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Redid Masterpost and it's officially too long guys

Masterpost :)

Vivien Reyes🌺

Meet Vivien

Vivien Headcanons Part 1

Vivien Headcanons Part 2

I want to bite Vivien - ART

Vivien Catboy Maid - ART

Vivien's Average Workday

Vivien NSFW Headcanons Part 1

Vivien NSFW Headcanons Part 2

Vivien as an Herbalist

Vivien Learns that Darling is Sick Before the Reveal

First Time with Vivien - Part 1

First Time with Vivien - Part 2

Would Vivien be able to bring himself to punish his darling?

Cuddle Time with Vivien

Vivien’s Morning Routine

Tattoos

Vivien's Perfect Evening

Vivien's NSFW Alphabet

It Was Only Once

Atalanta Montclair💸

Meet Atalanta

Chapter One

Leaving Love Notes for Ata

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

What Type of Yandere is Atalanta?

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Atalanta Headcanons Part 1

Atalanta Headcanons Part 2

Atalanta Headcanons Part 3

Baking Her A Cake

Atalanta NSFW Headcanons - Part 1

Atalanta NSFW Headcanons - Part 2

Ata’s Taste in Clothing

First Time with Atalanta - NSFW

Atalanta Headcanons Part 4

Cuddle Time with Atalanta

Chapter Six

Idolizing Asteria

Chapter Seven

A Long Day at Work - ART

Arranged Marriage

Wedding with a Vampire

Atalanta's Perfect Evening

Masc Crown Princess

Forcefully Adopting Random Platonic Darling

I Want Him Dead.

Chapter Eight

Noelle Thompson ☕️

Meet Noelle

What Type of Yandere is Noelle?

Being Noelle’s Darling

Noelle’s House Darling

First time with Noelle

Noelle and Sasha / More Sasha

Noelle Headcanons

Why is Noelle the way she is?

Someone Breaks into Noelle's Apartment

How has Noelle Changed Since Ata?

BDSM with Noelle

Spring

Jamie and Asteria

Can we hear more about Asteria and Jaime? What are their interests?

How long did it take for Jaime to fall in love with Asteria?

Asteria and Jamie NSFW Headcanons

I would like to go out with Jamie and have a fun night without the girls

Does Asteria even care he’s withering away from grief?

How would Jamie react to an adult Atalanta saying he’s a good dad?

How would Jaime react if Darling told him it wasn't his fault and tried to comfort him?

Does Asteria ever have like lucid moments whenever she sees Jamie extremely depressed?

How would Asteria react to Jamie getting better from his depression but in the process pulling back from her?

Jamie’s Wedding Night

AU where seeing what happened to Jamie traumatized Ata and turned her AGAINST her mother

Asteria, would you have any idea what position to be in if you want to turn a pretty boy into a sobbing mess in the bedroom?

Jamie, do you still think about trying to escape?

What if Jamie never snapped out of being broken?

Does Asteria feel cuteness aggression about Jamie?

Response to Asking Jamie about Escaping

Jamie's Type

What would Jamie do if he thought Asteria had an affair?

Jamie Doodles - ART

Asteria and Jamie’s Childhoods

Family Bonding Night

Favorite Asks

After kidnapping reader, how much would your ocs' behavior and personality would change?

I need more of Atalanta's parents' lore now +_+

First Kiss

Vivien and Atalanta Fanart

Meeting Darling’s Parents

Atalanta's Trials

How would a beach day with Vivien and Atalanta go?

The Kissing Hand

Birthday Event 2024 - Asking Yanderes Tag

What does the Montclair family crest look like???

Atalanta and Noelle Foil Analysis

Hiring Noelle

Ideal Date Nights

Childhood Art: Ata, Noelle and Vivien

Darling!Daughter

Darling and Ata are Childhood Friends

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yandere-paramour · 2 days ago

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So you did a post about asteria and Jamie wedding night and the whole servants preparing Jamie for asteria really stuck with me and I was wondering if you could something similar with atalanta and her darling but make it like 1800s gothic vampire au 😼 where atalantas like a secret vampire and butch lesbian who's an aging suitor and asteria if she's in the au is like GET MARRIED NOW! and low and behold darling is either from a poor family or a family desperate to social climb and is sold off rawr.

So cue darling who's very scared of this random ass person who probably more experienced than her and after darling is getting washed and prepped for atalanta what does atalanta do will she automatically take her blood since darling is her wife and ata has rights or whatever to do so or is she understanding to the feeble young human?

(I'm thinking darlings probably in lingerie as she's presented to ata does ata have thoughts about this.)

I know this is long and you're very busy with uni so I understand the wait 😊

Wedding With A Vampire

There was just so much white.

You hated white. You liked cleanliness well enough, and you liked peace a normal amount, but if you never saw white again it would be too soon.

You weren't a parcel, although you were sold like one. A family with one daughter and no sons in this time was said to be cursed. No sons to take over the family business, no sons to carry on the family name. Only a daughter who would eat your food, spend your money, and might not even marry well enough to recoup your losses.

And that might've been you. If not for your father marrying you off to Atalanta Montclair.

The Montclairs were an old house, very old. They had money out the ass, connections to every royal house on the globe, and such a beautiful appearance that to look upon them was to gaze at perfection itself.

But there was something off about them. You remembered Atalanta when you were young, before she was sent off somewhere to mature somewhere prestigious and far from prying eyes. You were three or four, meaning she must have been seven or eight, and her parents in middle age. Those eyes stopped you. Not the color, they all had dark eyes, but the way they pierced you, made you stop in your tracks, made you want to curl up and simply... wait for whatever fate she would deal you. Nanny said you had nightmares for days after, but you could never explain what you saw that bothered you so much.

The next time you saw her was The Avarice Ball nearly twenty years later. It was a day in condemnation of the sin, a day for piousness and charity. Nobles were supposed to donate and redistribute their wealth, to volunteer with the poor for everyone to come out a little more human afterward. But instead they just partied. The wine never stopped flowing, there were endless sweets and pastries, and only the richest of rich were invited, all while the poor starved outside.

It was positively sickening.

And you were participating in it. Unwillingly, of course.

That was where you saw her next. All the Montclairs, a family that defied the odds, somehow turning the uselessness of a daughter into the pride and joy of a son. Atalanta Montclair was a girl, but her parents had passed their millions down to her, and she had turned that wealth into even more wealth, uninterested in a husband or children. She was the jewel of society, smart, beautiful, with piercing eyes that made you want to kneel before her. Her mother, Lady Asteria, was the former diamond of society. She looked not a day over 35, even though she must be in her 50s at this point. Her father looked the same, although his eyes had less of an effect.

But this meant nothing to you. All you wanted to do was smuggle some macarons back to your personal maids in hopes of having some way to lessen the sin of being here when you inevitably met God. You wanted to get the goods and get out. There was no reason to socialize. You didn't have any friends and your father was planning on passing everything down to a distant nephew anyway. As long as you remained quiet and well-behaved, you could escape notice and hopefully escape being sent to a nunnery.

But you were unlucky.

She must've seen you there, seen you stuffing your face with lemon tarts like a glutton. While you slept peacefully in your bed with a belly full of sugar, Montclair must have been up, penning a letter to your father and gathering a dowry large enough to make a baron faint. Before you even woke up, your future was set, your clothes were packed, and debts were already being repaid.

The only thing you regret is that you weren't able to say goodbye to your mother. She was buried in the family mausoleum behind the garden, but you were hurried out so quickly that the butter hadn't even melted on your breakfast toast. There was no time to say farewell to a corpse, Father said, and you didn't argue.

You were taken straight to the Montclair manor as the wedding was prepared. You expected to undergo bridal lessons, or to at least meet your betrothed properly, but no. Lord Montclair met you, and he was as kind as your future father-in-law could be, but the temperature of his skin during the handshake made you flinch, and you felt that was a terrible faux pas. Did the man have sluggish blood or something?

The only instructions you were given were to eat your fill and rest. The week was long, but restful. This wedding shit was all moving faster than you were comfortable with. You could tell the staff was frantically getting everything together, but all you were told to do was pick out your dress, some lacy white thing that showed off your neck and wrists, and you weren't privy to the rest. Every time you tried to help with the work or even ask about the plans, the staff just waved you away and brought you another cake. You gained five pounds before Friday.

It would've been okay if you could have at least met Atalanta, but the woman was a recluse. She spent hours in her office, but whenever you tried to catch a glimpse of her, she wouldn't be there. You ate meals alone, and spent most of your time in your room. It was a lonely week, and you hoped that the rest of your life as Duchess (a terrifying title) would not be the same. If you were meant to spend your whole life in such frozen temperatures, maybe a convent would have been kinder.

But at least the wedding was soon. Saturday morning you were strapped into your dress and delivered to the alter. It was a private affair, although much more private than you expected. You expected your father to abandon you the second he received your dowry, but you never expected Montclair to send a proxy to her own wedding. Lord Montclair was there, apologizing for his daughter's absence at her own damn wedding. There was some sort of problem with the vassals, he said, an emergency. Atalanta would be back later to properly attend to the wedding night.

Like you gave a shit. As far as you knew, you'd go your entire life without seeing your wife and be just fine with it.

After a bath that bordered on obsessive (honestly the maids were way too concerned with the cleanliness of your ass crack), you were delivered to Montclair's chambers in a white nightgown and told under no uncertain circumstances that you were to lie back, relax, and comply with whatever Montclair asked of you.

You only waited ten minutes before she came in, fresh from her own bath. She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at you as she brushed her own dark hair. You fidgeted, acutely aware of your own lack of undergarments.

"You're as lovely as I remember."

"Huh?" The first words you ever said to your new wife and it was something stupid. Typical.

"I said you are as lovely as I remember. Your dress at the Avarice Ball was beautiful. It complimented your figure well."

"Oh, uh... thanks?"

"I apologize that I was unable to see you this week. I was very busy with the combination of my duties and preparations for our wedding. I'm very sorry about everything, especially not being present at our wedding. I never intended for you to do all of this alone. I promise it won't happen again."

All your frustration and anger at her evaporated in an instant as her apologetic eyes compelled you to forgive her, "It-It's okay. I forgive you."

"Thank you, my lady. You are so kind."

Atalanta finishes with her hair and gives you her full attention. Her eyes roam over your body, concentrating primarily on your ankles, wrists, and neck. Uncomfortable, you cross your legs, praying to God that she can't smell your dripping arousal.

"Do you know what happens on wedding nights?"

The thought of the erotic novels you sent your maid out to buy flashed in your mind. Many lustful scenes from "I Slept With the Emperor" and "My Knight's Real Sword" ran behind your eyes, and you blushed.

"I-I know that I will be expected to lay with you as my... wife and we will become one."

"Correct," She gave you what was supposed to be a reassuring pat on your bare ankle and you flinched from the chill of her hand, "And do you know what you will become tonight?"

"... A Montclair?"

Atalanta gave a strange, indulgent little smile, "That's right, Darling. A Montclair. After tonight, you'll be one of us."

"Yes..."

You watched as she abruptly stood up, crossing over to the bedside table to pull out some... silk? Baffled, you couldn't help but remember the maid's warnings from earlier: lie back, relax, and comply.

"Lie back," Atalanta's gentle command, along with a hand on your shoulder, pushed you to lie on your back in bed, and Atalanta's cold hands gently gathered your wrists and began... tying them to the bedposts?

"What are you-"

"Hush Darling. Stay calm."

Atalanta's light scolding shut you up immediately, and you let her secure your wrists with lengths of red silk to each bedpost. There was clear fear and confusion in your eyes, but every time you felt yourself about to say something, her eyes met yours, and all your resistance died away. You let out a small whimper as she parted your legs to tie them as well, but that was the extent of your protests. Within five minutes, you were spread eagle on the pure white sheets, your wrists and ankles tied soundly to each bedpost with red silk.

This was... not a sexual position often used, even in your erotica, but Montclair had the power here. If this was her fetish, as her wife, you were to stay calm and accept it. You were supposed to be partners; whatever kinks she had, you would endure them together.

Montclair gently stroked your face, looking at you adoringly. You would have flinched at her cold hands, but you expected them this time. Her finger dragged down your jaw onto the side of your neck, choosing a particular spot to lean down to kiss, a chaste peck that make you emit a little squeak.

"Are you ready, my Darling?" Atalanta asked, gently massaging the spot on your neck.

"W-Will it hurt?" As strong as her eyes were, you couldn't help but whimper this one desperate question.

"I will try to be gentle," Atalanta's hand slid under your nightgown up your bare thigh, moving closer and closer to your core, "And in a few days, everything will be different. You will be different."

"I-I will?"

"Yes, love. As soon as it's over, I will bathe and redress you myself, and in three days everything will be different. You will be a Montclair. You will be one of us."

"Three days?"

"Only three. Now hush, love. No more questions. It's time."

Atalanta's thumb gently begins to circle your clit and you writhe, straining against your binds. You've touched yourself before but the added elements of the sexually charged nature of your wedding night and the coldness of Montclair's hands add so much to the situation. A drip turns into a stream turns into a faucet, and tears flow down your face as Atalanta stimulates you with no relent.

"This will help with the pain, Darling. Just focus on the feeling and it will help," Atalanta coos to you, obviously enjoying the sight of you struggling beneath her.

As you grow close to the edge, you feel Atalanta's free hand turn your head to the side, holding it in place as her other hand pumps in and out of you.

"Almost there, sweet one. I'll know when you're ready, trust me."

You buck against Montclair's hand, seeking more friction as you border on the edge of the precipice. Atalanta leans down, kissing from your cheek to your jaw to your neck, centering around that special spot.

"It's time, baby. Come for me. I love you already. I'll see you soon."

As Atalanta's words begin to enter your overstimulated brain, your orgasm crashes upon you and you convulse in pleasure. Right then, Atalanta leans down, presses one last apologetic kiss, and bites.

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yandere-paramour · 2 days ago

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We should host an Atalanta look alike contest…in my bedroom. With nobody else around.

I'm sure you want it naked too, ya freak

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yandere-paramour · 2 days ago

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How has noelle developed since being taken in by atalanta? Style, attitude, before vs. now kinda things

I really like this question which is why I've been thinking about it so long (my apologies). This is a continuation of this if y'all have forgotten. Buckle up, this turned into a long one. I hope it is to your liking.

In a way, Noelle is both the same and different than before Ata. Atalanta correctly identified a diamond in the rough and formed Noelle into the powerhouse we know her to be today, and this is why Noelle is so indebted to her.

When Noelle graduated with her her master's in business, she was 23 and living on her own in a shitty studio apartment. She worked part-time in the school's financial aid department filling in spreadsheets and also picked up night shifts at a 24-hour daycare. There was no talk of love; she could barely take care of herself. She was running out of food, running out of money, and running out of time. She needed to use her degree, so she was applying for every business job she possibly could.

She was desperate. She didn't have many warm clothes and survived mostly on what she could scrounge from the dining hall following a shift. She still thought of herself as a frantic trailer-park kid trying to be something she's not, and she lay awake many a night thinking about having to return home in shame. She wanted better for herself, of course she did, she just didn't have much hope. Why would someone take a chance on her when there were other candidates, ones who could afford a suit and could actually get a good night's sleep before class.

At least, until she got a response from a job. She took the free headshots the school provided, borrowed a too-big suit, and went to the kind of restaurant she should've been serving at, not eating at. Atalanta already knew everything about her situation; she had Zachariah look into Noelle well before they met. Not really the usual person working at Montclair Industries, but Ata believes potential is distributed universally; it can come from anywhere.

Atalanta is nothing if not perceptive. She noticed the way Noelle looked at other patrons having business lunches in the restaurant, the way she hunched her shoulders in shame when they stared at her ill-fitting blazer and skirt, how she completely skipped the wine list and didn't seem to recognize anything on the complicated entree menu. Atalanta ordered for the two of them, making a discrete show of her table manners, wanting to see if Noelle took notice and copied her. To Atalanta's delight, she did.

They discussed Noelle's grades, her approaches to problem-solving, her work experience and strengths and weaknesses. Halfway through the entree, Ata sent a pre-written text for one of her bodyguards to come to the table with a fake story about someone crossing the business, and she gave him vague instructions to "take care of it". Noelle barely batted an eye at the somewhat menacing instructions.

Ata waited until dessert to bring up Noelle's... less-than-savory habits. How Zachariah had evidence of her hacking security cameras, how many in disagreement with Noelle were discovered to have malware and keylogging on their computers, the scores of information found on a sweep of her laptop. Atalanta knew exactly what she'd done and appeared to have compiled concrete evidence, enough evidence to ruin her life. Horrified and certain her life was over, Noelle got up to run, but found herself surrounded. All the other customers were gone, and the staff was all in the back kitchen. There was only Atalanta and her bodyguards.

Atalanta politely asked Noelle to sit back down, explaining that she wasn't in trouble. In fact, she was exactly who Ata needed. Atalanta needed a loyal subordinate, one who could do her bidding at a moment's notice, one who would be loyal to the very end and not bother with moralities. Of course, she would be compensated generously. Atalanta slid a thick folder across the table, along with a check for a thousand dollars. Noelle was to read the contract and take some time to think about Ata's offer; the money was so she could take some days off to think without cost to herself. Atalanta would be in touch in 3 days for an answer. After dropping that bombshell, Ata just... gathered her things and left, waving a nonchalant goodbye.

Noelle called in sick that night at the daycare. She was up all night reading through that pile of papers, checking out the window every few minutes, certain she was being watched. A 300k salary, countless benefits, a job she had never dared to even dream of, there was no question what she had to do, especially with the unknown amount of dangerous information looming behind her. She signed them all and hoped she made the right choice. Obviously knowing her choice, Ata sent a guard to pick up the papers early the next morning, along with some fancy chocolates to celebrate with.

The next few weeks were a whirlwind. Atalanta set Noelle up with a new, huge, apartment closer to the office, furnished it to Noelle's liking, and had her moved in. She sent 7 designer suits so Noelle would have something to wear, and ensured she had transportation and her own bodyguard to protect her. Noelle was highly encouraged to tell either the guard or Ata herself if she needed anything, and she would receive it. Atalanta became akin to a goddess for Noelle; In her eyes, Atalanta Montclair had saved her life and given her everything. She might not have died for Ata, but she would suffer a whole lot for her.

The first few months of working at Montclair Industries were difficult, to say the least. The other people were all clean, polished, ignorant of all suffering and privileged from the day they were born. Noelle... wasn't like them. She envied their easy lives and how blessed they were to be in such circumstances. They didn't know how good they had it. Sure, she had been lucky, Ata had taken pity on her, but surely they could smell the poverty on her, surely they knew what she was. It was difficult for her to get settled in such rapid change, and even though Ata was patient and kind, Noelle struggled. Even if she was doing great, she felt she did everything wrong and that she was always in danger of losing her good fortune. Noelle would fight to the death to keep her job, and to her, all coworkers were serpents ready to swoop in and steal her livelihood.

But as time passed, Noelle calmed down a bit. Atalanta pays well, and Noelle was able to both support her sisters and stash away a good bit for herself. She can afford food that's not the scraps of others and hot water in an un-mildewed shower and a bed that's actually comfortable. She learned how to do her job properly and the way the company ran; Atalanta is queen and what she says goes. Noelle might as well be the grand vizier; she has gained Atalanta's favor and thus can influence what she wants. The serpents? Gone and replaced on Noelle's orders with Ata's uncaring permission.

Noelle accompanies Atalanta on business trips around the world and they grow closer, becoming true friends instead of mistress and servant. Noelle is still as compulsive and thorough about her job and life as she always has been (that's just the way she is), but she knows, barring a colossal mistake, she will not be fired. And even if she is, she has enough saved to support herself until she can find something else (she hates even the thought of this though, it's just a contingency plan just in case). She has worked hard enough to secure herself a comfortable and fulfilling career. She has taken care of herself, provided herself the stability and security she has always craved. She gains the confidence we see in her today, and has now evolved into the steady adult Noelle we know and love.

And this is when she finds herself in need of a Darling.

Noelle is 25, right in the middle of the Intimacy vs. Isolation stage. She has money, her own place, a family that loves her, even a supportive friend; the only thing she doesn't have is... a lover. Atalanta has a lover, Noelle has accompanied the woman on many an outing and even sat with her on her earlier, more... rebellious days. And... Noelle finds herself a bit lonely. She's always had her sisters around and... she's not used to coming home to such a large apartment with no one in it. She finds herself quite... wistful. She wants someone to come home to, someone to spend weekends with, someone to love and hold and take care of. She wants to give herself to someone, to let herself be as vulnerable to someone as she can be. As surrounded as she's always been, she's been... alone. And she doesn't want to be alone anymore.

And this is the root of Noelle, of who she has been since the moment of her birth. Deep deep down, what she really craves is security and love, and that will never change.

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yandere-paramour · 2 days ago

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I feel like I am most scared of noelle. We never get a lot of sappy things about her. I am yearning for romance even though sedatives are very appalling easiest way to bed

This makes me so sad because while Noelle is really guarded and private, she really kinda lets go when she is alone with Darling, they really do have fun together.

Things Noelle likes to do for/with Darling:

Noelle knows that it can get boring staying inside all the time so she always tries to bring home something new for you, whether it's a new sweet from a bakery, a new book or art supply, a game, something like that.

Noelle plans at least 2 dates a week for you, often themed dates

Noelle prefers not to go out but she still will if you really really want to, she really does love you, she wants you to be happy

Noelle always makes sure that the cabinets and refrigerator are stocked with cut fruit and your favorite snacks

Noelle doesn't sleep much so she is often up on her phone watching you sleep. She often reaches over to stroke your hair or rub your back

Noelle is always researching new things that you might like on forums online to surprise you

Noelle will always give you her full attention when you come to tell her a new fact

She always tries to join you in your hobbies whether it is reading the same books you like, painting with you, learning to crochet, etc.

Noelle loves it when you both take baths together because she loves washing your hair for you, it's very intimate for her

She also loves detangling and doing your hair for you

The apartment building you and Noelle live in has a gym and garden that you are allowed to go to every day for a short while

Noelle has someone who comes to clean but any hard chores that show up during the week belong entirely to her, the worst chore you'll ever do is folding laundry or wiping down the counters

Noelle is constantly telling you how amazing you are and how happy she is that you are with her and how she vows to take care of you as best she can for the rest of her life

Noelle will actually tell you about the good times of her childhood (though she's quiet about the bad times)

Noelle is actually a pretty generous lover, she's not letting you up without at least 2-3 rounds

She will constantly get you new soft things to put in your Soothing room like blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, etc.

The first thing Noelle does when she comes home from work is come find you for a hug and kiss because she just loves you so much

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yandere-paramour · 6 days ago

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I’m so glad Ata is like rich so I can actually BLAST that AC in the summer. It’s legit not even June and it’s actually so hot I have to skinny dip every night (ifkyk..) I don’t think she would appreciate that anyway.

But I hope you have a really good time in Europe and I can’t wait to see you post again 🫡🫡🫡

I live in the American South so it's 90F (32C) right now and basically AC is a requirement in all buildings/houses, but I discovered that is NOT the same thing in Europe. I was sweating my balls off bro, idk how you're surviving

I'm so glad to see you guys!!! I missed writing a lot and I felt so guilty about not being able to provide bc of life stuff. I promise, I'm gonna work hard to make up for it all :)

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yandere-paramour · 6 days ago

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Girl I haven’t said nothing in here for a while…oml. I swear I’m trying to gain the courage to say something from the first time I did 🙏

HI CAMMIE I REMEMBER YOU!!!

Yes please say something, I need some fresh ideas, I want to write a ton before my lil birthday celebration in July

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yandere-paramour · 6 days ago

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That new “Spring” post called me single in about 30 different ways! God what I would give to have a spring date.

Anyway I loved your writing and hope your semester and exams went well! Best wishes!!!

~🍑

Hello ass anon!

I'm so glad you enjoyed it!

I'm done with school and finals, and I just returned from Europe, so now you and med school have my entire attentions, guys! I'm READY to re-devote myself to my beautiful blog!!!

And as soon as I get my MCAT score back, we can decide whether to be happy or not :)

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yandere-paramour · 6 days ago

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Spring

Noelle was lovely in the sun.

She usually avoided it like the plague; the sunscreen costs were too high for her pale, delicate skin. Any day she was commanded to be under the rays, she would slather the sticky stuff onto her soft porcelain skin, basting herself like a chicken in melted butter. She would tuck herself under a wide hat and UV umbrella and pray that any accidental exposure wouldn't ruin the rest of the week with a burning, peeling, itching sunburn that made her look more like a strawberry than a girl.

But weeks of perfect behavior through the entire freezing cold winter had softened Noelle into a happy contentment that left her a bit more receptive to your asks, and Ms. Montclair's girlfriend had really come through with that unreleased, experimental sun paste. One lazy Sunday morning in January, both of you warm and relaxed after a long night of making love, you had begged Noelle's promise that the first warm day of spring she was off work, she would take you outside.

After a morning of ensuring every single inch of her was covered in the white mixture from the bottle with a lizard on the front, you were ready, and Noelle was radiant. Her white blonde hair, cascading down her back like she usually wore it at home, glistened like pearls in the sun. And the legs under her sundress, a bit murky from the sticky sheen of sunscreen, were soft and shiny and smooth.

There was just so much to look at. Even though you were settled under a UV umbrella on a picnic blanket a ways away from anyone else, you could still see other humans going about their own relaxing days. Toddlers waddled about the grass in their chubby little bare feet, chasing butterflies as their tiny toes squished in the dirt. Other couples strolled around holding hands. An old man fed the ducks little frozen peas instead of chunks of bread.

You were fascinated by the sheer variety of life in this square. So many of your days were spent inside now, nestled in the safety of Noelle’s, and now your, apartment. It never bothered you at all before, but now you felt a sort of longing as you watched other humans exist in the warm sun.

A gentle hand caressed your face, softly turning your head to face her, “Are you alright, darling? You look upset.”

Noelle was always so worried about you, and your heart melted, “I’m fine, just… thirsty.”

Noelle sat up on her knees, rummaging through her backpack for the drinks she packed earlier. She handed you a bottle of juice, one of the ones she insisted you order from the fancy grocery store she frequented. It was a passion fruit, mango, and pineapple flavor, packed with vitamins and colored green with fresh spinach. You cracked it open and took a sip. It tasted sweet, like how Noelle looked in her blue sundress, the hem falling lightly over her thighs, the same thighs that squeezed your head so tightly last night-

You coughed, suddenly unable to breathe. Concerned, Noelle patted your back, trying to help clear your pained lungs, “Are you okay? Do we need to go back home? The car is somewhere a block or so away-“

“No!” You caught yourself, managing to clear the juice from the wrong pipe, “No I want to stay!”

You couldn’t stop the whine from your voice, “You promised…..”

“Alright, alright, calm down…” Noelle kissed your temple gently, smoothing your hair, although she still looked worried, “If you’re sure… we can stay a bit longer. But we’re leaving before it gets dark. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“I’m not cold,” You pulled her close to you, nuzzling her cheek with your face as you kicked the snack bag out of the way, “It’s so warm out… especially when you’re here.”

Noelle gave a polite chuckle at your bad joke, “You’re adorable.”

Noelle situated your head on her shoulder, letting you rest on her. The sky was bright, but with both of your sunglasses, it was bearable. You spent the afternoon people watching, comparing young and old couples and which babbling baby was cutest. The clouds drifted by, changing from shape to shape as Noelle fed you strawberry slices and pitted cherries. The strawberries were the same color as her perfect lips, and you couldn’t stop mentioning it.

You were on your best behavior; the only time you spoke to anyone was to return an errant ball to a pair of little boys who accidentally kicked it at you. Noelle gave the children a polite smile, but you could tell she wasn’t happy about being disturbed by a couple of little brats, but at least you hadn’t been bothered by any adults. That would have really ruined the mood. You distracted her by pulling her in for another kiss, and thankfully, she allowed the moment to pass.

If Noelle didn’t have her guards stationed around the park watching, you both might have been arrested for public indecency. The city was plenty progressive thanks to Atalanta’s influence, but this was really pushing it. Noelle was on top of you, her thigh pushed between your legs as usual. Your neck was covered in little love bites, and the warmth from the sun was nothing compared to the heat within you; the hem of Noelle’s sundress was wet with… you.

Perhaps you would be embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on.

Noelle sat back on her haunches, looking over your pitiful state with a proud, almost smug, look, “We should get you home”

“We- What?” You blinked, trying to free your brain from horny jail and failing miserably.

“The sun is setting, Darling. And I have work tomorrow, we need to get home if we want to have time for this later.”

“Oh… yeah…” Your face must have fallen because Noelle frowned.

“Come on, sweetheart,” She twirled your hair between her fingers, “Don’t be like this. You knew we’d have to go home soon.”

“I know, I just-“ Your words cut off and your ears burned. It was much too childish to throw a tantrum just because you didn’t want your day at the park to end. You’d seen five kids do the same already today, and you weren’t about to be the sixth.

You stood up, helping Noelle fold the blanket and stuff it into the backpack, which she then handed to one of the guards who came to assist. Wrapping her own sweater around your shoulders, Noelle carefully led you to the car before a nearby shop caught her eye.

“I can’t stand to see your lovely face so sad. Maybe some ice cream will help?”

You had to admit, it did sound enticing; You perked up, “Ice cream?”

She flicked her thumb towards the old-timey ice cream parlor, “They’ve got fudge brownie bits. I checked this morning.”

You grinned, and you couldn’t help a small laugh. Noelle was always a sucker for her chocolate. This wasn’t about your upsets; this was clearly about her need to be within 40 feet of chocolate at all times.

“Okay,” You took her hand, letting her lead the way.

As promised, Noelle ordered a double scoop of chocolate ice cream with fudge brownie bits, and you got a root beer float. She slipped the owner a bit more cash to close the shop to only you two, and the guards took their stations outside, giving you complete privacy.

“Is it good?” Noelle kissed your cheek with her chocolatey mouth, "It looks good. May I have a sip?"

“Really good," You tilted the glass to her, "You can never underestimate a good vanilla in a root beer float.”

Noelle licked her lips, “Disagree. Chocolate and Coke are unmatched.”

Noelle pulled your face closer so she could kiss you, and her mouth tasted like the root beer and the chocolate truffles she so favored. You loved it.

This time, you didn’t resist as Noelle led you to the car. The night was growing cold, and you were glad to snuggle into the heated leather seats. Noelle carefully pulled the seatbelt over you, making sure you were secure before herself. She always made sure you were secure before herself.

Noelle laced her fingers with yours, slowly twisting your promise ring around your finger, “Did you have fun?”

“Yeah. Can we go out again next weekend?”

“Mmm… maybe not next weekend, I don't want you to get sick,” Noelle squeezed your hand, “But definitely soon. I promise. You were amazing today.”

Pleased and a bit proud that she appreciated your good behavior, you blushed. It was a great day, and you ultimately got what you wanted. You were exhausted after a long day, and you were just so delicate. If Noelle said you needed a month or two to recover, she was probably right. You lay your head on her shoulder just like outside, closing your eyes as you rested against her. When you got home, Noelle would bathe you, heat up dinner, and put you right to bed after a precautionary decongestant pill, but for now you could just exist, happy in the outside world together.

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