#alie requests

[alieinthemorning]

TOUCHED STARVED LEONA WITH VERY PDA AFFECTIONATE FEM!READER AAAAAA

A Familiar Touch [Leona Kingscholar]

Content: Touch-Starved, Fluff, Emotional Hurt and Comfort, Soft Leona Kingscholar

Pronouns: None

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How long had it been since someone had run a brush  through his hair? Gently undoing each and every knot and tangle. Who hummed a tune that was different from the one from before, yet familiar all the same.

He felt like a cub again, and honestly?

He didn't like what feelings that dredged up.

However, he also couldn't bare to remove himself from such bliss.

Call him selfish, he didn't care.

Chartreuse eyes open to find your own closed, a soft smile gracing your features with the sunlight from the open blinds of his balcony haloing you.

You were beautiful.

"Sounds like you're thinking pretty hard there." Your voice cut through his thoughts.

He was glad that your hands were in his hair and not on his face because he couldn't keep himself from flushing.

He sighed, tail thumping against the sheets. "You're imaginin' things."

"Sure, sure..." You paused, then asked. "Are you thinking about home?"

He froze.

Seven, you were too perceptive for your own good.

And he had already confirmed your suspicions by freezing up like damn prey.

He pulled himself up, showing you his back (putting up some kind of wall between the two you).

You placed a hand on his back, however, completely disregarding his weak attempt at closing you off.

"Talk to me."

His eyes slid close as his body leaned forward. Elbows on his knees and head in his hands. Your body followed him.

"When I was little my mother would always brush my hair before bed. She would take her time and hum this little tune and just..." He trailed off, losing himself in the feelings of those memories.

He didn't like thinking of is ma. It brought up too much to the surface. Too much that he refused to sort through.

Too much about her.

Too much about his father.

Too much about his brother.

Too much about how much he has lost.

"Leona." One again, you pull him from that headspace. "I hope I'm not over stepping but..."

"I'm so happy that I'm you trust me with things like this."

He released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "'Course I trust you with this.'

"I love you."

Guess who's feeling better from the Big Ick?

It's me (i've been up for 3 hours lmao)!

Anyway, this took forever and I didn't end up using the other two requested traits of: short and bubbly, but hey we got touch-starved (did we tho?????)

We got something nice and soft and that's all that matters uwu

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[nyoclosmom]

dude why is nobody talking about this outfit

[gameofthronesdaily]

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON 2.04 ― “The Red Dragon and the Gold” (requested by anonymous)

[h0nex]

Fallout New Vegas characters react to finding out fem!Courier is infertile~

Boone: *starts jopping*

Benny: "Can I still breastfeed anyways toots?"

Arcade: "Okay...? ...sorry?"

Cass: "nothing a bit of grit and determination cant change"

Veronica: "o-oh" 😳 *runs away shyly but trips on a nuke and explodes*

Vulpes: *growls* "you're my omega, as the alpha I'll find a way"

Caeser: "okay degenerate lol"

The King: *Elvis voice* "Well alright sugar thats what I'm talkin' about!"

Raul: "Okay, why are you even telling me this boss?"

Lily: "That's okay dearie theres always adoption if being a parent is the path for you <3"

Yes-man: "That's the best news I've heard all day! Unless it isn't, in which case: my condolences!"

Victor: "Yeehaw!"

Ed-e: *beeps*

Sunny: Smiles

[diva-calderu]

Lilia x Alice x Jennifer

For @rowinablx

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[dojolarusso]

ali mills + approaching daniel (requested by anonymous)

[susartwork]

Some Alphys fren requests from Discord ♪(´▽｀)

Semper!Alphys belongs to @unknowntalesbymiles Radioactive!Alphys belongs to @vickling27 Inverso!Alphys belongs to @nova2cosmos Resident!Alphys belongs to @parniathedevil

[moodmoodthecrabking]

ruthie and richie mouse moodboard requested by @infected-paul

[writingsofwesteros]

Hey I think requests are open? Can you do a one shot with Aemonds innocent sister who follows him everywhere, goes to harrenhal with him. Aemond then walks into his sisters chambers to find Alys between her thighs and just takes pleasure in watching them both

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

NSFW

Gods, sometimes Aemond wished you did not worship him so much. It was too dangerous for you to be here. Still, he wouldn’t change you for the world, he thought to himself whilst slowly moving towards your quarters. The argument you had both had the evening prior had broken his heart; the words continued to move through his mind.

He hated arguing with you; Aemond could count on three fingers the amount of times you had. The Prince looked down at the bright flowers that looked so ridiculous in his hand. The red roses hardly blooming but he had tried his best. Gods, he hoped you were in a better mood - he hated fighting with you but couldn’t you see it was for your own protection. 

Aemond tapped the wooden door with his knuckles; mind still racing as he clutched the flowers tighter. A soft whimper came over his ears, which only brought confusion over him. That was until worry took over him.”Princess…” The nickname he had for you whispered from his lips as Aemond slowly opened the door an inch and then another.

The sight that greeted him had Aemond’s eyes widening; the flowers completely forgotten about as they dropped to the floor. It was the moans that came over him first; the sweet ones as he stepped to the side and finally saw you. Your name fell from his lips as your body arched in the throws of passion Alys was giving you.

“My Prince…” Alys purred; those dark eyes of hers locked onto Aemond before she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your soaked pussy before sucking on your clit some more. Your body jolted at her touch as your head lolled to the side. “Aemond…” You whimpered out breathlessly; a blush forming on your cheeks.

The state of shock still bubbled inside Aemond as he watched the display in front of him; his soft cock becoming harder now and straining against his pants. Those dark eyes of Alys slowly looked up and down his body with an amused look all the while her tongue was working around your soaked pussy; circling your clit.

The obscene, lewd sounds of yours echoed around the room as your body was no longer staying still now. You delicately reached for Alys’ hair and tugged her without thought; the desperation running wild inside you. Your soft, ample breasts began to bounce, which only caught Aemond’s eye some more as he turned his head.

Your eyes rolled back as her sucking only continued; a slender finger or two of Alys’ began to brush through your soaked lips; teasing your entrance before slowly pushing in. A sharp gasp escaped you as Aemond stepped forward on instinct. Your body was flushed and arching once more as Alys curled her fingers.

“Taste her.” Alys softly whispered up to Aemond; her voice purring. Enchanting the Prince to begin moving forward. “It is what she wants.” The witch continued to whisper into both of your ears. “She’s dreamt of you.” A soft blush moved over your cheeks as you whimpered; shyly hiding your face into the pillows.

“Do you not want her?” Alys continued; the movements of her fingers only became quicker now as they pushed deeper. You moaned  and whimpered even more before a startled gasp escaped you when Aemond reached to touch your thrashing body. His eagerness and hunger you had never noticed before was easily read in his eye now.

Gently, he reached for your soft, ample breasts that were on full display. Of course - you had seen the amount of times he stared down your dress. It was no surprise that it was his first touch. The surprise was how gentle he was..how shy. You softly whimpered; chewing on your bottom lip as your body arched for him.

“Take what you want.” Alys purred as she cheekily added a third finger in your soaked, tight pussy that clamped on her. The quickness grew as the squelching of your wetness only echoed around the room some more. Soon, Aemond’s hot mouth engulfed your soft, sensitive breast that had you whimpering out even more.

“Aemond…” His name falling from your lips as you reached for his hair; guiding him closer and keeping him there. His tongue brushed over your pebbled nipple that caused goosebumps to brush over your soft skin. Your toes curled in pleasure once more as Alys’ fingers easily pushed against your spongy spot again and again.

His larger hand moved to your free breast and began to palm; thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple before pinching it. “Oh..oh gods..!” A cry escaped you at the action as Aemond only chuckled against your breasts some more. Alys’ thumb brushed over your clit, causing your body to jolt once more from the sheets beneath you.

Aemond softly began to kiss up your chest; his tongue moving over your soft skin as he pressed open mouthed kisses up your neck and jaw. Your eyes locked as your pretty face began to screw up in pleasure. Soon, he leaned in and lovingly captured your soft lips. A sweet gasp escaped you as your eyes widening; your arms looping around his neck.

The kiss only deepened; your tongues dancing as your eyes began to flutter shut now. Your body and mind surrendering completely. Aemond pressed all the love and devotion he had for you after all these years that it was building. “Want ..want you…” You softly babbled out breathlessly as you leaned away to breathe.

Alys only chuckled; pressing soft kisses up and down your inner thighs as her fingers continued to play with you. The pleasure had your head falling back once more as you missed the slow movements of Aemond. It was only when a longer, rougher tongue brushed over your clit and the cries of your pleasure only grew louder than you realised he had moved.

The slurping of Aemond’s tongue had you blushing madly as one hand was in both of their hairs as the pleasure only increased. Your stomach began to tighten even more as you slowly rocked against their fingers and tongue. “Yes..oh, my..so good..” I babbled nonsense as whines and moans escaped me; echoing around the room as I was pleasured so intensely. 

Your inner thigh only became wetter as a free hand of yours moved to grip so tightly on the sheets surrounding you. You were so close; the pleasure so new and exciting. You only wanted more as your climax finally ripped through you without warning. You squirted around her fingers and his tongue that only continued to lap hungrily at her.

Your body continued to thrash at the intense pleasure ripping through you. The begs to stop were on the tip of your tongue but you couldn’t find it in yourself to say so…not when it felt so good. Not when you had Aemond here. Your eyes locked onto Alys and it was as if she could read your mind as she slowly leaned away.

Her dripping, slender fingers moved into her own mouth as she hotly sucked on them whilst watching Aemond move into the space she left. His face never moves from in between your legs as his own fingers spread your lips apart. “You have done this before.” Alys commented as you whimpered; a soft frown coming over your face at the idea of Aemond being with someone else.

The Prince only hummed; neither in agreement or anything else as he locked eyes with you. He watched as you began to lose yourself once more as he greedily lapped up the juices you gave him. Your inner thighs are now completely soaked as were the sheets underneath you. Still, Aemond continued to drive you to another release.

TAGLUST

@aerangi

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@i-killed-ramsey

@watercolorskyy

@snh96

[mynerathemystic]

request by: @midlandslady2 a rewrite of daemon x alys' conversation where he says he wants rhaenyra to rule by his side.

"And how fare you, Prince of Nightmares and Dastardly Deeds?"

A scowl marred Dameon's face as he looked up from the edge of crumbling rock where he rested, his jaw clenched when Alys Rivers announced her arrival. She met his gaze with a smug grin, her severely straight raven hair parted to reveal eyes far too wide and seemingly endless. He quickly averted her stare and resumed sharpening the ax in his hand, the clang of iron against stone harsh and aggressive.

"It appears not too well," she said, her voice thick with mock concern. 

Daemon continued to ignore her after she sat down and moved in close to study him, a cloying mix of peppery spices and something burnt wafting from her and assaulting his nose. She moved to touch his cheek and Daemon caught her wrist and shoved her hand back, returning to his work with a grunt, much to her apparent amusement.

"I am certain there are far more constructive ways for you to fill your time," he told her, counting each whack to remain focused on the task at hand and not the intrusive thoughts telling him to drive the tool into her skull.

"And I could say the same for you," she argued, leaning back using her arms. "You look awful, by the way—dark circles, sickly complexion, hair matted like a rat's nest. What will Rhaenyra say when her husband returns and has aged so," she trailed off, subjecting him to the slow, scrutinizing drag of her eyes along his body before tutting and shaking her head, "...poorly."

Daemon stood and without hesitation pointed his ax between Alys’ eyes. "I haven’t time for you, witch. Keep her name out of your filthy mouth and address her properly as your queen.”

Alys' lips curled at the insult. She retrieved an apple from her pocket and cleaned it using her sleeve.

It was uncertain to Daemon at what point it occurred, but the halls, once filled with men meandering to and from the courtyard, had gradually become quiet. The sounds of splitting wood and tools scraping were absent; instead, an insidious silence replaced it. The sky had shifted as well, no longer the cloudless cerulean of mid-day but the deep blackish-blue of a starless sea that engulfed him.

"I see. So you are worried." Alys inspected the piece of fruit and took a hefty bite, indifferent towards the change in scenery. "Worried that she'll abandon you. Leave you here to rot once she realizes how pathetic—"

"I am not—" Daemon's nostrils flared, his weapon still leveled at her face. "You know nothing."

"And pray tell, what is it I don't understand, Daemon?" she pushed, unfazed by the hatchet aimed at her. "What is it I can't already see inside of that arrogant, dense, vain head of yours?"

"She cannot succeed—she cannot rule without me."

In the midst of her last mouthful, Alys choked, the apple tumbling to the ground once laughter overtook her. The wind whistled between the gaps of bare branches and joined in her merriment, as though it too thought little of him.

"And what do you know of loyalty?" Daemon asked, his tone even yet abrasive. "What do you know of devotion? Confined within this castle, haunting the halls with your childish bag of tricks and horrid tonics. You, Alys Rivers,” he stepped closer, “know nothing of me, my mind, or my heart. And you never will. Because you—a creature committed to nothing but torment—do not possess any of it; not a mind, let alone a heart.”

Alys came to an abrupt stop, as if someone suddenly cut the strings of a puppet. The air stilled and she tilted her head, her eyes boring into his.

Satisfied with her response, Daemon continued. 

"I am Rhaenyra's shield. I am her armor. As long as I draw breath, no harm will befall her. This is how to ensure her ascension. And that is why I must do my part."

"What?" Alys scoffed. "Become a pawn, a knight, in this game? And what if you fail? What then? Give up your life for hers?"

"If necessary."

"And what of your dear wife? And your children?"

At this, Daemon’s grip faltered and he shook his head, his brow furrowed. "Sacrifice is but a necessity of war. I live on through them." He was the one that uttered the words, but they sounded rehearsed and distant as they hung there in the void between them.

Alys inspected him further, as if there were stories there, written between the folds of his skin that she was desperate to devour. 

“You're awfully dreary, you know,” she finally said with a sigh. “Death, devotion, and such.”

Daemon glowered at her, feeling somewhat exposed in a manner he was not accustomed to. "Well, then. I am sorry my life does not have much to offer as a source of entertainment."

"Oh, don't be.” Alys rose and yawned while she stretched, the heavy hush that once blanketed them dissipating in an instant. She nudged Daemon’s ax with the back of her hand and it fell out of his hold and onto the ground. “I'm plenty entertained."

Within a second, the sun broke through the fathomless dark, and the sounds and smells of workers tending to the rebuilding of Harrenhal were once more present. 

Daemon knelt to retrieve the tool, irritated by her theatrics, while she continued.

"And for the record, don't underestimate the will of the Gods. Perhaps one day they’ll work in your favor."

"Oh, is that so?” he asked, humoring her. “Which ones?"

Alys shrugged and turned to leave. "The ones who decide to listen."

[alieinthemorning]

Hello! May I send a request for Twisted Wonderland?

Leona and Malleus specifically, reacting to a Gender Neutral Reader with the power of a empathic healer, meaning they can heal people by taking their injuries and placing them on themselves? They used this power very often due to them hating to see people hurt when they can help?

Thank you!

For Thee, Not for Me [Leona Kingscholar || Malleus Draconia]

Content: Blood and Injury, Reader has a Unique Magic | Signature Spells, Strong Language, Inappropriate Use of Unique Magic | Signature Spells, Can Be Read as Platonic or Romantic, Angst 

Pronouns: None

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You liked Magishift. It was a fast-paced game that if you weren’t paying close attention to, you'd miss a play that would have the disc in the other team’s possession. You liked it so much that you usually sat in for the Magishift club’s practice. 

Well, that wasn’t the full truth. The reason why you sat in on so many practices, mainly the practice matches, was because you were their self-imposed medic. Most of the time you dealt with injuries that could be resolved with a med-kit, other times you needed to use healing magics.

Then there were days like these,

“Worry not, there’s nothing for you to abide by. Leave all your worries to me. For Me, Not Thee.”

You didn’t even flinch as the deep gash along Epel’s forehead (and other more minor injuries) transferred from him to you. Instead, you immediately placed a hand to your temple, the ever so familiar tingle thrumming against your skin.  

You turned to the student who had caused the injury. “I would say be more careful, but that was obviously on purpose.” Your tone was flat, and your eyes were somewhat narrowed. 

You weren’t really mad, mainly disappointed. You hated when they got like this, when one of them felt like another was doing better, so they needed to sabotage in order to feel better about themselves. 

His lips curled back, obviously surprised that you had the audacity to call him out on his shit. “What the fuck do you know—”

“More than you, obviously.” Leona cut him off as he approached. “If you can’t keep your shit together, then you can go. Don’t need no pussy-footed fuckers on the team.” Despite the vulgarity of his words, his look was something else entirely. Full authority, no room for negotiation. 

That student has lost his position on the team. 

You sighed internally, knowing that this would cause more problems for you in the long run. 

Then, after checking on you and Epel (and making sure Epel thanked you), Leona had practice continue as normal. While you just sat there healing your head wound. Once practice was over, you were escorted back to your dorm by Ruggie. You also found yourself in his company for the next two weeks.

You had to continuously bite your cheek to keep yourself from blurting out your appreciation, not only for him, but his Dorm Leader. 

On the days without Magshift practice, you found yourself under a large tree watching Sebek and Silver spar with their batons. You found their dedication to their Lord admirable, that even in a school of adolescents that held no worthy flame to the Prince of Briar Valley that they would so diligently practice the sword. 

However, yet again, you had another reason for watching them so closely.  

Because no matter how quick and calculated their strikes may be, accidents are always along the horizon. 

He didn’t make a sound, just dropped to one knee as he clutched his side. You were at his side in mere moments. 

“Worry not, there’s nothing for you to abide by. Leave all your worries to me. For Me, Not Thee.”

This time you did flinch as the injury transferred. You weren’t fully healed from Epel’s injury, alongside others, and taking a new, serious one so soon really affected you. You slammed your eyes shut and clapped a hand over your mouth, bile threatening its way up your throat. Thankfully, with a pair of hands to steady your swaying body and another to rub soothing circles along your back, you were able to weather that storm. 

However, even though you had begun the healing process, you had found yourself in a bit of a bind.

“Ah. I’ll have to ask a favor of the two of you.” You hated to do this, but you knew that you were in bad condition. “Could you help me back to my dorm?”

“Of course.” Silver said as he helped you to your feet, then slung your arm over his shoulders. 

Sebek was hovering at your other side, biting his lip harshly.

You smiled, “If you keep biting your lip like that, I’ll have to take that injury too, you know.” He stopped, but he was still frowning deeply. 

Ah. 

Out of all the people who hated when you used your Unique Magic like this, Sebek was one of your most vocal. So this blunder must really be hurting him. 

You frowned as well.

Oh, if only you could take away negative emotions as well. 

The return to your room was quiet and filled with plenty of quick glances. The long stares had died down after your second year. You had been dubbed “Healer” by your peers, and even the freshmen knew of you. Someone to go to if you were in danger. 

Once they had made sure you were fine and settled, they set to leave.

Or rather, Silver did. Sebek lingered at your bedside, working at his lower lip again. You sent Silver off, then waited for Sebek. 

He didn’t have much to say. “You cannot keep pushing yourself like this.” His voice was soft, yet firm. “When you fall, who attends to you?” 

You smiled, but didn’t respond. He had heard your answer before.

“As long as everyone else is safe” then I don’t matter.

You should have seen this coming. You knew that despite your new-found companionship, that there would always be someone lurking in the shadows. 

So when the sudden shove at your back forced you forward, you were only mildly surprised. 

Your brain had already begun listing all the injuries you could get from being pushed down the stairs, reacting immediately when one of many was obtained. 

You didn’t scream, just grunted as you tumbled to the landing, biting your lip as the splitting headache made its way between your eyes. 

The both of you were quiet. You focused on healing and him focused on your silent, unmoving body. Then there was a flash of green, a short shriek then nothing again because you had passed out at that point.

Although, one last thought you had before you relinquish your consciousness was: 

“I’m gonna punch the shit outta that fucker once I’m in the clear.”

World traveled fast at Night Raven College. Especially when he was hidden in what he would consider to be plain sight. And regardless of whispers, his ears were sharper than most. 

He didn’t even wait for them to leave before he emerged from his resting place and set out to find you. His pace quickened as more and more information slipped from loose lips. You had healed two major injuries within the past week, which meant you weren’t in the best shape. But what was worse, is that you were shoved down a flight of stairs.

By one of his own.

He was going to hold him, but not until after he checked on you.

“Why are you here.” He snarled upon arrival. 

Of all the people who could have been at your bedside, this was the one he was least expecting. 

The Horned-Bastard himself, Malleus fucking Draconia.

The lizard-fucker turned to face him, head slightly tilted to the side with a small grin. “Fixing another one of your messes, it seems.” 

Leona growled, taking a threatening step forward. Malleus’ grin grew wider. 

“If either of you start, I swear I will never heal you again.” You croaked from the bed, forcing yourself upright. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…” Leona groaned, wiping a hand down his face. He crossed the room, ignoring the horned-bastard. “Didn’t even lay hands on’em, and you’re already thinking about healing—you’re the one in bed, dumbass.” 

You sniffled. “It’s just a White Cold.” He rolled his eyes. Of course, you would get sick from over healing yourself. “I’ve already taken the medicine for it, so I should be fine in a day or two.” You smiled at him—the both of them. “Thanks for checking in on me, though.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes again, just turned his back on you. “Why do I even bother…”

“Oh, if you’re gonna go now, can I ask you to do me a favor, Leona?” His ears perked up at that, you rarely asked for anything. “Could you handle the one from before? The pussy-footed fucker?”

“Snrk!” He slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the laugh. He was not expecting you to say that. Once he regained himself, he answered. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. I was already headed that way.” As much as he disliked leaving you with Draconia, he had to make sure business was handled. 

And the business was handled well. 

A hand on the back of the neck. Magic cracking down the back.

“I am hunger. I am thirst. I am what robs you of tomorrow. King’s Roar.” 

“One wrong step, and I’ll put your remains in an hourglass.” Was the only thing he said to him before he let the pussy-footed fucker loose.

Someone removed themselves from the shadows with a sigh. “I’m sure you’re gonna ask me to keep an eye on him, right?”

“No. I want you to keep an eye on the Healer. Make friends.” He rolled his shoulders. “I’ll make sure to compensate you.” 

“Oh? Shishishi…aye, aye, sir!” Ruggie gave him a two finger salute before making his exit. 

Leona sighed. “I’m tired…”

Request complete! Thank you for requesting!

This was actually really fun to write, especially since I pushed myself to write at least 1,000 words. Well I actually wrote 1.5K!

Also please note that I call Spell Drive "Magishift" and I literally refuse to call it anything else.

This also very quickly became a Leona-centric thing (and also Sebek??? he had his little moment) instead of Leona and Malleus, but hey he at least showed up lmao.

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[dying-suffering-french-stalkers]

I was just rereading the LoA script and this line stuck out.

[regina-cordium]

EDDIES BLOOD IN BUCKS MOUTH. YOU GET IT. REBLOG.

[bookworm-fangirl1]

presenting yamini kapoor-mercado Lopez as a witch

I love how it turned out

@telugu-girl-13 based on ur request

[miss-ali-lawliet]

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't posted anything from myself in a hot second, but I thought I'd let you know that I'm opening my writing to Dungeon meshi!

I'm my writing on top of x reader sort of things, I'm gonna be mixing in my dungeon meshi oc in the mix as well! Specifically with her relationship with Laios and the rest of the party and possibly even proper writings? 🤔 Not fully sure yet! But I feel inspired and love the series, I'm caught up on the anime and finished the manga!

Also reminder you can ask me things through the ask box on any media or anything like that! I'd love to be able to chat with you guys more!