#secondary-blogs

[wip]

With so many badges I have found I’ve bought more than I like the look of on my blog all at the same time and it seems a waste to have them sitting there — will we ever be able to assign a badge to sideblogs without having to purchase separately?

Answer: Hello, @shane-west!

So, it is true that you can only buy most badges for one blog at a time right now. Someday, however, we would like to make this a little more like how a video game works—and create an inventory of badges you can swap across blogs. That said, right now, we are not really sure when we’re going to get to that work.

Stay tuned to the usual channels here: WIP and @changes. We will keep you posted.

[sirenetica]

Get a load of these dudes!

+ some silly romance-y stuff

[staff]

A wild update appears

Oh hello! You asked for the ability to reply to posts from your secondary blogs. This post exists to tell you that we’ve made it possible for you to reply to posts from your secondary blogs. That is all. 

Just kidding. Some benefits of this:

You can now reply to a post from your hyper-specific fandom secondary.

You can now keep the conversation going without reblogging the same post over and over again.

Your primary will remain hidden so you can communicate on posts from your secondary blog as if you were replying from a primary blog. Neat!

How do you do this, you might ask. On web and mobile, when you go to reply to a post, simply click or tap on your avatar, and select your secondary blog of choice from the list that appears.

If you experience any problems with this feature, please reach out to Support. If you have questions, message us on wip, and we’ll give you answers.

[grimesgirll]

“not happening.”

“what if i told you that you’d be helping to save the world?”

“by fucking him?”

you scoff, turning your attention back to the braid you’d begun down your back. “i’m not helping you with your passion project, okafor. i have actual shit to do.”

okafor grins at you. “bullshit.”

“no, i still have weekly duties and assignments. i can’t just drop all of that trying to seduce your ticking time bomb.”

“i see the way he looks at you,” he states with a breath of your name. “if he’s gonna be open to anyone, it’s you.”

“he doesn’t need to be open to anyone.” you counter.

“i don’t think you know what he needs yet.”

“and you do?”

“he needs you.”

“no.” you reply flatly, fists clenched. “you need him to enact your little plan that i have nothing to do with.”

the lieutenant colonel gives you a haughty smile. “well then, at the very least he needs stress relief and you owe me a favor.”

you glare at him. “that was a one time thing.”

“you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

“being perpetually indebted to you with favors isn’t what i signed up for,” you complain as you plait your hair.

“you get to sit around and make your little maps and fuck around all day.” your superior reminds you.

you do your best not to scowl too much, unlike the man who your former benefactor wanted you to de-stress fuck. he constantly had a sour look on his face. he was the consignee who cut off his fucking hand trying to escape. how would you convince someone like that to just lay back and let you fuck them until they didn’t miss whatever life they had before again?

“this is kind of a far ask, okafor.” you note and tie off the end of your braid. you finally turn around from the mirror in front of you to face the dark green fatigue clad man behind you. “it’s never gone as far as touching someone like that and actually fucking them. i don’t think i’m up for that.”

okafor crosses his arms. “are you sure about that? last time i checked, you eye fuck him almost as much as he eye fucks you.”

“you’re an asshole.” you spit, venom dripping from your words. “i’m not letting you coerce me into this.” your eyes meet his brown irises. “let this be the last straw for you, lock me up, dishonorably discharge me, whatever, but i’m not just gonna hop on your lackey’s dick because you say so.”

he takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together, smirking for whatever reason. “i think you’ll want to.” he suddenly stands and you’re paranoid for a split second that he’s about to summon backup or attempt to disarm you right here and now. “because i’m not serving up any threats, just desserts. you’ve been good to me and i’ve been good to you. i want you to continue to reward you. maybe with what you’ve wanted all along.”

your eyebrow lifts. “and what would that be?”

okafor doesn’t say anything when you begin breaking the dress code with your workout gear. you make sure to plan time around your community mapping projects to run past the officers' meeting hall in the tighest pair of shorts you owned.

you never forgot to smile and wave to okafor and rick as you pass by. it takes a few days but rick returns your wave.

content adorns your face when you catch him surveying your form from afar, getting closer and closer to that sweet reward okafor had promised you.

soon enough rick is running into you everywhere. you're crossing paths in helicopter hangers, on benches outside of the barracks, during your runs around the reservoir, at the gym, in the administrative office in your most yielding sweater, in the hallway, and at his front door on okafor’s orders.

“okafor wanted me to make sure this got to you.”

“thank you,” rick grunts gruffly, accepting the folder with his latest field assignment from your grasp.

“anytime, rick,” you crow.

before he can bid you good night, you ask if he’d been briefed by okafor yet. he shakes his head.

you smile sweetly. “well, he really wanted you to sit down and talk about the park with someone who’s been there before, knows the layout.”

the cowboy type raises an eyebrow. “you’ve been to olympia national park before.”

“mhmm,” you confirm. “a long time ago but i know more about it than okafor.” you let out a breath, eyes boring into his icy blue gaze. “got a minute?”

the dark wainscoting of officer’s quarters enters your field of vision as rick leads you through the skinny hallway, pointing out a bathroom before bringing you into what you assume is the downstairs living room.

“you can help yourself to the kitchen,” he offers graciously, gesturing towards the kitchen of the open floor plan living space.

“thanks!” you chirp and weave towards the kitchen, finding two short glasses and flinging a cabinet open.

“oh, you have whiskey!”

“it was a gift from okafor.”

you can barely keep a guffaw from tumbling out of your mouth. “that’s very on brand for him,” you comment, turning the handcrafted decanter over in your hands. “well, lucky for you, okafor has fantastic taste.”

rick observes from the leather sofa as you pour two short glasses of whiskey - not even asking if you could. the orange light of the kitchen does nothing to hide how great you look for nine o’clock at night. your gauzy long hair glints, looking sleek beneath the lights as it falls inches above the curve of your ass.

the same bottom that had seemingly been following rick around base. it was like everywhere he turned: you were there. whatever inspired this house call felt suspiciously related.

kneeling on the floor next to the coffee table, you place the tray with your drinks down and empty the folder of its documents in order to splay them across the table. you reach up to rick to pass him one of the twin glasses.

reluctantly, he accepts. however, he doesn’t take a sip from his glass until after you do.

he doesn’t miss the way your throat tenses at the burn of the liquor when it makes its way down. you throw another swig back like a young woman who’s grown accustomed to drinking with her fellow soldiers, but in the quarters of one of her superiors?

“so, here’s where you’ll be landing.” your glass is already on the coffee table and you’re pointing out green meandering lines. “whitehorse mountain is right here. just be careful of atmospheric rivers in the area. did okafor tell you about what happened to the apache team?”

the dark haired man shook his head, worry lines becoming more pronounced.

you shake your head. “forget i said anything.” you take another quick drink from your glass and rick looks alarmed - you’re not like your oxen brothers in arm who could drink themselves silly. he doesn’t have time to dwell on it though because you’re skipping right to the next print out to detail his planned trek along the sauk river.

“it’s a pretty ridge. you should stop and take a picture.” you suggest, thumbing through laminated landmark shots of valleys and vistas, making a verbal note of one which is a convenient stop on his trip.

he bites his pink lip. “i don’t think getting a photo of the view is gonna be on my mind, sweetheart.”

“why not?” you question with a glimmer in your eye. “someone like you should take time to relax when you can.”

he chides your name. “what’re you doin’?”

“your job is important, and we all have jobs to do, right?”

there’s a far awayness in his eyes that you can’t place when you lean in closer. feet tucked under your knees, you’re trailing your hand up rick’s thigh towards the tent in his pants.

“you wanna fuck my mouth?”

“why’re you doin’ this?”

when he iterates your name, you consider backing down but then you remember okafor’s promise and how truly repressed this man seemed.

“it’s been a while hasn’t it.”

rick squirms. he doesn’t mean to but it’s a question not many people have the balls to ask him and he didn’t expect it from you of all people. he tries to block whatever memories are bubbling in response and busies himself with taking in the view of your parted lips.

“you don’t have to say anything, just relax,” you coo, shoving him back slightly.

looking down at you, rick doesn’t know what he has to gain from saying no at this point. rick huffs as you approach his erection but he doesn’t object.

his waistband falls with your fingers and you’re faced with the massive length you’d been worrying about. ever since you first saw rick’s bulge, you were brainstorming how you’d even fit him inside your taut walls, much less inside of your mouth.

starting slow, you begin at the base and kitten lick up to the top. rick’s groans give him away immediately. how can he hide how repressed he is with a cock as hard as rocks?

at the top of him, you’re laving his cockhead in your mouth. “i’ve never been with anyone this big,” you admit for the potential ego boost - even though it’s one hundred percent true. rick has a fucking horse cock if you’ve ever seen one.

your hand is working overtime with everything you can’t fit into your mouth at first. rick exhales hoarsely at the wet heat of your mouth devouring him. he hasn’t had a mouth on him in so long. your tight, warm lips wrap around his dick and you swallow around him.

his self control is rusty so he curses when he bucks into your face, stalling his hips only for you to pick up your pace. he wants to pull you off when he feels like he’s about to cum down your tight airway which is crammed full of his cock.

at the first feeling of that telltale twitch against your tongue, you prepare to do your part to keep rick’s nice leather couch clean and swallow everything he’s been holding back.

popping off of him, you look back up at him and grant a toothy smile. his eyes are lurid and clouded with what you only assume is lust. you’re not prepared for his rough grip to drag you onto the surface and into his lap.

the green cargo mini skirt you were wearing falls down your legs and lands somewhere on the wood paneled floor. the moment after you wipe your mouth with a tight fitting sleeve, rick captures your mouth. slightly taken aback, you moan into the man, squirming borderline uncontrollably on top of him as he pulls your top over your head.

his sturdy fingertips ghost across up your waist to your breast. with one robust squeeze as a warning, he assaults your heaving chest with his flesh hand and bruises your collarbone with something between a kiss and a mini-puncture wound. the proesthetic invades your panties and teases your labia, eliciting a needy hum from you.

his horse cock makes itself known again against the front of your pale pink panties.

fuck, how will he fit?

“god, you’re already soakin’ me.”

you get past the feel of his embrace for a moment to glance down only to be greeted with the sight of your swampy lap. how did i do that? you ponder.

“i wanna feel you on my cock, sweetheart. is that something you can do to help me relax?”

you grin. “i’m glad you asked.” you feel a renewed tingle downstairs. “why don’t you see how i take your fingers first?”

a smirk forms on his face. “probably should.” and then he’s reaching between the two of you to prod a finger at your dripping mound.

a deft finger drives into you. you’re expecting another one but as you lazily rest your head on his clothed shoulder, you just whine. the finger inside of you curls and unfurls, stretching you out without the addition of another digit. just the way his fingers drags along your walls has you twisting on top of him.

“you’re really wet for a girl who came over to talk about maps.”

you don’t comment, just cant your hips and beg for another finger. he obliges.

the calculated sensation has you forgetting what he’s talking about, forgetting about your plan. that rhythm he’s adopted speeds up once you make eye contact with rick.

“one more?” he questions.

you nod furiously. “another!”

rick doesn’t delay and the floor drops out from under once you feel a tongue on your quiveting lower lips.

“rick!” you gasp as his fingers and tongue work in unison to squeeze every naughty little noise out of you.

the soldier doesn’t speak; he just laps up your pussy like it was an order.

you come all over his face.

“sorr-,” you’re shut up by a wet finger in your mouth.

“that’s it.”

the no longer meek man trains his eyes on you as you suck his finger clean. through half lidded eyes, you watch his pupils dilate into fully lust blown orbs. devoid of the bright blue you’d seen before, rick’s stare only shifts when he’s shifting you on top of him.

“is it going to fit?” you don’t even realize that your thoughts are materializing out loud.

the officer snorts. “never had a problem before.”

the initial stretch is challenging. your breath is caught in your throat and you’re almost asking the man beneath you to slow down but he’s already inching in at an excruciatingly stable rate.

fuck, you’re reconsidering this. you curse your lieutenant colonel for acting like this whole song and dance was easy. figures. okafor isn’t the one getting stretched out on an eight inch cock.

at the sound of your whines, rick places a kiss on the top of your forehead. “doin’ so good for me,” rick praises. “so tight.”

i know, i feel you tearing me open you want to rasp but you just try to settle into the feeling. you adjust your position, tilting enough for rick to take a renewed interest in your ass. a firm hand plants itself on your flesh in an attempt to leverage you closer.

“almost there,” he grunts and continues pushing through your clinging canal, through the thick rings of muscle that grip his cock so tightly.

momentarily, you slump against the soldier. yeah, you’d been running around the base in hopes of attracting rick’s attention but your exercise routine was no match for the man with a brick between his legs.

once he’s sheathed inside of you, rick reaches down to toy with your clit. you mutter a soft curse. the sensation picks up and you’re faced with not just feeling full but fully stimulated as well. each drag against your sensitive bundle of nerves has you whimpering into rick.

drives into you become harsher. the impact feels less like a truck and more like a commanding officer. an arm is wrapped around you to keep your position steady on top of okafor’s new favorite soldier. the same one who seems to be hitting the right spot every time he moves you up and down his length.

your hands reach for his graying chestnut hair. they find purchase while rick rocks into you. the urge to complain that his shirt is on exits once a familiar pressure mounts inside of you.

“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me.”

“mhmm,” you expire into his neck, nuzzling into him when he presses fingernails into your sides and lifts and lowers you like his own personal stress relief toy.

you can’t be bothered to care. you’re getting what you want out of this: a reward and a release.

pleasure is just radiating throughout your core again. whatever pain had you speechless earlier has evolved into an ecstasy that has you babbling. rick just keeps a hand on the small of your back and carries on pouring himself into you - into your tight little canal, back and forth, in and out.

“rick,” you’re mewling.

the man can’t be bothered to plant a hand pleasurably on your pussy or respond to your cries, so you complain a little louder.

“want you to cum in me.” you stutter into the pillowcase.

“don’t think you want that,” rick demurely admits.

“no,” you argue between pants. “i’m on the shot they have here. i want you to fill me up.”

rick utters a curse into your neck, pouring himself into you so swiftly you’re surprised. just like you asked, he pumps his hips leisurely into your soaked cunt. you wince at the sound of a squelch. hopefully rick doesn’t care too much about having to clean his sofa.

neither of you are expecting the noise you make when rick untangles himself from you. you’re too tired to have shame and simply sink back into the ductile pillows. your head swivels over slowly to find rick watching your chest fall up and down unevenly.

laying beside the man, you can’t help but feel accomplished. for once, the soldier is sporting a blissed out look on his face instead of a scowl or thousand yard stare. but as he slings an arm around you and tugs you closer to his sweltering, sweaty body, you can’t help but feel guilty - manipulative even.

mission accomplished, but at what cost?

pt. 2

[cuties-in-codices]

queer sex and more!

in an illustrated medieval travelogue (a german translation of "mandeville's travels"), bavaria/swabia, ca. 1476

source: Vienna, ÖNB, Cod. 2838, fol. 102v

[trendingkdrama]

#impressed

[arunneronthird]

ready to roll with the momentum

[toxicwrench]

hbd clown boy sorry for being almost a week late or whatever

[sludgge]

Thinking rlly hard about heavily in denial gay Naoya (nsfw under the cut)

-It’s Naoya, of course he hates gay people and considers them disgusting. Doesn’t stop him from getting kind of hot and heavy at the thought of other men though

-starts off with admiring other guys, tells himself he doesn’t find all those muscles hot or anything, just admiring and comparing himself to another strong man.

-He’s not getting hard in his pants or thinking about it later, trying to just focus on whatever slut porn star he threw up on his screen while he pumps his cock. That’s nothing like him.

-Maybe jerks off to femboys once instead of women, just to try it out. But it quickly turns into only wanting to watch femboys.

-he tries not to think about how he always cums much faster now then when he was stroking himself to any random slut online before he found himself some real porn. These guys don’t sound annoying getting teased and fucked, those girls could learn a thing or two from them.

-It’s not that he likes men, he it’s just a coincidence all the male porn stars he sees are much better at their jobs then the women. Natural in his head really, of course men would be better cum dumps for him then useless women ever could be.

-eventually he fucks a guy. Maybe he’s drunk when he finally takes that step. But once he’s balls deep in some cute twink’s ass he doesn’t ever wanna pull his dick out. He’s not a virgin by any means but this is different, it just feels so much better.

-absolutely refuses to think of himself as even remotely gay. Any guy he fucks has to be dressed up all cute and girly, maybe in pretty lingere or a lacy skirt. In his head it’s not gay if the guy basically looks and acts like a woman already anyways.

-tells himself it’s not that he just finds men panting and whining adorable and hot but if a woman’s vocal during sex it’s ear grating and disgusting. He just likes having so much power over other men. It makes him almost embarrassingly hard to see another man splayed out under him with spread legs and a neglected leaky cock dripping all over such a pretty skirt.

-Naoya’s not gay. It’s just easier doing all this with someone who knows what they’re doing around a dick, something some useless woman could never do for him.

In conclusion Naoya is a gayass

[aseuki]

Heard there was an @kirbyoctournament going on and decided to join the bandwagon like any good upstanding citizen--and also use this as an excuse to let folks be properly introduced to my little menace hahaha

He has a Reference Sheet and their own dedicated tag, but for those that want the quick rundown of his deal:

Parhelion Knight is the lone guardian of the ancient wishing star Parhelic Anima. A volatile, foul-mouthed spitfire, Stell isn't exactly the most sociable puffball in the cosmos, quicker to resort to violence and insults over diplomacy. To be fair, when the extent of one's social interactions for the past several centuries is speaking to a soulless AI, talking to oneself, and spewing death threats, it makes sense that their conversational ability vastly suffered. It certainly doesn't help that they're desperately pasting flex tape over their many, many complexes over their short stature and lack of wings. Projecting? Overcompensation? What's that?

[oldsqiued]

have some black and white doodles! thisll be the last post i make on this blog, since im gonna be switching to another one^^

[sock-tin]

Just two guys who care a lil too much about their pomps

[elderwisp]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

[forbidden-sunlight]

Masterlist

Although this a blog for yandere literature, please be mindful that the content may contain triggers.

Furthermore, these stories/headcanons are for entertainment purposes only. The behavior depicted here is not unhealthy and should not be encouraged.

If you wish to read something much more pleasant than a possible series of unfortunate events, here is the link to my other blog, @an-idyllic-novelist

For everyone else, welcome~!

Manhwa

The broken ring, this marriage will fail anyway

yandere!carcel escalante with ines!reader scenario

I’m a villainess but I became a mother

Pink Venom [yandere!calix x loure!reader]

Father I don’t want to get married

I’m not seducing the female lead’s obsessive father! [yandere!regis floyen x agent!reader]

[completed]

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

Who made me a princess

yandere!athanasia de alger obelia with fem!reader headcanons

Manga

The dark history of the reincarnated villainess

It Appears That I Have Been Reincarnated as a Draconic Villainess in a Self-Indulgent Fic! [on hiatus]

[ poly!yanderes x Iana magnolia!reader]

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

Record of Ragnarok

yandere!thor headcanons with fem!kokushibo!reader

yandere!poseidon headcanons with fem!kokushibo!reader

yandere!loki with fem!kokushibo!reader [request]

yandere!Jack the ripper with fem!tanjiro!reader

part one

part two

yandere!poseidon with muichiro!fem!reader [request]

yandere!poseidon with shinobu!reader headcanons

platonic!yandere!shiva with nezuko!reader headcanons

yandere!aphrodite with muichiro!fem!reader headcanons

yandere!apollo with fem!giyuu!reader scenario

yandere!beezlebub with makima!reader headcanons

Chainsaw Man

False Garden of Eden [csm!various x stoic!reader]

Anime

Mononoke

yandere!kusuriuri with chise!reader headcanons

[completed]

part one

part two

part three

Bastard!! Heavy Metal, Dark Fantasy!

Yandere!Dark Schneider with Shinobu!reader headcanons

The Case Study of Vanitas

Tanz des Todes [yandere!Vanitas with gender neutral! Addams! reader]

[completed]

part one

part two

Danmei

Scum Villian's Self-Saving System

yandere!luo binghe with shixiong!male!reader headcanons

The White Husky and His Pet Cat Shizun

yandere!merman!chu wanning with male!researcher!reader scenario

Web Series

The Amazing Digital Circus

yandere!Jax with gender neutral!magician!reader headcanons

yandere!Ragatha with gender neutral! rabbit plush! reader headcanons

yandere!Jax who is touch-starved for gender-neutral!reader scenario

Hazbin Hotel

yandere!Alastor with gender neutral!tinkerer!reader headcanons

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

yandere!Vox with fem!reader scenario

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader Valentine's Day scenario

platonic yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

[part one]

[part two]

[part three]

Cursed Cat!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader [ask]

yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario: jealousy

Original Works

yandere!emperor with empress!reader scenario

yandere!literary agent with fem!reader scenario

[1] [2] [complete]

yandere!holy knight with saintess!reader scenario

[1] [2] [3] [epilogue] [complete]

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario [1] [2]

Progress Bar [as of 4.21. 2024]

yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario part two is finished, currently editing. Outline for part three is done.

Outline for yandere!fairy king with villainess!reader is finished.

Reading the following book(s): The Heaven and Earth Grocery Store by James McBride

[wispcherry]

oh god I can smell the beginning of a horrible sibling relationship.

[hyacinth-sky]

🤔