#( * $$. out of charrie!

[creakysocks]

So having a bronze dragonborn tav who looks just a little bit too similar to ansur sure was an experience-

[cake-chad]

Me, enjoying the return of my favourite campaign, knowing something like season one couldn't have kept going on in the same way, pleased that they found a way to pivot away from the heavy grief filled topics that it was heading towards, and that the entire cast is happy about the changes they've made

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

CHARRI NATION !!!!! AHHHHH !!! WE'RE WINNING !!!

[ovenborn]

I want everyone to know I am 👀ing these cookies for no particular reason... ( 🠠 a lie )

[niamhtullys]

♛ → THE RIVERLANDS/NEW VALYRIA presents NIAMH TULLY, the QUEEN of NEW VALYRIA and the PRINCESS of the RIVERLANDS. when the dragons danced in the sky they thought the BLACKS would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-FIVE year old FEMALE who was INDEPENDENT & COURAGEOUS before they saw the first of the flames, is now DEFIANT & INSECURE after seeing the last. they’re often associated with the sound of quickened steps against ornate marble, the endless pages of an eternally open book, and the haunting shadow of an empty cradle. ( fc: charlotte hope )

history.

niamh tully was believed to be the only daughter intended to be birthed to lord grover tully that day, and whilst a disappointing sigh filled the room at her sex, there was a reignited hope to realise the girl would have a twin. nonetheless, niamh tully screamed over the sounds of maesters checking upon her twin - only for her to also be a girl. from that day on, it were niamh and mellara taking on the world.

over the years, the young girl went from wishing she were a boy for the sake of winning her fathers approval, to ultimately realising how grateful she was that she was a woman when the dance of dragons broke out. still, she was a loud mouthed girl; often heard arguing with her older brother, or bickering with mellara who never really started it. niamh was considered the life of a party, and greatly enjoyed the attention being upon her; the constant attention she bloomed under by the riverland courtiers meant she was not wiling to share it - especially considering she is the middle child.

she found herself becoming more outgoing and extroverted when hit with the scandals of her sisters; iona's initial marriage and rumours of being barren, mellara's secret marriage and the child she birthed into the world - it was from this time she found herself feeling as though she needed to mend it. whilst none asked her to be 'the fixer,' niamh essentially forced herself into the role: ensuring none had a bad word to say about the tully sisters. this was only exaggerated when her father grover tully switched sides during the dance of dragons - and this trait has resulted in some strain between her and her siblings.

following the end of the dance of dragons, niamh was ready to refocus on the riverlands when she was hit with what was essentially a shocker: queen daenaerys targaryen had sent forward a betrothal opportunity, looking for a wife for her cousin - the brat prince. it took a month for niamh tully to be persuaded that it were a worthwhile opportunity to further extend her house and region's influence, and to ensure the riverlands were not simply considered a bargaining tool, or the boxing den of westeros.

upon becoming queen of new valyria, niamh has been attempting to navigate the new court she has found herself in whilst not forgetting her old one. her priority is to ensure jaehaerys supports the choices of the riverlands in making iona their queen, and ultimately standing up against tyland lannister. she is standoffish, formal and distant within court, most notably because she is putting on a "snooty, uptity" persona - thinking that is what these people would want from her. in reality, she does not want to seem "too riverlands" for the court of new valyria - and is struggling/working through guilt for feeling such a way to begin with. still, upon realising the choice of bride was meant to be a snub to jaehaerys, niamh has become overly defensive.

personality.

one time when she was thirteen she swore she was running away, secretly packed a bag, took a rowboat onto the trident, ended up in the trident after it capsized and still swore she knew what she was doing to the fishermen who returned her back to riverrun. that's niamh, at her core - being returned as a floppy. soaked fish.

niamh's progression seems to be happening backwards, and it is most noticed and understood by those riverlanders and close family who knew her before she was wed. it appears as though there is an entirely different woman sat on the throne beside jaehaerys, compared to the one they once knew. her behaviour lacks depth, and she often comes across as quite simple and boring - a riverlands queen, for a court of intrigue. it is fake, down to the accent.

at heart she is a very spirited individual, having no issue with being under the spotlight and if anything, actually thrives on it. there is a part of her that enjoys knowing her presence/personality makes people wonder, and she often considers it something funny to see the faces of the valyrian women as they need to address her by royal title.

she is socially skilled, but not academically: she is gifted at smoothing over awkward and tense situations, often playing into the role of a whimsical, 'silly' woman by giving them something else to switch their focus on. consider margaery tyrell suddenly becoming very excited about pie. in regards to conversations regarding academic matters, she does not pretend like she understands what they are addressing - but she will want to know, and will ask questions.

upon jaehaerys releasing the doctrine of exceptionalism, niamh has become very insecure and paranoid - she often finds herself looking at the ladies of the court and wondering whether any of them will be able to capture the king's attention long enough to threaten her. jealousy is indeed becoming an increasing issue, and she considers it her right to be.

hobbies.

she is a mean fisher. she loves fishing, but will deny it to anyone who insists she likes fishing as she refuses to be a stereotype. there was one time she caught a massive salmon that weighed 57kg, and will brag about that - with the addition that she was forced and never wanted to fish to begin with.

she enjoys betting on the gladiator fights in new valyria, and will often be spectating from the royal box.

she also enjoys fox hunting, and will often be found in robes of fox fur for the colder months or if they need to venture further up north.

she also enjoys competitive swimming, as she would often use empty lakes to race with her closest companions.

fears.

that she won't get pregnant.

that the riverlands will be taken over.

that jaehaerys will go completely mad and show that violent streak towards her.

rumours.

an inspired lil robert dudley x elizabeth i mystery with hugo vance. were they? naaaaaah, of course not. there's no way.

that she is 'barren' like her sister iona...apparently.

[dnangelic]

MASTER I HAVE TO LEAVE CHALDEA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111

[thunderxleafart]

Heya Thunder, hope everything is well on your end!

Do you mind dropping any 8 x 9 headcanons you have?

Hey, thanks for checking in! :)

I'm doing alright, just trying to get back into the art groove LOL Hope everything is well on your end too! ^^ As for your question, I'd absolutely LOVE to drop my 8 x 9 headcanons >:D ~ 8 x 9 Headcanons ~

-Unlike 10 x 11, I see their relationship as more of a slowburn/"Will they won't they?" type dynamic. -The events of "Donald's Duck" is really what kicks off any romantic feelings; they bounce off each other so well, it feels so natural and good and-oopsie! Now they're catching feelings!

-No one was quite sure what to make of their little thing at first; are they a couple or just really good friends?? They act like an old married couple sometimes, but then again they really could just be friends.... - Donald is also just a flirt in general which only confuses things more LOL - They don't actually "get together" in any sort of romantic sense for quite a few years. There's a lot of dancing around and neither really make a definitive move. Donald is too much of a flirt and, admittedly, not the best when it comes to dealing with deeper feelings, and Duck doesn't want to "ruin" this good dynamic they have by reading into things too much. (After all, Donald's so charming he could prolly get anyone he wanted, why would he want Duck of all engines?) (Safe to say, most of Donald's genuine flirting went right over Duck's funnel as a result LOL) - Eventually one of them just kind of blurts it out and the other goes; "Wait... you thought I didn't like you back???" Hilarity ensues LOLL - Donald is definitely the kind of witty, charming flirt that will turn into a spluttering mess if someone he genuinely likes shows any interest back. And Duck finds that absolutely adorable/very endearing. xD - Donald is one of the only engines who gets away with calling Duck "Monty". He also uses a slew of other nicknames/pet names, including; Sweetcheeks, Sweetheart, Darling, Duckie, Darling Duckie and Waddles. (Jokingly) - Duck doesn't use pet names but doesn't mind the ones Donald's given him. (Honestly he kinda loves it) - Dilly is basically Donald's daughter and Duck is her step-dad. It's a whole thing LOL - Duck is always able to tell the Scots apart. They don't know exactly how he always knows, but he just does. (They've tried every trick in the book, nothing has ever worked LOL) - These two have the absolute best banter.

Favourite Things About Each Other ~

Donald about Duck: How assertive/no-nonsense he is, his voice (he loves listening to his passionate rambling.. most of the time LOL), how hardworking he is, and just how blunt he can be. Duck about Donald: How relaxed and "no-fucks-given" he is (especially since he overthinks a lot LOL), his humour/sharp wit, his good work ethic, and that little twitch he does when he's trying not to smile at a bad/lame joke but is clearly failing.

Honestly they're easily one of my absolute favourite TTTE ships. They're opposites in a lot of ways but that's what makes them work so well together. Duck brings out the more mature side of Donald, and Donald brings out Duck's more playful side. They bring out the best in each other and it's so good. They're also just super cute and silly and I love them ;;;

Thank you for the question!! <3

[ragegrove]

┊┊ open to mutuals and non mutuals. ˑ 🌊 ㅤ&.ㅤㅤ،1986.

"you expect, what? for me to care? tch." a pause, plucking the cigarette from lips as blood drips off his eyebrow down his cheekbone– unbothered to clean it as cigarette smoke exhales, "he got what was coming." a product of his ripe rage from EARLIER at home caused a fight ( billy was looking for anyway ) to escalate at the party. but also, there was an alternate reasoning. maybe a part of him DID come to their defense. "and i did warn him, i told him it was his funeral."

[thebluespacecow]

What if

What if you looked at my dc oc. What then.

[angeliyuu]

KOI I LOVE YOU SO MUCHHH RAAHHHH

[charrimander]

Baffled yet another medical professional. Yay.

[moonybemine]

u ever decide to take a chance on a fic with a weird premise thinking "but what if it's really good! and then something really fucking weird happens and you just sit there staring at ao3 wondering why you took the chance?

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Lucky Winners ❙ ES Bumblebee X f!robot reader X Breakdown ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 2300+

Warnings: Smut ( valve in plug and port and double penetration ) threesome, mentions of BreakBee and a pretty tasty sandwich. NSFW 18+.

Notes: This...I really liked this! Thanks anon for sending through it was a lot of fun and excited to share with the world. Enjoy. 🥰

They are at it again. Bumblebee and Breakdown were having a few races together at the track while you watch on, unable to hold back your smile as you admire them both carrying on like sparklings. Honestly, you think it's cute, they both are, and you enjoy spending time with them.

After the horrible events with both G.H.O.S.T. and Mandroid there was a lot to repair and more verbal agreements to be made. All decepticons and autobots are finally working together to repair the space bridge, and to put the differences aside for a better future.

You're an autobot, loyal to Optimus, but even you grew tired of this war. Despite still being considered as young you felt ready for retirement. After the space bridge would be fixed you wanted to revisit cybertron, and from there you're wanting to consider what you want.

What you truly want is to settle, a change to start a family perhaps, but finding the right mech was no easy task. Right now your thoughts and optics are right on both Bumblebee and Breakdown. Both were rather handsome, funny, and they were both kind to you. But of course you can't have both, right?

Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear the sound of engines roaring and tires skidding, both bots come screaming around the track and as always Breakdown beats Bumblebee. They both transform in style right before you then.

"Too slow!"

"Not again! I know you're cheating somehow, there's just no way you can beat me every single time!"

"Just admit that I'm faster to you, Bee." Breakdown gave out a hearty laugh that you are fond of hearing.

"Y/N, to be honest, did he get a head start?" Bumblebee asks, bringing you into the moment.

"Breakdown a cheater? That's a serious accusation." Your tone is playful. "I'm pretty sure you both went off at the same time."

"I want a re-race!" Bumblebee declared.

"Let's make it interesting. Winner takes the prize." Breakdown grins with mischief.

"What prize? You've got nothing to offer!" Bumblebee argues with slumped shoulders before looking at you. "Name the prize, Y/n."

"Me?" You sound surprised. "Well, alright. The winner shall...." You think before giving a shrug, followed by a silky giggle. "The winner gets a kiss from me."

It's a joke, at least that's what you told yourself.

Both Breakdown and Bumblebee stare at you, then at each other, before they transform and are flying down the track as if their lives depended on it.

"Oh." You whisper to yourself as you feel your cheek plating warm up a little. It was a joke, and they both took it very seriously. Surely they didn't seriously think you are being for real?

Well, you sit there, anxiously waiting for the winner to finish. It's not that you were opposed to the thought of kissing either of them, you would like that very much, but perhaps it's just you overthinking it. It's just a kiss.

Eventually they finish, and once again Breakdown is the champion.

"Yes! I get the prize!" He looks rather proud of himself and even eager to get the kiss from you.

"No fair..." Poor Bumblebee sounded like a wounded critter.

"So, Y/n, how about that kiss?" Breakdown cruises towards you, holding a charming smirk as you stand up from the ground in front of him.

"Very well." Leaning forward you caress his cheek, turning his head lightly and kissing his cheek lightly, giving him a dainty giggle noticing his confused expression.

"What? That's all?" You don't miss Bumblebee's amused smile.

"Oh I'm sorry, were you expecting a hot make out session?" You teased with a seductive smile.

"Yeah?"

"That wasn't the prize offered." Patting his cheek you step away crossing your arms across your charris.

"Alright then, put it on the table." Breakdown sounded determined to get that kiss, which makes you blush lightly knowing what he wants from you. "Bee, one more race?"

Bumblebee vented heavily. "Fine! But I'm watching you, no cheating."

"Y/n, all good, kiss on the lips on the table?" Breakdown looks very anxious as he dances lightly on his pedas making you smirk lightly, an idea forming in your mind. It was crazy but you can't help yourself. After all, it's been a while since you've had any intimate fun.

"How about...whoever wins, get's to have me." You declare before leaning yourself against the brick wall and parting your legs a little, your servos cascading over the top of your thighs, teasing the two racers. "And they can do whatever they want with me."

Once again the silence lingers, and after a long moment of waiting, both Breakdown and Bumblebee have driven off down the track once again in a more desperate attempt to win. You can't help but giggle lightly, the joy and thrill already working through your frame as you wait, curious as to who was going to win and have their way with you. You are going to feel so sorry for whoever doesn't win.

As both come around the bend you notice that both are side by side as they floor it towards the finish line. Would this be the race that Bumblebee finally wins?

Keeping your optics at the finish, you anxiously bit your lips and waited, and waited, right before they both crossed. It's a tie.

"It's me! I won!" Breakdown yells as he's letting everyone know he's won.

"No way! I did! I won that race!" Bumblebee argues not wanting to lose this round.

"Y/n, be honest, who's the lucky winner?" Breakdown leaves it to you to decide, smirking lightly as he sends you a charming wink.

Of course though you answer honestly. "You're both the lucky winners."

"What?" Both looked confused at you causing an uplifting giggle to leave you.

"I saw it, and it's a tie, no more arguing about it. Now, if you two are done with your racing, perhaps you both would like to have your prize now?" You tease as you walk back into the sheltered part of the race track, optics illuminating in the shadows as you await their pounce.

It doesn't take long for either of them to do exactly that.

You find yourself being embraced by Breakdown from behind, feeling his servos roaming over your hips and waist, his lips planting against the back of your neck as he lets out a groan just from touching you. Bumblebee stood in front, his lips latched onto your own in a lustful aura, glossa's tangled gentle together as you both let out hushed moans into one another. It seems both didn't have any issues sharing you.

Curiously, you teased Bumblebe's horns between your digits, earning a short gasp from him as he pulled away in surprise, notice his cheek plating heat up from your actions.

"Sensitive?" You ask through a gentle teasing tone.

"Y-yeah, but it's alright." He gives an innocent smile.

"He secretly loves it." Breakdown says from behind you against your audio.

"And how would you know?" You continue to tease.

"I know everything." His tone was very suggestive.

You bit your lips in thought, considering that the two fool around with one another, which you actually found quite arousing. You digits continue to gently tease Bumblebee's horns, enjoying the sounds he made as you both kiss deep again. Breakdown's servo moved down between your thighs earning a low moan from you under their seductive touches.

"I bet you're already soaking for us, yeah?" Breakdown's tone seems to have that in depth effect on you.

"So much." You weren't going to lie or hold back as you spread your thighs a little, rocking your hips down against his touches. Moving your own servo behind you touch his heated panel, your other moving to Bumblebee's panel as you give them firm rubs, making the two groan from your touches. "And I bet you two are eager for this."

Their answer is by moving, and you find yourself straddling Bumblebee on the ground with Breakdown behind you still, feeling him tilt your helm to the side so he can steal another warm kiss from you as you grind yourself against Bumblebee, who has now retracted his panel and you do the same, rubbing yourself along his already throbbing spike. Breakdown does the same and you feel his thick spike rubbing up against your aft earning a thrilled quiver to rush through your frame.

"Are you alright with this?" Breakdown asks you gently, knowing very well you are about to take them both.

"Definitely."

You trust both to take care and satisfy you greatly. You end up retracting your port than for Breakdown and grind yourself against the two mechs to get them even harder and yourself more lubricated.

A lot of your juices have already leaked out and Breakdown uses this to coat his digits and gently probe your port to prepare you for him. The invasion was different but not bad, in fact you find yourself rocking back against his digits, right before positioning yourself over Bumblebee's tip and sinking down on him.

"Oh primus..." Bumblebee moans, servos holding onto your hips as you slowly lower yourself, feeling every ridge press through your inner walls before bending down to kiss him softly.

Slowly you rock yourself, clenching around his spike along with Breakdown's pumping digits, letting out soft mewls that linger and savouring every second of this. You honestly had no idea if something like this would happen again, and so you want to make every second count for the three of you and make sure they never forget it.

Breakdown removes his digits and you hear him shuffling behind before feeling the warm tip of his spike against your port, nudging gently, before he pushes forward slowly. His grunts hit your audio as you tip your helm back against his shoulder, moaning loudly before it's swallowed by his lips over yours, devouring you with his glossa as he continues to inch forward into your tight port.

Bumblebee found the sight of you both above him even more arousing while you rode his spike slowly, his servos resting at your waist while he vents through the heated desire rushing through him.

You take both their spikes fully, feeling every bumpy ridge and throb from them, clenching around them teasingly as you continue to rock yourself slowly against them. "You both fill me so well, so good." You send them both praises. "You can move, please."

"We'll take very good care of you." Breakdown purrs before looking down at Bumblebee. "You ready slowpoke?"

"Bring it, show off." Bumblebee grins at him.

Holding yourself above, both of them start to thrust into you in sync together, slowly and firmly. Your valve and port welcome both spikes eagerly, clenching around them, feeling every ridge dragging across your inner walls. Your optics shuttered as your mouth hung open, constant silky moans forming from you as you let both winners take you as their prize.

Breakdown's heated grunts are deep and continuous, pressing into you repeatedly as his servos grip your waist securely. Bumblebee's moans are different, softer, servos held a sturdy yet gentle hold across your hips, feeling his digits circling into your soft armour which sends pulses of bliss through your already quivering frame.

"Oh frag..." Is all you can whisper out through the intense interfacing you are receiving from two impressive mechs and their throbbing spikes entering you over again in perfect sync.

"Taking us so well." Breakdown whispers hoarsely against your audio, feeling ever heated vent from him as he rocks into you. "Think you can go for more?"

"Easy Breakdown, don't want to hurt her." Bumblebee's concern was sweet, you think to yourself.

"It's alright. Yes, please. I've got two speed racers fragging me. Give me your true speed." You are ready for them, and it's all the coaxing they both need.

It's as if something set off between them, an electric pulse, because the next thing you know is both of them let themselves go, and truly show you the speed racers they are.

Metal hitting metal, scraping together, throbbing spikes now being rutted into your valve and port repeatedly. Both their hips slam against you over again, but of course all you can feel is the overwhelming pleasure boiling through you as you somehow manage to hold yourself up above Bumblebee with shaky arms.

Your overload suddenly snaps, catching you off guard and half broke shout and collapsing against Bumblebee's chassis while clamping tightly around their twitching cables buried deep in you, aftershocks and pulses rocking through your frame as your moans continue to linger out through their rapid thrusts against you.

Both weren't too far behind, and as you let out short whimpers through they final thrusts, you suddenly feel them giving their final movements through their intense moans and filling you deeply with their transfluids, jerky thrusts lingering before Breakdown lays gently across your back, careful to not crush you or Bumblebee.

Laying on top of Bumblebee he turns his helm a little and you end up kissing him softly making him smile lightly in return as his servo caresses your shoulder. Breakdown leans down over your shoulder, moaning a little as you still feel him inside you, before he tilts your helm back to kiss you as well. That wasn't all though, and you watch through inquisitive optics as Breakdown then leans across to kiss Bumblebee.

You already guessed they are fooling around, and it only turns you on.

"Just so you both know, if you ever want me to offer myself as a prize through racing for each of you, I'm keen." You inform them.

"Guess Bee and I will be racing more often than." You can feel Breakdown's grin through his voice.

"One of these days I'll beat you." Bumblebee sounds determined.

"Sure thing, slow poke."

You let out a soft giggle and touch both speeders tenderly. "I can't wait."

[champagnecherryblossom]

• Seduction in Silk: His Possession, Her Pleasure •

Pairing | changbin x fem!reader.

Word Count | 842

Summery | Having been spoiled by a wealthy man allowed you to buy all you pleased and show it off. But at the end of the day, you’re his possession but he was your pleasure; you had to give something back…

warnings | none idol au, older!changbin, fem!reader, dom!changbin, sub!reader, pet names, finger play, clit edging, left denied.

A/N - i think that’s about it? Maybe, idk.

“No… more… pl-please…” You breathed out, his fingers never actually stopping. A whine left your lips as you felt close again, your hips almost bucking up as the same tingly feeling filled the pit of your stomach. You had to remind yourself ‘no moving’ a rule Changbin had when he punished you for your actions.

Changbin smirked as his fingers slowed down once more earning a whine from you. His hands rubbed and roamed your inner thighs letting you calm down from the almost orgasm you could’ve had.

“Please…” You begged, the need to cum becoming stronger, as your actions from earlier came to mind. Why’d you have to tease him with another man his age? Why’d you think it was a good idea? Oh but you did, you loved the idea of teasing him with another man. Even after all he gave you, the designer clothes and items. The pocket money to spend as you please.

You couldn’t help it though, having him toy with you as he pleases in a ‘form of punishment’ it something you couldn’t pass on, even if it was on purpose. You loved how he made you beg, how he would remind you who you belonged to. It was all to good, even if it made you beg like a bitch in heat.

“I don’t think so, Princess.” Changbin’s sultry voice echoed in your ear, his breath hot against your neck making you even more needy. Another whine left your lips once his fingers brushed against you folds, the tip of his middle finger slightly touching your red swollen clit.

“Binnie!” You cried out, the need for him to touch you becoming stronger, to give you what you wanted. But, no. He had other plans, he wanted to see you so edged out that every little moment you made sent shivers of need, that his touch made you want to cum. He was going to make sure of it.

Even if that meant leaving you denied.

His finger began to play with your clit once again, the feeling sending a jolt of arousal through your body. Squirming in his lap, you rubbed against his hard on. A strong low groan left his lips as he stopped his fingers movements as a whine left past your lips.

“No moving, Princess.” He warned, his hands resting on your hips to keep you in place. You nodded, you knew better than to go against his wishes.

“Ye-yes, love.” You replied.

“Good.” His breath hit your ear as his fingers went back to your folds, sliding his two fingers around your needy clit and rubbing.

A sharp gasp left your lips, the very lips that wore the charry lip gloss he’s brought you earlier that day, which now barely evident on your lips. His fingers worked your clit making you forget about the lip gloss as the feeling made you leak with your silk as it dripped onto the seat.

“Making a mess, are we?” You nodded, you so badly wanted to move your hips to get more friction but you couldn’t. You were already on your second warning leaving one left. You didn’t want to be left needy until he brought you some new, you wanted to have your release. The release you have been craving for the past hour now, but he wasn’t making it easy on you.

“Please, Binnie. Let me cum.” You begged, a tear ran down your face as you slightly lifted your head and looked down. His fingers went into a slow motion on your clit, you could see a smirk on his face from your peripheral vision making you whine with need.

“Not yet, Doll.” His fingers stopped moving, he pulled up your laced panties and fixed your dress. You whined as you’ve been denied release yet again, this made you rub your thighs together trying to get some kind of relief. But you were stop, Changbin’s hands pushed your thighs apart keeping you from relieving yourself.

“Don’t make me use that last warning, Princess.” His voice full of warning as his grip on your thigh was almost bruising. A moan left your mouth, your silk soaking your lace panties. You wanted more, you needed him to touch you, to give you that release you wanted.

You became greedy.

“I’ll be good! Just… let me cum…” You whined, moving your hips trying to get that friction but you were stopped immediately. Changbin’s grip rough and bruising, he placed you onto the seat next to him.

“I said no moving!” And there it was, his last warning. You felt your heart drop as you looked at Changbin, a tear slipping from your eyes with need and realization. He was going to keep you denied, he was going to edge you until he brought you some new and luxurious.

“Please…” You begged once more with a bit of hope.

“No, Princess.” His words simply but held so much order, you were left to obey.

To obey until you receive a gift from him.

[nmakii]

Hii! Hear me out on this, right, Alastor (in your current yandere husband au) has one-on-one bonding with our lovely Noah. (I have a cat named Noah...lowkey imagining him here.) Idk what dads do with kids but for the sake of plot I'm going to call it hunting. Reader is sitting quietly as Noah tells her all about his day in the forest and how he got to see his food before it was his food! She starts thinking that no amount of nurture can overpower someone's nature. Reader doesn't hate her son...but she's just worried and is trying her best, because in her mind, she's still a single mom and always will be. (Rightfully so) Alastor is egging this on and almost trying to get reader to lose it in front of Noah, to prove something. Other things ! Alastor is def not happy with one kid lmao. Seven years is a long age gap...better hurry up! He wants his Emilia....not because his mother is asking for it or anything like it! Speaking of his mother...god rest her soul man...i lowkey would just marry him for her to be my legal mother (in-law). Rip mom...fly high girl... (Ps, can i please hug you platonically, i literally love you and your writing so much. Please remember that you've made so many cool things and will continue to make cool things no matter which path you go. Love you girly (gn), a little more than Alastor's mom) - Charry Anon

WE’RE GONNA FLY AWAY FROM HERE

[before you read this, read the rest of the story!]

— the more and more alastor influences your son, the more he becomes just like his father. but, why stop at just one child?

— i love u i will make MORE yandere alastor bc hes now my fave

you hated this house. no matter how much alastor tried to hide it, the subtle scent of blood reeked from all over this house.

you oh, so desperately wanted to run away— hop on a train all the way to long island. but, it isn’t so simple anymore. you had a son to think of, a son who’s growing scarily closer to his father.

the thought of hurting noah might have never crossed alastor’s mind, but he wasn’t above threatening it to bring you back home. and above all that, you couldn’t leave him alone with this wolf.

and so, you stayed.

“and then, papa told me to stay quiet… and he shot the turkey! papa took me to his butcher room and showed how get the yummy turkey meat! y’know mama, papa has lots of meat in his butcher room.” your son rambled on, kneeling on a stool by the kitchen counter as you prepare for dinner. “lots of meat, you say?” you raised an eyebrow. “…that sounds really fun, baby.” you sighed.

it’s only been a month since he forced you back. and, noah’s already calling alastor ‘papa’. he tainted your sweet boy’s mind— ‘mama lied to you, she wanted to keep you all to herself. she’s really selfish, but then again, i can’t blame her!’

and, you couldn’t protest. if you did, if you broke the rose-tinted filter alastor created— he would hurt you. not physically, alastor is still a ‘gentleman’. he’d hurt you mentally, break your little mind until you can’t do anything but nod your head.

alastor would never strike his hand on noah. after all, deep down, there’s some part of him that’s still in love with you, albeit in his own twisted way. and, noah is apart of you, alastor couldn’t bear to hurt him, not unless he’s misbehaving…

“mama, can we have the turkey we hunted for dinner?!” noah asked excitedly, slamming his hands against the counter over and over again. “sure, baby… but, remember before..? you got in trouble with mr. yee because you released all his chickens…” you asked, quite desperate. this little boy, the one who finds hunting fun. he is nothing like the one who wanted to become vegan after he found out where chicken comes from, despite failing because of his love for chicken burgers.

“yeah, but papa showed me how fun hunting is!” he squealed. at the mention of papa, alastor laughed, carrying noah from behind, tickling his belly as he kissed your little boy’s head. “talking to mama about our little trip, huh?” alastor grinned.

“ah, alastor… dinner will be ready in a half hour.” you glared at him. “no worries, my love. it just means that i have a half hour to play with our beautiful son!” he smugly said. he saw the hatred in your eyes the moment he said ‘our’.

he was trying to make you lose your shit. make you seem like a hysterical woman. that way, if you even tried to divorce him, noah would be left in his care. now that you were older and wiser, you wouldn’t play into his little trap.

“alright, you two have fun.” you begrudgingly smiled. alastor’s eyes widened, showing his shock for just one split second. alastor nudged noah, “go on for a second. papa wants to talk with mama.”

oh god, what now?

once noah left, alastor went behind you, straddling your waist. “what is it, alastor?” you groaned. “i want another child, darling” he whispered against your ear. “i visited my mother with noah last week, she adored him, my love. she said she’d adore a granddaughter this time. she even picked out a name, emilia.” he rambled on. “as much as i love your mother, i don’t want another child, alastor.” you hissed out.

“oh, but it’s not just my mother, dear. little noah also wants a little brother or sister of his own.” at the thought of a little sister for noah, it would keep him busy, away from alastor, wouldn’t it? he’d gain those brotherly instincts that are so reminiscent of the soft hearted boy you raised.

“…alright…” you frowned. alastor’s grip on your hips tightened as he pressed kisses onto your neck. “good girl.” your head leaned back as you melted into his touch. as much as you didn’t want to, the warm sensation of his soft lips on your skin was to die for. “after dinner, darling.” he grinned, finally leaving you alone.

what had you done to be forsaken with this monster?

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Look, it's the Little Western gang! :D Huzzah! The original concept for this piece was in September of last year, and this wip has been kicking around in my art folder ever since. And for the last few months it's been 2/3rds of the way done and just... sitting there LMAO But at last, it's finished! And I'm very happy with how it turned out in the end! :D

Backgrounds continue to be the bane of my existence, but hey, you can't get better if you don't try, right? And playing with the lighting and shadows was a lot of fun so it evens out in the end! First time drawing Oliver too! And I think he's looking v cute <3 I love all of these charries so much, and I'm sure this won't be the last y'all will see of any of them. xD (Though maybe I won't go quite so hard next time... we'll see LOL) Anyway, enjoy these funky lil trains! <3 Cuz I know I sure do! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oliver, Donald, Douglas & Duck (c) TTTE Art (c) Me! <3