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visionsofmagic · 6 months

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day 21: leon s. kennedy [praising]

࿓ synopsis • leon likes to being praised by you so much that it’s overwhelming.

―❦ nsfw, sub!leon (kinda), switch!leon, pet names, begging, f!reader, reader is being mean (a little bit), edging, ‘is all I guess. • 0.7k • pretty boy deserves to be praised all the time, so, he we are. I know it’s short but hope you will like it! enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“agghh – mhhm – baby, please, please!” his sweet voice fills your ear, making you chuckle as he sits still yet can’t resist the urge to move, to make his cock enter your pussy deeper.

“please what pretty boy?” you ask, a hand playing with his hair, mocking the weakness that you give to him. it’s all because of how you sit down on his cock, riding him a moment ago but now staying like a statue, just moving your hips inches to drive him crazy.

you’re not this rough mostly, but when he whimpers – and even moans under you, eyes closed, head is thrown back, back is arching, cock twisting inside your walls with the high feelings coming from the pleasure he’s receiving, staying as a drug for his body. it’s looking so pretty that you wanted him to go dizzy – just moaning your name, wanting you to ride him.

“please move, pretty, please! need you to – ohh – move!”

“but what will I get in return for riding you good, pretty boy, hm?” you ask, a hand travels on his exposed chest – well-built, staying sharp, looking attractive.

“whatever you want!” he says without hesitation, not thinking for a second, just using his lust over his pride. “whatever you want, I will give you!”

“even holding it until I allow you to cum?” you ask, playing with his nerves, challenging – wondering how much he can resist, you smile widely – devilish can be seen underneath it as the gazes burn his body alive as you look at him from above, a hand on his chest, the other one pulling his blonde hair to make him look at you directly, not avoiding you – the blushes on his face are on the display fully, mouth half-open, vision is blurry as you assume from the way he looks at you – not showing any sign of logic behind those pretty pupils.

he nods after a while, promising you that he will behave for you.

feeling so overpowered at the moment, you move your hips gladly. the slow pace becomes faster with each passing time, you even bounce on it with such great strength that the sound of the flesh hitting the flesh is loud enough to make both of you and him reach your climax in an instant.

his strong hands grip your waist, finding a source of balance within them as he keeps screaming your name mixed with loud moans. “ohhh baby,” he says, rapid breath-taking making his voice turn huskier, and low, “my goddess, don’t stop – aghh – mhhm – please! more, more, ohhh yes!”

“leon -!” you scream his name when his own hips begin to move as well, in sync with yours, thrusting into you at the exact moment you lower down on his thick cock – your pussy is clenching around his length, the wetness it has because of soaking so much makes it so easy to go in and out of your pussy with a perfect pace. “’sooo good! my good boy, you’re doing so good for me.”

leon who is always beginning to shake on the knees whenever you praise him, calling him ‘good boy’ for you, loses it all until the last thing he knows how he switches, turning your body, making you stay under him as he shoves his cock into you once again – harder and deeper than ever, breaking you into half and earning the loudest moan from you for the night.

“fuuuuck -! leon!”

“ohh baby please, please tell me – mmmh – tell me how good I fuck you!” he says between his breaths – begs even to hear more from your pretty lips, wanting to be called with such a pet name and being praised.

who you are to reject his beg?

you give him what he wants – what he truly desires, praising him over and over again, “my good boy! so good! so perfect – agggh – fucking me so well!” until he makes both of you cum in unison, and hard enough to leave both of you feel the remaining highness coming from it even after he collapses onto the bed, beside you, taking you by the back, hugging you and kissing you fondly.

“your good boy, huh?” he teases, smirking down at you, “then let this good boy show how many times he can make you cum on his cock.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear & @manuursw *lots of kisses!*

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jitterbugbear · 2 months

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sketchdump pt 3

#the final one for now #hope you enjoyed!!#artists on tumblr #jitterbugbear art #sketchdump #sketches #sketchbook

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dotchi18 · 1 year

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Um hi, I saw your Yandree prompts flower language reblog and I would like to request if not already done Forget-me-nots( F) for Leviathan cause that just screams Yan!Levi.

Take your time and be sure to hydrate before you dydrate( dehydrate)-❄️🐍

Hey there!

Thanks for the Request, aside from Cup no one's made a request from me, so here it is for you ❄️🐍!

(Also, I love the Hydrate or Die-drate, I say it to my family all the time <3 )

I ran through a couple of scenarios, first with Nightbringer, then with Reader being an actual Idol, then I settled on this.

It's rather light on the Yandere in this one, I hope you don't mind!

Leviathan calls the Reader 'Henry' because of TSL in this one, just as a forewarning :3

I really hope you like it!

Yandere!Leviathan x Reader

Forget-me-not (True Love): "It's like you were meant for me."

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Fixation.

Leviathan was someone who fixated on things.

Perhaps it was because that was the sin that always simmered under his flesh like boiling water under a lid, but when Levi's attention was caught by something, it took centuries to take his mind off it, if it ever happened at all.

It had never happened with a human before.

Sure, there were Idols and Characters from Games, Books and Anime, but it never happened with someone that was living and breathing within the same vicinity as him.

And to think, when he had met you he had nearly dismissed you as a normie, almost killed you by summoning Lotan.

It wasn't the first time someone had tried to do that to you even at the time, so you had found it in yourself to forgive him.

To tell him you wanted to be friends with him.

At first he thought that it was something that you were doing to appease him, as he hadn't been exactly pleased to forge a pact with you.

But...

The late nights sitting together in his room, sometimes watching shows together, sometimes gaming, other times just simply resting in the same space as him.

It was really like you wanted to be there with him.

You know it's impossible for him to just ignore that, right?

Surely you knew what you were doing to him, yeah?

The turn of your mouth into that charming smile, the way your eyes shone when you got past a certain level or obtained something that you were looking for, the way you would actively get him his favorite snacks to bring back to him...

All of it was like you were standing in the middle of the stage of his life, and the more you spent time with him, the more you shared with him, the more of everything that is you, it was like another spotlight turned on and pointed directly at you.

He was Transfixed by you.

And you knew it too.

Leviathan is not a subtle demon, not even in the slightest, so when he kicks down the door to your room; recruiting you to his hunting party in a game, when he glares at his brothers when they stop you in your place and take away your time, it was one of the most obvious things in the world, seeing how much he wanted you around.

To be there, with him.

If you were being honest you felt flattered.

Charmed, even, perhaps you even felt a bit reciprocal?

You didn't perceive the depths of his growing obsession with you.

And how could you have?

You were just a human, in a land that was completely foreign to you, with beings that were not human.

Their lifespans ran so much deeper than yours, they felt things so much deeper than regular humans to.

And even to demons, Leviathan fixated.

He never let things go.

And you were no exception.

What was so long to you, many months, even a year and more in his presence, staying around him, was almost a breath for him, but even in that short span of time, he learned and memorized you as much as one did for TSL.

He knew about your favorite colors, your favorite treats, what you did when you were upset, little habits that you did that even you yourself didn't know.

He knew which of the shows you both shared which ones you liked better, what games you liked investing the most of your time in, what your favorite video game soundtrack is even if you yourself didn't pay much attention to those kinds of things.

You were the center of his world, and he hoped to become the center of yours as he inched slowly, ever so slowly to you.

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By the time that you both sat together in his tub bed, something you had been doing in the past for quite some time now, looking to each other, it was something that almost didn't come soon enough.

His gentle touch as he held your hand, the flush of his cheeks from shyness, his orange eyes looking to you, trained wholly on you as he swallowed.

" Levi?"

You couldn't help but trace your thumb on his hand, watching his whole self with curious eyes as his own fingers rubbed back to yours.

" H-Henry." He started softly as both of your eyes moved to your joined hands, " My Henry."

" Yes?"

" I... Love you."

You couldn't help the smile as your other hand came up and covered your mouth a little bit, almost to stifle your joy, not wanting to stop him from what he was doing.

" I-I know I'm just a yucky otaku! But... It just seems so perfect.

You are so perfect.

It's like you were meant for me."

He swallowed hard before his other hand went to yours so the both of them were holding it, desperate to keep you close to him, to just make sure you didn't slip away.

" I love you too Levi."

There was no other way for you to answer your best friend, someone you had spent so much of your time with, because it was true.

Your hand shifted from his own to his wrists before his arms.

He followed your lead and soon the both of you were locked in an embrace.

" Will you have me, My Lord of Shadows?" You asked with a small lilt of joy and slight joking in your voice in answer to his own pet name earlier.

His grip on you tightened so much you almost couldn't breathe, stealing your breath away, unable to see his face as it was buried in your neck.

" Forever."

#yandere leviathan #Obey me Levi #Obey me Leviathan #Yandere Obey Me #This is at the beginning of the Relationship #So not too Yandere #Please let me know if there should be any changes or if you liked it!#Hope you enjoyed!!

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firein-thesky · 8 months

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3 with wolfwood plsss 🥺❤️❤️

of course friend!! what a good one for him hehe you guys are good at picking these!!

thank you for your request!!

3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.

The sky above your heads is an endless trail of stars, pinpricks of light like small holes in the universe to let in light.

The fire is dying slowly, smoke curling lazily up into the air as the flames wane into ashes. The nights in the desert get cooler than you'd ever expect.

"You wanna hand me that water, sweetheart?" Nicholas asks.

You don't respond to him except to tip your chin up and away.

"Oh, I'm still getting the silent treatment?"

Not a word from you.

He sighs heavily, heaving himself up and wandering towards you. The canteen is beside you. If you were feeling worse, you'd swipe it away from him.

When he grabs it, his big hand comes into sight, and then he ducks his head a little to catch your eyes.

"What do I gotta do to get out of the doghouse?" He asks and he softens his voice a little, sweetens it.

When you turn away from him again, he moves to sit beside you. You move to stand and he snags you quick, "aw, c'mon," he croons, low and soft, getting his broad hands around your waist, squeezing a little to keep you in place. "What do I got to do, honey?"

"Let me make my own damn decisions." You snap, squirming in his hold.

It doesn't take much for him to heft you into his lap so you really can't get away. You're facing him, pushing against his chest fitfully. It does nothing; like a kitten trying to wriggle away.

"You were being reckless," he responds.

"You were being overprotective."

"So I'm in the doghouse now?" He asks, but he's nudging his nose into your jaw, down into your neck where you can feel the rasp of his stubble. You know what he's trying to do—you know he's trying to butter you up.

"Yes. Now, down boy—" you push at him again but he doesn't relent.

In fact, you can feel his smile against your pulse. You can feel the brush of his lips. A flash of teeth.

"I'm not apologizing for saving your ass." He tells you.

"Then I'm not talking to you." You reply stubbornly, even as you begin to melt into his big hands, kneading gently at your waist. His lips are warm against your throat. One of your hands tangles in the dark hair at the nape of his neck.

"There's plenty we can do without talking." He murmurs low and hot beneath your ear.

"Bastard," you curse, but it comes out more of a hiss, a little too breathy.

He lifts his face a little, nose brushing against yours. "Kiss me," he demands softly, dark eyes lidded and warm with his longing. The fan of his lashes tickles your cheeks.

You sink down into him and kiss him hard. You kiss him deep. Slow. You pull at his hair, perhaps a little meanly, perhaps just to spite him and the blossom of desire he stokes in you.

The kiss is open mouthed, dirtier than you're prepared for.

You squirm for entirely different reasons now.

"I'm still mad at you," you manage to murmur between slow, slick passes of your lips.

"Uh huh," Nicholas hums, hitching your hips tighter to his, smile crooked against your mouth, "you can stay mad at me, sweetheart."

When he kisses you again, it drags a soft, high sound out from somewhere deep within you. A sweet keen into the night.

Against your mouth, he murmurs, lips still hitched at the corners;

"You can stay mad at me all you want—I'll make it up to you."

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thank you for the request!! made me want to write more of him fjsklfkd

Send me a character and a kiss prompt and I'll write a blurb!

#thank you friend!!!#hope you enjoyed!!#cielo chats!#cielo plays!#cielo writes!#cielo's writing!

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writing-hat · 2 months

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Hi hat :)

why hello tornoleander! here's a snippet of the misfortune crew's story. just for you <3

He shifted, groaning when some of the pain in his head increased. He’d been hit pretty harshly. “So I could wish for my crew and cap’n back.” “Oh you could!” The monster cackled, displaying his abnormal teeth. “But don’t be surprised if they wake up at the bottom of the ocean, only to drown again.” He brought a hand to his chin, considering the options that the other could think of. “Then, you might want them to come back on my ship, where they would be slaughtered like cattle.” Flintlocke flinched, eyes big with fear, feeling the gold on his ear shaking at his sudden move. He didn’t want that. He never wanted something like that to happen to those he shared so many good memories with. He gritted his teeth, sweat quick to build on his forehead. “Then yer cursed wishes don’t do me any good.” “Hmm… Maybe. For now.” He crouched in front of him, grabbing Flintlocke’s chin between his thumb and finger to tilt his head upwards. “But think of it. You impressed me, earlier. I do think you deserve some kind of… pity, for it.” He chuckled. “I know your kind. You always ends up wishing for something at the end of the day.” For any answer, he moved his head out of the hold, glaring at the monster, before spitting at his boots. The other laughed, getting back up and walking to the back of the hold. Then the heavy footsteps disappeared, leaving the prisoner on his own, in complete silence- if one decided to ignore the noise the ropes made as the boat pitched. But this part of the ship was similar to a pit. There weren't any exit, aside the top. The one above Flintlocke. ...Had he just disappeared?

#WAHUAHUHAUHUAHUAUHUHA #I FUCKING LOVE WRITING FOR THIS CREW #those two are a 'enemies to best friends' trope and I'm having so much fun with it you have NO IDEA HEHE #oli tag #HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!#hat's fics #hat's words

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anawrites3 · 1 year

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For @poiverine 🥰 I know I'm a little late but I'm still thinking about shameless Slade you drew for this au and well... this just happened 🤗💕

Sladick royal au;

part 6, inspired by polv's amazing art;

You are not to display your feelings for each other with anyone around you. You are to stay close to your spouse throughout any social event but not to touch their bare hand, in matters different than greeting each other or dancing. Physical contact is intimate and other people must not have any insight on it. Any form of displaying your affections publicly is scandalous and humiliating for both sides.

Those were the rules. Dick knew all of them by heart, taught by Gotham's best tutors since the moment he came to live with Bruce – he spent years and years learning everything he could, to be a proper prince and not shame Bruce in any way by doing something stupid out of unawareness. And those, those particular rules were the most important, as not following them would shame his name so greatly that if it ever happened, Dick wouldn't be able to look anyone in the eye for the rest of his life. Not to even mention the disgrace it would bring Bruce.

Children are allowed any physical touch they need. Holding their hand, hugging, kissing their cheeks and forehead is allowed even with other people around you. You are allowed to display your feelings towards the members of your family in public, such as holding their bare hand and even hugging them briefly. Any possible suitor and later a spouse does not have those privileges towards you. Any possible intimate contact between you and your spouse is to happen when you are alone, in the privacy of your chambers.

No matter what Dick knew earlier, no matter what his parents taught him, those were the rules Dick must follow now, regardless of anything else. It was confusing and weird at first, to change his whole worldview so abruptly like that but it didn't take Dick long to learn and understand. Besides, learning that you can't display your affections openly was barely anything huge, compared with what Dick had to go through when his parents were killed.

Bruce helped him understand the rules. Helped him with everything and anything, really. With Bruce’s aid, Dick was able to see how displaying your affections, being intimate with your beloved was something to treasure, a moment meant to be adored and cherished by the two of you. It was a beautiful show of feelings and no one else should be a witness to it.

Dick himself never saw anyone break those rules but he heard enough of such cases. People, especially nobles, loved to talk – Dick knew that better than anyone because he was the one people talked about a lot. One of their favorite activities was gossiping about people who broke the rules and thanks to that he knew perfectly well how they treated those who were stupid or careless enough to do it. It was utterly unacceptable for Gotham's society, scandalous. It brought dishonor, made people look and openly point their fingers at you to laugh.

It was a sin in its own category.

Dick was always extremely careful to follow all the rules, like a proper prince he was. He made sure to wear gloves whenever his suitors greeted him with a kiss on the palm, was certain to never stand too close to them during any events. The further thing he ever did was let Roy press a kiss to his cheek when the prince came to tell him that he was leaving for his journey, and then another one to the palm of his bare hand but even then they were alone in the library. Dick was intent to never break those rules, to follow them for the rest of his life.

And then Slade Wilson came, barged really, into his life.

Slade, who grabbed his bare hand and brought it to his lips whenever he wanted, like it was something as natural as breathing to him. Slade, who wrapped his arm around Dick's waist and pressed him against his side as if Dick was... as if Dick was some whore he could parade around with. Slade, who... w-who leaned down and... and kissed him, right on the lips, with everyone around to see it happen.

Every time Slade did it, Dick could feel shame and humiliation burning in his chest painfully like a real fire would. Every time, Dick forced himself to stay still and just breathe, to let Slade do what he wished. He was sure the man just toyed with him, waiting for the moment he'll finally snap. Oh, how he wanted to loathe this man. How he wanted to hate Slade, for he took Dick away from his home, from his family, away from everything he knew. How he wanted to hate Slade for doing whatever he wanted with him, humiliating Dick day and day again. But he couldn't. He couldn't allow himself to do that.

Because Dick wouldn't be able to live like that, standing by the side of someone he loathed for the rest of his life. It would destroy him, like locking in a cage would do to a bird, and Dick wasn't going to give up like this. Even if Slade decided to humiliate them both by acting that way and breaking the rules, even if he treated Dick like nothing more than a plaything he wanted to show everyone around. No matter what Slade decided to throw at him, Dick intended to take every blow with dignity, as much as it was possible.

Dick chose this himself. He agreed to Slade's demands, agreed to marry him and live by his side in Defiance, aware of what it can bring. Aware of what Slade might choose to do with him. All to stop the war that was terrorizing them all for far too long. And Dick didn't regret doing it, not really. He couldn't regret saving all those lives, innocent lives that could've been lost in a pointless fight if he refused. Even if he had to sacrifice himself for it. Even if he has to endure all those painful humiliations. It was a small price to save thousands of their soldiers.

If his betrothed had been someone else, Dick would've been able to voice his objection right away. He would make it clear that he's not going to stand for being treated like that, that he won't allow Slade to touch him with all those people around, or even at all. But with becoming Slade's husband he will lose all his rights, all his privileges. He won't be Gotham's crown prince anymore, no, he'll become King Wilson's royal consort instead. Slade will have all the power over him, everything Dick will own will belong truly to Slade, everything he'll be allowed to do or have only because Slade'll agree to it. And Dick... Dick was simply too afraid to anger Slade by denying him, too afraid to see what punishment would await him for it. Would Slade forbid him writing to his family, forbid him visiting them? Would he lock Dick up, put him into a golden cage, and come see him only when he wished to be in his consort's company? Would he simply kill him and start the war again?

Dick didn't want to find out.

Because Slade Wilson was a cruel man. Dick didn't know him very well, in fact he only ever met him a few times before, during galas or other celebrations, but he didn't have to to know that fact. It was common knowledge, in fact. Everyone knew the tale about how Slade became Defiance's king, how he fought his way to the throne, brutally killing every person that got in his way. It wasn't how it happened in Gotham, with Bruce getting the crown from his father, who got it from his own father. No, Slade wasn't even of royal blood. Before he started ruling the country he was a mercenary – and the best one their world heard about at that. It's because of that, because of his merits, he received the lordship in the first place and became a figure on Defiance's court.

Because Slade didn't shy away from war and battle, always ready to fight whenever someone was willing to pay him handsomely for his effort. And now, when he left the mantle to take on the crown instead, he was still willing to battle everyone, to protect his country and make it thrive.

Bruce respected Slade because he would have to be a fool not to. Slade wasn't just a brute force, he was also a genius strategist whose plan always succeeded. He was a man feared by all, even those most powerful. A monster, able to kill with just a twitch of his hand.

Dick knew that all and he was well aware what he was getting into when he agreed to the letter where Slade demanded him in turn to end the war. He was aware why Bruce was so against the sheer idea of it. But Dick knew what his answer will be the moment he read the letter for the very first time. No matter how much he hated doing it, he wasn't going to let his people suffer from the war when he had a certain way to stop all the fighting.

Even if he had to suffer instead.

Sitting by the window in the chambers Slade had prepared for him for the time of his visit in Defiance, Dick remembered suddenly how whenever they were alone, Bruce never called Slade a king. 'Wilson', sometimes he even referred to him as 'Lord Wilson' but never as a king. In Bruce's eyes Wilson wasn't a proper ruler – he was a brute, a barbarian that cared only about himself and did whatever he wanted to do.

Dick huffed a humorless laugh at the thought. Perhaps that's why Slade was so shameless and didn't even care about breaking the rules.

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Then, Dick started to learn Defiance's culture properly.

He was going to live in Slade's country and so he preferred to know the rules and general manners that applied there. Slowly but surely he became more acquainted with Defiance's customs, with the way its people lived and thought – he gained the knowledge from every source possible, whether it was from the books in the royal library or simply from talking with people in the court.

One of the first things he learned was that... no one here cared if you kissed your spouse in a room full of people. Well, that one he actually learned before getting to any books; meeting Apollo and Midnighter was interesting and maybe even a bit... traumatizing at first for him. It was all so much different from what Dick knew that the idea alone almost made him dizzy. To think that displaying his affections in public didn't sow disgust all around, that people actually encouraged it and cheered when you did... it was a lot to take in, no matter how long Dick thought about it.

Almost all his life, all those years he spent in Gotham by Bruce's side, he was teached that showing affection openly was like a crime. That's what he believed was right and he followed those rules naturally, even after arriving in Slade's country. He just... well, he just assumed that the rules in Defiance were the same as in any other country he visited before, because they all applied in Star, in Jump, even in Atlantis as well. That made Dick even more eager to learn about Defiance's customs, because it was so much different from everything Dick knew.

But it also made Dick look at Slade differently. It made him realize that the man wasn't trying to humiliate him with his affections, he did it because his people took pride in showing off their beloved ones. And while Dick was certain that Slade did take some sick kind of pleasure from all his blushing, stuttering and hitched breaths, it wasn't exactly entirely ill-natured. It was probably what Slade was raised with and for him it was absolutely natural so he kissed Dick without a second thought, even if it made Dick want to crawl into the ground at times.

People of Defiance simply loved to display their affections in public, loved to proudly show everyone around just how happy their beloved ones made them. At least that's what the books said. It was... it was actually kind of nice, in theory.

...that still didn't make actually doing it, letting Slade do it, any easier. Slade's touch, his easy kisses that happened with other people around still made him want to jerk away from his grip as humiliation burned into him; still made his heart thump painfully against his ribcage while he blushed so hard that even his neck and shoulders turned red. It didn't matter if people around them clapped and smiled, it'll take Dick a really long time to actually get used to it.

But he had time to do it, didn't he? After all, he'll spend the rest of his life by Slade's side. And it was... it was better to know all that and just be embarrassed over the affections, than to feel the shame and horror of breaking the rules that in reality weren't even there. It was much better that way and Dick will get used to it one day.

[Masterlist of the au]

He was just glad Bruce didn't have to see any of it.

Thank you for reading!! 💕 Hope you liked it 👉👈

#i have #so many wips of this #i was starting it over and over again because i wanted to tell this story in so many different ways and i couldn't choose 🤣#i even have one from Slade's pov #but i had fun while writing it so its okay #well it took me way longer this way but meh xD i still had fun #hope you enjoyed!!#also #what do you guys think meeting Midnighter and Apollo was like??#😏👀#let me know haha im curious!#sladick #sladick royal au #my writing

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presentmicscocksleeve · 2 years

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Idk if it was an ask game but would you be willing to fill out the yandere sheet with one for Mic and one for Aizawa?

It wasn't intending it to be, but I'll fuck with it!

{Full credit of the scale: @blughxreaders }

#These were filled out as my yandere hcs and yall have the right to disagree 🤷‍♀️#except Hizashi's breeding kink and Aizawa's Predator/Prey kink you cant disagree thats canon /J #yandere present mic #yandere aizawa #Hope you enjoyed!!

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frozenhi-chews · 8 days

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This is the self insert/OC fairy. 🌼🧚‍♀️When you get this in your ask box, please tell us 3 facts about your S/I or OC and pass it around. Let's learn about each other's S/Is/OCs! 🌈🌷

AYEEEOOOO9 WE'RE GONNA HAVE SOME PANCAKE LORE TIME!!!

1. I use the same self insert in every self ship AU. It's always Pancake. Even if she looks completely different, it's still her. I wouldn't necessarily just call her a self insert, she is most definitely a persona of mine.

Also she's a necromancer for different reasons and in different ways depending on the AU, whether I want to tie it back to Leave Death to the Professionals. If it's tied back to Leave Death, she's a necromancer demigod with a connection to Skittles. If it's not, then she became a necromancer by other means. Regardless, she can still talk to the dead.

AUs where it's not tied to Leave Death would be Wheatcake (Portal 2), Panthur (Mystery Skulls Animated), and Starcake (Undertale Yellow). They all have their own ways of Pancake as a necromancer.

Meanwhile if it's connected to Leave Death, she's got some nasty religious trauma. She still has some outside of Leave Death, but it's even worse with death and Skittles involved

2. Pancake eats batteries. Straight-up batteries. Doesn't matter the AU, doesn't matter how or where. Batteries are one of her favorite snacks. In fact, it's kinda healthy? She has acid blood (which tastes like sour candies too) and the acid from the batteries keeps that acid stronger. Especially since she's half terrorvant, and thus her blood is less acidic than her dad's

3. She has the jaw strength to crunch through someone's bones as if they were carrots. Pancake disarms a lot of people this way by biting off their arms in battle. Essentially what you wanna do is not have her jump on you, because once that happens, you might as well say bye-bye to your arms.

She also eats the arms whole in front of her opponent as a psychological attack. She has the inner jaws to do so. Oh, speaking of jaws, her teeth are single plates. There's no individual teeth (aside from her fake tooth). They're all plates that have an absurd sharpness and strength. Don't test her didndidj

#hope you enjoyed!!#cake asks #pancake aesthetic

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anemodaycare · 11 months

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Hello! I am Kit and I would like a matchup, I would like a genshin cg, please! if that's not too much! I regress from 0-3, so I need a more attention-giving caregiver, I love lil cute adult pacis! Espec deco pacis! I DESPISE loud, unexpected noises, I think that I am a decently sweet person, though I have my moments in and out of littlespace, (Like everyone!). Im a bit of a handful while small (Meaning I need a more patient cg), I have scribbled on the walls before and had to get it off before somebody in my house saw it. Speaking of scribbling and drawing- those are some of my fav activities when little! I love just letting my creativity flow out in little doodles I make. Thats all I can think of at the moment, thank you! and have a nice day!

Hi Kit!! Thank you for requesting a matchup :)

I think your caregiver would be...

Venti!

For starters!

He is an energetic man. He will absolutely match your energy if needed-

AND he'd be able to pay extra special attention to you!

Handful is his middle name after all

He's a very silly bard, he has the absolute best stories!

And while he might be a little upset with you for scribbling on the walls

It took a lot of restraint for Venti to not sit down next to you and begin to draw with you

He makes sure to get you more coloring books and sketchpads for the next time

If you're willing to share your doodles with him (or Archon's bless, give him some) he'll compliment you!

"My, my! Little one, look at how creative you are!"

"I've got a little artist on my hands, don't I?"

In the case of you giving him some scribbles, you can guarantee that he carries those with him

They're very special to him! They come from you after all!

He's very affectionate with you!

If you're not too keen on touches, he'll stick to words of affirmation

As for your dislike of loud noises

He's with you on that one

Venti will try his best to not make any unexpected, loud noise around you

And if he knows something will be loud, he'll warn you!

He's an absolute sweetheart

I can see him trying his hand at making you a special deco-paci

He's not the best at that, but it's the thought that counts!

(he gets you one commissioned later)

#sfw agere #fandom agere #agere matchups #genshin agere #agere venti #hope you enjoyed!!

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velidewrites · 2 years

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(This is for the drabble thing) Sunflower!

Sunflower: Part I | Elucien Drabble

Word Count: 1.2k

Note: As you can probably tell from the title, this will be a 2-part drabble (because Elucien and flowers is a duo that will always hold a special place in my heart). Thank you, lovely Anon, for submitting this prompt! Hope you enjoy the early stages Elucien, fluffy banter and Elain being a bit of a brat (as she should be).

Lucien was leaving again.

To the Continent, Feyre had told her the night before. Emissary business.

To do what, exactly, Elain did not know. She had not asked.

She’d wanted to, of course. Lucien and her had been making…progress, lately. A few sentences, exchanged here and there, jokes even, though Elain had still been wary enough to keep her distance. Not wary of him, though—Lucien was a good male and he’d never given her a reason to think he couldn’t be trusted.

It was her feelings she couldn’t trust.

He’d awoken some…primal, animal side of her that she had no idea existed. But whenever he was near, she would put all of her energy to fight the urge to protect, to touch, to taste—

She shook her head, trying to make the thoughts dissipate from her mind as she felt familiar heat rise through her, as it always would at a mere thought of him. She didn’t know what to make of it—it was a strange, all-consuming feeling but…she liked it. Perhaps a little too much.

She looked out the window of the sitting room. He had promised to come over to say goodbye. He wouldn’t be gone for long, she knew that, but…something restless dwelled in her chest at the idea of not being able to see him whenever she pleased.

Elain almost rolled her eyes at her own thoughts. Usually, it had been men pining over her, not the other way around. But Lucien—

She shot up from her seat, feeling a tug on the golden thread woven deep within her soul. He was here.

The thread was yet another foreign thing she’d began to get used to. She knew it was their bond, coming to life when the other was near. She remembered the first time she’d felt it, odd yet pleasant as it fulfilled a hollowness in her chest she didn’t know she had. Gleaming, gold and bright. Like sunshine.

She had asked Feyre about it then, hoping to hear the strange tug was nothing of significance, nothing to do with the bond she had never asked for in the first place.

Why do you ask? Feyre had asked, blue-grey eyes shining with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

I felt it, Elain had answered.

Feyre had done nothing to contain the excitement on her face. It’s the mating bond, Elain, making itself known. Reminding you of the connection, the bridge between your souls.

She’d hated it back then, hated the idea of being confined to another in such a deep, meaningful way without having a say.

Only she hadn’t realised she did have a say. She had the freedom to look towards the other end of that bridge, and to decide if she wanted to cross it. Elain had decided it wouldn’t hurt to have a look.

So far, she did not regret it.

Especially not as Lucien, tall and handsome to the point Elain thought had been unfair to all the other males, entered the room, smile spreading over his face as his eyes met hers.

“My lady,” he said, offering a deep, ridiculously excessive bow in a greeting, making Elain giggle in response. Lucien straightened, cocking his head at the sound, and she could have sworn little flames dances in his russet eye as it fixed on her face.

She approached, reaching out her hand with a coy smile. He took it gently, bringing it to his lips, and she felt heat rise through her body once again at the whisper of a kiss. “My lord,” she teased back, and Lucien grinned in return.

She enjoyed this, she decided as they settled on soft, blue armchairs by the fireplace. Lucien’s presence invoked a different side of her, one that she’d been expected to stifle for as long as she could remember. With him, she could be what she’d always wanted—playful, seductive, free of any restraint. Maybe she’d always had those qualities inside of her. They just needed to be brought out.

Lucien, to his credit, was doing an excellent job at that.

“How much time do we have?” she asked, and his brows furrowed in confusion. “Before you have to leave,” she clarified.

Eyes of russet and gold, studied her face in quiet admiration. “Not long enough,” he only said.

Oh.

“I see,” she murmured, feeling her cheeks flush with heat at his words.

The corners of Lucien’s mouth twitched. “Have you already grown bored of my presence, my lady?”

She huffed a laugh, slapping his hand playfully. “You know that’s not what I meant,” she said. Lucien chuckled, and something about the sound made her want to play a little more. “Though,” she began, “it has only been two minutes. I give it about five more before I am forced to entertain myself otherwise.”

His eyes flashed with challenge. “Trust me, my lady, when I say I can be very entertaining.”

Her stomach flipped in response, sending a flutter down her core, and Elain bit her bottom lip. Lucien noticed, as his russet eye darkened following the movement.

Touch him, smell him, taste him—

“So what is the purpose of your trip, exactly?” she instead asked, unable to find any other words.

His eyes travelled back to hers, that dark flame fading out, telling her just how much he was dreading this journey.

“It’s mostly diplomatic work,” he explained. “Some of the human kingdoms have been growing restless, after everything that happened with Briallyn a few months ago. Rhysand wants someone to assure them our alliance stands.” He sighed. “So I will be going to Montesere for a couple of weeks.”

Elain perked up at the word. “Montesere?”

Lucien’s brow lifted in confusion. “Yes. Why?”

She smiled. “I’ve always wanted to travel there. Even when I was human and terrified of Faerie lands,” she added jokingly.

His head tilted in curiosity. “How come? I don’t want to disappoint you, my lady, but Montesere isn’t particularly exciting. It’s mostly miles of fields and crops. The country thrives on agriculture.”

Elain nodded. “I know that. It’s just…they grow sunflowers.” She almost laughed as his brows furrowed. “We don’t have them here, in Prythian. Or the human lands. They’re particularly rare because they require a very specific type of soil, and—“ she paused, realising Lucien was gaping at her with an emotion she couldn’t quite discern. “You must think it’s stupid.”

He blinked, as if her comment snapped him back to reality. “No. It’s not stupid at all.”

“They’re just flowers,” she said.

Lucien shook his head. “Never let anyone demean your passion, Elain, especially yourself. Hearing you talk about something you love is like…basking in sunlight. Feeling warmth spread through your body and breathing fresh air. It makes me want to be there right next to you, getting elbows-deep in whatever soil it is sunflowers need.”

She could only gawk at him, feeling awe and gratitude flood over her, bringing tears into her eyes. “I would love to do that,” she whispered. “Get elbows-deep in soil and plant them with you.”

Lucien's eyes flickered with uncompromising will. "Then I'll bring sunflowers back to you, Elain. I will bring back the entire field, if you'd like."

She scanned his face as he watched her, and once again, she felt a familiar tug on her chest. Both Elain and Lucien smiled as that golden threat between them wrapped around their souls, pulling them together, shining brighter than ever before.

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cakeinthevoid · 9 months

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@whumpkinpie hello! I have written more because Carrie and WIllow have captured my writing brain. welcome to my first ever tag list bwahaha

See prompt/part 1 here: the link

Part 2 — Asleep (Call Me Up — Luna Luna)

The sun had just disappeared behind the mountains when the speaker finally died. The warning trills had been ringing in advance, but Carrie couldn’t bring themself to break the calm late afternoon tranquility that had befallen their little porch. And thus Carrie tried to savour the moment until its most definite end—hoping that those extra few minutes could bring some more much needed peace to Willow.

After the soft vocals were abruptly cut off, Carrie expected Willow to start and disappear deeper into the house—hopefully to their room and not on the cold floor near the stairs.

Getting up and gathering their various items (glass, blanket, speaker, phone—), Carrie was quietly surprised to see Willow in the same position against the wall inside: one leg bent with their elbow resting on their knee—except now their head was tilted to the side.

They had fallen asleep.

And so close to Carrie. Were they finally feeling safe around them?

Carrie redoubled their efforts to stay quiet as they carried their items inside, stepping awkwardly over the cooler that was both holding the door open and partially blocking their path.

After getting everything in order and carefully dragging the cooler back to the kitchen, Carrie returned to the porch exit with a soft blanket.

Willow was still out like a light, remarkably. They were a very light sleeper and Carrie had fully anticipated the scraping of the beat plastic cooler on the hardwood floor would be the thing to wake them up. And yet they slept.

And, well, if they were sleeping so well here, why would Carrie force them awake just to move them upstairs? They were resolutely ignoring the consequences of sleeping in such a position on hard surfaces in favour of preserving the most peaceful look on their face that they had ever seen.

Carrie came close and gently laid down the light blanket on Willows wiry figure, holding their breath. When they didn’t shift, Carrie exhaled a silent breath of relief. Then they backed away into the kitchen to cook dinner.

While the chicken was in the oven, Carrie set about finishing household chores and finding the speaker charger. All the while, they thought of music.

#adding a song link because the VIIIBEEEE #the crickets at the end of the song... yessss... YESSSSSS #also I have no title for this yet #very open to suggestions #also very open to other prompts/tropes to include in this #sure I have some inkling on where to take this but I'd love to include what people want to see #if it fits of course we'll see #so uhhh #i'm going to tag it with oc names for now since I don't have a title #Carrie #Willow #don't think those are gonna change #maybe pronouns will. although I like the they/them for both since they game from simple caretaker and whumpee characters #I'd like to make it easy for readers to imagine whoever they want in their place #so I'm not going to be describing their looks #unless y'all want me to?????#regardless #hope you enjoyed!!#I've queued the next part for tomorrow morning :)#recovery #recovery whump

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shotgunningtheuniverse · 2 years

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dnf thought fresh out of the weird slightly radioactive swamp of my mind:

dream throwing himself dramatically into george’s arms and being all giggly about when he ends up being held + trying to kiss his cheek. even better if it’s pre relationship and we have dnf go “haha i am feeling normal things about this :)”

Yay! An ask, let’s gooo!

“George, George,” Dream called dramatically, “I’m going to faint, catch me.”

Of course against his usual nature, George actually does jog quickly towards Dream as he makes his dramatized downward descent, and catches him. Unfortunately for George, this means his legs give out and he falls with Dream’s torso leaned against his lap.

Dream laughs, a bit surprised George had even put in the effort to try and catch him, “my savior, you saved me George.”

“Whatever idiot,” George rolled his eyes, his hand betraying him as it settled on Dream’s shoulder, almost possessively.

They stay there, saying nothing, Dream looks up at George, seeing him from a new angle. His jawline seems sharper, and Dream can feel George breathing as his stomach rises and falls.

George is looking at something else, the hand on his shoulder subconsciously moving to run through Dream’s hair. Dream’s eyes flutter as George plays with his hair.

Dream takes in more details, the small freckles, a small scar on his nose, how his cheekbones seemed ever so slightly more obvious, the way his lips were so smooth from his lip balm, how George’s lower lip jutted out and how his cupid bow dipped into his wide lips. And maybe Dream should be under George more often if this was how good he looked from below.

Where did that thought come from? Dream shook his head mentally, clearing it. He shifted his gaze back to George’s cheeks, a soft sunburn on the top, a small freckle just right to kiss.

George glanced down at Dream, smiling warmly, silently urging Dream to sit up higher on his lap with a hand. Obeying Dream shifted, looking down at the Tiktok George was showing him; unable to really take the video in, George’s face was so close to his.

Leaning against George’s chest Dream felt his heartbeat thrumming from his throat, he let his shoulders deflate. The sound was relaxing, George’s hand settled back in Dream’s hair, gently scratching his head. George’s bare skin was right against his cheek and without really thinking he kissed it.

George’s hand stopped carding through Dream’s hair, making Dream stifle a tired whine. “Dream?”

Realizing what he’d done Dream was quick to attempt and backtrack, “I didn’t mean- well- I wasn’t- it was a reward, for catching me,” Dream finished lamely, accepting his punishment.

George’s hand travelled down Dream’s face, holding his cheek, making him face George. “Oh? A reward?”

“Yeah, just a little reward. Yeah, that’s all.” Dream doubled down, ignoring his heart trying to break out of his chest.

“Then I guess I’ll could give you a reward for being the best person I could ever ask to be my friend?” George asked curiously.

Dream could only look up at him helplessly, at his hot best friend, “yeah, of course,” he said with as much false confidence as he could muster.

George smiled, “good,” and then he kissed Dream, on the lips; and Dream learned, George was good at this. He had complete control, even as Dream kissed back, and oh god he kissed him back.

George broke it off, leaving Dream with lips covered in spit and a craving for more. “That was a good reward, thanks for being such a great friend.”

And for some reason the word “friend” hurt, “uh, I think I have some editing to do, I’ll talk to you later. Yeah, uh, see you. George.” Choking words out, Dream fled from the living room into the safety of his own room. He was so fucked.

#hope you enjoyed!!#long post #dnf #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #this was fun to write #great ask #blunttalks #bluntwrites

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firein-thesky · 7 months

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Can I ask for Fae Kaeya for the monster ask if its not too late pls? With Kaeya as the monster if you don't mind~💙🧊

ohh anon fae kaeya!!! how awful and beautiful he'd be!!

Fae!Kaeya

cw: alcohol consumption

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The night roars to life with revelry and debauchery. Flames lick high into the dark sky, reaching for the stars. Drums thud and echo around your chest— dark, old music that reverberates around inside you.

You have been careful to avoid food and drink for the evening.

You know to eat or drink from the hand of a fae is nothing short of a death sentence for a mortal like you—whether you have worked with their magic or not. You know of nothing that could undo the curse of the fae. You have no talismans to protect you from it. Only your own wit against theirs, only your own intuition and will.

They do make it tempting.

Long, glorious tables in candlelight, out in the grove of autumn trees, overflowing with the best food you'd ever seen in your entire life. Fruits gleaming and perfectly ripe, bursting with color and juice. Bread still steaming when torn open. Meat that smells rich or sweet or spiced. Your mouth waters at the sight, at the smell of all of it.

You are careful not to look too long at it. You can feel it's unearthly pull. You can feel your stomach cramp with hunger, even if you'd eaten right before you came.

"Hungry?" Purrs a voice to your right. You turn. You'd know it anywhere. He's been haunting your dreams.

"Kaeya," you say in greeting, guarded, and careful. You take a step away from him.

The worst fae to you by far—so charming he makes your head spin, and twice as beautiful, too. Striking and devilish. Too alluring to resist the curve of his sharp smile or the brilliance of his star-blue eye. Worse than that, the fae that you have borrowed magic from before. You're tethered to him, in some horrible, monumental way.

"Don't sound so excited to see me," he teases. The goblet of wine in his hand, adorned with rings and jewels, clink against each other musically. And then he smiles because he knows. "Do I make you nervous?"

Your heart must've given it away.

"No," you respond sharply, "you irritate me."

He hums but the gleam in his eyes tells you he knows differently.

"Thirsty, then, perhaps?" He offers his wine glass to you now.

The liquid inside is plum dark. Sweet smelling. Tempting.

"My brother makes the finest wines in all the land, dark as rubies or light as the stars. Tastes as good, too. Wouldn't you like to try?"

"I'm no fool, Kaeya." You respond, finally leaning away from the pull. Of him. Of the wine.

"No," he agrees sweetly, "I suppose I'll have to be craftier."

Now, he takes a sip himself. A deep pull, throat working, until you realize he's going to finish the whole cup. Some escapes from the corners of his mouth, slips down the bend of his jaw, down onto his neck, trailing down his bare chest.

You watch the trail of it down his body. You swallow hard.

When he pulls the goblet away, his lips are berry red and he wipes at his mouth.

"Perhaps you're interested in a taste of something else." He muses, smile turning knowing and wolfish.

Heat rips through you. Your face explodes with it. With your embarrassment.

"Leave me alone, you devil." You turn sharply away from him, to storm off, or to leave entirely, you don't know. To get away from him.

His laugh curls around you, warm and amused.

"I'll have you yet, darling!"

"In your dreams!" You bark back over your shoulder.

"Oh, every night!"

You fight the urge to scream. You turn your face towards the sky, watch as the moon climbs higher and higher. This has only just begun.

When you glance back to Kaeya, he is gone, and all you find is other fae laughing and dancing and—touching. Holding each other.

You let out a harsh breath.