#i guess shes just asserting her dominance

[trashabilly]

lucifur is waiting

[wandasaura]

WHAT DID I SAY

summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni

authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!

know my place

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Maria – 

The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own. 

Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly. 

“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely. 

Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply. 

The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark. 

“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.” 

A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!” 

Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly. 

“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”

Natasha –

Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone. 

When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper. 

Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers. 

“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder. 

Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure. 

“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!” 

With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!” 

“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

Wanda – 

When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more. 

Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for. 

A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her. 

“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements. 

Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward. 

You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation. 

A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.” 

Carol –

The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open. 

Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her. 

Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her. 

“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants. 

“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away. 

“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core. 

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.

[a-hazbin-reader]

could you do something about how alastor gets jealous and how he shows it? Like what things would get him jealous and stuff like that and then how he would go about it? Thank you!

I guess I gotta- 🥵

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being a red flag, Wifey is into it even though she pretends not to be, A widdle suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

It doesn't take much to make Alastor jealous, he has a big ego to defend and doesn't like to share your attention

He also doesn't think a lot of people are worthy of your attention so that's a big part of it

Alastor is almost childish the way he acts out when he's jealous, it's painfully obvious even though he denies it every time

He sulks and acts out to get your attention back on him, doing anything he can to make you just look at him

He's rude and intimidating to anyone he thinks is flirting with you or trying to take you for themselves

After every incident, he tries to pretend like nothing happened and refuses to acknowledge his jealous streak

Can't people just understand that you're a married woman and that Alastor deserves all of your time???

Someone is talking to you and you're laughing too hard, cheeks a little too pink? Alastor is right there to sniff out any ill intention

"What's so funny, my dear? Surely you're not gossiping without me.."

He's wrapping a protective arm around you and kissing your cheek, eyeing the other person the entire time as he asserts his husbandly dominance over them

"Hm? Oh! He was telling me a funny joke about-"

Alastor takes a break from kissing your wrist and palm to snap his gaze to the other man, a wicked gleam in his eye

"Ohhhh! So you're a clown! Wonderful~! Your attire had me wondering what you do for a living, but now it all makes sense!"

The other person is visibly uncomfortable by your husband's unspoken challenge and backs out of the conversation with their tail between their legs

"I guess he had other things to do~"

You roll your eyes as Alastor nuzzles your neck, petting his around his ears and antlers

"You're are not a very subtle man, my dear."

You're dancing with someone who's not him? Alastor will physically shut that shit down

He spends maybe a full minute pouting and ignoring everyone else around him, eyes locked on you and your dance partner

"Alastor, are you even listening?"

"Out of all the women here, why did he choose MY wife? I walked away for one second, and he snatched her up!"

He doesn't care for how closely they're holding you, the way they blush and smile from your attention

Alastor isn't having it, striding over and using his hip to push the man away from you and off the dance floor, taking your hand

You're trying not to smile at him, pressing against your husband as you take his hand and dance with him

"Alastor, that was rude..."

He simply chuckles and spins you around happily, snapping his fingers to change the song into something more romantic

"I would say I'm sorry but we both know I'm not~ Besides, I waited for my chance to dance with you!"

It's hard to stay mad at him when he's looking at you like you're the only person in the world and holding you like you're something precious

It helps that he's so handsome, you can't help but lean up and steal a kiss from him, feeling familiar butterflies at the touch

"You've been dancing with me all night, and you barely waited a minute... you greedy demon~"

He leans into your hand as you cup his cheek, tail wagging from having your undivided attention again

"Is it a crime that I want to hog my darling wife? That I crave every opportunity to dance with her and steal the show?"

He's leaning in for another kiss, and it makes you instinctively move in closer to meet his lips

"It will be if you keep injuring people~"

And those are just some examples of people who weren't flirting with you, it's so much worse when someone actually wants you

You're waiting for your husband to meet with you for your date, dressed up and looking your absolute best

When you hear a sharp whistle from behind, only to see a sleazy looking demon towering over you and eyeing your body

"And just where do you think you're going looking like that, beautiful? My place is that way~"

He's much too close, placing a hand on the wall behind you in order to keep you from running, completely unaware of the danger he's in

You can't help but roll your eyes at the situation

"I'm flattered, really I am... but I'm not interested, I'm waiting for someone, actually."

You casually move out from under his arm, completely unfazed by the way his expression darkens as you fix your appearance

"Oh really? And just who might you be waiting for? Let me guess, your boyfriend?"

He doesn't look like he believes you, making air quotes around the word boyfriend

You can't help but laugh at the poor soul, putting a hand on your hip as you whip around to face him-

"Husband, actually~ My name is Alastor though maybe you'll recognize my other name! The Radio Demon~ Maybe you've heard of me?"

It's such a treat to watch the cocky demon lose his composure in fear and so sexy to watch your husband be the cause of it

The demon is so much larger than Alastor but he's practically cowering away from him, Alastor grinning at him as he tilts his head

"Look uh-I'm sorry! I didn't realize-"

Your husband tuts at the demon, antlers already growing as he morphs into his larger demonic form

You can't help but blush at how sweet Alastor is being, rushing to your rescue like this

"Didn't realize what? That you were hitting on my wife? You think I would just stand by and let you think you have a shot with her? She's much too far out of your league, unfortunately."

He's so cute when he's jealous

"Darling, do be quick with that? I don't want to miss our reservation-and no eating him! I don't want you to spoil your appetite!"

Alastor looks at you and visibly blushes at how good you look, the other demon simply an afterthought as he tears them apart

"My dear, you look absolutely ravishing~ How am I going to keep the other men from looking at you when you're so delectable?"

He's still humongous, a large claw reaching out to stroke your leg tenderly, a lovesick expression on his face

You can practically see the hearts in his eyes~ Smiling at your husband and blowing him a kiss

"It's a good thing that you're the only man I have eyes for then, isn't it?"

He shrinks back down to his normal size and kisses your hand before wrapping an arm around you as you two walk together

"It's something that I'm extraordinarily grateful for~"

You can't help but lean your head against him, letting him nuzzle the top of your head in an affectionate manner

"Though~ I wouldn't mind a refresher of just how much you adore me...~"

You can't help but snort at the comment, gently slapping his chest before pulling him in for a kiss

"Dinner first~ You'll need your strength~"

I might go back and change this one a bit ngl

[natalchartnurtures]

PAC: Mitski, what about me is eternal like the.. moon?

I had so much fun doing this

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Pile 1:

'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love is mine, all mine, all mine

I'm sitting right in front of your cards in utter awe. I got goosebumps when I laid eyes on your cards, pile 1. Let me begin by saying this: you've seen some DARK and truly terrible times, haven't ya? Even as I say this, it feels like an understatement. There have been times when you were stripped down to bare bones, and you had to "grow back the rest of you." I apologize for the gruesome metaphor (but hey, I'm just the messenger; this ain't really coming from me :p). Maybe you've had to encounter times when you felt painfully lonely, stuck in your head and in your general life too, like your spirit was beaten down. Or maybe it felt as if the universe snatched away something you thought was incredibly precious? But I hear that it wasn't what you thought it was; that's why it had to go. You probably didn't see it that way at all, and THAT'S ALRIGHT because we don't have Spirit's perspective, now do we? I see that you really struggled to put yourself together after that somewhat 'impossible-seeming' loss. It seemed like it came outta left field.

BUT GUESS THE FUCK WHAT. You, my friend, took this PAIN and these fucked up times and turned it into a damn palace of gold. You read that right. What's eternal about you? Your alchemy. Your fire. Your willpower. Your ability to take life by the balls. Your refusal to let it beat you to dust. Your refusal to be small. Literal goosebumps, you feeling it yet? It's your connection to God/Source/Universe. Your faith. Your mastery of your mind, babe. Yeah. You've somehow mastered your mind in this process of putting yourself back together. Acknowledge that ish! 'Cause you really did do that.

Nothing can ever get you to stop dreaming, and much less trying to stop you from achieving them, love. You're a powerhouse of energy, and God bless anybody who ever underestimates that (you included side-eyeing you right now). Not you getting low key called out, haha.

Don't get me wrong, though; being a powerhouse of energy doesn't necessarily mean being in everybody's face trying to assert your dominance, y'know? It can look like silent crying in the middle of the night and waking up the next day determined to overcome the thing that made you cry the day before.

Your light is what's eternal about you. It never goes off. Like ever. Your dedication to learning and growing through whatever, and I mean WHATEVER, life throws your way is what will never die, sweetie. It's like a part of your essence at this point. I hope you're proud of that and know that it's what will bring you to your success in life, whatever that looks like for each one of you beautiful ass people reading this :)

Haha, that's so cute; I just heard Spirit go "you're going places, sweetheart" ><

And with that, let's end your FABULOUS, goosebumps-inducing (btw, I don't say that about just ANYTHING), and awe-inspiring reading here.

Thank you, pile 1, for sharing your energy with me today. I love you guys so, so much and… not gonna lie, I'm low key honored to have been in your presence today. Haha, see ya!

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Pile 2:

My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her?

My god, why is there so much happening as I tap into your energy, pile 2? And I mean it in a nice way, though. I heard T Swift's song "The Last Great American Dynasty" as I was shuffling for you, and I heard Spirit go, "she's sweet and salty," lol. We'll see how all that plays into the reading eventually.

The first thing I noticed was your incredible balance within your mind and heart. It's shocking. Maybe you've been working on getting these aspects of yours to agree with one another and balance each other out, or it's simply your personality, but… pile 2, this beautiful mind-heart balance is what's eternal about you, love. Your peace. Your calm. The childlike innocence of your heart blending seamlessly with your mind's unending curiosity for life. Your emotional intelligence. The way you flow… like water, I heard. Wow! I find that so amazing, ugh, like can we be friends, pile 2? T-T, 'cause I definitely need some of that in my life right now, not gonna lie, haha.

There's that AND then there's a whole other dimension to you where you give 'life of the party' vibes as well. OH, so maybe that's why I heard Spirit say "sweet and salty," like two very different things but produce a wonderful taste together. Complex. Addicting. You make people want to come back for more, pile 2. Mmmmmm! Love that!

You have this laid-back vibe to you as well that a lot of people in your life appreciate. I see that your ability to lighten anybody's day is what's eternal about you awwww. I heard "she's the sunshine of my life." UGH, this is too wholesome for my heart; please save me. You seem to really perk up people's day/week or just life in general. You give, like, Saggi vibes, bro. It doesn't matter if you have that in your chart, but it's just your soul. The eternal aspect of you feels bright, expansive, loving, and so vibrant in energy, my god. You've also got strong feminine energy too… you must be really good at attracting 'cause you're strong in your feminine energy AND you're chill and detached from it at the same time. Effortless manifester, master manifester are some words that come to mind as I describe this.

Your divinity is what's eternal about you. Your 'witchy vibes.' Your embodiment of your highest truth. Your commitment to maintaining this divine connection in your day-to-day. Bro, what's eternal about you is that you can turn any old mundane task/thing into something fun and magical and full of meaning and symbolism. You live life deep, and even though there aren't a whole lotta people who can join you there, you wouldn't have it any other way. It's your raw authenticity, babe. Circling back to "The Last Great American Dynasty" song, maybe you're like Rebekah that T Swift sings about, "the most shameless woman this town has ever seen." People tend to call raw, authentic women shameless, but you couldn't care less. You will forever do what you like 'cause you're a free-spirited divine mystic in the body of a teeny lil human. Love it.

That's all I have for you, pile 2. Thank you for spending time with me! I love you so much <3

~~~~~~~~~~~

Pile 3:

Moon, tell me if I could Send up my heart to you? So, when I die, which I must do Could it shine down here with you?

Ah, my divine activators. What's eternal about you? Your intensity. BS detection might as well be your middle name. Sherlock Holmes who? 'Cause you're the new detective in town, baby, sniffing out illusions, falsities, fake people, LIES, victim mentality. None of that runs free with you around, I'll tell you that. It's your capacity to hold divine truth, lovingly, which is INCREDIBLY hard, btw. You can't stand half-assed people and people who seem to not have their "heads screwed on straight." Lmao, what kinda people are you surrounded by, pile 3? Ooh, I heard that you're divinely planted where you are so you can activate a lot of people into awakening to their true selves, but it looks like nobody wants to actually awaken. Lmao.

-Side note: My heart goes out to you if you've been surrounded by really difficult and chaotic energies that bring you down a lot. That SUCKS so hard, bro. Been there myself too lately, and it's not a fun merry-go-round to co-exist with. Just keep being your amazing cool-ass self, ok? Things will work out eventually. You already intuitively feel that things will get better, so trust that feeling!-

If I could describe your energy, I would use the Phoenix rising from the ashes symbolism to do so. Ohhhhh, as I told you that, I saw a vision of T Swift's music video of "Look What You Made Me Do," where she comes out of the grave and sings, "Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time." I'm a fan, pile 3. Omg. That's some badass ballsy energy, and I'm so here for it right now. You're the epitome of what psychological death and rebirth looks like. You're the textbook definition. And THAT'S what's eternal about you. No matter where you are or what you end up doing in life, you'll always be able to "rise up from the dead" and do it iconically too. Haha, I literally heard that. Lmao. This ability of yours is an extension of the greater aspect of you - your higher self. Whoa… I just heard you've had this ability for lifetimes and you will take it strongly with you to the next ones as well. Powerful. It's etched in your soul, pile 3. You know what you want and how to get it, even if not immediately; you always do eventually. It's the security you possess within yourself that's eternal, love. Nothing can really shake you at this point. Lmao. You've got a strong-ass foundation.

-Side note: I'm really seeing a healed and fully realized root chakra for you. If you haven't gotten there yet, you're well on your way! Good job! Root chakra work is the most brutal, btw, so… you really have my respect. Haha, moving on-

You have warrior energy present quietly in your personality as well. You give spiritual warrior vibes. You don't prefer to live in it 24/7; it's simply something you tap into when a situation calls for it. Otherwise, I see you being quite heart-centered, full of love, looking at the world with rose-colored glasses. Your inner child is what's eternal about you. Your divine sensitivity and your capacity to hold your emotions without judgment and live big from a place of heart. You embody the energy of water in my eyes, tbh. Life-giving but also destructive if need be, and there's absolutely nothing weak about water. Phew. You are eternal as the oceans are.

Ahhh, pile 3, that was sooo much fun! Thanks for stopping by, and I love you soooo much!

~~~~~~~~~~~

[harunayuuka2060]

Twst Unveil Event Part 3

Philomela: I hope everyone had a good night's sleep!

NRC, NBC, and RSA: YES!

Philomela: Great! Because you all are going to experience some body pain today!

The students: ...

Epel: Haha... Not everyone seems excited now.

Yuurin: She's never good in motivating anyone.

Malleus: How come she became your mentor?

Yuurin: My mother.

Malleus: Oh.

Philomela: I'll be explaining to you the mechanics now!

Philomela: Today will be the elimination round! You are free to attack anyone you please! And you have all the permission to use any type of moves even magic to your own advantage!

NBC student A: Eh? Isn't this a wrestling event?

NBC student B: If magic is involved, then we'll have better chances of winning.

RSA student A: Won't it be fair to not use any magic at all?

RSA student B: Yes. It feels wrong.

Philomela: Ha! Why? Do you think you can win just because you use magic?

The students: ...

Rook: Madame is right! There are many factors we need to consider!

Ruggie: Hm. Yuurin, you never used magic in any of your wrestling competitions, did you?

Yuurin: No.

Jack: I see. Does that mean...

Yuurin: Philomela is not impressed to any of them. That's why she's willing to give them a leverage to make this match worthwhile.

Floyd: Ne~ Mrs. Whale~ What other things we should remember for this elimination round?

Philomela: Nothing much, except that you have 30 minutes to fight anyone.

Floyd: Yay~!

Jade: Oh dear... *chuckles*

Epel: Can't I really join?

Rook: You'll get yourself hurt, Monsieur Crabapple.

Epel: *pouts*

Sebek: I promise to win this round, Waka-sama!

Silver: This is only an elimination round, Sebek.

Malleus: Do your best, Sebek, Silver.

Sebek/Silver: Yes, Waka-sama!/Malleus.

Ruggie: I guess this is the part where we start recording—

Philomela: Spectators! There is a designated room for us!

Malleus, Ruggie, Jack, Jade, and Epel: Huh?

Philomela: *leads them to a room that offers a panoptic view of the locations in the Kingdom of Heroes*

Epel: Whoa... *in amazement*

Philomela: Sick, isn't it?

Jade: Indeed. I've never been to such place before.

Jack: Ah! I can see everyone clearly!

Philomela: *laughs* Yes! This room will cater to your needs! Foods, drinks, and a good entertainment!

Rollo: *looks displeased*

Neige: This is great! Principal Ambrose will surely love this place!

Epel: Neige Le Blanche?!

Neige: Hello~!

Malleus and Ruggie: Flamme/Rollo.

Rollo: ...

Rollo: It's a pleasure to meet you again, mages.

Malleus and Ruggie: *smirks*

Jack and Jade: ???

Philomela: Everyone! Take your seats!

Epel: Um... But there are no seats— *a seat in front of him appears*

Epel: ...

Philomela: This room will cater to your needs. *smiles proudly*

Epel: Neat!

The students: *listening to Philomela's voice*

Philomela: BOYS! ARE YOU READY?

Floyd: Can we do a war cry~?

Philomela: *laughs* YES!

The students except Yuurin and Silver: RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Yuurin and Silver: ...

Silver: Good luck to you, Yuurin.

Yuurin: *nods* You too, Silver.

Epel: Wow... Just wow...

Jade: That's Floyd for you.

*Floyd unleashed a flurry of clothesline strikes, taking out multiple students simultaneously with each powerful swing.*

Ruggie: Poor NBC and RSA students.

Malleus: Sebek and Silver are doing well.

*Sebek asserts his dominance by executing his running bulldog move; swiftly seizing his opponents by the head and driving them face-first into the ground with decisive force.*

*Silver expertly wraps his arm around the neck of each approaching opponent, applying precise pressure to cut off their air supply and induce unconsciousness.*

Epel: Wow... Everyone is amazing— Wait. Where's Rook?

*Rook's grin widens as he expertly locks his poor opponent into the sharpshooter.*

Epel and Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: That savage.

Jack: Ruggie-senpai! Look! Some of the students are attacking Yuurin!

Philomela: *smiles*

*Yuurin remains composed as everyone closes in on her. Then, she swiftly grabs one attacker, lifts them, and slams them to the ground with a powerful spinebuster move. With each opponent, she repeats this action, using their momentum against them to quickly take them down, one by one.*

Epel, Jack, and Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: Oh shit, wait— I need to document this.

Floyd: Whoo-hoo~! This feels great~!

The students he defeated: *groaning in pain*

Sebek: Ha! I've defeated 25 students!

Rook: Oh! That's impressive, Monsieur Crocodile!

Silver: Should we be counting?

Sebek: How about you, Yuurin?! Bet you didn't—

Yuurin: *students piled up like a mountain beside her*

Yuurin: It seems we're the only remaining ones.

Floyd, Sebek, Silver, and Rook: ...

Sebek: WHAT THE HELL?!

[phoenix-bleh]

After being trapped in a tree for so long Shadow Milk needs to learn how to assert dominance again and tested his new skills on Pure Vanilla with one of his comrades by his side.

I don't wanna guess or assume what Eternal Sugar looks like so I just drew her what she canonically looks like at the moment.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Can I request an hold me back scenario with gojo, where someone is like being cruel to reader and gojo has to protect his soft girlfriend? Pretty please

Gojo sighed, long and loud, as he leaned back on the bench with his legs stretched out in front of him. “This is boooorring…..”

Gojo hated these co-academy events. ‘Goodwill Event’ his eye. There was no goodwill between any of them. Kyoto sucked, and was just a bunch of puffed shirts, and he couldn’t understand why they came all this way just to get their asses kicked.

Still, it was a nice break outside of classes.

“They’re gonna start soon.” Geto told him. Handing his best friend a melon soda, as sugar usually helped calm him down. “Would it kill you to be patient?”

“It might.” Gojo quipped back before sipping his soda. “You’re not a doctor.”

“No. I’m not. Speaking of, where’s Ieiri and [Y/N]?”

“They went to the bathroom I think?” Gojo replied. “Or something girl related like that.”

The Tokyo team this year was just the 4 of them. Which honestly meant it was just going to be the 2 of them. Gojo loved Ieiri and [Y/N] but their combat skills were no where near what his and Geto’s were. They were better at ‘behind the scenes’ stuff. Healing, cloaking, super sneaky stuff that was really of use to him because he always just smashed in since he was the strongest.

Still, he wasn’t worried about them against the curses they caught for the game. Nor anyone on the Kyoto team for that matter.

“Oh. There they are.” Geto commented dully as he saw girls faces come up over the hill. They had iced drinks. So they must have left and come back before the start of the ceremonies.

Just as they crested the stairs, however, a male blocked their path and started talking to them. Gojo didn’t recognize him. But based on his dumb, old-timey outfit he was wearing he figured he had to be from the Kyoto team.

The conversation goes on for a little while longer, before the man pushes into [Y/N]’s shoulders with two fingers. “Oy!” Gojo snapped. Jumping to his feet. Who the hell did they think they were touching [Y/N] like that?? They did it again and Gojo took a step forward before Geto caught him. “Let me go! You think I’m gonna let some goon touch [Y/N] like that!”

“If you kill him now, we’ll get disqualified.” Geto told him. Face pressed against his ear as he held him in a near choke hold.

“Like I care about that!”

The boys struggle for a moment longer. Gojo trying to break free and Geto desperately trying to hold him back from doing something stupid (like always), until they both stopped as the man suddenly fell to his knees with a groan of pain and the girls walked over to them. “What are you guys doing?”

“Trying to save Satoru from getting expelled.”

“What did that guy say to you?!” The boys reply over top of one another.

“I don’t know. Show of dominance I guess? I wasn’t really paying attention until he poked me. Which was just rude. I told him not to do it again and he did, then asked ‘what are you gonna do about it, so I kicked him in the balls.” [Y/N] took a sip of her drink before she added. “You really shouldn’t ‘assert dominance’ with your legs open like that.”

The boys flinch in sympathetic pain, then look over to the guy still on the ground, before they both laugh. “Well, I guess the Kyoto team is gonna be a man down, eh?”

“Let’s get going before we miss the opening ceremonies. Or he rallies and starts to pick a fight.”

“Trust me. No one is gonna ‘rally’ after a full kick from [Y/N].” Gojo replied. Before he linked hands with her and the 4 of them ran away.

Maybe it wasn’t going to be such a boring day after all.

[number1villainstan]

I just saw Dune Part 2 (2024) with some friends so here are some Thoughts i guess

I feel like on the whole these movies are trying to either downplay or cut out a lot of the misogyny/sexism in the book, although Herbert's view of gender roles is so pervasive in the book that it's hard to change without completely changing the worldbuilding (the Bene Gesserit especially) and/or certain characters and getting second-order effects that weaken or change the main plot. But they did a good job at least making it much less in-your-face and offensive than in the book. One of Chani's lines is about how "men and women are equal" in the Fremen, and while I don't really think that's supported by how the movie depicts Fremen I can see and respect where they're coming from

It's still a very male-dominated movie, but it's honestly pretty faithful to the book, and like--what are you gonna do? It's Dune. You can't exactly just genderbend Paul and get the same story, at least not when the Bene Gesserit are still what they are

wait now i'm thinking about an AU where the Kwisatz Haderach turns out to be a trans man. ideally you'd get both the canon critiques of white savior mythos/the Messiah trope and a deconstruction of the sexism and strict gender roles of the society of the Dune universe. also ideally you'd get a whole bunch of other queer characters in the same AU. you could also do an AU where the Kwisatz Haderach/a potential Kwisatz Haderach turns out to be a trans woman, or even nonbinary, but i feel like those would make for very different stories cuz AGAB/ASAB seems to matter like A Lot in the Dune universe

the movies did manage to completely get rid of the homophobic parts of the Harkonnens' characterization though. i did like that

although it was still using disability/deformity as shorthand for Ugly Evil Guy which :/

but enough about the Problematic Elements(TM) let's talk about the actual story

Chani was a lot more politically and generally assertive in the movie than I remember her being in the book, although it's been A While and she was also very much a Main Character who had thoughts and opinions and importance outside of the male characters she was affiliated with (as much as anyone can escape the political black hole that is Muad'dib but) AND! she actively advocated for Fremen self-governance in the beginning! although she didn't keep it up cuz she got sucked into the Paul black hole. this may have happened in the book it has been like two years since i read the first book and it was very disjointed reading cuz College(TM). I also liked the ending part, where it was implied that Chani was leaving, on her own, because she was angry with Paul, which implies More Character Development. (Also they didn't seem to do the Fremen polygamy/concubines thing in the movie, which was a good call, i feel like that part of the book was maybe informed by anti-Arab racism)

Jessica was incredible, of course. Love me a good ruthless woman. Her main character trait/motivation was definitely Paul's Mother but her main personality trait seems to be incredible ruthlessness. there is no madonna/whore complex to be found here no sir

(i may be wrong about that part but eh)

And of course the Harkonnen Blood reveal. the story definitely sets up Atreides as The Good Guys (fair, just, merciful, looking out for and caring about the people under their rule) and the Harkonnens as The Bad Guys (cruel, unjust, power-hungry and traitorous), which makes the reveal that Jessica and Paul have Harkonnen blood an incredible symbol of Paul's corruption arc. He goes from "I must do anything possible to avoid the holy war" (the Atreides way) to "CONQUER ARRAKIS AND ELIMINATE ANYONE WHO STANDS IN MY WAY" (the Harkonnen way) over the course of...technically years, in the book, although that wasn't super well communicated in the movie I feel--in the movie it was only months, cuz Alia hadn't been born yet by the end. And right before we see the worst of it we end up learning that Jessica, his mother, was a daughter of Baron Harkonnen. Jesus fuck.

there's definitely some Not Great elements about using ancestors/blood to determine morality but still

princess irulan was introduced! as an independent character and actor in her own right oh my god! although she still falls prey to the sexism infusing the original material

the dune books (at least the first two) are in this weird state where there are very strict and specific roles/walks of life that female characters are allowed in (domestic/family life and religion) and men dominate Everything Else and nobody every questions that, not to mention the whole thing about how apparently even the very female religion/psychic field is supposed to be dominated eventually by This One Man who can do it better than all the women, and yet all of the female characters are well-developed and feel like people. ykno aside from the complete lack of protest in being shoved into a sexist role

anyways irulan got more development than i remember from the books, i loved that, and that we got her POV too. these movies are really working to uplift and spotlight the female perspectives that were often somewhat sidelined in the books and i love that

also stilgar's (blind?) faith REALLY came through which i liked

overall, yeah, the movie was great. it's very faithful to the spirit of Dune while addressing some of its flaws/datedness--it understands what its message is and what it's saying, and the way it's constructed really hammers home the critiques of imperialism and racism the original was built on

I think this is gonna end up a trilogy, based on only the first book, and it very much seems like the third (and final?) movie is going to specifically focus on the war against the Great Houses after the Emperor falls, which iirc was kinda glossed over in the book/between Dune and Dune: Messiah. I can't wait to see what they do with it

[fafnir19]

Genie's lamp - Part VI

The downfall

After a long day of lectures, Lex returned to his home, eager to share the tales of his day with his friend and mentor, Jafar. But as he searched the rooms of their cozy abode, Jafar was nowhere to be found.

Lex's brow furrowed in confusion as he made his way to the magic shop they ran together, hoping to find Jafar there. Lex walked through the dusty shelves of the magic shop, calling out for Jafar. As he rounded a corner, he came face to face with an elegant woman in her late 50s, her sharp gaze piercing through him. "Are you Lex?" she inquired, her voice smooth as. Lex straightened his back, his blue eyes meeting hers. "Yes, I am. How can I be of service?" A smirk played on her lips as she stepped closer, bringing Jafar's lamp into view.

Lex's heart skipped a beat as realization dawned upon him. "Ah, you are the traitor who betrayed my brother Declan. Off in the lamp with you, young genie!" She declared, her voice filled with triumph. A deafening scream erupted from Lex as he felt his body disintegrating into smoke, wisps of his essence spiraling towards the lamp. The world around him blurred into darkness. As the smoke dissipated, Lex found himself trapped within the confines of the lamp. Declan’s sister’s laughter echoed through the lamp, a haunting melody of triumph and satisfaction. Her voice was a chilling symphony as she gloated, "Welcome to your new reality, young genie. I’m Desiree though you will call me Mistress! Your days of freedom are over."

Inside the confines of the lamp, Jafar’s grumpy countenance greeted Lex.

"I guess my freedom lasted not too long. Trapped by this manly woman, that’s really a shame!" Jafar scoffed, his tone laced with bitterness. Sensing his companion's frustration, Lex offered reassurance, "Don’t worry. I bet we will be free again soon." In an attempt to align with Jafar's culture, Lex added, "In schāʾa ʾllāh!"

Unexpectedly, Jafar's reaction was far from the anticipated gratitude. With a sudden surge of fury, Jafar seized Lex by the throat, his grip firm and unyielding. Pushing him roughly against the plush cushions, Jafar's voice dripped with menace as he growled, "Don't call the name of this lowly demon in my Lamp! I’m a Zoroaster, not a Muslim!" Pressing Lex against the wall of the lamp, Jafar towered over him, his dominance palpable. "I was too lenient with you, and I guess I'll have to show you your place again," he declared, his eyes glinting with a dangerous gleam. Lex felt the weight of Jafar pressing down on him, igniting a fire within him that burned with both fear and primal need. "Jafar, please," he gasped, a mixture of fear and desire in his voice. "I'll do anything you ask, just... please." Jafar, relishing in his physical advantage, asserted his control over Lex, reveling in the power he held over the young sorcerer. "You belong to me, Lex," Jafar's voice was a dark promise, laced with a dangerous edge. "You will obey me without question." Lex's breath hitched as Jafar's hands roamed possessively over his body. "Spread your legs for me, Lex," Jafar's voice was a husky command that sent shivers down Lex's spine, his body responding instinctively to the genie's words.

Without hesitation, Lex obeyed, parting his legs to give way for Jafar's throbbing member. "Yes, Master," he whispered, his voice laced with a heady blend of submission and desire as he surrendered to Jafar's will.

Jafar's physical dominance over Lex was palpable, a stark reminder of the power dynamics at play between them. Lex found himself clinging to Jafar's arm, seeking solace in the strength that the genie exuded, both in body and magic. It was in these moments of vulnerability that Lex felt an odd sense of comfort, knowing that Jafar's control over him was absolute. Bound by Jafar's magic, Lex was unable to reach the pinnacle of release without his master's approval, a frustrating constraint that heightened his desire to a fever pitch. Jafar indulged in the raw power he held over Lex, teasing and edging him mercilessly, driving him to the brink of desperation. The pressure to climax built relentlessly, each moment of denial a torturous pleasure that left Lex both yearning and restrained. "You will beg for it, Lex," Jafar's voice was a cruel whisper, sending shivers down Lex's spine. "You will learn your place beneath me." Jafar's eyes gleamed with dark amusement, a predatory glint that spoke of the twisted pleasure he took in dominating Lex. As the tension between them mounted, Jafar finally relented, giving his approval with a single nod that sent a surge of magic coursing through Lex's body. With a cry of ecstasy, Lex found release, his body convulsing with the force of his climax as pleasure washed over him in a tidal wave. "Thank you, Master," Lex gasped, his chest heaving as he lay spent and sated against the cushions. Jafar, his features softened with a glimmer of satisfaction, pulled Lex close for a moment of intimacy, a silent gesture of possessiveness that bound them together in a tangled web of desire and magic.

Jafar spooned Lex with his leg over Lex's hip and his cock still in the warmth of Lex's hole. In the confines of Jafar's embrace,  Jafar's breath lingered against the curve of Lex's ear as he whispered tales of a bygone era. "I was originally a prince in the Achaemenid Empire, in todays Iran, before I was transformed into a genie and trapped in this lamp," Jafar's voice held a hint of bitterness, a relic of centuries spent in confinement.

"I needed to witness when the Muslims conquered my Realm and I couldn’t do anything against it, as I was trapped in the lamp." Lex felt a surge of empathy for the genie, his heart aching for the loss and helplessness Jafar had endured. "I can't imagine how difficult that must have been for you," Lex murmured, his voice soft with understanding. With an arrogant smirk, Jafar added, "Not that I particularly valued my subjects, but the fact that Islam made them dumber day by day and that my once prosperous empire became poorer and poorer, really sucks me!" Lex's brow furrowed in contemplation, conflicted by Jafar's words. "I... I had no idea," he admitted in shame that he has mistaken Jafar for a Muslim. "I'm a Zoroaster," Jafar declared, his words cutting through the hushed intimacy like a blade. "And I despise Islam with every fiber of my being. As the smart boy you are, you should share in my disdain for the destructive superstition of the Arabs that razed my empire!"

Suddenly Lex and Jafar were conjured out of the cramped confines of the lamp by Desiree's powerful command, they materialized in the opulent living room of a grand Wilhelminian villa. The notorious Desiree greeted them with a smirk that spoke volumes of her cunning demeanor.

"I always knew that Declan was too weak to handle a genie. But now it’s my turn, and you two will serve me obediently and faithfully!" Desiree's sharp eyes swept over them, sizing them up for her own purposes. "Jafar will be my butler and shall wear a tux. And as for you, Lex..." Her gaze lingered on him for a moment. "You remind me of the Greek statues in my garden. A thong will suffice for you. Jafar, that is my wish." Jafar nodded in acquiescence, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Consider it done, mistress." With a flick of his hand, Jafar was adorned in a sleek tuxedo befitting a butler, his dark charm accentuated by the formal attire.

In contrast, Lex felt a shiver run down his spine as he realized what was to come. With a wave of Jafar's hand, Lex found himself clad in nothing but a revealing thong that left little to the imagination, his toned physique on display for all to see. Desiree's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she observed them. Jafar has become just a tuxedo-clad butler and Lex ... nothing more than a provocative thong-clad figure at Desiree's whims and desires.

"Now, let the servitude begin," she purred, her voice laced with undeniable authority. Lex could feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on him, a reminder of his new role in her twisted game. Jafar, ever the compliant servant, stood by Desiree's side, his demeanor composed yet tinged with a dangerous edge. Lex couldn't help but feel a mix of apprehension and a strange thrill at the unfolding events. He knew that in this new dynamic, he would need to tread carefully to navigate the treacherous waters ahead. As the realization of their fate sank in, Lex glanced at Jafar, seeking some semblance of reassurance or guidance in his captivating gaze. Jafar's eyes met his with a mix of amusement and something darker, a silent promise of the trials to come.

One fateful day, Desiree hosted her bridge group, a gathering of elderly women, in the sprawling garden adorned with statues of muscular Greek athletes.

Lex, clad in nothing but the revealing thong, attended to their every desire, serving tea, biscuits, and gin with a forced smile. The elderly women, emboldened by the spirits and the summer breeze, grew bolder in their advances towards Lex. Their wrinkled hands roamed his supple skin, the gin giving them courage to touch him where they pleased, causing uncomfortable shivers down his spine.

As the raucous bridge group of elderly women bid their farewells, Desiree's eyes drifted to Lex with a sinister glint. "I like young toy boys. They make me feel alive!" she purred, leading Lex to her bedchamber.

Lex, with a mix of trepidation and excitement, obliged her whims, beginning their encounter with slow, seductive movements. "I'm here to please, Mistress Desiree," Lex's voice dripped with false sweetness.

He began to pleasure her, each movement precise and deliberate, igniting a fire within her that burned with a dangerous intensity. The room echoed with Desiree's moans as Lex quickened his pace, a sly grin tugging at his lips. Desiree's protests fell on deaf ears as he thrusted deeper and faster, driving her to cry out, "Not so wild, young stallion!" Ignoring her pleas, Lex pressed on with an escalating fervor, a devilish grin dancing on his face. Desiree's features began to shift, her once fair skin darkening, her elegant nose widening with each thrust. The realization dawned on her like a cruel sunrise - she was transforming into a black woman. "Stop it, you bastard!" she cried out, her words laced with fear and anger. Yet Lex's grin only widened, a predator reveling in his prey's torment. Panic set in as she pleaded with Lex to stop, but his devilish grin only widened. "Embrace the change, Desiree. You'll thank me later," Lex's words were laced with malice. Desiree's attempts to push Lex away revealed a horrifying truth – his cock sported barbs akin to a tomcat's, tearing at her flesh as she struggled. In a desperate bid to rid herself of Lex's relentless onslaught, she pushed him away with all her might, the pain unbearable. When Lex pulled out, her womb, which was hanging on the barbs of Lex's cock, was also ripped out. Eventually her womb protruded from her body, morphing into a masculine appendage, her breasts vanished, leaving her a muscular black man. "What have you done to me?" Desiree's voice trembled with fear and confusion. Outraged and bewildered, Desiree demanded answers from Lex, "How could you transform me into a black man? And why?" Lex, reveling in his dominance, replied with a chilling grin, "I wouldn't consider you human anymore!" Just then, realization struck Desiree – horns adorned her head, marking her transformation into a minotaur. In agony, she screamed, but Lex's words sealed her fate, "You will be a perfect addition to my garden." With a snap of his finger, Desiree's form solidified into a black marble statue, a silent testament to Lex's cruelty and power. The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by Lex's satisfied chuckle as he surveyed his handiwork, a twisted smile playing on his lips.

As Lex placed the marble minotaur in the center of the fountain niche, a glint of mischief danced in Jafar's eyes. Approaching with a sly grin, he remarked, "That was really funny, that she thought you are a genie as well and need to obey her." Lex chuckled softly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yes, it was quite the performance, wasn't it? Though I must admit, holding back my laughter was a challenge," he admitted, his tone light and carefree. Observing Lex's attire, Jafar arched an eyebrow in curiosity. "I must ask, why are you still wearing that peculiar thong?" he inquired, his gaze lingering on Lex's revealing garment. A playful smirk tugged at Lex's lips as he swiftly tore the thong off, standing unabashedly naked amidst the greenery of the garden. "Ah, much better. I deserve to relish my freedom in this newfound paradise," Lex declared, his confidence shining through his every move.

With Jafar's nod of agreement, they made their way back to the villa, their footsteps echoing through the grand halls. Trevor, their loyal stallion, now housed in a lavish stable within the mansion's grounds, greeted them with a contented whinny. As they passed by the fountain once more, Desiree's marble form stood frozen in perpetual agony, the water cascading over her head in an unending cycle. She could still sense the world around her and the flowing water seemed to whisper mad whispers, driving her further into the depths of insanity. Her eyes, frozen in perpetual agony, bore witness to the newfound freedom of Lex and Jafar, a stark reminder of her own folly and downfall. Lex gazed at her with a mixture of fascination and satisfaction, knowing that she would forever remain a testament to his dark sorcery.

Desiree's silent screams echoed in the garden, a haunting reminder of the price of crossing paths with the likes of Lex and Jafar.

[yonaioana]

Okay first of all! I loved that request where is God reader from ennead! So!

What IS relationship with Egypt Gods with reader? The God of festivals and happiness but real role is the God of freedom? So as I read that request it says that he DID have good relationship with them(I think) because he was in Egypt but not anymore? And they never talk anymore as he moved from Egypt where all god mostly where, why did he move away from them? Did he knew what will happend?

So my request is about male reader God of festivals and happyness/ God of freedom.

How would they react to seeing reader once more? But there is plot twist! The reader is not kinda happy about seeing them.( I love angst, dont mind me)

That all!

Heeey im back, im sorry I was gone all this time I moved, finished highschool and now im struggling to finish my first year of college but im back and im trying to get through my entire inbox and write for everything I missed, I will also update the masterlist with a few new fandoms. This is a short one i still had in my drafts. Kisses!!!

I guess that as the god of freedom and happiness ennead is not the best place to live. Since all the gods have to obey Ra and her kinda liking the suffering of everyone else cause she sees it as entertainment would not sit well with a god who's entire concept is boring to her.

I dont think that you would have beef with any of them other than Ra and maybe Osiris if you try to call out his bluff of being the victim and all that. You could have some trouble with Seth if you tried to opose him in his early years when he ruled Egipt but i dont think he is the kind to try and hurt other gods. Cause he tried to hurt Isis and Horus only because of some prophecy not because he really hated them. So my guess is that you either tried to vouch for someone who was in trouble or did something to upset Ra but she just pushed you aside and continued as if you were not there. Or you found out about some of the things Osiris did to Seth and you tried to tell everyone but because nobody really liked Seth they only listened to what Osiris said and called you a liar, ultimately pushing you aside. So you got sick and tired of them and left.

Anyway back to the present Horus and Anubis actually like you cause they're not as old as the other gods so either they were not born when you left or they were too young to remember. If we take the first route Ra will not be verry pleased to see you but if we take the second one Isis and Osiris are the ones in a sour mood.

Lets say that after you left you found yourself a village on the other side of Egipt where it was like a port so there was a big mix of cultures and instead of asserting dominance as a god you just lived among them helping out and being nice to everyone. Of course horus while searching for Seth could happen to accidentally find your little comunity and asks Isis about it wich leads to the others finding you and dragging you back to explain yourself and interogate you on the "where is seth" matter. While at first you were happy thinking they came to visit it was auickly shut down when chains apeared around your neck, wrists and ankles and you were being dragged away from your home and people back to ennead. If you knew about what happened to seth osiris will try to keep you quiet one way or another, gods forbid you helped him escape or helped him while he was on the run with resources and hiding from the others, in the I feel like horus will try to take you with him against his mom's dissaproval to help him heal seth emotionally with your powers

[moonrisecoeur]

I feel like Leon would def start out as a bratty sub, but the moment you threaten not to touch him, he melts. I just know he would like getting his pretty hair tugged on!! Esp when riding him and you tug it to make him look up at you!! Ugh omg </3

Also whimpers loud! Have you heard him in re2??

first off HI IM IN LOVE WITH U I THINK UR REALLY COOL ahem anyway.. don’t know what came over me that was crazy

HAVE U HEARD HIM IN DBD??? he’s so loud it’s so so yummy also my spotify is fucked up bc some mf put his moans on there and i listen to them when i-

she/her pronouns, afab reader

i don’t even know if he’s bratty or if he’s just a mf guy who’s conditioned to believe he should be dominant. he’s used to thinking he has to be strong, has to take care of others. and so when you first kiss him, and he tries his best to assert some kind of dominance over the situation, it’s almost cute. he’s trying so damn hard.

he figures out that you like to be in control soon after. he has a hard time accepting it. he’s the man, he’s supposed to be dominant, he’s supposed to be in control.

…and then you run your fingers through his hair, press kisses to his neck in all the sensitive spots he didn’t even know were sensitive, call him a good boy, and suddenly he’s realizing that he might like a dominant woman. he doesn’t even care that part of him feels strangely emasculated. he likes that you take what you want, don’t leave him guessing or assuming. he knows exactly what to do to please you and that makes his life easy.

though he does have an attitude, that can definitely be quelled with a simple “i don’t have to be making you feel good, baby. if you wanna talk to me like that… have fun making yourself cum,” and then he pouts but gives in, acting nice purely out of his own self interest.

now that’s all for re2 leon. it all mostly applies to the later versions of him, but he obviously becomes more aware of his own preferences in his partners as he gets older.

leon loves having his hair pulled, especially when it’s to pull his face in any direction so he has to look at you. he likes it when you gently run your fingers through his hair, soft but firm in your grip before you decide to get rough. he likes it when you pull hard, especially hard enough where tears start to well up in his eyes.

but when you're riding him and pulling his hair?? he thinks you're trying to kill him. there's no reason it should be that hot, but he literally has to use all of his self-restraint to keep himself from cumming on the spot!! ur pussy just feels too good and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands or his body, he just sits there helplessly as you fuck the soul out of him <3

he’s also just overall loud in bed. unless he’s legitimately upset, in which he gets kinda quiet and moody, he’s always moaning and groaning and breathing heavy. he used to try to hide it until he realized that you like it when he makes noise. he doesn’t over exaggerate or anything, but definitely doesn’t hide anymore.

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Queen slay, very ate of you (pls update on new match pls)

this is my favorite message i've ever gotten 😭 alright, here's an update for you:

new match, pt. ii

1.2K words

CW: A/B/O dynamics, mina's in this i swear

[A!Mina x O!Reader]

[For mere hours: A!Soyeon x O!Reader | A!Jihyo x O!Reader]

You’d hooked up with other Alphas before, but not idol Alphas. Most of the time, Alphas mistook you for a fellow Alpha. You were naturally assertive and outgoing, stubborn, and had strong preferences and opinions on just about everything. When it came to Alphas, you sometimes loathed the way they interacted with you. Yes, confidence was sexy to you, but not pure feral dominance. You refused to be bossed around, even politely,  in bed, which sometimes turned Alphas off, especially if they were rutting. 

You went over to Soyeon’s a few days later, but your incompatibility in bed was clear as soon as the two of you were in her bedroom. Neither one of you finished, and she seemed almost relieved when you made your exit at 1:30 in the morning. 

She didn’t message you again after that. You felt a little discouraged, until you matched with TWICE’s Jihyo a week later. 

You met her for drinks and then she invited you back to her place. As the leader of her group and with plans for her solo album debut underway, Jihyo was at her most confident. 

The more you got to know her, the faster you realized that you and Jihyo would make far better friends than lovers. She was just as ambitious as you, just as opinionated, just as competitive and stubborn as you. 

You didn’t have sex, let alone kiss, but you left having made a genuine friend. She looked pensive as you left, reaching for her phone before her door even finished closing behind you.

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When Somi asked you how you liked the app when you walked into the studio for a practice next week, you sighed. 

You made her wait until you took a coffee break before speaking openly. “I’m not very…compatible with these Alphas,” you said, choosing your words carefully in the cafe you two were in line at. 

“Oh come on, you basically became Jihyo’s new best friend!” Somi said, paying for you both. “And Soyeon? More like ‘so what.’ Besides, two dates is hardly a splash in the dating pool,” she said. “You never know,” she added mysteriously, pressing an iced coffee into your hand. 

“I guess,” you said, only half-convinced. 

But later that night, you thought about what she said and went back on the app.

Just a few profiles in, you saw an unexpected but familiar face: TWICE’s Mina.

You always forgot Mina was an Alpha. 

Mina was one of the most reserved idols you’d ever known. Well, maybe not known— more like, seen from afar. On the outside she sometimes came off as aloof, but she was an extremely hard worker from what you had seen, and undeniably pretty on top of all of her talent. 

Curious, you swiped right. It was a match. 

It took a few days, but Mina finally messaged you. You set up a time and place to meet, and when the night came, you found yourself uncharacteristically nervous. 

You knew how to flirt with cocky Alphas. It was like a game. Stroke their ego and they’d eventually stroke you, so to speak. But Mina wasn’t like that. 

Mina didn’t fit into any of the stereotypical Alpha boxes you’d come to expect. She was never overbearing or aggressive, more demure than cocky. She didn’t feel the need to try for attention, she knew she held everyone’s interest simply for being herself. She was regarded as one of the calmest, coolest, most collected Alphas by other Alphas in the industry. 

The bar she chose to meet you at was an upscale Japanese bar. Just from taking in the decor while walking in, you knew you were going to burn through your dancer’s salary at a sickeningly swift pace. 

As you made your way over to the small table she was at, far off in the back, you felt her eyes on you the entire time. Her gaze followed you as you sat down beside her. 

When you greeted her, the Alpha’s voice was soft. The energy between the two of you at first was nervous but friendly. You thought about releasing a little of your scent to calm the environment, but decided against it, not knowing how Mina would respond. The Japanese Alpha was nearly done with her first drink, you noticed. You glanced down at her glass and she gave you an apologetic look. 

“I got here early,” she said, and you started nodding, thinking about what her schedule must be like, but then she finished: “It was either come early or lose the will to come at all. I hate…dating.”

It was a startling introduction. Unable to look at you, Mina scanned the room to see if any wait staff were nearby. 

There appeared to be none for a moment, and then suddenly there was your waiter on the other side of the room. You flagged him down and immediately ordered a drink, double. Without thinking, you added, “...and I think she’d like another,” gesturing to Mina’s now empty glass.  

Mina blushed, looking at you with appreciative surprise. “Thank you,” she said when he left. 

“Why did you come then?” you asked, wondering if you were about to have your drink alone or if Mina would stay. “If you hate…dating.”

“I–” she hesitated, clearing her throat. “Well, for one: because I know you went out with Jihyo.” 

It was your turn to blush. Before you could say anything, she spoke again. 

“She didn’t say anything bad. She actually told me that I might…like you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. 

Amused, you settled into your seat, a smile spreading slowly across your lips. 

“Oh? What else did she say?” 

More pink rose to Mina’s cheeks. “Just that I’d probably think you were funny. And that maybe–” she cut herself off, waving a hand in the air. “Nothing, that’s all.” 

You were curious, but didn’t want to pry, so you moved on to talking about other things after your drinks came. The two of you got along pretty well. It was easy to make Mina laugh, you discovered. The way she covered her mouth when she really cracked a smile was cute. 

After a while you noticed Mina’s glass was getting low again, and while poring over the drink menu, you asked her questions about the kind of drinks and alcohol she liked.

A playful smile found its way to your lips. 

“Can I order for you?” you asked. “I think there’s one on here you’d like”

The Alpha’s eyebrows rose in amused surprise. She nodded. 

When you put in your last order for drinks, you pointed to the drink names without saying them as you ordered. You asked for an ingredient change for one of them, the one for Mina, careful to avoid saying the actual ingredient being swapped out in case Mina peeked at the one remaining drink menu left on your table. 

“I want it to be a surprise,” you explained. 

In the end, the sake grapefruit cocktail you ordered for her was a success. 

“Oh!” she said after her first sip. “I wasn’t expecting that. It’s good.” 

For the rest of the night, you swore her scent was a little stronger. 

[tategaminu]

Alright, how about some fluffy rearbum headcanons then?🥸

IDK why would you ask about rearbum since they are like the worst ship of TDP maybe the world's worst ship even. Ratharris and Virusvos are way better but since you asked politely here's some I guess:

-Callum buys Rayla jewelry because we know she's not into giving herself gifts. He notices how much she likes earrings and stuff and just buys her the ones she likes because he's her hot rich prince. She never tells him which ones are her favourites but he notices ofc.

-After two years sleeping all alone and scared she feels extremely comfortable sleeping in his arms safe listening to his heartbeat and feelings his strong arms around her. If for some reason they can't share bed one night they both are weirded out and don't sleep well.

-When sleeping he's usually the big spoon but in some ocasions when he has nightmares she will become the big spoon and sings lullabies to help him sleep🥺

-Rayla is extremly CLINGY. She's touch starved and just loves touching him. She asks at first if she's being annoying but he reasures her she's not, he's just as clingy and loves her clinginess

-When Rayla has their first baby Callum makes sure she has some months to rest. She believes she has to go back into action ASAP but he's like "we are literally rich you don't have to work if you don't need to". It helps a lot to prevent some of the baby blues 😌 and ofc he's always there to take care of her in her most delicate moment.

-Since Callum gets really sad potato mood when the anniversary of his mom's death is around the corner‚ Rayla makes sure to stay with him all day and as supportive as possible. They end up doing some fun activity to distract him.

-He puts his head on her lap and just and she strokes his hair. Very calm and comfy.

-They get really uncomfortable when someone is flirting with one of them. Not jealously per se‚ just protective mode as in "don't make my partner uncomfortable". For example if some guy is getting way too annoying with Rayla‚ Callum goes and kiss her in front of him to assert dominance (she loves it).

-Rayla loves Callum carrying her bridal style. She finds any excuse for him to carry her and he's happy to provide. She loves her strong boyfriend.

Hope you liked rearbum hcs. I know some of them are pretty generic but sappy couples are like that *wink*

[imnotsimpingyouare]

UPPERMOONS' ROLE IN THE BEDROOM

NSFW Headcannons - Minors DNI

For Gyutaro, Daki, and Kaigaku

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Gyutaro

KINKY

All I have to say

He's put in a sub space easily because bro has no clue what he's doing

He's never been touched this way, nor has he ever thought of touching someone this way

(Until you came along)

Huuuuge praise kink

Like he just wants to be your pretty boy 😢

He will do anything to please you just to hear you call him that

Begging, whining, the whole shebang

He feels like no one would ever touch an ugly demon like him this way, why you? He's very insecure

I feel like he may go feral and just use you one day when he comes home

Probably after a really bad day, or Muzan scolding him for letting Daki hold him back

Like he just comes home and completely defiles you

He wants to witness your little fall from grace, wants to bring you down to his level and punish you for 'messing with him'

Literally just you loving him but go off I guess 😭

He wouldn't stop until you're absolutely wrecked, his cum leaking from everywhere his dick will fit

(Or won't fit)

Even after he'd tell you he's so sorry, so sorry for destroying darling

-> softer sex with lots of praising and reassurance that you truly do love him 😢

Daki

Such a brat 😭😭

Like she can keep up with her customers, but she doesn't have to keep up the facade around you

Cute, sweet, docile little lady -> GONE

She does not want to be dominated AT ALL

In fact, she hates you trying to assert power over her

She degrades you like nobody's business 🥺

It gets her wet knowing you accept that she's better than you, and more powerful

She's only doing this 'to get herself off'

It is my opinion she has LOTS of toys to mess you up with.

Like a whole collection BDSM shit

Step on me

She will do that btw

Does not hesitate to put you in your place

You're below her, and that's final

Need to cum? You better ask permission

You BETTER ask permission

Her punishments are brutal

She likes to edge you, and having infinite stamina she can do that all night if she so desires

Better not cross her 🤫

What really gets her going is when you compliment her. She lovesssss that food for her ego, someone as cute as you begging and praising her while she's destroying you

will peg you any day of the week

In reality, her and her brother have it in common that they really just love to be loved for who they are hot demons instead of what they look like

Daki will cuddle with you after your sessions, showering eachother in love and praise 🥺

Kaigaku

Bitch boy 😤

Acts all tough, but he likes it when you fight back and take what's yours

No joke though if you piss him off, he will annihilate you

He secretly wants to get caught balls deep in you (as long as it's not Koku)

It boosts his confidence to take you, wrap his hand around your neck and wreck you until you can't handle it anymore

When he does submit to you though, he's always challenging your authority

(He likes to be punished by you, he thinks it's so hot when you're upset with him)

His moans are 😩✋️

He knows it too, this bitch will moan in your ear on purpose, saying things like "my peach, you feel so fucking good on my cock, do you like that?"

He doesn't give two fucks how loud he is

cannot wait to see this mf animated 💀

He'll tease and bully you until the very end, telling you "you better not fucking cum"

On the other hand, his bratty demeanor will dissolve when he gets close, and you like to make him taste his own medicine

He HATES it (loves it) when you tease him back

It turns him on beyond belief

Like you two can just be talking but the moment you've got something sassy to say, you better be ready to face HORNY KAIGAKU.

He loves to degrade and be degraded

His aftercare is usually very half-assed, bro just falls asleep 💀

He'll clean you up a little if you're really fucked out

He prefers you to clean eachother up and talk a little bit after, like a mutal thing

Funny thing is demons don't even sleep 💀 like he just does it because he's addicted to the feeling of sleeping after fucking

His favorite thing 😭

[shepherds-of-haven]

I saw this on another blog and thought it was a cute question 'what's a line or a scene you've written that you still think about because it makes you happy?' (Sorry if I've sent this to you already. I've been sending it to all my favourite projects and can't remember if I got you already!)

Ah, no problem, I always love questions like this!

To be honest, there are still lots of little lines or scenes that still make me happy (or I guess just make me laugh)! It's most often the random little moments of humor or quirkiness, but they just make me smile! Off the top of my head, I still think the levity in the swamp in Chapter 7 is really funny, especially if MC tries to kiss a frog (to everyone's collective horror) and the frog is looking at them like this the whole time

Also:

Riel tiredly kissing MC's hand and not even realizing he's doing it 🥺

Chase's first written note to MC if you teach him how to read

Blade awkwardly handing MC her mail after she comes back from a long mission... like right on the front steps of the compound 10 seconds after she arrives

Blade and Trouble ripping on each other for how the other one dresses

Asking Lavinet if she knows how to swear and her attempt to prove it

Shitting on Halek for various things (witch's bane, making him carry you across a puddle just to assert your dominance)

Playing the fuck, marry, kill game with Tallys

Pretending like you don't know that Lavinet has cousins if you sleep with Prihine LMAO

Giggling about who you have a crush on with Briony at your sleepover

Taking psychic damage over having the Rangers of Blest rules explained to you by Caine's friend

Knocking Ebert out

Romanced!Red bringing up ✨ the vibes ✨ if you share a room together in Wallmire, especially if you're exes lgfjgd

Ayla gleefully telling you that Red got propositioned by a prostitute in Heth Macoll

Finding Shery's diary LMAO

Naolin and Halek bickering with each other; Halek cheerfully swanning off to join the Shepherds to force his brother to do the job he was always meant to do

The fact that Chandry is writing a play about your exploits and you don't even know it yet 😂

The fact that every Captain gets a ton of love letters from lovesick recruits or civilians and it's just like... a thing. The fact that some people like Trouble just casually throw them away without reading them

There are so, so many moments that make me laugh or smile that I can't even list them all! But it was fun to try and think of as many as I could, so thanks for your question!

[gurugirl]

I can’t not wait to read librarian harry on patreon!!! I’m a sucker for shy harry ;) but it made me have an idea for a possible story??? Think nerdy/shy harry and a popular/outgoing y/n but in bed their personalities switch so like harry’s really dominant and y/n is v subby (like daddy and praise kink 🫣) i would go FERAL

Oooooooooooohhhh!!! UP MY ALLEY 👀 LOVE THIS!! Y'all have these ideas!!!!

I can just imagine how hott! Like no one would ever guess nerdrry is a fucking sex god in bed. Kind of shy and polite to everyone and Y/n loves to talk and she's kind of bossy and assertive (but in a nice way) and everyone assumes she wears the pants all the time but that's not the case behind closed doors!

He just ruins Y/n every night and tells her how bossy she is with him all day and now it's his turn to boss her around and spanks her til she's dripping and then pins her down in bed and rails her with his big cock (also another thing no one would ever guess 🤭) and pulls out before she can come because she's not allowed until HE SAYS 😈 He makes her beg for it. Makes her grab at him and whine and pout and finally, once he's happy with her begging and crying to let her come he lets her taste his cock as a tease, "Like eating your cream off Daddy's cock don't you, baby?"

And when HE can't take it anymore it's time for him to finish her off, "Let Daddy take care of you... a brat all day but see how good daddy takes care of his baby..."

OKay sorry. That's gonna have to happen. I'm putting it in the drafts for patreon!!!

Also! I hope you enjoy librarian!harry! He's the softest sweetest babe there is 🥺 Definitely nothing like the above but still :) Let me know what you think once you've read part 1 🥰

xoxo