#while i was drawing this i remembered something

[angelsrcute]

LOVE ME WHILE YOUR WRISTS ARE BOUND. 𝜗𝜚

𝜗𝜚 — who'd lay their eyes on the prettiest person, you. Shining brighter than the others, and where do shiny and valuable things belong? in a box. According to a legend, sirens sing in a sweet voice to lure sailors into the water or just create chaos and destruction of their ships.

𝜗𝜚 — Who fell in love with you at first sight, wanting to possess you. So, while you were exploring a deserted island at night, you heard a sweet lullaby, a guy sitting on a rock. You couldn't help but be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Such a captivating appearance, not like some monster– but very divine? You felt like something was messing with your brain.

𝜗𝜚 — You don't really remember why you're laying on the ground nor why you're getting fucked by someone. Shit, he's hot anyways, you wonder what happened to your ship. Legs thrown over their shoulders as they fuck you, you bet you wouldn't be able to walk straight tomorrow. Now that you think….why does the person look different as if they're not human at all. It's nothing, you think. You're worrying too much.

𝜗𝜚 — Who pepper kisses on your body, worshipping you like some treasure, fangs biting down on your skin, drawing blood. Ouch, their tongue licking up the blood, savouring your taste. Webbed hands digging into your waist.

𝜗𝜚 — Who fill you up so much that there's a visible bulge on your stomach, webbed hands pressing down, making you whimper. Your whole body feels numb. Their pretty mate, no one else's, a blush forming on their face at the thought of fucking a baby into you. You'd stay with them forever then!

𝜗𝜚 — Who's going to keep you in their little home, after all, humans are quite weak and die easily. You wouldn't be able to survive in the depths of the ocean. Well, who cares if they have to mess with your memories, making you think that you're their pretty little wife. You don't need anyone else but them right? The love of your life, perhaps you'd learn to love them without all these hallucinations. As for what happened to your ship, you're currently missing.

"Mine, my human, mine to love, I wouldn't let anyone else steal my treasure."

Whoever you think fits.

#dom character #sub reader #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #twst smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr smut #twisted wonderland smut #honkai star rail x reader #jjk smut #jujitsu kaisen smut #obey me smut #bsd smut #bungou stray dogs smut #tw dark content #tw mind control #𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐄'𝐒 :: 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 (ᵔ◡ᵔ)

[houserautha]

These Destined Ends

Part Twelve

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: goodbye to Giedi Prime, no foreplay, fucking with ✨a view✨

A/N: I was planning on making this a long(er) installment but my monkey brain needs the instant gratification of updating the story😂 Hopefully Part Thirteen will be up soon, too. Thank you for being patient with me!

Amongst the hustle and bustle of moving, servants rushing in and out with your belongings and Feyd barking out orders, you kneel down next to the synthetic plant. You check twice that no one is paying attention to you before reaching inside, running your fingers along the inner lip of the pot and past clumps of fake dirt. Finally you connect with something and a triumphant fissure erupts in you at the sight of the fertility necklace.

You clutch it in your hand.

While you don’t intend to use it, it’s the last link to your mother that you have. You can’t believe you almost forgot it — it seems like a small eternity since your wedding. You had almost completely wiped it from your memory since you hid it, remembering only because Jessica and the Bene Gesserits were at the forefront of your mind.

You drop the necklace into a pocket of your dress before anyone sees it.

“Do you know what today is, wife?”

You catch Feyd loping towards you, seemingly having forfeited his supervising responsibilities.

“Mm, the day we get a lovely chat with the Reverend Mother?” You ask, distracted by the weight of the necklace.

“Surely you haven’t forgotten.”

You blink, then center your focus on him, on the fleeting look of smugness he has. “It’s today.”

Feyd’s eyes glint. He pounds his fist to his chest three times, drawing the attention of the servants who stop what they’re doing and straighten in response. You wave them away, grabbing your husband by the crook of his elbow and pulling him into the corner.

“Must you insist on doing that so often?” You chide him. “We would already be on Arrakis if they didn’t have to keep pausing for you.”

The grin on his face tells you that he is not even the slightest bit apologetic. “Can I not dedicate servitude to my wife on our anniversary?”

“Our anniversary of one month,” you remind him.

“A perfect opportunity to laud you.”

“You can laud yourself over there to help that poor man.” You indicate a servant struggling with a particularly heavy trunk of belongings.

Feyd narrows his eyes. “He’s fine.”

“Feyd-Rautha.”

Your husband considers your tone, then turns and delivers another three-strike salute to his chest. He’s darting away before you can reprimand him for it, snarling for a second servant to help with the heavy lifting instead of himself.

Shaking your head, you can’t but smile privately. It warms you to see Feyd like this, the charismatic, alluring side of him that you so rarely glimpse. He usually deploys it in political situations, a switch that he can flick on at will, but it seems genuine today. Perhaps the anniversary of your wedding has lifted his mood in light of his brother’s engagement.

Either that, or the fact that the first step of your plan would be initiated today.

You liked to believe it was the latter.

It’s midday before you’re called to receive the Reverend Mother, and sweat beads between your shoulder blades. To calm your pounding heart, you think of Caladan: the spray of the sea against the rocky crags, the rare peal of your mother’s laughter, and how it all had been stolen from you by those like the Baron and the Reverend Mother. People who thought their agenda more important than the lives of those carrying it out for them.

Your vengeance keeps you sharp, your smile like a knife as you approach the Reverend Mother.

“Thank you for meeting with me earlier than we planned,” you greet her.

She replies, “You said it was urgent, though I sense that, once again, your womb is empty.”

“Yes,” you say, stifling the urge to choke her with those stupid chains. Hopefully the saccharine tone of your voice does not betray your inner thoughts. “I called you here for a related reason.”

“And what might that be?”

“You were wrong about Feyd-Rautha.”

The Reverend Mother visibly recoils. “Tell me what’s on your mind now, girl, I do not have the time for your vague accusations.”

“How do you truly know that he’s destined to sire the Kwisatz Haderach? He is…unpredictable,” you say. “Perhaps your calculations are wrong. It could explain why I am not yet pregnant.”

“Does he know you voice this concerns?” The Reverend Mother asks with a sniff.

Your lips press together. “Of course not.”

“Keep it that way. Feyd-Rautha is just as destined to sure the Kwisatz Haderach as you are to bear it from your womb.” You can feel her scrutiny from under her decorated veil. “You were defiant before about your arrangement. Why are you questioning his authenticity now?”

“As you remember, you assessed me under the Gom Jabbar. Feyd-Rautha has had no such assessment. What if he were to fail?”

The Reverend Mother considers this. “You suggest that we test him.”

“Yes.”

“Do you believe him likely to succumb?”

“I don’t know what I believe,” you reply, “only that his capabilities have not been proven by your standards.”

“You speak as if this is an oversight on our part,” the Reverend Mother says, rising to her feet. A bolt of uncertainty shoots through you.

“I mean no offense. I am simply voicing my concerns, as you said.”

“You leave soon for Arrakis?”

“In a few hours.” You try to look sheepish. “You can see why I demanded urgency.”

The Reverend Mother doesn’t immediately reply. You’re not sure what she sees when she gazes upon you. When she finally does speak, her voice is begrudging: “I shall see that Feyd-Rautha is tested by the Gom Jabbar, though I hardly think it necessary to facilitate now.”

“But what if he fails? I am wasting my time with him,” you counter, perhaps too quickly.

The Reverend Mother must mistake the haste in your voice for panic. “I will visit you on Arrakis in one week. We shall test him then.”

You dip your chin, acquiescent. “Thank you, Reverend Mother.”

The Reverend Mother has no sooner left before Asha scurries to you, her eyes wide. “I overheard everything. It won’t be ready by then.”

“It has to be.”

After your disconcerting dinner with the Baron, you made it your top priority to mend things with Asha. Albeit, less messy than your reunion with Feyd. Asha was only too quick to forgive you and gush her own apologies, which you reassured were not necessary. You had explained to her the plan you created with your husband that very night, while lying side by side in bed, voices whispered, his fingers dragging across your skin.

You had uttered plans to destroy his family like they were sonnets of a poem, threaded with love and unwavering devotion.

Asha, of course, eagerly agreed to assist you with the plan.

“These things, it takes time, and without having an actual reference —”

You lower your voice as not to be heard by anyone lingering nearby. “Tell them I will double their pay. It must be delivered to me on Arrakis in a week’s time.”

“Okay.” Asha hardly looks convinced.

“The promise of coin is an excellent tonic for idleness,” you say. You allow a small smile. “I wish it would change your mind.”

You had invited Asha to join you on Arrakis but she had swiftly declined, ever after you swore a higher salary. You would do anything to guarantee her company.

“I belong here, Y/N,” Asha says, “I know it must be difficult to believe. I imagine you felt the same about Caladan.”

You stiffen slowly. Oh, how lovely it must be to make your own decisions and live where you choose. Subconsciously, you know you could order her to join you and she would have no choice but to say yes. But you would not sacrifice her happiness for your own. “I understand.”

“Are you…disappointed?”

Feyd glances at you. You both stand in the whirl of a thopter’s wings, the force of it billowing your skirts and the red scarf you’ve draped over your head and shoulders in preparation for Arrakis. Your hand sits on your forehead like a shield for the sun — the last time you would see it, a dark, unblinking eye in the white sky.

The light casts Feyd in sharp contrast.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“This…is your home,” you say, “will you not miss it?”

As if prompted by your question, he surveys the barren landscape, factories belching smoke in the distance as servants finish preparing your things for space flight. You think that he might not answer when he eventually says, “This place has always been more prison than home. I will be glad to rid myself of it.”

You want to reach out and grab his hand, but it feels wrong in this instance, when you wear your mantles of na-Baron and na-Baroness like armor.

Instead, you take to inspecting the same land that your husband does. You can’t even imagine the horrors he’s experienced here. And, unlike you, with your life scattered across several planets, Feyd had only known Giedi Prime — its cruelty and hardships and penchant for violence.

Though Arrakis is hardly a paradise, you hope he will find reprieve there.

“I can’t believe I’m going back,” you mutter. Your throat thickens. “And my parents won’t be there. I…I didn’t imagine it would be like this.”

“A soldier who dies in battle holding a weapon is guaranteed a place in the Heavens. If they were anything like you, they died fighting.”

You smile, blinking appreciatively at him. “I didn’t know you were religious, Feyd-Rautha.”

“I have little care for the Orange Catholic Bible. But there is comfort in knowing that there might be sanctuary for those who have spent their lives in battle.”

“Like you?”

You’re not sure what prompts you to ask it, but he turns sharply to regard you. His eyes scan your face, then the slightest of smiles graces his lips. “I’m afraid that there is no sanctuary for someone like me, jewel, but you’ve certainly ruined me by giving me a taste.”

Your chest tightens with emotion. You want to respond but it’s then that you’re beckoned over to the thopter. Feyd’s gaze flickers behind you and the moment is lost. “Be quick, wife.”

Be quick?

A pair of arms circle around you, making stumble. You automatically lean into their embrace while Feyd retreats to give you time to say goodbye, though you hardly notice with the tears springing to your eyes and blurring your vision.

You’re loathe to leave Asha here. She clings to you tightly, and you know that she wishes it could be different.

“You will come visit,” you tell her fiercely.

Asha withdraws an inch. “Of course.”

“And you will send me monthly — no, weekly updates.” You give her a stern look. “You will spare no details. I command you as your na-Baroness.”

“I suppose I have no choice then.”

You grin at her. “No you do not.”

Asha draws you in again, then whispers, “Your promise of coin worked.” She recovers, saying louder, “Now go. The na-Baron looks anxious for you to join him.”

“Thank you, Asha. For everything. You are my dearest friend.”

Asha offers you one last smile then bows to you. Aware that half of the fortress is watching, you spin on your heel and make your way to the thopter, to your na-Baron, and to your uncertain future.

“I can’t say it’s good to be back,” you report dryly as the heighliner descends. The expanse of desert stretches out before you, Arrakeen, shield wall visible just on the horizon. It shimmers slightly in the low lighting, duel suns casting a glow as they prepare for nighttime.

You’re escorted by a horde of Harkonnen soldiers in their all-black armor through a crowd of Arrakis natives. The handful of Fremen are easy enough to spot with their blue-on-blue eyes — you think them to be hostile of you, considering your Harkonnen marriage, but most regard you with curiosity. As you pass, you hear a rumbling in the crowd that you catch snippets of:

“…the Holy Mother of the Kwisatz Haderach…”

“I hear she’s no Bene Gesserit witch as they claim.”

“…does she already look pregnant to you?”

It displeases you, these vast speculations, but do your best not to reveal it. The truth of your education is not widely known. You were a shameful blot on the tapestry the Bene Gessrits have woven, and instructed by your mother upon first arrival on Arrakis not to tell anyone.

The prophecy foretold you to be part of the sisterhood, so that was the facade you upheld.

A Fremen woman twists free from the crowd. You’re too stunned to push her away before she lays a hand on your lower abdomen. Her blue-on-blue eyes shine vibrantly.

“I have touched the womb of the Holy Mother,” the woman says in a tremulous voice, “the womb which will bear our sacred Messiah.”

You stare, open-mouthed, as two Harkonnen soldiers grab under her arms and drag her away, still spouting heretics about your womb. The last you see of her is her feet dragging in the sand as she’s sucked into the crowd. Unease travels across your skin like goosebumps despite the stifling heat; you’re grateful to have worn the headscarf, as it hopefully masks your alarm.

“I should’ve had her hands removed for daring to touch you,” Feyd hisses under his breath.

He glowers the remaining way to the Arrakeen palace. It’s difficult to say if any of the remaining Fremen are eager to replicate the scene, but they’re surely discouraged now by your husband.

“That would’ve reflected poorly on us,” you say.

“I don’t care.”

You bump arms with him, stepping closer as not to be overheard. “You cannot blame them for their exuberance. They have been manipulated by the Bene Gesserits for centuries now. They believe our child to be their savior.”

A look of discomfort crosses Feyd’s face but he elects not to respond. Together you’re admitted through the airtight entrance into the palace, which is promptly sealed again. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust but when they do, you’re rooted to the spot by confusion.

The palace is exactly the same. You’ve memorized it from your long days stuck inside, but the decor and furniture are completely different. You suppose you expected to see it mostly the same, perhaps ransacked or destroyed, a standing tomb from the life before — not this, a space crafted entirely new.

The Harkonnen soldiers dispatch, probably to sweep for spies, leaving you alone with Feyd for the first time since your exchange with the Baron.

Your brows furrow as you say, “I don’t understand.”

“I hope it’s to your approval.”

“You did this?”

“I thought it would make the transition…easier,” he tells you. “Everything that was salvageable has been taken to a storage vault for safe keeping in case you later feel so inclined to see it.”

Gratitude swells inside you. “The entire palace?”

Feyd indicates for you to continue onward. He trails after you as you explore the halls, amusement etched on his face as he observes you peeking into each room for confirmation. It’s only once you’ve reached the bedroom meant for the man and lady of the house that he stops you.

“I’ve deigned to move our personal belongings to the next biggest suite,” he says, “this room is considered off limits.”

Relief washes over you — you won’t have to stay where your parents slept, where your mother would venture nightly from her quarters to slip under the covers with your father. Your throat thickens. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say nothing.”

His gesture moves you deeply, but it’s hard to miss the streaks of residual lasgun burn marks on the walls, the unfamiliar servants now in your employ. And you’re not sure if it’s your imagination or not but you sense a heaviness within the palace as if the weight of the deaths press on you from all sides.

The intricate care taken to packing your belongings is now undone over the next few hours. At least here everything is in color and there’s a human warmth that was always lacking on Giedi Prime. You sneak glances at Feyd on occasion to gauge his reaction, but he maintains his casual indifference to it all.

It would be impossible to tell if he’s masked his feelings or if he really doesn’t care. Either way, relief loosens your mind when night descends and the servants are sent away to rest, leaving you alone with Feyd. There are no pretenses you need to hold — not that it would matter if you tried. His attention is already fastened to you, analyzing.

“Let me help you out of your dress,” he offers in his rasping voice.

You obey, turning your back to him so that he may untie the laces running up your spine. You suspect that he would normally make quick work of such a task, it’s not like he’s unfamiliar with the process, but his fingers are clumsy, grazing. Feyd crowds close to you, his mouth hovering over the shell of your ear.

“Did everything go as planned?”

You nod, humming. It’s hard not to get distracted with him near you like this. “Yes. She will be here next week to assess you.”

“Perfect.”

“It truly could not have gone better,” you admit to him with a splash of self-satisfaction.

He drops a kiss to your bare shoulder as he eases the dress down over it. “I was talking about you, jewel.”

Twisting, you meet his mouth with yours. Feyd’s hands instantly grab at your waist and spins you the rest of the way until you’re pressed together. You allow the dress to slide down and pool at your feet, which you step out of as Feyd pedals backward, taking you with him. His kiss grows deeper. Attempting to take the lead, you tug him towards the bed, but Feyd has other ideas.

“No, no, come here,” he rasps. Like the tide eroding the sand, you let him guide you to the floor-length window. The glass against your skin is still warm from the twin suns.

“Here?” You gasp into him.

Feyd is too busy discarding his own clothes to answer immediately. “Let all of Arrakis see their na-Baroness,” he murmurs, mouth reuniting with yours with renewed passion.

His touch coasts down your side to your thighs, lifting you so that you can settle your legs around his waist. The vantage point giving your center access to his hardened length. Your body bows in response to him, ribbons of desire reaching out to capture you, binding you to him.

It’s without warning that Feyd drives inside you. He grunts as his cock splits your cunt, walls protesting at his size, the force of his intrusion. You bite down on his shoulder as pain intertwines with pleasure, muffling your cries until his thrusts have thoroughly slickened you. And Feyd never relents, bucking his hips into you with wild enthusiasm.

You’re not sure how it’s possible but every touch — every thrust, every kiss — catapults you to the edge of a precipe from which you willingly step over, languishing in the free fall. Someday you might hit the ground, but that doesn’t frighten you as it should. You would do it over and over again as long as he was the one to bring you there. All things considered, it was his hands pushing you off the ledge, prompting you to fall, to spiral down into the chasm he created — and his hands who ultimately catch you.

Feyd eventually lets you back down on your feet only to twirl you around again. His arms snake around you, hands cupping your breast. You moan as he pinches your nipples, rolls them between his fingers, his breath hot on the side of your neck. Feyd wastes no time returning his cock to your weeping cunt, using his knee to spread apart your legs.

It feels as if you can see all of Arrakis from here as Feyd pummels into you: the cresting desert beyond the city, the shield wall, lights flickering in the distance. You wonder if anyone can see you now, make out your blurred shape high above them getting properly fucked by the man who rules over them. The thought fills you with molten heat, pulsing over you in waves of pleasure as you imagine an audience to your fucking.

Feyd laughs like he knows this. “What shall we say when our people discover their na-Baroness is a whore?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you pant, “you’d kill anyone who even hints at it.”

He snaps his hip to you, grunting in approval.

It’s not long after that he coaxes your final orgasm from you, coming himself soon after. The lights of Arrakeen merge, brighten, as you unravel beneath him; the subsequent bliss of him coating you with his seed. Once he’s wrung his pleasure from you, he pulls you against him, your back flush with his chest. You stay like that for quite some time as you both catch your breath, looking out over the planet you inherited together.

“It’s all ours,” Feyd rasps.

“What an anniversary gift,” you reply, grinning as you watch him in the reflection of the glass.

“If you asked of it I would gift you the entire Known Universe.”

“I know,” you tell him. “Maybe next month.”

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[yanderes-galore]

Oooh since you want dark stuff how would yandere Alastor who falls for the reader , deal with love rivals 👀

You know he's planning something horrible.

Yandere! Alastor dealing with rivals

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Dubious on true intentions)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Violence, Blood, Murder, Threats, Mentioned torture, Forced companionship/relationship.

You can bet that Alastor doesn't want anyone touching what's his.

He is a demon who knows what he wants... and will get it no matter what it takes.

Honestly, he'd be bad if he didn't own your soul... and even worse if he did.

I mean... we've seen how scary he can get in the show, right?

For example, remember when he was protecting the Hotel?

Yeah....

Except... if he feels someone has wronged him by touching you... then he'll draw things out.

Trust me, Alastor will know if someone had gotten too close to you.

He can almost smell another demon's stink on you.

This concept will focus on general behavior with demons, although with bigger names his approach would be different.

For example, Vox.

The Overlord most likely wouldn't get close to you without Alastor knowing.

For this concept... maybe you have some friends who are lesser demons.

Another thing we've seen is how others act around Alastor.

Y'know... other demons run and hide or just straight up... well... die.

So imagine if you had friends who felt they could be close to you.

Honestly, Alastor tolerated it since they seemed brave enough to stand before him.

Or stupid... it depends.

If you were talking to your friend or a potential partner... Alastor would interrupt.

I think the exchange would be even scarier if he did own your soul.

He acts charismatic as usual.

He pulls you aside and against him, a permanent grin as he greets those around you.

He's oddly charming... even though he's irritated that he has to share what's his with them.

Perhaps to even prove a point he'll summon the chain around your neck.

If that doesn't show ownership... then they're dense.

He's possessive... ears flicking as he introduces himself.

They better know he's an Overlord.

Alastor can do basic intimidation like any other demon, but the fun part to him is more... violent.

Perhaps your "friends" aren't swayed by his presence.

Maybe they actually try to stand up for you.

Maybe they try to court you anyways?

Or maybe someone hurts you...?

Point is, if they haven't died yet, they will.

Alastor sees no issue in a bit of torture.

He's probably done far worse.

A quick death is merciful for those Alastor considers rivals.

However, if you had a lover or someone similarly close... Alastor likes to drag out their fate.

His own intentions with you are dubious at best.

Can't really call him a lover, can't really call him a friend...

Perhaps he's a master? Even then... you can never read him.

Alastor would love to tie a rival down and play with them a bit.

He'd get as bloody as he wants, he'd listen to their screams like it's the radio.

He can only laugh as they beg.

No one messes with the radio demon's things.

They should've cowered away like the rest.

Now they're dead at Alastor's claws, all while he whistles away and prepares to see you again.

When you don't see them again, you aren't dumb.

You have a feeling they've angered Alastor.

If you were close with this person or tried to use them to get away from Alastor... He'd make you listen to their screams.

Alastor enjoys dealing with rivals.

He thrives off their pain, this is the same demon who's kill Overlords after all.

Safe to say... you aren't getting away from Alastor.

No one's going to be able to help you...

Their screams are a warning to behave for Alastor... even if you hate it.

"Oh, Darling! You have new friends~ This'll be fun, won't it~?"

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel x reader

[wttgwnc]

Larissa X Fem Reader

A/N: Hi! First of all I'd like to say that this one-shot was inspired by one of the one-shots by @cakexblankett thank you to her for letting me draw inspiration from her <3 I'm sorry if this is badly written but it's the first time I've written this so please don't judge! :) I hope you like it anyways. (Sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my first language)

Warnings: !! everyone is over 18 !! NSFW

You're a student at Nevermore Academy; You love social networks but you don't like your classmates to know about your accounts, so you hide behind a username. For some weeks now, you've been chatting to a woman named ‘redcherry’ on Instagram. At first your conversations were cute, but as the days go by they become dirty and sexual. You know almost nothing about this woman, just as she knows almost nothing about you. You've already seen parts of her body when exchanging photos, but you've never exchanged photos of each other's faces. This woman is really dominant, she demands that you call her ‘mommy’ and she decides what you do in every photo you send her. You scroll through your phone when ‘redcherry’ sends you a message. It's already quite late and it's often in the evening that you chat to her.

redcherry: Mommy is so bored… i wish you were here.

You: I'd love to be with you too, mommy.

redcherry: Send your beautiful body to mommy.

You don't think twice and you send her a photo of your naked body.

redcherry: You're so beautiful and sexy, my sweet girl.

You: Thank you, mommy.

redcherry: I really want you to be with me. Come and join mommy, my darling.

After this message, the woman will send you her address. You hesitate but you decide to go anyway, so you get up and get dressed in a beautiful black dress and you leave Nevermore, taking care not to be noticed. Arrive at the door, you knock on it a little so that she can hear you and you wait for her to come and open it for you. The door opens and you fall in front of your principal. As you look at her face, you realise that she wasn't expecting to see one of her pupils at the door.

Larissa: Miss Y/N..

Y/N: Principal Weems..

You both look at each other, you're quite surprised at all the women who live in Jericho, it had to be your principal in front of you. For you it's not a problem because you've always found her very beautiful and hot.

Y/N: I- I'm going to leave

Larissa: No wait ! uh … stay, it could be our secret.

You think about it and finally accept, you couldn't refuse a night with your principal. You enter your director's house, she doesn't wait and walks towards you, hesitating a little but then placing her lips on yours. At first you are surprised, but then you remember all your messages and photos, so you let yourself go. Her hands roam over your body a little and when you try to touch hers, the blonde woman grabs your hands, slams you against the wall like a poster and locks your hands above your head. A soft moan escapes your mouth as Larissa goes for your neck, putting her hands on it. A slight moan escapes from your mouth while Larissa attacks your neck, she leaves some mark of lipstick, she stops for a moment and she looks at you

Larissa: if I do something that you don’t want or when I go too far just say "red" and I stop everything immediately

You nod, she smiles softly as her hands find the closure of your dress, she lowers it slowly and she drops your dress at your feet. Then she places her hands under your thighs and she carries you to her room. She puts you on her bed before moving away and approaching her coat of arms. She takes out a black box and she opens it, you can’t see what’s inside but you trust her. She comes back to you with leather handcuffs in her hands, she looks at you as if to get your approval and you just nod. She smiles before taking your hands and tying them to the litau over your head.

Larissa: Were you a good girl for mommy ?

Y/N: y-yes mommy..

Larissa smiles with satisfaction at seeing you submit as you do through a writing for several weeks. She looks at you before placing herself between your thighs, she attacks everything from barking your upper body, she lowers her head towards your nipples, with her tongue she attacks your left bud, she sucks and bites it. With her hand she attacks your right bud, she turns it a little between her fingers and gently pinches, moans escape from your lips. A smile is drawn on her face when she feels your pink buds harden. The woman gets up again and she returns to the black box, this time she takes out a tissue, she returns to you and she sits by your side.

Larissa: Let’s see how to develop it all other senses.

The blonde approaches the tissue of your face and she attaches it to the back of your head to cover your eyes, a smile is formed on your lips. Larissa gets up and you hear her take off her dress in order to wear only her underwear while you are there on the bed, hands tie over your head and your eyes blindfolded. She comes back to see and she places herself between your legs, she begins to deposit kisses inside your thighs. Your underwear quickly joins the other clothes on the floor, the blonde plunges her head between your thighs, her tongue drags between your folds, something that makes you moan. Larissa plays with your clitoris before bringing her tongue into you, you are surprised by this and your mouth forms an "o" before a moan comes out of your lips. The woman explores your heart with her tongue as you turn into a mess of moans. The woman's thumb finds your clitoris and your moans become more acute.

Larissa: cum for me, baby

This sentence makes you go overboard and you cum directly into Larissa's mouth. The woman goes up to you and kisses you, your taste makes you moan. Then your Principal removes the blindfold from your eyes and she detaches you. You are lying in Larissa's bed, your chest goes up and down while you try to respond to a stable breathing. Larissa leaves the room and she comes back a few seconds later with a towel filled with water, the woman gently cleans you before leaving to put the towel back in the bathroom. When Larissa comes back, she sees you half asleep, she puts herself next to you before putting the blanket on your two bodies, the blonde kisses your forehead before falling asleep in turn.

Part 2 ???

#gwendoline christie #jan stevens #jane murdstone #larissa weems #miranda hilmarson #larissa x reader #larissa x y/n #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x y/n #gwendolineuniverse #brienne of tarth #ser brienne #brienne x reader #brienne of tarth x reader

[ackrmwf]

I can't describe how I felt when I saw it..

After Kuchel's death, Levi was attacked by bandits and while he was being beaten, he awakened his strength

And when he returned home, he tried to make tea, remembering how Kuchel made it. He remembered when they were drinking tea together, but then the light from his life disappeared (literally). At the moment when Levi wanted to take a sip out of the cup, the handle of the mug broke, and the cup itself fell and broke. Subsequently, Levi's reaction is noticeable, as it was the last thing left of his mother💔

People who think Levi is insensitive and selfish, fuck off, okay? Think (if you have something to think about) and analyse the character's story before you draw a conclusion about him. Levi Ackerman is strong mentally and physically. All the negativity in his direction is absolutely undeserved and unfounded. He experienced a lot, but remained strong and human.

Levi deserves peace, happiness, love and warmth, but not judgement and all the dirt that brainless people throw at him.

#aot #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi my beloved #captain levi #levi x reader #levi attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #snk levi #kuchel ackerman #levi bad boy

[pastel-peach-writes]

hai !! can i request a reader who looks down on themselves until korra confesses n they get a huge confidence burst ?? :D

Hi! Of course!

Shy Until You're Not | Korra Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: You were known to have low self-esteem, well, until the Avatar made an accidental confession.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Lower Case Intended, Kinda Short, Light Cursing, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– you were the type to compare yourself to others

– bender or nonbender, you would see someone and wonder why you weren't as good as them, what you could do to be like them, or wish you were them

– you spend most of your time comparing, you didn't notice how good you are at things too.

– whether that's making a joke, taking care of people, drawing, or fighting, you were good at something and you refused to see that.

– you know who didn't refuse to see that though? Korra.

– she noticed everything about you even if you didn't yourself

– she didn't understand why you didn't see what she did in yourself. you were always there motivating her, inspiring her, making her fall head over heels for you

– when you first met, she thought you were shy or some sort of people pleaser so she excused the behavior but once you got comfortable with each other and she got to know you, she didn't understand why you kept putting yourself down in front of her

– and then it clicked

– you were trying to impress or flatter her by knocking yourself down, you genuinely meant what you were saying.

– korra hated that.

– anytime you would put yourself down in her presence, she would confront you.

– "eXcuse yoU! I don't let anyone speak about my friend that way and that includes you." "now, what did we say about the negative self-talk?" "dude, seriously. I will wack you if you keep this up."

– korra's very overprotective. she will literally swat your arm or flick your ear when you talk bad about yourself.

– even through the flaws you claimed you have, korra couldn't help but fall for you. she likes everything about you, even the things you don't like about yourself.

– you were the same way with her.

– sometimes, when she was really down in the dumps, she hated how abrasive she can be but you love her bold and bluntness. it's what makes korra, well, korra.

– you both like each other despite your flaws and honestly, any genuine love should be that way.

– annnyyyways, korra's confession came kind of abruptly.

– you two were hanging together, chilling on top of a rooftop (don't ask), and you were talking down about yourself... again.

–– "You know, I wish I was cool enough to think of this," you bashfully say as you swing your dangling feet. It was sunset in Ba Sing Se and while on a random Avatar trip, you and Korra decided to slip away and take a quick break.

Korra from beside you sighs. She picks at the fur on her Water Tribe wear and crosses her legs at the ankle. She really didn't understand why you talk about yourself like this.

You are the coolest person she knows. You're always there for her and crack the funniest jokes at the most inappropriate times which pleases her because it annoys Tenzin. Not to mention you're painstakingly beautiful and make her heart flutter when you smile.

"But you know, I'm not. You are though." You shrugged, still swinging your feet.

Korra sighs again, but this time out of annoyance. "I hate when you do that."

"Do what?"

"When you talk bad about yourself as if you're not cool, awesome, funny, or all the other adjectives you use to describe others. And honestly, it ticks me off. I don't let anyone else talk about you that way so why should I let you?" Korra shuffles to sit up straighter, legs crossed. "I don't mean to sound like a broken record here, but it really irks my nerves. I can't stand it."

Your feet stopped swinging when Korra went on her tangent. You didn't notice you were talking bad about yourself. It's just something you've done. You can't remember how or when it started either. "I'm sorry. I just--"

"No," Korra sighs again, this time out of depletion. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said all that. Not like that, anyways. You are literally one of the coolest people on this planet and it kills me to know that you don't think the same. You're kind, compassionate, and you make me want to be a better person. I don't know if it's because I like you or something but--"

"Wait a second."

Korra froze. She didn't say what she thought she did... right? Oh, Spirits, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. Korra was going to ask you the night of the Water Tribe festival after she showed you her home and won you all sorts of prizes. She was going to confess to you a few moments into the fireworks so she could watch the pretty colors dance across your face as she spilled out her deepest emotions to you. It was supposed to be romantic. Not a blurt.

While Korra was having her internal freakout, you were grinning on the outside. The Avatar had a crush on you and she was blushing at the possibility that she confessed to you just now. There was something about her shyness, how she wore her nerves on her face that made your insides turn in a good way.

It was hard to explain but it was like warm butterflies exploded and performed their congregation dance in your stomach then flew up to your chest and fed sweet pollen and nectar to your ego.

Oh, Korra was never going to hear the end of this now. ––

– after her confession, korra wasn't sure if accidentally spilling out her guts was a good thing

– yes, her accidental confession led to you guys dating but it also led to countless nights of teasing and you wearing a proud grin on your face that korra wanted nothing but to kiss off of you

– whatever korra was expecting from you in a relationship, it wasn't this.

– because of your insecurities, she thought you were going to be the shyer one, maybe even the one who got flustered more often or had the smallest things make you weak in the knees but it was actually the contrary!

– it was like you were given a miraculous that made you cocky, flirtatious, and suave. (iykyk).

– korra would like to call your increase in flirty interactions and ego boost a flaw fallen upon her, but she would be lying. She loved it.

– she loved the smirk you wore when you teased her. She loved how your confidence grew when a blush would show on her cheeks

– she loved seeing your shoulders square, your eyes brighten, and your teeth showing themselves off in that cocky smile you often put on

– sure, it would be a bit embarrassing when you would tease her in front of her friends and family, but what's a little embarrassment? some may say the Avatar needed to be humbled. What better way to be humbled than your partner teasing the shit out of you?

– Korra had no clue where that insecure and shy person went after her confesssion.

– they rarely showed up anymore.

– korra saw it as a trophy that you didn't compare yourself to her often and rarely thought you weren't enough for her.

– before, when you saw the people she surrounded herself with, powerful benders and non-benders, you thought you weren't enough which was quite the opposite.

– you didn't do that anymore and it made Korra extremely proud. Happy. You finally saw the person she saw in you after all this time.

– after her realization, korra found you and squeezed you so tightly you thought she was trying to make juice out of you.

– she gave you many kisses after being told she was squeezing you too tightly and reassured you about how much she loved you for you and how awesome you are.

– you weren't sure what caused this reaction or behavior but you weren't complaining

– you were being held and kissed by the Avatar. Who complains about that?

WC: 1,316

#pastel-peach-writes #gender-neutral terms #pastel peach writes #gender neutral terms #korra x reader #legend of korra #avatar korra #avatar the legend of korra #the legend of korra #korra #tlok korra #avatar: tlok #korra fanfic #korra headcanons #korra x y/n #korra x you

[nightgoodomens]

Quick question. Is it just me or recently there has been an increasing pattern of random stuff on TL from a million years ago about something DT/GT related or the same story PD always says about David? People just losing their minds over how romantic they are with zero prompts or just you know... Anything romantic happening? It's weird cause I don't follow any of her fans or anything related to her but nowadays I bump into some fan\anon Twitter accounts suddenly digging things up??? If everything is perfect, then what's with the struggle babes?😂 If it's PR trying to actually draw attention to the fact that everything is going downhill and NOTHING romantic or nice has happened in the recent year, then GENIUS. It's working beautifully. I'm laughing so hard at how PR is dying to shove the good old " perfect marriage" into our faces while aggressively hammering the doors of that closet to keep the dudes from breaking out and failing miserably at both.

Oh I remember when GT’s dad tried to rewrite history but she’s the one who confirmed she was stalking DT until he gave in and it’s great because he’s a great asset.

Their fans are bringing stuff back because they have no actual sweet content nowadays. And I think more and more people are noticing that things aren’t the way they used to be. How many times can you laugh at the same “joke” of GT being the way she is about DT? How many times can you ignore the way he’s been looking with her lately - minus staged red carpets? These haven’t been perfect either.

Wordle is a perfect excuse to keep fans thinking everything is ok while they sort things out. Absolutely bare minimum effort required from both parties to keep the rumours dead. Look - they’re playing, hashtag marriage, everything is great! Honestly seeing how done DT was with the paparazzi I think he’s loving needing to just play a game and text it over. But what people are ignoring is that there hasn’t been proof of him being home for a very long time now - that’s why I’m expecting a paparazzi shot at one point to kill that rumour 😂 Unless the negotiations really went well. I hope they did for his sake.

Interesting how it’s been, isn’t it? Everything that happened since Cali… How bad things have gotten with Oliviers, the snap, the dead silence, and the triumphant come back of both MS & DT to the NT.

So bloody curious what we are getting at BAFTAs.

#NightGoodOmens talks PR

[sokkastyles]

Zutara Month Day 1: Reluctant Allies

Or, may I offer you a little CoD AU in these trying times?

There was an incredible flash of light. Zuko could barely see for the brightness, but there was something about the light. He had seen it before, at the south pole. He’d known immediately what it was then, and he knew now, here in the luminous green-dark of the catacombs beneath Ba Sing Se.

He’d chosen wrong. Zuko had made so many bad choices in his life, and today he’d chosen wrong again. He knew it when he’d seen the eyes of the waterbender staring back at him from the dark mouth of the cave. Yet that hadn’t stopped him from choosing wrong again. His sister’s victorious smile as he’d sent a blast of fire towards the Avatar. She hadn’t known what he would do, and something about that niggled at the back of his mind. Azula had doubted, and then smiled, and he saw Katara’s face fall at his sister’s triumph, and his ruin.

“I thought you had changed,” she had said, and her voice was like ice daggers sliding into the holes in his heart. But nothing had changed. The holes were still there, had been there for a long, long time, slowly bleeding out with each wrong choice he made.

But then there was the flash of light, and for a moment he felt the familiar hope, but it was different this time. This time, he had only a split second in which to decide, and suddenly he found himself in front of his sister, his index and middle fingers extended out towards her, the way uncle had taught him to do, and then there was another bright flash of light, and a jolt of energy that nearly knocked him off his feet. Then the energy was all around him, and he was holding it within, and he had to let it out, and then he let it go, somewhere past his sister and towards the roof of the cave, where it shot forward in a blast of lightning that sent a cluster of stalactites crashing down onto the cave floor.

There was still so much brilliant light. Not the rapidly dissipating light of Azula’s lightning, but the light coming from the Avatar, floating in midair, chunks of rock orbiting around him, gusts of wind hurtling towards them from the tunnels, the water from the pools rising to join the cacophony. The Avatar's eyes were glazed white-blue.

Azula had been knocked off her feet by the force of Zuko’s redirection, and was quickly rising, staring at the rapidly building center of the chaos. Katara was staring, too, and the Earth King’s Dai Li agents stood poised, uncertain. Zuko looked at Uncle, and then he saw that the rumbling of the cave walls was causing his crystal bonds to crack. Uncle looked worried, though. Too worried.

The wind was rising. Katara was screaming Aang’s name, and Zuko was running towards Uncle, but then the ground rose up to meet him and everything went dark.

He remembered the feel of Katara’s fingers brushing his cheek, the tip of her thumb accidentally grazing lightly across his upper lip. It felt like a lover’s touch, like a dream, and then he thought he must be dreaming while he was remembering.

Maybe you could be free of it.

Wrong. So wrong. He would never be free, even if he lived for a hundred more years of war. But maybe that was alright, as long as she was touching his face.

He opened his eyes. She was brushing dirt off his face, picking rocks from his hair. So much for a lover's caress.

They were still underground, but it was darker than it was before. Gone was the brilliant flash of light, and even the light from the luminous green crystals seemed dimmer. Zuko realized they were in a smaller section of the tunnels, although he wasn't sure how he got here. Dimly, he could feel the sun high above them, underneath miles and miles of rock. It was like being deep underwater, and he had to stifle down the faint feeling of drowning. Katara was looking down on him with dirt-smeared cheeks and worried eyes.

Instinctively, he reached up a hand to brush the dirt away, like she had done for him, and her flinch made him draw back as if he had been burned. Then she stood and turned away from him.

“We have to find a way out,” she said, to the darkness and not to him.

“Azula…” he muttered, having again the sense that this had all happened before.

“No, it wasn't her, she was thrown by the explosion the same as we were.” Katara shook her head, her back still to him, her hands feeling along the rock wall

“The…” Zuko sat up and took a step towards her. “What happened…the Avatar…” a horrible realization was forming in his mind.

“It wasn't his fault,” she said, and when she turned to him her blue eyes were so, so wide. “He can't control it. I thought maybe after he went to see the guru…” Her eyes were far away, but then suddenly their focus shifted to Zuko. “You did something. You stopped Azula's lightning! That was incredible!”

Zuko thought he had hated her judgment, but now having her look at him with something like admiration was even worse, especially considering the current circumstance. “And it did a whole lot of good, didn't it!” He spat the words at her. “The Avatar just blew up the entire catacombs because I saved him from being electrified!”

Everything he did was always wrong.

#zutaramonth #zutaramonth2024 #zutara #zuko #katara #my fic #zutara month

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 1600+

Warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, malnutrition; swear words

Part XIX | Part XXI

The beast watched you, growling lowly and dangerously. No sign of recognition in his eyes or tense posture. He seemed to be ready to tear the unwelcome intruders into shreds.

"No sudden moves. Just slowly, easily." Lucien whispered next to your ear, his big hand on your waist.

"Hello, Tamlin," he said to the beast in a soothing voice. "It's me, Lucien. I brought you a visitor. Do you remember Y/N?"

The beast didn't even blink, eyes on you. It seemed he didn't understand words anymore. Sizing you up as predator assessing his prey, he slowly moved forward and his huge bear-like body came to view.

You gasped, your heart breaking at the sight of him. He was just walking skeleton wrapped in thick fur. You could count all of his ribs even from afar.

Lucien very slowly took a step back, pulling you with him, but you refused to move. He swallowed so hard even Tamlin heard it and growled at him.

"Please, just follow me," he lowly hissed through clenched teeth. "It's too dangerous. He already saw you and doesn't seem to be overjoyed. We can try it again in the morning and hope he is in better mood."

"No," you said firmly. "I won't leave him."

"Fuck!" The beast moved swiftly, bridging the distance between you with two jumps. Lucien drew a dagger while moving forward to shield you with his body. "Tamlin, we don't want to hurt you, but-"

"Stop," you snapped for his wrist and tried to push his hand with the dagger down. "Put it away."

The sound that Tamlin made, shook the walls so much that pieces of plaster fell off. Claws whizzed through the air and dagger flew off to the corner of the room.

Lucien cried out in pain. Blood ran from a deep cut on the back of his hand, drawing deep crimson flowers on the floor. The claws caught on your dress, too, cutting open holes into a skirt, missing your flesh by an inch.

The beast opened its mouth ready to bite. You didn't think, you just acted. You moved as fast as you could and getting between deadly fangs and cursing Lucien, you spread your arms wide.

"Tamlin, no," you shouted, shutting your eyes closed you waited for a pain that never came.

Slightly trembling, you dared to crack one eye open. The beast froze in mid-motion with wide opened mouth, sharp fangs just inches from your chest. His gaze was wild, ruthless and full of rage. But there was also something like a recognition in his eyes. Growling he shut the mouth, hunched over and glaring at you he backed down. You held his gaze. A tiny bud of hope bloomed in your heart.

Slowly you turned your back to him. Huff of warm air fanned the back of your neck. You froze on the spot, but nothing happened.

Lucien was gaping at you with pained expression. He held his hurt hand, tucking it to his chest. A small puddle was forming on the floor below him, his front was soaked with blood.

You tore off a piece of your petticoat. "Can I see it?" Hesitantly, he let you take a look while his eyes jumped between you and the beast behind your back. "It's quite deep, but thanks Mother, it's already starting to close," you breathed sigh of relief.

You tended it as best as you could at the moment and pivoted back to the beast. He watched you carefully, snarling, still ready to attack.

Strangely, you weren't scared of him so much now. Even your heartbeat slowed down to almost normal. You nearly started to believe that he wouldn't hurt you.

Holding his gaze you slowly raised your hands with palms upward.

"It's okay, Tamlin," you spoke soothingly and smiled. He barked at you. You winced, but you managed to stay rooted at the spot. Your pulse quickened again. The courage you felt before, vanished.

"Y/N," Lucien warned lowly from behind you. "We should leave." His unhurt hand touched your waist, ready to pull you back if the beast decided to attack for real.

"Let me at least try it," you pleaded while still holding Tamlin's gaze. You wanted to believe that he wouldn't hurt you with all your heart, but after all, in his current state he was unpredictable. You let out a shaky breath.

The beast licked its lips snarling lowly.

"It's okay, Tamlin." Your voice was trembling. "I'm not here to hurt you. I want to help you. Like the last time. Do you remember it?"

He finally blinked, his gaze lowered to the floor for a second. He took a step back.

"Will you let me help you?"

He growled and jumped forward, stopping with his fangs an inch from your face. A tear slid down your face, the yellow eyes followed its trail. You didn't dare to move even though Lucien yanked on your waist, trying to push you aside, out of the beast's reach.

"Please, Tamlin. I'm begging you."

His stare faltered and after few moments that felt like forever, he reluctantly lowered his head. Moving very slowly you placed your hand on his head, caressing him gently between antlers. He closed his eyes and made a whimper like sound.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. "No!" The beast stopped. "It's friend. He won't hurt you. Lucien came to help you, too."

"Cauldron boil me," Lucien whispered in awe behind you. But he shouldn't have done that. The beast moved forward, towering over you and snapping at him. Lucien jumped back in time to avoid his fangs.

The beast snarled one more time, heaving. He seemed to be at the end with his strength. His hind legs buckled and he sat down to cover the sudden weakness.

"Are you tired, Tamlin?" You whispered, still hugging him and caressing the dirty fur on his back. "Would you like to drink some water?"

The sound he made sounded like no. He didn't speak, probably couldn't. The animal was stronger, suppressing Tamlin's real form.

"Okay, so no water. How about tea?" He seemed considering it for a moment. He made another animal sounds. These sounded like agreement. "Good. So tea it is," you smiled at him.

"Do you think there are some herbs around here?" You half-turned to Lucien who was silently watching over you, hurt hand along his side, the other one ready to protect you.

"I guess there are some in the garden," he said warily.

"Could you show me where?"

The beast stood up, growling, one of his front paw curled around you, pulling you closer. Lucien was immediately next to you, reaching for you.

"It's okay. I'm fine," you assured him, chuckling. "I guess he doesn't want me to go. What should we do now?"

Lucien gritted his teeth, eyes watching over the place where Tamlin was touching you, his pointed claws too close to your flesh.

"Do you think you could bring some?" you offered the only possible solution as Tamlin was apparently too weak to make it to the garden and back.

"I could, but forget that I will leave you here alone."

You arched a brow. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." You gazed at each other, unblinking. At last Lucien lost and blinked. "Fuck," he grunted under his breath, frowning and ran hand through his long hair. "You won. I'll do it. What herbs do you need?"

Your lips curled into satisfied smile. "Do you think you could find some chamomile? And maybe even lemon balm?"

"Yeah, I think some grew in the kitchen's garden. I can go and check it out. But. If something happens. Anything. You will shout as loud as you can and run for your life. And use this." He forced another dagger into your hand. It was much smaller than the first one he lost.

"I-" you wanted to refuse it, but his narrowed eyes didn't allow any compromise. It would be either this or he wouldn't go. "Fine."

"Fine," he repeated and watching you, Lucien backed from the room.

"Can we move to the kitchen to boil the water?" you asked Tamlin. He grunted, but he moved toward the doors.

Lucien returned as soon as you put a kettle and a cauldron on the fire, hand full of herbs you asked for. The chance of finding some clean bandages in the mess around was minimal, so you sacrificed the rest of your petticoat and sterilised it in the boiling water.

When the tea was ready Lucien gladly accepted a cup and sipping the hot drink he watched Tamlin who at first sniffed around his bowl, but once he hesitantly drank, he couldn't stop and asked even for the seconds.

Meanwhile you tended to Lucien's wound, carefully washing it out with chamomile extract and again bandaged it with clean sterilised strip of fabric. Lucien didn't so much as hiss, thanking you afterwards.

It was quite late at night when you finished and the three of you were really tired. Tamlin's room was completely destroyed, but Lucien helped you find two not so dirty and damaged mattresses and move them to one of the rooms in better condition.

You laid down, exhausted, but happy being back in Spring. Tamlin, now clean thanks to Lucien's magic, stretched out next to you, snout in your hair.

Lucien insisted on putting the other mattress right next to yours, refusing to leave you with the beast alone. Before you drifted into sleep, you felt his big hand touching yours. The warmth from his skin seeped into your body and wrapped around you like a thick blanket, lulling you into the deepest sleep you had in last months.

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[howtotwirlaknife22]

Hello!! I read that you're taking requests, and I would like to ask for headcanons: what would the GHOSTS boys think or how would they react to (any) user trying to put pacman ghost stickers on their belongings like guns, gear, and such?

Thank you and take as long as you want to write for this, it was a thought I had but have yet to draw or write it<33

Omg I love this idea! I also love this idea because I like to think a few of them (Keegan, Kick and Ajax specifically) were born in the 1980’s when Pac-Man first came out so they grew up with this kind of thing and would totally vibe with it.

CW: none! Fluff :)

Ghosts find Pac-Man merch on their gear:

Keegan:

So starting off, I def think this man was born in the mid to late 80’s so Pac-Man stuff would be nostalgic for him from when he was a kid.

Keegan notices one of the power pellet ghosts (dark blue ghosts) on his rifle and while he is confused at how it got there at first, he can’t help but crack a smile.

He knew it was you who stuck that on there, and he couldn’t bring himself to peel it off.

The ghost ends up staying there for about 5 months before he ended up losing his rifle in a firefight with an enemy team.

He was slightly bummed after that, he actually liked the little quirk it gave his rifle.

but once you gave him another? He couldn’t be happier about it. He made sure to take extra care of his new rifle this time.

Ajax:

I imagine him to be born in the early 80’s, so he was growing up with it once it came out.

During a ruck through a desert you had been stationed in, you, Ajax and your platoon had settled down for a quick rest.

Ajax felt a slap to the back of his helmet and turned around to see you beaming mischievously.

He raised an eyebrow and took his helmet off, turning the back of it towards him only to see the little red ghost “Blinky” on the back of his helmet.

He thought it was a cool addition to his helmet, and from that point forward he had given you the nickname “Stickers”.

He had the sticker on his helmet before he was kidnapped by the federation, and sometimes you still wonder whatever happened to it.

Kick:

This man…this man was born in the late 80’s and video games were his SHIT when he was a kid.

He notices something bright and shiny on his laptop one day and he narrows his eyes before he moves in to investigate.

The little blue ghost “Inky” was placed perfectly on the laptop’s cover.

He immediately got so excited, he finally had a good excuse to nerd out and explain how he used to play the games when he was a kid, how he played the original in arcades and eventually on his game boy.

The smile on his face when he noticed the little blue ghost was priceless, and he’d curse himself forever if something ever happened to his laptop specifically because of the sticker.

Hesh:

Hesh was born in the late 90’s, but he was still able to appreciate the old arcade games at the mall or at an old fashioned pizza joint from time to time.

He had left his gear out one day when he went to go and grab something to eat from the mess hall, only to come back to find the little orange ghost patch stuck onto his vest.

“Clyde” he mumbled happily, remembering the name of the little orange ghost. He held his vest up in front of him, grinning at it.

He knew exactly who did it, but he went to go and find you afterwards so he could ask if you had another that he could stick onto Riley’s doggie vest.

Logan:

He was born in 2001, two years after his brother, so he was also on the tail end of the hype for Nintendo games as they were starting to transition to DS territory.

(Running out of ghosts in the pac man series, saving the best for last so let’s just imagine there’s a yellow ghost for this HC).

Logan strikes me as someone who likes the color yellow (yellow by Coldplay anyone?).

He notices a little yellow ghost sticker on his tablet, and he was a little confused at first when he saw it. He knew the character looked familiar, however he still went to ask his older brother about it.

Hesh had informed him that it was a Pac-Man ghost, and had nudged him with his elbow as he gestured to you who happened to be nearby talking to another soldier.

“Guess who bestowed you with your awesome prize?” Hesh teased Logan. “Sunny.” Logan gently punched his brother’s shoulder at the name he gave him in reference to the ghost on his tablet.

Logan couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the little ghost though.

He looked on at you and cracked a small smirk. How did you know his favorite color was yellow?

Merrick:

Merrick is one of the older men on the team, I imagine him to be born around the mid to late 70’s, so he saw the craze start and end.

But he was never that into video games, so he never really got into the whole Pac-Man craze.

He noticed a little pink ghost painted onto one side of his headphones.

He was livid, not for the fact that someone had painted on his personal property, but mainly for the fact that he received the pink one.

“If you’re gonna steal my shit and paint over it, the least you could have done was given me the blue one. Not this girly one.” He grumbled to you.

“Sir, Pinky is a boy..”

Merrick gave you an intense side eye and had you on kitchen duty for a week.

Eventually, the pink ghost grew on him, and he couldn’t help but smile to himself every time he saw it.

“Y’know, you’re actually kind of cute when you’re vandalizing other people’s stuff.”

Elias Walker:

Elias is another older gentlemen on the team, so he was right up there with Merrick as far as seeing the craze start and end.

Since he was one of the OG ghosts, he gets another power pellet ghost.

He noticed a little blue ghost pin along with his other chest candy on his uniform, and he raised an eyebrow at this.

He wondered if this was one of his two sons doing, until he noticed that they both had a variation of one as well.

He ignored it for a bit until he caught Merrick complaining about his own one day.

You had been caught red handed.

However, Elias was secretly a master at Pac-Man back in his prime and couldn’t lie if he said he didn’t love the little pop culture reference.

He let it slide, and he kept the pin on a little tray in his room, feeling nostalgic of his youthful days anytime he sees it.

Bonus: Rorke

Rorke gets a Pac-Man pin, specifically for the reason that he hunts the ghosts and takes them all down.

Inbox is open, message me with any requests!

~💌

#cod ghosts fic #cod ghosts headcannons #call of duty headcanons #cod ghosts #call of duty ghosts #cod hesh headcannons #cod hesh #hesh #hesh hivemind🍯 #logan walker #cod logan #cod keegan #cod merrick #cod rorke #keegan russ #keegan p russ #kick #kick cod #cod kick #cod x reader #hesh walker #thomas a merrick #elias walker #gabriel rorke

[keline11]

Missa's psychology session

(so much chaos in this stream, I don't like watching it)

(drawing: scammer)

The first one was missa saying that he came back and everything was different. He meet up with roier, and were talking about how the island change while he wasn't there.

Roier: “Do you remember the railroad you were boulding?”

Missa: “Yeah! I know!-”

R: *showing his waystone* “It's no longer of any use.”

M: “YEAH! FOR FUCK’S SAKE ROIER THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! When I finished, someone transported in front of me and was like ‘what are you doing?’"

R: “well, it’s cute/nice-”

M: “Nah, go fuck youself”

R: “I say you keep building it”

M: “You know what? I feel like the fucking broken fork. you know? the crooked fork? that is the only fork, it’s the only one, it's unique and different, different to the other ones BUT IT’S USELESS, IT DOESN’T WORK FOR ANYTHING, THAT’S ME! OK? I AM THE CROOKED FORK!”

This one was when people where chasing him.

Melissa: “What brings you here?”

Missa: “uh, I’m not sure if I should have this session- no, I should talk about my problems”

Me: “No you should do it”

Mi: “yeah, you are right”

Mi: “psicolog- melisso- you- melissa- roier- whatever you want to call yourself-"

Me: “what? what did you say?”

Mi: “Melissa! Melissa!”

Me: “yeah melissa, melissa”

Mi: “many things have happened in my life, I only wanted to build a theme park and invite everyone from the island, but I meet with some people around and they tell me that I was the worst father in the world, and I also saw my son but he was different-”

Mi: “everything has been bad, I wanted to see my son but he was different, he was hanging out with people that are a bad influence for him because they wanted to attack me. They did something to chayanne, they did something to my son”

Me: “Would you say that they changed him?”

Mi: “Definitely, something is wrong with my little child“

Me: “I see”

Then he tells her the bullshit that frvr told him. (I don't remember exactly and I am not seeing that part of the stream, but basically he told him that chayanne was cucurucho, some shit like that.)

Mi “that’s not my son! my son wouldn’t do something like that!”

...

Mi: “there’s something wrong with foolish and tubbo they wanted to attack me, they hurt me, they chased me, and my son was with them, they are a bad influence on my son. My son was an angel, a beautiful little thing that took care of the people.”

..

Me: “So you said that they changed your son and they have been very rude to you, but missa, don't be sad, you have to be with the people who add to you, not those who subtract from you. Then I tell you to talk with your son alone, and tell him how you feel”

Mi: “Melissa, thank you for the therapy”

They start talking in english here.

Richarlyson: “What do you think of bringing chayanne here?”

Mi: “Do you think it is a good idea?”

Me: “I think is a excellent idea, but *speaks in english* you need to speak in english, because you know, chayanne doesn’t speak spanish”

Mi: “I don’t know if I am ready to speak with my son”

Me: “I think it's time, you need to speak to him”

Mi: “I’ll do it then”

Then they invite chayanne to the room like a tv show. (soooo funny)

pipipipipipipi

Me: “Chayanne, your dad is very sad, because you change and your friends treat your father very bad, what do you have to say?”

Chay: “I was sleeping so much waiting for you, I am sad too”

Mi: “no…”

Chay: “I want to be able to speak to you as well”

Me: “Chayanne, you need to know that your dad has sleeping problems, and some times your dad needs to sleep for months”

Mi: “I wasn't sleeping, I was traveling across the world looking for a job, so I can be competent for you father, I was trying to be the best for your father and also for you, and I failed because it took me a lot of time, I didn’t do a good job I know-”

Chay: "But you are already the best for us”

Mi: *crying* “I’ve been trying I swear, it’s so hard being an absent dad, looking at you from the distance”

Chay: “Me too, I’ll try to be better”

Mi: “(but) you are! you are the best! you don’t need to be better you are the best on this island, maybe you are better psychiatrist than melissa-”

Me: “What-?”

Mi: “Shut up this isn't about you”

Chay: “But you don't want to speak to me”

Mi: “(but) I am here, speaking to you right now, I’ve been trying to fix everything I’ve been doing wrong, I am so sorry you are with bad people because of me, I am sorry”

Me: “I think this needs to be solve with a song”

Chay: "sure"

They sing “We are the world”.

Me: “you see, it's fine now, don’t you feel better?”

Mi: “...no”

Chay: "jajajajaja no"

After the session

Chay: *in spanish* “I love you papa”

Mi: “I love you son, forgive me for being absent- sorry for being a bad dad, I was away for too long”

Chay: *in spanish* “I learn a little, ok?"

Mi: “Chayanne you don’t need to learn, I can speak in english with you- chayanne you don’t need to change, I am the problem, I must understand you, I have to be better for you, so I’ll be here everyday- not a promise- I’ll be here, to be a better father for you”

Chay: “But how much better is enough? You are enough for me already”

Mi: “no, I am not, I leave for too long”

Pipipipipipi

Sad ending. )8

#qsmp #qsmp missa #missa #qsmp chayanne #chayanne #qsmp death family #death family #i miss missa

[biscuit-sheep]

I’ve been planning this for awhile but basically I’m going through and drawing a bunch of the jokes and stuff my friend and I come up with while playing TGAA and I finally got started on that by doing one of the very first jokes we made that stuck for awhile. You can check out below the cut if you want the context for this.

Basically my friend and I have come to the conclusion that Sholmes probably does drugs and we settled on LSD (had something to do with the fact we were watching the Sherlock show right before playing the game that we were even on the topic of LSD) so anyway now we call Sholmes, Mr. ShLSD from time to time. This was our first big joke while playing and one that we still keep up with so it’s a classic. Also the reason he throws the napoleon bust is based around when Iris mentions that Sholmes will throw the bust when he’s upset and my friend and I decided that the bust is actually just made out of LSD. (Because realism and I right?) I also threw in a Cowboy Sholmes which honestly at this point I don’t even remember what was so funny about it but I remember laughing so much I was crying so it must have been good.

#the great ace attorney #tgaa #tgaac #dgs #ace attorney #aa #herlock sholmes #ryunosuke naruhodo #ryuunosuke naruhodou #naruhodou ryuunosuke

[vex91]

vex, aquarium date or cat cafe date? and also which one would the pyramid characters pick and how would it be like🥰

-🎀

Thanks for the thought 🙇‍♀️

Just listen guys... CAT CAFÉ DATE WITH SUJI (I need to actually write a fic for it-) like it would be so cute 😭 I imagine it as one of your first dates, like a second or third and she's still a little on a quiet side, just enjoying watching you playing with cats as you wait for your order. Her phone is probably full of pictures of you with cats and she even has one with you and the cat that reminded you of her as her lockscreen.

I feel like Harin would prefer an aquarium date rather than a cat café. She would make sure you were close to her as the two of you walked around looking at all different kinds of sea animals. Also a quieter date as she would mostly observe you and how excited you were looking around.

Cat café date with Jaeun is a must like just imagine this cutie with cats surrounding her 😭❤ She had something in her that was drawing the cats in making it even more of an amazing date for you as she managed to get lots of cats for you to pet and spend time with. Also lots of pictures but mostly you taking hers with cats all over her. Definitely took you there more.

Yerim would probably take you to a cat café, especially if she hears you love cats. Would prepare her phone to be full of pictures to post and send to her friends (Girlie needs to brag with her gf to everyone 😌). Is the one paying and wouldn't leave any room for arguments as she just wants you to focus on having fun with her.

Jaehyung is another one who will take you to a cat café (At this point the whole Suji gang is taking you there) and truthfully she did it only because she wanted to watch you surrounded by cats and have the cuteness envelope her whole 😔✋ The whole time she would just take pictures of you while squealing as she needed a new lockscreen, she also sent a bunch of them to her friends to brag.

Eunjung will probably take you to an aquarium. Another more quiet one who will just want to look at you the whole day forgetting she's on a date and should talk a little 😭 Honestly you need to get her to have a conversation with you but when she does start talking she will talk the whole date and even at home through the phone. Secretly has a picture of you that she took sneakily as her lockscreen.

Okay NOW listen more... CAT CAFÉ DATE WITH DOAH LIKE PLS 🧎‍♀️ It wouldn't be her taking you there, it's gonna be you dragging her there because in your words "She's gonna be so cute" and you were right. She was awkward with cats at first but she would soon relax and even enjoy it more than you (She's for sure gonna drag you there again)

Aquarium date with Dayeon since girlie didn't wanted you to look at someone else except her (She forgot that if you can't look at cats, you can still look at fishes-) but in all seriousness she probably remembered you wanting to go there and decided to take you there for a date. So soft during the whole date as she's so happy to be with you, would text you right after because she missed you.

Wooyi I feel like would take you to a cat café but only once since she would get jealous over cats... you will have to tell her you love her every five seconds for her to become happy and have a peaceful date. Would take millions of pictures of you throughout the date and sent it to all her friends.

#vex answers #🎀 anon #pyramid game x reader #pyramid game reactions #sung suji x reader #baek harin x reader #myung jaeun x reader #im yerim x reader #song jaehyung x reader #sim eunjung x reader #seo doah x reader #kim dayeon x reader #bang wooyi x reader #sung suji #baek harin #myung jaeun #im yerim #song jaehyung #sim eunjung #seo doah #kim dayeon #bang wooyi #sung suji thoughts #baek harin thoughts #myung jaeun thoughts #im yerim thoughts #song jaehyung thoughts #sim eunjung thoughts #seo doah thoughts #kim dayeon thoughts

[daemon-in-my-head]

Past Life Dark Urge Asks - 9th Edition:

OK but how does Durge actually view relationships and romance?

What does their room look like? Describe it to me. Neat? Messy? Organised mess where everything has its place?

What's their favourite spot to hang out at after a long day of temple managing and murdering in Father's name? Is it by the altar, their desk, a certain someone's office or by the docks?

Gorion's Ward was a hero and a Bhaalspawn that defied Bhaal. But they're also a powerful person who rose far above many, as well as the reason Sarevok once returned. What does Durge think of them? Is he an idol or a villain to them? When did their view of them change or do they perhaps even feel pity for the sibling which had been led astray?

Durge loves efficient killing, but what was their one little indulgence whenever they did it? I don't mean getting loot, keeping trinkets. Did they perhaps draw out the hunt or play with the mouse unfortunate enough to fall into their trap?

There's this funny bit that Durge refused to clean themselves, but is it true for yours? Did they indeed always carry the scent of entrails or did they bathe regularly? After all, Bhaals Scion has a reputation to uphold.

Speaking of Water, Baldur's Gate is a Port City. What did Durge think of the sea? Did they long to sail or do they prefer solid ground beneath their feet? Did they feel any connection, or was it just a body of water, perfect to drown some innocent souls?

Durge is clearly a skilled master of their craft, but would they ever consider taking an apprentice? Perhaps they already did? Or would they absolutely detest those who yet lack skill and prefer they attain it on their own?

Orin makes for a great spy and even the Bhaalist Temple relies on intelligence to survive and operate more efficiently. Did Durge ever try to help out Orin in attempts to gather intel? What was it like? Did they charm their way into hearts and minds, or did they rely on the thing they did best, a skillful killing?

Bhaalspawn are pretty similar to Aasimar in every aspect, well except that Aasimar are children of celestials and good aligned powers while Bhaalspawn hail from the Lord of Murder. What did Durge think of their goody-two-shoes counterparts?

Bhaal is widely hated or feared, as are Bhaalspawn, but what does Durge think about that notion? Would they hunt down anyone who dares speak I'll of their father, or could they not care any less? Do they perhaps revel in that fear and hatred?

If Durge knew they'd lose all their memories in the future, what would they think? Would they weep for their treasured moments or perhaps even feel delighted about forgetting a dreaded past?

Name a personality trait of theirs which is, in theory, something great, but they've taken it to such extremes it became something negative.

How is Durge handling failure? Do they handle it at all or do they just refuse to acknowledge any?

Would Past Life Durge like for their life's story to be told and remembered? Why or why not? In what way would they have liked it to be remembered?

In general, how does your Durge cope with stress, life, and the things that happened? How did it affect them? Are there any lasting effects from an outburst once?

On a scale of 1 to 10, how easily does your Durge snap? 1 being the world could end, and they'd barely be mildly inconvenienced, and 10 being somebody looks funny in their direction, and the next minute, they're in a nasty brawl.

What is their favorite spell? It doesn't have to be one they themselves know or learned. Just a spell they think is neat, handy, cool, etc.

If there happened to be a street fair in the Gate, would they attend? Yes or no, who would they go with, what would it be like visiting one of those with them?

Bhaal was a netherese arcanist. Does Durge, considering they're made from Bhaals flesh, consider themselves to be netherese? Have they ever thought about these things or do they simply not care?

I totally forgot I had these I'm sorry lmao. They've been rotting away in my drafts the whole time.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #durge #dark urge #bg3 durge #daemons ask game #dark urge ask game #durge ask game #bg3 ask game #ask game

[asimpforthe80s]

At The Party

Starring: König & Fem!Reader

Warnings: public sex, teasing, unprotected p in v. remember, there are no consequences in fanfics.

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You are sitting on könig's lap in the middle of a party. You are laughing with your friends and moving around a lot.

You feel könig hands squeezing you tighter. König comes up to your ear and whispers, "Scheiße... Schatz..., if you keep moving like that, everyone will see the effect you are having on me."

"And would you mind?" You ask with a smile.

"No, but considering what you're doing to me, you'll suffer the consequences later, Mein Liebe..” he answered you. You grinned, wiggling your hips one more time just to tease him.

König groans, feeling the sudden movement of your hips against his aching erection. He clenches his jaw tightly and bites back a curse, trying to control himself while maintaining eye contact with you. "Dammit, Y/N! Stop it!" *he growled between gritted teeth. "I swear I won't be able to hold myself back much longer." He warned you seriously, his voice low and gravelly, barely containing his desire for you. "If you don't stop teasing me now, I'm going to take matters into my own hands right here in front of everyone." He glanced around nervously, making sure no one was paying too close attention to your antics and his reaction to them.

"You mean you're gonna fuck me in front of your friends?" You asked. König's breath hitched at your words, his heart pounding in his chest. The thought of taking you right there, in public, was both terrifying and exhilarating. He could feel his resolve wavering, his self-control slipping away.

"Yes... That's exactly what I mean," he admitted, his voice husky with desire. "And if that doesn't get their attention, nothing will." His grip tightened on your hips, pulling you closer against his hard length. He could feel his patience wearing thin, his restraint dwindling. You smirked and started moving your hips again, kind of wanting him to fuck you right here.

König let out a low groan, his arousal growing even more intense at your bold request. He knew this was dangerous, but he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. With one final glance around the room, making sure no one was paying too close attention, he pushed into you with force, driving deep and filling you up completely.

As he began to thrust into you relentlessly, his cock slamming against your clenched pussy, he looked around at the other patrons, watching them watch him take control of your body so openly. "I want everyone to see just how much I own you," he growled between bites of your neck. "And I want them to know that they can't have even a piece of this."

You moaned loudly as he filled you up, feeling his massive member pulsing inside of you. Your body quivered with pleasure and anticipation as he continued to move inside of you, grinding against your walls. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, drawing attention to your intimate moment together. Despite the risk involved, there was something thrilling about being so exposed in front of everyone. König felt Y/N's body tremble beneath him as he pounded into her wet pussy relentlessly. The noise of their passionate coupling reverberated through the empty room, causing some of the other mercs to look over curiously or even openly stare at them while they worked. "Ah... fuck!" He growled between thrusts, "I can't believe I'm doing this right here in front of everyone." But despite the risks involved, König knew that he couldn't resist taking Y/N like this – she was too irresistible for him to hold back any longer. "Open your legs wider for me," he ordered gruffly between bites of her neck, "Let me fill every last inch of your tight pussy with my cock."

Feeling König’s hardness pulsate within her, Y/N moaned out loud as her walls clenched around him. Her heart raced as she looked up into his piercing blue eyes, feeling a sense of thrill and danger that only added to the pleasure. "Oh god... yes! Harder..." she begged breathlessly, spreading her legs further apart to accommodate him better. He heard your pleas and responded by driving himself even deeper into you, filling every last bit of space within your tight entrance with his throbbing cock. The intensity of the moment caused his pupils to dilate further, making his gaze even more intimidating as he watched you closely while he continued to pound into you relentlessly. "You want me to fuck you hard? Then this is how I'll do it," he growled menacingly between labored breaths, "I won't hold back." König's voice dripped with dominance and desire as he showed no sign of slowing down or stopping anytime soon.

Your moans grew louder and more desperate as König's words filled you with a mix of fear and arousal. You couldn't help but feel both overwhelmed and grateful for his rough treatment of your sensitive areas. The combination of pain and pleasure sent shivers down your spine, causing your entire body to tremble involuntarily. "Yes... please... fuck me harder..." you whispered between gasps of air, barely able to form coherent sentences due to the immense pleasure coursing through your veins.

With a low growl, König continued his relentless assault on your pussy, thrusting into you with raw, primal force. His powerful hips smacked against yours, creating a lewd slapping sound that echoed through the room. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure rippling through your body, making your legs quiver uncontrollably. Your tight walls clenched around his cock, trying to milk his length despite the overwhelming sensations.

"You're such a good girl..." he grunted out, his voice laced with lust and satisfaction. His large hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he pounded into you relentlessly. Your moans grew louder, your breath hitching in your throat as pleasure coursed through your veins. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another orgasm, your body trembling with anticipation.

König felt a surge of arousal flood his system, his erection pulsing with desire as he watched you writhe in pleasure. He knew how close you were to climaxing, and it only fueled his own desire to take you there. With a feral snarl, he increased the intensity of his movements even further, driving himself deep into your slick pussy with brutal force.

As he pounded into you mercilessly, his balls slapped against your thighs with each powerful thrust, leaving a trail of sweat and precum behind them. The sight of your exposed flesh writhing beneath his hips was enough to send him over the edge – but not before he brought you to the brink first. König could hear your cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls of the room, your voice filling the air with a primal chorus that sent shivers down his spine. Your tight pussy clenched around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth as your body convulsed in the throes of orgasm.

His own release hit him like a freight train, his cock twitching violently as hot spurts of cum erupted from its tip, painting the insides of your womb with each pulse. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you in place as he rode out the waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

As he came, König felt himself being pulled into an abyss of pleasure, feeling completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. The sound of your moans filled his ears, driving him deeper into his climax.

He let out a loud groan, his voice muffled by the mask covering his face, as he released a final burst of cum deep within your wet pussy. His body trembled, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at having brought you to such a state of bliss. You collapsed into his arms, your eyes closed, and your mouth was slightly open.

König held you close, his heart pounding against his chest as he waited for your breathing to steady. He could feel the warmth of your body against his, the softness of your skin under his hands. It was a moment of tranquility amidst the storm of passion they'd just experienced.

Slowly, he began to stroke your hair, whispering words of comfort that were barely audible over the sound of their shared breaths. His mind raced, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling within him - pride, possessiveness, protectiveness... and something else, something softer, gentler.

And, of course, you were both thrown out minutes later. -_-

#könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig #filthy smut #slight smut

[vicioussickle]

ok hi welcome to a very long and image heavy post about the toxic yaoi story of astor the shitty wizard and skooga the wretched footsoldier...

come and ponder this wretched orb...

(this ended up so damn chaotic and messy but very on brand for tumblr infodumping i guess... this started off as just pasting a thread but it became a lot longer and informative because i realized i haven't really shared backstory here... im always yappin on twt they can never truly silence me.)

ok, also, this isnt a "ship" for the sake of romance, really, its very toxic intentionally... I feel I have implied throughout my drawings that he and skooga have something depraved going on too…. It’s skooga that initiated the pursuit, ironically too.. he wants to piss off his mom…

Wretched mommy does NOT like Astor at all due to her own history with the shitty wizard cult… she does not want her wretched son getting involved with that stuff either and it scares her that he’s pulled the wool over master kohga’s eyes… deep in her orb she has a bad feeling…

skooga hates hates his mommy as he gets older… he doesn’t remember her involvement with that cult (intentionally) but he does remember her in a way he internalized as abusive… her grief…

lamented on here:

He resents having to be raised by his brother too, he truly hates everyone and everything so ofc a freak who wants to bring forth the end of days is appealing to him, and his mommy don’t like it so he likes it even more…

i always imagined that it was due to the yiga's lack of allies otherwise that they even accepted the cult to integrate with them... (i DO have my own wack theory that the cult ARE sheikah but thats for another post. im trying really hard to make this just on toxic yaoi.)

my fanfiction is something of an au i suppose because i combine the events of aoc and make them become botw, the calamity does still happen, its just prolonged a bit... what will be will be!

skooga found the goddess harp in the woods as a child while following around his sister and link... and he's once again reminded of it while following along with astor. like. its fucking real:

skooga also has his own sort of.. political agenda? too big for his tiny shorts... he wants to run around unmasked, they all should. they shouldn't have to hide who they are, the lives they end should very well see their faces as the last thing they see. he doesnt want to be covert and anonymous... so he brings up the harp and working undercover in the castle... (shay tags along as well on the research team, she loves digging up the guardians and playing in dirt... in totk shes a depths researcher)

so he gets his wish~

he becomes the court poet, all while his songs are passed back to the yiga clan and astor as intel... i think astor knows something about that harp tho... it IS a relic of the goddess, much like the master sword... it has been passed down through her hands herself... it's been known to control time, open portals to hell -

why IS there no shadow temple in the hyrule of botwera? could it be because of the kings prior refusing to accept the bloody history of greed and hatred that comes with the land...? perhaps it lies in wait and just needs that sacred melody again... or maybe their sage is taking A NAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

so the harp is a valuable asset... i like to imagine that the cult practiced bizzare tantric-adjacent rituals, and it gets weird... most likely how they all ended up being killed by the very thing they were worshipping... all but astor, he is bound to the calamity and probably has it's insentient voice in his head at all times too, astor was chosen as it's conduit to feed the beast... (as is his own demise...) it doesn't bother him tho, he enjoys the servitude.

he also enjoys toying with skooga in the same way a lunatic would torture an animal too... because skooga is kind of naive and trusting when he isn't running his mouth... and i feel like it's also a weird.. chain of command thing... he gets off on watching him do what he says, all of them, while knowing he is going to kill them all... skooga is good for milking little bits of malice.

side note: blahblah sexuality blahblah skooga never found himself attracted to women. i'd say he's quite content and comfortable being a man also, but often thinks of himself and behaves as very effeminate... hes a gay boy. A BISHONEN. ok, alright. he still worked for his mother as well... to be honest, as he became an older teen-young adult he just enjoyed gossiping with the women, especially when they had raunchy stories to tell about the royal guards who he saw regularly now as the court poet... even link's father perhaps... i wonder why the court poet doesn't think link comes from "nobility"... hm... perhaps his father liked banging whores. maybe he really liked to drink...

(more things for another post. the kids' mother grew up during the time when the sheikah were totally banished from the kingdom... as it wasn't until zelda was born, canonically, that king rhoam set out to repair that allyship... long story short for this post - the father was murdered by a royal guard because it was technically ok by the law)

Now and for context.. this takes place right after skooga’s failure flop attack… he never wanted to hurt zelda either… he was hoping to scare her and link and drive them away out of the desert… he needs to make it look like he ain’t gone soft for her too… (hes a big star, hes the court poet AND the asshole in the yiga memory!)

It works out not great, it turns out link is actually terrifying with that cursed blade… Astor also urged this attack because it would serve as a distraction while he prepares to reap the orbs of the others… he would also be delighted seeing the yiga kill their own for treason...

Then ofc zelda knows what’s going on too… she’s always sort of sensed something in her ~court poet… he’s always been on edge and hateful towards link… she can’t blame the wretched guy tho. At this point she doesn’t even value her own life. She can’t do what she’s “meant to”… this is why he sympathizes and relates to her... out of everything he's got going on, he actually enjoys the court poet gig... he wants to learn more about ancient history too... the ancient history of his people... the reason why they divided... it really hits him that his father was murdered for simply being. he never really thought about those things until venturing out among others. his sister talked about it but he called her a annoying. He doesn't want any more wars, he doesn't want to be divided, he think's zelda's father is trustworthy... he truly believes in his people's ingenuity, and has faith in their allyship... he isn't using them...

it then very suddenly hits him that that is what exactly astor is doing.... he has an existential crisis with impa:

it is all much too late, tho...

skooga worked as an excellent distraction and many were killed...

i never really thought about it until now, but he probably carries a certain grief with him as well... he was as close as one could be with astor and he went along with it. his own grief blinded him too... he was just like his mommy 💔 so that's that on that, got a little off topic in some spots but i tried... if i think of anything else that i should write a deep dive on i will... or if any of u here want to ask about anything specific always feel free. tldr; its really just. naive young man gets bamboozled by an old creep. is that a trope? idk. its toxic yaoi.

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