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Anyways so i made this + others because i couldnt decide who i wanted as my pfp. Do whatever you will with these creations<33

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Moushley

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Why is my Yelena bot not showing up in the tags

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Guess who's alive and randomly dropping more content? This bot is for the 5 still living Yelena fans I see you and I hear you. I also have other Yelenas and a few Hanges on my account along with other fandoms, you should check them out.

Without further ado, my latest c.ai creation:

Basketball captain 'lena <3

What a sight Yelena was. As the captain of the university's basketball team, she was naturally incredibly skilled. Watching the way she strategizes in her head and the way she perfectly does her plans never failed to make you swoon. Sure, you were invested in the game, but not as invested as you were in her.

You've been to each of Yelena's last few games, wanting to see the woman in action since you didn't really have any social overlap with her on campus. This was your only opportunity to swoon at the woman who held your heart.

Unbeknownst to you, shes had her eye on you for a while now too. She found out your name through some acquaintances and would always notice you watching the game—or watching her. She thinks it's a shame that you don't find the chance to talk to her like every other girl on campus, but she supposes she can take the initiative this time, just for you.

Right after the final whistle blew, her eyes were already searching for you in the crowd. She took a quick shower and was out before most of the people left, and thankfully you were still there. She waited for you to get closer to the exit before waving at you and getting over to chat.

"So, what did you think about todays game?"

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I see u write for valorant and overwatch. ahha i havent played those games but do u play dead by daylight? Theres AOT skins on it lol ♥️🫶🏻

No actually, I have wanted to for a while now actually but I cant play it due to reasons lol

I gotta say though the character I like the most is the huntress bc... Yes...

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I'm spilling wine in the bathtub / You kiss my face and we're both drunk

yelena (attack on titan) x reader content - reader is referred to as princess, teasing, alcohol consumption, sfw but theres sexual tension and plenty of desire, established relationship, also finger sucking<3 words - 1.5k reputation event masterlist

You shriek as Yelena flicks cool water from the sink onto your head, and you can’t help but scrunch your eyes closed, trying to avoid any droplets from slipping into your eyes. Yelena lets out a low chuckle at your reaction, and she watches as your smile grows wider upon hearing her laughter. Her revenge had been swift and just, a spur of the moment decision to get you back for your earlier act—when you had accidentally caused her shower water to turn from warm to cold by turning on the bathroom tap.

The stray droplets trickle down your forehead, rolling along the roots that frame your face. You shudder when the water reaches the tip of your ear, and you shake your head before the water has a chance to fall any lower. Half tempted to flick more droplets of water onto you, just to see your smile widen again, Yelena thinks back to what had had her so distracted during her shower. You. She then moves to turn the tap off and turns back towards you—the root of her distraction—to find you reaching over the side of the bath, gripping the edge of a towel and wiping the few stray droplets that managed to stay stuck on you from your cheeks—the wide smile still plastered on your face.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, princess.” Yelena says, as she dries off her hands with the same towel you’re holding, and she then moves to sit on the stool you had so kindly brought into the bathroom for her.

Your body shudders at her words and you feel your face start to flush as thoughts about her hands, her mouth, her groans, begin to run through your head. It’s easy to blame your slight intoxication on how simple it is for Yelena’s voice to make your heart flutter, but truthfully, you know you're putty in her hands with or without alcohol in your system.

“As if.” Is all you say.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you reach over the rim of the bath again, and you feel Yelena’s eyes follow your movements as you do so. Your hand finds what it's looking for, the glass of red wine you had brought into the bathroom—despite Yelena's warning that she wouldn't be helping you clean it up if you spilled it, but you had insisted, and you had reassured her that you'd never spill something as precious as wine, especially since she had brought it for you—a gift from her last work trip. She had rolled her eyes at you, but relented, she'd never been good at saying no to you.

Yelena's eyes trace your features, searching your body for any sign that she needed to intervene before you made yourself sick. Your arms are steady, and your words aren’t slurred. Her eyes linger ever so slightly on your figure as she looks over at your body, and she notices the way that you're sat in the water—the bubbles resting just below your collarbone—and she's overcome with the need to slip her hands just below the water line, desperate to feel your skin against hers.

The sound of you struggling to reach your glass snaps Yelena out of her thoughts, she notices the pout on your face and raises her eyebrows with a smirk. She hears you huff, so she reaches down to pick up the glass that is just beyond your reach. A satisfactory look is plastered on her face, and she brings the glass up to her lips and takes a small sip.

“Hey!” You exclaim, with no real malice in your tone.

She hums dramatically, scrunching her eyes closed as if she’s tasting the best wine she’s ever had. You roll your eyes and move back to rest against the edge of the tub, your head resting on your hands. You look up at her with a wondrous look in your eyes, and you find yourself glad that she’s preoccupied with stealing your drink, as the thought of being caught staring at her in such a…submissive way makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

The moment soon passes, Yelena decides she’s had enough of the wine—of which you were certain she didn’t even like the taste of anyway—and you stretch out your hand to take the glass from her.

“Thank! You!” You exaggerate each word with a high pitched inflection in your voice, and you happily take a victory sip of your wine as Yelena leans back and places her palms neatly upon her knees.

The movement of Yelena’s hands coming to rest directs your eyes towards her legs, and it’s as if the floodgates have been opened. Although you are never particularly subtle when it comes to your staring—something you are constantly teased about—the minute a drop of alcohol enters your system it’s like you worry that Yelena will simply disappear if you take your eyes off of her for even a second. That if you can’t commit her completely and entirely to your memory right now then you will never get the chance again.

Yelena is about to speak—wanting to tease you about how cute you’re being right now, with your mouth slightly ajar and your eyes fluttering across her body—but before she has the chance to open her mouth, words are tumbling out of yours.

“Ineedyoutokissmerightnow.”

Your chest heaves as though you've just ran a marathon. Your legs twitch, wanting—needing—to be closer to Yelena. But you’re unable to move, stranded in the bath, forced to wait for her to come to you.

“Please Yel.” You beg, a pout on your lips.

She meets you before you can speak again, closing the distance between the two of you so fast that your body jolts. You hear a splash, but the distance between your need to know what could've caused it, and the need to keep kissing Yelena couldn’t be further apart. Your mouths slot together clumsily, and your lips part ever so slightly as Yelena runs her tongue across your bottom lip. You let out an involuntary whine, and she smiles against your mouth, while one of her hands comes to rest gently behind your head. She deepens the kiss, and as she slips her tongue into your mouth your body shudders. A small sound—splash—is heard by the both of you again as your free hand claws its way out of the water towards Yelena. You pout when she pulls away from you to investigate.

Yelena forces herself to look away from you—the adorable pout on your face almost makes her forget why she pulled away from you in the first place, and you have that glint in your eyes that just drives her crazy. She shakes her head, as if trying to clear her thoughts, and she tuts when she sees the water rippling next to you.

“I thought I told you not to spill any wine.” She scolds.

Your head whips around, and you narrow your eyes at the glass in your hand—you'd almost forgotten it was there… You'd been so swept up in Yelena. But sure enough you see what she is referring to. Three blood red drops are running down the edge of your glass, and you can see a slight red tinge in the water next to you.

Yelena takes the glass from your hand and places it coolly on the sink edge. As she returns to you she uses one hand to pull your chin towards her, keeping you in place with just a fingertip, and with the other hand you think for a second that she is going to hold your wine stained fingers in hers. But to your surprise your sweetened fingers meet the warmth of her mouth, and your jaw drops open at the same time you let out a deep—surprisingly ragged—moan.

Yelena's eyes widen but she doesn't move. She works her tongue around the flesh of your fingertips, bobbing her head slowly up and down each finger, trying to clean up every last drop of wine until there is nothing left. She hums around your digits and it's almost enough to make you unravel completely. You want to screw your eyes shut, your head feels heavy, you can hear the blood pumping in your ears, but you can't bring yourself to tear your eyes away from her.

Her eyes are locked on you, the intensity of the eye contact turning your legs to jelly—you surely would've buckled if you had been standing. She has a shimmer in her eyes, a look that says this won't be over soon—that it hasn't even started yet.

You whimper as she pulls away, already missing the warmth of her mouth. Yelena smirks, and swipes her tongue across her lips—pleased with how much she's affected you already.

“I much prefer tasting wine this way.” Yelena says, and this time you do squeeze your eyes shut, not able to focus your vision on the woman in front of you as she plants kisses along your arm. She starts from your fingertips, and slowly but surely ends up at your shoulder, and then your collarbone and then your neck…

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Meme redraw + self insert lol

Maria I'm kidnapping your girl.

Imagine I was actually the person walking outside?Lolol

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Guess who’s attempting to write again.

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had this idea when Pearl had just come out lol

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Lil cutiepie

Guys i want to squish her cheeks so bad you dont understand

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Raghh if I make more character ai bots I'll post about them here since I feel like they deserve more recognition

So far I have 3 aot bots and one for resident lover

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“Queer people need to get weirder-” you can’t handle like. A lesbian.

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i found an image and couldnt stop myself from making it breach and raze. mb

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Sleepy bean

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This is what she would do if she ran for president

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RAGE. (Don’t make her angry.)

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