk. “Your…? It seems there was more you wished to say.” His fingers softly grabbed her chin to open those pouting lips of hers. “Don’t make me pry the word from your tongue…”

“My love,” she blushed as she said. “I… I love you,” she paused and held her breath.

The look of pure contentment on his face made him appear… youthful, innocent, as if he hadn’t just been threatening to kill a spawn for insult it threat. “Do you know happy that makes me? To hear my feelings returned?” his voice low, pressed in his throat.

“You.. love me too?”

“Of course I do,” he smiled wider. “Why else would I bring you as mine tonight, give you such powerful, living blood and gift you these rooms as my mistress?” Those long, skilled fingers teased through her golden hair, his thumb dancing across her cheek. Her skin warm and flushed and looking alive with that fresh and potent blood in her body.

She giggled, giddy beneath him. “It seems far too good for me, my love.” She let the name free from her lips this time. Those lips were too much a temptation for him not to devour again. “Nothing is too good for you now that you are mine alone, mine forever, my Little Light.”

His… The possessiveness made her purr, curled in his arms, warmed and cared for. For once in her life.

“You’ll let me show you my affection for you once more, won’t you?” he rasped into her ear, cock still hard and shoved deep within her.

A cheeky smile on her lip, she rolled him on his back. It was so easy… in the morning she would realize it had been too easy. But for now, she was drunk on the sight of him under her, his tousled hair and rakish smirk as she began to grind. “More than willing to have you show me, only this time, allow me… my love.”

When she finally stirred, every limb ached, her legs dried and sticky. Her arm reached beside her, the softest sheets cocooning her in luxury. Slowly, the night returned to her… the rigorous fucking, the new chambers, his mistress, his chosen… his love. Her nerves tingled as she stirred. Opening her eyes, these new rooms were bathed in light.

Light.

Not from candles or fireplaces or torches. Daylight. The kind she had been barred from, the dangerous burn you to nothing kind of light.

But now, warm beams cut through the air, the particles of dust dancing merrily in their shafts. She reached a hand into the closest beam. It warmed her skin, bathing her in light she thought she would never see again.

The moment of euphoria and hope darkened even as she sat up. Alone in her new rooms, she could hear movement from his chambers through their connecting door. Her heart sank and fluttered, her mind racing.

What had he done to her…

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[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Leona, Vil, Azul, Jade, Floyd

Using half snow leopard fae, since growing up they know her secret being a half fae and what's more a mix breed along with her insecurity for being magically weak even being with

Fully knowing she been researching of why she is magically weak in the first place, until they made her laugh in pure happiness of a simple gesture they did that she wasn't aware that the plants around them went to full bloom and the surrounding became warm as if it's spring as she smiled at them and said " despite you being bit stubborn and a goof, you seem to make me feel happy love "

Bonus what will Malleus be when he witnessed that happened? Just out of curiosity

Make Me Laugh | Snow Leopard Crewel Daughter Reader x Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Well for one it isn’t particularly a secret 

Its just that you’ve shown interest in it now that you’ve matured

But that has been squashed and sullied by the horrid Diasomnia group

She has no insecurity, so she says 

She has no pain, so she says 

And she’s not exactly sharing with anybody 

Even her childhood friends harem

Anything known about your emotions is subtext

And even then its buried under your…heavy personality

“You want me to laugh? Hmmm then perhaps if you poisoned that student with an herb that transforms his luscious locks into prickly spines, I’d laugh.”

Her joy is birthed at the suffering of her enemies

Or those beneath her

Or Crowley

Honestly anyone’s pain is her serotonin:

Leona Kingscholar

Delivers that if he feels like it

He delights in your laughter no matter how crewel it can be 

But he also enjoys you snide remarks as you complain about whatever

He doesn’t care about your fae heritage or your power level

You’re just his (Y/n)

And he knows best how to tell you to stop 

When you’re boiling with rage

“Take a breather, its not as though the truth is leaving anytime soon.”

“What do you mean by that?!”

“Your DNA (Y/n) its not the end of the world as long as you’re here so relax. Better yet sleep.”

And if you need him to scar a couple kids its worth your laughter

Vil Schoenheit

“That’s just like you,(Y/n). Well we are having a dance class soon surely you’ll be pleased to put your input.”

If he’s the queen of vanity and beauty, your the king of crewelty 

He doesn’t mind just letting you run amok 

Especially if it keeps his underlings keeping away from you

And your power means nothing to him

And it shouldn’t to you

Since you’re almost as good at potion-making as him

“Have you’re fun. It is the tax of a king as crewel as you.”

Azul Ashengrotto

Is at his wit’s end

He can never match your lengths in creativity when it comes to igniting your laughter

Though sometimes his attempts make you laugh

He wonders if you had his powers 

How much more dastardly your contracts would be

He envies and admires that about you

But where you two relate most is that insecurity

Though he may stutter he’s the first tell you he loves all of you

And that he’s willing to conquer the whole world for you

“You’re such a romantic.”

“...D-do you still want that contract to have the tripping clause?”

“Hahaha yeah!”

Jade Leech

One of few who can make you laugh

Through orchestrated planning and scheming 

He can be the one to provide the event that will lift any spirits

He does it often

If only to get praise or the gift of your laughter

“I’m glad that was to your liking but how could you pin me as the culprit?”

“Obviously it has your signature touch!” 

To you he’s the comedian of the century 

And he usually can match your levels of entertainment

Which will be a perfect distraction while he eliminates all your self-doubt

Floyd Leech

Is more often then not riling you up 

Enjoying the aftermath of whatever pent up anger your releasing

But you?

Stressed out or worried?

“Ew lame princess leopard seal are you sad?!”

“What?! I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU INTO SU–”

“That’s better.”

He’d sooner rile you up than make you laugh

But sometimes you do laugh

And it makes him feel all funny for the rest of the day

But whatever your laughing about ought to be good if it sets you off

And he can’t help but sigh in bliss as he scrapes off the entertainment from his uniform

Malleus Draconia

Is gifted to hear even a hint of your bell-like laughter

You have a several meter long radius for anyone from Diasomnia

Especially him

You’ll prefer to glare at him and cuss him out if he so much as looks at you

“But how can I not stare you’re simply alluring when you–”

“I WISH I COULD KILL YOU DIASOMNIA TRASH! SEVENS I HATE YOU SO MUCH!”

“Even when you scold me you’re so perfect.”

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[slickfordain]

I was the one who sent the girls night out with the female harbingers. And reader is rich and he reaction of the male harbingers. Oh and La signora is alive because she my fav harbinger

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐔 𝐯𝐞𝐫.

GN!reader, Yandere Harem, probably short fanfic but whatever

Well, didn’t quite expect for their darling to be a rich girl / boy / non-binary who owns like… What? Three different laptops with different Genshin accounts? Yeah. Things have gone downhill from there, considering that the richest people in Teyvat were so sure they were rich. Also since Teyvat doesn’t have good skincare as we people have right now in 2023, bigger chance they stink a bit. You smell more better and have much more healthier lifestyle that this catches everyone’s attention.

They want to know how the fuck do you smell so good… Which uh… I won’t explain because sweetie, next time please lock your door when you’re nearby an Acolyte. I don’t want you to know what they’re doing in your house for that shit. 💀

And since you’re heading to Snezhnaya, the Fatui girls have been begging you to endlessly share your “theories” about your world, most likely, facts. They want to know how you bathe and, all that… I can’t count how many times you’ve sprayed perfume on them, good heavens does everyone smell so badly. Thank God Aether doesn’t due to traveling through worlds beforehand, but he’s slowly smelling too.

Anyway, back to the Fatui part— La Signora would love to know how you take good care of yourself. Even your smell and beauty / handsomeness is intoxicating that you might get arrested for being too pretty. You sit there, staring at them, thinking: “You’re telling me I’m a God who didn’t invent shampoo and conditioner? WHAT??” And this is basically where the shopping spree started for the Fatui girls and you, since they were the first to be invited. (Others would’ve been invited, if it wasn’t for their concerning ideas.)

You could somehow enter your world with Arlecchino, Columbina, Sandrone and La Signora… They even fawn at your house inventories and furnitures, it was quite cute if you’re being honest. It’s like four babies being in awe of a new life, which is understandable.

You showed them how shower works even, and how soap keeps bacteria away and makes them smell much more nicer. Yeah… Your bathroom is hogged 24/7 that the electricity bills are high as fuck, but that’s okay! You can always pay for it! After all, you’re very wealthy for a lazy ass idiot.

I could see Sandrone taking an interest in some makeup kit too, trying to build out of it despite being hard to make… But she somehow makes it work which was really sweet. You’re glad she’s making makeup kits and shampoos! Finally Teyvat can smell finer!

Columbina will take a liking to your laptops, thinking the screens is how you watch over people in different realms. (It’s not. You’re just playing Obey Me and Twisted Wonderland.) She will also steal some of your books if you owned some and never read them, she couldn’t help herself, okay? How can she when your house is full of things she could learn from? It’ll make her feel superior to those who doesn’t know.

❝This perfume is fascinating your grace! Your creations are always so lovely and perfect!❞ La Signora will keep praising you and take some dresses you’ve bought for her, which makes her honestly bawl her eyes out. She has forgotten about her husband… Yikes… Don’t blame her! How can she not when you’re treating her like some kind of royalty? She’s feeling so bad she wants to do something in return.

Arlecchino will probably fawn over armors in your place. They’re so shiny and well-built, she envies you for having such well made clothings! Wait, you’re actually paying it for her? Oh your grace you’re going to accidentally get into marriage with this woman. A hopeless woman.

And God forbids to let the Fatuis know, because once they do there’ll be a feral conversation once the girls comes back. An angry meeting. Like, big yikes when you came back to Snezhnaya with Tsaritsa escorting you away to Mondstadt… Because once you left — unfortunately — Tsaritsa will yell at the girls who did not give a single shit about it.

Pantalone will hold grudges against them, spitting out insults how they’re too broke that they forced the grace into buying them bullshit. That lead to Arlecchino and him having a death glare competition, with Pantalone taking out his gun and- yeah. Massive argument. Even Pierro and Capitano were disappointed in this.

And the girls felt more fresher than ever, dazzling with their own uniqueness… It makes Dottore want to puke and stab their eyes out so he could feed it to the Sumeru animals. He hated Sandrone way more than he should’ve… And La Signora should’ve died by Ei, if it weren’t for your sweet presence saving her.

Now the boys, especially Childe, are begging you to take them to your world to make them clean. Oh would you look at that, it seems like the Acolytes heard this, and is taking advantage of it too.

You simply, do need a break.

I’m graduating this year wtf

#various x reader #various #yandere x reader #yandere sagau genshin impact #sagau brainrot #sagau cult au #sagau x reader

[miko32]

Born Into the Seven Ruler's of Devildom

I was isekai'd to a world in a book. The title was "Kristin in the Harem of the Seven Demon Lords." Like its title, a human named Kristin was brought to Devildom against her will and had to survive through the temptation of the seven demon lords, who were brothers and avatars of the seven sins.

The seventh brother, Belphegor, the Avatar of Sloth.

The sixth brother, Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony.

The fifth brother, Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust.

The fourth brother, Satan, the Avatar of Wrath.

The third brother, Leviathan, the Avatar of Envy.

The second brother, Mammon, the Avatar of Greed.

The first brother, Lucifer, the fallen angel, the Avatar of Pride. My father. The one who succeeded in seducing the human Kristin and impregnating her.

I was in shambles with the ending. Lucifer had kicked Kristin out, banished to the swamp and died giving birth. The baby survived and was named Leilel by Kristin, and that baby is me.

I'm Leilel Morningstar, the child of Lucifer Morningstar.

Chapter List

1, 2, 3, 4

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Chapter 5 --- First Day at School

The school quickly descended into chaos as all the demons talked about the new humans, their conversations soon turning to the previous humans in the program.

"Why didn't Diavolo invite Solomon?"

"Perhaps due to the incident with the human girl who was killed."

"Do you think there might be an 'accident' involving the human girl?"

"Ahaha! That would be quite dramatic!"

"Just another nephilim they have to deal with!"

…

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

That's all I could think of as I walked toward my classroom. This is messed up, absolutely messed up. Why in the world would Diavolo start the exchange again? After thirteen years, at the same year I enrolled?! What kind of stupid fate is this?! Ugh. Whoever God from up there or down here must’ve hated me. Why do these things keep happening to me?!!!

"Ah!" My foot caught something, and I fell face-first.

A group of demons laughed at me.

"Ahaha! Watch where you're going," the demon kicked my side. I let out an 'uf' as I felt another demon put their boots on my back, holding me down.

"Argh!" Fuck! Fuck! Oh, how fate truly hates me.

"Iuuu... She has some sort of weird smell."

"What do you expect from a swamp demon?” I felt the demon lift his boot. I tightly closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.

“Hey!”

I looked up from the floor, my view only to a familiar pair of white high-heeled boots.

“You low-born demons, it’s the third bell! I will not have you punk demons ruin Diavolo’s precious academy on the first day,” Mephistopheles scolded.

The demon who has his boots on me turned to Mephisto. I slowly lifted myself up, surprised at Mephistopheles defending me.

“Fuck off Mephist-”

Mephistopheles lifted his cane to the demon’s neck, silencing him. The demon gulped.

“With the new human exchange students, it is ordered that there will be no fighting between students.” Mephisto stepped forward, pushing the demon into the wall, his purple aura flowing from his hand through his cane. “So you better follow that order, or I’ll put you on the list of Diavolo’s enemies.”

“What-!”

Mephisto struck his neck with the end of the cane. The demon doubled over, coughing.

“Understood?”

The demon coughed and nodded. Mephisto gave a glare and his friends pulled him away, leaving me and Mephistopheles in the hallway. I placed my hand over my side, emitting a healing power. I felt Mephistopheles staring at me.

I should say thank you. “Um, tha-”

“Don’t,” Mephisto cut me off. “I will need you in good shape to show me the warehouse, correct?”

Oh. Right. I nodded.

“Good, now quickly get to your class,” he lightly pushed my leg with his cane. I flinched and glared at him. He smiled back and walked to his class.

I sigh relief. I choose a great demon to be my support. For now.

I gave myself a few minutes to let the healing power work through my back. Then I lifted myself up and went to my first class, History of Devildom. I had memorized the classes I take in this building, and I was able to arrive in time. I sighed with relief as I took my seat. Luckily, no one seemed to care about me. And… I looked around the classroom. No demon brothers.

Yes!

A woman walked in, small pointy red horns on her head, short white hair, and a scowl on her face.

"Sit DOWN!" she shouted to the whole class. Of course, she would be the teacher. The student take their seat as the teacher scold. "As it is mandatory to introduce myself, even though you punk demons don't need another History Lesson 101 all over the decades because you're all lazy punks!"

She lifted her index finger, with long red sharp nails that could reach the ceiling. She scratched it on the blackboard behind her.

SCREEECH, SCREECH, SCREEECH,

I closed my ears and gritted my teeth. The teacher spelled out on the blackboard her name, "Miss Viles."

"Now, all of you will address me as Miss Viles! Or else!" she pulled out a metal ruler and snapped it. A crackling sound burst through the room like thunder, but there was no lightning. Thankfully, I'm already used to the sound in the swamp. "And! I do not tolerate-!"

"OIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!"

I jolted in my seat. That familiar voice... A demon behind me whispered, "Oh no, it's the scumbag greed brothers."

My eyes widened. The greedy scummy brother would be-!

Running steps were heard approaching from the hallway. Miss Viles groaned and held the door. When the demon stepped into the doorframe, she slammed it.

"GAH!!!"

I blinked my eyes, a demon sprawled on the floor. He had messy white hair. He was the avatar of greed, Mammon.

"HEY! I could've smashed the door, professor!" Mammon protested.

The demons behind me murmured, disappointed that Mammon didn't get slammed. That was obvious; Mammon had speed no demon in the realm could match.

Miss Viles glared. "Mammon, I will not repeat myself! Come to class on time!"

Mammon waved his hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I got ya!"

A knock on the door, and it opened, revealing a cute tan girl with brown hair. “Um, Ma-Mammon?"

I gasped. She’s one of the human exchange students!

“Ah! You must be Carina, right?”

“Ye-yes,” Carina stepped into the classroom, offering her hand. “Nice to meet-”

“I see you’ve already rubbed off on Mammon’s behavior,” Miss Viles ignored her hand. Carina slowly put her hand away with a frown. “Just because he is your caretaker doesn’t mean you’re allowed to be late for my class!” She slapped her ruler, making a thundering noise. Carina yelped.

“I-I-I’m sorry! Please don't kill me!” Carina bowed her back in fear. Students behind me snickered and laughed.

Oh no. This is just a repeat of what happened to Kristin. Bullied, mocked, threatened to be eaten. Not to mention, her caretaker was the same demon Mam-

“Eeep!!!”

The said demon had his face close to mine, staring at me. I was frozen in my seat, scared to death.

"Yo! Miss Viles! Who is this demon?"

What is he doing?? What does he want?! Did he realize??!!

Miss Viles blew her mouth. “Oh, that’s just the new baby demon from the swamp.”

“Wait!” Mammon banged the table, and I stood up, stepping back from my seat. “You’re the youngest demon?!”

“Uh-uh-uh, yeah?” Oh no, he must’ve realized I’m Leilel! FUCKING SHIT! I need to escape through the window!

"Oh yeah, you're the same age as-" Mammon suddenly stopped. He frowned at me, clicked his tongue, and sat in his chair. The whole class went quiet.

What's going on? Just a moment ago, Mammon was bothering me and now the whole class went dead silents. I glance at from the corner of my eyes, the whole students closed their mouth as if being sewed.

Miss Viles sense the discomfort, clears her throat, and clapped her hands. "Well, I guess that’s enough chaos. Let’s start class."

I sat back into my chair, dreadful and nervous. The classroom table is for three people, and I’m sitting with the poor human Carina and demon Lord Mammon.

Oh, God, why do you hate me so much?

My heart beating so fast it may have fallen out of my ribcage. My hand sweats like a pig. I take a slow deep breath. Distracting myself with the professor's lecture. I look from the corner of my eyes. Mammon was leaning over his crossed arms, yawning. He seemed to be bored out of his mind and ignoring everyone around him. I sighed in relief.

Then a quill tapped on my book. “Hey, I’m Carina, what’s your name?”

I flinch. Fuck. Quite bold this human wants to introduce herself to a demon on the first day. Very unfortunate that demon is me. If I become acquainted with Carina, I will be involved in Diavolo’s and the Seven Brothers' twisted game. They would let Carina be friends with me, then make me the evil demon who's out to eat this girl while the demon brothers protect her. It’s how they tricked Kristin and gained her favor.

And it’s going to happen again. I gritted my teeth and turn back to my book. I ignore her. I can’t get involved with her. Never.

I hear Carina let out a disappointed sigh. I clenched my pen. My consciousness was heavy with guilt. I'm really sorry. But her fate here had been predestined. And there’s nothing I would and could do. I'm still trying my hardest to survive here, and it's not been easy. Not without my blops though.

I exhales through my nose. I miss them already.

Suddenly Carina leaned on me, looking at my book. "Hum... La-mi? Lami?!"

I closed my book with a loud thud. For a human, she doesn't have a decency to keep a person's private space and business. Great. This kind of human would easily go down at least in a month.

I was about to scold her. "You...!" I stop as I saw the surprised look on her face, as if she can't believe what she's seeing in front of her. Her eyes cast down and up to my face. I blink. Why is she...?

Then her mouth curved into a grin like the Cheshire cat. “Wow, Lami” Carina mumbled with a smile. She giggled. “You’re thirteen, right? That makes me older than you.”

My left eyes twitch, shiver all over my back. Is this human a creep?

“What are you two talking about?”

I almost jumped in my seat when Mammon interrupted us.

Carina giggled. “Oh, I’m just introducing myself. Lami is so shy~” she gave me a weird smile. All the hair on my neck stood up.

What is this?

“Ik!” Mammon exclaimed. “Why would you wanna be friends with a demon from the swamp? They're the lowest of the lowest demons.”

Carina gasped. “Ma-Mammon!”

I rolled my eyes and returned to my book. A tan hand blocked my book with his palm. It was Mammon looming over me with a smirk.

“Not even the lowest demon wants to live there. You must’ve loved the smell, huh? I hope you shower twice cause I ain’t smellin - BUH!"

A board eraser smacked into Mammon’s head, and he fell backward into his seat.

“Kyaaaa!!!” Carina screamed.

“Human! Quiet! Mammon! Pay attention to the class! You've been in this class for decades! I had ENOUGH!" Miss Viles turned at me with a glare. "You!" She point her really-really long nails at me. I gulp. "I knew a demon from a swamp will have no manners whatsoever. So I'm going to assign you three, to DETENTION!" she slap her ruler to our table, creating a thunder sound over the class.

Carina scream loudly into my ears, hiding under the table like a mouse. Mammon was still on the floor, maybe passed out. The whole class laugh and mock us until Viles silents them. Then she went back to her lecture with a huff.

I take deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. My heart may as well going to heart attack. How I wish it would happen. How I wish I was dead and send to Celestial Realm.

"I hate first day at school."

RRRIIIING!!!

The first bell rings for the next period, and I swiftly exit the class, my feet carrying me away.

“Ah, ah! Lami!”

It's Carina calling me. I keep running. Though the guilty conscience still lingers at the back of my mind, asking me if I'm going to let what happened to Kristin happen again.

I shake my head. No, I can't do that. I can't help anyone but myself. I keep running toward the RAD newspaper office.

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Mephistopheles has his arms crossed, scowling at me. “Detention? On the first day?”

I frown as I open the map of Devildom. “It wasn’t my fault, it was that dumb greedy demon, Mammon!”

“Yet, you got yourself involved with that demon?” Mephistopheles clicks his tongue. I scrunch my face in anger. Demons. Why did I even bother defending myself? I take a deep breath, settling my anger down. After I relax, I focused on the map, pointing at a location.

“Here.”

Mephistopheles looks over the map, his frown deepening. “The park?! Are you insane? A thousand years of searching for the rebellion's illegal operation is there?!”

“It is there, just hidden.” I rummage through my satchel and pull out a small dual-sided standing mirror. “See the forest behind the park? It’s an illusion. They used this ancient spell, a double mirror, reflecting what they recorded in the mirror and making it like a big whole projector.”

I demonstrate with my mirror, reflecting the fireplace. The first side captures the fireplace like a picture with a camera. Mephistopheles watches silently. Then I turn to the second side, facing the other side of the room. The reflection now shows the door as a fireplace.

Mephistopheles gasps, standing over his couch. “I’ve, I’ve seen this spell,” he points to the mirror. “If we had walked through the line where the mirror is placed,” Mephisto steps to the fireplace, touching it. “Everything becomes real.”

I nod. “That’s why none of you can find the place.”

Of course, I know this from the novel. The chapter tells how one of the rebellion demon approach Kristin, offering her an escape from Devildom. In exchange, Kristin would give them a key to Lucifer’s real Cerberus at the basement of the House of Lamentation. Since their operation is based on recreating the demon dog Cerberus, they would need the blood of the real Cerberus. After a while, Kristin decided not to continue, not wanting to cause chaos in Devildom.

Stupid girl.

The novel said she trusted those brothers, giving them a second chance to redeem themselves. Yeah. Where are you now, huh, Kristin? Buried in the unknown dirt of Devildom, leaving me behind.

I grit my teeth and clench my hand on my lap, trying hard not to let it show on my face. So I scrunch my face and exhale.

Mephistopheles doesn’t seem to notice me, busy taking notes and talking to himself.

“Alright, alright,” He taps his notepad. “I’ll be with reinforcement to see if this is real.” He looks at me seriously. “If we find nothing, I’ll personally escort you to Barbatos's torture room at the Demon Castle.”

Hearing Mephisto threat made my heart stop for a second. Oh, fuck. Do I really want to risk my life with a novel I just read through the internet?

…

Fuck this. I close my eyes and nod.

“Good, if you try to escape,” I suddenly feel a weight around my wrist. Mephistopheles' mark shines, creating a shackle around it. “The mark will be your chains, is that clear?”

I gulp down my throat. Since when is he able to do this? I nod again, praying to God above to let my plan goes well.

#obey me shall we date #om #obey me #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me mephistopheles #obey me self insert #isekai #fanfic #bornintotheseven'srulerofdevildom

[utxpri]

Hello! I've been going on a binge with your Harem Au and I absolutely love it!! I don't know if you are taking requests but can I get Starish harem au? The reader is herself around them and kind. She hasn't asked any of them to sleep with her as she wants to do it with someone who does it because they want to.

Okay here's the actual request. The reader has a guest come over that she wants to spend the night with. The guest comes over in a very sexy outfit. The concubines escort the man to reader's room. They begin to feel jealous when they can hear both of them moaning throughout the night and how the reader will ask anyone to sleep with her than the concubines.

Otoya — His type of jealousy is quite kicked-puppy-like, primarily involving the worry that he's not meeting your expectations. Otoya doesn't quite understand why you haven't wanted to make use of him, in the first place, and this new situation is only making him more stressed about it. He'll break and beg to be used too, soon enough.

Masato — The fact that you're choosing a random guest over him for what he's spent years being trained for is insulting, but that offense is quickly overshadowed by fear. If you really won't make use of him, he's bound to be cast aside eventually. The fear motivates Masato to try to look more eager... and he's desperately ignoring any jealousy.

Natsuki — He was already grateful to you for considering his feelings in the matter, so now, it seems almost rude to feel so jealous and hurt. You're so nice, though, and Natsuki wants to be good for you more than anything. Thus, what starts out as simple envy toward your guest can easily evolve into self-consciousness and fear.

Tokiya — What starts out as a frustrating slight against his ability to perform to your standards soon turns into a harsh wake-up call for just how badly Tokiya wants to properly be yours. It's somehow worse, that way, now that his every attempt to draw your attention only serves to remind him of exactly why he's trying so hard.

Ren — Merely being envious of a more favored plaything would make sense. Feeling outright hurt that he doesn't get your attention in that way too has Ren wanting to combust from shame. He'll beg to be used for his proper purpose if he has to, but the emotional aspect quickly starts to eat at him. He's not supposed to get attached!

Syo — He figures out the "jealousy" part quickly, and is then left to stew in embarrassment for the duration of your guest's visit. The experience is nothing short of miserable, but it does motivate Syo to be a little more clear about what he wants. It's what he's here for, right? Surely, he can work up the courage for this, of all things.

Cecil — After hearing what he did, Cecil turns uncharacteristically bratty. He's struggling to process what feels like rejection, with no idea how to express it, let alone ask for what he now knows he wants. Fortunately, it's not hard to guess what the problem is... and there's no doubt that he wants that kind of attention from you now.

#Utapri #Uta no Prince Sama #Otoya #Ittoki Otoya #Masato #Hijirikawa Masato #Natsuki #Shinomiya Natsuki #Tokiya #Ichinose Tokiya #Ren #Jinguuji Ren #Syo #Kurusu Syo #Cecil #Aijima Cecil #Headcanon #Reader #Harem Au

[sillyrabbit81]

The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part Ten

Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.

A reverse harem, biker AU.

Part Ten Summary: Mike discovers what the other Brothers have been discussing and he and Lori become closer.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC

Word Count: Approx. 2.9k

Warnings:

Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.

Part Ten Warnings: Mild smut (mostly kissing), some angst, mention of masturbation (male), a bit of fluff

Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne .

So here is my attempt at a Mike POV. I hope you enjoy it!

Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.

Masterlist

Parts Masterlist

Part Nine Part Eleven

Mike

It was hard not to watch Sy and Lori say goodbye without a little spike of envy.

Alright, fuck. I was this close from boiling a rabbit level of jealousy.

But I felt bad about that. Really bad. I owed Sy a lot and I hated that it didn’t stop me from still wanting to be with Lori. Standing outside their room last night was fucking torture. It was sheer force of will that stopped me from trying to sneak a look through the tiny slither of light that seeped through a gap in curtains. And nothing I did had stopped my dick from getting hard.

“I don’t know how he hasn’t killed Walker,” I said to Geralt as I forced myself to watch the street like I was supposed to.

He grunted, but said nothing.

“Think he’ll try something, G? Walker I mean.”

He shrugged.

I glanced back at Sy and Lori and they were looking at us. 

“What are they talking about?” I wondered out loud.

“He’s telling her that whatever happens when he’s gone won’t change how he feels about her.”

My face scrunched up, how the fuck did he know that? Then what he said sunk in and my jaw dropped. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It’s hard to take your eyes off her isn’t it?” Geralt asked in that teasing way of his. 

“No shit,” I said, tearing my eyes away from them as they started kissing again. “But we should, she's his girl now.”

“Is she?” he asked. “She seems to enjoy the company of us all.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly. I’m not trying to…” I explained weakly and he raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.”

I felt my cheeks redden. Hell yeah, I thought about it, especially after the shit I heard last night. I thought about it in the shower after my watch and in the morning while pretending to take a dump so Marshall didn’t know what I was doing.

“Thinking about it isn’t the same as doing it,” I grumbled. “Man, this is so fucked up.”

Geralt hummed. “Is it? Are you really surprised that we’d fall for the same woman?”

“We had an agreement. She’s made her choice.”

“Perhaps she isn’t finished choosing.”

“Man, that's fucked up,” I said again. “You’re fucking crazy.”

The sound of Sy’s softail starting made me look back at them. Sy beckoned us with a short jerk of the head. 

Geralt lifted his chin to Sy in acknowledgement, but put a hand on my arm. “Think about it. Has Lori being with Sy made you feel any different about her?”

It hadn’t. Not one bit.

“But he’s my Brother,” I protested.

“And you are his.”

“Is this what you, Sy and Marshall have been whispering about?”

Geralt dipped his head. “Makes sense don’t you think?”

I let out a puff of breath. It did. Strangely it really fucking did. “Doesn’t mean it isn’t crazy.”

Geralt chuckled and let me go. “Since when does the Brotherhood care about doing something crazy?”

Lori wiped at silent tears as we approached. Sy took her bag out of his saddlebags and handed it to me. Geralt took her helmet.

“You ridin’ with Marshall?” Sy asked Lori.

“No, ah, Mike actually.”

“Mike,” he barked. “No God damn showin’ off, you hear me?”

“Told you. I’m not allowed to have any fun.” I said, rolling my eyes and putting my arm around Lori’s shoulder. 

I froze as I met Sy’s eyes. Fuck, I started to remove my arm but Sy surprised me by gripping my shoulder. 

“Take care of her, okay kid?” 

For a moment I was 19 again; lost, confused, really fucking stupid, but most of all desperate to have Sy treat me like an adult.

“You know I will,” I said as solemnly as I could.

“I know, li’l Brother,” he said and the way he said it told me that Geralt was right; Sy knew what was going to happen when he was gone… and he was still going.

I let Lori go and put my hand out. Sy took it and drew me into a hug. 

He chuckled as he slapped my back. “I don’t know why I keep callin’ ya ‘li’l’.”

“‘Cause you're old as dirt,” I said, cracking a grin.

Sy’s big paw swiped at the back of my head. I tried to duck but the bastard was fast.

“Dick,” I said, grinning as I rubbed my head. 

He didn't hit me hard, none of them ever did anymore. It was something they began doing when I first started hanging around and never stopped. The fact I could never duck them was what stung more than anything.

“Can I call you?” Lori asked Sy.

“Best ya don’t,” he said. “I don’t want anyone knowin’ ‘about you. It’s safer for you.”

Sy pulled Lori into another kiss, he held her so tight I thought he’d crush her spine. I suddenly became very interested in the colour of my motorcycle boots.

Eventually he put his helmet on and climbed onto his Softail. He gave the bike a few good revs, nodded at the three of us then rode away. 

He didn’t look back.

Lori watched him leave, motionless, even when he had ridden out of sight. 

Ah shit.

I glanced at Geralt, shrugging. What the fuck do we do now? He gestured towards Lori motioning to put my arm around her and I nodded.

“C’mon,” I said as gently as I could while I tucked her under my arm. 

She sniffed a little then sighed and leaned into me while I guided her to my V-Rod.

“You’re ok, Babycakes.” I whispered, tightening my arm. I tried to think of something nice to say to her. Something that will make her feel better. “He’ll be back before you know it. The rest of us will take good care of you, I promise. And when we get home, if you want, we could hang out. Watch some movies or play a game or something.”

She hummed softly. “What kind of game?”

Fuck, I’m a total idiot. She’s not going to want to play video games and now I’m going to look like a complete dork. I shoved her pack into my saddlebag and tried not to look at G. I knew he’d be laughing at me and he’ll give me shit later.

“Like computer games or something?” she asked. “I’m not really a gamer, but… You could teach me.”

“Yeah, I mean, if you want. We could just watch movies. You know, if you’re bored or whatever,” I tried to smile at her. I knew my face would be bright red.

“Sounds good,” she said. 

“Yeah?” My grin became real.

She returned my smile and wiped under her eyes.

“You’re even pretty when you cry,” I told her.

She laughed softly and shook her head. “Thanks Mike.”

Ok, maybe I didn’t completely suck at this.

We rode hard. My forearms were very nearly shot but we were lucky most of the distance was on the highway. It wasn’t as bad for me as the Brothers. They were frequently pulling back, looking for tails or racing ahead to make sure the path was clear. But we barely stopped all day. Just enough time for pee breaks and to scoff down a burger.

Plus I had Lori. I had her pressed up against me, clinging to me, resting her head against my shoulder. She felt so fucking good.

But I couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. I could tell she was in her head, not feeling it the way I was. And she was quiet. She barely spoke to me or the Brothers. Shit, she barely even looked at any of us. I tried to make her smile again a few times and while I was able to get her to raise the corners of her mouth once or twice, there was no spark in her eyes. 

What did we expect after what she’s been through?

It was still daylight when we pulled into the clubhouse. Lori and I stayed in the garage and the Brothers went to clear the buildings.

Like most clubhouses, the compound was in an industrial area on the outskirts of town. It was deceptively larger than you would think when you saw it from the road. It was surrounded by a high wall, razor wire and a second fence, only slightly shorter and it was covered with more wire. There were a few buildings, a couple of sheds, including a large one that served as Geralt’s workshop, a garage for bikes and a few other vehicles we had and the Clubhouse proper.

I started to check my bike while we waited. The breaks in particular. They had felt a little spongy by the end but were probably just overheated. I checked the mileage and saw it was due for an oil change so I lifted it onto a stand, dropped a drip tray beneath it and sat beside the bike while I let the oil run out.

“You guys have a great collection,” Lori said. She was walking past a row of about ten bikes.

“They’re mostly G’s and Sy’s. They're the real bike nuts. The rest of us roll with it cause it's expected I guess.”

“You look like you know your way around the bike though.”

“That’s G,” I told her, “he taught me how to take care of her.”

She smiled so I kept talking. “Marshall taught me how to shoot and tactical stuff.”

“And Walker?”

“He taught me how to turn the money I make into clean money, and how to get the most out of it. That’s how I got this baby.” I patted my bike, and pointed down the long garage to the few cars we had, “And that purple one over there.”

She grinned, “He should have taught you better taste in cars.”

“That's a 1999 Nissan Skyline GTR V-Spec. There’s only like 10 in the whole country. Legally anyway. That’s a fucking great car,” I protested. And expensive, it cost me a quarter of a million dollars.

Lori shrugged. “I prefer a bit of American muscle.”

“Don’t let Marshall hear you say that,” I teased.

She laughed at that. Blushed too. “Well, speaking of American muscle, what did Sy teach you?”

“Respect,” I said honestly.

She stopped laughing. 

I turned back to my bike and checked the chain. “He’s a good guy. I don’t know where I’d be if it weren’t for him.”

“He brought you in?”

“Yeah. I was hanging around downtown near this tattoo shop. A friend I went to college with dropped out and started working there. I’d been having some trouble and thought about dropping out too. Anyway, long story, but my grades dropped and I was having trouble paying my tuition but I was too scared to tell my parents. Eventually, I couldn’t afford accommodation and the shop had an apartment over the top which I thought was empty and my friend started sneaking me in sometimes and letting me sleep there. The manager found out and called the boss.”

“Oh shit.”

“Yeah, oh shit. So Sy shows up and I thought, okay, my friend’s going to get fired and I’m going to have the shit kick out of me.”

“My brother would have probably kicked the shit out of both of you.”

“Well, Sy didn’t. He spoke to my friend and once he found out what was going on, he said if I was going to stay, I’d have to earn my keep. Told me to clean and mop the shop, make sure it was tidy. He offered me an apprenticeship after a few months, but I can’t even trace for shit, let alone draw, so that wasn’t happening. He also made me go back to college.”

“So how did you end up here?” she asked, coming to sit beside me.

“I still don’t really know. Sy started picking me up and taking me on little jobs. I guess he was testing me, seeing how I’d react. After a while, he brought me here and G started teaching me about bikes. Apparently I was good at that, so I started working with him instead of at the shop. Later, Marshall started taking me to the range. After I graduated, I was called into Walker’s office and they asked me if I wanted to be a Prospect.”

“So that’s what you do now? Work with Geralt?”

“I have my own shop now. Cars mostly. The guys there work on imports,” I shrugged and grinned at her and she smiled back. “And of course, I do these kinds of jobs with the Brothers.”

“And that's all because of Sy?” Lori shook her head, “He didn’t tell me that.”

“He wouldn't. He’d say I earned it. Or that they only keep me around because they like having a pet idiot.”

She laughed again and I put my arm around her. She leaned her head on my shoulder. My heart started racing, thundering so hard in my chest I thought she must be able to hear it.

I wish I had more experience with girls. It's not that I hadn’t been with girls, but since being around the Brothers, I hadn’t really had to work hard to get them. They seemed to throw themselves at us. More often than not, they were throwing themselves at my Brothers and usually I got what was left. Which was still some top quality pussy I might add. But you could see in their eyes I was interchangeable, I could have been anyone, so I never cared if they felt good, if they enjoyed it. I fucked to get off and that was it.

I wanted Lori to see me, but at the same time, I was terrified she’d hate what she saw. I’d never been with a girl who I actually cared about before and I had no fucking idea what to do. I wanted to do things for her that I have never done for any woman before. And I don't mean that I want to buy her flowers.

She was so out of my league though. Cliche as it is, she wasn’t like the girls I was used to. She was more like the girls I knew in college, the ones who barely looked twice at me, the ones who saw me for what I was; a dumb fucking kid with an attitude problem. I thought I’d left those insecurities behind until Lori showed up.

I wondered what the others would do. Would they just risk it all and kiss her? They’d probably say something that would make her panties drop in two seconds.

I made her laugh, so what? That meant shit compared to what the other guys had to offer. Real experience, real understanding of women, of real, good women, not just the groupies who were attracted to what we represent more than they were attracted to us.

And I was such a fucking loser, asking her if she wanted to play fucking video games like a fucking teenager. So what if I still had a chance with her? I know I’m going to fuck it up at the first opportunity. If I hadn’t done so already. I knew I was headed straight for the friendzone and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it.

“The guys are taking their time,” she said.

“They’ll be watching the cameras as well as doing a physical check of the buildings. Might do an electronic sweep too.”

She nodded. Then reached for my hand and looked up at me. “Thanks for today Mike. I enjoyed riding with you.”

My throat felt dry. God she was so fucking beautiful. 

I put my hand on her cheek, her skin was so soft, and warm. “I liked it too.”

She smiled. Really smiled. For the first time since this morning her steel-grey eyes seemed to dance; they looked so bright. I ran my thumb over the curve of her cheek as I licked my lips, and leaned into her slowly, giving her plenty of time to push me away. But she didn’t; she closed her eyes, put her hand on my wrist and let herself be guided to my mouth.

My lips brushed hers gently. She was so soft, her lips were like petals, smooth and silky. My hands shook as I felt the pressure of her returning my kiss. I leaned into her further, parting my mouth, capturing her bottom lip between mine. I wanted to taste her, lap at her mouth until she opened and let me in. But I felt her hand on my chest and she pulled away.

“Mike, I…” “Yeah, sorry, I…” we started talking over each other.

My face burned and I turned away. How could I have been so stupid? But she’d kissed me back hadn't she?

She cupped my cheek in her hand and brought my face back to hers. Then she kissed me, softly, her lips stroking once over mine before she pulled away again. 

God, I was so confused. Did she want me to kiss her again or not? 

Lori put her head back on my shoulder while her hand found mine and she laced our fingers together. I lifted my chin and rested it on the top of her head. She hummed and squeezed my hand, shimmying closer.

Okay, this was nice. Better than nice. I chilled and put my nose into her hair. She smelled so fucking good; fresh and clean and so very feminine. Alright, maybe this is what I’m missing, these moments. Moments where its not about fucking, but something else. Closeness, intimacy, connection or something? 

Yeah… this was good. I liked this.

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #captain syverson fanfic #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x ofc #syverson #syverson x ofc #cpt syverson #captain sy #august walker fanfiction #august walker #august walker fic #august walker x ofc #walter marshall #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall x ofc #walter marshall fic #geralt x ofc #geralt of rivia #geralt fanfic #geralt of rivia x ofc #geralt of rivia fanfiction #mike (hellraiser) #mike hellraiser #hellraiser mike #mike hellraiser fic #mike (hellraiser) fic

[brandwhorestarscream]

for writing suggestions, what if skyfire stayed with starscream and got preggers, then one of the lambo twins tries to fuck around and find out for funnies?

Ok so, my mind immediately goes to working out the relationships between Skyfire and the cons. Starscream is their leader, their rightful Winglord even if he hasn't technically undergone the ceremony to inherit the title. He's already bonded to Skywarp and Thundercracker, so hear me out 👀 pretty prized consort Skyfire. He wants nothing to do with the fighting so Starscream keeps him safely confined to the seekers' makeshift aerie, and even if his favor wasn't enough to make the others leave him alone, his sheer size is.

Thundercracker doesn't mind his presence at all. He knows how badly his alleged death affected Starscream; though he'd never admit it aloud, he still had nightmares about Skyfire plummeting out of the sky and then being accused of murdering him. To have him back has soothed a million-year ache in his bondmate's spark, and for that he is grateful. Plus, he shares Starscream's passion for scientific discovery, and having someone to share it with has resulted in a lot less unethical, potentially disastrous experiments in the lab

Skywarp, on the other hand, is very wary of Skyfire. He's jealous, honestly. It's not a secret that the Winglords and nobility of Vos were free to have extra mecha to entertain themselves, harems full of lovely concubines considered a status symbol to many. But with the war, Starscream had never even glanced at another pair of wings. He was always satisfied with his trine mates, and why wouldn't he be? They were tied at the spark and a perfect fit, he shouldn't need anyone else.

But now he's brought this strange shuttle into their lives, and Skywarp quietly despises him. He feels... inadequate, I suppose, and threatened. Irrational fears about Starscream abandoning them and running off with his old fling from school. Probably tries to sneakily terrorize him, lbr.

When Skyfire turns up carrying, Skywarp is chartreuse with envy. Starscream's been fragging him that much?! Filling his gestation tank to the max and sharing such excess spark energy with him that they've kindled?! How much attention is Starscream going to give some lowly consort?! He's never been so angry and hurt in his entire life. Thundercracker has been watching this slow moving trainwreck from afar, trying to keep Skywarp on a leash but, well. He has a right to reassert the hierarchy, if that's what he wants. And having the Winglord's baby is a pretty serious status elevation. He knows Warp is only lashing out because he's scared, and Starscream isn't making it better by staunchly ignoring him. The whole thing is a mess

Now, onto the lambo twins fucking around and shortly thereafter finding out. They already have Beef™ with the seekers (ik their jet judo is just a fandom thing but still), so it's no surprise they'd go after their new big scary shuttle if the opportunity arose. Skyfire's never present on the battlefield, and certainly not in his condition, so how they end up in the same place is up for debate. Maybe Starscream granted him permissiom to go out for a joy flight, to stretch his wings and get some sun. Carrier of his sparklings needs to be healthy, after all, and a caged flyer is hardly a healthy one. Maybe they've landed in some secluded spot to rest and let Skyfire observe the natural wildlife; he is a xenobiologist, after all. Maybe Skywarp and Thundercracker are there as extra security (or maybe Skywarp doesn't want them to be alone, who knows).

Regardless. The twins show up and cause a ruckus and Starscream goes nuclear; daring to attack his consort while he's carrying! People have been executed for less! He beats them to slag and the only reason he doesn't kill them is because Skyfire begs him not to. If Skywarp and Thundercracker are there, they definitely help. Skywarp probably teleports Skyfire out of there because while he may not like him, those are Starscream's bitties and he'd never do anything to endanger them.

#starscream #skyfire #skywarp #Thundercracker

[incorrecttowerofgodquotes]

Gundam: The Witch From Mercury Season 2: Episode 10 Review

- Starting off the episode with a mass murder, beautiful. Though the good thing is that there’s a cool down period so if we can draw out the fight long enough, we may be able to win

- Chuchu begging Secelia despite her being a Spacian, how far we’ve come. And the fact that she hooks her boy Rouji up to get some tech info is also great.

- Felsi is the best girl and I will accept no disagreements. The way Earth House just adopts her like a homeless puppy is funny. Also the fact that she was so willing to do something besides wait for Petra to get better is great. She is the ultimate kusogaki as she is the only one going to the final battle.

- GOD DAMN IT ANIME GIVE ME YOUNG ELAN FOOTAGE!

- I’m guess the backstory was cut due to time constraints but I just want to see who the Elan’s were before they’re unfortunate unpersoning. However, we were still given delicious 5nore crumbs so I will accept it. It’s interesting how El5n stated El4n was the lucky one despite earlier in the series saying he was unfortunate. He finally realized that even though El4n died, he had someone who loved him, and now he knows just how important his actions towards Norea were. His line about envy could be directed at either Norea, Suletta, or El4n, and I hope he finds his own self separate from the Elan persona that had been forced on him

- Suletta and Guel’s duel was so stupid but so adorable. It really hammers home how they’re still children and they’ll do childish things. Also Guel 100% threw that duel, or at least they animated it so it was clear Guel knew how to fence but Suletta was just floundering. He’s the ultimate supporter of lesbians and I love him for that. Please G-Witch, give him a boyfriend. Also Guel slapping himself to remind himself not to butt in on SuleMio’s affairs, lol.

- The talk between Suletta and Miorine with slash playing in the background was just *chef’s kiss* perfect. Right or wrong, and even if there’s nothing to gain, Suletta wants to move forward. And she wants to move forward with Miorine. They have to face their problems head on. They lock fingers, willing to move on together.

- Guess they didn’t have the money for Delling’s VA. But it is nice to see a realistic depiction of a coma patient. Though I’m not sure if he appreciates being yelled at after he wakes up

- What is Prospera searching for? It can’t be the Calibarn. Is it something special Notrette made? And who removed it?

- What deal did she make with Shaddiq? Is she taking his harem squad? Did she plan to work with him on Earth?

- The fact that the tomato is literally embedded with love in its very DNA is beautiful. The tomato has always represented love in this series, and here we see that it’s very creation was because of Miorine’s mother’s love for her.

- Poor Suletta is struggling hard in that Gundam, but also it’s the coolest suit in the show so far. IT HAS A FREAKING BROOM. SHE IS LITERALLY THE WITCH FROM MERCURY. RECLAIM THE SLUR

- Suletta is talented. Aerial used to overshadow as we didn’t know how much handholding Eri was doing, but this proves she’s great even without it. But I don’t think it’ll be enough to defeat Eri all by herself. She needs others to help her. They all need to come together and create a better future!

- Lauda, my son, please stop this. We are destroying the Death Star right now. Have your angst moment later. And dear god don’t make your brother kill you, and don’t die of heatstroke like a dog in a car with the Schwarzette. I’ve seen some people say Guel might die but I reject that reality. After all the suffering he’s been out through, he needs to live.

I feel like we’re in a weird space where there both could and couldn’t be a second half. We have a lot to wrap up, but also we’re closing up Suletta and Miorine’s personal journeys. Though I hope we do get the second half and have it focus on Earth and the Space League. And maybe we’ll get to kill Peil while we’re at it

#gundam #g witch #gundam witch from mercury

[margyyn-34]

**HAREM MASTER IS IN SEARCH FOR NEW WIFES**

Please read whole thing before dming

(Based on pregnancy fetish, skip if you don't have it)

Let me introduce you to my project. For almost a year me and my female friends were role playing a slice-of-life-like harem on a little private server, where I play as the Master, rich and powerful mysterious man, who's name is unknown. He holds 9 (at the moment, each of them volunteered) wifes in his mansion for getting them pregnant over and over again, for reasons you could know if you dare to ask. He is carrying, affectionate and sparing, yet strict and demanding to them, he would spare his own life to defend them and their children, but also sees them and their wombs as his property. If you see yourself in this scenario, please be welcome! As a master, I promise you safety and well being in my walls.

**QUICK INFO**

The game is 70% kinks and 30% plot, everybody has established characters, back story and long history of communicating with each other both as characters and person to person, over time we developed our characters greatly. You of course can flirt and interact with any member of the harem.

Because of the fact that most of the people are busy those days and to add something new, I search for few new members. We are a pretty open minded and supportive group of people and at some point just actually started calling ourselves a family. So, if you are open, you are welcome to become a part of it^^. Plus, we plan on doing a little restart of the plot and characters soon, so it's an ideal time to join.

**JOIN ONLY IF YOU ARE:**

- AFAB woman IRL

- into men

- into women or don't mind being around them without getting envy

- carrier

*Into/ okay with:*

- some smut

- polygamy

- domination

- breeding and pregnancy

- group sex

- dd/lg/ master x slave/ owner x pet

- being submissive

**I WOULD PREFER IF YOU:**

- are from European time zones

- can be relatively active and involved

- make detailed replies

- don't mind talking outside the rp with other members

(continues on pic)

**KINKS YOU MIGHT FIND HERE:**

- any pregnant related kink, from birth to hyper. I've got a lot of love to share for all of those~

- concensual noncon

- light bdsm, spanking

- belly inflation

- furry

- inflation

- futa

- size difference

- breast expansion, milk, feeding

- shape shifters

*KINKS YOU'LL NEVER FIND HERE*

- excessive violence, permanent damage, getting hurt

- zoo, pedo, guro, all red flag kinks

- hypnosis, mind breaking

- obesity

**SETTING:** modern, with magic and advanced science.

**ROLEPLAY:** you require to play your character.

**LITERACY:** doesn't matter as long as you can communicate your thoughts.

**AS A MEMBER YOU GET:**

- emoji of your character

- lots of love and belly

- most likely many fanarts of your character drawn by me

If you are interested, my dms are always opened! Drawings below are of my girls I did~

#pregnancy fantasy #birth kink #preggophilia #pregnant kink #pregnant roleplay #pregnant rp #poly relationship

[ystrike1]

Paper Flower - By ChanIanhan (8/10)

The "romance" in this is actually Stockholm Syndrome. I like that sort of thing when it's done right, and this isn't boring. The yandere is a heartless prince who is not secretly a softie for his lover. He is just as ruthless around the one he likes, and it takes time for him to fall in love. It works. I like it.

Yeong is very beautiful young man. He's the son of a concubine, and he's kind. He's a little dumb and his life is hell. His concubine mother was killed after someone accused her of theft. She was just a commoner, so she died. Her Lord didn't stand up for her. She was a beauty too, but she gave birth to Yeong in a rural mountain region. Her beauty didn't help her at all. The rural Lord who claimed her did not love her. He uses Yeong as a servant. Yeong is not part of the family. He has a stutter and his mother died in shame, so his father abuses him. He works constantly, but even the other servants won't go near him. He's always alone.

He wants to die. His mother told him she wanted him to live, but she's gone. Nobody treats him like a human. He's stuck in the middle of nowhere with no money, in a house that should have been his. He's a really pitiful guy. He's got no friends or ambitions.

Prince Hyul is a madman, but he does his job as a royal. He hates being bored so he leaves the castle to kill pirates and criminals personally. The people love him. Corrupt nobles fear him. He's unpredictable. He has a ton of concubines and he doesn't believe in marriage. His harem is a mess. People get poisoned in his castle all the time, but he thrives on chaos. He'll do anything to avoid boredom. He goes all the way to the edge of the country to find criminals to punish for fun.

He meets Yeong there.

Yeong has a sister named Lina. She is talented, beautiful and vicious. She wants to leave her backwater county and become a concubine. Prince Hyul actually says yes. This is not a drill. Hyul is interested in Lina and Yeong for different reasons. Hyul likes chaos, and he can see that Lina is a nasty snake. He makes her his concubine because he wants his harem to be as toxic as possible. He hates it when the people around him beg for power, so he invites ambitious women to bed. He likes to watch them kill eachother and fight to earn his favor. He also sleeps with all of them even though he hates them. He's a seriously messed up dude.

Hyul almost kills Yeong when they meet. Yeong is suicidal and depressed when he meets Hyul, so he doesn't bow for the prince. He stares at the prince in awe, because he is so beautiful. Yeong kind of falls in love at first sight. His feelings for Hyul kind of feel like admiration and envy, not romantic love. Hyul looks like everything he isn't. He has power, honor and people love him. Yeong is too naive to see how crazy Hyul is under that. Hyul cuts his neck, but he doesn't kill Yeong.

Yeong begs. He gets on his knees and says he'll do anything. He wants the prince to take him away. He can't stay with his father. He'll die of misery. Hyul takes pity on him. I think. Hyul takes him to bed that night, but he doesn't make Yeong a concubine. Yeong becomes a regular servant. He's one of the lowest servants in the princes castle.

Lina arrives and she becomes Hyul's newest concubine. He never visits. He only sends jewels to make the other concubines jealous. He has a bunch of orgies with women, but he also occasionally sleeps with Yeong. Yeong is not part of the orgies and he likes to cuddle with Yeong sometimes. This is very abnormal because prince Hyul has a very prickly personality. He makes his concubines leave the room after he's done using them. Lina eventually gets poisoned. Hyul still doesn't visit her. Lina slowly figures out that the prince has no feelings for her. She hates Yeong by the way. Yeong is below her because she's a concubine, so she torments him. The other servants torment him to. They don't know about Yeongs relationship with the prince.

Prince Hyul's handsome aide also slowly falls in love with Yeong. He seems gentler but he also daydreams about kidnapping Yeong. He's better than Hyul, but he's not great. The other servants are entertaining to watch as well. Hyul is a very hard prince to deal with. His desire for chaos makes him a fickle master. All of his servants notice his feelings for Yeong quickly. They assist Yeong when they can.

Prince Hyul isn't good at feelings. He's awful at showing affection. When Yeong doesn't smile hard enough Hyul makes him act happy. He's incredibly rough with Yeong, even though the poor guy has a weak body. The prince does not have a romantic heart. He's a very unpredictable yandere. He has no feelings at all for his concubines. He only likes Yeong, but he's not loyal or gentle. I love the drama though. It's worth a read. Hyul's madness is unique enough to make you raise your eyebrows.

His madness escalates. He didn't know Yeong was being bullied, because he's a busy prince. His aides tried to hide evidence of the bullying, because they knew what would happen. A senior servant hits Yeong in front of Hyul, and Hyul's mind goes blank. He murders the servant right there in front of everyone, including Lina. Then he walks away with Yeong in his arms.

The first season ends there. In the second season I don't think Yeong will be a servant anymore. Hyul has to protect him now, or he will be poisoned by jealous concubines.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #yaoi #Paper Flower

[julyzaa]

Hopeful

Or where Nigar and Matracki Nasuh Effendi stay married and get the happy ending they both deserved.

@faintingheroine i finally wrote it!!!

Gif by @awkward-sultana

She was not foolish enough to believe her husband would immediately fall in love with her nor her with him.

In fact, him not divorcing her after Ibrahim told him about their affair, had been her only goal for the most part.

Nigar thanks Allah for giving her a man she knows she does not deserve.

Nasuh Effendi is kind, understanding and gives her freedoms most women envy her for.

He is quiet in those early months when they are strangers married to each other and she pines for the man who made her believe a life without him would have no meaning.

Then after he wakes up in the middle of the night in a frenzy to write down this discovery he found in his dream; Nigar listens attentively to his rambling about something he calls lattice multiplication.

Something in her decides it is time to give this wonderful man a chance. To open her heart to someone who genuinely cares for her and would never treat her like Ibrahim treated her.

“Can you teach me?” she asks and he almost stutters with a yes.

Nigar Hatun looks forward to seeing him and surprising him a set of swan quills in a box carved with her favorite miniature of his.

It was supposed to be a gift to thank him for the lessons in algebra and the form of calligraphy he has invented, but after a bout of illness at the harem yesterday, it became a way to tell him the good news.

She prays it is a boy, one to follow in his father’s footsteps and show Ibrahim she never needed him to be happy.

“Our children will play together, they will be inseparable like their fathers.” Hatice said as she congratulated her wholly unaware of the great betrayal Nigar and Ibrahim hide from her.

“Amin.” Nigar says with guilt gnawing at her heart.

One would think the guilt she carries is for the blood on her hands and not for having an affair with a married man.

But Nigar shoves that down and lives in the moment where Nasuh almost cries from the joy the news gives him.

Nigar finds herself hopeful enough to imagine a future where she loves her husband and he loves her.

When Esmanur is born, she knows her friends and neighbors are being ridiculous when they say he will be disappointed in her.

How could Nasuh be disappointed when he was the one who chose her name before he left for the campaign at Mohács?

We wait for your return, she had written in her latest letter, one that included a sketch of Esmanur napping with her little thumb in her mouth.

They write to each other, no longer as friends, but as lovers.

It had been a gradual thing and before she knew it, Nigar had fallen in love with her husband.

While neither spoke about it out loud, it was there.

She feels nervous, as nervous as she felt on her wedding day the day he returns.

“I love you.” She whispers to him when she gets up during the night to check on their daughter.

He won’t hear it, she thinks, the journey had been long and tiring, besides Nasuh could sleep through anything anyways.

“I love you too.” Her husband says it back just as quietly as she did.

#nigar kalfa #nigar hatun #nigar kalfa x matracki nasuh #nasuh effendi #matracki nasuh #magnificent century #shamelessly self-indulgent fanfic #muhtesem yuzyil

[gmanwhore]

Modeus:

Non-mandatory but my personal headcanon full name for Modeus is Ally Modeus Envys.

When someone first meets Modeus it is likely that she will appear more shallow than she actually is and try to flirt or hit on them, however she may back off if put down gently (She will only will respond with agression if met with agression).

In a similar vein Modeus uses sexual lenguage and talks about similar topics extremely freely and without shame, which might of course put people off.

Modeus usually doesn't speak unless spoken to, unless of course she feels passionate about the events that are currently ocurring (For example her showing exitement to "Get those bitches" When Helltaker is forming the harem for the first time)

Modeus has a deep craving for companionship and she extremely enjoys things like romance books, novels, movies, etc. For this same reason she might also act extremely clingy to those she might feel attached to.

Modeus is a nerd, she really likes to read and learn new things, which is not something she usually talks about due to fear that it might be met with scorn, but she is usually open about it to people closer to her.

Modeus actually really cares, she is shown more caring and more kindhearted to people that actually take the time to get to know her better. Her acts are normally softer when you actually get to know her and while her sexual attitude never goes away one gets that might be because she is a lust demon.

Modeus believes that she has to offer something to be worth a relationship, whether it be sex or any other thing that her friend and or lover desires. She needs a lot of reasurance and to be told that you in fact want her for her and not for what she has to offer.

Modeus is extremely literal and might not understand sarcasm, jokes, or manners of speech unless she has heard them repeated times beforehand.

Despite being considered horny herself Modeus will not hesitate to call out anyone else who she considers is acting in a lewd or inapriopriare manner, especially if the person is acting in that way unprompted.

Modeus gets flustered easily by praise due to not usually recieving it and also usually melts into softer kinds of touch such as caressing her cheek. Again, she craves affection.

She is extremely affectionate with those she considers dear and would call her friends petnames and her lovers even cheesier stuff. Probably the type of person who writes poems.

Modeus is a capable fighter and can defend herself despite her quiet attitude. She will also defend other people whether it be physically or verbally.

OOOOOO HELL YEAH I shall keep that in mind

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