#🍰-asks

[pastel-medic]

In another universe, the fight is a bit different.

Reblogs are appreciated!!! 🍰💖

Credits to my twin @hoshi-tsubasa for helping with the class swapping! Gonna make a blurb list on some things about the AU ;P (also I'm developing this as I go so new stuff might be added later!)

Gray Mann's daughter Olivia took over his position as chief executive officer of Gray Gravel Company, and conducted the army of robots to take over Mann Co.

Miss Pauling is the Administrator instead of Helen. She was the one who recruited the mercenaries for the fight against Olivia Mann's army

Mortician's father-son relationship with Kickboxer is a positive one.

Timebomb makes all of his explosives himself and rigs them to have timed detonations or manual ones

Alistair is the only one who knows his real name. Whenever someone asks for his name he provides a different one every time

Alessio is from a former mafia but escaped and took refuge with Miss Pauling

The stitches on Warhorse's face were done by Mortician after an incident on the field that almost left him dead

Welder helped install the sniper eye into Headbuster's eyesocket. It acts as a scope so he doesn't need to use the ones on sniper rifles

Wildfire was a former firefighter who combatted wild forest fires with new fires (a method called backburning)

Will do more doodles of this AU and they'll be on my AF as well! 🍰💖

[rizzanon]

guys what if reader secretly opened a bakery

theyre like smuggling ingredents from the household like its drugs

theyre asking bruce for money for ingredients and hes okay with it up until it racks up to like a thousend dollar and hes like ???

one day one of the batfam members is just patrolling and they see a bakery they havent seen b4 and they see thru a window reader being calm and just baking or wtv bakers do idk

bit of a ramble i luv to yap

-🍰

LOLL omg wait imagine this

regressed!reader: Hey, Father, quick favor.

Bruce: (typing on the Batcomputer, barely glancing up) What is it?

regressed!reader: I need some money for… stuff.

Bruce: (still not looking) How much?

regressed!reader: Uh, a couple hundred? Maybe, like… five hundred? For supplies.

Bruce: Supplies? What kind of supplies?

regressed!reader: Just… you know, important supplies. Don’t worry about it.

Bruce: Sure. Alfred handles the allowance. (slides his card towards reader, eyes still fixed on the screen.) Just don’t buy anything illegal.

Bruce: (sitting at his desk, flipping through monthly expense reports) Flour? Sugar? Yeast? What the hell is this? (frowns) $700 on chocolate chips?

(Sometime later)

Stephanie: Hey, did you hear about that new bakery that opened up near Crime Alley?

Tim: A bakery? There? Are you sure it’s not just a front for a drug ring?

Steph: I thought the same thing, but I heard someone talking about the cookies being good. Want to check it out after patrol?

Tim: Sure I guess..

(Tim and Steph head to the bakery—in their vigilante suits—and sees reader is in the middle of handing a customer a neatly tied box of pastries. reader looks up, smiling brightly.)

regressed!reader: Welcome to— (freezes mid-sentence, her smile faltering as she locks eyes with Tim and Steph.)

Tim: …

Steph: …

regressed!reader: ….

Tim: You’re running a bakery?!

regressed!reader: Uh… surprise?

Bruce: (pinching the bridge of his nose) So, let me get this straight. You’ve been smuggling ingredients out of my house, using my money, to secretly run a bakery in Crime Alley?

regressed!reader: Pretty much, yeah.

Steph: (munching on a cookie) To be fair, the cookies are amazing.

Tim: Seriously. You should try the croissants next.

Bruce: (glaring at everyone) This is not about the croissants.

regressed!reader: But they’re really good croissants.

Alfred: (enters the room holding a tray of reader’s pastries, looking entirely unbothered) Master Bruce, I would suggest you try these éclairs before further judgment. They’re quite exceptional.

Bruce: (sighs deeply, muttering under his breath) I’m running a house full of vigilantes… and now bakers.

Jason: (appears out of nowhere in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, holding one of the bakery’s signature muffins, with his mouth full) Gotta say, I don’t know if I’m more impressed that you pulled this off… or pissed that you didn’t cut me in on the profits.

regressed!reader: Jason?! You knew?

Jason: (shrugs) Of course I knew. Crime Alley’s practically my backyard. Smelled the bread baking weeks ago.

Bruce: And you didn’t think to tell me?

Jason: (grinning) Thought you knew, B. After all, you’re footing the bill. (Takes another bite of the muffin.) By the way, this blueberry thing? 10/10.

Bruce: (sighing, muttering under his breath) I don’t even know why I bother anymore.

regressed!reader: So… does this mean I can keep the bakery?

[dipperscavern]

Jon has incredible rizz but just like doesnt fully realize it? Especially cause hes with Robb so often he assumes the ladies of winterfell are staring at Robb, little does he know theyre eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat.

Robb has rizz and knows it and he’s insufferable (affectionate) about it. Hes absolutely the type to flash a pretty smile or subtlety flex his muscles and lick his lips to get what he wants

-🍰

you hit the mark on this one. summed up my thoughts SO WELL GOODNIGHT

jon really doesn’t understand how attractive he is. one of the hottest things about him is how he just does things, not knowing how attractive they are, & he never expects anything in return. he’s always makign sure you’re behind him in dangerous situations, looking at you like he yearns for you (he does), holding the door open for you, draping his coat over you when you fall asleep waiting for him to finish his work etc. he truly has no idea how bad you want him, because he’s a bastard. obviously that overrides everything ever (jon u stupid fuck) (affectionate)

robb knows he’s charming, and he’s so annoying. but annoying in the way he knows how to push your buttons without crossing the line. all flirty jests and cheshire grins, smooth gestures and compliments that make your cheeks warm. but he’s also a gentleman; escorting you to and from places, saving you from uncomfortable conversations with lords that are too touchy, always checking in on you etc. he definitely knows how to use his charm to get what he wants, but he’s careful in when and where he decides to use it

[artsy-imogen]

Does Galacta do his own hair care? I can't imagine keeping it up long without self-care. Even better, let the children braid it and stick pretty things in it.

✩ he’s very prideful of his hair, so he’ll try and look after it as best as he can on his own before eventually letting others help out if it gets too knotted. aaand if he’s not feeling too stubborn, he’ll let the kids decorate it xD

[jadeddaydream]

Can u write death island jill giving AFAB! reader hot, lustful birthday sex?

Another Slice

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

CW: NSFW, AFAB reader w/ GN pronouns, a little bit of food play, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, praise, begging

A/N: the ending’s a bit bleh, sorry it took 4eva, n there’s no way Jill doesn’t have any gray hairs after all this time; CAPCOM YOU WILL PAY FOR UR CRIMES!!!!

“Did you have fun baby?” You opened the door, putting your stuff away. You had just come from your birthday dinner, the night pleasant and festive.

“As long as you had fun, I had fun.” Jill; your wife replied, coming in right behind you. She bumped the door with her hip, locking it. Moving to the kitchen, she placed the cake on the counter and opened the refrigerator.

“Wait! I want another slice.” You ran over to her, taking the top of the cake dish and grabbing a plate from the cabinet.

“You’re going to get lethargic from all the sugar, love,” Jill rolled her eyes as you grabbed a knife from its holder.

The look of excitement in your eyes triumphed any complaints Jill had of you grabbing another slice of cake. It was your birthday after all.

“I’m sorry, it’s really good.” You giggled, cutting a slice before placing it on the plate. Jill came behind you, taking the chance to put the cake away.

“Could you pass me a fork, please?” Jill handed you one, her finger reaching over to wipe some icing off the cake. You gasped, turning and watching as Jill popped a finger in her mouth.

“You’re right, it is pretty good.” She grinned at you with a lecherous look in her eyes. You picked up the change in her behavior, propping a hand on your hip.

You observed the way your wife walked closer to you and caged you in. Another swipe of icing, her fingers now on your lips. You caught wind of her game and took them into your mouth with a fervor. You sucked on them, making sure to clean the crevices of her fingers, her fingertips on your lips. Jill grinned at the sex kitten eyes you gave in response, matching her energy.

“Mmh, I’ve been waiting to get you alone all night.” She pulled away and proceeded to wrap her arms around your waist, backing you into the counter some more.

“I could tell by the way you were staring me down like a piece of meat all night.” You replied.

Jill snickered, “I couldn’t help it, you look so good.” Her arms rested around your waist, moving lower. You inhaled her scent, the smell of her fruity shampoo filling your nose. She leaned into your neck, resting in your warmth before placing a few kisses on the curve of it.

You sighed, Jill moving her hands to rest on the curve of your behind; giving it a little squeeze to tease you. You moaned softly at the feel of her biting you, sucking the same spot until she left a mark. You ran your fingers through her hair, strands of gray and brown sliding through your fingers.

“We should move to the bedroom,” You said, gasping when Jill squeezed your breast. You forgot about the slice of cake, your lover having other plans.

Jill turned you around, heading in the direction towards your bedroom. You walked backwards, Jill impatiently nipping the skin of your neck with a firm grip on your hips. Once you reached your destination you stopped, leaning in to kiss Jill. You let her suck on your bottom lip, tongue delving into your mouth. In the kiss, you grabbed her shoulders before sliding off her jacket on the bedroom floor. She proceeded to lay you on the bed softly before moving to undress you.

She rid you of your top, teasing your chest with the intention of making you needy. Pulling a nipple and placing the other in her mouth, switching when she was satisfied. Moments later, she moves down; leaving small marks in her trail. You shivered when her lips dragged against your stomach and the feel of her hands moving to remove the rest of your clothes.

She unbuttoned your bottoms, dragging them down your legs. You shivered at the cold air that landed on your legs and the goosebumps that were already raised were emulsified by Jill running her fingers down your skin. She rose, leaning forward before kissing you, moaning softly into the kiss, you slid your hand under her shirt; palming her bra-clad breast.

“Happy birthday baby.” She hummed against your lips, moving her hands to your chest once again.

“God, I love you,” She kissed your neck as she pinched and teased your nipples. You whined her name into the cool night air, reaching for her hair and running your fingers through. She left a few more hickeys on your soft skin, her thumbs massaging circles in your skin.

You arched into her, hips rubbing against her. “Patience.” She pulled away from your sternum, a web of salvia connecting her lips and your skin. She caged your hips with her strong arm, holding you down.

“Please.” You spoke, a pleading look in your eyes.

She smiled at the way you begged and your ability to make her give in, from your body language to the tone of your voice. Jill slid lower, face now leveled your dripping cunt.

“Been waiting for this all night.” She raised your legs in the air, hooking her fingers into your panties and pulling them up in the direction your legs were. She tossed them, her firm grip now on your thighs. She pushed your legs back and spread them, all of you now visible to her prying eyes. You whined, pushing her hair back as she was in between your legs.

“Tell me what you want.” Jill rasped, salivating at you bare and dolorous. Your throat was dry, you licked your lips and used your words.

“I want you to fuck me, please.” Your face grew hotter at the lewd words you spoke. “Whatever you want Jill, I just need you to fuck me, please.”

That was enough for her, Jill diving in your ocean; mouth latching onto you as if you were water in a dry desolate desert. You mewled, voice going up an octave at her ministrations. She kept her hands on your legs, clutching at the feel of you. The sight of you both was something no different than a porno, you clutching onto your breast, mouth a perfect ‘o’ shape, eyes lidded and blown. Your legs pressed to your chest, your tummy folding as a result.

Then there was Jill, loud noises coming from where her mouth and your pussy met, a look that could swallow you whole. Hair messy and nose pressed into your mon pubis, she moaned into your cunt like it was a meal worthy of the gods. You clenched around nothing, slick dripping from your heat like a crack in a dam that was on the path to exploding. The noises that were coming from your mouth were borderline animalistic and deafening. You couldn’t help it, the woman in between your legs making you feel as if you were on cloud nine.

She switched between flicking your bud with her tongue and engulfing you with her entire mouth. Warmth enveloped you, the room growing warmer by the second. Stuck in a trance between anticipation and bliss, you found yourself wailing as you flowed onto Jill’s lips and into her mouth. You were soaked and a wet spot followed. You couldn’t help it, your hole squeezing and convulsing every time she moved her mouth on you.

“Oh baby, you’re practically drowning me,” Jill rose for air, face drenched in your slick. She rubbed your clit with her thumb, making you whine as she spread your lips, watching the spasm of your pussy around nothing. “Hmm, I wanna see if you can squirt,” Jill said to no one in particular. Your lover proceeded to push a finger in, curling it upwards and rubbing your swollen bud in tight, firm circles. You cried out her name when she pushed another finger in, beginning to stretch you out.

“Jill, please,” You groaned, lips red from the consistent action of you biting them. She kept massaging that spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. You couldn’t take it, it was too much. The look in her eyes, the curl of her fingers, the smug expression on her face. You were close, pussy beginning to seize around her agile fingers.

“There we go,” Jill purred, pupils blown. “You gonna cum for me, pretty?” She cooed, a strong hand still on the underside of your thigh. You nodded, knowing that anything to come out of your mouth would be complete and utter gibberish. Jill went back to moving her mouth on you, her fingers pounding into you. The sinful sound as your cunt inundated her fingers and face, the moans coming from both you and her, the precision of her fingers and the way she slides in a third makes you scream in between the four walls of your shared bedroom.

Reaching for something; anything, you grab Jill’s hair to ground yourself.

Then the dam breaks, you release spurts of fluid onto Jill; who backs away to watch the show, three fingers still curling against your spongy walls. You shake and cry out, the pitch of your voice awry and abnormal. Jill slaps your skin to watch as your cunt squeezes and sprays. Fingers still inside, she begins to praise you.

“Took me so good.”

“Look at you.”

“My baby.”

Slowing down the pace of her fingers, she leans over to kiss you. You whimper as she prys your lips open with her tongue, lapping lazily at yours. You taste yourself on her lips, the lingering relish of alcohol and sugar following.

After a minute or two, you both pull away.

Jill whispers against your lips,

“Think I might need another slice too.”

[duskythesomething]

here's an update on Cheesecake Banana Snake for everyone! He Gettin Lorge

[transidiotloli]

I am problematic!!

Me My name is Tenshi, 🇯🇵ノ🇹🇭ノ🇰🇷ノ🇰🇵ノ🇨🇳ノ🇧🇷!!!!

I'm 0/2/4/7/12/15/500/899 years(I am Polyage>w<)

I am radqueer, radinclus, xennie, parafilica, comship, proship, otherkin, alterhuman, lolicon, shotacon, nanacon, complex n anti contact

@bupsafr3ak mie dada>w< n @slugpatient mie friends:D

A little loli(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I make flags, userbox n symbols:3.

I do it on my own, that is, I don't make requests.

Stances:

Loliqueer, littlequeer, Apatheticqueer, Satisqueer, citrusqueer, strawberryqueer, radqueer:D

All my names!

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(Pink = love>w<)

(blue = I prefer to be called this at the moment)

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[pink-main]. [Blue-Important]

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Antiradqueer, antixenogender, anticomship, anti para, anti transID, antilolicon, Homophobic, Racist, N4z1

->Tenshi don't mind if you use Tensh flags, but Tenshi will probably block you

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[fawningvictim]

An inexperienced priest who you have to teach literally everything.. teaching him how to touch you oh I get it

rosary tangled in his fingers while he hesitantly spreads your legs, looking for your approval with every touch and every lick.

cursing you for tempting him to sin when he finally gets you to cum in his palm.. yeah you get it.

[taegimood]

Ahhh how come you be giving love to everyone but Kai? That's so not fair.

He's my biased, Soob being my wrecker.

Maybe one where Kai comes back from practice all sweaty comes back and finds you in the shower. And....well...joins...hehe 🫣

-🍰

hi there- i love kai just as much as each of the other members, please don’t assume; i don’t appreciate being accused of favoritism. the only reason i haven’t written much for him is simply because no one has requested it yet. you’re my first ask that’s specific to kai. i’ve written for him in every one of my ot5 posts, however, and last night posted a sookai thought that you can read if you’d like. i’m not being unfair to him. in fact, i’d love to get more kai asks from my readers! i’m glad to finally have one here. anyway.. just wanted to clear that up. i love kai very much. now for this shower thought, since my other readers will be looking forward to more of him.

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a/n: [wc 784] this ended up being more of a mini one-shot or something, oops.. i’ll add proper titling and stuff tomorrow..

you’d originally planned to wait up for your boyfriend, hanging out in his room until the boys were back from practice; but as the clock ticks later and later and you receive an apologetic text from kai explaining that their manager is keeping them there overtime, you decide to go ahead and make your way through your evening routine. it’s when you’re helping yourself to a warm shower that you hear the faint sounds of voices entering the dorm — confirmed by beomgyu singing at the top of his lungs as he passes through the hallway outside.

you chuckle to yourself before wondering if kai will be too tired to join you. you frown at the thought of your boyfriend, worried that he’s been feeling too overworked, and hoping that you’ll be able to help ease his stress, even if just a little. you almost don’t realize when the door opens slightly and he slips through the crack before locking it behind him, leaning forward against the sink for a moment with a tired sigh before straightening to glance over his shoulder at you. you meet each other’s eyes with small, matching smiles, not needing to say anything as he slides his sweaty clothes off and steps in to join you.

“hi baby,” he breathes quietly against the back of your neck as he nuzzles his face into it, arms immediately wrapping themselves around your waist. you hum in response, reaching a hand up over your shoulder to caress his damp hair. “hi,” you whisper back in a soft voice. “tired?”

“mhm...”

he’s gently turning you around, slowly walking you backwards with his hands on your hips until your back comes to rest against the wall. “need you,” he murmurs with sparkling eyes that flit between your own. you coo softly, reaching up again to tuck some hair behind his ear before placing a hand on his cheek to bring him down into a kiss. he doesn’t hesitate, lips moving languidly against your own as his hands wander your body, squeezing gently at every curve and valley until one slips around to rest on your lower back, pressing your hips closer as his other hand finds purchase on your thigh. he gives it a tap and you lift it into his grasp immediately, wrapping snugly around his waist.

when his hand slips down between your bodies, a smile graces his lips. “you already got yourself ready for me, huh?”

“just in case,” you smile back, coyly, and his eyes are lidded as he releases a contented sigh. “fuck, you’re always so good for me.”

he jerks himself a couple of times in preparation before aligning himself with your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your slit for a few moments with his lip between his teeth before sliding inside of you — slowly, deliciously, both of your heads tipping back with parted lips and quiet moans as he steadily sheathes himself to the hilt. you take a few moments to adjust before he slips his hand back to its previous place on your lower back. “ready?” “mhm..”

the following minutes are a blissful haze, the drag of kai’s warm cock within your walls sending shivers through every inch of your body, his forehead resting on yours as he delivers deep, steady rolls of his hips — his eyes closed contentedly as he relishes in the feeling of you wrapped all around him.

you take your time with each other, the warm water cascading over sore muscles and aching limbs, your lips finding purchase with his as you lean up to claim them once again. soon you can tell that kai is close when his moans turn into soft whimpers against your wetted lips. you stroke a hand up and down his back soothingly, your other slipping down to massage circles over your throbbing clit; his hips are stuttering now, the light sound of slapping skin heard faintly through the falling water, his breaths growing labored as he pulls you closer, and it’s when you cum around him with a shudder that he’s filling you up, moaning into the crook of your neck as he bites down gently, rocking his hips against yours until you’ve ridden out both your highs.

the two of you are panting as he slowly eases out of your pussy, bringing your leg back down to the floor and holding onto your waist to make sure that you’re steadied. his forehead finds yours again, catching his breath. “thank you,” he murmurs. he presses a kiss to your forehead and then your lips. “i love you.”

you smile. “i love you too, hyuka. let’s get you some rest.”

[narcissisticpdcultureis]

npd culture is: I am the one and only real god.

-🍰🩸

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[ask-shane]

so, jas’ birthday is today and our whole household is really excited about that. happy birthday jas! you mean the world to me, kiddo.

one of the ways we want to celebrate is by giving jas the chance to answer some of your questions and say something about your messages.

an example would look like…

anonymous said:

“happy birthday jas! i know vincent likes bugs and snails, but do you?”

ask-shane replied:

“jas says she doesn’t like bugs. they creep her out because they crawl around like crazy and have a lot of legs.”

[pastel-medic]

Is the like a Timebomb version of Demoknight- like Timeknight? Im genuinly curious

Sorta! They call him Bombslinger :P

He shoots "quick draws" with what I'd like to think is a smaller variant of the sticky launcher which looks more like a pistol and can shoot multiple smaller bombs (which can be tough to dodge I'd imagine)

[rizzanon]

silly little sanaerio that came to me in a dream (literally)

reader tries to sneak out to go to the park with caitlyn and adrien and gets caught by damien

to shut up damien reader takes him with them and they all go park tgt idfk

damien refuses to admit he wanted to just spend time with reader , he wasnt actually gonna snitch

when sneaking back in they all domino onto eachother (reader walks in first then stops beecause ruh roh they got caught) and damien bumps into reader, caitlyn bumps into adrien and eyeah

tgis prollh doesng make sensw idk what im on abt tyoing this half aslddp

-🍰

HELLO WHAT?? I LOVE THIS (although this exact scene won’t happen, i think it’s cute that damian is forcing reader to let him tag along so that he won’t snitch—literally younger sibling core and there will definitely be a moment or two like in this undoing fate (for the bants/fluff) lol)

reader: (quietly tries to sneak toward the back entrance of Wayne Manor, bag slung over your shoulder)

Damian: (from the shadows) And just where do you think you’re going?

reader: (startles, spinning around) Damian?! What the— What are you even doing here?

Damian: (arms crossed) The better question is: what are you doing? Sneaking out like some common criminal. Suspicious, don’t you think?

reader: I’m just going to the park to meet Caitlyn and Adrien, okay? It’s no big deal. Go back to brooding or whatever it is you do.

Damian: Tch. You’re sneaking out to meet those two? Again? Does Father even know about this?

reader: (glaring) Do you know how to mind your own business?

Damian: I could let this slide… or I could inform Father. Imagine his reaction when he hears about this little escapade of yours.

reader: You wouldn’t dare.

Damian: (raising an eyebrow) Try me.

reader: (groaning, pinches the bridge of your nose) Fine. You want to come? You can come. Just don’t ruin it for me, okay?

Damian: …..Hmph. I suppose I could accompany you. Someone has to keep you out of trouble.

reader: (mutters) Yeah, because I’m the one who causes trouble.

(You and Damian reach the park where Adrien and Caitlyn are waiting for you)

Caitlyn: Took you long enough. (gaze shifts to Damian) Oh, you brought company.

Damian: (flatly) I assure you, I did not want to be here. Someone needed to supervise you lot.

reader: (rolling eyes) Oh, please. He just didn’t want me to have fun without him.

Damian: (sharply) I don’t care about your fun. I have better things to do.

Adrien: (teasing) Sure, sure. And yet here you are.

Caitlyn: (grinning) Well, since you’re here, you might as well enjoy it. Or at least try.

Damian: (grumbling) I’m not here to enjoy anything.

[pretend you all hangout at a nearby night fun fair, and afterwards, after much begging, Adrien and Caitlyn managed to convince you to let them crash at the manor for the night]

reader: (whispering) Alright, stay quiet. No one’s around, so if we’re careful, we’re good.

Damian: (scoffing) Speak for yourself. I don’t get caught.

reader: (rolling eyes) Right, because you’re oh-so-perfect.

reader: (steps inside cautiously, but freezes mid-step as you hear someone—) Oh no—

Damian: (not realizing you stopped, walks straight into your back) Watch where you’re—

(Adrien, close behind, bumps into Damian, and Caitlyn crashes into Adrien. It’s a domino effect, leaving all four of you in a heap at the door.)

Adrien: Why do I always end up on the bottom?

Caitlyn: You’re just unlucky, I guess.

Damian: Get off me, you imbeciles!

reader: Shh! You’re gonna—

Alfred: (calmly stepping forward) I trust you all have a good explanation for this?

[All four of you collectively freeze, dread sinking in.]

Adrien: (still on the floor) …I’m just gonna stay down here.

Damian: This is entirely her fault. (points at you)

reader: Yeah, this is going to be a long night….

(i might write a full on oneshot for this lol i actually love this idea)

[dipperscavern]

i would have been been the worst lannister. We wouldve been at war and i would take 1 look at Robb ‘The Young Wolf’ Stark and folded

like twirling my hair around my finger being all “here’s your crown my king🥰🥰 let me know if i can do anything for you 😘”

rip to the rest of house lannister, hear me roar? nah im about to howl

-🍰

you are so real for this. id denounce house lannister by going out at night and howling at the moon

and ik you were joking but now you’re kinda giving me ideas. thoughts if you will. imagine cerseis daughter & robb meeting at winterfell…. flirty jests n just being two stupid kids with crushes on each other. imagine the only reason she doesn’t flee kings landing during the war is because she’s secretly destroying the lannisters/helping robb from the inside wait who said that

[artsy-imogen]

Can you draw more of Krobus? They're my absolute favorite shadow boi ever and I really like your artstyle of them<3

✩ of course ! I’m so happy you like how I draw the lil dude ☺️✨

✩ making new friends on the farm <3

[jadeddaydream]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a Jill Valentine/reader with reader being plus size and struggling with their image? And Jill showing them how much she finds them attractive?? Fluff or smut or both, whatever you feel up to!!

- ⛓️‍💥

Everything To Me

Pairing: Jill Valentine x Plussized!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: Plus sized reader, AFAB reader w/ G/N pronouns, mention of body insecurity, mention of dieting, fluff, smut at the end, strap-on usage, praise

A/N: Ty 4 requesting!! I’ve busy with school and work but I’m still going to be somewhat active :3

“I should go on a diet.”

You blurted out as you readied yourself for bed, taking notice of your body earlier and now you found yourself hyper-fixated on your supposed imperfections.

Jill was in bed, reading over something. Your wife was immersed, eyes scanning delicately over the ink that was spread on the paper. She had her glasses on and was dressed in her pajamas. Before you spoke, she found herself in a rhythm of dampening her thumb and flipping the page. Once you did, Jill raised an eyebrow at your sudden broach.

“Why? I thought the doctor said you were fine.” Jill recalled the time you came home from your last doctor’s visit and told her all about it and since the lack of medical issues; she grew puzzled at the sudden focus on dieting. She set her reading down with haste, placing her glasses on top of the paper. Jill observed your current state with unease, from the way you looked at yourself in the mirror, how you tugged at your precious skin, and the unmistakable frown on your face. It broke her heart, and before you knew it; she’d pushed herself up from the bed to stand right next to you.

You tried to explain it, truly engrossed in how to ‘fix’ your insecurities. “I know…it’s just I don’t really like my body right now.” You confessed, pinching the skin of your stomach and watching it fold. You turned to the side, frowning at the roundness of your thighs and stomach, completely lost in yourself that you didn’t notice Jill right behind you.

“Angel,” Her voice spread through the air, making you jump. You couldn’t believe how swiftly she moved, your heart pounding against your chest for a couple of beats.

“Stop that.” She had pushed you away from the mirror gently with a firm grip on your shoulders. She turned you to face her fully, wanting to make sure you were looking into her eyes. Your pout made her want to beat down whoever made you feel bad about yourself, and she cups your cheek with a doting look in her eyes.

“You have no reason to go on a diet, and no reason to dislike your body,” Jill assured you with a benign tone, her thumb now rubbing circles into your shoulder. Her comfort was firm but warm at the same time and it brought butterflies in your stomach.

“You’re gorgeous and healthy, no need to change anything.” She whispered, her other hand moving to rest on your shoulder as well.

“I know…but I-” You stuttered, interrupted when she kissed you, deep and passionate with her hands now resting on your hips. You quickly grew warm as Jill began to run her fingers all over your body, her touch gentle and pleasant. She pulled away from your mouth, lathering kisses along the edge of your jawline. Before you could follow up with another statement about your body, Jill began to speak.

“Love your pretty smile, the way your cheeks look when I tell a joke,” She moves lower, sucking marks into your neck.

“Love your arms when they wrap around me, how soft your stomach feels against my arms when I sneak up behind you.” Jill’s hands rested on your abdomen, rubbing soft circles with her thumb on your skin. You couldn’t help but crack a soft smile at her tenderness, the combination of her touch and expression of love for your body making you timid. She noticed the way you stared at the wall and avoided her gaze, Jill being quick to grab your chin gently. “Look at me.” She ordered in a loving tone of voice.

“You’re the most kind, breathtaking, amazing, gorgeous person I know.” Jill tenderly caressed your jawline.

“You’re perfect, don’t ever forget that.” Her aegean eyes bore into yours, her gaze full of sincerity and love. You smiled despite how you felt at the moment. She was serious, you knew. Her hands moved to your hips, squeezing the flesh delicately. Jill continued with the praise with the hopes of riling you up. “Love the way your hips look when you wear those shorts I like.”

“Hmm….amazing ass too,” Jill buried her nose in your neck, kissing the skin there. You couldn’t help but laugh at her sudden crassness, her touch sending you into a small frenzy. She moved from your neck to your chest, smothering her face in your cleavage. She slid her hands up your body and grabbed both of your breasts, squeezing them gingerly.

“Don’t know what I’d do without them,” Jill mumbled in your skin, toying with your nipples. You gasped, a rush of fervor flowing through your veins. You stammered out her name, in an attempt to delay her sudden change in behavior. “You drive me crazy, I can’t believe that you would ever dislike all this.” She moved to your neck once more, groping you harshly now. She knew she’d got you, from the change in body temperature from the way you were drenched when she slid her hand down your pajama shorts.

“How you feeling Angel?” She asked casually as if she didn’t have her hand shoved down your underwear.

“I’m fine,” You replied softly.

“Good,” She gripped your waist, sending shivers down your spine; her slow and intentional kisses making you crumble under her.

“Jill!”

“Say it again.”

You say it again, voice pitched as if you were recreating a melody. Jill filled you up with her strap, giving her the ability to feel every part of your body. It was overwhelming, her slow and deep strokes combined with the way her hands felt on your body made you feel euphoric. Her lips come down to meet yours in a deep passionate kiss, almost as if she was trying to prove her love for you; for all of you.

“Don’t ever think there’s something wrong with you, you’re everything to me.” She said in a breathy whisper, her hips drilling into you. She had one hand on your plush stomach and the other on your chest, continuing her pattern of intense strokes.

You moan in response, Jill looking down at you.

“Oh, does it feel good baby?” She asked in a coo, observing the way your mouth was ajar and how loud and clear your moans were. You reply in a loud moan of ‘Yes!’ as your body shakes from the force of her thrusts. You were trapped, bliss washing over you relentlessly.

Jill continued her pace, her hands on every inch of your skin; loving and encapsulated in worship.

“I love you so much. I love you, I love your body—your soul.” She emphasized with a huff, her hips slapping against your thighs with a sloppy sound. You whine in an attempt to get the words out; entranced by the way she looked at you with so much love amid such a sinful act. You pushed out a “Love you so much!” after a deep breath, high-pitched and eager.

Jill laughed, a bead of sweat at her temple. Smile lines came into view as she let out said laugh, her face softening at the way you looked underneath her. Precious, and all hers. She moved her hand to have her thumb rub against your swollen bud, throbbing and swollen. Another husky laugh from her when you mewled loudly, legs tense and trembling.

“You’re so beautiful like this. Say it, say you’re beautiful.” Jill commanded as she continued with determination to get you to see yourself as she did.

You were lost, moans and whimpers leaving your lips. You took a deep breath, warmth spreading throughout your body from how good it felt. Your wetness was audible, distracting you as well. You finally regain some composure, letting out a moan of ‘I’m beautiful.’ Jill smiled, her hips still moving back and forth. Her thumb continued, your climax sneaking up in slow waves.

Jill couldn’t look away, honestly, she never will. You both radiated desire, skin damp with sweat. Your moans grew higher in pitch, signaling how close you were. Jill kept moving, slow and deep. Your eyes rolled back and your lower stomach trembled. It was overwhelming, every part.

“Gonna cum for me?” Jill asked, doting and saccharine. You whined in response, fueling her desire to bring you to completion. She leaned over you, soft kisses along the skin of your neck and collarbone. You finally fell over the edge, sparks spreading throughout your body and rendering you into a babbling, rapturous mess. Sweet praise and tender words fell from your lover’s lips as she helped you ride out your orgasm, each one followed by a kiss.

“You’re perfect, baby. Every single part of you.”