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finkinthisfrew · 6 months

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TEACHER'S PET (Pt.5)

cw: 18+, teacher/student, teasing, taunting, daddy, praise kink, other stuff, v inappropriate :)

You follow Professor Healy up to his office, hands shaking in anticipation, unsure of what to expect next.

“Sit,” he commands as he steps through the door. You enter the room, obediently walking over to the chair facing his desk.

“No,” he says authoritatively as you move to sit, causing you to freeze where you stand. “Edge of the desk. Facing the window.”

Confused, but too anxious to question him, you step behind his desk, hopping up on its edge as you hear the door close shut behind you. Another click- the lock. You sit quietly, heart pounding, eyes glued to your Professors chair, oblivious to the wall of colorful leaves behind it, branches dancing in powerful fall winds as you listen to the sound of his footsteps approaching.

“Miss Thompson,” he starts quietly, though the authority in his voice is unwavering as he continues. “You seem to think indecency on an Ivy League campus is not only appropriate, but worth flaunting,” he says as he steps into your view, eyes looking down at his busied hands. His fingers work at the cuffs of his dress shirt, then he rolls his sleeves up meticulously, exposing his veiny tattooed forearms one at a time. You raise your eyebrows at him, tilting your nose up snootily as you open your mouth to protest.

“”Well maybe if y-“ you start hotly, but he cuts you off immediately, disinterested in whatever you have to say.

“That wasn’t a question- it was a statement. And if you could spend more than two seconds listening to me instead of thinking about my cock all day long then maybe you would realize that, wouldn’t you agree, Miss Thompson?” He asks, towering over you with eyes so dark they look nearly black as he steps towards you.

“W-well, I,” you stutter, cheeks flushing, but he continues like you haven’t spoken as he bends down towards you, placing his hands on either side of you on the desk.

“You spend class after class sitting there in your absurdly tiny skirts, biting your little lip until it’s raw and squeezing your thighs together like I won’t notice, desperate to appease me when called upon in class… yet the moment class is done, you become a tyrant. A good student should always be good- not just when she chooses to be…” he says, his tone displeased as his eyes bear down on you. You desperately want to please him, reaching your hand out to take his tie, dangling before you like bait.

“I want to be good for you,” you say quietly, gripping his tie with both hands and pulling on it gently- pleading as you look up into his dark eyes. “Let me be good for you.” You tug, tilting your lips up towards his, searching for approval.

He looks down at you thoughtfully, mulling something over in his mind as his eyes wander your face. Abruptly, he brushes your hands off his tie, turns, and sits down in his chair, crossing his arms as his eyes travel slowly, greedily up your body, finally piercing through your soul once more before speaking.

“Show me your homework,” he commands.

“What?” You ask, caught off guard.

“You heard me,” he says, his voice low, thick like molasses. “I’d like to grade your work,” he says darkly, face dripping with lust as his eyes wander down your chest to your skirt, making you squeeze your legs together without realizing.

“Spread.”

You spread your already slick legs automatically, the sight of your Professor sitting back in his chair lazily as he watches you spread your legs only exciting you more.

“Ah-ah-“ he tuts, lifting his chin as he watches. “Wider… That’s it,” he says approvingly as you spread your legs as far as you can, exposing yourself entirely to him. “Good girl,” he says, mouth remaining slightly open, slack as he watches your juices drip onto his desk where he was to grade papers later that night.

A moan slips from your lips, his praise sending a shiver of pleasure through your core.

“How do you already look so fucked out?” He says quietly to himself in disbelief. “I’m not even touching you and you’re already moaning,” he says, a smug smile teasing his lips. You nod innocently at him as you run your fingers up the inside of your thigh.

“I like pleasing you,” you said softly as your fingers meet your wetness. You slowly drag them up your dripping slit, making your stomach quake with pleasure. Your finger finds your clit and you begin to rub tight circles into it, moaning a bit louder this time as he watches your fingers intently, eyes flitting back up to yours periodically as you work.

“A little slower- there you go,” he directs you. You slow your speed, whimpering as you scan his face, the memory of his lip in your mouth screaming at you, demanding to be relived once more. But you want to be obedient- you want nothing more than to please him. Heat builds inside you as you watch the corner of your Professors mouth twitch up a your whimpers. The coil inside you tightens more than usual, much deeper than it has before, but it’s still not enough, so you pout in frustration.

He stands up slowly, his eyes penetrating yours as he cocks his head to one side, taking a step towards you as he slips his hands in his pockets.

“Does it feel like it’s not enough?” He taunts with a small smile. You nod your head rapidly as you watch him approach you.

“It’s never enough,” you whisper, your eyebrows creasing in pained frustration.

“How many times have you tried? Enough?” He asks, his tone dripping with lust as he takes another step. He’s now standing between your open legs, looking down at your hand, then back up into your eyes, his pupils dilated with desire. You nod your head, pushing your lower lip out even further as your frustration builds.

He shakes his still cocked head faintly in disappointment as he slips one hand from his pocket, reaching it up to your face

“Words, Miss Thompson,” he breathes as he looks down at you, taking your chin delicately in his hand. His thumb caresses your bottom lip and you whine at his touch, watching the corners of his mouth turn into a greedy smile through your hazy eyes.

“Too many,” you pant quietly, but your answer isn’t enough for Professor Healy, who gives you another warning look as his hand sharply tips your head up to him. “Every day after class. Every night before bed. Every morning when I wake up. Sometimes even between classes,” you list between moans, panting as you speak.

“And what do you think about?” He asks, dropping his hand from your face to your lap, trailing a single finger down the top of your thigh towards your knee. The rough finger against your hyper-sensitive skin sends a wave of electricity through you, causing another breathy whine to escape your lips.

“You,” you breathe as you close your eyes and slip two fingers inside yourself. You groan at the feeling, a new pleasure blooming within you. But the sensation is too dull- your fingers too small, too gentle to satisfy your need for fullness. It’s not enough. You push them in anyways, fumbling somewhat rhythmically- desperate to relieve that burning need for release.

“Well, naturally,” your Professor agrees in a pleased tone. “And you’ve been doing this every day, multiple times a day, and you’re still not satisfied?” He asks in both curiosity and awe. You open your eyes halfway as you press the heel of your palm into your clit.

“No, it never feels right,” you groan in frustration at the feeling. “I need your help,” you whine. “I need you, Professor.”

“Ahhh,” he says in understanding, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He reaches his hand up to your breast, cupping it just barely as he swipes your hardened nipple through the thin material of your shirt with his thumb, making you gasp at the shock of pleasure. He cocks his head to one side, enthralled by your physical reaction to his touch. You look up at him with renewed fire in your eyes, and he lowers his other hand to your thigh, trailing it slowly back up your bare skin as his eyes pierce through you. “You need some tutoring,” he breathes darkly as he pushes your hand away, replacing it with his own. You gasp at his touch, missing the shudder of pleasure that rolls through your Professor’s body at your erotic moans.

His fingers find your clit first and you groan- loudly- gripping the table with fingers like vices. His calloused thumb rubs wave after wave of pleasure into your clit as you mewl, watching his expert thumb work. His fingers are much longer, much thicker, and much rougher than yours. You want them inside you now.

“Fuck,” you whine, chest heaving as he picks up his speed on your clit.

“Are you taking notes?” He rasps, his own breath growing ragged as his other hand slips up the hem of your shirt, his weathered skin leaving tingles in its wake as it travels back up to your breast, cupping the warm, soft mound of skin.

“More,” you complain in a low whine. “I need you- to fill me,” you say as you bite back another moan. You reach your hand out to his buckle, pulling him closer to you and begin to fumble at the clasp. Suddenly his hand leaves your clit, gently gripping your wrist as he tuts once more. You whimper.

“I’m not done, yet, darling,” he coos as he leans into your ear. “I have to check your work first.” You groan as you feel his hand between your legs once more, his fingers toying lightly at your entrance, teasing you as your hips reach out desperately for more. You feel his other hand trail lightly round your neck, his thumb lingering on your throat for a moments before reaching around, taking a handful of your hair in his grip. He pulls, tilting your head back as he dips a single finger into you, no more than an inch. You groan and whine as you try to push your hips forward, but he keeps his finger just out of reach.

“Look at you, writhing around all desperate for me,” he says, voice gravelly in your ear. “So eager… Do you want more, baby?”

“Yesss,” you plead, turning your head in his grasp to place your lips on the closest part of him to you- reaching desperately for his jaw, thirsting for a taste of him.

“Of course you do,” he says as he lets you nip at his jaw, smiling as he withdraws his finger, slowly replacing it with two as he pushes them in a bit further, stretching you wide. You throw your hands around his neck, anchoring yourself in the sea of pleasure, waves of ecstasy crashing around you as you dig your nails into your Professors skin.

“My best student,” he praises, placing a gentle kiss on your temple as you whine loudly in his ear. He pushes his fingers in the rest of the way, all the way up to his knuckles. His two fingers are thicker than three of yours, their roughness only adding to the whirlwind of pleasure building within you as he begins to pump his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace, every stroke against your G-spot earning a moan from you.

“Is this what you needed? To be filled up a bit?” He taunts you sweetly. “All those performances and tantrums you threw for me, and all you needed was for me to fill you a little?”

“Yes, daddy,” you breathe, the word slipping from you naturally before you can catch yourself. Your heart stops as you feel his fingers pause.

“Ohhh, I see,” he says with a smile, lifting his face to look down on you. His fingers resume fucking you, picking up speed, just barely, making you mewl frantically. “Had I known every time you said Professor you meant daddy…” his voice trails off as he looks down at his fingers. You watch him lick his lip, then bite it slightly as he watches in devilish fascination as your hips buck uncontrollably against his hand. “Very good girl,” he says, almost to himself. You groan in pleasure, his praise like its own toy, sending a shiver of satisfaction up your spine, escaping your lips with a shudder.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Is that what you need? Not full enough?” He coos sweetly.

“Yes- fuck, yes,” you reply exasperatedly.

“Yes, what?” He says, raising his eyebrows at you expectantly. You groan through clenched teeth, his mutual need for the word sexier than you ever could’ve imagined.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper as he smiles, pumping his fingers even faster inside of you, a burning ball of pleasure building steadily in your core. “I need you to,” you add in a choke as you watch the vein in his forearm strain against his skin as his fingers curl, every stroke pushing you closer.

“Well I have some unfortunate news for you,” he whispers in your ear. “You see, you’ve been very bad,” he growls, lips grazing the skin of your neck, teasing you with their touch. “Traipsing around campus in this little getup, flaunting your ass to everyone like it doesn’t belong to me.”

You can’t help but groan at his possessive words- all you’ve wanted was to be his.

“Trying to tease me- trying to tempt me,” he continues, pressing his thumb harder into your clit, making you cry out in pleasure. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Hazel… And bad girls don’t get the privilege of being filled and fucked till they scream,” he taunts as you whimper in frustration. “They don’t get to be pounded till they can’t walk anymore- till they can’t think anymore,” he says, nipping your burning skin at the base of your neck between his words. “You haven’t earned that privilege, Miss Thompson,” he said, his mouth finally planting itself above your collarbone, warm tongue swirling against your skin before harshly sucking on it, making you moan loudly in euphoria.

“How do I earn it?” You beg desperately through panting breath.

“Ohoho, my darling…” you hear him chuckle below you, his face lifting up to look at you with a devilish smile. His mouth hovers above yours as he looks up at you with wide blackened eyes in pity, warm breath taunting you as it washes over your tender lips- bitten raw from countless bitten back screams. “Did you fuck yourself one too many times for me this weekend?” He asks in a mocking tone as he pouts. “You’ve already forgotten what I said? Too cock-drunk for daddy to remember what he told you?” He pushes you down to your elbows, then grinds his hips into yours, his fingers pulsing rapidly within you. He presses his forehead into yours, nostrils flaring, pupils blown-out as he growls into you, “You’re not going to touch my cock- you’re not going to feel my cock- you’re not even going to so much as see my cock for the next four years. I hope that little grab you tried earlier in my trousers will be enough to tide you over until graduation, because you’re going to spend the rest of your Masters Degree replaying it- replaying this- the time you came so close to getting fucked by your Professor- night after night all alone in your bed, until you it drives you mad. I’ll be surprised if you don’t start touching yourself in classes after this… you’ll spend the next four years crawling at the thought of getting to feel my cock inside of you. That’s a decent enough punishment, don’t you agree?” He says menacingly, your clit burning with pleasure under his thumb as he coaxes your orgasm closer.

You shake your head furiously, your need to be fucked by him clouding your mind in such a thick haze of lust you can’t seem to think straight as you ride the high of pleasure.

“No? You don’t agree?” He asks threateningly. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you whimpering, shaking against him, the overwhelming emptiness leaving you feeling deranged. You nod desperately- anything to get his fingers back inside you.

“That’s my smart girl,” he coos sweetly. You feel his fingers pushing back inside you, the relief almost sending tears to your eyes as your elbows give out. Your Professor catches you with his other hand, holding you up as he pumps his fingers faster. “That’s my smart girl. Yes baby, you’re right,” he says as he kisses your forehead tenderly. “You earned your punishment and you’re taking it so well for daddy.”

He places slow gentle kisses on your face, your voice emitting an endless stream of moans and whining, teetering so closely to the edge of your climax, you don’t think you could remember your name if he asked you.

“Shhh, you don’t need to worry about that now. Right now you need to come for daddy. Can you do that for me baby girl? That’s it, you sound so beautiful when you scream, my angel. Moan for me just like that, there you go,” he says as you buck your hips uncontrollably against his relentless fingers, unravelling in his grasp. “Do you need daddy to fuck you a little harder with his fingers? Is that it? Such a needy girl…” he taunts with a smile, your climax only seconds away as the pleasure begins to overflow inside of you. “Are you ready to cum for daddy? Yes? Yes, I think so too, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. All over my fingers. Ah- that’s it. Good girl, just like that. Perfect… My perfect girl…” he mutters the last few words into your skin as your orgasm bursts through your core, spreading through your body to your fingertips and toes, electric waves of pleasure splintering you from within as you scream. You shudder in his grip, legs shaking against his hips as your eyes roll back into your head. Pleasure explodes and pulses within you as his fingers slow with the settling of your body, leaving you limp in the strong grasp of his arm. The pleasure envelops you, slowly bringing you back to consciousness as you catch your breath from the release, relief flooding your body after weeks of aching. You eventually open your eyes only to find your Professor looking down at his hand, still between your legs.

“Look at this pretty little mess you made for me,” he says, tilting his head as admires the juices coating his dripping hand. He moves his fingers around inside you curiously, pulling them in and out as he plays with your wetness, periodically looking up to watch you as you jerk and jolt at his movements, too sensitive to be played with after such a strong climax, but too drained to stop him.

“Feel that? Do you feel my fingers inside you?” He asks you softly. You shiver as he cradles you closer to him, his fingers still toying with you, then manage to nod your head twice. “Memorize that. Because you’re not going to feel them for a very. Long. Time.”

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your lips as he withdraws his fingers. He looks down at you with an indecipherable look as his eyes travel over your face. Then, he leans down, placing a single gentle kiss on your lips, his mouth moving carefully and purposefully as a new kind of flutter awakens in your core. When your lips finally part, you watch as he steps away, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the juices from his hand.

“You’re forgiven for your behavior,” he starts quietly, wiping each finger meticulously. “But if you try to tempt me like that again, I promise the next punishment won’t be nearly as pleasant for you,” he says without looking at you. “You’re dismissed.”

You stand up in a daze, furrowing your brow in confusion as you walk towards the door obediently, too fucked-out to do much more than simply follow his command. You open the door, glancing back at your teacher once more, his back now facing you as he looks out the window of his office before you leave, closing the door behind you. You lean against it, the click of the lock a minute later causing you to flinch. You rest your head back against the glass window of the door, catching your breath as you play through what just happened, the wet mess between your legs becoming more noticeable outside the steamy haze of the office.

It didn’t make sense. Why didn’t he fuck you? Did he not want to? That wouldn’t make sense. He didn’t have to touch you, and yet he went out of his way to make you cum anyways? Eagerly cooing every sweet nothing you could have possibly wanted into your ear when he could have just sent you home… That only made the mystery of him not fucking you even more confusing. He had every opportunity to fuck you just now, and yet he didn’t even so much as stroke himself. Maybe your sexual desire wasn’t as mutual as you’d thought it was…

A sudden sound shakes you from your spiral. You scan the empty hall, waiting for the sound to repeat itself in the hopes of identifying it. You stand there quietly, ears perked. You hear it again, realizing the sound was coming from behind you.

A whimper.

You turn, then reach as high as you can on your tiptoes to the tiny sliver of glass that hadn’t been covered in newspaper.

Just barely, you see him. The two fingers that had just been inside you, the same one’s he’d just cleaned in front of you now in his mouth, his eyes closed as he sucks on them. You can’t see his other hand, hidden behind the desk, but you slowly piece together what he’s doing, the rapid rhythmic movement in his lap paired with his soft whimpers finally clicking in your mind. You catch yourself as your hand drifts back down between your legs, clenching it into a tight fist before you could do anything crazy. You can’t get caught out here- another teacher could walk by at any moment and see you straining on your toes to spy on your teacher in his private quarters. No, this you’d have to enjoy later. You let yourself watch him pump himself a another minute longer, taking extra care to memorize every whimper before promptly running down the hall, desperate to get home so you could replay the look on his face when he caught his bottom lip with his teeth and chewed it, hair bouncing with the speed of his hand before looking down with a pained expression at the small crumpled pile of black lace on his desk…

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dotster001 · 11 months

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For Tuna, Choose your Ending

Summary:Various characters x gn!reader Grim has made his decision. But now you must make yours. The time has come to end this.

Good End

Bad End

Neutral End

Girlies End

Daddy End

True End

Tag list-@shytastemakerthing @stygianoir @leonia0 @lleoll @eccedentesiast-sapphic @supertmntgirl @cxsmicdustdreams @aethermostbeloved @krystalkiller25 @asmallbean3 @theneurodivergentdummy @candlewitch-cryptic @smilingfox22-blog @phantomgaming1920 @the-dumber-scaramouche @noidonothavetimeforthis @bontensbabygirl @xxoomiii @somany-fandoms-solittle-time @bre99 @stupidsimp @sus0daddy @a-small-tyrant @imlost-sendhelp @mizukiblogs

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #for tuna

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basedkikuenjoyer · 6 months

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Crown Jewel

We're skipping the discourse around this one. Ginny is Bonney's mother, Kuma's her daddy, and there's the potential of a half-Tenryubito bloodline which would explain a fair amount of leeway we've seen. Bonney is also only 12 years old. Love how it all fits well with her intro, do hate how grim Ginny's story ended up. But she kept that spark until the end, like the wrinkle of not wanting to be seen and trying to hide the pain. Out of respect for that we're not dwelling on the horrific circumstances of Bonney's conception.

I gotta say though, I was already wondering before that if film buff Oda wasn't striking again because Kuma's story of a humble guy weaving around big events was reminding me big time of Forrest Gump. If Wano was the Kabuki revue you'd pick and choose parts you care about...is Egghead a night at the movies? Sci-fi B movie vibes obviously. Then maybe these segments away are almost like, say going to the bathroom and catching a snippet of another. Hence missing parts of it. I'm rambling...

Absolutely adore the origin of the "jewelry" part of Jewelry Bonney. Both this cute scene and how the Sapphire Scale disease hearkens back to Thriller Bark. The core stakes of losing your shadow. Same with the origin of "If you could travel, where would you go?" In hindsight...I bet Perona reminded him of Bonney. It's also pertinent to point out they were at Sabaody around the same time. There's a lot to say about her after this chapter, starting with...

Bonney, welcome to the top tier of the blorbo rankings. How can I hate a chapter that gives me a feisty five-year-old flagrantly flipping the forbidden finger? Young Bonney you are so precious. Er...younger Bonney. So we don't just have the Sapphire Scales connection either. This chapter hits that running Egghead theme of callbacks so hard. I love this bit about calling her a vampire and brandishing a cross, especially with her flatly pointing out she lives in a church, but a lot of things honestly. Talking about wanting to see a Sky Island was nice.

We're gonna peel this one off for tomorrow, but there is one thing I do wanna note. Actually being 12 with a fruit like that is a different angle, but it has that fundamental thematic harmony with a quartermaster. Just like an elegant but lowkey scary big sister with an actress vibe, a bossy little sister with the infinite possibility of distorted futures suits bringing order and wearing many hats. Kiku's deal was being shown as legitimately good but not great at others'skills. The ultimate redundancy. Bonney is the blank slate. Strap in friendos, I have a lot to say on the matter over the next few days.

This is what I was thinking last week, the part that really gets there. The ability to just pop up at island after island is hellacious for a Revolutionary. Makes it easy to pull something like Sabo's simultaneous uprisings which is smart. Paralyzes a World Government that can step in it prioritizing the wrong ones. But yeah, Kuma goes on a tear after Ginny is taken. We get a great run of back-and-forth shots though between the hero and the doting father. Love that. He goes into a pit of despair, but the last remnant of Ginny becomes a reason to live again.

My guess is ultimately we'll see something like he agreed to the cyborg program at least partially because he could take on Bonney's disease himself. That would make sense for something. Kinda dig the theory Im suffers from Sapphire Scale. I know they said Bonney had a limited time but that may be because she'd already started to turn. Im if anyone has the resources to ensure you'd never encounter natural light and it'd be incredibly thematic. I will also laugh my ass off if we end up making the World Government functionally run by the Sohma Family from Fruits Basket. Sickly lil shut-in who was handed control for stupid reasons.

Hearken well, dear reader and don't look away. For what comes next is the tragedy of Sorbet. From priest to tyrant, from man to machine. A tragic tale who's end has already been seen.

Talk about callbacks, yeah this familiar nightmare reminds me a lot of Drum and Dressrosa. It is cool how Wano fits into that, a more benign version of reinstalling the ancient dynasty. This here is the perfect setting to shift us into the parts we already know a bit about. It'll be interesting to see what happens. Somewhere this kind pastor and loving father became known as a tyrant and he was referred to as King of Sorbet. We've only got a short window to cram in a lot of big things for Kuma. That said, could see us out of this by or in 1100. So a break and a big one-two punch?

#one piece #chapter 1098 #post-wano musings #jewelry mutha fuckin bonney #who will hence be known as jewelry heckin bonney #you know to be more PG

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inkyembers · 6 months

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❛ no one here deserves to die except for me and the monster i created. ❜ for gortash !!!

HEATHERS THE MUSICAL / accepting.

the ground trembles. the elder brain.

THEY ARE RUNNING OUT OF TIME.

are these the games she will play? when they are so close?

a loud ringing permeates his brain, echoing in his ears. the strong façade of enver gortash is shattering before her. they had once been allies. "orin ruined you." he spits, his voice taking on a dangerous tone very much unlike the prim and proper archduke. no longer is he the calm and practiced charmer, the advisor who influenced so many. no. this is the BROKEN man beneath the marble walls he carefully constructed.

enver flymm had only been a boy. . . when he had been SOLD, chained. tortured. the house of hope -- NO! there had been no hope. there is no hope in the world. only choices. only action. and he had acted! HE FREED HIMSELF from the clutches of raphael, from the tortures of nubaldin and whatever fiend that raphael had at his beck and call. there are scars beneath his expensive jacket that he'd purchased with the money he had EARNED.

morgana had met the man enver built, but perhaps she did help create this MONSTER before her.

he laughs. "do you think yourself so disposable? what? now that you refuse daddy's call?" enver mocks, approaching her in his office. here he had been, thinking she would accept his hand of friendship once more. that she would remember. enver reaches for her then, grabbing at her leathers, pulling her close enough that his spit sprays against her as he speaks. "we were born to rule. perhaps you promised your monster of a father that you would kill us all, but you were pragmatic. . . you were. . . perfect." his voice is softer on perfect, as he remembers a time before.

a time lost.

enver pushes her back, letting go of her. there he stands, a sickening look on his face, nose crinkled as if he has gotten a whiff of shit. "is that it, then? is this the future you choose? to kill me? to kill us?" and then he throws his arms outward, gesturing around them. "we deserve this. I DESERVE THIS, MORGANA. i did everything right. and then you had to develop a heart for this people. . ." he tuts before bowing his head forward. those dark bangs hide his face at this angle.

the ground trembles once more.

". . . yes. i am the monster you made me." it was her briliance that led him to thinking of the crown. their combined genius brought them to the hells together. they accomplished stealing from mephistopheles himself. and this. this. . . is how their story ends. "will you. . . actually be able to kill me?" and here, he channels bane, the tyrant. the black lord. . . the god of hate. the god of FEAR.

dark eyes flash PURPLE briefly.

"if it is a fight you want. . . well, i could never deny you."

#whe w #ASKS: ENVER.#shemurder #i had to wRITE THIS TWIC E.#but i like this second version better.#it got a little.... long.#anyway. tee hee.

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diamondnokouzai · 4 months

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rofan feminism ranking

sss tier: roxana (she's cool), teaching the tyrant manners (smacking him saturday), the onee-san and the giant (technically not a rofan, but no men exist for more than a page and a half) ss tier: who made me a princess (athy is empress regnant for a little bit, that's feminism) s tier: the golden-haired summoner, i don't want to be a magpie bridge, re-writing my destiny (a fully-fleshed out female protagonist who has a job outside of the home and does not rely on men to make progress) a tier: i became the tyrant's secretary/perfumer, your majesty please don't hire my brother, your majesty please spare me this time (fully-fleshed out female charcter who has a job outside of the home, but the entire comic revolves around her romantic entanglements) b tier: the villainess turns the hourglass, the villainess lives again & etc (fully fleshed out female protagonist who doesn't necessarily have a job outside of the home, but does have her own skills. relies a great deal on her love interest. no non-maid female characters are allowed to exist without being villains or pawns) c tier: i'm being raised by villains & etc. (fully fleshed out female protagonist, but since she's a child the story focuses on how adorable she is and how much she relies on her dad for help. also, her love interest is probably 5+ years older than her and they met when she was an infant) d tier: am i your daughter, my three tyrant brothers, choose your tyrant daddy & etc. (shiny sparkly baby who does pretty sparkly baby things. relies almost entirely on her father/older brother. the only important thing about our protagonist is that she is (a) pretty, (b) sparkly and (c) a baby.) e tier: observation diary of my self-proclaimed villainess fiancee, bakarina & etc (oh boy a comic about a woman! where the twist is! that the woman is an idiot! who gets fat from eating a lot but she also exercises a lot so not too fat!) f tier: any comic where the female lead raises/is raised by the male lead. gross, creepy, and reenforces gender norms either way (pretty sparkly baby vs. mommy gf) ff tier: on the emperor's lap, the abandoned empress & etc (torture porn about a woman who needs to go to a domestic violence crisis center) fff tier: they say i was born a king's daughter (she got isekai'd to fix misogyny but she forgor)

#.din #rofan #otome isekai #everyone should take this post 110% seriously forever its getting published in natgeo as the most serious report on feminism 2024

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topreadmanhua · 5 months

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Choose Your Real Daddy Tyrant

In "Choose Your Real Daddy Tyrant," we follow the journey of Dr. Jaehee Cheon, a young woman who tragically lost her parents at a young age and has no memories of their faces. Living a solitary life without friends or love, she suddenly finds herself reincarnated as the ill-fated princess in a novel who meets a tragic end at the tender age of twelve.

However, hope emerges as Jaehee discovers that if she can find her real father among four potential candidates, she may be able to change her destiny. But there's a catch – all four candidates are dangerously powerful individuals. Will Jaehee be able to navigate this treacherous path, find her true father, and secure a happy ending?

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anthonybialy · 2 years

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Right Back, Rights Back

Explaining why we skipped work and basketball tournaments will only get weirder. The effort to remember what that two-year gap was all about is like missing memories about a bender that left us hung over without ever getting drunk. Everything is back to normal in this rather abnormal world like in a Shakespeare comedy when silly notions are exposed and played out. Nobody can understand dialogue while wearing a useless mask.

We weren't supposed to want our rights back, which is one of countless predictions bossy governors got wrong. The contagious era's action plan was designed to usher in an era of welcome state control. Exploiting disease to enact an agenda is a nice human touch from self-righteous types who think it's healthy to shriek that insurers profit off sickness. Luckily, those who seek to control us suck at everything, including the perfect opportunity to implement their hideous dreams.

Shortcomings start with the atrociousness of the notions. I suppose it's good to be thorough. The state's fans are appalled more than anything humans making decisions. Oh, sure: they can choose for everyone else. But ordering your dinner for you only results because of their expertise, which consists of thinking they know what's best.

Your kindly minders are not going to allow exceptions often enough that they become the regular routine. Government is restrained for a reason that's loathed by those ostensibly serving us within it. Ingrates didn't appreciate the free sample.

Recipients were supposed to see that life was a joy once frightening aspects like earning and decisions confiscated. Life supposedly became free from fear, which is the promise made by pushily delusional control freaks who don't grasp how foolish they are about conditions as they make them worse. Shrieking at anyone five and a half feet away still embodies utter rationality.

Enforcing arbitrary superstitions may not be as scientific as promoted. Locking everyone inside for safety made sense just like pretending subsidizing tuition makes college affordable. As with concluding more boosters will solve the problem of them wearing off before you leave Walgreens, it's obvious that throwing more cash at the problem will make it cooperate. Free must mean it's infinitely better by definition.

Science is not what Democratic governors conclude that morning despite what zealots claimed in the dark days of 2021. Citizens who leaned to tie their own shoelaces figured out to stay home if you don't feel well and not let the fear of it happening govern our lives. Naturally, they didn't get the option. Credit whoever decided for you what risks were acceptable and what weren't. As a hint, it's all of them.

Running from invisible disease clouds brought out the calmest in humanity. It's not minimizing the threat of contagious illness to note capricious orders were as useless as they were detrimental. The best time to stop wearing masks is two years ago.

Andrew Cuomo is still a monster in case you fretted conditions would never revert. The nursing home Grim Reaper should have been excluded from public life when he whispered homophobic slurs during the New York City mayoral race on Daddy's behalf, after melting down Earth's economy as a particularly inept Housing and Urban Development Secretary, and when he scaled back to ruining New York's economy. His mob-style behavior toward anyone who dares dissent pimped the worst of stereotypes.

The Empire State's pompous putz is simply the most monstrous of the invasive specimens. Every aspiring tyrant who didn't have the guts to seize power snuck into dictatorship by winning elections. Promising the usual unlimited free amazing junk was just the start in an era that showed just how feasible it is to be liberated from worrying by voting.

A virus doesn't mean your rights evaporate. Illness was just an excuse. Contagiousness created a special time that never seems to truly be cured. Making extraordinary circumstances ordinary is the dream. It's not as inspirational as hoped. The scheme takes the form of inflating the slightest crises into unbridled panic.

Thinking that we're free to get haircuts at will won't last. Humanity is bound to encounter new variants that will be scary primarily as a reminder of how easy it is to lose the right to have rights. The details will feature slight changes, unlike the unchanging lust to tell you what you can't do. Elected phony epidemiologists drool at the chance of another infection so they can spread the disease of entitlement addiction.

Brace for the next flu season bringing more aching than usual. The ever-objective media will helpfully cast your refusal to be forced to breathe improperly as fatigue from necessary orders. You must overcome your bothersome sense of autonomy if the collective is to advance together.

Presuming infiltrations protected you requires disregarding how poorly life went while allegedly being guarded. The Constitution's most ardent foes really aren't into noticing results. The purportedly high-minded flaunt a low opinion of experiment results.

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fendaira · 3 years

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#choose your real daddy tyrant #My Father Is a Tyrant #choose your daddy tyrant #shoujo #Night Witch #manga #mangacap #webtoon #manhwa #Manhwacap

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manwhacrossoverfamilybecauseyes · 2 years

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The Crossover Family Tree's

Dion x Medea

-Benjamin

-Leilin

-Lucas

-Kaira

-Eun Lee

The way to protect the female leads older brother/Your throne/I have become the hero's rival/Today the villainess has fun again/Who made me a princess/Actually I was the real one/Princess of doom

Jeremy x Jeanette

-Carina

-Axion

-Bianca

-Joseph

-Florentina

The way to protect the female leads older brother/Who made me a princess/Limited time extra/Untouchable lady/Marriage business/Actually I was the real one/I'll master this family

Rezef x Psyche

-Leticia

-Isis

-Athanasia

-Luca

-Eril

The villainess is a marionette/Your throne/The way to protect the lovable you/Into the light once again/Who made me a princess/I will change the genre/Matchmaking baby princess

Izeck x Marcia

-Kalia

-Fiona

-Kallisto

-Amy

How to get my husband on my side/The perfect ending plan of the villain in a fairytale/The baby is not yours/I have become the male leads wife/Death is the only ending for the villainess/My sister picked up the male lead

Killian x Marianne

-Dokja

-Kyla

-Eustaph

-Yurisien

Villainess Maker/Demonic contract/Omnisent reader point of view/Let's hide my younger brother first/Recording hall/Blacked haired princess

Ian x Melissa

-Rosalette

-Ruth

-Ijekiel

Finding Camila/Beware of the villainess/If you touch my little brother you're all dead/Under the oak tree/Who made me a princess

Eros x Claudia

-Luciphella

-Hikan

-Jeremy

Your throne/I have become the hero's rival/The way that knight lives as a lady/The strongest characters in the world are obsessed with me/The way to protect the female leads older brother

Arwin x Latte

-Arista

-Ariadna

-Fiyord

Miss not-so-sidekick/Abandoned empress/Daughter of the emeror/My mother get's married again

Abel x Charlize

-Ayesha

-Maribelle

-Ian

-Felix

-Claudia

I have become the wife of the male lead/I tamed a tyrant and ran away/I married the male leads dad/The villainess needs a tyrant/Finding Camila/I have become the hero's rival

Thenstheon x Cassia

-Euredian

-Juvelian

-Hikka

I became the wife of the monstrous crown prince/Honey I'm going on a strike/I seduced the villains father/Father, I don't want to get married/The reason raeliana ended up at the dukes mansion

Lithera

-Reynold

-Penelope

-Astair

-Lili

Another typical fantasy romance/Death is the only ending of the villainess/Let's hide my younger brother first/An unseemly lady

Kallisto x Cayena

-Roxanne

-Alberu

-Beatrice

-Arez

-Hailynn

Death is the only ending for the villainess/The villainess is a marionette/The way to protect the female leads older brother/The reason raeliana ended up at the dukes mansion/Trash of the counts family/Actually I was the real one/Am I your daughter

Helio x Elizabeth

-Killian

-Yona

-Nadricka

-Erich

-Hari

-Leon

Your throne/The emperor reverses time/Here comes the golden spoon/Beware of the villainess/I fell into the world of a reverse harem game/Beware of the brothers/In this life I will raise you well your highness

Felix x Juvelian

-Dahlia

-Aisha

-Ethel

-Artemis

I have become the hero's rival/ Father, I don't want to get married/The strongest characters in the world are obsessed with me/Into the light once again/The villainess is a marionette/Choose your tyrant daddy

Lucas x Athanasia

-Charlotte

-Kara

Who made me a princess/Cheerful countess sister's

Cale x Leilin

-Perion

-Karen

-Adelaide

-Leticia

-Elena

-Leonia

Trash of the counts family/Today the villainess has fun again/Your throne/Resetting lady/Say ah the silver spoon is entering/My secretly hot husband/My observational diary of elena evoy/I have become the male leads adopted daughter

Siegren x Penelope

-Rosica

-Yerenica

-Casia

-Aira

-Anastasia

I have become the hero's wife/Death is the only ending for the villainess/Doubled faced princess/I seduced the villains father/The princess doll shop/Becoming the villains family/The villainous princess wants to live in a gingerbread house

Reynold x Shuli

-Carnelia

-Herman

-Vivian

-Aylet

-Adel

Death is the only ending for the villainess/Stepmother's Märchen/Survive as the hero's wife/The precious little sister of the villain grand duke/It was a mistake grab duke/A transmigratior privilege/Baby Empress

Clevian x Navier

-Luminas

-Aria

-Vincent

-Ancia

I shall master this family/Remarried empress/Into the light once again/The villainess reverses the hourglass/Becoming the villains family/I became the wife of the monstrous crown prince

Felix x Livia

-Cale

-Eleanor

-Maximilian

-Karyuel

Who made me a princess/I became the wife of the male lead/Trash of the counts family/I didn't mean to seduce the male lead/Under the oak tree/Black haired princess

Ludwig x Rashta

-Lucas

-Rosenitte

-Anet

-Christian

-Cossete

Actually I was the real one/Remarried empress/I have Become the hero's rival/The princess imprints the traitor/The trash princess second life/Actually I was the real one/Into the light once again

Claude x Diana

-Rudbeckia

-Heinry

-Cayena

-Rezef

-Joshua

Who made me a princess/How to get my husband on my side/Remarried empress/The villainess is a marionette/An unseemly lady

Heinry x Renesha

-Samona

-Elzay

-Alicia

-Leon

-Olivia

-Ran

-Ethan

Remarried empress/A false confession/Lady baby/The villains savior/The tyrant's sister/The emperor reverses time/The villainess is a marionette/The recording hall/Please don't eat me

Perion x Olivia

-Rosalia

-Kate

-Raeliana

-Priscilla

Your throne/The villainess is a marionette/I became the villains mom/The detective of muiella/The reason raeliana ended up at the dukes mansion/Priscillas marriage request

Cassis x Lillian

-Stan

-Melissa

-Irene

The way to protect the female leads older brother/Who made me a princess/This is obviously a fraudulent marriage/Beware of the villainess/I have become the hero's rival

Anastasius x Penelope

-Aseph

-Meldenik

-Rubert

-Jeanette

Who made me a princess/The villain's saviour/Please don’t come to the villainess stationery store/Your majesty, please don't kill me again/Who made me a princess

Erudian x Elvia

-Izeck

-Ellen

-Livia

-Girono

-Neveah

-Blake

-Brisney

I seduced the villains father/I fell into a reverse harem game/How to get my husband on my side/I became the wife of the male lead/Strange love rivals increased/Can we become a family/I became the wife of the monstrous crown prince/I seduced the villains father

Noah x Yona

-Leslie

-Larissa

-Ian

-Cecil

The reason why realiana ended up at the duke mansion/Beware of the villainess/The monstrous duke adopted daughter/A perfect ending plan of the villain in the fairy tale/Survive as the hero's wife

Gallahan x Camila

-Noah

-Izana

-Dietrich

-Noel

-Llyod

-Lae

-Aria

I shall master this family/The precious little sister of the villainous grand duke/The reason raeliana ended up at the dukes mansion/Virtues of the villainess/The precious little sister of the villainous grand duke/Why are you doing this duke?/Becoming the villains family/How to be a dark hero's daughter/The reason raeliana ended up at the dukes mansion

Rayburn x Maximilian

-Mariette

-Oscar

-Arabella

-Elphinny

-Ashtarte

I'm stanning the prince/Under the Oak tree/I am the sister of the possed female lead/The villainess reverses the hourglass/Actually I was the real one/Lady baby/Ashtrate

Zachary x Rosentine

-Louis

-Camellia

-Camellius

-Kairos

The marriage business/Secret lady/Prince Maker/Finding camellia/The bountique at 97th street

Camellius x Rudbeckia

-Yuri

-Chris

-Larissa

-Etoile

-Yvonne

Finding camellia/How to get my husband on my side/Beware of the villainess/Doctor Elise:the royal lady with the lamp/Marilyn loves larissa too much/I stole the male leads first night/Please bully me miss villainess

Therdeo x Camellia

-Bethrion

-Claire

-Zekehart

-Lotilucia

My in-laws are obsessed with me/Finding camellia/The monstrous duke adopted daughter/Why are you doing this duke?/Actually I was the real one/Monster duke's daughter

Damian x Cecilia

-Adalicia

-Penia

-Calliope

-Damien

-Abel

-Lapel

-Mu

Monster duke's daughter/Strange love rivals increased/The strongest characters in the world are obsessed with me/Lady baby/Lucia/I married the male leads dad/I found a husband when I picked up the male lead/I raised a black dragon

Eith x Leyrin

-Theor

-Rafael

-Rayed

-Decald

-Irene

-Dellin

I'm the soldier's ex-girlfriend/This is an obvious fraudulent marriage/How to hide the emperor's child/This is an obvious fraudulent marriage

Hiika x Rubia

-Raelle

-Libertia

-Ariel

-Charlotte

-Helena

-Ciel

-Leona

-Vivian

The reason why realiana ended up at the dukes mansion/The lady wants to rest/Villainess in love/When the villainess loves/The lady's butler/The princess is bored again today/Saving the villain who was abandoned by the female lead/The princess is evil/The land lord baby retires

Edwin x Irene

-Linden

-Hillise

-Theo

-Lorraine

-Trail

-Anissa

-Lousie

I was born a second daughter/I have become the hero's rival/I became the villainess in an anticlimactic novel/Untouchable lady/I was born a second daughter/The precious little sister of the villainous grand duke/I only came to find my dad

Max x Beatrice

-Elise

-Maise

-Perez

-Robel

-Lorraine

-Alpen

-Arien

-Arjen

-Joshua

-Stella

Father I don't want to get married/The reason why realiana ended up at the dukes mansion/Doctor Elise:the royal lady with the lamp/I'm the soldier's ex-girlfriend/I shall master this family/Lady baby/I shall master this family/Actually I was the real one/The tyrant's guardian is an evil witch/The twin siblings new life/I'm the soldier's ex-girlfriend

Regis x Leatrice

-Vinter

-Veronica

-Yuric

-Eunice

-Louise

-Asterias

Father I don't want to get married/The precious little sister of the villainous grand duke/Death is the only ending for the villainess/The precious little sister of the villainous grand duke/I became the male leads wife/The male leads girlfriend/Lady baby

Raquel x Ariel

-Lilian

-Shannon

-Johannes

Daughter of the archmage/I was born a second daughter/I'll do that marriage/Villainous Princess/Beware of the brothers

Sedrick x Ash

-Buttercup

-Freya

-Rona

-Ursch

Death is the only ending for the villainess/Surviving as a maid/Disobey the duke if you dare/Please throw me away/How to get my husband on my side/The villainess wants to marry a commoner!!

Benjamin x Ariel

-Dabian

-Sisley

-Freya

-Arielle

-Iset

-Arisa

I have become the hero's rival/Charming and the beast/I will break this marriage/Don’t pick up the trash you threw away/How to get my husband on my side/I fell into the world of a reverse harem game/The tyrants older sister/I became pregnant with the tyrant's child

Raymond x Roxanne

-Kaira

-Helga

-Karl

-Karina

-Enisha

The princess jewels/The way to protect the fenale leads older brother/It's useless to hang on/The real daughter is back/I only came to find my dad/Youngest princess

Ariadne

-Eris

-Anastasha

Sister in this life i'm the queen/Kill the villainess/Surviving as a illegitimate princess

Ayesha

-Laritte

-Luca

I married the male leads dad/When the count illegitimate daughter married/An unseemly lady

Ines

-Pierta

-Mikhail

The broken ring: this marriage will fail anyway/Tricked into becoming the heroine's stepmother/Writing my male leads happily ever after

Raya x Adele

-Sena

-Allendis

-Rachel

Surviving the heros wife/Please throw me away/Lady chef royal/The abandoned empress/I became the younger sister of a regretful obsessive male lead

Stan x Artizea

-Julius

-Gillieu

-Mairon

-Jay

This is an obvious fraudulent marriage/The villainess lives twice/A way to protect the loveable you/I shall master this family/I was born a second daughter

Astair x Kyla

-Vivi

-Dylan

-Regina

-Erden

-Prinz

-Blance

Let's hide my younger brother first/The symbiotic relationship between a panther and a rabbit/I tamed a tyrant and ran away/Second life of a trash princess/My husband hides his beauty/A transmigrator's privilege/I'm only a stepmother but my daughter is just too cute

Aseph x Illyana

-Elena

-Rubia

-Noelle

-Benjamin

-Yurenia

-Lisandro

The villains saviour/The breast tamed by the villainess/Shadow queen/The lady wants to rest/Say ah the golden spoon is entering/I'm worried that my brother is too gentle/She's the sister of the obsessive male lead

Dylan x Meldenik

-Ares

-Dorothea

-Eiji

-Leon

-Rachel

-Diana

-Bliss

I tamed a tyrant and ran away/Please don't come to the villainess stationary store/The tyrant's sister/The tyrant's wants a better life/The twin siblings new life/A stepmother's märchen/I became the wife of the monstrous crown prince/The villainess reverses the hourglass

Heinrich x Cossete

-Veronica

-Marianne

The villainess is a marionette/Actually I was the real one/Becoming the villain's family/Into the light once again

Philio x Hillise

-Cass

-Eloise

-Rena

-Abelle

-Ian

-Clara

I became the male leads adopted daughter/Untouchable lady/I'm a fake saintess but the gods are obsessed/The grand duchess of the north was secretly a villainess/Regina rena: to the unforgiven/She came back and opened a dessert shop/I was born a second daughter/Lady isabella's path to happiness

Christian x Diana

-Raymond

-Mia

-Iris

-Cordelia

Untouchable lady/For my abandoned love/A divorced evil lady bakes cake/Isn't being a wicked woman much better/Today the villainess has fun again/The villain's precious daughter

Bayel x Rosalyn

-Lobelia

-Edward

-Deborah

The villainess is a marionette/Trash of the counts family/How to survive sleeping with the emperor/I'm a villainess but I picked up the male lead/Isn't being a wicked woman much better

Ijekiel x Keira

-Sigrid

-Edina

-Ardmund

-Jeremy

-Elena

Who made me a princess/Actually i was the real one/Sigrid/I'm a villainess but I picked up the male lead/Don't do this your majesty/I raised the villain previously/I will stand next to the main character

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secondhand-trash · 3 years

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Tyrant

A/N: hi sorry to interrupt the event content but I just have to write this before I run out of motivation lol

Pairing: Fushiguro Toji x afab!reader

Description: You knew you were already conquered when he looked up with an uninterested gaze, and suddenly he did not look so uninterested anymore.

Warning: vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, degredation, daddy kink, Toji is not nice, yes I used the word “cunny”, breeding kink, he called you a good girl once, creampie, might give dubcon vibes at one point depending on how you interpret it (I don’t think it is but just putting it here to be safe)

Word count: 4018

The most subconscious, most primal base of your instinct told you to run when you met eyes with Fushiguro Toji for the first time.

He wasn’t even doing anything, just his hands twirling the empty shot glass in his hand mindlessly as he stared at it aimlessly with boredom. You had been avoiding this particular patron of the ragged pub you worked at for as long as you could, risking the annoyed eye rolls from your coworkers just to find whatever excuse you could to not go up to him.

They did not understand why you were so afraid of this man who was not even affiliated with any of the gangs that were a known danger in the city. You could not tell them why too, but you were convinced that some gut feelings were best to be trusted.

A sheep would know a wolf even if it had never seen one.

The other people who frequented this place was by no means the elite of the city, anyone who would choose to come into this shady bar shoved at the very center of one of the messiest neighborhoods of the city came because any other place would call on them the moment they even tried to walk through. They were all the same, same bunch from the same world and as a result, these people that were your customers had no issue talking about what they do for a living right in front of the bar table where many others could hear.

They knew that no one would rat them out, especially not the people that worked there, because it wouldn’t be very hard to trace back to exactly who it was that did it.

These people intimidated you, but the number of people from different walks all of the same field who gathered here also meant that none of these people would bother to hurt you and ruin the perfectly tipped balance of this safe spot. You could deal with the other customers just fine, they might be dangerous but most of them wouldn’t do anything but looking at the exposed skin of your short top far too directly when you put down their drinks.

It was an unwritten rule for the staff to stay as impersonal towards the bar-goers as possible, but the people who did the same thing always managed to find their circle and after a while, you would have a blurry image of what they do. Gang leaders would always found another man of their rank from the corner of their eyes, snippers and hired guns had their own corner of the pub they crowd at. Fushiguro Toji was not the same as the rest of them. He always came along, slipping into the far end of the bar counter without a word and just stayed for hours until most others had already left. You had never seen him interacting with any other people at the bar, making what he did for him to come here instead of any other place still a mystery to you. He was not eager to tell people what he did, how many scars he had under the same black shirt he always wore. He had never gotten drunk, never raised his voice, never showed a hint of interest when brawls broke out between the other drunken men. And it seemed the neglect was mutual, you didn’t think you had seen anyone trying to slip into the empty seat next to his at the bar even when it was the only one left. He was in his own bubble, away from the other gangs and mobs.

He did not look like he cares about anything, and that was terrifying in a man

Running away was not really an option, not when he was always here and you could only excuse yourself so many times before you started to sense that if you run again, it wouldn’t be so long until you wouldn’t even have a job anymore.

“Sir, your drink,” You were sure your voice was near shaking when you had to break him out of his daze as you put his usual shot in front of him. It was a Wednesday midnight and it was just you working at the front, and surely he was there on the day you finally had nowhere to hide. Heat drained from your face when you walked up to him, the feeling of the cooler’s wind fanning against your exposed skin beneath the skimpy uniform you were wearing made you feel all the more self-conscious. If he looked up, he would see the way your shirt rested just below your chest, the fabric taut against the curve of your bra. The cut of your jean shorts was almost meaningly, with the fray resting at the root of your thighs and barely below the roundness of your ass.

You knew you were already conquered when he looked up with an uninterested gaze, and suddenly he did not look so uninterested anymore.

Your body could not move when his eyes trailed down from your wide eyes to your nervously pursed lips, to your collarbone and your tits that were pushed out as you crossed your arms in front of you like a child, and down the skin of your stomach before going back up when he got to the flesh of your thighs. You gulped, feeling the fever that speeded through your veins and holding back the unknown urge to clench your legs tighter together out of reflex.

He knew you were afraid of him, and your timid posture seemed to entertain him greatly when he picked up the shot glass that looked miniature in his large hand and brought it up to his scarred lips. He was smirking now, opening his back as he tilted the hard liquor into his mouth. The knot in his throat bobbed, and you almost let out a disgraced whimper when you saw the lines of his abdomen against his shirt when he let out a sigh.

“Waiter!”

You jumped when you heard the yell from the other side of the pub, frantically pulling your eyes away and swallowing down the chills on your scalp. You gave him a quick nod before you nearly stumbled away, and your heart pounded in your ear when you heard a grumbled chuckle ringing behind you.

He was gone by the time you gathered enough courage to look at his usual seat again, but you could not stop thinking about the way he looked at you even after you were alone in your bed that night.

“What had you done with the man who always sat at the corner?” your coworker asked you in the changing room when you came back from your day off.

Your hands that were zipping up your hot shorts froze in place. “Nothing,” you hid the fact that you felt your skin heating up just as the familiar image appeared in your head, tugging your shorts as low as you could to hide more of your skin as you followed up, sounding as nonchalant as you could, “why did you ask?”

“Really?”

You felt goosebumps exploding on your skin when they said the one thing you had feared they would say.

“Because he asked about you when you weren’t here yesterday.”

Once the wolf locked onto its target, it wouldn’t stop until the little lamb finally fell into right where he wanted it to be.

He started to request for you to serve his drinks. Your owner couldn’t wait to send you his way, because the man who usually ordered two shots max was now ordering repeatedly as long as you were the one walking up to him. The more you could not meet his gaze, the wilder he seemed to grin as he started coaxing you to stay with him for longer after you put down his drinks. The primal instinct to bow down to the dominant and the one that pushed you to run from the predator battled in your head when he asked for you to sit down with him, with the former winning when you realised you were nothing but a puddle of water as soon as he put his hand on your wrist.

That was the most dangerous part about him, because he seemed to have figured out that your body wanted to obey him.

One hand on the wrist eventually turned into his palm on your thigh. His touch always soft enough for you to flinch away, delighting him all the more when you didn’t. It was only a matter of time before he asked for your name, how old you were, what you do when you weren’t here serving beer to gangs.

You told him you need the money, and he looked very understanding when he nodded and gave your thigh a pat before taking his hand back. “No wonder,” you sat up straighter when you felt the chills running along your spine from his calloused finger brushing against your skin, “I was thinking why a little thing like you would be at a place like this.”

One night, Toji did not come into the pub like he used to. He was already there by the time you walked up to the backdoor, your mouth parting but nothing came out at why he was here at the staff entrance and so early too.

“When does your shift end?” he asked, long fingers picking out a cigarette from the packet before holding it between his teeth.

Your skin crawled, before the warmth stirring in your stomach won over.

He nodded when you answered him, the sharp click of his lighter followed by a spark as he dipped his head down.

The shivers were back when he exhaled, throwing his head back as he leaned against the brick wall.

“Good,” he said, putting the lit cig back between his teeth when he made a gesture with his hand for you to go inside.

When you came out, he had just taken his last puff. There was a glint in his eyes when he saw you standing there in front of the door, your hands gripping onto the strap of your bag.

The half-burnt butt joined the several others on the floor when he pushed himself off the wall and walked up to you.

The wolf showed his claws once the lamb was in his lair.

Your head was hazy when Toji backed off of you for the first time after your back hit his mattress. A manic smile hung on his face when he looked down at the figure beneath him, shaking and panting as you were trapped between his knees.

He had an image in his head of how you would look with your body sunk into his bed, and boy were you a fragile, pretty little thing when he finally got to put his hands on you.

Your lips were puffy from his nibbling and sucking, looking awfully like a pout as heavy breaths fell from the trembling petals. Your arms remained where he had pinned them down above your head even long after his hands wandered away, your face buried to the side of your upper arm as you tried to hide your expression away. His rampant lips had left your head light and with his weight off of you, you finally remembered to breathe.

Toji licked his lips as his gaze burned into you, darting his tongue out to wet his lips as he racked his eyes all over your exposed torso. The first thing that he tore off of you was the flimsy crop top that he had always see as a pain in the eye, pulling it above your tits roughly right after he shoved you onto his bed. The gasp that fell from your lips had him hard in an instance when he yanked down your bra, your arms completely helpless from shielding your chest from him with him one step ahead of you and pinning them above your head. You made the most pathetic noises when he sucked on your nipples, licking and flicking the bud with his tongue as you writhed underneath him. Now they were hard and standing for attention as he groped the flesh while staring right into your face, the sheen left on your peaks from his saliva as he rolled it between the gap of his fingers.

Fragile, pretty little thing, and a sensitive one too, Toji sniggered to himself as he palmed his erection over his pants, his cock already twitching when he thought of how he could train your body to react the way he wanted you to.

A wet patch had already formed at the crotch of your panties and you let out a broken moan when his thumb pressed down on where your clit would be. “Little slut, getting so wet just from having your tits played with...” he mused, hooking the strip of fabric under his index finger and watching you squirmed when it stuck between your folds. You whimpered when he tugged it back and forth, your juices gushing out when it rubbed against your clit.

Your body jerked when he snapped it against your cunt, and he laughed. Your arousal formed a string when he pulled your soaked panties off of you, shoving it in the pocket of his pants but not before bringing the fabric near his nose and took a hard sniff. Your face burnt with humiliation and arousal at the sharp noise, but the heat dropped when he shoved the band of his wide-legged pants down roughly and his hard cock sprung up against his abdomen.

His head was already leaking with pre and a thick, pulsing vein crawling all the way down to his base from the crown. Your eyes widened when he fisted it in his hand, giving the girth a few jerks before tapping it against your cunt. His fingers dug into your thighs as he hooked it around his waist, rolling his hips slowly as he slid his length along your wet folds.

The weight between your legs was hard to brush off. He was hot, heavy, and his tip was right below your naval when his balls tapped against your ass. A loud squelch echoed in your ear when he pulled back, your wetness coating his cock from top to bottom as he dragged it along.

The fuse in your head burnt to ashes when you felt his hardness lining up at your entrance.

“Wait, please-”

Your blood curled when Toji froze in place, the drop in his lust-riddled gaze shifting from your cunt slowly to your face.

“Huh?” he huffed, the grumble sending shocks straight to your core as he hoisted your legs higher up his sides.

“Please, it’s not going to fit,” your voice was weak as you whimpered, feeling your nervous tears gathering at the corner of your eyes when something nudged at your pussy.

You hissed when he pushed his tip in. He let out a wolfish chuckle when your body shuddered, “It seems like it’ll fit in this needy hole just fine.”

“No, no...” the tears were pushed down your cheeks when you shook your head, “please, I’ve never had anything this big. I-”

The wolf, so hungry and ready to devour you, halted any of his movements. Your eyes widened when the grin on his face dropped, and a dark cloud hazed over his sharp eyes.

You had said the wrong thing, you realised that when a wide grin split on Toji’s face.

“Never had anything this big,” he repeated mockingly, staring at your watery eyes from above when he pulled his tip out of you, “I see how this is...”

You yelped when he suddenly pushed your knees all the way back until it was right against your chest. The pain at the sides of your thighs had you slamming your head back, arching yourself off the mattress as Toji licked his hips at the sight of your dripping cunt all out for his eyes to see.

“You are such a slut for me because no one has ever fucked you right before...” he mused, gripping you by the back of your knees as he positioned himself at your clenching hole.

“Tell daddy,” your face heated up when he purred, “how big were the other people that you’ve had before?”

A sharp mewl ripped from the back of your throat when he pushed in, not even halfway through but your hands were already clawing at the sheets beneath you at the stretch. Your walls clamped down at the newfound fullness, stretching apart by a girth you had never experienced before.

His cock pulsed in you when he laughed, his lips curling up at the way your toes pointed straight and your eyes rolling back. “This big?”

You could only whimper when he pushed more of his cock inside. “This big?” he asked again, his throat bobbing when your tight walls fluttered around him.

More. “This big?”

The laugh rumbled out from the back of his chest when your voice came out high pitched and broken. The painful hiss stuck at the back of your throat when he gave one final push, his heavy balls slapped against your ass when he was finally all the way in. Your body was being torn apart by the seams, treading between the line of pain and pleasure as your vision saw white from getting stretched. He was hot inside of you, and his cock sitting inside of you was impossible for you to ignore as every cell in your body was set aflame by the numbing feeling.

“Hu- ah!” you panted when he shifted his weight onto your body, nuzzling his tip deeper into you as if it was even possible.

“Let daddy show you how real men fuck their whores.”

Loud slaps echoed in the room when he started thrusting, holding your shaking legs tight as he pounded into your cunt with feverish intent. The crescent marks of his nails digging into your skin was painful, and your body did not feel like it was under your own control as he drilled in and out of your sloppy hole. Your ass jiggled under each slap of his thighs against your cheeks, everywhere his cock had dragged against feeling like it was set on fire as he fucked you at a frantic pace. Your mouth parted when the initial pain was taken over by an undeniable lust, your brain melting into mush with his cock bottoming out in you so hard you could not even think straight.

“Hm- mm! ‘S good, feels so good- Daddy, please please please...”

Toji laughed at your incoherent babbles. His chest pressing up against the back of your thighs as he thrust deep into you, there was nowhere for you to hide your lust-blown gaze from his eyes. Drool was rolling down your jaw as your mouth hung wide, your tongue almost lolling out with each slam of his hips against yours. Your vision was blurry and you could barely keep your eyes open, fighting against the urge to close them up under the stimulation your body was being put through.

He only went harder when aroused tears ran down your face, the wetness of his tongue licking away the salty droplet making you whimper. “Aw, what’s wrong?” the condescending tone made your face burn, his warm breath brushing against your cheek as he accentuated each word with a roll of his hips, “Crying because this is the first time someone has reached so deep into your cunny?”

You let out a loud whine. Cunny, how humiliating for him to talk to you like you were a thoughtless child when he knew you could barely breathe properly with how he was rearranging your guts. The tantalizing tuts of his tongue made your walls clench and he let out a beastly grunt at the sudden friction around his cock.

“Any of the men you always flaunt around would kill someone to trade places with me,” he grunted, nibbling at the sensitive skin of your neck as he dragged his teeth down. He chuckled and the vibration made you roll your head back, “A cock whore like you would love that, won’t you? People killing just for a chance to pound your naughty hole?”

“No, no-” you shook your head when he suddenly slowed down, every hair on your body standing up at the sudden drop and your hands flew to grab onto his shoulders just for a chance for him to keep going, “only want you. Only want daddy’s cock- Ah! Hng!”

Your pleas satisfied him greatly, even more so when your wanton moans rang loudly in his ears as he aimed each thrust right at the spongey spot deep inside of you. “I should just knock you up, huh?” he smirked when you clamped down around him the moment his words dropped, “fuck a baby inside of you so other men can’t ogle at your tits and ass in that fucking uniform anymore.”

You could not process a word of what he was saying, the only thought your head could generate was that you would do anything for him to keep going. One strong pound tipped you off the edge, and you could not stop the rambling from falling off your tongue as his cock kept driving in and out of you while the orgasmic waves rush over you.

“I’m not gonna stop fucking you until you’re nothing but daddy’s little cumdump, is that what you want?”

“Yes yes yes yes- fuck yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop-”

Toji cackled, and kissed you square on the lips.

“Good,” Thrust, “fucking,” Thrust, “girl...” Thrust.

He kept going as his load spilt inside of you. You whined at the warmth that filled you up, the stickiness leaking out with each push of his fat cock out of your abused hole and running down where your bodies connected. Toji leaned his body back as he slowed down, his eyes gluing onto the mess between your legs as your juices mixed with his released dripped onto the sheets.

You whimpered at the soreness when he slipped his limp cock out, the fluttering of your folds pushing his cum out of you. “Ha...” you sucked in a deep breath when he put your legs down, the twitching not once stopping when he leaned down and kissed your puffy clit.

Your sensitive body jumped at the touch, and he kissed the nub again as he pushed the leaking cum back into your pussy. “Good girl.”

You were far too worn out to do anything when he took your top off of you and unhooked your bra that had been sitting uncomfortably under your chest. The things he had said to you while he was ravaging you finally sank into your skin when you had the breaths to think about it, and Toji gave your head a soft pat when your eyes followed him like a lost puppy when he got up.

“Sleep,” he kissed your temple, and it appeared you still couldn’t win over the want to listen to him as the tiredness in your lids took in.

Fushiguro Toji watched as you drifted away into slumber, the silence stirring in the air as he contemplated what to do with you. It had been a while since he had last wanted something but he had been quick to recognise the fume in his chest when he saw you walking around and forcefully smiling at people not less dangerous than himself the first time he went into that pub.

The tyrant would stop at nothing to get what he wanted, and he had no plans to let go once he took his first bite.

You did not hear him, he took your sleepy whimper as an answer on his own when he whispered against your hair.

“We talk about you and that job when you wake up.”

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen smut #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji imagine #fushiguro toji imagines #fushiguro toji smut #toji smut

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persefone88 · 3 years

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10 + 1 Wangxian Recs - Theme Arranged Marriage

I am currently mostly in MDZS (Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) fandom. And fully and wholeheartily shipping Lan Wangji/Wei Wuxian. And since I have collected 2000+ Wangxian bookmarks on AO3 I thought it was high time to pick out some of my favourite fics to Recommend. But since it is hard to pic just a few I decided to separate them into themes.

This time it is Arranged Marriage.

*Edit 21-08-24 Moving one fic to another list and replacing it with another*

Perfectly Arranged by mondengel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20009566

Summary:Three nights before his wedding to an omega from Yunmeng, Lan Wangji meets Wei Yuandao.

Another Kind of Marriage by Titans_R_Us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17215550

Summary:Wei Wuxian gets married to Lan Wangji a different way. Did you know if you pull a Lan Sect member's ribbon off you have to marry them? Everyone knows how strict the Lan Sect is about rules. Everyone.“WHO HAS A VIRGINITY RIBBON ANYWAY?” “That is not all it stands for, it also represents self-restraint, honor–” “BUT I’M TOO YOUNG TO GET MARRIED.”

Alas, Disasterous Miscalculations Align Sects with Sudden Summer Weddings by mondengel

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29736324

Summary:Jiang Cheng sends out an obviously tongue-in-cheek request for an alliance, and receives an unexpectedly serious response.

hot necromancer singles seeking dom daddies in your area by Mikkeneko

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29440212

Summary:Wei Wuxian continued, stepping forward across the floor until he was right up in Lan Wangji's space. He grinned. "You're the great and righteous slayer of demons, and I'm just a weak little resentful cultivator who has to resort to crafty tricks. What can I hope to do to stop you?" he said in a singsong tone. "If you want me to repent for my crimes, why don't you make me?"--Without the aid of the Yiling Wei sect and its patron, the Yiling Patriarch, the Sunshot Alliance surely would have lost the war against the tyrant Wen Ruohan. Now the Yiling Patriarch is demanding repayment in the form of a tribute bride -- and he only wants Lan Wangji. What could a dark sorcerer possibly want out of a union with the strongest and most righteous spiritual cultivator? Whatever Lan Wangji was expecting out of this marriage, it wasn't this...

love, in fire and blood by cicer

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26958667

Summary:"You want Wen Ruohan dead," the Patriarch continued idly. "You want his corpse puppets eliminated. You want his halls burned to the ground and his soldiers disemboweled and begging for mercy. Have I about covered it?"He gave another knife-edged smile."But what will you give me in return?""We would be willing to offer quite a bit in return for Wen Ruohan's defeat," Lan Xichen admitted. "But I'm afraid we don't know what an immortal such as yourself desires. Please advise us."The Patriarch waved at hand at the front of the tent. "I want Second Young Master Lan."(In which the Sunshot Campaign ends through an arranged marriage to the Yiling Patriarch, and Lan Wangji suffers the mortifying ordeal of falling in love with his own husband.)

The Distance Between Fondness and Something Akin to Love by countingcr0ws

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30038865

Summary:To safeguard Cloud Recesses' interests while Qishan Wen continues to expand its territory, Lan Wangji agrees to a betrothal proposal from Lotus Pier.Lan Wangji doesn't care how his betrothed, Wei-gongzi, looks. His staffing roster for the junior disciples is a more pressing concern. Then Wei-laoshi arrives a week early, via the perimeter wall of Cloud Reccesses.-Wei Wuxian sneaks into Cloud Recesses to peek at his betrothed, only to land a teaching position.

below the clouds, above the lakes by northofallmusic (tofsla)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25220392

Summary:Wei Ying was not formally considered a Jiang until it became necessary for a Jiang to marry a Lan as a guarantee of alliance. Now, in the habitat dome which houses the palace known as the Cloud Recesses, he has to navigate a new role, a new marriage, and an unfamiliar tangle of political relationships and loyalties.

Restraint and Realization by Winglesss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24394234

Summary:As an omega from a prominent clan, Wei Wuxian expected his marriage to be arranged for him, but he naively hoped his family would choose for him an alpha he could learn to love. When he hears he's promised to Lan Wangji, he's sure the straight-laced alpha could never tolerate such a disobedient omega as him. Maybe the arrangement is a punishment for both of them. Fortunately, Wei Wuxian has a plan to get out of it. He's going to break every single rule of Gusu Lan clan. It comes as a huge surprise when Lan Wangji doesn't immediately send him back home. The alpha is an enigma. If only Wei Wuxian could read his smell.

a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16635728

Summary:When the entire cultivation world turns against Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng comes up with a plan to save him and arranges a marriage between his brother and the Second Jade of Lan, Lan Wangji.

yours for the taking by SugarMilkTea

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30761996

Summary:“There’s still time to back out, you know,” Wei Ying says, quiet enough that even the attendants waiting at the corners of their table won’t hear.Lan Wangji pauses in the middle of reaching for the sash on Wei Ying’s—on his husband’s—outer robes. A pit opens in his stomach. His hand falls to his lap, and he lifts his eyes to meet Wei Ying’s. “Is that what you want?”---The components of the marriage ceremony are easy in theory. The handfasting, the bows, the feast... and the Taking.

the most beautiful man in the world by deliciousblizzardshark

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32179399

Summary:“I did the same thing,” Wei Wuxian admitted. “How could I marry you without knowing what I was getting into? What if all the stories about you being the most beautiful man in the world were a lie?”“Mn,” Lan Wangji said. “They were.”Wei Wuxian gasped. “They were not!” he exclaimed. “My future husband is the most gorgeous creature there is!”“He is not,” Lan Wangji said. “My future husband is.”orWei Wuxian wasn't interested in marrying until he began hearing rumors about a man so beautiful flowers and fuzzy animals grew and flourished wherever he went.

#mdzs #mdzs fanfiction #fanfiction recommendations #wangxian #arranged marriage

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rahadaddy · 2 years

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Stella Wachter: anemone + lily.

HCs about NPCs: Saturday Game Edition | Accepting!

anemone : how does your muse view the world ; as a cruel & unforgiving place , a land full of wonders , or something in - between ? where does that world view come from ( what experiences , life lessons , etc . ) ?

Stella is a character who views the world as a place full of both wonders and horrors - and she wants to see it. She's been locked away for a year so she is restless and she wants to see and try everything... but she knows cruelty exists. She has seen it and experienced it firsthand and she actively chooses to be good. She doesn't know what goodness means, what should govern it, so she's a little chaotic, but she thinks you have to be the good you want to see in the world because there is so little of it and you should protect it and foster it when you find it. Honestly, Victor Vallakovich is going to have trouble convincing her not to go with him and the party places because she wants to experience life.

lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

Stella was a daddy's girl. Her mother was always harder on her than she was on the boys - she fully expected Stella to marry Victor Vallkovich and take over Vallaki. When Stella seemed to be jeopardizing that union, Nikolai Sr. prayed that a god of goodness would protect his daughter and inadvertantly made her a warlock... shortly before Fiona decided that between the way the Vallakovich boy wasn't enamored by Stella and the burgeoning magical powers Stella was developing, she was more of a threat than a boon and she cursed her and locked her away. Leading up to that, Stella became aware of the cult and began to understand her mother was not only ambitious, but dangerous. She feared her. She loved her the way abuse victims love their abusers - she wanted to be perfect for her mother and she wasn't. Now that Fiona is dead, Stella doesn't really want to mourn. She's sadder for her father's death a year ago than she is about Fiona's death which was.... yesterday?

She thinks it's funny - ironic, I suppose - that she's finally getting everything her mother wanted her to have. She has Victor's affection, insomuch as Victor gives affection, she is securing her engagement to him and plans to at The Festival of the Returning Sun. She's going to be baroness and she did it her way and her mother would have been happy her daughter had finally gotten in the door... but horrified that what Stella wants most is to make Vallaki an interesting place and also to climb her fiancé like a cat tree. She knows her mother would be disappointed in her and that inspires something like anger in her.

She is angry at her mother. Livid. Betrayed by her. She might demand that Lucian or Urlstra cast "Speak With Dead" on Fiona Wachter's corpse so she can interrogate her and tell her what-for. She wishes she could have seen Dorinn kill her and she feels like a terrible person for wanting that, but her mother cursed her. Fiona was a tyrant and Stella is grateful the party squashed her cult... but that was her mother and aren't mother's supposed to love their daughters?

Honestly, a lot of what is happening in the manor when you leave the kiddos alone is sad cuddling in a bed Victor hasn't slept in in years, just pressed together and crying and trying to comfort each other. They lost their mothers on the same day, were reunited hours later, and even though Victor has the whole party to turn to... who does Stella have? She doesn't know who to turn to about her rage and grief except Victor. Aren't mothers supposed to love their daughters?

I think in the end, she is consciously choosing to be anything but her mother. And if that means being good and kind even when she wants to let out a couple eldritch blasts to feel better, to feel powerful.... she will be good and kind. It's the kind of "living well is the best revenge" life she's going for.

#ask: headcanon #ch: stella wachter #ch: fiona wachter #ch: victor vallakovich #relationship: victor vallakovich x stella wachter #relationship: stella wachter & fiona wachter #abuse tw #neglect tw

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istadris · 3 years

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Highlights of last D&D session:

Expectations: a brave group of competent adventurers cleverly outwitting the cult of the Scaled Tyrant despite the odds and trials set on their paths. Reality: 35 minutes of debate in a swamp ending up on “The matter is settled, we are NOT eating any bullywugs legs!” “Just because you don’t have any culinary curiosity doesn’t mean it’s necessarily cannibalism !”

DM: “You’ll need some rp and a good roll to convince your patron” Warlcok: “Nat 20!” Barbarian OOC : “Holy shit you sugar daddied his ass !”

Once again, the patron’s Warlock breaks the 4th wall and reaches into our reality, this time by giving shitty rolls to all of our Fighter’s attacks to compensate for the Warlock’s excellent rolls.

Fighter: “I’m going upstairs” Barbarian: “I’m sure this won’t end well for her again so I’m following her (spoilers: I was right)

“Anyway he’s racist so we’re punching him”

(while planning how to kill in a spectacular fashion the bullywug shaman to win over lizardfolk while scaring the rest of the bullywugs into submission) : “I can put him on the tower’s windowsill, sigh “the things I do for loyalty” and then push him.

Fighter : “Barbarian, Ranger’s Wolf, I choose you!!”

“My pseudodragon is upset we had to use his food as giant lizard bait” “Your pseudodragon is a pet, he doesn’t get to voice his complaints so he shuts the fuck up” “He’s a sentient and sensible creature with rights!” “He may be sentient and sensible but he still ain’t got no rights”

Who would win: Two high-ranked cultists casters with several spells to protect them while hindering and damaging their enemies Or 1 angry barb

The plan : sneak into the castle, kill a bullywug shaman to win the lizardfolk to our cause, try to keep a couple of cultist lieutenants alive for questioning but not Rezmir, the half-dragon leading the cell, because she would be too fanatic to answer, all of this as sneakily as possible.

The results: Two dead lieutenants, the entire castle alerted, ending the session with half of the cultists surrounding us, haven’t even found the shaman, “guess we’ll have to try our luck capturing Rezmir alive”

#dnd adventures #dnd #d&d #Rasmina

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lovelycoralmentality · 3 years

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Manhwa

Who made me a princess -> chapter 89

Devil wants to hug -> chapter 49

To Be or Not to Be -> Chapter 63

The reason Why Raeliana Ended up at the Duke’s Mansion -> chapter 147 (fin)

Shadow queen -> chapter 38

The justice of villainous woman -> chapter 113

Silent lover -> chapter 19

The Villainess reverses the hourglass -> chapter 45

Charlotte Has Five Disciples -> chapter 43

The grandmaster of demonic cultivation -> chapter 175

Beware of the villainess -> chapter 58

I became the villain's mother -> chapter 36

The Twin Siblings’ New Life -> chapter 39

Death Is The Only Ending For The Villainess -> chapter 44

Actually, I Was the Real One -> chapter 32

Am I the daughter? -> chapter 47

I Want to Be You, Just For A Day -> chapter 44

Please Throw Me Away -> chapter 40

The Villainess Lives Twice -> Chapter 38

Youngest Princess -> chapter 44

Daughter of the Emperor -> chapter 207

Virtues of the Villainess -> Chapter 34

When the Villainess Loves -> Chapter 38

saving the Villain Who was Abandoned by the Female Lead -> chapter 21

The Antagonist's Pet ( The Pet of the Villainess ) -> Chapter 56

The Monster Duchess and Contract Princess Manhwa -> Chapter 74

The Newly-wed Life Of A Witch and A Dragon -> Chapter 17

My Husband Hides His Beauty -> chapter 32

I'm the Ex-Girlfriend of a Soldier -> Chapter 21

This Girl is a Little Wild -> Chapter 50

I don't want to be Empress! -> Chapter 58

This Villainess Wants a Divorce! / survive as the hero's wife-> Chapter 87

A Villain Is A Good Match For A Tyrant -> Chapter 38

The Garden of Red Flowers -> Chapter 28

Is It a Fortune or Is It a Woe? -> Chapter 30

The Young Lady I Served Became a Young Master -> Chapter 23

Seduce the Villain's Father -> Chapter 43

Blinded by the Setting Sun -> Chapter 21

The Duchess with an Empty Soul -> Chapter 63

Doctor Elise: The Royal Lady with the Lamp -> Chapter 126

I Raised Cinderella Preciously -> Chapter 37

Once more -> Chapter 27.5

Your Majesty, Please Don't Kill Me Again -> Chapter 23

My Sister Picked Up the Male Lead -> Chapter 37

Beware of the Brothers! -> Chapter 45

the lady and the beast -> chapter 39

Everything was a Mistake -> Chapter 32

A false confession -> Chapter 45

Elskar -> Chapter 32

The Detective Of Muiella -> Chapter 104

This Is An Obvious Fraudulent Marriage - Chapter 59

Daisy: How to Become the Duke’s Fiancée - Chapter 35

I Became the Ugly Lady -> Chapter 5

The Lady's Butler - Chapter 25

Royal Shop of Young Lady - Chapter 34

Choose Your Real Daddy Tyrant - Chapter 11

The Sunny Lead was Raised as the Villainess - Chapter 1

Princess is a Bloodthirsty Surgeon - Chapter 58

Guide to a Male God Chasing his Wife - Chapter 21

Princess Tomboy & Prince Grumpy - Chapter 90

Living As The Emperor's Fiancé -> Chapter 28

The Foodie Next Door - Chapter 47

I Raised the Beast Well - Chapter 14

The villianous queen wants to level up - Chapter 0

National School Prince Is A Girl -> Chapter 83

Wendy the Florist -> Vol. 2 Ch. 1

What Kind of Empress is This? - Chapter 42

Revenge Wedding -> Chapter 36

I Gave Birth To A Murderer’s Child -> chapter 15

The Black Haired Princess - Chapter 39

Perfect Adaptation Chapter 2

Uniquely You - Chapter 11

Too Close - Chapter 88

Limited Time Princess - Chapter 27

She's my type - chapter 31

Lady Beast - Chapter 77

Read The Tyrant Falls In Love (Can Can) -> Chapter 56

Mismatched Love - Chapter 15

Happy Ending for the Time-Limited Villainess - Chapter 9

I'll Do That Marriage - Chapter 21

Don't Provoke The Crazy, Dumb and Villainous Consort - Chapter 23

The Daughter of the Elemental King - Chapter 45

The Golden Haired Elementalist - Chapter 38

I Became the Hero's Mom - Chapter 26

Beatrice - Chapter 49

The Stereotypical Life of a Reincarnated Lady - Chapter 51

Cheerful Countess Sisters - Chapter 24

It Looks Like I've Fallen into the World of a Reverse Harem Game - Chapter 32

I'm Stanning The Prince -> Chapter 42

Flowers Dance and Wind Sings -> Chapter 25

The Tyrant’s Guardian is an Evil Witch -> Chapter 23

The Goal is to Become a Gold Spoon so I need to be Completely Invulnerable - Chapter 27

The Villain's Savior - Chapter 74

The Princess in the Dumpster - Chapter 31

I Gave Birth to the Tyrant's Child -> Chapter 10

I'm the Male Lead's Female Friend -> Chapter 12

Villainess Maker -> Chapter 11

I Became a Maid in a TL Novel -> Chapter 36

I tamed the wild duke -> Chapter 4.1

The Viridescent Crown -> Chapter 33

A Night With The Emperor -> Chapter 7

The Villain Discovered My Identity -> Chapter 39

I Tamed a Tyrant and Ran Away -> Chapter 21

Charming and the Beast -> Chapter 4

The Emperor's Companion -> Chapter 72

I Saved The Cursed Duke -> Chapter 5

The King’s Beloved Daughter -> Chapter 6

The Precious Sister of the Villainous Grand Duke -> Chapter 11

The Way to Protect the Female Lead's Older Brother -> Chapter 20

Undercover Empress -> Chapter 35

The Flower That Was Bloomed By A Cloud -> Chapter 27

The Villainess Is a Marionette -> Chapter 21

Obey me -> Chapter 8

Stop Bothering Me, Emperor! -> Chapter 3

I'm a Martial Art Villainess but I'm the Strongest! -> Chapter 27

Angelic Lady -> Chapter 22

I'll Become the Tyrant's Tutor -> Chapter 6

Truly Refuse to Be a Witch -> Chapter 3

Father, I Don’t Want to Get Married! -> Chapter 15

I’ll Just Live on as a Villainess -> Chapter 3

Crimson Karma -> Chapter 82

The Fake Princess' OP Bunny -> Chapter 6

Reminiscence adonis -> Chapter 129

Not Just Anyone Can Become a Villainess -> Chapter 12

Lady Baby -> Chapter 125

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