aeviriiix

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Hi, hi, hi!

Not be feral but I just wanted to say that I already love False God so much, like dude, duuuuuuuude. I'm so sorry for cooper, but fuck that shit's hot, my man. Give me sadpatheticdivorcee!cooper anyday. I was already constantly checking when the 1st chap's gonna drop but now that it did?? FUCK ME UP DEAR LORDYLOO. I don't know where the rest of the story is gonna go but the hints of yearning I'm already detecting???? THE Cooper Howard being inexperienced in sex again??? AJSJAMSJDPLEASE PLEASE PLE-

Anyways, love your work! 🥺🥺🥺

oh my god, this just made my day!!!!!!

sad and pathetic, just divorced, cooper has been living in my head since i finished the show and i’m so happy you’re enjoying it too!!!

yesss cooper is so inexperienced again at this point but he’s desperate and he wants someone

thank you so much for all the praise holy shit <333

Before anything, thank you for writing all these glorious sub na'vi and dom reader pieces (does your back hurt from carrying all the sub na'vi fics??)

Really, really fucking feral for sub quaritch and like HOT DAMN 👀🥵💦 might I offer some brainrot???

Miles absolutely being a menace for dom reader's cock, you CANNOT believe the shit he'd do just to have that fat cock in him (motherfucker purposely drops the most randomest of things infront of you)

You'd think that after a couple of rounds, he'd be done, no? Wrong! No one can pull him away from that dick when he decides that he still wants it, stamina be damned.

Miles bragging and loudly complimenting that dick tho (recom team abso-fucking-lutely wants a ride, eyeing up reader like "what the meat stick do? 👀")

EATING OUT THAT PUSSY AND ASS CAUSE HE DESERVES IT FO SURE

Imagine reader coming out of the shower and sees Quaritch just fingering the shit out of himself just so he can immediately jump that dick (he's done the prep work already, now is the time for the fuckening)

But also imagine him trying to get off but he can cause he's used to reader doing that shit for him?? (IM SOBBING - THE BABY GIRL ENERGY'S TOO FUCKING STRONG)

And I can just keep going on and on and on - but you get it no??

Thank you, thank you again for all the hardwork!

OH LAWD THANK YOU, I AGREE 100%

You know when you have to drag dogs to a bath, they’re just scratching the floor and clinging to the doorframe? That’s Quaritch when he has to be taken away from that dick lmao

Also thank you, I’m glad y’all are enjoying my brainrot!

WHERES PENIS ANON 😔

OMG PENIS ANON 😖🙌🙌💕💕 ONE OF OUR BEST SOLDIERS HERE ON THE BIGFATBIMBO BLOG!!

Man, every single ask i’ve gotten from that 🍆 anon has never failed to be absolutely fucking goated. Penis anon, I hope this message finds you in good health, and I mean you heard it here, the public wants more of you 😁🤷‍♀️

Hello, my dear!

Mr. Puzzle definitely deserves princess treatment. He deserves his ass to be lovingly eaten out and have his soul affectionately sucked straight out of his cock.

Imagine being his first though? (I am foaming at the mouth gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure please please please plea-) Baby boy probably cums quick and rises back up quicker, a true trooper as one would say.

Also the arch?? EXCUSE ME??? PARDON ME???? MR. PUZZLE THROWING IT BACK HELLO??? THAT'S A BOTTOM IF I EVER SAW ONE.

- 🍆 anon

You guys are so gaga for this man oh my god i’ve gotten TEN requests today (keep them coming)

Ugh, I can always count on you for solid ideas and rambles, penis anon. Anyways, being his first is very likely and very cute. Because he doesn’t even seem like the type to jerk off a lot so his experience is at literally zero.

You like have to do your job to pamper him, holding his hand while you get ready to peg him, telling him you can stop whenever he feels like it. This man absolutely loves and expects this for his treatment.

He would do a lot of gasping and moaning rather than whimpering and whining, I get that vibe from him. Not to say he’s not whiny, he very much is. But more in a sense where once you actually start fucking him, he’s whining for “more” “faster” “slower” or any way he particularly desires.

You could oblige and be nice or tell him to be patient, which is makes him more whiny and frustrated because, he said it himself, patience is not a virtue.

It’s also very fast. The overwhelming pleasure would have him close after a dozen thrusts, moaning and panting “Ah, goodness, close!” And he’s already hard again, ready to continue being ravished by you.

As for the eating out thing, he’s such a fucking bottom, yes he’d be gasping and writhing under your tongue. Suck his dick, you’d have to slam his hips back down very roughly after he continuously bucked back up into your mouth. He’s never had this much lack of control, so he’d try his very hardest to be absolutely perfect for you.

But it’s be so hard when you’re making him feel so good.

stop being mean | modern!Aemond x reader

summary ♱ overstim on aemond >:)

warnings/contains ♱ mean!dom!reader at first then soft!dom!reader, sub!aemond, overstim, dacryphilia, handjob, teasing, usage of the word(s) dumb, pretty thing, baby (directed at aemond), I think that's it but if there's more please let me know !!

important ♱ I am not responsible for what you read. please respect both mine and your boundaries !! (edit: I am a minor!! I have it in my bio and navigation)

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"oh fuck please," aemond whined, pushing his hips further in the bed, "hmph, I already came please stop."

you pumped his cock quickly, grinning at the high pitched whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips. his hands gripped the sheets in hopes of controlling his thrashing.

the sweet burn of overstim had set in long ago, and despite his pleas and cries for you to stop he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the pleasurable torture just as much as you did.

cum pooled at his base, slowly leaking to his thighs and stomach. more of the creamy white liquid drooled out of his tip, making your movements even easier.

his hips began lifting, turning from side to side making it harder for you to keep your grip. you held his hips down firmly with your free hand, sending him a glare.

"stop moving, aemond, you'd think you'd be smart enough to know that but I guess not." you scoffed, smirking when you heard the whimper he let out.

"I'm sorry, jus' too much!", he pouted.

"shh, stop complaining, it's only going to make it worse." you snapped at him, continuing your pumping.

he whined loudly, "mmph! stop being mean." he could feel the tears gathering in his eyes, too fucked out to care whether they slipped out or not.

"oh baby, am I being mean?" your voice was dripping with sympathy but your movements showed none.

he nodded in response, not trusting his voice to express his thoughts, not that he had any at the current moment.

"hmm, how about this, you only need to cum one more time. you can do that can't you pretty thing?" you spoke softly, seeing how vulnerable he was.

"ah ah, y-yeah I can." he tightly gripped your free hand that was holding him down, interlocking your fingers. the tears had now slipped down his cheeks, face a pretty shade of pink.

you quickened your hand, focusing on his tip then moving down to his base. his pants picked up, moans leaving his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. a complete mess underneath you.

he was shaking uncontrollably and clenching his stomach, cock twitching in your hand.

"are you close baby?" you asked smiling at the adorable face he had at the moment. mouth open, eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched.

"yeah, yeah, please," he cut himself off with a loud moan, "so so close." he whimpered.

"go ahead, be a good boy and cum." you grinned, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

he went stiff, legs lightly kicking as warm thick ropes of cum shot out of his tip, landing on his stomach and hips. he twitched in your hand and you pumped him until he had nothing left.

you slowed your hand to a stop, looking up at him with nothing but adoration and love. rubbing your wet hand up and down his thigh and drawing small circles onto his hand, you laughed softly.

"you okay baby?" you said gently

he responded with sweet giggles, head feeling empty. he had a wide smile on his pretty face, eyes still shut.

"yeah," he sighed, "I just-" he let out a giggle, "I just can't think."

"aw aem, did you go all dumb on me?" you laughed, moving up to stroke his warm cheek, wiping off the half dried tears that rested there. he hummed, leaning into your touch.

"how about I start a bath, hmm?" you whispered.

"yes please." he smiled, finally opening his eyes that still had a dazed out look in them.

Real Penguins Make Do - BTAS Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Summary: You decide to bring a new toy into the bedroom. Oswald is more than happy to oblige. GN reader. (The title is from a joke on the Arkham Discord)

Word Count: 2.3k (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: Ovipositors, slight breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, Oswald's trust issues

It never failed to amaze you how authoritarian Oswald was in his day-to-day life juxtaposed against how, frankly, needy he was when alone with you.

Oswald's whole body shuddered beneath you, even without having been touched, and you thought to yourself, not for the first time, how lucky you were to get to see him like this. With his poise and dignity stripped away, leaving him bare and raw and open. Only you would ever know how touch-starved he truly was, how he'd preen under the smallest scraps of affection.

"Such a sweet boy..." Your voice was barely above a murmur and you gently touched his cheek, smiling at how his head subtly tilted into your palm. His eyes were already soft and glassy as he looked up at you with that lovestruck grin that always appeared when you held him like this.

"And what do you have planned for us tonight, my turtledove?" You could tell how hard he was trying to retain his usual smooth, collected tone, but the tremor in his voice was unmistakable.

"And ruin the surprise? You'll find out as we go."

And, god, that worked exactly as you had hoped. All the air escaped his lungs in a reverent 'oh' as his pupils dilated.

"W-well," he swallowed thickly, "I am yours to do with what you will."

"Mm, I already knew that." You twisted your fingers into his hair and pulled, relishing the drawn-out whine that you elicited. As much as you loved cradling him in your arms like this, you did have a plan to get to. "Alright, pretty boy, I want you on the bed, legs spread."

Oswald nearly tripped over his own feet in his rush to obey.

Once situated, he looked over at where you were standing, brow furrowed in confusion. You were holding what he could only assume was a sex toy, but the shape was unlike any he had ever seen before. The length didn't seem terribly intimidating, no more than six inches, but the thought of how girthy knot at the base and the little bumps that covered it would feel inside of him made Oswald whimper and unconsciously rub his thighs together. The strange part, though, was the hole in the tip that seemed to go all the way down the toy and the clamshell container you held in your other hand.

Still, the fact that Oswald had no idea what he was looking at only made him impossibly harder. He hadn't requested this. You were bringing this into the bedroom entirely of your own volition, because you wanted to use it on him, and that thought alone made Oswald dizzy.

At this point, he was convinced that there was almost nothing he wouldn't eagerly let you do to him. While he had gotten a lot better about it over the course of your relationship, there would always be some lingering doubts as to whether you were only with him to use him, or worse, out of pity. So, if you wanted to do something that normally wouldn't interest him, that only made it all the more appealing. He could know with certainty that you were doing it for yourself, and that, no matter how hard it was to imagine, he was desired.

Oswald was wrenched from his thoughts by your hand settling gently on his thigh, and he couldn't help but gasp softly at the touch. God, he must look so pathetic like this, and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Ozzy?" You set the clamshell down on the bed so that you could hold the toy in both hands. "Do you know what this is?"

Oswald shook his head, eyes widening as he took in the sight properly. It was even more intimidating up close, and he had to bite his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

"You can touch it, if you'd like. It's called an ovipositor." He tentatively reached out to touch the bumpy surface, and you smiled before opening the clamshell. Inside were yellow, translucent eggs. "These are made from gelatin. That way they'll dissolve if they get stuck."

"Get... stuck..." Oswald looked between the eggs and the toy as it slowly dawned on him what it was designed to do. A shiver ran down his spine and he squirmed in place. "Oh, lord have mercy..."

You snickered at his reaction, but he was too dazed to care. You squeezed his hand lightly to pull him out of it. "Colour, baby?"

His eyes flicked up to meet yours and he swallowed, nodding once. "Green. Very green."

You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his fused knuckles gently, smiling at how his already red face turned nearly purple in embarrassment. "Alright. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's too much, okay?"

Oswald nodded, breath quickening as you nudged his legs apart once again. He heard the squelch of lube being squeezed onto your fingers, but even with that warning, he still jolted when he felt your fingers press against his hole.

"Please..." he whispered, though what he was begging for, he wasn't sure.

You smiled down at him, and Oswald had to close his eyes to keep from swooning. As always, he opened up beautifully for you, eagerly accepting your fingers as his hole readily stretched to take more, as though he had been made for this. You'd mentioned that last bit more than once before, and even as he hit your shoulder indignantly in response, his cock invariably betrayed him.

Now, though, you decided to spare him the teasing, and he was silently grateful for it. He was already showing you far more vulnerability than he'd be comfortable with were it anyone else. Still, that didn't stop him from arching his back with a soft wheeze when he felt your fingers brush against his prostate.

His eyes opened a fraction, still heavily lidded, and he looked up at you with an embarrassing squeak. His eyes flicked down to the toy in your hands and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"You ready, honey?" Your voice pierced through his haze like an arrow and he sucked in a breath. He waited for a moment before answering, wanting to drink in every moment, every soft gaze and kind word, until they drowned the ghosts of his past in their sacchirine flood.

He was not, however, a patient man, so it was only a few seconds before he was nodding frantically, biting his lip until a metallic tang burst on his tongue. He knew how pathetic he must look, how ashamed he ought to be, and yet, with you, he couldn't bring himself to care. Need washed over him like an oppressive cloak and his mind could only repeat you, you, you in a broken prayer.

Slowly, (far more slowly than Oswald would have liked, and yet, the strange tenderness of it could make him cry), you began to inch the toy into him. It started off easy. Most of the toy was smooth and gently tapered, so it slid into him with little resistance, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.

Then he reached the knot. The toy doubled in girth at the base, and Oswald threw his head back against the pillow with a soft thump, choking on his own spit. The bumps were tantalizingly prominent, and he swore he could count every single one of them as they dragged along his inner walls. His hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets and he keened helplessly, his hips twitching and writhing of their own accord, only to cause the toy to shift inside of him and repeat the cycle all over again.

Once he had taken it in to hilt, you stopped, allowing him to get used to the new sensations. By this point, he was babbling incoherently and his chest was red and splotchy from arousal. You smiled down at him and cupped his cheek in your hand, and he leaned into it without even seeming to realize it.

"Colour, Ozzy?"

His forehead crinkled in dismay at having to try to get something coherent to leave his mouth, but he managed a weak, "G-green..."

You smiled your approval, and Oswald felt like he was flying. Then the toy began to move.

The sounds leaving Oswald's lips as you fucked him with the ovipositor were absolutely broken, and it took him a moment to even realize they were coming from himself. It was all too much, far too much, and yet if you stopped, he thought he might die. The toy plunged deep inside if him, but the knot was what really broke him. It slid in and out, stretching his hole to the limit and then suddenly releasing it in rapid succession. It was so fast, so brutal, and yet the dramatic texture ensured that he felt everything. Squeals that he would surely be embarrassed by later fell freely from his throat and he alternated between begging for you to slow down and fuck him harder. You did neither. You took him at the pace you wanted, and when your free hand held his hips in a bruising grasp to stop them from moving, he could only moan.

"You're such a good boy. Taking it so well for me," you cooed, your gentle tone juxtaposed painfully against what you were doing, "Do you want me to pump you full of eggs, baby? Want me to breed you?"

And fuck, he never stood a chance, did he?

Oswald was too lost in his own pleasure to respond verbally, but he nodded desperately, and you noted the way he squirmed with every word. You smirked as you realized you may have awoken something in him.

"Yeah? You want to carry my eggs for me? Incubate them just like a real penguin?"

Okay, maybe that last part was a little silly, and you snorted internally, but Oswald didn't seem to notice. His eyes were glazed over and hazy and could only whimper in response, reaching up to cling to your shoulders with trembling hands.

You lined one of the gelatin eggs up with the ovipositor and pushed it down the tube. Oswald cried out and kicked his legs frenetically. He could feel the egg as a lump inside the toy slowly working its way to the tip, as though it were pulsating. When the egg popped out the tip, he felt it slide in deep as his hole swallowed it down greedily. Vaguely, your comment about the potential for the eggs getting stuck echoed in his mind, and he moaned at the thought.

One by one, you pushed the eggs through the ovipositor slowly, watching him writhe and gasp with every one. By the time you were lining up the last egg, tears were blurring his vision. He felt so full, in ways that he had never experienced before, and he was holding his orgasm back by his fingernails.

"P-please... please... I-I need..."

You smiled at his incohesive prattling and bent down to kiss his forehead, noting how he whined just as sharply at the affection as if you had grabbed his dick.

"Just one more, Ozzy. Just take one more egg and you can cum. Think you can do that for me?" you said gently, running your free hand through his hair. You were getting it greasy with lube, but with how much he was sweating at this point, it didn't seem to matter much.

His breath was quivering and he looked on the verge of weeping, but he nodded meekly in response.

"Good boy."

The praise sent a shudder down his spine, and it took all of his concentration to hold back as he felt the slow movement of the egg inside of the toy working its way into him. He looked absolutely wreaked, and as soon as he felt the soft pop of the egg being pushed out of the toy, he screeched in white-hot pleasure and finally allowed his climax to overtake him. His whole body convulsed as he rode it out, almost looking as though he was being electrocuted, and you couldn't help but take hold of the toy to fuck him through it.

For Oswald, the next several minutes were an exhausted blur, and the next thing he knew, he had been cleaned off with a wet towel and was curled up against your chest. He clung to you with slow, shuddering breaths and slowly looked up to meet your gaze.

"Good?"

He nodded his assent and hid his face in your shoulder once again. "Mm. Very good." His voice was hoarse, and he found himself being gently pulled away from you to have a water bottle held to his lips. He begrudgingly took a few sips, then returned to his prior position with a soft sigh.

"You did so well for me, my sweet boy," you said with a smile as you put the bottle back on the end table, then began to gently play with his hair, "I wasn't easy on you, but you took it so beautifully for me. I love seeing you come undone."

Oswald grumbled, vaguely embarrassed, but you could feel his smile against your skin.

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" You cupped his face in his hands and gently nudged his chin upwards so that your eyes met. His cheeks were red, but he looked content.

"I do," he agreed quietly, and that alone made your heart soar before he could even say it back. It had taken you ages to reach this point, to gently repair the trust that had been shattered by so many others before you. Still, your chest did warm as you heard his meek: "And I love you."

You ran your fingers along his cheekbones to his temples as you leaned forward to gently kiss the tip of his nose, torn between finding the broken gasp it elicited adorable or heartbreaking. Even with how far you've come, it would take far more for him to truly believe that he was worthy of love. You knew that. But until that day came, you'd just have to love him enough for the both of you.

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"Once Upon A Dream" - Aemond Targaryen x Tyrell!Reader

a/n: a request from @l1-l4 for a persephone/hades auish with aemond and a tyrell reader! hope you enjoy it, bb ❤️

Summary: You may not know Aemond, but he certainly knows you.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, p in v sex, fingering, oral sex f receiving, loss of virginity, pregnancy

Word Count: 3,015 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Ever since Aemond was a young boy, he dreamed of you. He never told anyone, for fear of being mocked as Helaena was for her dreams, but every night, since he can remember, he’s dreamed of you. He’s dreamed of your eyes that sparkle as you gaze at him, of your hair swaying as you walk, always just out of his reach. He follows you, every night, into a garden, you turning back and smiling at him ever so sweetly. When he finally reaches you, he takes you in his arms, and then? He wakes up.

All his life, he’s yearned for the touch of someone he’s never met, craved the kiss of someone only seen in his dreams. But he can’t help but feel he knows you somehow. He knows your laugh, your smile, he knows your eyes.

When he wakes every morning, so cruelly ripped away from you, he closes his eye, begging the Mother to show her mercy and grant him a moment longer with you. Begging the Maiden to lead him to you once again. Every spare moment, he thinks of you, your beautiful eyes that haunt him, every morning and every night. Aemond long since resolved himself to the fact that he’d likely never meet you, that you probably weren’t even real, and so, he merely prayed to the Seven to let him keep seeing you in his dreams. Since you’d never be his in life, dreams were all he had.

And so, when Aemond came to Harrenhal to dispatch the last of the Strongs, you were the last thing he expected to find. He flies high above the ill-omened castle, making sure no Strongs are trying to escape, nor any of their retainers. His sharp blue eye scans the area, seeing no one outside of the castle or in the immediate surrounding areas.

No one, that is, save for a young lady, asleep in the godswood. Aemond’s curiosity is piqued and he lands Vhagar just outside the castle walls, making straight for the godswood. His singular intent is to find the young woman he saw, who so captured his attention. It’s as though he can think of nothing else, striding through the castle, ignoring his men questioning what they are to do next. Aemond finds his way to the heart tree and sees you, laying on a bench, breathing softly, not a care in the world, a book in your hand that dangles off the side of the bench.

You are beautiful, Aemond thinks to himself, the most beautiful woman he’s seen in his entire life. He approaches you slowly, careful not to wake you from your peaceful slumber. You look like an angel, your lips parted as your chest rises and falls with each breath, your eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly as you sleep, blissfully unaware of his presence. He kneels down beside you, completely enchanted by your visage. His hand brushes a lock of hair off your face, making sure not to wake you. In truth? He feels almost unworthy of gazing upon you.

He is a prince of the blood, the rider of the world’s largest dragon, but you? You are an angel, a goddess made flesh. Aemond rests a hand on your cheek, barely holding back a gasp as he feels your soft skin, warmed by the sun, against his hand. You let out a soft sigh and lean into his touch, your lips brushing against his palm, leaning into him like a flower leans toward the sun. Surely that must mean something? That even in your slumber you long for him? Aemond’s lips part in surprise as your eyes open, those impossibly long lashes of yours fluttering.

And when your eyes lock on his, he knows.

It’s you. He’d know those eyes anywhere. The girl from his dreams.

His destiny.

You pull back from him, startled, “Who are you?”

Gods, even your voice is beautiful, Aemond thinks, watching as you glance around at your surroundings, your book now laying on the garden floor, completely forgotten as you stare at the imposing prince. It sounds exactly as it did in his dreams. You are the one he’s been dreaming of, of that he’s certain now.

“I am Prince Aemond Targaryen,” he states, taking your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “And I intend to marry you, my sweet flower.”

Your eyes go wide with surprise as you take your hand back from him, almost as though you’ve been burned, “Marry me? My prince, I don’t even know you-”

“But I know you,” he states simply, “I’ve known you since before I can remember, my lady. I’ve dreamed of you. In my dreams I’ve walked with you, talked with you thousands of times. Every night, you haunt me, my lady.”

You stand up and gather your skirts, walking away from him quickly. And he watches you go, just as he watches you slip away every night in his dreams. But this time, he won’t let you go. He stands to his feet and chases after you as you weave your way through the godswood, attempting to get away from him. But Aemond is faster than you, pulling you into his arms just as you’re about to leave the confines of Harrenhal.

“Why do you run from me, sweet flower?” Aemond asks softly, turning you toward him, his hands so large that when he cups your face in his hands, you can’t help but notice their size.

You avert your gaze, looking anywhere but into his eye, “You ought not to be so familiar with a maiden unchaperoned, my prince.”

“Unchaperoned?” Aemond arches a brow, smiling at you teasingly, “My lady, what is your name? Will you tell your humble servant this much?”

You pause, looking at him for a long moment before telling him your name, then, when he asks, your house, “House Tyrell, my prince. My father came here to discuss matters of the war with Lord Strong,” you look up at him before adding, “We are not sworn to the Blacks nor to your cause, your grace. House Tyrell remains neutral-”

“I know of House Tyrell’s stance,” Aemond says calmly, his gaze never moving from your face, “I care not about it. What I do care about is getting you to go back to King’s Landing with me.”

You knit your brows together in confusion, something that Aemond finds absolutely adorable, as you question, “Back to King’s Landing? I’m from the Reach, your grace, I do not understand-”

His thumb runs over your plush lips, causing you to refrain from speaking for a moment as Aemond states, his voice a low murmur, “If you come with me, my lady, your family will be allowed to remain neutral in this conflict. If not, then I’ll have to tell my brother the king that Lord Tyrell was seen conspiring with the Strongs.”

You look at him, surprised, before nodding, “Alright, my prince. I will go with you.”

Aemond demands you ride alongside him on Vhagar, his hands holding your waist firmly in place as you take to the skies. In truth, it’s an entirely thrilling experience, but you’re also terrified. You’re leaving behind everything you know and you’re in the hands of this man who you’ve never met, who claims that you’ve haunted him for as long as he can remember.

And yet, despite the circumstances of your first meeting, Prince Aemond treats you like a princess. He has the finest gowns sent to you, assigns no less than four handmaidens to tend to your needs at all times, ensures that you’re given free access to all the galleries and gardens of the Red Keep. Sometimes, the two of you even read together in the library, seated in comfortable silence, no noise but that of your breathing and the pages of your tomes turning.

Aemond seems grateful to simply bask in your presence, but is entirely delighted the first time you request him to take a walk with you in the godswood. It takes him by surprise, considering you’ve only graced him with polite indifference thus far, but now? You seem to seek him out as he seeks you out. You seem to long for his company as he longs for yours.

And then, one night, after dinner, as he escorts you to your chambers, you turn to him and kiss him. Your lips are soft against his, and it takes him by surprise, but he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, deepening the kiss, because this moment is everything he’s ever dreamed of. Your body pressed against his, your arms around his neck, his hands on your waist and yours in his hair.

“My prince,” you murmur as he continues kissing you, his hands roaming your body, touching you as if it’s what he was always meant to do, “We shouldn’t…”

“Then ask me to stop,” Aemond says quietly, gazing at you, “And I will.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” you breathe against his lips, moaning when they capture yours again in a searing kiss.

You glance around before pulling Aemond into your guest chambers, his lips finding yours again immediately as you rid him of his coat, his tunic, his breeches, everything. He stands before you, entirely bare, save for his eyepatch. You move to take it off, but his hand catches you by the wrist.

“Don’t,” he says quietly, “You won’t look at me the same.”

Your voice is the sweetest thing he’s ever heard in his life as you speak, “With it or without it, I would be looking at the man I’ve come to love. The most beautiful man I’ve ever met.”

Aemond feels as though his heart has stopped in his chest at your words, the way you gaze up at him. He can hardly believe someone as beautiful as you, as pure and kind and good as you would love someone like him. He’d hoped for it, of course, but this is beyond anything he ever could have imagined. And so, he allows you to remove his eyepatch, placing it on your nightstand carefully. And when you turn back to face him, your love-filled gaze doesn’t change. You admire his sapphire, his scar.

“Beautiful,” you say softly, cut off by his lips once again crashing down on yours.

Aemond makes quick work of your dress, unlacing it and tossing it aside, taking your bare form in, his breath catching in his throat.

“A goddess made flesh indeed,” he murmurs to himself before gently pushing you back to lay back on the bed, crawling over you, “I love you. Allow me to show you how much.”

His face hovers over yours, his platinum hair forming a curtain around the two of you, making it appear as if you’re the only two people left on earth, as you whisper, “I’d love nothing more, my sweet prince.”

Aemond’s hands roam the expanse of your body, moving over your soft skin, feeling every inch of you until he reaches your lower stomach. He hesitates but moves his hand between your legs, his fingers brushing over your already wet center. You let out a gasp as he does, your hand moving to cover your mouth.

Aemond looks up at you pleadingly, “Don’t hide your voice from me, my flower. There’s no sound I love more on this earth.”

His words strike a chord within you as he eases one finger inside of you. It is a strange feeling, you think, but not at all unpleasant, in fact, quite pleasurable. Especially when he begins moving his finger in and out of you, making you buck your hips up against his hand. Aemond grins to himself, pleased that you’re enjoying his ministrations and begins moving even faster, adding a second finger to the mix. He watches as your face twists in pleasure as he moves against you, feeling you squeeze around him so tight that it’s almost difficult for him to continue moving his fingers.

“I need to get you ready for me, my sweet flower,” he coos, “Relax for me, my love.”

You nod, allowing your pleasure to overtake you, crying out Aemond’s name as you reach your peak against his fingers. He almost immediately replaces his fingers with his tongue, recalling what Aegon had told him so long ago about using one’s mouth on a woman. At first, he’s slowly, unsure, but with every moan he pulls from you, every whimper, he gains confidence, his tongue moving in and out of you deftly, bringing you closer and closer to another peak.

“Aemond,” you whimper, your hands moving toward his hair, running your fingers through his silken locks, “It feels so good…”

He smiles against you, working his tongue faster against your core, reveling in your taste, your essence, reveling in finally being with you this way. When his nose brushes against your pearl, he hears the stunted gasp you let out. He raises an eyebrow and repeats the motion, earning a mewl of his name, a more beautiful sound than he’s ever heard in his life. He soon realizes that paying attention to your pearl drives you absolutely mad, so he nuzzles against it as he continues moving his tongue against your folds, bringing you to your peak once more, your arousal coating his lips. When he pulls away from your cunny, you turn your face away, embarrassed by the evidence of your climax. But Aemond has none of that, gently turning your face back to him.

“My goddess,” he murmurs, “You taste divine. See for yourself.”

He kisses you gently, your tongues dancing against each other’s as Aemond’s hardened length brushes against your core. You gasp against him slightly, your hand moving down between your bodies, stroking him. Aemond grits his teeth, shaking his head, gently taking your hand in his.

“I want to spend myself inside you,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrists, “If that is alright with you.”

“It is,” you whisper.

When Aemond pushes inside you, it isn’t so painful as the septas said it would be, rather you only suffer minor discomfort and a slight sting for a moment. Aemond waits for you to get used to the feeling, simply laying there above you, peppering kisses all over your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips. He shifts slightly, making you let out a low moan of pleasure. Aemond smiles at you, leaning down to lock his lips with yours, beginning to thrust against you.

“Aemond,” you mewl, wrapping your arms around him, “Oh my gods…”

“My flower,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin as he continues moving against you, filling you up perfectly with every snap of his hips.

Then, with one particularly deep thrust, you cry out as he brushes against the spongy spot deep inside of you that makes you see stars, “Yes, there, Aemond, please…”

He nods, moving against you just like that, over and over and over until you’re squeezing around him impossibly tight, crying out his name as you reach your peak once more, him following soon after, spilling himself deep inside of you. He stays like that for a moment before laying beside you, resting his head on your chest, your soft, warm body bringing him a type of comfort he’s never felt before.

“I love you,” he murmurs, kissing your chest, moving to take one of your pebbled peaks in his mouth, his tongue swirling around them, surprising you at how good it feels.

He makes love to you over and over that night, as though it’s your last night on earth.

A fortnight later, the two of you are wed in the sight of gods and men, and soon after that, you are with child. Aemond’s child. Ever the doting husband, the now Prince Regent stays by your side, a hand on the swell of your belly, always making sure you are protected and tended to. He hesitates when you mention visiting Highgarden to see your family, but ultimately relents, unable to ever say no to you.

Needless to say, your lady mother is horrified when she sees you, married to who she believes to be your captor, pregnant with his child. You assuage her concerns, stopping her from berating your dear husband anymore than she already has.

“He may seem scary at first,” you tell her, a hand resting on your stomach as you smile down at the babe growing in your belly, kicking and every bit the dragon its father is, “But he adores me, Mother. He treats me like a princess. A queen. And I love him.”

Your mother relents and kisses your forehead, though she does give Aemond a rather menacing glare when your back is turned.

When you are eight moons pregnant, not far from your due date, you find yourself back at Harrenhal. Where everything started for you and your beloved.

“If something should happen to me- if I should die this day,” Aemond rests a hand on your face, readying to face his uncle, “My sweet flower, I have my guards standing by to escort you straight to Highgarden. No harm shall come to you or to our child.”

You look at him and shake your head, tears pooling in your eyes, “Don’t do this, Aemond.”

Aemond presses a kiss to your forehead before kneeling down and pressing one to your swollen belly, “Goodbye, little dragon.”

Before Aemond leaves you tug his hand, pulling him into another kiss, passionate, desperate, your lips moving against each other’s with a fervor they haven’t before.

“If you don’t come back to me,” you say softly, “To us… I’ll find a way to bring you back to life and kill you myself, husband.”

Aemond lets out a low chuckle, letting go of you as he saddles Vhagar, taking to the skies. You watch him fly higher and higher until he disappears from view, praying for his safe return.

For your sweet prince.

If I’m being honest, I don’t like yanderes who only care about themselves. I don’t like the ones who could hardly give a damn about their darlings other than the fact that they’re theirs. They’d lock them up in dog cages or a make-shift prison cell, perhaps, even chained to a bathroom with no care about them. They treat them like prisoners, only giving them basic care.

No. Not my thing. 

That isn’t yandere.

Yandere is about being so hopelessly in love and devoted to your object of affection, your darling. It’s about being so deeply in love with someone that those feelings distort into obsession. And it’s not always about murder-fuelled thoughts or raging jealousy, it’s the idea that without your darling, you are hopeless. You can’t function without them, they are the oxygen that fills your lungs, the sun that guides you home. Without them, you feel empty and hollow, like you were born a second too early to appreciate this world. Your heart feels too heavy, your mind doesn’t feel right, and the people around you don’t matter anymore, because you just can’t function, can’t exist.

A yandere needs their darling’s validation and attention. They need YOU to tell them how great they are, that they’ve been doing a good job– because they can’t get it from anyone else. You become their sole motivation in life.

They don’t necessarily have to be devoted to you, spend their days attached to your hip and stalking you from behind. I mean, yes, those yanderes are great and I could go on and on about them, but I think I’ve touched on this before. Yanderes are allowed to exist outside of their darling. They’re allowed to have hobbies and work and things they treasure that aren’t just centred around their darling…

But they need YOU to help them, to motivate them and get them ready and going to fight whatever obstacles they face in life. They dream, fantasise about having you as their spouse, their partner, their best friend. Just knowing that they can call you up, maybe even get a text message before a big life event (like a sports game or a once in a lifetime job interview), they need that.  They want to know that they have an ally in life, someone who will always be there for them. Someone who cares enough to see that they’re well-fed and clothed. Who will make sure they’re healthy and happy and comfortable and loved. Who will be able to give them confidence whenever they’re lacking.

And the only probable person they can see that coming from, is you. And if they have to do some under-handed things to get you by their side, be it stalking to figure out all the things you like, so that the next time you guys meet they’ll know exactly what to say to get into your good books, then so be it. And if they happen to be a little deluded, a little demented, and they decide the best course of action is to kidnap you and chain you by your ankle to their apartment/room, then that’s what they have to do.

In the end, as long as they have you, does the journey really matter?

we don't love on the small nerdy types enough in my opinion- yk the skinny guys that look pretty unassuming?

imagine sitting on his face tho,,,he's lost in the pussy, eating to his heart's content,,,hands gripping at your waist and ass trying to contain all the thickness and hold you still but he just can't :((((

his huge glasses are all fogged up n halfway off his face, eyes rolling to the back of his head like he's been fucked out????? you can't even remember the last time he came up for air, he's been so busy eating you for all you're worth

his cock's standing at attention behind you too??? he hasn't even been touched yet n he's cum so much on his thin belly!!!

such a cute, sweet boy eating you out like his life depends on it <3

such a cute, sweet boy drinking in all your juices n begging you to keep running your fingers through his hair and tugging him further in <3

totally don't wanna sit on Gorou, Tighnari, Cyno, n Kazuha from Genshin Impact's faces what ☁️

Headcanons on what I imagine being in a poly relationship with Silco and Sevika would be like (SFW):

A/n: Forewarning that this is probably gonna be kinda cracky, I'm just having some fun. I will possibly make a N-SFW one if y'all say you want one, just lemme know 👀 anyways-

You probably met them as some sort of business associate of theirs. Maybe you’re another Chembaron, maybe you’re a talented gun for hire, or maybe you’re even a secretary. Who knows!

These two are always busy doing something, whether that’s paperwork for Silco or literally kicking ass for Sevika, so I really hope you can juggle whatever you have going on alongside the general work that’s done under the roof of the Last Drop.

I just know that their sleep schedules are fucking wack man. Part of me wants to say that it would make sense if they were more nocturnal, but we see both of them out and about (Like during the Chembaron meeting) during the daytime; I’ve come to the conclusion that they sleep when they can, and not at specific times. If they can only sleep for five hours until they need to be up for the next shipment, then they only sleep five hours, y’know?

I can see y’all taking (possibly midnight) lunch together whenever you can though. These two would probably not be seen dead in a public place to eat unless it was somewhere high-end, so the solution is usually takeout.

Silco may have you sit in on his chase in his office upstairs while he works so he can spend time with you. Sevika will typically barge in with a jug of something strong and flop down next to you before giving an irritated rundown of what happened on her mission to Silco. She will 100% pull you into her lap while she does this. 

Speaking of sitting in Sevika’s lap, she likes to have you there when she’s playing cards downstairs. If you look up during a game, sometimes you can see Silco watching over the both of you from the balcony. Just to make sure his partners aren’t starting any brawls. At least that’s what he says to y’all. Really it’s because he loves seeing you and her together, having a good time.

There is merit to the previously mentioned worry of you both starting a brawl. Let’s just say that there was a stern talking-to from Silco afterward. He was upset about how this would make the club’s reputation falter, and even more upset when he figured out that your reasoning was “He was cheating, I swear,” when he, in fact, was not. You and Sevika were both banished to the ‘guest room’ that was the pullout in the basement’s side room.

Most people in Zaun see the rumors of Silco being in a relationship with his Right-hand woman and the mysterious other partner as just that: a rumor. “Silco is a heartless, cold, manipulative,” blah blah blah they drone on and on. You feel like you and Sevika have come to know the man pretty well considering the fact that he was always so closed off with his thoughts, but he wore his emotions on his face beyond control. You can see the little smirks he gets when you say something snippy. You can see the shine of satisfaction when Sevika defends herself and those she cares for against anyone and anything that could possibly cause harm. You can see the love in his eyes when he looks at You, Sevika, and his daughter Jinx. 

Sevika is one who never wears her emotions on her sleeve unless absolutely certain that she was in safe company. She usually expresses herself with a glare over Silco’s shoulder or by pushing you behind her as a way of guarding you against possible danger. Hell, she even shows her love for you both by beating the shit out of some fuck that said something too far about either of you. Sevika of course would never outright say that you and Silco are hers in fear of all three of your safeties, but if you or Silco were to say that you both were hers, she would just get a shit-eating grin before puffing her chest in confidence. 

In public, Silco and Sevika kept their steady Boss to Right-Hand relationship, but behind closed doors, it was shoulder pats, praising each other’s accomplishments, and kisses galore. Their most common form of affection with one another was when Sevika would bend down from beside Silco’s seat while he would tilt his head up and meet her for a soft kiss before she would then stroll out of the office to her next job. The first time you saw this happen you did a double-take in shock. Without looking up from his paperwork, “Would you like one too, lovely?” he offered. It took you a good minute to decide that he was, in fact, being serious. You eagerly jumped on the sweet opportunity that he’d allowed you in on from that point onwards.

One perk of being the partner of the essential king of the undercity is that you get to live in luxury. You want it? You got it darling. It’s that simple. All you need to do is look at him and ask politely, and all he asks in return is your love and maybe your plans for the said thing you want. Honestly, he loves spoiling his partners in his wealth to a healthy extent. Once for helping him file a few papers, he bought you a new outfit in thanks. You of course tried to say that you didn’t need it, and he of course shut that down with a lift of an eyebrow and a reassuring statement that if he didn’t want to get you something, he wouldn’t. Sevika is not at all exempt from his spoiling when in the privacy of your collective room. She has suits and golden accessories for days. 

Material things aren’t the only thing that he spoils y’all with. He would be petty enough to rent out an entire restaurant for the three of you, more than once I might add, without breaking a sweat. Those nights are filled with copious amounts of alcohol, good food, and catching up with one another.

Sevika and Silco enjoy being on top of the food chain, and they’re taking you with them while they go. You are always being guarded either by Sevika herself or by having a lacky watching from a safe distance away to where you can’t see them. When you ask Silco about it, he says he has no idea what you’re talking about. It’s for your own good that he has at least one eye on you at all times when he or Sevika aren’t near. If you were to ever find out, it could go one of two ways: If you’re understanding and accepting of the guarding, then it will continue with your input on who you’d trust with guarding you specifically if you had a favorite lacky. If you weren’t alright with it, let’s be honest, it would still happen. Silco would just get stealthier eyes to watch you.

At the end of the day, they would live, kill, and die for you if it meant that you’d return the sentiment. 

Found this in the comments of Shaun's latest video on Andrew Tate, in which he talks pretty extensively about how important it is for men to find ways to be confident in their genders without trying to adhere to, or enforce, anyone else's ideas of manhood on anyone.

Highly recommend checking it out.

Anyway. I rarely see folks talk about the positive impact transmascs have on manhood as a whole, and I think it's important to acknowledge and celebrate that.

thinking ab sev with a clingy gf simply bc i feel like she would definitely be secretly pretty clingy too (and bc im probably the clingiest person to exist)

*cracks knuckles*

you're so right baby, she would be and is very clingy.

In my opinion, i think Sevika would be dying with pure heart eyes on the inside because her gf is clingy, and wants to be with her all of the time. Sevika is playing cards? You're right beside her, huddled under her cloak almost. She's at the bar? You're there, holding onto her arm to be close. Anywhere Sevika is, you're like a little lost puppy behind her (its'a good thing dw) Because you just feel so safe with her around.

I know for a fact she's going to act like she hates it, but whenever you aren't with her, but he's like a lost puppy too. Who's hand is she going to hold when walking through the streets of Zaun if you're busy working? Who's going to hug her when you're not around? Who's going to play with her hair if you're out with friends? Sevika is grumpy, but without her beautiful little thing by her side she's fuckin miserable, just wanting you to be with her. Perched in her lap like you do every single day and night.

Don't even get me started on when you both see each other after a fucking hour. Hugging like you haven't seen each other for 4 years. It's cute, she secretly loves it. Cuddled right up into her chest, damn near sniffing that smoke on her shirt, a scent you came to love, and squeezing the dear life out of her. Simply because you missed her and can't be without her.

damn i called myself out in this, fuck. Im down horrendously LMFAOOOO

Pinched - (Silco/F!Reader)

@bottlerocketbear​​ thanks for the idea of peepaw Silco, look at this old man. but also that means we’re all looking like old man fuckers. the nerve

Silco/F!Reader - NSFW - Cunnilingus, P in V Sex, Silco is an old man whose lived a rough life and it shows MINORS DNI 

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Hey, could you do yandere Silco with a GN s/o who genuinely adores him?

You just want to see soft yandere silco, don’t you anon? I know you probably can’t read my tone, but I said that very smugly lololol.

Melts. Positively, straight up, melts.

This man has never experienced an ounce of romantic affection in his life, you cannot convince me otherwise.

Because one, he was too busy focusing on his plans for Zaun, and two, even if he had been interested in anyone they probably were more into Vander.

Silco can’t get enough of this feeling, and he reluctantly admits that he enjoys being soft and gentle with you.

Silco needs you with him constantly. If you’re away, even for a short period of ten minutes, his anxiety kicks into high gear. Being the ruler of Zaun has given him a surplus of enemies, and if something ever happened to you he would burn everything to ashes.

Is definitely the type to wait outside the door when you use the restroom.

Silco does not trust his own henchmen to look after you, and insists on personally escorting you everywhere. When you’re both out and about, he has one arm wrapped possessively around your hip the whole time and don’t even think about saying it’s embarrassing you (Y/N)!

Silco will buy you anything you so much as even glance at, he’s basically a glorified sugar daddy tbh. (If it’s clothing, he’s getting it tailored specifically for you, and he’s actually given some of his own clothes to have tailored so they fit you.)

Dare I say you rank even higher than Jinx in his list of priorities. Silco is actually hesitant to let you interact with Jinx, because he knows how unstable she can be and he would rather perish than let you get hurt.

Silco’s favorite places to have you with him are on his lap in his office, or spooning you in his bed.

He may not seem like a cuddle bug at first, but once he trusts you not to run away, there isn’t an instant where he’s not at your hip touching you in some way behind closed doors, and even in public he has you by his side 25/8.

Silco’s relatively scrawny, but you should not under any circumstances underestimate him or his willingness to protect you and keep you to himself.

Another yandere who actively enjoys killing for you. It’s one of Silco’s ways of showing he cares for you, and it’s getting rid of anyone who he thinks may have even the smallest inkling of ill will towards you, so it’s a win-win in his mind.

Silco enjoys sharing his plans for Zaun with you, down to the gritty details, so if you feel like he’s over sharing or some of the details are a bit too disturbing for you, tell him and he’ll apologize immediately. He makes up for scaring you by cuddling with you even more.

Even if he trusts you, Silco still finds it hard to completely open up to you and that can sometimes make him come off as stiff or cold. Give him time, and eventually it will all come out in a rare emotional outburst.

Once you’re done comforting him, you can expect him to be much more malleable and relaxed with you from then on out. It’s at this point Silco realizes he likes being vulnerable with you, to be able to tell someone what’s bothering him instead of just brutally slaughtering those who have wronged him.

Convince him to be the small spoon. Silco normally is not one to be coddled, but by doing this you have opened up a whole new world to him. He’s not leaving your grasp unless he absolutely has to. Good luck, darling!

what if the rules were reversed for a second? Holding Sevika tightly against you while she tries to ride your strap??? holding her so she can't move, just sits there squirming, mumbling random words and sentences?? begging for you to let her move?? begging for you to do something?? almost borderline in tears because the pleasure from the strap is making it harder for her to be quiet. Even though you've said to not make a sound while you try to work? aware she would get more punishment for not listening to you? trying her hardest to get some friction with the toy? kissing your neck trying to control herself when all she wants is your attention? Wanting to be quiet and so good for you but also wanting to fucking cum? Yeah, what if right?

"But I've been good, so good⎯ waiting for you⎯ please"

heyyyyyyyyy lol 😭 how yall doing? Good? I'm glad. Not okay? know I love you, you're beautiful, you're amazing and everything will be okay. Hope you're drinking ya water and eating some good food. If you aren't, do it now 👿 💋

Silco X vampire reader

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I'll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it

Trans Silco for this one (Uses terms dick, cunt and slit)

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When your mouth leaves his cunt, the whine he gives is glorious, full of need and want, without even having your bite, as you've grown to taste him without even needing to nibble.

But sometimes you still like to, as you move your mouth to his thigh, while you raise a hand to rub over his dick, enjoying the curse. Your teeth sink in and his back arches off the bed, much to your amusement.

"Easy beloved," you purr, with a lap to the small cut you've made, watching him twitch and his slit leak, gushing out more of that wonderful taste, "I'll eat you again soon."

To your surprise, he glares down at you, canting his hips and bringing them back to your face, and the boldness only encourages you to dip your tongue into his folds once more, much to his loud affirming pleasure.

Masterlist

A masterlist of (most) I've left out some I'm not confident in/were mushed together through errors in the tumblr app. Reader is always gn unless stated otherwise in post

Oc Pronouns: X

OCS:

Quick Oc Intros - Lee, Host, Elliott (X)

Character Concepts - Yandere Incubus and Paralysis Demon - C.C, Verona (X)

Grand Prize: Yandere Show Host x Reader (Host intro) (X)

Host x Co-host reader (X)

Host Nsfw headcannons (X)

Host with flirty reader (X)

Lee headcannons (X)

Lee"s name (1)(2)(3)

Cutting your finger by Lee (X)

Cinema (Elliot Wiltshire intro) (X)

C.C (incubus) blurb (X)

C.C with anxious reader (X)

oc heights (X)

ocs with flustered reader headcannons (X)

oc's thought of starting a family (X)

oc's reaction if reader has a significant other (X)

ocs with a flirty reader (X)

Who would be willing to share an s/o (X)

which ocs are most willing to let their darling have a pet (X)

ocs react to the reader with the bubbly personality (X)

not writing descriptions for this (nsfw) (X)

how ocs kiss their darling (X)

Putting your hand on ocs thigh (X)

ocs with picky eater (X)

ocs with college student reader (X)

telling them you love them (X)

Mutli Part series:

Accidental Cult:

Starting the cult (X)

Your God gets jealous (X)

God lies to followers for worship (X)

Reader kills for their god (X)

Supernatural Harem Masterlist (X)

Supernatural Harem headcannons:

Baron(demon) nsfw (X)

Maddox (reaper) headcannons (X)

Alasdair (Gurdian Angel) (slight nsfw) (X)

Petting Alasdair"s wings (X)

harem with reader that cant swim (X)

kissing the harem a good morning (X)

harem with reader that likes to lay on their chest (X

painting the harems nails (X)

Alasdair true form (X)

harem stealing your clothes (X)

reader trapped on earth after death (X)

Jeremiah (priest) with angel reader (X)(2)(3)(4)

Misc:

Hurt: Male masochistic yandere bully x shy reader (X)

Opposites: violent male yandere x quiet reader (X)

Male yandere doll maker x doll reader (X)

Submissive male yandere x healer reader (X)

Beast: Male yandere x monster reader (X)

Show time: male yandere show host x reader (X)

Yandere Naga squeezing reader as a punishment (X)

Male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Male yandere x delinquent reader (X)

Male yandere x superhuman reader (X)

Yandere male delinquent x reader (X)

Male servant yandere x Vampire s/o (X)

Male yandere x touch starved reader (X)

Forgiveness: Yandere cult x god reader (X) (2)

Male yandere fighter x healer reader (X)

yandere god taking interest in a cult member reader (X)

yandere God of death x reader (X)

Touch starved male yandere x supernatural reader (X)

The Beast's pet: yandere male x werewolf reader (X)

yandere supernatural creature x reader (X)

male yandere x vampire reader (X)

male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Chase: male yandere x monster reader (X)

Pumpkin Carving: Yandere demon x reader (X)

My Guardian Angel: Yandere x reader (X)

Pretty Face: Yandere x serial killer reader blurb (X)

Symbiosis: Mutualism - Yandere cult x genderless deity reader (X) (2)

male yandere x shapeshifter reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere male spider hybrid (X)

Male yandere x serial killer reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere naga (X)

yandere husband X monster reader (X)

yandere merman x pirate captain reader (X)

male yandere exorcist x ghoul reader (X)

Masochistic Male Yandere x Friendly Sadistic Reader (X)

Yandere husband x Psychic Reader (X)

Flowers By Your Grave: Unnamed Male Yandere x Reader (X)

yandere male crime boss x male priest reader (X)

Fandom works:

Kai Satou - yttd (X)

Sullivan - Obsolete Dream (X)

Sal - Wadanohara (X)

Maekami - Obsolete Dream (X)

Masochistic Pro hero Hitoshi Shinso (X)

Masochistic Dabi (X)

Say more about Sevika's praise kink rn.

of course :)

• probably started realizing she might have a praise kink after the first few times you said “you fuck me so good, ‘vika”

• definitely did not say anything about it because what? the big scary lady of zaun liking to be told that she’s doing good? no way in hell was she going to admit that. 

• you started to catch on after noticing her getting more erratic with, well, everything after telling her how well she’s fucking you and that she feels good. 

• tell her how good she feels inside of you and you’re basically gonna have that woman on her knees. 

• she likes to know that she’s making you feel good, that you’re okay. while your moans definitely tell her that, verbal confirmation is what she really likes.

• tell her she’s doing good and you’re gonna get whatever you want. harder? on it. faster? she’s already speeding up. 

• “tell me again. tell me how good i fuck you.”

• can’t decide whether she likes to be praised more for fucking you or you fucking her. 

• but definitely realized how much she liked being praised while bottoming. 

• she’s not going to admit that being called any pet name makes her head spin.

• will not be looking you in the eyes after completely blushing when you called her a good girl for the first time. 

• “you’re being such a good girl for me, taking me so well.”

• mostly because she immediately came afterwards. 

• you’re 100% gonna pick at her for it. 

• you really want to mess with her and get her going?

• make her tell you that she’s being good. that she’s being such a good girl for you. 

• “say it, sev. unless you want me to stop.”

• “no- please, please don’t stop.”

• “then say it.”

• “i-i’m your good girl.”

• “good girl.”

where’s that quiz where you choose lke 4 colours u like and 4 u dont and it hands your ass on a plate

I know I’m being an insufferable worldbuilding nerd here, but my basic metric for evaluating media with very inhuman protagonists is “how easily can one offer a complete and coherent account of this media’s plot without ever mentioning the fact that the protagonist is, for example, a talking car?”. The harder it is, the higher it scores.

People who act aggressive and negative as fuck and then when you’re like “hey can you stop” they’re like “I’m going through some stuff 🥺🥺🥺” like damn dude that’s crazy me too - for example right now I’m going through YOUR behavior.

Hopping on the Vine compilation bandwagon, part 1/?

[EDIT:] Sources below the cut!

so women are supposed to grin and bear the books, the comics, the movies, the plays, the tv shows, the stories, the sci-fi, the translated ancient poems, the fucking millennia of men writing about their self inserts torturing women and it being declared as High Art by other men, we’re supposed to read it in our free time, study it in classrooms, include their styles in our own writing, accept their cultural influence as natural, watch it in the cinema, write about it, talk about it, accept it, aspire it, but men can’t tolerate three seconds of female wish fulfilment of a woman snapping the wrist of a creep without feeling personally kicked in the balls.

It ain't perfect but who cares?

The Language of Silver Millennium

When watching Sailor Moon Crystal, have you ever seen the alien letters resembling that of an Ancient Language spoken in the Moon Kingdom? Usually one can see them on the screens of the computers used by Luna and Artemis, but by far the most noticeable example would be the following scene of the Sword of the Silver Crystal:

I looked everywhere online for answers… Is this even an actual language? Perhaps these letters are a simple cipher for the Latin alphabet or Japanese kana as with the Hylian languages of the Zeldaverse? My eventual conclusion, however, is that these are simply random symbols with no true meaning or correlation to any alphabet. In the picture above, for example, there is an insufficient number of symbols to represent a language with as deep a meaning as the supposed translation. They are made to appeal aesthetically to the idea of an ancient moon language, but the creators put no effort into making it an actual language to much of my dismay. And even if it was a simple cipher of an existing alphabet, I would still be very disappointed at the lack of effort and creativity on the matter.

So, as a result, I took it upon myself to experiment with the given symbols and create an Ancient Moon Language to be spoken in Silver Millennium. I thought the symbols looked as thought they would be a syllabary of some sort (although, the letter-to-word ratio in the picture makes it look as though it were a simple alphabet of some sort, unless the ‘words’ are actually entire sentences and they lack spaces and punctuation, which is also possible), and so I transformed it into a complex featural-syllabic script. The grammar I created is primarily Subject-Object-Verb and uses postpositions, and the language is topographically a fusional language. I based much of the vocabulary on Latin and Ancient Greek so far, as I figured some of the humans on Earth at the time would’ve spoken Latin and Ancient Greek and would be influenced by this language, especially since the Prince’s name is Endymion, which is a Greek name. I also thought that the names of the Sailor Senshi would influence the name of the Roman Gods and Goddesses through contact with the Moon Kingdom, hence their names being of Ancient Moon language origins (which in the language I created would be Giupitéra, Mársia, Mercuría, Venúsia).

Here’s an example I translated; it’s the quote from when Sailor Moon pulls the Sword of the Silver Crystal and the text appearing on the sword is read aloud:

I geládun ilumá cerún elá, Thási ípula irá térmia cristía íli cor-désu le vupá. Perféctu térmiu árgientu cristíu hávae, ne Lúni manílle furtúne empérae. Lúni divíne turúne alá oratíe dárae, ne pásia thasúne alá le tiverá.

(When this sword shines, the legendary crystal within the Queen will work as she wishes. Hold the complete Legendary Silver Crystal and awaken the great power of the Moon. Offer a prayer to the divine tower of the Moon, and peace shall return to the kingdom.)

And then here’s an example of the script as it would be correctly written; it says “Endymion” or literally “Endímiun” (En-dí-mi-un):

So what do you guys think? Should I continue to create this language, maybe even make lessons for others to learn it? Would you be interested in learning such a language?