#animated nsfw?? with this economy?

[witchywcmans]

TOO SWEET. | LAIOS TOUDEN

synopsis ━━ after accepting his new title, your moments alone with laios start to become a rarity. it was hard for him to find time, making him long for the days in the dungeon with you. and now, the kisses between you two were quick and desperate, until one night...when a very tired laios just can't seem to ignore you. (laios x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ cunnilingus + fingering, praise, size kink, reader on top, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, yearning + sexual tension, laios and reader haven't boinked in a bit, monster facts as dirty talk ofc, confession, mentions of dubious consent in 5th paragraph (from when the winged lion switched into laios's body). nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.4k

song inspiration ━━ howl, florence + the machine / oil & water, pvris / love story, taylor swift

author's note ━━ THIS ONE-SHOT CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING OF DUNGEON MESHI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! okay, part 3 (and final part) of my laios series is here! like the other parts, this could be read as a standalone, if you want. my plan for part 3 was to make it vague in case ppl who haven’t read the manga want to read it, but that kinda went out the window. I highly encourage everyone to read the manga if you want more of the story, it gets so interesting! I'm a SUCKER for a knight x ruler ship, so that's what you're getting in this!! I've enjoyed writing this little connected series so much and it really pushed me to start writing reader one-shots! if it hadn't been for all the ppl in the dungeon meshi fandom who read my work, I probably wouldn't have started this. this anime + manga has become one of my absolute favorites!! I hope you guys enjoy this! ps: don't worry, I will be writing more laios in the future 😉

🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.

After what felt like years, all was right in the world when the Island’s dungeon was destroyed and the Golden Kingdom finally rose from the sea. You had gotten to know Laios – in more ways than one – throughout your journey inside the dungeon, which had left you terrified at some points, especially when you almost lost him. But it hadn’t surprised you when the people had declared him King of a land that was thought to have been perished 1000 years ago. With everything he sacrificed, Laios – the devour of monsters, the destroyer of demons – was the only right person to rule.

With the help of Marcille, Senshi, Chilchuck, and even more friends met along the way, Laios was advised thoroughly as he undertook the stresses of establishing the Golden Kingdom once again. He had to deal with villager problems, instituting the economy, and keeping an eye on the monsters that took residence in surrounding lands. He watched them from his bedroom window on the farthest tower of the castle, admiring the beasts that warded off any threats to the kingdom. But his passion had become the production and preservation of food throughout his land, specifically in regards to magic and monsters. He made sure not one person in the Golden Kingdom went hungry, even if it killed him someday.

Most days were spent researching with his advisors or sitting in the throne room, listening to villagers' pleas for more building materials, better water, or whatever else they came up with that day. Laios made sure to listen to every ask, but he had to admit – just talking to people was exhausting. He never regretted his decision to become King, but sometimes … he longed for the days in the dungeons, tearing into whatever monster they cooked up that night, fighting alongside you, holding your hand or kissing you … tasting you.

Like your former party members, you had taken up residence in the castle as Laios’s chief knight and sworn protector. It made sense, given the fact that you had saved him with your crossbow on several occasions in the dungeon. You frequented by his side, except when he was in his own chambers. You led him to meetings, walked with him through the streets of the kingdom, protected him if any threats arose. Ever since you took up this mantle, your moments alone together had become rare. There had been one night: after Laios was safe and sound in the walls of the castle … that you shared his bed with him, tears streaming down your face because you had been so worried for him, but it didn’t matter anymore now that he was safe, and healing, and pounding into you so hard that it left you both gasping for air. Besides that, the only encounters you had alone were fleeting, consisting of swift, passionate kisses and rough squeezes in dark corners. You two hadn’t been intimate in any sense of the word since … well, since the Winged Lion was defeated. 

Just the memory of the demon made you shiver. You remembered when the Wing Lion had switched into Laios’s body and granted his true desire to become a monster. Before trying to escape the dungeon, he had tried fooling all the party members that he really was Laios and he almost fooled you. You recalled the way he had tried to kiss you – probably devouring your own desires right from your mouth – and how his hands so eagerly tried to slip underneath your skirt, finding you already aching and ready for your lover, just needing to be touched after being so distraught over Laios’s wellbeing. But you recognized the foreign contact from a mile away, and you had pushed him back, screaming at the Winged Lion to bring back your Laios.

You shook yourself out of the memory as you walked Laios back to his bed chambers that night. His stomach was full from dinner, but he was also worn out from a long day of meeting with his advisors. Marcille had really chewed into him about something today, but you weren’t sure of the reason. Holding open the door to his room for him, you caught his tired, lingering gaze before he disappeared inside. You swallowed hard, stationing yourself outside his door, your fingers on the handle of your sword. Nights like these were hard. They were lonely. It was just you out here, manning the King’s chambers, with nothing but the memory of his mouth between your legs or his groans echoing in your ears. 

His half-lidded eyes tonight had you reeling, squeezing your thighs together as you tried to forget about how much you wanted him. It had been almost two weeks since he last kissed you. And that kiss had been quick, desperate, two people colliding in the small, unlit closet used by the maids.

Your hand enclosed around the hilt of your sword, and you nodded at two other guards walking past. If you kept losing yourself to daydreams like this, there was no way you’d be focused enough to protect Laios from an immediate threat. That’s what mattered after all: the King’s protection … the King’s protection … the King. Surely, it wasn’t wise to be so entranced with the new King of the Golden Kingdom as his sworn sword. And again, you understood why you were picked. But it was nights like this where you really wished you had just been … his lover. Hell, you’d even survive with just being a lady of the court if it meant no more secret meetings in closets.

You could’ve dwelled on this predicament for hours, if the door to the Laios’s chambers wasn’t opening.

You turned immediately, your hand on the hilt of your sword going tight. But it was just Laios, leaning against the open door and rubbing at his tired eyes. He had shed his fancy clothes for a nightshirt and loose-fitting drawers. His hair had grown a bit longer, and he refused to cut it out of spite. The way it was sticking out right now, pushed back slightly by his hand … you swore you could feel your knees buckling.

“Your Grace?” You greeted, remaining professional, until you saw that look in his eyes again. That tired, lingering gaze. Full of want, and care, and desperation for another body against his.

His eyes crinkled, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your call. “Please, do not feel the need to call me that at this hour.” He then held out his hand, beckoning you closer.

Swallowing hard, your eyes flicker down the barren hallway before taking his hand, letting him lead you inside his bed chambers. This was the moment you’d been waiting for so long. His movements were calculated, deliberate, as he slowly shut the large door. You unhooked your belt and scabbard, setting them by the door. As you turned to him, he was already in front of you, helping you take off your armor. His fingers were slow, not in a hurry, as he fiddled with the metal fasteners. He struggled with some clasps, muttering under his breath, and you laughed softly. Each piece was set delicately on the ground, and then he was lifting off your chainmail as if it weighed nothing. You sometimes wondered how you were able to walk around with such heavy material every day since taking up this mantle.

Finally, you were left in nothing but your clothes beneath the armor: a loose red tunic and suede trousers. The relaxed nature in his eyes vanished, replaced by an intense hunger, mirroring the stance of a wolf. Laios was rushing towards you, pushing you against the wall, and pressing his mouth onto yours. You matched his desire tenfold, winding your hands into his hair as you kissed each other with desperation. His fingers fisted into the sides of your shirt, pulling you against him, while his tongue prodded into your mouth. He groaned immediately. All this time without tasting just a bit of you had him weak in the knees. He’d never go this long without kissing you ever again.

“It’s been weeks,” he muttered between kisses. Gone was the monster-obsessed adventurer who saved you from turning into a sea serpent. He’d been replaced by a King who yearned for your touch the second he saw you every morning.

“Since we last kissed,” you corrected as he pressed your back even further into the cold, stone wall. His lips broke away from yours, leaving a trail of spit connecting you two. You exhaled, “It’s been months since we were alone for longer than two minutes.”

“I know,” he sighed, now nuzzling his cheek against yours, “and I’m sorry. All I want to do is go back to the dungeon … with you. It’s just … there’s no time, and I’m so tired.” His mouth then dragged to the shell of your ear, and you shivered when his hot breath ghosted over the side of your face. “But the way you looked tonight at dinner … I don’t know … it was the way the wine made your face red … no matter how tired I was, I had to have you tonight. I missed you so much.”

You were sure that your cheeks had to be as flushed now as they were at dinner. Just his kiss alone had you wet, already wrapped around his finger. “I missed you too, Laios.”

He hardly gave you a second to continue before he was kneeling in front of you. He couldn’t wait; there was this fierce longing in his eyes that only you could cure. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your trousers as he muttered, “I need to taste you.”

Despite his desperation, he did take a moment to admire how soaked your underwear was, how he had always been the one to cause this. You looked down at him and he looked up at you. With long, expert fingers, Laios tugged your underwear down along with your trousers. Your pussy was absolutely dripping, like a goddamn faucet. A whine escaped his lips, hungry for a taste, and he spread your folds just slightly to see the wetness gather. There were just about a thousand monster dishes he enjoyed, but nothing – absolutely nothing – compared to how delicious you were.

Laios didn’t even give you time to step out of your pants and underwear. He was grasping your hips and burying his face between your legs, pushing you right back against the wall. You choked on a moan, even though you both knew you had to be quiet, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder to give him better access, and when he finally got the first few drops of you on his tongue, he damn near started crying.

You were exquisite. You were too sweet. Sweet like Dryad fruit.

Grinding your hips against his tongue, you whined out his name and realized how badly you had needed him in this way for weeks. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging his face deeper into your pussy. He lapped at you, absolutely ravenous, groaning when more slick entered his mouth. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. His fingers dug into your hip, surely bruising you, while his other hand wrapped around your leg and pushed them even further apart. 

“Missed the way you tasted,” he muttered before flicking your clit with his tongue. “I could do this for hours.”

You let out a shuddering breath, already hazy from his touch. “Why don’t you then?”

“I want to,” he chuckled, all awkward and blushing. Just the sight of him looking up at you with those pretty eyes while licking a stripe up your pussy had you gasping. “Tomorrow. I promise. I just need to be inside you tonight.”

His promise for tomorrow had your heart fluttering. You both were going to make time again, but he also had more plans for you tonight. This wasn’t going to be just two minutes in a closet. Thinking of him stretching your walls with his girth, pushing into you after all these weeks of yearning for him, of touching yourself whenever you could because you just missed him so much … it all made you start to buck your hips against his tongue again. You knew how much he loved that. You physically felt him smile against you, sucking on your clit once again as he prodded one finger inside your tight warmth.

Your eyes rolled back once he found your g-spot, curling his finger and beginning to pump in and out. “Fuck, Laios, I –”

“Needed this so badly,” he confessed, swirling his tongue around your increasingly swollen clit. His cock was straining against his drawers, precum seeping through the thin fabric, but he wanted you to cum on his tongue first. It’s all he’d been dreaming about. “Needed you.”

“I needed you too,” you whispered, and then felt him add a second finger inside of you. You bit the side of your hand, muffling your moan. “So good – fuck. Doing so good, Laios –”

Your body was starting to shake, your walls clenching around his fingers. Laios was relishing in your taste, teasing your clit in the most delicious way. You were so, so close and he needed this so much and so did you and before you knew it, you were crying out into your hand again. Your pussy went tight as his fingers curled into your g-spot and you came all over his waiting tongue. Laios whimpered when he finally tasted your release, pushing his face as much as he could into your pussy, almost suffocating himself. He licked at you, making sure he got every last drop, and when your hips finally stilled, he pulled his fingers out of you with a wet pop and lapped at the excess.

Sweat ran down your brow as you settled against the wall, trying to calm your breathing. When you opened your eyes, Laios was getting to his feet and towering over you. His hand clasped around your jaw and gave you another bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It was like he was trying to devour you, to mold both of you into one so you could be together forever.

Carrying you over to the bed, he set you down on top of the blankets and finally tugged your pants and underwear from your ankles. You laughed together when he realized that he had gotten so excited he forgot to rid you of these. "Sorry," he said, setting them down in a pile.

You couldn't help but smile when you noticed the blush on his cheeks. "Missed me that much, huh?"

His face went even more pink. "Stop embarrassing me when I'm trying to seduce you."

He pulled his nightshirt over his head, and before his fingers could grasp the hem of your tunic, you were pinning him with the brute strength he forgot you acquired in the dungeon. "You don't have to do much to seduce me, Laios," you whispered in his ear, making him shudder.

Now underneath you, you straddled Laios's lap, feeling how hard he was in his drawers. He looked up at you in shock, like you were an offering from the Gods, as you lifted your tunic off and dropped it to the floor. His breathing stilled, watching the way your breasts heaved, and his cock was practically begging for release. 

You leaned down, pressing your mouth to his throat, placing sloppy kisses on areas that made his breath hitch. This was the new King of the Golden Kingdom under you, trembling from just your lips on his skin. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were wrapped around his. Dragging your lips down, you kissed his chest before finally swirling your tongue around one of his nipples. Laios muttered expletives under his breath as you wrapped your lips around his nipple, pinching his other one. His whole body was becoming tense underneath you, his straining erection poking against your backside, but you kept teasing him.

At the end of the day, you were always there for your King.

Once both his nipples were taut and wet from your expert tongue, you leaned back up to his face and kissed the corner of his mouth. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, cupping your face so tenderly. “Laios, I just want to be extra sure. Do you want to …?” Your question hung heavy between you two, but recognition flashed in Laios’s eyes. You nuzzled the side of his face and added, “I know you’re tired. I don’t want to keep you up if you’re that exhausted.”

“I’ve been thinking about this – about you – for weeks,” he said, his eyes filled with need. “I want this. I want you.”

You stared at him, absolutely melting at the sight of that dopey grin on his face once again, the one you loved so, so much. Now you were blushing, unable to not giggle when you saw that grin. You traced the curve of his mouth with your finger, and he bit down on the top of it unexpectedly, making you both laugh. This is why you loved Laios: everything was so easy with him.

Wait, love. Is that was this was? The burning feeling in your chest whenever he was near. The way you couldn’t help but smile whenever he did, or how you always laughed along with him. The natural disposition to protect him, whether it be from demons or people. The way you could so easily melt under his touch, under his kiss. It had always been there, staring you right in the face … love.

Feeling your heart beat rapidly in your chest, you finally moved so he could push down his drawers, and his hard cock sprang free. Precum leaked from the blushing red tip, dripping down his shaft and onto his stomach. You adored how pretty his cock was, how easily he could stretch you out with his girth. He liked the way you looked at it now, how you praised him. It took a couple of times, but he eventually stopped being embarrassed about his size around you. He still liked to give you monster facts as he fucked you sometimes – as a treat.

Laios’s hands settled on your hips as you lifted yourself, positioning yourself above his cock. You wrapped your hand around his shaft to get the perfect angle, smearing his precum and making him hiss. “Did … did you know,” he said, voice strangled, “the maximum speed of a Red Dragon is approximately – oh, fuck – 60 kilometers per hour?”

“Mhmm …” You hummed, finally lowering yourself with his help, sinking down onto his cock slowly. Once he slipped a few inches inside your warm, wet walls, you both gasped. You placed your free hand on his chest and encouraged, “Tell me more, Laios.”

“Gods …” He breathed out, feeling your body quiver above him. “I … uh – fuck … people have theorized that changelings – shit – use their ability to change living things in order to propagate their species – fuck, almost there –”

You both let out a breath of relief once he was finally seated inside you. Laios sat up, tugging you more against him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You stayed there for a moment, adjusting to his size once again, clinging to him as he kissed your cheek and murmured how you took him so well. You’d probably never get used to how big he was, but he filled you so nicely, so completely. After making sure you were comfortable, Laios decided to take the reins and began moving you on his cock. You whimpered after the first pass, and he had to grip your hips so tightly just to stop himself from going overboard, wanting to make this last just a little while longer. Each roll of your hips had you mewling as his cock curved inside you, brushing your spongy g-spot. His fingers dug into your skin, rocking you back and forth, grinding your already oversensitive clit against his pelvis. 

Burying your face into his neck, you let him start to bounce you on his cock. He groaned, feeling himself throb inside your tight heat. Everything about you was perfect: from the way you fit him inside of you so nicely to the way you whined against his skin, begging for more. He was thoroughly obsessed with you. It was a miracle that it took him so long to initiate with you after the Golden Kingdom had risen. He found himself thinking about your touch, about your taste, more often than not. And the way you smiled at him, your laughter sounding like wind chimes in a busy street market … he knew how deep his feelings went, farther than he expected. He was the King but you were the one who brought him to his knees every time.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, biting and sucking on the side of your neck. “You always feel so good … so warm …”

He started thrusting up into you when his arms got a little tired, and you let him simply take control. There was so little control he had in his life now, especially since he was being watched almost all the time, so you’d give him this – you’d give him you. And gods, did it feel good to just melt into him, to not be his sworn sword, just for a little while. Right now, you two were just lovers, desperate to soothe each other’s ache.

The expansive bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans echoing off the ceiling. Your arousal oozed out with each roll of your hips, dripping onto the lavish blankets befit for a King. But neither of you seemed to give a damn as his nails created crescent shapes in your hips, and you squeezed around him so much that he choked on a whimper. With your face nuzzling the crook of his neck, you carded your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly and eliciting another sound from him.

“Did you also know,” he began in a strained tone, “fuck – wargs have no fear of monsters larger than themselves – please, fuck – not even … not even dragons?”

“Are we still doing that?” You snorted, lifting your head from his neck.

He laughed along with you, and now you both were looking into each other’s eyes as he thrust up into you, hitting the best spots. He leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning at the way you squirmed. His tongue moved to lick up the valley between your breasts, almost animalistic, before his mouth was grazing yours and his eyes were burning into you like melted gold. You clung onto him tighter, your chest flush against him, and you knew then that this wasn’t just fucking anymore. Laios was making love to you and you were making love to him and – fuck, he was going to make you cum so hard to make up for the past few weeks.

You were creating an absolute mess on top of him, just a blabbering heap of moans and whines, eyes locked on his as you rode him into oblivion. “I’m gonna cum,” you mewled, unable to keep your voice level. Your fingers tugged on his hair again, and he responded by downright slamming you up and down his thick cock.

“I know. It’s okay. I know.” One of his hands left your hip to reach in between your bodies, where you both were linked, and two fingers began to circle your clit. You hissed, back arching even more into him. Your vow to be quiet long forgotten as he teased your ache. “That’s it … there you go.”

Laios knew his strength, and it was certainly showing it off tonight. He was rocking your hips on his cock – so close to release – while rubbing your clit in tight circles. His sweet nothings in your ear had you crying out his name, and after a few more messy passes, you were cumming around him. You were shaking like fresh mandrake in his arms. Your walls squeezed him so tight that it only took one more thrust up into you before he was emptying himself into you. He came with a lewd groan, his hands falling to his sides and leaving you to bounce yourself on his cock through his release. Eventually, when the wave after wave of pleasure settled between you both, you slumped against him and breathed heavily. And he just held you, burying his face in your neck and licking at the bites he left on your bruised skin.

When you lifted your head to kiss him, he surprised you by rolling you onto your back, his soft cock slipping out and leaving you feeling empty. He kneeled at the end of the bed and spread your legs wide open, letting your combined releases spill out. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and the anguish in his tone stunned you. “It’s been weeks, and I just … I need you.”

As soon as the word, “Please,” left your lips, he was diving in again, spreading your folds with two fingers. He licked a long stripe through your pussy, gathering your releases on his tongue. He didn’t care that he was tasting his own cum; all he wanted was this – you. He lapped at you, still starving for your taste, and the way he had you cumming again was slow, calculated. Laios edged you, teetering you on the brink of release, before his hunger got the best of him. And when you came again on his tongue, it felt long and relaxing, like a weight had been lifted off you. Warmth seeped from your aching pussy and onto his tongue. He drank his fill, relishing in your sweetness.

Laios rose back on the bed, curling against your side like a tamed dire wolf. His arms slotted against you, pulling your naked front against his once again. His hand lifted to your cheek, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. Your noses brushed against each other, and he finally kissed you, slowly and passionately. There was no desperation left in him. It was replaced by the steady rhythm of his heart next to yours. 

“I love you, Laios,” you blurted in the softest voice you could muster. Once you realized what you said, you didn’t dare open your eyes to see his reaction. You simply felt him, his lips hovering just over yours, and then he hummed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and your eyes opened to watch him. That dazed grin appeared once again, making your insides twist and your cheeks tinged pink.

Laios practically giggled and pecked your lips just to soothe your nerves. “I’m not sure how to handle you like this,” he joked, finally making you laugh with him. “Usually, you’re the one making me nervous.”

“I just …” You shook your head. “I was afraid you wouldn’t say it back.”

“I thought it was obvious that I’ve been in love with you since we first met,” he said in that straightforward tone of his. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones and he smiled. “Seems like I’m cooler than I thought.”

You chuckled, hitting his chest and making him fall back onto the bed. You were sitting up slightly, propping your elbow and resting your chin in your hand. Laios was looking up at you like you put the stars in the sky. Both of you knew, instinctively, that a King being intimate with his sworn protector was typically frowned upon. Neither of you truly cared, but the opinions of his people had to matter. He was a new King after all, and every move of his would be scrutinized. Which left him with one option.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he said, “We should get married.”

Your brow furrowed. “That seems a little rash.”

It was your gut instinct to deflect, to push him away, even when you scooted yourself closer to him. But you couldn’t deny that this had been in the back of your mind, shoved in the dark corners when you thought it might be too crazy of an idea. The first time it popped into your brain was when you saw Laios’s monster form lying helpless on the ground. His body was deteriorating, blood seeping out from every crevice of the three-headed creature. The Winged Lion had been defeated, but you couldn’t stop the wail that erupted from your mouth as you took in Laios’s monster body, reeking of death and despair. You remembered running from from the tower, taking one of the heads in your arms, and crying, your tears soaking the fur. 

But then you and Marcille found him amongst the trees of the island, where Falin’s body had been frozen and resting against a boulder. From the moment his eyes met yours, you had no doubt that this was your Laios. And he was okay. He was tired, but he was okay. You didn’t think you could shed any more tears, but then you were running towards him, wrapping your arms around him, and he was burying his face in your neck and – gods, that had to be when you knew. With the relief flooding through you and his arms embracing you … you knew then that you wanted to be with him forever. You didn’t want to see him in harm’s way ever again. You would kill – again and again – for him. You would be by his side as long as he would have you. You loved him. You wanted him. Forever.

Laios snorted, bringing you out of the memory. “Rash? After how long we’ve known each other?” His tone grew serious. “I trust you with my life. That’s why I named you my sword. But I don’t want to go weeks without you ever again. I love you – I’m in love with you – and I know that I don’t want anyone else by my side.” He squeezed your fingers in his own. “I want to marry you. And then, we can be together freely with you as my Queen and sword sword.” He then paused, thinking. “We can do that, right?”

You laughed. “You’re the King. You can make your own rules, but …” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip for a moment as you mulled over his words. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“I’ve never been more certain about anything.” He then tapped his chin, feigning curiosity. “Unless you want me to marry Marcille? It would certainly be a loveless marriage, but she can be friendly when she isn’t advising me.”

Shaking you head, you flicked his arm. “Not sure if your sister would appreciate that. Or Marcille, for that matter.” Not even magic could force those two apart. They would love each other until the end of time.

Your eyes narrowed now. “Are you actually proposing to me without a ring, Your Grace?”

The formality made him cringe, but then his face relaxed as he stared up at you, taking in your beauty. You were the most beautiful like this, vulnerable and bare with your hair jutting out at every angle and your lips swollen from kissing him. But he’d reckon you were beautiful in every light. He couldn’t help but also think back to when you found him by Falin’s crystalized form, how it felt to just hold you again after such an egregious fight. Your warmth had seeped into him, reminding him of home. You were home. And that was when he knew, too, that he wanted to be bound to you. 

Laios brought your joined hands to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles. “Once the sun rises, you will get a proper proposal. I’ve always been a man of my word, haven’t I?”

And that he was. Because the moment you stirred awake the next morning, still sleeping in his bed, you opened your eyes to find Laios, King of Golden Kingdom, kneeling at your bedside. He held out a ring to you, eagerly awaiting your response. Once your eyes adjusted to the light and you saw his golden doe eyes, his big grin, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Of course, you said, Yes.

[pwincess-charchar]

Gravity falls agere HC’s?? In this economy?? More likely than you think!!

Stan and Ford agere HC’s!

(DNI: anti agere, k!nk/nsfw)

Ford 📕📚📓📖

📕-Teen regressor! 16-18

📕-semi perma regressed, actually! In the BOB Bill flat out says a part of him is permanently stuck at 18 so I ran with that-

📕-I think he’s actually somewhat aware he regresses. He’s an educated guy after all! But he never really saw it as a big deal if that makes sense? Like to him-it’s just another personality trait. He’s not keeping it a secret-but he won’t really bring it up unless someone else does first

📕-Likes playing dndnd a lot! Will pester his brother to play with him. (Has actually succeeded a handful of times! To everyone’s surprise-)

📕-While he likes tabletop he also really enjoys video games! That Atari we see Mabel and Dipper play on in that one episode? That was actually his! He used to play it a lot more before he got…caught up in his research

📕-Dipper, Mabel, and Soos show him more modern games too! He’s really into horror puzzle games specifically

📕-“Let’s” Stanley “drag him” into trouble (he secretly also wants to do whatever shenanigans his brother is up to. He just likes to pretend he’s responsible)

📕-Actually really into fantasy/sci-fi books! Not just non fiction

📕-Can and WILL explain the entire plot of the book series he likes if someone shows a smidge of interest. And he will not miss a SINGLE detail. You know the birthday of the main characters best friends dog’s sister by the time he’s done yapping to you

Stanley ♠️♥️♣️♦️

♠️-Also teen regressor! 17-18

♠️-Stan isn’t actually aware he regresses until someone points it out (likely his brother). He just always assumed he was being childish sometimes. He sort of brushed it off at first, actually. But the more he thought about it? The more it made sense

♠️-Not big on tabletop. But Stan also really likes video games! He sticks with older stuff the classics.

♠️-Trouble maker. Can and will vandalize whatever he can get his hands on. From minor stuff like scribbling “PINES” on the booth tables in the diner to straight up spray painting rude hand gestures and swears on walls

♠️- DEFINITELY likes to explore abandoned buildings (cough it’s a great place for the previous hc cough) and absolutely will drag Ford along. Calls it “ghost hunting” to convince him (Ford would have gone anyways)

♠️-Likes binging TV shows (normally older kid cartoons. Like Ducktective). Tries to get Ford into it to (Again to everyone’s surprise-Ford actually will! He might not be super into it but hey. It’s not like Stan’s super into his tabletop games either)

♠️-He will also occasionally watch dramatic soap operas. Not that he would tell anyone that-

♠️-Actually likes to hang around the animals. Gommpers and Waddles are pretty great company

Mabel banner!

[honeystar112]

Incorrect quotes compilation-Part 1. ⚠️Some NSFW (but not explicit!)⚠️

Smg4 : I feel like doing something stupid.  Smg3: I’m stupid, do me.

Smg3: What do you want to be for Halloween?  Smg4 : Yours.  Smg3: Smg3: …yeah, that would be pretty scary.

Smg3: I like your new pants! Smg4 : Thanks, they were 50% off! Smg3: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. winks Smg4 : The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Smg3: Thats’s… not what I meant. Smg4 : That’s a terrible way to run a business, Smg3.

Smg3: Talk dirty to me~ Smg4 : Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high. Smg3: Wha- Smg4 : The economy is in shambles.

Smg4 : My hands are cold.  Smg3: Here, let me hold them.  Smg4 : My lips are cold too.  Smg3: *covers Smg4 's mouth with their hand*

Smg4 : Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid. Smg3: You always act stupid. Smg3: Smg3: Wait…

Smg3: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake. Smg4 : Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear. Smg3: … Smg3: You mean ring bearER, right? Smg4 : … Smg3: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.

[imaginethezeldaverse]

Masked Menace (Part 1) - Yunobo x Reader (NSFW)

Warning ahead: there are some Tears of the Kingdom spoilers with characterization and setting the scene for Goron City past this point, please take heed!

Alright, bout time I finally made this one (which I was very excited to do 🥴). I want to preface this with: Keep in mind of what that mask did to Yunobo, so he is not acting like himself at all! Also, just an fyi: reader is written female here.

“Phew, the hike to Death Mountain never gets easier…” you sighed, exasperated. Even with your travels going as far out into the Gerudo desert, you still struggled to acclimate with the trip to Eldin. Six months kept you away from the volcanic venture as you explored the other parts of Hyrule, researching plant life and exchanging goods along the way to bring home souvenirs for you and your beau. Upon your walk up to Goron City, you couldn’t help but take notice of strange magenta slabs stacked endlessly in your path. Gorons, who you’d made friends with due to all your time there, didn’t seem to recognize or even acknowledge you really. The constant crackling and crunching at their purpled rock roasts being their only focus. You had an overwhelming suspicion that something was horribly wrong. Trekking carefully into the central city, you took in the sight - a gigantic mass of the same marbled earth standing tall and terrifying in the middle of the normally bustling area.

Yet…bustling wasn’t the word you would’ve used right now.

No, around you elder Gorons and the children of the city seemed downtrod, quiet and keeping to themselves even as they saw you pass. Any of the adults, or worse yet, your mining friends, seemed completely dazed - entranced by whatever this new culinary cobblestone dish this was. Eventually you caught sight of the boss Goron, Bludo, scolding one of his workers.

“Boss,” you approached him slowly, taking in the sight of one of your friends spread out on the ground, eyes splotched a dark reddish-purple as he droned on about marbled rock roast, “…What’s going on? So many Gorons are stuffing their faces but they all look…sick.”

Your nickname for him caught his attention, only for the sigh that left the patriarch to lean on the heavy side. A large finger scratched at his head, “What a time for you to come back, I’ll say…I don’t even know where to start.”

Your head tilted, gaze shifting about the city in search of someone in particular. His absence gave you some slight unease. Trepidation filled your chest as you feared to ask,

“Bludo…where’s Yunobo?”

That got the boss fired up, “Oooooh that crag-craniumed wisecrack! This is all his fault!” You were taken aback by such an animated response from the patriarch. Normally he was a soft worrywart over the Goron champion, to hear him say something negative only added to the notion that something definitely wasn’t right. Bludo growled, his fist thumping into the ground, thick eyebrows turning downward in anger, “When I get my hands on that boy, I’m gonna- AUGHH!” a sickening crack sounded from behind him before he yowled in pain, his hands shooting to his back. After a few moments of groaning and trying to stabilize himself, the boss Goron pointed a shaky finger to one of the higher peaks, closer to the mines.

“Just…see for yourself” he creaked out.

Checking to make sure Bludo was going to be okay with his sore back was your priority before you headed off. When he assured you he’d be fine (especially with one of the younglings fetching him his pain medicine), you quickly zipped to the next mountainous area that the Gorons frequented. At the end of the cart’s destination stood YunoboCo HQ, the main cave systems that Yunobo and his team not only mined in, but addressed business matters. You remembered being incredibly proud of your boyfriend, building a whole new empire of mining services and blue collar trade for Goron City while using his reputation as a champion to generate revenue tenfold into the village’s economy after Death Mountain had completely cooled off. Business quite literally boomed at the birth of YunoboCo. So what could have possibly happened for even his mentor to speak so illy of him? Trying to wrap your head around any possibilities just deemed impossible for you, leaving you with little choice other than to confront the source himself. Thankfully, or rather, unthankfully, you were alerted by the sound of an ill-tempered voice hollering not too far off.

“Offrak! Slergo! I thought I asked you two to move this supply of marbled rock roast out to the shipping carts?”

The two little Gorons looked at one another in timid confusion before the lighter Goron, who you recognized as young Offrak, shakily spoke up, “B-But President Yunobo…you said those shipments weren’t going out until tomorrow…”

The champion leaned forward, narrowing his eyes, “Looks I changed my mind, now didn’t I?”

With a stomp of his foot he shouted, “Now get these roasts to the shipping carts or I’ll make slab stew out of the both of you!”

“YUNOBO! THAT IS ENOUGH!” came your angered yell. The Goron turned to face you, slight surprise adjusting his previous pout. Slergo and Offrak’s faces dropped in shock at your sudden appearance. They’d never seen you so angry before! Your gaze took in the appearance of your beloved: the gaudy outfit sticking out like a sore thumb on him. His sturdy fingers were covered in large gold rings, a leopard print pelt vest covering his back and shoulders, and worst of all - a golden mask covering the lot of his face. Six months and he’d completely changed his entire appearance? That didn’t make sense to you - all you remembered him adding to his wardrobe was his company chestplate. But for the moment that mattered little to you as your eyes quickly shifted over to the two frightened Goron children behind him. The disappointment and fear on their faces was blatant, they were scared of him.

“You leave those boys alone! I can’t believe you’d ever raise your voice to them like this!” your index finger shoved into his chestplate, “This is NOT the Yunobo I know - what’s the matter with you?!”

Yunobo’s mouth turned up in a sneer. His hand jutted out, as if to signal to the younglings behind him, “Boys…watch the door for me. Seems like the lady and I needta have a chat in my office.”

You shot him a confused look, “I don’t understand what’s happening, wh-” Suddenly your arm was snatched up in his vice-like grip, “We’ll talk in my office. Not here.”

Trying to yank your appendage from him did very little other than to cause yourself grief. You reluctantly followed him as he pulled you toward his designated cave. He was careless in how he handled you, not even allowing for you to properly get your full footing as you both walked. When you finally arrived at his office, his grip loosened just enough for you to take your arm back from his clutches. There was anger inside of you that you’ve never felt towards him before, you were stunned at how easily he pulled you around like a mere rag doll - he never tested his full strength on you like that. Rubbing your arm you seethed, “You have some serious explaining to do, Yunobo.”

“Me?” his arms crossed over his chest, “You’re gone for six months and the minute you get back, you’re over here makin’ a scene and yellin’ at me!”

Your hands slotted on your hips, “The way you’ve been acting SINCE I got here, I think you deserve it!”

“You know what I think?” grumbled Yunobo, who was steadily stomping his way over to you. Before you could retort, he had backed you up against his giant slab of a “desk”, his arms slamming at your sides, effectively caging you in, “I think your president deserves a proper greeting.” His close proximity shook your originally stern position, and your hands flew up to his chest to try and create space between you two. His roughened disposition unnerved you, and yet you were falling so weak to it.

“Y-Yunobo, please, you’re too close…” but he would only press closer still. A large hand swooped you at your lower back, forcing you to sit on the hard stone. The Goron shoved your knees apart, sliding his sturdy body between them. You had very little to keep your body shielded from the cold steel on his chest, having disposed of your heavier travel wear before climbing the path on Death Mountain’s trail. The mere tank top, bra, and shorts combination was all you had left on you. So when the solidity of his chest presses against your own, it takes a considerable amount of force to bite back the pleasure just that contact alone gave you. Six months alone really did take a toll on you as you were starting to find out. Trying to close your legs proved to be obviously ineffectual as well, Yunobo made sure of it. A knuckle took under your chin, pulling your gaze upwards to meet his.

“Look at you…don’t you even realize this is exactly where you belong?” His thick fingers tangled into the locks of your hair, and then suddenly gripped tight, directing your head backward. His face buried into the crook of your neck, a sharp inhale sounding before you. You whined, slight pain blooming at your scalp at first, but deafened by the sensation of his wet tongue dragging up the length of your neck. He held you in place as about as flush to him as he could get you. Hyper aware was your body now, your thighs being seized open by the mass of him, nipples pebbling against the slowly warming metal adorning his chest. Yunobo’s lips blazed a trail of love bites down your neck while his other hand busied itself with grasping the front of your tank top. Your first thought was that he was going to shove the straps off of you - but to your surprise, his fist bunch into the fabric, twisted, and shred the thin covering off of your body. A shout of annoyance and protest bubbled at your lips, but it would never surface. Yunobo slammed his mouth over your own, his tongue sliding past your lips with surprising ease. Your instincts fought with your morals, wanting to equally stop and scold him for mistreating you so far AND finding yourself melting under his touch. He unfurled his hand from your hair, dragging it slowly down your body before cupping around the roundness of your breast. Feeling your barely clad nipple rub against his palm had you pressing your thighs harder against his torso.

Another inhale into your neck. His voice held a touch of softness as he said, “You smell incredible…I hated having you so far from me. I waited every day for you.”

That heart of yours, so in love with the Goron above you, thumped with guilt. Your eyes fell away to a random corner of the room, your fingers curling into the fabric of his pelt, “Yuno…I…” your voice trailed away, emotions welling into your throat. Before you could will yourself to continue, you were unceremoniously flipped over, your stomach and chest now pressed against the desk. Peering over your shoulder, you watched as Yunobo stripped himself of his leopard pelt and began untying his chestplate - your cheeks lighting up with such a macho display.

“I’m tired of waiting.”

The thrumming in your loins was becoming too heavy for even you to ignore. You took a deep breath, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shorts. You’d beat him to it if it meant saving you a set of pants from being torn in two as well. This wasn’t the sweet and tender Yunobo you knew - this aggressiveness, this ‘total dominance’ attitude was unheard of for him…but you’d be lying if you said you hated it at the moment. Despite something being incredibly off, you couldn’t pause your feelings for him if you tried, both emotional and physical - and when you looked up, that face was still his after all. There were a billion questions you needed answered, and you swore you’d make him pay for the loss of your shirt, but right now, you needed him.

Six months too long were you without his touch, and today you recognized how it made you ache desperately for him.

You slid off your lower garments entirely, leaning fully forward now, your ass on full display. There was a pause behind you. Deafening silence that kept you waiting and wondering. Your lashes sat heavily over your eyes when you looked back at him. “C’mon, Mr. President,” you goaded, a mix of want and mockery in your tone, “You wanted to see me, didn’t you?”

His chest was hot against your back, one of his big hands now weaving fingers with your own and holding you down against the desk. You spread your legs, arching ever so slightly to give him what he was looking for. Over the cheek of your ass came the caress of his opposite hand, “Don’t forget exactly who is in charge here.”

WHAP!

A sharp smack stung your backside, you had to nearly bite your tongue so as not to squeal. He rubbed the affected area, the grin in his voice prominent, “Hope you’re ready for me.” You shot him a slight glare over your shoulder, though the reddened cheeks of your face registered more embarrassed than anything. Deliberately you pushed back, your ass rubbing against his length to tease him. The rumble that sounded behind you was your last warning. Yunobo grasped himself, lining up with your slit and shoving forward. You hissed, your forehead baring down into the stone beneath you - the stretch, how he filled you, you swore you were already so close to cumming. His hand slid over your ass once more and up to the small of your back, flattening out against it. A slow withdrawing slide out - a quick thrust back in. His hand smoothed over the length of your spine, keeping you still while the Goron worked inside of you. The pace he set already had you whimpering: slow, but hard and very deep. You grasped at the stone under you, desperately trying to find purchase. With your feet planted, you shoved your hips back on him, his thrust filling you all the more as he met you halfway.

“Y-Yunooo” was your wanton whine. Shoulders heaving, your hair beginning to stick to your forehead as the heat of being fucked was beginning to overwhelm you. Yunobo grunted harshly above you, hunger evident in the grit of his teeth and the way his eyes roamed over your frame. Your ass bouncing off of his thrusting hips, the obscene sounds of your pussy taking every inch of he had to give. The Goron Champion felt for you like no other - love of his life that you were; but ever since you came back, something coerced him to stake claim to you. He didn’t understand this need, but his body moved on its own. There was something primal in his chest that made the growl in his throat surface when you cried out, “Oh! Ohhh god, Yunobo!”

You were his.

“You’re mine, understand?” he echoed into your ear, his chest caging your body to the desk. Yes, he had to take you. It was him you wanted. Him you needed. You came back to see him after all. His sight was blurred with flurries of red but still he drank the sight of your ecstasy in. What he was doing to you.

It only made sense.

You belonged to him.

“You belong to me,” he repeated over your dampened skin, his hips picking up speed. Your throat was drawing horse from your constant panting and whining, and you felt yourself clench tightly when Yunobo’s tongue traced the curve of your shoulder.

“Yuno, please nghh, I can’t ! I-I’m gonnaaa” you sobbed out.

His hands slid down to your hips, pulling you back onto his cock harshly, the series of grunts and groans above you giving you the impression that he was getting closer. You were teetering over the edge yourself, one of your hands clasping onto his at your hip for purchase. With no warning the Goron above you closed his mouth over the junction of your neck and shoulder and sucked hard. The prick of pain flowed into a tsunami of pleasure as the scream of Yunobo’s name echoed all throughout the cave - your orgasm slamming into you at full speed. Yunobo clapped his hand over your mouth as you came, silencing your pleasured sobbing behind his thick digits. He fucked you mindlessly now, thrust after thrust after relentless thrust, chasing his own end as your pussy milked him. He came shortly after - his teeth sinking into your flesh, not enough to break your skin, but definitely enough for you to feel it. You gasped, hot liquid heat pumping you full as your boyfriend finally slowed his hips. Yunobo’s mouth left your neck with a hum before he finally easing off of your overstimulated body. He drank in the sight of you: sweating and spent, fucked out and trying to find the strength in your legs. Just how he wanted you.

You felt his eyes on you, and though your legs trembled, you mustered the will to turn and face him. His dark blue hues were almost purple - a reddish hue swimming in them. This concerned you, you knew your gut instinct was spot on - something was wrong. Your hands reached for his face, “Yuno…what’s hap-“ but as soon as your fingers touched his golden mask, your hand was smacked away. Yunobo clutched his head, groaning in pain now as he backed away from you.

“Someone’s…here.”

Puzzled, you looked around, hoping to understand or catch sight of what your beau was talking about. But before you could ask what he meant, Yunobo was already pulling his leopard pelt back on and rushing to the entrance of his headquarters. He left you alone, confused and half naked. After some rummaging around his office you found his champion’s scarf with which you tied around your chest. You heard a cart descending back toward Goron City; you felt it in your best interest to wait for him at his home then - at least this way you could get to the bottom of what was going on in private.

Suddenly you winced, pain and soreness scattering across your shoulder. Your fingers found the indentations of broad marks on your shoulder blade - the remnants of your beloved’s lust ridden bite. Rubbing the aching skin you looked over to the window, some structures of Goron City visible from where you were standing. Worry panged in your heart.

Yunobo…what’s happened to you?

[vividaway-art]

VIVIDAWAY-ART 2024 FLASH COMMISSION SALE! dm if interested!

my commissions are open! my family recently came into a hard time and i don’t want to speak much about it (because i feel it’s not my place to share my family members info publicly) but i do want to try and raise funds to help her out while my aunt is sick and living with us. we’re a family of four and in this economy it’s hard to sustain ourselves with two salaries for five people. if you’d like more information i can explain in dms i just dont feel comfortable doing so publicly like this.

if you can, please consider buying a commission or reblogging to help raise awareness. i also have a paypal or cashapp but i’d really like to work to make my own money to help with bills. if thats something you’d REALLY want to do (donating, i mean) you can dm me for that as well. 

TERMS OF SALE: down payment of $5 must be made to receive your drafts as i dont want any theft happening. you own full rights to do whatever you please with the art AFTER payment.

WILL: fanart, ocs, minimal landscapes

WILL NOT: no animals, no nsfw, no anime

MIGHT DRAW: lewd images depending on the context/person, i'm not the best at drawing men but with enough references on hair and facial features, i'll consider doing it

[ur-online-boyfriend]

need more tumblr mutuals

i haven’t been on tumblr in like 6 years and i need more active mutuals?? pls like/reply if u like:

Anime:

Mob Psycho 100

Chainsaw Man

One Piece

Vinland Saga

Hunter x Hunter

Dorohedoro

Youtubers (yes i am cringe but i am free):

Sarah Z

Drew Monson 2

Vlogbrothers

Alice Cappelle

Brian David Gilbert

ProZD

Rebecca Watson

Western Movies/Shows

The Boys

Community

Fleabag

The Gay and Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo

Our Flag Means Death

What We Do In The Shadows

Other/Misc

If you will send me pictures of capybaras and/or snails

~surveillance capitalism~ and the attention economy

philosophy of ethics 

neurodivergence and capitalism’s/neoliberalism’s impact on our definitions  of mental health as well as the strain it puts on our mental health

Please don’t follow if:

edit: ur a themed blog that has nothing to do with the interests listed above. u can follow but i just wont follow u back im sorry???

you don’t believe trans women are women and trans men are men

you fetishize races

you believe that a society that supports multi-millionaires/billionaires is just (and/or if you have ANY positive feelings about el*n m*sk)

you’re under 18

ur proship and/or reblog nsfw art of characters who are minors

you assume harmful intent in every action that has harmful results

[atlasspade]

Here is my obligatory twitter exodus introduction post.

I’m Atlas. I’m a lesbian with a chronic illness. I enjoy writing and video games. I play FFXIV and WOW. I also play minecraft, bg3, and the sims 4.

I love to write. I mostly write and read fantasy, dark fantasy, lgbt fiction. I write smut and whumpy stuff sometimes. I love demons and vampires. Not really into anime but I can hold a conversation on it. My favorite book series as a kid was Cirque Du Freak and Gideon the Ninth is at the top of my read list now.

I am fascinated by art history and I am learning Arabic (English is my first language).

I have POTS/Dysautonomia which is a autonomic nervous system disorder which causes issues regulating my blood pressure (it drops a lot).

I don’t want to interact with minors. I don't take writing requests.

Jan 22-29 Strike for Palestine: I am refraining from participating in the economy for the strike this week. If you cannot stop going to work or school, check out other ways you can strike by checking out this post here. Also consider checking out this Esim donation post.

FFXIV BLOG @iskandrandco

CDF BLOG @natspade

HELLVERSE BLOG (main creative writing project) @hellversewriting

WRITBLR & PROMPT BLOG @storytellers-atlas NSFW BLOG @atlas-nsfw COMICS BLOG @atlas-authority

COOKING AND DISABILITY BLOG @atlascooks

VAMPIRE BLOG @vampiric-atlas

BALDUR’S GATE 3 BLOG @kelandrin

[millionsnife]

out of context discord statements; pt 1

shit that’s been said in one of my many discord servers, whether in conversation or shared in out of context quote channels; edited for clarity/grammer, feel free to edit gendered language as needed! warning for some nsfw quotes mixed in there, swearing, general idiocy

"forget dogwhistling, that’s hollering from the rooftops."

"man created internet therefore it is lawless."

"This gonna take me a second to comprehend, hold up."

“THIS IS MY NO NO SQUARE.”

“why are you wiggling your fingers?”

“at least it’s his fingers.”

"I was emotionally gutted by God's letter opener and it's personal fucking tamagotchi."

"Government funded anime merch kiosk."

"But it's also full of weird bondage anime preteen merch."

"My judgement also cannot be trusted, I once ate sushi with ketchup."

"I am psychically emailing you cosmic bagels."

"Not satanic is exactly what I'd say if I wanted to cover my ass after selling something that was definitely possessed by a sheep demon."

"I will now eat half a dozen bratwurst."

"Jesus didn’t sanction this one."

"Monkey brain say this time, stew will not be poison."

"I hear the smacksmack of suffering."

"I have decided to commit homicide."

"You gotta nope the fuck out."

"He bondage murdered Christ's fursona. You're welcome."

"The white witch was a dominatrix and she was mad Aslan wouldn't submit to her."

"At the least she was portrayed with a description befitting a brothel madame."

"i will be murdered, its fine."

"in unrelated news world's oldest cannibalism case has been revealed in trilobite fossils."

"if i pour enough redbull and techno into my meatsuit i will be able to call out god on twitter."

"chugging two redbull was a bad idea, i am now simping but faster."

"I'M TOO BUSY FISTING GODS."

"If I need bail money I'll call you."

"due to possibly related events, i'm now watching gackt's pussy fingering exercise videos on youtube."

"we just rely on an economy of people walking through gates."

"[name], the chests are not Ohana. We can leave them behind."

"breaking news, trees are illiterate."

"i'm immune to vore."

"You ever accidentally sign a contract with your tongue?"

"Some years the fate of the goat was unexplained, such as in 1973, 1975 and 1977."

"They're waterboarding plants in that building!"

"the seductive allure of 1,000 piece puzzles."

"ok lube him up."

"I am positive a Slenderman qualifies as some kind of code violation."

"I legally cannot tell you the fun fact. It's THAT fun."

"cucumbers are basically like if toddlers were plants."

[onyxmilk]

I saw some of your match up posts and I'm so curious (and exciting, too) about it. So I would like to ask for a sfw and nfsw HSR match up.

My pronoun is she/her. I'm a bi so I'm fine with whoever you'll choose for me!

I'm an INFJ with Scorpio sun. I would say I'm an old soul with a carefree, sometime childlike, personality. Let me make it clear.~ I enjoy philosophical topics and deep conservation. And history and historical things always get my attention. I'm always attracted to vintage or academic things and activities like museum, classical literature and music, languages studying... Even my fashion style get affected by my academic aesthetic obsession. But I know how to make a good joke and enjoy my time, too. When I'm surrounded by my familiars, I can get childish and clingy. That's how I show my trust, by putting down my hyper-independent mask and letting myself get vulnerable around them. Towards strangers, I can be seen as aloof and quiet. And it needs many many and maaaaany effort for me to warm up to anybody.

I'm quite competitive, at least in academic field. Maybe it's the post-gifted-kid syndrome, lol. When I set my eyes on something, I will neglect everything to achieve my goal. So you can assume that my health is not always in good shape (the truth is I get sick often, haiz). But that doesn't mean I don't know when I should stop. Instead, I'm proud to say I know how to keep myself in check when my competitive tendency could do bad things to other people. Normally, I'm type of people to just go with the flow. Some of my friends may say I'm a softie if the problem doesn't bother me too much to make me feel annoyed. And when I'm annoyed, that's a different story. Safe to say I can make a grown-up man cry with my words. You don't have to always use violence to solve things.

I think I have talents in learning languages. I can speak 3 languages and currently I'm learning another one. Yet, my major is business administration. You know, economy major is always a safe choice.

I'm quite short. But I think 155cm is an average height for an Asian so never mind. I have long black hair (oh I loooove long hairs in general, including my hair too, safe to say I love playing with my friends' hairs dguahuihhwh), dark brow eyes and soft feature with plump lips (my favorite features~) and a beauty mark on my right chin, right under my mouth (yes my favorite features again hehe). But my friends prefer my round full cheeks or my doe eyes (hm, and I think my eyes are rather sad, not doe-eyes much).

I adore cute and girly (?) things. Like flowers, small animals, moon, rain, autumn, soft color like pink or lilac... My fashion style mixes with feminine, classic and academia style. In conclusion, you can imagine some long black skirts, long dresses with flowers patterns and laces, white blouses, trench coats, a pair of marry janes...

My hobbies includes reading, journaling and just sleeping. My love languages are physical touch, quality time and acts of service. I prefer calm, collected, mature and gentle people and genders don't matter with me (if it helps).

I apologize in advance if I overdo it. But I believe the more details, the easier for you to finish my request! Have a great day or night and remember to take care of yourself.~

AHHH!! thank u for all the deets, and i'm glad ur excited!! :D, nsfw under the cut! minors/ageless blogs dni!!

HONKAI: STAR RAIL ; JING YUAN

SONG; Always Forever - Cults

sfw;

Jing Yuan loves to listen to you ramble about the history of.. anything! Even stuff that he has deemed irrelevant, he will listen to you talk about it's history because you love to.

He admires the fact you can journal, because personally he could never do that since he sits in his office and fights sleep to do paper work.

He loves being able to fall asleep with you in his arms, even after a long day or during his lunch break, he's happy to see you're free too and the two of you can take a nap.

He absolutely loves your sense of fashion and finds that it compliments your personality quite well.

He feels beyond lucky to have scored such a wonderful woman, falling in love with you over and over again each day.

nsfw;

Jing is a lazy but rough lover, often leaving marks on your skin that he expresses his desire for you not to cover up if you could help it.

He absolutely will have you seeing stars and white while he fucks you roughly, even on the nights he's not feeling particularly energized.

He'll use to the ribbon in his hair to tie you up, either it be to the bed or keeping your hands behind your back.

He seems to enjoy missionary position the most? Probably because its simple, and he can see your reaction as his cock abuses your the walls of your pussy.

He can't keep his mouth to himself, either it be on your neck, shoulder, or breasts, he will have it in his mouth and he will be marking you up.

[sublethalic]

Dossier.

All fandomless OCs, fit for multiple genres and AUs.

Akaboshi Aimi - "T-this isn't clean at all... Why- Why can't you just die l-like they do in the movies?"

FC: Ha-hyeon from Opentalk (NSFW Webtoon) A nervous wreck of a college student, three years fresh out of high school. Aimi hates the idea of working hard for little to no reward thanks to the job economy of today, so she resorts to doing hitman work for easy money. Her "business" is always done online and through channels that allow total anonymity, even with their transactions. Her story dives into themes of gallows humor, doubt, self-sabotage, cutting corners, and facing adult responsibilities. Ironic for her, as she doesn't realize she's one of the cheapest assassins in this selfish and dangerous "industry". Her expectations for "clean, cool kills" seen in her favorite manga and anime have been shattered since her first gig, leaving her with wracked with insomnia and PTSD. Expect to see violence, gore, and smoking with Aimi.

Natalya Chambers - "Let's get this over with... make me happy and kill me quick."

FC: Cha Mia from Secret Class (NSFW Webtoon) Part-time model and part-time B-movie horror actress. In order to support her family getting out of trailer park life, Natalya communicates with shady photographers and directors 9 to 5. Her specialty is being one of the first women to die in these movies, and to look stunning while doing so. Her story delves into themes including loss of humanity, exploitation, sacrifice, fame, and a possible upcoming midlife crisis. Natalya knows it’s all fake, but all of the glamor and blood is causing her to doubt if she’s anything beyond her looks. As interest in her builds, so are peeping eyes towards her past and origins. As nice as she wants to be with people, she also shows suicidal ideation, defeatism, and manipulation.

[laos-artdump]

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!

Hello everyone! I’m finally opening commissions again, mainly because I have no job at the moment, but I still need to pay bills.

Obviously I’m working on the jobless situation, but we all know finding a good job in this economy is an insane task, haha. Anyway, in the meantime I want to earn money to pay my monthly bills (phone, insurance, travel costs, etc.) So your money will be used to pay bills. If I have extra it’ll go to the cosplay-making savings.

Above you can see my prices in Euros, cause I live in Europe. Payment will go via PayPal. I will do line-art, basic colours, simple shading and fancy shading. Below I’ll list what I’ll draw and what I won’t draw plus additional prices.

If you’re interested send me a DM on Tumblr ( @laos-artdump​) or on Discord. You can also send an email to: theuselessgerman@gmail.com.

What I’ll draw:

Fandom Characters

Mechas

OCs

Shipping (only fluff)

Humanoid creatures

Light gore

What I WON’T draw:

incest

offensive content

NSFW (can be discussed if it’s not explicit)

Gore

Monsters/Animals/Creatures (can be discussed)

Additional prices

Second character + 50% of the price

Specific background needs to be discussed

If you can’t commission me, but you still want to support me: I have a Ko-Fi where you can donate any amount, which will be very much appreciated!!

I’d be super grateful if you can commission me! I hope there’s enough choice for you! And please help spread the word! Thanks a lot!! 

If you’re interested send me a DM on Tumblr ( @laos-artdump​) or on Discord. You can also send an email to: theuselessgerman@gmail.com.

I have the right to decline any requests I feel uncomfortable with!

[pan-fried-autism]

COMS ARE HERE!

Hi guys! Rey here! I’d like you all to know that I’m opening commissions!

Trying to find an entry level job in this economy is, for lack of a better term, Hell’s mother. As such, as someone entering uni soon who’s probably gonna need transportation there (plus who’s gonna try and apply for jobs anyway), I want to at least have some sort of income. Plus my phone bill might get cut off in the future haha

I’m hijacking my pinned to give some information for my commissions! Com slots and info here—

COMMISSION SLOTS AVAILABLE — 0/5 (note: if at 5/5 it means they’re full. sorry if it seems small I just have obligations haha)

If you wanna buy me a latte you can do so at https://ko-fi.com/reym285132, and you can help out me— a disabled woman— and help me have some financial stability! Just.. if I do certain art for you don’t allude to it in the message you can send cuz I don’t wanna take risks

Anyway, thank you so much for taking the time to get to this point. I’d appreciate if you guys spread this post around. My pinned info is down below the read more.

Hi! I'm Rey! Welcome to my blog! I do a lot of art stuff, speak in tongues feared by god, write fanfiction sometimes, and play viddy gaems!

I am an adult and use she/they pronouns. any pronouns except for it/its are fine to refer to me with

im am autism god

Things I like/things you should show me: monsters, demons (<3), plushies, cute animals, cute bugs (like snails and moths), tabi fnf pics, guzma fnf pics lol, cool music. dont show me nsfw tho

i like suggestive humour, but anything directed at me myself will get you blocked

if i know you well enough you can ask for my discord tag

The North Experiment

fandoms im in

dni

ao3 account

oc list

rock monster and crew (my ocs) side blog: @rockin-monster

pokemon ultra sun nuzlocke sideblog: @noirlockecomix

in-character oc/rp side-blog: @sciencepapa

Moots (who are also adults :P) get to find out about my secret fifth blog

hall of hatin

[hiddenwashington]

                                we are the april fools

y’all really thought we forgot meme day? april fools! to celebrate, here is a compilation of our bullshit for your memeing pleasure. enjoy!

**tw for nsfw, drug mention, alcohol mention, swearing

‘ fuck off you fucking gremlin ’

‘ what’s pegging? ’

‘ stop trying to make furcocks happen it’s never going to happen ’

‘ he obviously gets pegged. he gets fucked by women and life ’ 

‘ mister mistoffelees is my cat boyfriend ’

‘ one is a kink, one is a crime ’

‘ i live for chaos you gotta feed me ’

‘ i’ll continue being an asshole for your amusement ’

‘ i’m ready, bring on the anxiety ’

‘ call me big daddy ’

‘ we’ll scar ourselves for valentines day ’

‘ and then she wrote me a novel about his cocaine addiction ‘

‘ sponsored by ritz cheese crackers, absolute shit ‘

‘ you have no legacy, your legacy is to be disappointed all the time ‘

‘ you're like some sad soccer mom that came for the wine instead of your kids soccer game ‘

‘ karen can choke i would never forget the sangria ‘

‘ band kids do the blowing excuse you ‘

‘ it is i, the mullet of your dreams ‘

‘ you cannot mention pornhub this is why youre not hr ‘

‘ i’m on the clock to knock your lights out ’

‘ i’m livin la tiddy loca ‘

‘ righting the world and the economy one karen at a time ‘

‘ let the red rocket rail me ’

‘ i suck at swallowing drinks but i'm good at eating shit ’

‘ u can fight my brain and my anxiety sis we’re having ✨a terrible time✨ ’

‘ i’m on it drag that bitch to denny’s i’ll take her ass out ’

‘ today i learned that cocaine could be an antidepressant if the government weren't cowards ’

‘ i feel like my tik tok feed has become the meld of anime and horny tiktok, in the sense that i keep seeing tiktoks of boys in maid dresses ’

‘ i had five shots of espresso, even god can't stop me ’

‘ ted bundy is up first i will square up ’ 

‘ one day i will have the pleasure of going to hell and murdering freud ‘

‘ i will not face consequences for my actions. you can not make me ’

‘ voldemort doesn’t have the emotional range to bottom ’

‘ i can accept that i have a flaw or two. that’s it though, just two ’

‘ i know you try very hard, but you are very stupid ’

‘ let's go straight, a thing we've never said before in this groupchat ’

‘ what those tentacles do baby? ’

‘ suck my dick you stupid leprechaun ’

‘ you better be ready to sleep with moth man - hi dad! ’

‘ you really think you could take on the kool-aid man and take no damage??? ’

‘ i don’t have a foot fetish, i’m just autistic ‘

‘ i haven’t even learned multiplication, how am i supposed to know what a pyramid scheme is? ‘

‘ do i look sexy while dying? ‘

‘ have you been watching too much youtube? ’

‘ fucking ipad kids, man ’

‘ i can be sane about this i promise but not today ‘

‘ i’m a catch and i can also sleep with a younger man ’

‘ how do you milk an oat ’

‘ fuck my dad ’

‘ sometimes you just need to start swinging ’

‘ i just watched a cat girl walk out of thin air in a starbucks ‘

‘ isn’t that that furry thing people are into ‘

‘ i’m gonna go on The Google and see if i can figure anything out ‘

‘ am i high too? ‘

‘ fuck off bambi ‘

‘ since there was no warning and i make the rules here ‘

‘ you'll go where i say you’ll go ‘

‘ does a - mother fucker ‘

‘ gonna play chase the emo ‘

‘ we love biting dilfs….? ’

‘ optimistic nihilism, right? none of us matter ’

‘ it’s kinda cringe to be kidnapped ’

‘ you rolled a 5, stfu this rabbit’s coming to brand you ’

‘ is he immune to KNIVES?? ‘

‘ alright -- now to kill this dad ‘

‘ if you think garfield is going to stand against me in court, you’re out of your fucking mind ’

‘ no offense but you have like no mom vibes ’

‘ i think i got threatened by a furry ’

‘ speak of the cat lady and she shall appear ’

**shotguns frappuccino** ‘ there’s many ways to drink a drink ’

‘ these hands are magic, baby ’

‘ are you saying naruto is jesus?? ’

‘ your pride is going to get us killed ’

‘ you look like you could fit under a bush ’

‘ y’all test me… ’

‘ i am SO GLAD you didn’t get vored by a cloud ’

‘ try to crowd surf the third graders! ’

‘ some things are better off unknown , the phrase will haunt me but… ’

[stanzoeywade]

Queen B Mamma Mia!AU pt.3

Summary: This chapter will be about Poppy and MC, with Poppy having the role of Sam from Mamma Mia. After this I will be writing the endings, where I will write about MC’s future with Chloe, Veronica and Poppy. Trying to give all the stans what they want. Hopefully, I nailed Poppy’s character. Please tell me what you thought.

Taglist: @somewillwin @belvoiresqueenbee @origmansello @clownery-is-a-new-personality @kamilahtrash @poppysminion @poppysimp @minsinclair-lee @poppysmc @iiizdumb @uselesslesbianfr @scattered-to-the-winds @idiot-justidiot @toyhenoctus @begoniathotia @otakufangirl-12 @malvinghlein @ariaminsinclair @queenpoppyminsinclair @lavenderrtown

Warnings: smut, nsfw (not safe for clowns)

Play I HAVE A DREAM.

•You were making your way around the island after being dropped off by Veronica, and as you were exploring the many sights to be seen, a small little house catches your attention. You make your way towards it and enter, the place may look run down and old but you can already imagine how it would look if a little bit of TLC was used to build it up again.

• You can already imagine it as a popular hotel for people to visit, boosting the popularity of the island and hopefully increasing the economy for the people who lived there.

• There was a staircase and out of curiosity, you decide to go up and explore upstairs, it was dusty. The house clearly hasn't been used or cleaned for years. In all your excitement, you slide down the staircase which causes it to fall. Letting an awkward giggle you run away, hoping no one heard you.

• As you were making your way towards a small barn, the rain starts to pour and you can't help but think about what Veronica said. "A storm is coming." You just laugh in delight, as you run in the rain. You reach the stables and the building begins to creak and you're about to make your way out until you hear the sound of an animal in panic.

• You go in to see a panicking horse and seeing that you wouldn't be able to calm it down by yourself, you quickly reassure the horse that you'll be back with help. "I'll be back, I'm just coming to get someone to help, stay there okay."

• You quickly run outside, desperately hoping for anyone to pass by in the storm. You yell out desperately "I NEED HELP, ANYONE!", hoping to attract anyone's attention.

• You hear the sound of a motorbike, and a blonde woman stops in front of you. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she says and you're immediately awed by her beauty, even with her hair a mess from the rain and her clothes dripping, she still manages to look gorgeous. Her brown eyes glimmer in anticipation, as if eager to help.

• You quickly explain that you need her help to take care of the horse, she immediately follows you inside the stables, and the two of you carefully approach the horse, making sure not to startle it.

• "Well this is gonna be easy, I'm a veterinarian." she says and you're immediately relieved as you ask "Really?" She just looks at you with a wry smile and as she says "No, I'm not, I'm an architect." You just shake your head and say "Okay, just talk to horse gently, to make them feel at ease." She gives you an affirmative nod as she gently calms the horse down. "This would be easier if I was calm" she says.

• You take the reins off and immediately open the gate to let the horse out from the shaky building. You can't help the relieved sigh that comes out as you get out safely. You look at the stranger and say "Thanks, also it's nice to meet you. I'm Rosie Hughes by the way."

• She looks at you as she flashes you a charming smile "Poppy Min-Sinclair, the pleasure is mine Miss Hughes." The two of you smile at each other, and you suggest that you find a place for the horse to stay.

• The two of you decide to tour around the island together, and you both make your way to market, and you're looking for new clothes. Poppy makes conversation by asking "What brings you here?" and you just shoot her a smile as you say "I don't know, I just wanted to explore the world and this place is absolutely beautiful. Plus I wanted to piss off my mother, she's always touring." Poppy looks at you with something akin to understanding as she says "Your mother sings?" You nod at her. "Yes, with a voice as sweet as sugarcane."

• She sees a dress and is about to tell you "This will suit -" she's cut off as you appear in front of her wearing overalls. You laugh at her as you say "You really, don't know me at all."

• The two of you head down to a local pub, and you're immediately entertained by the band that is playing. "I absolutely, love this place, oh my God." you say as Poppy just gives you a questioning look that says "Are you serious?!"

• The two of you start to talk and you talk about your personal lives and Poppy asks "Your mother wouldn't miss you?" You just look and smile at her. The smile not quite reaching your eyes as you say "She's not that kind of mother." Poppy looks apologetic and she's about to apologise when you cut her off. "Don't be sorry, it's okay I'm not angry at her, it's not a sob story."

• Poppy tells you that her whole life has been planned for her. "I'm only here because I wanted to get away and finally achieve freedom. I'm not going to be able to stay forever, but hopefully, I find something to make me stay."

• Poppy hesitates and looks like she's about to say something important but you were already distracted by the band finishing their song. "That was amazing! I loved it!" you turn to the bar and speak to the lady. "Are you the owner?" she just points forward as she says "My son the owner, because no one else let his band play."

• The owner approaches you and says "Thank you, how do you like the island?" You practically vibrate with excitement and Poppy can't help but think that you're cute. "I love it here, it's very relaxing. I also love your band, you guys are amazing. I would love to sing with you guys and my friends from home." He looks at you as he says "You sing?"

• You're about to shyly deny, until Poppy interjects and says "Yes she sings, sweet as sugarcane." The man looks at you expectantly as he hands you the microphone. "Sing." he says and you're flabbergasted "Just like that? I need time to prepare." He just replies with "Here on island, everything just like that."

Play Andante Andante.

• As soon as you get up on the stage, your voice starts to fill the room, and Poppy's eyes are drawn to you. The whole pub becomes more lively as people start to sing along with you, and you're happy because you love singing. After, he says "You're hired!" as everyone claps.

• After that day, you and Poppy get a little bit closer, the two of you got out for long walks basking in the moonlight, where you both have your first kiss. The funny thing is that your first kiss was also in front of where you met.

• The two of you decide to go on a date, Poppy rowing, and you're off to go to on a picnic. For someone so small, Poppy can be strong. "I don't think you know what you're doing Pop." Poppy just laughs at you as she says "I'm hoping that if I keep rowing forward we'll bump into land. There's another island over there, I was hoping we might go for a picnic." You look at her, curious "Where are we going to get the food?" and she just says "I was hoping we can catch it on the way."

• Your expression turns serious, and you struggle to form the words until a sudden burst of courage overtakes you. You clear your throat. "Uh, we should probably talk about last night. I don't usually do that, I mean hardly ever. Well, sometimes. A bit recently in fact. But, on the whole, not." Poppy looks at you, clearly amused by your sudden shyness. "I thought it was miraculous." she says with a gentle smile.

• You bite your bottom lip shyly as you say "Um, I'm gonna say something, and you're probably going to think that I'm crazy but you should shut up as I'm saying it." Poppy tries to cut you off but you just keep going "I want to stay here, and I think you should too. I think we should choose to do something radical, wonderful, and amazing. To live in this extraordinary place with someone miraculous."

• Poppy looks at you entranced and you notice the way she was staring. You shake your head slightly as you say "I told you, you'd think it was crazy." Poppy makes eye contact, sadness hidden in those brown eyes "I just don't think it's that simple. Nothing usually is."

• "Everything is. When you break it down." you say voice unwavering, and Poppy looks away and it's clear that she's thinking. She chuckles as she says "I don't think it's crazy."

• Poppy starts to take photos of you, and she knows that she's become smitten in the short time you've spent together. The way the two of you look at each other with such affection in your eyes makes it obvious that you adore each other.

Play THE NAME OF THE GAME.

NSFW UNDER CUT

• Whilst Chloe was soft and sweet, Veronica passionate. Poppy was everything you wanted, the two of you knew exactly what the other needed and it was addicting. She was like a drug you can't quit or get enough of.

• The two of you spent the night together. For someone who looks as elegant and proper as Poppy, you're surprised to know that she can be quite the little minx in bed.

• It starts off with a bang, both of you can feel electricity with each kiss, neither of you know who kissed who first. The kisses start off slow and gentle as if you're just getting used to each other. Your hands find their way to the small of her back, and you start to circle your thumb against her.

• Poppy's moans into the kiss, and you're left wanting more because Poppy sounds so good. Her hands start to wander, and she reaches your lower back, which she gives a firm squeeze and you can't help the groan that escapes your lips. Poppy looks at you with half-lidded eyes and pupils blown as she starts to strip you until all that's left is your underwear.

• She deftly moves a hand to cup your breast, whilst the other unhooks your bra. Her mouth trails down from your jaw to your breasts where she nips and sucks at every patch of skin she can reach. You both stumble into bed, and Poppy's mouth finds your nipple, which she gently starts to tease with her tongue.

• The sounds that come out of your mouth is pure sin, a mixture of muffled moans and screams as you cover your mouth with the back of your hand. Poppy notices and she's quick to take your hand away. "I want to hear every noise you make. Don't be shy." she says huskily and it sends a wave of arousal down your inner thighs. This causes you to rub your thighs together. Poppy notices the moist fabric, and her fingers trail down to touch the strap of your underwear. You're already left whining at the contact because you want her to touch lower.

• "What is it that you want Rosie? Do you want me to touch lower?" she says voice dropping an octave. You're whining mess underneath her, and you know there's no point in playing hard to get so you just nod your head so fast it could have caused a normal person whiplash.

• Poppy moves her hands lower, and she removes your underwear. Her fingers find your clit and she presses the pad of her fingers on it. Desperate for any kind of friction your hips grind against her. Poppy holds your hips down as she makes a displeased noise. "Tsk tsk, Hughes, I'm in charge, you're only allowed to moved when I tell you to." Your head is spinning and you're, really desperate but you follow her wishes.

• Poppy starts off by teasing you, slowly tracing her fingers on your pussy, and as she feels how wet you are, she lets out a satisfied groan."You're so wet for me, how much did you want to do this?" she says as she slowly starts to insert her index and middle finger into your core.

• A sob escapes your lips and you have to bite your lips to stop moving against her finger. Poppy notices how needy you look and she says "What do you want me to do? Tell me clearly." Your voice sounds shaky as you stutter out the words she wants to hear "Poppy, please I need you to move your fingers, I'm begging you please."

• Poppy's eyes light up as she hears you beg, suddenly she leans forward to kiss your neck. "Anything my baby asks for she gets." She starts to thrust her fingers in and out at a steady pace, she can see your face contorted into a look of pleasure. "Does that feel good?" she asks and your answer is only to pull her in her closer. She gives you a noise of approval as she works you up faster. When you're close Poppy stops and you whine.

• She looks down at you and says "Grind" and you follow. You start to grind on her fingers as she thrusts it inside you. You can feel your muscles go taut, and your vision begins to turn white. Your body starts to spasm, as you reach your climax, letting out a scream as you do so, only to be muffled by Poppy kissing you.

• Poppy looks satisfied until she sees the troubled look on your face. "What's wrong? Did that not feel good?" she asks, worried. You just shake your head at her. "I want to make you cum too." Poppy flushes and she's about to deny you until she feels you tugging on her arm. "Sit on my face, princess."

• Poppy's whole body turns red and you laugh as she settles herself down on your face. "This is gonna be fun" you say as you lap at Poppy's cunt, eyes rolling back at the taste. Poppy's hands make their way to your hair where she tugs. "Fuck you taste so good Poppy. I could get addicted." you say as you let Poppy grind her hips against your mouth. You tease her entrance and flick her clit with tongue. The noises that escape Poppy are intoxicating, you don't think any song can compare." You can tell Poppy's about to cum when you hear her ragged breathing and her hips jerking faster.

• Poppy climaxes with a loud moan, so much so you're pretty sure everyone in the vicinity heard you. Poppy falls forward and has to put her hand against the wall to keep herself from falling. You catch all of her cum with your tongue, and it tastes uniquely of Poppy and you know its something you can't forget.

• Poppy gets off you and as she lies down on the bed, you can see her chest heaving and Poppy gasping for air. The two of you share a fond look, as you both bask in the afterglow. After a few minutes, Poppy drifts off to sleep and you know that you're falling for her really hard.

Play KNOWING ME KNOWING YOU.

• The next day, as you make your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast a journal catches your attention. Curious, you open it to see a photo of Poppy with a man and a ring on her finger. Anger and rage fill you as you wake Poppy up to confront her.

• Poppy wakes up with a jolt. "When were you going to tell me that you were engaged?!" you yell angry tears falling from your eyes. Poppy looks at you and say "I can explain, please let me talk." You look at her, silent fury visible in your eyes. "Yeah you can talk, I have three questions for you and you're going to answer them for me" you say as calmly as you can.

• "Are you engaged to that wonderful man?" and she replies with "Yes." voice shaky as if she's scared to lose you. "And did you tell me about it?" you ask. She shakes her head at you "No" and you just throw your hands in surrender as you say "And did you seriously think that I was going to forgive you?" you say as you turn away from her. "Wait, please I can explain!" she pleads and you're done "No more talking, go!"

• Poppy packs her things as she gets ready to leave the island. She sees you as leaves, your figure fading in the distance, and she knows she blew it. She doesn't think that she can love someone else the way she loved you.

[onereallygoodlambonastick]

hello hello i am here to offer u...............a revamped version of my pencil portrait commission policy! with a cleaner (animated !) look, additional clarifications, and actual commission examples attached!

NEW HIGHLIGHTS:

i will physically ship only to the U.S. and Canda AND any other country that you know for sure allows in outside mail! contact me to get cooking. please note additional shipping fees may apply.

HOWEVER, to bypass that hassle entirely

scanned commissions are a thing that i do! 400dpi and higher :]c just make sure you have a valid email

updated my policy on drawing NSFW/gore! i will draw MILD stuff (i.e. sexually-suggestive OK not oh it’s going in hard OK). same thing for gore (i.e. casual disembowelment OK not I Am Literally Nauseated from Looking at This Image OK)

i will be predominately utilizing pencil + color pencil to whip up your portrait. lead pencil will still be my primary tool; you can however let me know if and/or how you’d like me to apply some color to your commission (e.g. hair roots, flat background, blood, etc). like tell me if you don’t want color because otherwise i might take unwanted liberties

OLD STUFF 2 KEEP IN MIND:

first come first serve! no set # of slots but that may change

i reserve the right to say no (no nasty shit y’all)

i will send periodic updates

commissions will take up to 4 weeks at MOST. will prob finish b4 that around the 1st or 2nd week benchmark bc i have no self-control

1 character per portrait, no additional characters srry :(

no expedited shipping! sorry! i’m staying with economy

send me a reference or two, especially if you’re commissioning an OC draw! it really helps

mystery discount if u commission me something No.6- and/or HxH-related and/or Code Geass-related

tackle me with your questions. just run me over. trample me

but make sure u read my ~~ground rules~~ and the rest of this post first lol

[justanotherloveaffair]

Somewhere Secret (T’Challa x Reader)

Word Count: 2,677

Warnings: Smut, remote controlled vibrator, public sex, NSFW

Tell me when it’s in.

You grunted, pushing the smooth round toy into its tight new home, where a pleasant pressure made you shiver as your fingers withdrew from your panties to send a response back to T’Challa.

It’s in.

Your sharp gasp carried through the small office as Bast knows how many volts of vibranium-charged energy turned your pussy into ground zero of a catastrophic earthquake, sending shockwaves out to each extremity. It ended almost as soon as it began, leaving you breathless, with one hand on the desk to prop up your weight.

Once stable, you let out a short laugh.

T’Challa could be such an asshole sometimes.

Your heartbeat sounds like a herd of elephants. Did it work? Are you okay?

In the interest of anticipating a future emergency, like an attack on the Queen’s life, the King’s genius sister Shuri had figured out how to tweak your bracelet to download your diagnostics real-time into T’Challa’s.

It wasn’t too long after that the idea for this little sex game was born.

Your legs were still shivering a little, almost a queasiness in your stomach as you mentally evaluated your day full of meetings. The world’s most powerful bullet vibrator was in your pussy and the remote control was in the hands of a man who could be ruthless.

It worked. Go easy on me, Kumkani. Please.

You sent the message and involuntarily clenched, expecting a playful retaliation that never came. 

Your hand rested against the door while you counted to five, using each second to mentally center yourself before rejoining the Dora Milaje dutifully awaiting you in the hall. 

~ ~ ~

Not once during your morning and afternoon of polite visits did you forget that a horny King had control of your pussy. And not once did he use it.

It was almost worse that he didn’t. You nearly hoped for it, the way people living in a seismically active region hope for little earthquakes to avoid The Big One. Every hour he didn’t use it, the desire to was building, under the surface. You knew it, just like you knew he was paying attention right now, tuned in to his favorite radio frequency. You.

You were distracted all morning. All it took was an innocent shift of the body to rediscover the invading shape inside. As you went from meeting to meeting, you constantly imagined what would happen if he flipped that switch. You thought about it as you outstretched your hands to receive a plate of food at your lunch meeting. You thought about it as you discussed the health of the economy with the merchant tribe leader. You thought about it whenever you entered a new room, immediately looking for wherever you could make a hasty exit, should you need.  

Just before 2:00, your guards were accompanying you down a sun-drenched hallway towards your next meeting when the sight of T’Challa turning the corner with Okoye gave you an unexpected shock. 

Your steps faltered at the sight of his intense eyes, lit up with pleasure at having caught you off guard. 

While he closed the distance, you felt the presence of his soulful brown orbs sliding all up and down your body, with the slightest smirk on his face.

Your enthusiasm to see him bubbled out of you in a string of words, as your animated hands moved about. “My King! What are you doing here? I’m supposed to meet Tayo about the exhibition.” 

You and Tayo, the royal art collector, were about to finalize the details on a grand exhibition in a few weeks.

A business-like tone met you, but the warmth in his eyes was intimate, and the amused smirk made your stomach start to twist. 

“The schedule has changed, Tayo had to suddenly cancel. Will you join me for a walk, my Queen?”

A walk? What was he planning?

“Uh… yes. Sure.”

After dismissing your guards, you accepted his arm with a dubious glance his way, one he didn’t reciprocate as he was too busy looking proud as a panther who just caught his prey. 

As you began to stroll, you had to slow your usual walking pace to match with his more deliberate one. The two of you were constantly bumping into each other’s side, sometimes by accident but mostly on purpose. You gathered he was taking out outside and sure enough, you emerged from the cool palace into the punishing afternoon heat. 

“T’Challa,” you stated, finally sick of being led around with no explanation, “are we walking somewhere in particular?”

Nobody had mastered the expression of playful secrecy quite like T’Challa could. His eyebrows lifted in a wouldn’t you like to know twitch and his shapely lips pursed together with a restrained smile, but he did not answer your question.

You returned to walking together, this time with the frenetic sounds of the city surrounding you instead of the echoing corridors of the palace. It was a gorgeous day and Wakanda’s citizens was clearly enjoying it, based on the smiling faces you noticed everywhere. They were, of course, also smiling at the sight of their King and Queen, arm-in-arm, taking in the city just like everyone else. 

The visit to the city seemed perfectly mundane until a shocking vibration of unimaginable levels struck your insides. 

Your fingers gripped the solid muscle of T’Challa’s upper arm and you let out a squeal, loud enough to startle the Dora Milaje at your sides. 

“My love,” T’Challa’s honey soft voice called out to you as he examined you with mock concern. “Are you feeling alright?”

Meanwhile, the vibrations were still going. 

“Uh... I feel a little.. uh...”

As you spoke, you noticed his fingers partially hidden by the cuff of his wrist, lightly twisting a Kimoyo bead. As he did, what felt like a couple thousand volts of energy shot up to a million. 

The four of you had stopped right in the middle of a busy alley, where crowds were clustered around food stands. Knowing how public the area was, you clenched your teeth and resumed walking, even while the juices of your arousal began to make your thighs slick, originating from the throbbing heartbeat in your pussy. 

T’Challa never let up on you. He raised the vibrations, then lowered them, made them disappear entirely only to reintroduce them in full. 

His tinkering with your pleasure senses made you ache, and your heart beat faster. The colors around you were vivid and bright, your eyes picking out banana yellow, forest green, bright orange in textiles and clothes. You felt the fabric around your legs gather and caress your skin as the relaxing breeze made it swirl. Rich scents of spices and smoking, sizzling meat made your taste buds salivate.

Your every neuron was wide open to receive the sensations around you, and no sensation was more intense than your desire for T’Challa.

His presence seemed to engulf yours, like his huge palm and long fingers that had yours clasped tight, where sweat, warmth and tingling pleasure thrived within his touch. 

The vibrations continued to climb, and when your grip weakened, his got stronger, pulling you along. 

Surely, if not from the Kimoyo bead, then his enhanced senses could tell your heart was beating abnormally fast. He must have noticed how you pressed your thighs together whenever you could, or when nobody was looking, brushed the back of your hand across your crotch, just to reel from the fireworks of your aching nerve endings responding to the contact.

Sweat gathered at your forehead and made you feel damp and hot everywhere else. If the heat didn’t kill you, then T’Challa’s teasing would.

A tug at your hand made you turn and take a sudden left. T’Challa led you at an urgent, self-assured pace down a narrow street empty of people, while his guards followed, glancing at each other. 

He turned suddenly, stopping Okoye and Ayo a few feet away as they blinked impassively.

“Please, wait here. The Queen is not feeling well, and needs a moment to rest. We will return when she is feeling better.”

His earnest sincerity was no match for the sharp intelligence of his top general, who wisely hid her smirk.

“Kumkani, we will ensure your privacy. My Queen, I hope you feel better soon.”

You nearly disintegrated at her knowing smile and patronizing tone. It wasn’t the first time Okoye had stood guard while the King pounded you silly, and it wouldn’t be the last. 

“Thank you, Okoye.”

Strong fingertips guided your body around and you were intrigued, excited, shaky and nervous about wherever you were going. Your gaze swung side to side, finding solid building walls on both sides and in front of you, a T shaped alley. The faster you both walked, the more all the friction between your thighs made you bite your lip. 

With a simple yank of your hand and twirl of your body, you spun and then caught yourself with your hands, clutching the wall in an abandoned and empty, yet clean, alley. Before you knew what was happening, T’Challa was clawing at your panties under your dress, with one hand lifting your skirt while the other twisted and tugged, ripping your panties with a loud tearing sound.

“I think I have tortured you long enough.”

“Please,” you begged.

His fingers danced up your thighs that he pushed apart with his knee, and sank inside you to draw out the pulsating vibranium globe. He regarded it, turning it aside to see every bit of your cream left behind, before it disappeared in his pocket.

You braced against the wall but couldn’t stop your noisy gasp when T’Challa’s fingers began to explore you under your dress, while grinding his solid front all along you from head to toe. Your touch-starved body trembled like an overloaded circuit. You felt his power, his breath, his heat all around you. He had turned you into a greedy, weak, starving little thing, intoxicated on his touch. 

T’Challa’s hand slid up and gripped your throat, pulling you back towards him with gentle pressure until his lips were at your ear. 

“I cancelled your meeting with Tayo,” he whispered. “Do you know why?” 

You swallowed. The answer immediately left your lips. “So you could fuck me?”

An amused smile came to T’Challa’s face, softening his eyes for only a moment. He continued to hold your neck, while his other hand was busily handling the barriers of your clothes. “That’s right Y/N,” he purred. “So I could bury myself in you.”

You felt his cock sliding along your lubricated pussy, and you clenched up with surprise and anticipation, jerking upwards in his arms. 

“Relax,” he soothingly rubbed the palm of his hand over your clit until you grinded back into him, sighing. “Relax for your King,” he murmured, his voice thick with seduction. He knew this kind of talk made you melt, and used it against you.

You were turned away from him, facing a moss-covered wall with your legs being urged further apart, your dress a heap of fabric piled on your ass so his eyes could have access to your pussy. You leaned your chest down and braced your hands on the wall, creating an irresistible angle and telling him, in your way, that you were ready. 

Your act of submission was the ultimate turn on and he groaned, studying your glistening pussy. His hand pumped along his length a few times before he held himself against you, each breath from his lips coming strained and heavy. You closed your eyes, seeing starbursts as you were pulled back on him, taking half his length at once. 

You instinctively pulled forward and away, but the Panther side of T’Challa, wildly animal and possessive, wasn’t having it. He gripped your hips with both hands and pulled you back, burying every inch of himself deep in you with a groan of deep satisfaction. 

The pleasure of finally having him was tinged with nervous excitement of knowing you were outdoors, with people just minutes away in every direction, unknowingly walking past an alley where their King was currently pounding their Queen from behind. You couldn’t shake the thought as you were ass-up, thighs spread, stifling your moans with your hand, bent in half and taking Wakanda’s most astonishing dick like you were born to do it.

The first orgasm came so quickly you weren’t even aware of it until it started. “I’m coming!” You exclaimed with surprise, alerting your lover who began to slam into you with excitement. Nothing escalated his lust more than hearing and watching you come. He could become addicted, making you do it so many times you’d be exhausted for hours after.

“More,” he demanded, just as the initial rush was tapering off. His palms gripped your ass so hard you felt them pinching, as he pulled your cheeks apart to watch himself slowly thrust in and out, zoning in on your juices gathering around the base. 

Hearing his demand, you knew it would be easy enough with a bit of extra help. You reached up with your fingers to find your clit, only to feel them being pushed away.

His hips paused, and his voice took on an authoritative tone, grumbly and deep. “You will not touch yourself. Your pleasure is mine to give, you understand?”

“Ah, yes,” you gently retrieved your hand, placing it back against the wall.

T’Challa shifted you, pulling you upright to a standing position, but still behind you. He thrust into you again, both of you sucking in your breath. 

You felt a metallic coolness and looked down to see the vibranium bullet, cupped in T’Challa’s palm, held against you. 

When he turned the vibration on low, the rush of stimulation had you almost crawling out of his arms. He countered you with his strength and rocked his hips up into you, now with the urgency of wanting to race you to your second orgasm. 

“Oh Bast… I am….” you choked, “T’Challa… please…” 

The vibrations went to just the right setting and his hands and cock were in just the right spot to trigger something powerful enough to trap you in electric cage of pure pulsating pleasure for nearly a minute. The waves kept coming and coming, and you clenched and screamed, having not only beat T’Challa to orgasm but outlasting his. By the time his came and went, you were still riding the unbelievable high as the powerful bullet remained lodged against your clit by T’Challa, addicted to your pleasure.

“Please stop,” you begged with tears rolling down your cheeks. He finally relented and you slumped down, your body parts held together with nothing but willpower.

He took over your needs, dressing you and holding you upright while you hung there, dazed and weak. 

As he tucked, zipped and tied himself back into his formal clothes, you tracked his movements with the kind of goofy, starry eyed smile that made him laugh at the attention. You were both glowing, and it was going to impossible to disguise what you’d just done.

Sure enough, you rejoined Okoye and Ayo, who gave each other subtle eye rolls when their beaming King and Queen strolled up behind them. 

Okoye gave you a prim and proper smile, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Are you feeling better, my Queen?”

“General,” T’Challa said with a warning growl. 

You bit back a laugh, Okoye’s prickliness not bothering you in the slightest. 

The crowd soon enveloped you as you retraced your steps back to the palace, both you and T’Challa off to your next meetings with matching smiles and a shared secret.

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