#reqested

[pevensiesimagines]

Hey, could you write an image where Edmund and the reader are together in the Cair Paravel library and Ed`s taking helpful notes for Peter for his business meeting, but then Ed suggests going to his room as a thunderstorm is coming and he's kinda uncomfortable by it so he'd rather go in his room instead? Some fluff, romance and sweet declarations?

Hi!

Not sure if that's what you meant but here you go ;)

#ask #reqested #requests are closed #request

[roamwa]

KENMAN KENMAN PLEASE KENMAN I NEED IT PLEASEPLEASE PLEASEPLASLESLLRL

Yesss, after already getting 5 request for Kenman I can finally feed you

I drew with my younger brother's pencils, so it's not very professional😂

Here's the sketch and an extra

#south park #my fanart #sketch #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #sp kenman #reqest #drawing

[averageludwig]

Can you draw Gabriel for MLB wearing this??? <_<

unbelievable. why would you think i would ever EVER draw this vile vile man wearing such a slutty dress. this is just absurd. (saracasm)

(i had fun) (a ton)

#miraculous lb #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous ladybug #mlb #gabriel agreste #fuck you gabriel agreste #I love him #when i saw this request I felt genuine happiness like no other #I JUST DIDNT EXPECT A GABRIEL REQEST BURIED UNDER ALL THOSE TF2 ONES #which is good btw I am happy #art #fanart #averiart

[poisonedprose]

hii i saw that thing about you guys being ashamed about thinking of leon using a knife on you and then you said “i am even more ashamed to admit how many times ive almost written this”

please you literally need to write something like oh my god the way you write stuff is amazing and im sure that if you did write something like that it would be so good and sheet grabbing even if it’s something short 𖦹☆

₊˚✧ slice — in which leon fucks you with his knife after work

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 1k words, smut, @spideychai i know you dont read much smut but it only felt right to tag you, inspired by this post, pet names (princess, love, good girl, slut), curse words, pwp, kinda ooc, bit of sadism, bit of dacryphilia, bondage, leons a tiny but drunk, (bloody) knife obvi, mentions of killing, sir kink

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Leon had a habit of taking his pent up anger and stress out on you. He would fuck you dumb with his fingers until you were sobbing and begging for his cock to fill you up. He loved the way you bucked your hips with your wrists tied to the bedpost, just aching to feel his hard cock throb against the walls of your dripping cunt. He loved when your mind went all hazy when he shoved his whole length in your cunt without warning, chuckling sadistically at the way you almost came the second you felt his thick cock.

This time was different though. He came home from work angrier than you've ever seen him. He didn't even greet you as he walked past you, just heading straight to the fridge and pulling out an ice cold beer. He practically chugged the bottle, leaving the empty, save for a few drops, bottle on the counter before finally acknowledging you. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered and you'd be an idiot not to comply. 

He grabbed another beer before following you into the bedroom, watching your ass as you walked. You sat on the bed without having to be told, he sipped on his beer as he thought about what he wanted to do to you. The smirk on your face told you, you wouldn’t be getting off easy tonight. He stood in front of you as you sat on the bed. 

He looked down on you, his gaze was almost condescending but, fuck, his lustful eyes were too gorgeous to ignore. His gloved hand caressed your cheek, sliding down your face to hold your chin, his bottle of beer still in his other hand. He takes a sip, his gaze immediately falls back on you after he does. "You know the drill." He instructs in a raspy voice, lust mixed with alcohol was always a sexy combination for him, especially when he didn't change out of his work uniform or remove any of his gear.

You began to undress per his orders. Your clothes fall into a nice pile on the floor. You lay back on the bed, goosebumps forming on your bare skin and your nipples hardening. He gets on the bed as well, putting his beer on the nightstand. He sat on his knees as he hovered above you, one of his knees between your legs, dangerously close to your cunt. He brushes some of your hair out of your face as he lightly drags his fingers over your clit.

His fingers were slow as they caress your puffy clit. Quiet moans left your sultry lips. You waited for the moment he plunged his thick digits into your glistening hole but he never did. There was a devilish smirk on Leon's face, he was plotting something. He pulls his fingers away from your clit, dragging them up your body, leaving a trail of your slick up your body. His fingers land at your mouth, silently, he instructs you to suck. His knee replaces his fingers, pushing up into you to keep you wet for him.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers wishing it was his cock. He smiles at your obedience, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and giving you a praiseful kiss on your cheek. He was eerily quiet but the mystery was what excited you the most. He reaches to his chest, grabbing his knife out of its holster. The blade of the knife was covered in blood. Something about seeing Leon holding his knife that was probably used to kill countless enemies, even still being covered in blood, excited you and terrified you at the same time.

He wipes the blade on his dark blue shirt, the staining not very noticeable. "Open your legs, princess." His voice was softer than it was before, basically telling you there was still time to back out. You opened your legs wider with no hesitation, enjoying the switch up of the normal routine. He leans over and spits on your cunt, rubbing the liquid all over your pussy for more lubrication. 

You gasp when you feel the cold handle of his knife run between your folds. You grip the sheets between your fingers as he teases your entrance. Your hips buck and he's quick to hold your hips down with his other hand. "Leon..." You whine breathlessly to which his smirk widens. "Yes, my love? Is something wrong?" He asks cockily as he continues to tease you.

You whine again, knowing he was deliberately fucking with you but the new, foreign feeling felt too good to risk, so you just stayed quiet. "Yeah, gonna be quiet like a good girl?" He leans over and whispers in your ear, followed by kissing your neck. You nod, keeping quiet beside your moans as he finally stops teasing you and slides the handle of the knife into your soaked cunt. 

He leans back and watches your face contort in pleasure and your back arch as you shove your head into the pillow beneath you. "Oh, fuck," He chuckles lowly, his laugh full of breath. "Look at you." He praises, watching with an amused smile. "This feel good, slut? Hm?" You nod incoherently as you push yourself deeper into his knife. "Yeah, bet it does." His free hand rubs over your abdomen before his thumb starts rubbing fast circles on your clit. 

"Bet my cock would feel even better? Wouldn't it, love?" He smirks and for a split second, you actually believe he might not tease you all night as you approach your orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes!" You moan like a pornstar, embarrassingly close to your release. "That's too bad." He chuckles quietly as he stops all pleasure, removing his thumb from your clit and pulling the knife away from you. 

You whine, disappointed that he was denying your orgasm. "Be a good girl and I'll go easy on you." He promises in a sinful tone as he drags the blade of the knife across your boobs. "Got it?" He asks, still fiddling with the knife that’s being dragged all over your body. "G-Got it, sir."

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[solidailyty]

[Day 40]

The curse was broken. But at what cost?

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[2braincellslz]

Hey!

Can i request Thomas Shelby x son! Reader, where the reader is the bastard child of him and no one knows about him except Tommy. The reader's mother dies and he gets sent to a distant relative who mistreat him. And the reader also knows who his real father is, and one day they meet and the reade is just really really sarcastic and Tommy somehow finds out that this disrespectful child is his kid he abandoned.

Father Dearest

Relationship: Son!reader and Father!Thomas

Desc: (y/n) having to suffer with his Aunt and Uncle, he decided to spend his day at the Garrison only to run in to his long lost father.

(Y/n) tossed again, huffing in displeasure. The sun was rising now but it wasnt like he got much sleep. Back at his moms estate, that was definitely not given to her to keep her quiet, he slept in one of the softest beds imaginable. It was almost like sleeping on a cloud. Now, living with Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick, he slept on a potato sack. Sometimes he swore he felt needles poking him from inside the mattress.

(Y/n) tossed more more time for good measure before giving up. He rolled off of his piss poor mattress, if it could even be called that, and tugged on his slightly too small "street" clothes. That of witch was a old yellowed dress shirt, work pants, and a hat. His "caregivers" didnt get him anything else.

Now, Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick wernt poor. Far from it. They were just cheap. Cheap when it came to (y/n). Cheap to the point where (y/n) was forced to sleep in the attic rather the guest room.

Ann and Dick had their own kids. Viv, a younger girl, she was kind but then again the reality of the world hadn't hit her yet. And Shawn, a boy about the same age as (y/n). Shawn and (y/n) got along fairly well. Often, they would hang out under some bridge and gamble with eachother. Whether it be a quick game of black jack or some kind of contest.

Shawn was also the only person who know about the hush money (y/n) received weekly. Shawn knew why (y/n) was getting hush money. Shawn knew who the hush money was coming from. Shawn also knew that (y/n) would lie about going off to work, much preferring hanging out at one bar or another and people watching but it was only a matter of time before people watching got boring.

(Y/n) climbed up the stairs, in to the kitchen where Aunt Ann and Uncle Dick were already sat at the table. The maid, Lizabeth, was hard away working at the stove while Viv watched carefully. Shawn was stood by a mirror, checking his tie one last time.

"Hot date?" (Y/n) asked, lightly slapping the back of Shawn's head.

"God, I wish."

"(Y/n)!" Dick called from the kitchen "dont hit Shawn or you'll be out on the streets so fast your head will spin!"

Shawn and (y/n) couldn't help but give a look, trying not to burst out in to a fit of laughter.

Letting in to the living room, (y/n) took the couch that was practically calling for him to fall asleep in and Shawn took a arm chair.

"So what's with the get-up?" (Y/n) asked, pouring himself a glass of Morning liquor.

"Dad's wanting to introduce me to some of his clients. Saying that I better get used to the 'get-up'"

(Y/n) hummed, nodding. He took a sip of the wisky. Dick would kill him if he caught (y/n) dirking it.

"So , what's your plan?" Shawn asked, getting himself a Morning glass.

"Planning on swinging by the Garrison. Seeing if that bar maid position is still open."

Shawn made a face, one of confusion and studder worry. "The Garrison? The place you are payed not to go to?"

(Y/n) just smiled, tipping his glass to Shawn.

"You are utterly crazy. Mr. Shelby still visits!" Shawn whisper yelled, leaning forward.

"He hasnt seen me in, what, eighteen years? He won't recognize me." (Y/n) couldnt help the small smile that crept up on to his face at the sight of the great Thomas Shelby being tripped up over his long lost son. "He's too busy with his businesses to even notice me."

"And if he does?" Shawn rasied his eyebrows.

"They I say I have a right to be here. The money is so I dont, one, stake any claim on anything to do with the Shelby family, two, not tell anyone that my dad is The Great Tommy Shelby, and three, not bug Thomas. I can still go to the Garrison."

"You're insane." Shawn sat back, placing his glass on the side table.

"Shawn, my boy, are you ready?" (Y/n) shot back the rest of the drink as Dick turned the corner.

"Yes, sir." Shawn stood up, straightening his cuffs.

Dick started for the door. Just as Shawn was about the leave, he shot (Y/n) a warning look. 'Dont get yourself in to unwarranted trouble.'

"(Y/n)." Aunt Ann called. "We have... guests tonight. I would suggest you etheir stay out late or stay in your room. Make yourself scarce."

(Y/n) just rolled his eyes, grabbing his cap before heading out the door.

The walk to the Garrison was never boring. The roaring flames from the factory's and the smoke filling passer by lungs was always a grand way to wake up. Granted, it was the only way to wake up.

Pushing open the door to the Garrison, (y/n) made himself at home in one of the bar seats.

"Ah, (y/n)" the bartender who (y/n) never bothered to learn the name of smiled. "The usual?"

"Actually, I was wondering if the bar maid position was still available?" (Y/n) asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Just as the bartender was about to open his mouth, the door snapped open. While the bartender was quick to look up (y/n) took his time.

A taller man walked in (clearly already buzzed). He was dressed in a distressed and messy suit and had a bushy mustache. (Y/n) was no stranger to the man, having shared one or two drinks with him.

Another guy was right behind him, a lot yonger. (Y/n) could tag him as Finn, the youngest of the (now) three Shelby sons.

The kingpin wasnt far behind his two brothers.

"Alright, everybody out." Arthur shouted causing the one or two people who didnt have jobs to leave. Exept (y/n) who sat back against the bar.

Arthur glanced over, clearly trying too hard to be intimidating. "Oi, you deaf?"

"Nope. Just bored." (Y/n) took a long drag of his cigarette.

"You got a death wish?" Finn piped up. God, It was hard not to laugh. Finn was almost like a little dog barking with the rest of the german shepherds as if he was one in the same.

"Depends on the day. Today..." (y/n) paused, pretending to think it over. "Nah."

"You best be leaving then." Arther took over again.

"No." (Y/n) turned around, back to the Shelbys.

"Leave him be. He won't say anything." Thomas finally hushed his brothers. Almost as if trained dogs, they both shut up and sat down. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)." He didn't turn back around. "(Y/n) (l/n)"

(Y/n) though he was poking a bear with a stick, wasnt dumb. He knew not to out right say he was a Shelby so he used his long lost mothers name.

(Y/n) could hear the cogs turning In Thomas's head. He could feel his father's eyes burrowing in to the back of his head.

Arthur stared on about something or a another.

(Y/n) finished his cigarette just as the brothers were finishing up their little chat.

The stood next to (y/n) creaked slightly as one of the brothers sat down next to him. The bartender slid him a drink. There was a thud, money being placed on the counter, only Tommy did that.

"Do I know you?" Straight to the point.

"No. I dont think you do."

"Your last name sounds familiar." Tommy took a sip of his drink, watching his brothers leave the bar. "You're brave but dumb."

"Two of my best quality's." (Y/n) waved down the bartender whi handed in another drink. (Y/n) reached over and took the money Thomas was going to use to "pay" for his drinks, sliding it infront of himself.

"Do you have a job? Seems like a odd time for someone of your age to be hangin around bars."

"Nope, just got fired."

"Yet you dont have a death wish."

"Hated the fucking job." (Y/n) paused. He knew Thomas could see right through him. (Y/n) did know if it was a dad things

or a Thomas thing. "Boss's were scum. Good coworkers though."

"Isnt that always the case..." Tommy sipped his drink.

"You know." (Y/n) threw back the rest of his drink. "I always thought 'Tommy' was a odd name for a gang leader. You would expect something more... hard. 'Tommy' is a name you would expect a young sweet kid."

"And Thomas?"

"Thomas is a little better."

"A little?" Thomas looked over, not being able to hide the suddle smile.

"Mhm. (Y/n) is a much better." (Y/n) smiled back.

Thomas hummed, moving off of the seat. "Well, (y/n), next time you want to talk to your father you dont have to your uncles." Thomas said, leaving the bar.

(Y/n) jumped, nearly out of his skin. He quickly turned, nearly knocking himself out of this chair.

"What the fuck."

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[hiimgin]

Uh hi hello I saw that you ARE INFACT TAKING requests, so if I could steal a minute of your time..

Him, this silly little transmasc right here? I wouldn't call Him my Linksona but that's what he is but, if you don't wanna that's fine, banger art thoo

I'm sorry, he came out very silly-

Thank you so much for the request! Sorry, just the face... But he's very cute!

I hope you like it!

#answered #reqest #amour draws #art

[bebemoon]

i've been home with weird, shivery pain from strep throat, but i figure i can make something out of a lost day.

i've gotten a holiday outfit request- actually, two- and i think that's a cool idea so ! if you would like some kind of winter holiday/nye mb inspiration for a certain kind of event, message me !

regular name outfits are in my queue- they'll still be coming ! but i'll focus on these today:3

if you're seeing this, this particular outfit request is closed .

#holiday reqests #includes solstice christmas hanukkah etc #whatever you celebrate or don't we'll figure something out #if you're not into this kind of thing and don't want to see it on your dash #block this tag> holiday requests #personal #and yeah #have a good one all

[zoeykallus]

Wait… after seeing the male version of Reader makes me curious… how would Male reader react to the painting of him on the batch’s ship? Would he have the same reaction like the reader or something like that??

Pretty sure he would feel flattered too, but let's look into that to find out :))

The Bad Batch x M!Jedi!Reader One-Shot - Flattering Art

It's time to look at your newly assigned clone team. On the way to the hangar, you mentally prepare yourself for the challenge of getting to know and leading the clones. Clones or not, basically they are all very different, and you have been told this team is a special exception from all the others.

You approach the appropriate landing pad in the hangar and are taken aback when the two clones standing outside the shuttle stare at you as if thunderstruck. Did you have a certain reputation among the clones?

"Good morning," you say elatedly and are about to introduce yourself when you see that there is no reason to do so.

You have often heard that the clones like to paint their gunships and shuttles with their heroes, as well as with people they find attractive. You are more than surprised to see a rather suggestive painting of yourself on the nose of the Havoc Marauder.

For a moment you can only stare at the painting, surprised and flattered, but it does feel a bit strange. It's amazingly done, very detailed.

The sergeant of the team introduces himself with a clearing of his throat, "Good morning, General. I'm Hunter, I'm leading this squad."

You look at him with raised eyebrows and ask, "So this is your responsibility as well?"

Hunter swallows and looks from you to the painting and back again.

"It was a group decision," he says meekly.

The giant standing next to him says cheerfully, as if he can't hold his breath, "Hi. I'm Wrecker! We're very happy you've been assigned to us!"

You laugh softly and say, "Yeah, I can see that."

Another soldier appears on the ramp, a tall, slender man with goggles on his nose. His gaze is fixed on a holopad.

Hunter glances in his direction and says, "This is our pilot and ship's engineer, Tech."

The man looks up questioningly from his holopad and freezes in his motion when he sees you.

"He's also the artist who did the painting on the Marauder."

You smile kindly at him, but he looks at you from wide eyes, like a frightened animal.

He clears his throat and says with a salute, "General."

The next moment, someone nudges him from behind, and he stumbles down the ramp. With an annoyed frown, he turns and complains, "That was unnecessary, Crosshair, you could have just asked me to get out of the way."

"Wasted time," grumbles the man behind him.

At first glance, he seems to be the opposite of Wrecker in terms of personality. But that may just be the first impression.

He, too, stops as if rooted to the spot when he sees you.

"Why are you blocking the ramp? Move Crosshair!"

That had to be Echo, you thought, the new addition to Clone Force 99.

Finally, everyone lined up in front of the shuttle, and you looked at your new team. They all looked a little embarrassed, some with reddened faces, except for the friendly giant, he had a rousing, friendly and cheerful manner about him.

"The painting is pretty good. Inappropriately suggestive, but very well done."

Tech scratched the back of his head, nervously cleared his throat and said softly, "Thank you"

Hunter asked, "Do you want us to remove it?"

You think for a moment, looking at the picture, then grin, "Probably I should ask for that, but somehow I find it…. flattering. Besides, it's really very good work, it would be a shame to just remove it."

Tech smiles tentatively.

"As long as no one seriously complains about it, I see no reason for removal," you say with a wink in Tech's direction, who nearly drops his holopad in excitement.

Getting to board the ship, Crosshair nudges Echo, "Hey, you look like something's about to fall off your face. Get a grip."

Echo gulps and says, "But that's… that's…"

"I know who that is, we all know that, he's painted on our ship for a reason."

Echo and Crosshair almost jump out of their skins, startled as you stick your head out and say, "Soldiers, there's no dawdling here. Let's go."

"YES, SIR!" the two hastily say in unison and hurriedly make their way into the ship.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[roboenthuser]

Taking Zenless Zone Zero requests! ( character x reader)

Characters ill write for:

Billy kid

Anby

Nicole

Lycaon

Anton

(This list will grow in the future)

What I will write

Romance

Platonic

Sfw

Nsfw

(MAYBE.) yandere

Reader x character

Angst

Headcannons

PDA

sfw/nsfw alphabets

AU’s

What I will NOT write

Incest

R^pe

Character x character

Toxic relationship (main)

Romantic or nsfw for underage characters (platonic ONLY)

Dead dove content

Feel free to request! Leaning more towards Billy requests atm (what noooo I’m not biased at all)

EDIT: Also open to small art reqs for the characters above along with writing (or standalone!)

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[flyingspicerack]

12 and 41 for maoichi. smirks

dsjfhsfhdkfjh dont smirk at me like that feshsjklf

12 - stomach

"H-Hey, wait, w-what are you doing?"

"Hm?" Looking up at them with heavy lidded eyes, Ichimatsu stops.

The two had just finished a heavy make out session, wandering hands abound chests fondled, both hot and bothered, amped up and ready to keep going further. Just moments before, Ichimatsu had asked if he could use his mouth, wanting to bury his face in them so desperately and was on his way to fulfil what he set out to do, he was just taking a small detour. He had been placing kisses all along their stomach, kissing down the curve of their belly, slowly making his way lower and lower. When Mao spoke up, he had stopped, chin now gently resting in the small indent where their belly button was.

"W-Why are you kissing there?" They ask softly, embarrassed. Propped up a bit by pillows, Mao looks down at him, one of their hand at their mouth, the back of their hand pressed against their lips, covering a bit of their face out of shyness.

"We... We've been dating for over half a year now... and you have to keep asking that?" He asks, stoic, eyes heavy lidded.

Mao shifts their eyes away, mild guilt now filling them.

"Mao... I kiss here because I like you... a-and I like this... I like your stomach, a lot." He says, proceeded to bring both hands to their belly and groping at it. "And... I'll keep reassuring you that I do... I really... really really like your stomach... There's just..." He tilts his head down so he can kiss at it again, now at the little space below their belly button. His words are slightly muffled as he speaks into the skin. "So much to grab... kiss..." Oh, he so so so desperately wants to say it, he wants to use the word... he wants to tell them he loves their stomach, but he... he can't he's a coward, he's just not ready to say it. He's even forbid himself from even saying the word around them when even referring to anything else, as if he really used that word all that much to begin with...

"I... I'm sorry I have a hard time believing you... I'm trying, I really am..." They look down at him, watching the top of his head, the bridge of his nose as he kisses.

Ichimatsu speaks between kisses, eyes fluttered shut. "I know... I know... We'll keep... working on it... together."

"P-Promise you don't mind?"

Ichimatsu stops and tilts his head up to meet their nervous gaze. He pulls a hand from where it was gently gripping one of their hip rolls and wordlessly holds up an outstretched pinkie.

Pulling the hand away from their mouth, Mao extends their own pinkie to meet his, the two intertwining. The both sharing a small moment before releasing each others digits.

Then, as quickly as the sweet smile had spread on his lips, it turns a bit malicious, corners morphing the expression to a smirk. "Now... let me show you how much I really like your body, yeah?"

With a little squeak, Mao nods, face bloomed with a deep pink hue as Ichimatsu proceeds to delve between their thighs.

41 - while one is sick

Giggles fill the room, bouncing off the walls of the shared bedroom belonging to the set of sextuplets, though it is surprisingly empty. Lying down, whole futon to himself, Ichimatsu lies at the very end of it in his typical spot, lying flat on his back. Kneeled beside him, his loving partner of only a few weeks, the source of these giggles. For the first time ever, after about 7 or so months of knowing each other, Mao has heard him sneeze for the first time. The result of holding in what could be a loud explosion, is simply a compressed little sneeze that simply sounds like a small, cute little squeak. As their giggles subside, the hand that had unsuccessfully tried to suppress the laughter moves away from their mouth to sit in their lap with their other hand. "Hehe, I'm sorry Ichimatsu-kun, I just had no idea you sounded so cute when you sneeze." Ichimatsu's eyes are shifted away, face red out of a mixture of embarrassment, the fever from his cold, and mild anger. He's not angry at them for laughing, that's the embarrassment. No, he's angry that he's gotta sound like that when he sneezes. "Can you just put the cold compress on me and leave." He grumbles.

"Hm? No, I'm not going anywhere." They reply, picking up the cold compress from the bowl of ice water its soaking it, proceeded to wring it out as he continue speaking. "You took care of me last week, it's the least I could do."

"You're... gonna get si-si-si-si-ICHU!!" He sneezes.

Mao sighs and rerolls the towel again so it's perfect, then lean over their boyfriend and with a gentle hand, move his bangs so they can put the cold towel there. "Sick?" They ask.

"Ugh, yeah..." He mutters.

They playfully roll their eyes, still leaning over him a bit. "Isn't that what you told me? This is a result of you taking care of me, remember?"

He closes his eyes, brows furrowing. "We'll end up in a cycle of perpetual sick. It's happened before... then we all turned into Jyushimatsu..."

Mao giggles again, thinking he's joking because he's sick, not knowing that was something that actually legitimately happened. "Well, I think the fact that you couldn't hold back from making out with me is what got you sick.

"I didn't see you complaining." He smirks, eyes still closed.

They scoff a little. "What? You got a lot of nerve, Ichimatsu-kun, I distinctly remembering trying to tell you to stop."

"Yeah, but... emphasis on 'trying,' you were giggling, and saying it like-" He changes the pitch of his voice and softens it a bit, trying to mimic their voice full of little giggles. "-Nooo stooop~"

They reach a hand over and lightly pinch his cheek. "Cheeky fucker."

He lets out a low chuckle before fishing his hand out from beneath the blankets and attempts to push their hand off. "So is that a no?"

"Hm?" They tilt their head to the side, not sure what he's asking.

"No more sick kisses? I think... they healed you, so they'll probably heal me, right?" He opens one of his eyes, trying to peek at them.

Mao's chest tightens... the two of them have just started their relationship together, and the both of them were insufferable, absolutely insatiable. No, they haven't done anything more than kissing, actually, they still haven't even introduced tongue yet, and still... they wanted their lips locked every moment they could, and this was driving them insane. The both of them... Sick, back to back? Torturous.

"I'll... give you a little one." They... they can't help themself, proceeding to move so they're on their knees beside him, but they half tower over him, putting each hand on either side of his head, their pink hair flowing over their shoulder a bit, the ends dusting against his chest.

Ichimatsu now opens both eyes, cheeks flushed, a slight look of surprise settles to satisfaction, his lips curling a little.

Leaning down, Mao goes to place a little kiss at the tip of his nose, but as he was expecting an actual kiss, he tilts his head to meet their lips instead.

Startled, Mao pulls back, towering above him again. "H-Hey."

A smirk sits on his lips. "You didn't say anything about not on the mouth."

Sighing, they shake their head a little. "What am I gonna do with you?"

He doesn't answer verbally, just puckers his lips.

They can't say no... even if they get sick again because of it... it's worth it, it's worth it for Ichimatsu. Moving now so they're under the blankets with him, Mao nuzzles up to him, placing soft kisses on his cheek that trail to his lips as he turns to meet them, neither caring about the cold compress that's fallen, neither caring about the cycle of sickness they'll be putting themselves into.

#spice.ask #spice.ososan #my art #maoichi #no readmore you die like men i force you to look at maoichi #hehehe thank you ghost...... llooking at you with the first one #ty ... for reqesting that... #felt good to write... #also interesting to write a point i havent gotten to in the fic just yet #but uhhhh yeah ty ty <3

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The One (Steve Harrington x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!Henderson!Reader

Warnings/Cliches: Best friends to lovers, pining, nothing else really??? Short and simple.

Request: Could you do a fluff Steve Harrington request where he and Henderson!reader are in love but not officially together after years of being good friends so they call each other endearments like babe/handsome and pine for each other which the rest of the Party is used to other than El who asks Steve if they’re a couple and he comes to the realization that they should be because they clearly know they’re each other’s person? Hope this made sense but I loved your other writing - Anon

A/N: Ok idk why this took me so long to do but I'm very happy with it!!! Thanks so much for the request anon, I hope you like how it turned out! Also Steve and El need to interact more, so that was fun doing a tiny bit of that haha!

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“Hey, babe,” Steve said. “Pass my coke, would you?”

Without batting an eye, Y/N picked it up and handed it to him. “Here, hun.” 

No one around the table acknowledged the interaction. Dustin just swore under his breath as Lucas laid down a +2 card, Max laughed at his misery, and Mike shouted Uno as Lucas drew his additional cards. 

It was the regular occurrence. That was just the way it was. Steve Harrington and Y/N Henderson, long time best friends, and that was that. 

The only person who seemed to take any interest in it was Eleven, eyes looking between the two of them briefly before glancing back down at her cards. She hadn’t realized the two were dating, but it made sense. While not knowing them long, she could see that they complemented each other. 

Hopper was out late, and so she had invited everyone over for a game night. Dustin had insisted that Steve come, and, because she was his ride, Y/N had stayed, too. The party let them join after a small debate, and Eleven was glad they had joined. 

Dustin laid down his final card and everyone groaned, firing complaints at one another. He sat there, smug grin on his face. 

“Will, you should have changed colors!” Mike said.

“I tried! Max skipped me!”

“I didn’t realize I was dooming all of us, you only had two cards left!”

“Hey, hey hey!” Steve said. “The dork won fair and square. And it’s late, we have to get you doofuses home.”

Everyone started to talk back, but Y/N stood up. “Come on now, children. Your mother has spoken, now get your butts in gear to go.”

Steve rolled his eyes and stood by her, casually throwing an arm around her shoulder. “I am not a mother.”

“Mmmhmm, nice try, handsome.”

Everyone got ready to go, putting on shoes and jackets. At the last minute, Steve knocked over a game box that had been sat precariously on the edge of the couch, its contents spilling out across the floor. He swore, bending down to pick it up. 

“I can take them home, Steve, I’ve got room if you want to stay and help clean up.”

He nodded. “Yeah, sounds good. Thanks, babe, see you later.”

“See you!”

They all left, leaving Steve and Eleven picking up the games that were left out. He hadn’t interacted with the girl much. He’d heard a lot about her, and really had only known her through everyone else. It was quiet as they finished picking everything up.

Steve set the now full box on the table. “There we go.”

“Thank you.” She gave a small smile. “I didn’t know you and Y/N were dating.”

That caught him off guard. “What? No, we’re not. We’re just… just friends.”

Her head tilted ever so slightly as she watched him shift his weight uncomfortably. “But… you called her ‘babe’.”

“Yeah, we do that, we’ve known each other for a long time, so we just…” he shrugged, folding his arms. “We just do that.”

“And you put your arm around her.” 

“Like I said. Really, really, good friends.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, and for a brief moment Steve wondered if this is when his brain was going to explode out of his ears. Instead, she simply said, “Okay.”

He sniffed. “Okay. Well, um, I better head out, but if Hopper isn’t home in a bit give me a call and uh, yeah. Stay… safe.”

She smiled a bit at him. “Thanks.”

He walked to the door, giving a small wave before shutting it behind him. He heard the locks engage without her having to walk to the door, and he shook his head. Crazy mind powers. 

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As Steve drove home that night, he couldn’t help but think about his conversation with Eleven. Sure, him and Y/N could seem like a couple to those who didn’t know them, but… they weren’t. Of course they weren’t. 

It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before. If he was honest with himself (which he distinctly decided not to do when it came to this topic) he had thought about it a lot. 

And as he pulled into his driveway, Steve felt himself falling down the rabbit hole. Because when he thought about his life, he couldn’t imagine any version of it without Y/N in it, by his side and making him laugh. He didn’t want to think about any version without her, because how lonely would that be? 

Steve laid down on top of the covers on his bed. The thoughts wouldn’t stop, now that he’d let the floodgate open. He wanted her there for every milestone he reached. He wanted to be there for hers. He wanted to hold her hand as they walked down the street in the rain. He wanted to see the world, live life to the fullest, and see the wonder in her eyes as she did it with him. 

He didn’t get any sleep that night. 

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Y/N and Steve sat side by side on the couch, sprawled out and overlapping one another. Her legs were thrown over his lap, and his arm curved with the edge of the couch, Y/N’s head resting next to his bicep. 

Steve was looking at her more tonight. They always caught each other glancing at one another; it was something they had both written off and ignored. But tonight… tonight it was almost unbearable. 

The TV made white noise in the background. They’d started out engaged in the show, but slowly lost interest. Now it was still on, wasting electricity and painting their faces with a soft glow. 

“Y’know when I was helping Eleven clean up the other night?” Steve asked.

She hummed a small affirmation. “She’s cute.”

“She is.” He paused. She knew he had more to say, so she stayed quiet. “She thought we were dating.”

Y/N chuckled a bit. “I’m not surprised.” 

Steve smiled in return. “Me neither. Guess I just thought one of the other twerps would have warned her.” 

She shrugged, shifting so she was now sat by him, her feet planted on the floor. “We’ll have to give them a talking to.”

He nodded. There was still something else he was trying to say. “It got me thinking tho…”

“Dangerous.”

He nudged her shoulder with his in a gentle response. “It got me thinking about why we aren’t dating.”

And there it was. The question they had both thought a million times without ever saying out loud.

She shrugged. “You were always dating someone else.”

It was only part of the truth, but it was still the truth. 

“Well maybe I shouldn’t have been.” He looked at her. Really looked at her. “Ever since she said that, there’s this… thing in the back of my head. I just can’t help but thinking, like, maybe you’re it for me? Not like–like I’m settling or anything, I mean that you’re it, you’re the one. The one I want to spend the rest of my life with. That sort of thing.” 

Her expression didn’t change. Her lips froze, slightly parted, eyes locked on his, and he couldn't take it any longer so he cleared his throat. “Maybe it’s stupid–”

“No,” she said quickly. “No, it’s not stupid. I just–me too, Steve. I think you’re it for me, too.” 

They both smiled at each other, a bit bashful. He reached out to take her hand, intertwining their fingers. It was the same. But it was so, so different. 

He couldn’t wait for the rest of his life with her by his side. 

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This is probably dirty af 💀, but how would Cove feel about the doggystyle position? (Whether he was on top or bottom)

Your mind may be in the gutter but this is the exact type of ask I love to receive lmao, keep em comin if you have any more 👌🏽

As for Cove and doggy... I feel like he's more of a face-to-face kinda guy when he's fucking. He prefers to be able to kiss u, caress your face, watch your expressions for any subtle signs of ecstasy or discomfort. So if he's topping, he can only tolerate it for so long before it starts to feel weird and he has to flip MC back around to be close to em again!

Now, if he's bottoming, he's a lot more open to it, for a few reasons 👀 Not only is he putty in their hands and willing to do whatever they say/ask, but it's also probably a lot easier for him to handle. He can hide his face, which is obviously beet-red from getting him into this position in the first place, and he thinks he can muffle his moans in the pillows. But one can easily put a stop to this by pulling his hair or holding his hands behind his back til he agrees to be good 😌 If you wanna keep him like this tho you're gonna have to find some way to kiss him while you're at it; it's a non-negotiable part of lovemaking for this man, and he'll get sub-drop n probably cry if he doesn't receive them. He doesn't mind twisting his neck a little to make it work, just keep ur lips on his <3

#cove holden #cove holden headcanons #our life: beginnings & always #cove holden our life #olba #crashing waves #🧍🏽so. it's been forever and a half since i posted here #u know how it is. but i've been thinking about coming back ~casually~ for a while #have A LOT of spicy thots about Baxter in particular but ofc Cove too <33 #so we shall see. send me more reqests tho ill try my best to do em and get to any old ones <333 #promise i haven't forgotten you!!!

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HIHII :33 can i req tommy x reader where tommy finds readers old s/h scars ?? it's alr if ur not in the right headspace to write this 🫶🏼🫶🏼

AHHH!!! PEOPLE!!! TY!!! AND SOMETHING I WRITE WHELL !!!! YIPE :DD

anyways,

cc!Tommy finding (names) old s/h scares <3

gender netral- they/them/thier pronunes used<3

it wasn't mentionsed wethier cc or c, so i went w/ cc! !!

cw- mentions of self harm/s/h scares, swearing, lemme know if its worse :3

putting this under a cut for a warning !!!

tommy- red text

reader-green text

HEADCANONS . . .

you too were doing a stream, a cooking one!

bakeing a cake, and it went smoth.

but he noticed something when you reached up to grab the sprinkles yall had forgotten to grab before.

and thats when he saw them.

he didn't mention anything, and hoped that the camra didn't pick it up

(witch it didn't, they were to faded and were in the shadow.)

after stream, you were both sitting down eating the cake, he as normale picked up your hand, traceing little stars in your palm

he moed it a bit, but it started dawning on you what he was going as you felt it go fom your palm to forearm, spceifcaly on the inner side.

AUDIOLOG . . .

"wait.. what are you doing?." "you drew stars, all on my scares.."

"how- i dont rember telling you-" "when you grabed the sprinkles from the cabnit, your sleve fell down and i saw. the camra didn't pick it up, and it it didit was blocked by a dono, so." "oh. ok." "please coe to me if you feel like this again.or if i do anythin to trigger you, let me know. please.i dont want to use you from this. even if these are, years old, this shit is so easy to fall back into. i just dont want this for you." "i will, dw."

AHHHH!!! TY FOR REQESTING! i hope this is good!!

and PLEASE DONT FEEL NEVOUSE TO SEND ME A REQEST!!!! ITS RLLY MOTIVATING AND I FORGET TO FINISH STUFF ALOT SO IN A SINCE THI GUILT TRIPS ME INTO ACULY WRITEING !!!!

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hey bingo!!! may i get a user box that says “this user is a critter” with a green theme and this silly picture

thank you !!!

Milo! Hello! Here's your user box :)

Requests are open!

#bingo shut up #bingos stuff #otherkin #otherkin community #therian #therian community #userbox #user box #user boxes #this user is #userbox requests #user box reqests

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Requests open 0o0

may i request miko in her fox form with a reader who can turn into a cat or just that reader is also a kitsune like miko and they’re both enjoying each other’s company. cuddling together. ^^

ASDFGHJKL SNOM FREN IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG i think my brain short circuited at the sheer wholesomeness of this ask I’m sorryyyy 😰 also it’s like really short 😣 I’m legally not allowed to write long fluff because it causes cavities and my dentist already has it out for me

Dream Come True

“The audacity of you to stroll up and just jump into my arms. What if I’d been carrying something important?”

“You’d catch me anyways.” Yae huffed slightly at how easily you ignored her attempts to tease you.

She pets the top of your head with a chuckle. “Well, luckily for you there’s nothing that would be more important to me than you, so I suppose you’re not wrong. Regardless, that’s everything I need to do today done. Fancy a lazy day off?”

“You had me as lazy day.”

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The traveler had been having a rough morning. The three commissions they had already completed were all frustrating (they hated transport balloons more every time they saw one), and the fourth one was at the Grand Narukami Shrine. If fate had been kind to them they would’ve just used the teleport waypoint; but no it had to be broken; so they had to climb the whole mountain. Upon finally getting the many fortune slips that idiots people had thrown atop the shrine, (the shrine maidens really should put up a sign or something), they noticed something out of the ordinary.

Recognizing what, or rather who, it was, they quickly covered Paimon’s mouth before she could blow their cover, skillfully whipping out their Kamera at breakneck speed.

When Yae Miko visited the publishing house next, she was not expecting to see a photograph on the noticeboard. Among the many city announcements, pleads from the fire brigade about the youngest Nagonohara causing safety hazards, and many duel requests to Kujou Sara from Arataki ‘the enterally changing nickname’ Itto; was a photo of a small pink fox curled up under a sakura tree, a cat resting next to it peacefully. The picture was simply captioned ‘dream came true’. Who in Teyvat would- oh. Oh. So it was them! Why that little- she was supposed to be the crafty one here! The Miko huffed, already plotting how to get her petty revenge on a certain world-trotting blonde.

The traveler didn’t return to the Grand Narukami Shrine for a while after that.

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