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vinaity · 4 years
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Not to be a degenerate or anything but I want yandere mccree to make me grind on his leg til I cum and then spank me for gettin his pants all wet with my pussy 😖😖😖😖 I’m so so sorry I’ll leave now
bitch me too 😳🤤 especially if he used one of those pussy paddles omg 🤤😳🥵
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yanderart · 4 years
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I want levi to step on me. that’s it. that’s the ask. ☺️ Also the shinsou Snapchat picture is so good 👀
First of all, ya valid. I might not be into AoT currently, but Levi used to be one of my faves 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️
And thank you !!! I'll probably draw more social media au/fluffier things in the future too, since others seem to like it and it's nice to de-stress from my more "serious" portraits from time to time
(btw if anyone has any requests or suggestions for these type of fanarts, dont hesitate to send them 💌💕)
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sluttbuttsstuff · 3 years
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Bat!narancia, courtesy of @dark-side-blog2 and @eevwrites his designs a little off. Oh well, I'll just have to draw more >:3
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eevwrites · 3 years
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No one:
Absolutely no one:
@eevwrites : *Fangirls over @captainmcslashypaws
I am the Paws’ number one supporter and fan. Slashy is ok too ig...
I jest, Slashy is a wonderful wonderful writer and human being. Their work inspired me to write for yan Levi. They deserve so much love and support. I will continue simping. 😤
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yanyandereyan · 3 years
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McCream????? @eevwrites
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vinaity · 4 years
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OH MY GOD NOW EEV FOLLOW ME THIS IS LIKE THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE FIRST @yanderart AND NOW @eevwrites I’M GONNA CRY
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yanderart · 4 years
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As the next installment in my bnha yandere pov series, I decided to fill a vampire!shouto request I got a while back (and thanks anon for the brain juice 🖤)
Below the cut is a little one-shot I wrote based on the portrait (todoroki x reader, 1.2k words, dark themes), so feel free to read it if it interests you~
   People like Shouto, you had come to learn from the source, took until they had no more to take. You had been warned of vampires like him before, the ones who were not content with just drinking and had to mark, had to own and consume. To them, humans were not just blood bags, but pets too.
    But you looked so lovely with his hands around your throat, he loved to tell you while caressing the puncture mark of his fangs, his fingers closing around you like an improvised collar.  
   Even if you had both entered an agreement at first, a set of rules put into place for your comfort and safeguard (humans might’ve been a commodity in your world at that point, but that didn't mean you weren't a costly one), soon enough you were quick to realize those same rules held little importance in the eyes of your somber creature.
    What had started as an exchange of blood for monetary compensation, a bargain you had shamefully entered out of pure necessity, had morphed with the passing of weeks. When he started worldlessly demanding more, silently coaxing you out of things you had never thought you’d be willing to give.
    This is okay, he’d say before latching again to your wounds, his tongue lapping at the blood trickling down while his eyes fixated on your pained expression. He should’ve stopped drinking, the numbness from blood loss quickly settling, but he hadn’t.
   This is okay, he repeated as he pushed, as he kept taking. 
   And you believed him.  
   He told you of his old life in detail while the forceful bond between you two grew, his attention suffocating you while he lingered despite having had his fill already. Between opened wounds and a pensive stare that never left your side, he would retell you his origins, the path that lead to his awakening, to the hunger he could not rid himself of now no matter how much he tried.
   A runaway noble who had fought against a preconceived fate, against the notion of what he was supposed to be, against parental pressure and the boot of a man who mistook obedience for affection. 
   “I’m sorry that happened to you”, you’d reply every single time, at a loss for his need to keep retelling the same story time and time again, “Ownership is not love, never will be.”
   And he stared at you so peculiarly then, not articulating a retort but hinting at his thoughts with a clouded stare.    
He had daddy issues, in other words. And mommy issues too, judging by the way his face would nuzzle against your chest as he asked you to keep combing through his hair. He was satiated, drank until you felt dizzy and frail, but refused to leave so you could go on with your life. Instead, he now seemed to dread letting you live without the shadow of his company.
   Although you think it was partly your fault as well, how the situation had no doubt escalated with time. Because as much as you scoffed, as you belittled the vampire inwardly, you couldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel just as intoxicating to be needed, to be remembered in a place where people like you were just another luxury for the upper class, another object for the rich to feast upon before tossing aside like playthings.
   Just a pretty little human, you’d been called your whole life. Blood bag, meal ticket, and much more unsavory terms. And yet in his arms, you couldn’t help but feel like you were of importance. 
   It filled your heart with a twisted sense of pride, to see a hunger crawling into Shouto's eyes that far outgrew the base desire of blood. To feel hands that crept up your sides as he fed, fingers that slid down your shirt and caressed your skin in a way most unbefitting of a strictly professional relationship.   
  To feel him grind against you, hands bruising as they gripped you, the rumble of his moans resonating deep within you, the weight of his words numbing your mind as they coaxed your body into returning his need with a necessity almost as alarming.
  Yet what had started with him just lightly fondling you between meals had also quickly transformed, Shouto taking advantage of the validation he knew you sought too, of the glimmer in your eyes whenever he praised you for being such a pretty little thing, and such an obedient one too.
  His appointments became more frequent, his carefulness slipping as your phone buzzed with dozen of texts and calls, of new demands and new rules, new terms of a business partnership which sounded less and less business-related as time went on.
  He started by demanding even more of your time, had the status to make sure you were available to him every second of every day, willing and waiting for his arrival.
   "You don't need to work anymore", he convinced you while he nuzzled your neck, his arms holding you more like a lover than a mere meal, and his voice dripping with an urgency far more telling, "anything you want, I'll provide."
  And soon enough, that too delved into convincing you of leaving behind your place, of moving into his luxurious house. He was your only worry now, the only thought worth preoccupying yourself with, and it was a matter of time before that too mutated, his need to own you full-heartedly becoming even more apparent.
   His tongue stopped darting against the wounds his fangs opened, seeking to heal, and stopped nursing the bruises his too eager hands created in the height of his feedings. All of your body became a canvas of his work, a testament to his artistry, and judging from his wondrous stares you wondered if he didn't consider you his masterpiece. 
You hadn't commented on it, because he had taken advantage of your lack of expertise, of your lack of knowledge about vampire-human etiquette, and the alarming lack of decorum exhibited by him every step of the way. 
   However, you also were smart enough to notice how he started handpicking the places for his ministrations. He went from your wrists to your neck, to the expanse of your stomach… and now your thighs, your chest, your hips. He smiled as he marked you, telling you it was better to change places before your veins became too abused by his constant prodding (and, certainly, not ever commenting on how it could all be solved if he just closed the injuries he opened himself, instead of leaving you wounded and weakened).
   He would press his nose against the crook of your neck, drunk on your scent as well as your blood, and urge you to keep running your fingers through his locks.
   His lifeline, he called you with a tinge of urgency, a heat that unnerved you as much as it fascinated you.
  How intoxicating it was to feel wanted, so enrapturing that you hadn’t realized just how much you were willing to compromise.
Even when you stopped needing the money, when you became dependent on his charity altogether, all of that became secondary. A red flag so blurred it blended against the scarlet liquid dripping down your skin.  
   Even as his blood-covered mouth crushed against your own in a staggering kiss, even as you felt the taste of your own life entering your mouth and sliding down your throat.
   Even as his hands discarded your clothing, demanding, overwhelming, and he guided and persuaded you until you were no more than pliant dough in his hand, his to take and his to mold.
   While he had an eternal hunger for blood to keep him company, Shouto had conditioned a different kind of need to be awakened in you. A kind of overwhelming need, a longing you did not understand but felt.
  And one only he could satiate.
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And special thanks to @reinawritesbnha, @snappysnapo, @eevwrites and @thermaflute for hyping me to hell and back and helping me through the process. Y’all are amazing and motivate the hell outta me :,)
🥀 Requests/Suggestions OPEN 🥀
And, as always, click on the image for the HQ version 🖤
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yanderart · 4 years
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"Told you not to move, didn't I?"
And even with his hand wrapped around yours, the spread of ice consuming you, it was still the intensity of his gaze that which frightened you the most.
lmao look at me being all poetical and ish
🥀Requests OPEN 🥀
anyways, yandere!todoroki really be hitting differently as a concept so... hopefully y'all like my depiction 🖤
And this fanart is dedicated to my wondrous pal @eevwrites who wrote a delicious one shot based on this (pls go check it out on her blog if you're interested, she's amazing!).
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yanderart · 4 years
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"You must think I'm a damn fool."
And he was right. To think you could outrun him and be free at last, what a ludicrous thought.
A significantly more sinister overwatch portrait this time around. Based on an amazing yandere fic by @eevwrites, which I recommend to anyone wanting to have a very angsty yet enjoyable time 🖤
Click image for hd version btw~
🥀 requests OPEN 🥀
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yanyandereyan · 3 years
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Kandi I made for @eevwrites >:3 luv u man
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eevwrites · 3 years
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✨🌸COMMISSIONS🌸✨
Hey! so I've gotten some people asking if I'd ever do commissions and well, now I am. So! Here are the details.
CURRENT SLOTS AVAILABLE : 4
🌸PRICING🌸
The way I've decided to price my coms is $1 per 100 words, so that means a 1k fic will be $10, a 2k fic will be $20 and so on and so forth.
If you com two fics from me at a time, I'll give a 10% discount on the total price.
🌸RULES FOR COMMISSIONING🌸
Any commissions I write must adhere to what I state I will and will not write in my RULES.
I will only take 4 commissions at a time. When all four slots are filled I will not take commissions anymore until another opens.
I'm putting a limit of 2 slots per person per time commissioning. It's just fair that way.
I will write x Reader fics or x OC fics, I will NOT however, write character x character.
🌸HOW TO COMMISSION🌸
If you want to commission me you have two options.
1- You can PM me on Tumblr on this account
2- You can email me at [email protected]
When you send these first messages, I ask you include 4 things, The character(s) you want me to write for, whether it is an x reader or x oc fic, how many words, and any kinks you would like in it, if any at all.
The first message should look something like this
Hey Eev,
I was wondering if I could commission you for a 2k Hawks x Reader fic with breeding kink, overstimulation and sex toys? Thanks!
After I receive the first message I’ll see if it’s something I’m comfortable writing, and if it is I’ll send you paypal info and a couple of questions regarding the fic. some may include: do you want me to send this to you privately or can I post it, Is there anything specific you want in terms of plot for the fic, ect.
Once you’ve paid and answered that email, Ill message you in conformation, give you estimate on how long it will be until it’s done, and start working!
Ill keep you updated during the process of writing. 
Well thats it! Happy commissioning everyone!
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yanderart · 4 years
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WOAH WOAH WOAH. THAT MASTERPIECE OF A JESSE MCCREE FACE WAS INSPIRED BY MY FIC???? BRO IM LEGIT HONORED, I JUST FOUND YOU SCROLLING THROUGH THE JESSE MCCREE HASHTAG. IM GLAD MY PIECE INSPIRED YOU TO MAKE THE JESSE LISA MY DUDE. pls may i reblog the full picture once it’s done 😖👉👈
OMG I'D BE HONORED SIS. After i read the first parts of apple pie (which btw I recommend bc ITS SO GOOD) i felt like sketchy evil cowboy mccree. you really did the thing!! I still have to pick a background and all so it might take me a few days 🤧 but YOUR IMPACT. Also imma give u credit too ofc 😙💕
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yanyandereyan · 3 years
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@eevwrites hit one of my rocks in animal crossing and won’t admit it >:( CANCEL HER!
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