#but thanks anon you inspired me

[blindmagdalena]

honestly i love imagining the reader trying to ride homelander for the first time and him moaning/being overstimulated when she sits on him and her forgetting who he is for a second and going 'shit, did i hurt you?' and him just. being so conflicted by that phrase. of course a human can't ever hurt him and you should watch your tone but also... it's nice you care so much for him. makes him feel cared for, in a way

18+! Given the sounds he makes, no one could blame you for mistaking one for pain. That sharp gasp and the breathless keening moan that follows it.

"Oh fuck," you breathe, hand braced on his bare chest, legs tightly bracketing his hips. He's sweltering beneath you, holding your hips in trembling hands. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

He opens his pleasure-bleary eyes, confused.

It'd be laughable if he wasn't so delirious. You? Hurt him? No, it's another matter entirely. He's accustomed to his gloves and his padded suit acting as a barrier to the world, to the overwhelm of sensation, but he has none of that when he's beneath you.

He's completely at the mercy of the wet, clenching heat of you. It's a betrayal of his stamina that he becomes too sensitive to continue long before he's finished with you.

"What? No, nngh, it's... y'just... y'just feel really fucking good," he says, nearly chokes on that last word. "Too good. So much. It's so much."

"Do you want to stop?" You ask, touching his jaw. Your thumb strokes his cheek and he moans for the tenderness of it. For the care. He'd begun to think there wasn't anyone who could witness what he's capable of and still think to treat him gently.

"No! No, just... just stay... Stay like this," he says, holds you still while he recovers.

You oblige him—you always do—and bend over to kiss him. Your lips are slow and loving against his, coaxing. You cup his face with both hands and sit with him inside you, feeling you, tasting you. It's torturous bliss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, greedy for as much as he can get despite the magnitude of it all, and you lick right back into his.

With a smile, you sink down until your chests are pressed together. His hands slide up your back and he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, needing you more than he's never needed anything in his life. Your lips are like velvet against his, slick with spit and kiss swollen. It's so much more than he's ever had, so much more than he knows how to handle.

He comes just like that, without having to move a muscle, his cry swallowed up by your dreamy kisses.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap: *draws a Megaman-inspired Magneto*

Me: ...Perfect modernization.

wait now that its not 3AM i can do you one Slightly better

bonus:

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Treat Me

~ requested: song lyric prank while he's out with his friends

joe burrow x gf!reader

TW: MDNI 18+ | dom!Joe, mentions of sex, language, spanking, body worship, Joe being done lol

“Thank You TikTok” | Main Masterlist

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

~ why does picking a pictures/gifs always take more time than making the fic?

[saixria]

Your art is so good! ^^

If your requests are still open, ya think a pic of broken arm Athena/recovering Athena could be having Odysseus or Telemachus signing her cast?

THANK YOU!! I LOVE THIS IDEA TOO MUCH I had to draw both of them HDKSKA (my requests are always open btw!) (I hope you don’t mind how late I am 💀)

[bixels]

You've probably heard this before, so no need to publish a response, but your fantastic AU is divorced enough from the source material's setting and particulars that I really do think you could cut yourself off from that and call it original work at this point. Claim them as your OCs. I totally understand if you don't want to, but please know it looks like a legit option. (Your Celestia design is my favorite, btw. Seeing her as a statuesque multi-faced goddess among a bunch of seemingly normal human characters is a neat contrast.) Thanks for your cool work!

That's the plan once I'm ready to move on from MLP. I sorta need to anyways for my character design portfolio.

[runraerun]

Heard a random 90s rock song & it legit got me thinking about Steve & Billy meeting again in their twenties... Like what if s3 never happened? After the fight at the Byers, Billy kept his head down & avoided Steve? I see him as being consumed by a sense of guilt/shame & yet still not being able to apologise until, that is, the day of their graduation when he's suddenly overcome with a need to just get it off his chest. He's been crushing on this guy since he got to Hawkins & he blew whatever chance he had of even just a friendship with him, but it doesn't matter now cos he's getting out of this shithole as quickly as possible, but he can't have this guilt gnawing at him any longer...So maybe he deliberately makes sure he bumps into steve at some point and mutters out a: "Harrington. We need to talk." And sucking on a cigarette like his life depends on it, hands shaking, barely making eye contact, Billy gives the world's shittiest apology. And it feels like his heart's gonna beat out of his chest & Steve's just standing there, staring at him, an unreadable expression on his face, before saying something like: "yeah, man. I'm sorry for that night too." (In my mind either Max let drop something about Billy's homelife or Steve has deduced something's not right). Anyway. Billy finally feels like he's able to breathe again for the first time in months UNTIL steve unknowingly utters the world's most devastating sentence: "I think we could've been friends if, y'know, shit hadn't gone down the way it did...oh well." And steve gives a sort of little grin and a laugh as if what he said wasn't a major deal. "Heard you're headed back to California?" Steve asks, and Billy's barely able to nod, still struck dumb by Steve's previous offhand comment. And maybe someone calls Steve's name and suddenly that's it. The moment is broken & Steve's leaving with a "Guess I'll see you around, Hargrove... or not" and a goofy little salute. And Billy thought he'd feel better. But in fact he feels worse. Because holy shit. Steve just said they could have been friends. And that's gonna haunt him for years....

Cue a few years later and they run into each other in Chicago (listen, the idea of Billy returning to California only to realise it no longer feels like home and maybe it never did consumes me), but yeah. They bump into each other accidentally and holy shit. Steve Harrington. He looks almost exactly the same. Other than the fact he's grown out the mullet and holy shit, are those highlights in his hair??? And billy's stunned by what looks like a genuine grin of delight that crosses Steve's face once he recognises who he's walked into. And maybe they chat for a little while; Billy doesn't even know what he's saying he's so in shock at meeting his highschool crush again. But just like the last time someone calls steve's name and of course steve has a girlfriend, of course he does (joke's on billy, cos it's just robin) and suddenly the moment's broken again and steve's walking away with a casual "it was good to see you again, billy" and billy is gripped with the thought that he can't let steve slip through his fingers again. how many people get a second chance like this? he can feel his old highschool crush flickering back to life where it's buried deep in his chest and maybe steve will never like billy like that but holy shit. billy still remembers the day steve said that maybe they could have been friends if things had been different and things are different now so why not take a chance??? and billy has never felt so brave or so fucking scared in his life as he does when he steps forward and calls after steve: "Hey Harrington! Wanna meet up and catch up properly some time?" and Steve's attention is back on him and goddamn. Billy didn't even realise how much he missed those eyes until now. ANyway!! This got away from me!! But 90s Harringrove pls and thank. Also the song i heard was lightning crashes by live. like the lyrics aren't even that appropriate but there's such a nostalgic feel to it.

oh my god. OH MY GOD.

Anon, this whole message has got me in a chokehold. Like, it’s such a direct hit. 🎯🎯🎯Billy choking on an apology because he’s so painfully unfamiliar with the very concept, the absolute devastation of hearing the potential of being friends with Steve was there, but he blew it, the PINING… urgh. How Steve can unknowingly fatally wound Billy just like that.

AND THEN THE HIGHLIGHTS ARE YOU JOKING?!

I hope that things get away from you many many more times, because this was incredible.

Okay okay. Now, if I may, I will now attempt to match your freak.

ahem

—

By some serendipitous fuckin’ miracle, Steve agrees to exchange digits with him. They couldn’t find a napkin or any other god forsaken scrap of paper to write on, so they just scribbled their numbers down onto each other's arm. Billy was so fucking on edge that when he was peering down at the pale expanse of Steve’s mole-speckled forearm he damn near forgot his own phone number. Jesus, he’s a wreck…

At least whenever it comes to Harrington, anyway. Dude has like, Billy’s own personal strain of kryptonite woven in through his DNA or some shit. It would explain why his hands always get clammy and his knees feel like they’re made of fucking jello every time Steve flashed those pearly whites his way.

Christ, Hargrove, get it together…

Billy had spent the rest of the week running a finger along the wobbly looking numbers, fading more and more every day. Before they fade completely through, he finally finds his balls and dials Steve’s number.

A girl picks up, which… well, Billy knows Steve has a girlfriend. He didn’t know they’re living together though… but whatever, it don’t change shit.

“Steve around?” He asks, clenching the receiver in his fist so tightly that he can hear the plastic creak.

“Who’s asking?” The girl says, sounding pleasant despite her words. Sandy-haired, freckles. Cute, Billy remembers. Harrington always did go for the cute ones.

“Billy,” he answers, “Billy Hargrove. He’ll know who I am.”

“Oh, Billy,” The girl’s voice draws out his name like it’s an answer to a question that she’d been stuck on. “It’s about time you called.”

Which. That…

What the hell does that mean?

While Billy’s puzzling it out, she hears the girl holler for Steve, telling him Billy is on the line. His name is said with a weird amount of familiarity.

Billy switches ears and shakes out the stiffness in his hand. Focuses on breathing evenly instead of the steady flow of questions suddenly piling up in his head.

“Billy?” Steve’s voice, clear as a bell, asks from the other line.

Billy clears his throat, “hey, man.”

“Hey. I was just about to call you.” Steve says, doing that thing where he so casually drops bombs onto Billy’s world, leveling his cities with a passing word.

“Beat you to it.” Billy grins, and hears the little huff of a laugh on the other line.

“Always so competitive,” Steve teases, and Billy can just hear the smile. It makes his chest ache. It’s the sweet kind of ache, though. “Haven’t you ever heard it’s not winning that matters, it’s taking part?”

Billy shakes his head even though Steve can’t see him and sneers, “sounds like some shit losers say to each other.”

That gets a genuine laugh from Steve, all breathy and sharp, and Billy feels himself laughing along from the sheer thrill of getting Steve going.

“Jesus, I forgot how much of an asshole you are.” Steve sighs, but there’s no heat behind it. Just shit talk. It’s fine. What guys do.

“Yeah yeah. Can’t change my spots, or whatever.” Billy mumbles as he scuffs his boot along the floor. Fucking antsy. Jonesing for a cigarette. Just get on with it you piece of shit. He takes a breath and then takes the plunge. “So listen, we should hang out this weekend. I know a few good bars where we could catch up. Maybe get into some trouble.”

Steve makes a scoffing sound, “what kind of trouble are we talking here, Hargrove?”

His heart jackrabbits in his chest. He loves this part. Billy brings the receiver just a little closer to his lips. “The fun kind, Harrington.” He murmurs, voice pitched low.

There’s a brief, unbearably tense couple of seconds where Steve doesn’t speak. He just lets Billy dangle like a hooked fish. Static from the line. He doesn’t breathe. Then.

“Friday at 8?” Steve tosses the offer out, real casual-like. And with it, Billy feels the muscles around his neck and shoulders relax, like he got shot with a tranquilizer dart. Steve continues, “You wanna meet at the same coffee shop from before? I live in the apartment building just across the street from it.”

Fancy, Billy thinks. Of fuckin’ course. All the buildings on that block are the high end kind; with door men and balconies and working elevators. Billy only ever finds himself in that leg of the city when a pipe bursts or a sink gets clogged and Billy gets called in to fix it. Of course Steve’s living in the lap of luxury here in Chicago. Mommy and Daddy’s only child. Not that it’s his fault, Billy supposed. Some people are just born luckier than others.

“Sure, rich boy,” Billy grins, “bring your appetite though, I’m buying nachos.”

Steve heartily agrees. Because obviously. Who the hell could say no to that? Rich or poor, nachos are nachos.

It ain’t a date. It ain’t. It’s just two guys hanging out, y’know, catching up. For old times sake. Getting into some trouble, like Billy said. It ain’t date.

So what if he calls and asks Heather to pre-approve his outfit when everything he owns suddenly looks stupid on him? And who cares that he dabs double the amount of cologne onto his chest and triple down his pants—Billy likes to smell good, it ain’t a big deal. He wears a silver chain around his neck, the one that matches his earring, and undoes a few more buttons than usual to show it off. It’s cold this time of year but he figures they’ll be inside for most of the night anyway. Drinking, shooting pool, tossing darts. Shit like that.

Billy chain smokes as he waits outside of the coffee shop, sucking back one cigarette after the other, trying not to think about how he’s about to see Steve fucking Harrington again; the one who got away. Or, one one Billy never even fucking had a chance with in the first place, more like. He keeps wondering if he’s making a mistake. If he should just go home, forget he ever ran into that long legged, poofy haired, Bambi-eyed—

But then Steve’s there, handing Billy some froo-froo drink from inside (somehow they’d missed each other???) before he starts giving Billy a hard time for still not having a proper winter coat. Steve’s got highlights in his hair and eyeliner on his lower lashline and a spot of foam from his drink on the tip of his nose and Jesus fuck.

Billy’s in trouble.

[vaard]

I recolored the Lightforged Vaard piece from the ask to a classic Vaard for the fun of it, also the fact that it's one of the better front view faces I've done. I struggle a lot with this angle so it's great practice, and I get to see both versions.

[making-you-in-spore]

Tee hee! I request you make something that makes you happy in spore with no obligation to post it or share it if you don’t want to. I want it to make you feel joy. I hope it brings giggles to you when the road gets hard.

i made some lindwyrms the other day

and a chickatoo

as well as a radien

and cactimani

[i-like-forcefem]

If only there was essentially a dating site explicitly to get dragged into a pretty girl's basement and made into a cute and adorable girl...

If there’s nothing like it yet, make do with what you have!!! Where do you live cutie? I’m sure we can set something up :3

[randevu-01]

hi can you pls draw vergil for a change

Sure.

The lines turned out very nice on their own :D

[idontmindifuforgetme]

you could do a list of other movies to watch other than that shit, with a focus on iraqi directors/filmmakers, if you want to make more of an effort but also not on you to redirect ppl when they should be doing the research - or maybe a lil book club style thing, but again, a lot of effort and you would maybe need a co-organizer

Hang on that sounds like such a cute idea!!!! The idea of founding a book club focused on this is a huge commitment but my gears are def turning now

[uwuyangeppie]

Not really a request just a rant buttt yk how gepard can only revive himself once in a fight? (Depending on his eldions I’ll assume since I only have one) What if when the reader finally stabs him to ‘death’ but gepard is alive because yk revive the reader snaps and starts hunting him?

Like that one moment when you realize you done fucked up.

like how a mother sees their baby trapped under a car, she gets a rush of adrenaline and sudden strength and lifts up the car to get the baby out? tbh if i saw the reader snap like that i'd be like "sucks for gepard and all but i get it". but i'd be like way less worse about it obviously because i'm not insane.

anyway i know you said it wasn't really a request but i chose to write a piece inspired by this anyway~

you do have a breaking point, as everyone does.

the silvermane guards are closing in. everyone has judgement in their eyes, concluding things before you've even had a chance to speak. gepard is quickly coming to collect you. gepard landau, who you thought you'd killed, not ten minutes ago.

what have you done wrong? you've followed the amber lord your whole life, just as everyone else has. why have THEY ignored you? you pray and you pray and you cry and call for THEM, and still- nothing. in fact, with every passing day, gepard only seems to get stronger and more intimidating.

you just...

is what you want really too much to ask for?

without even realising it, you're crying. again.

when he reaches you, he'll probably stroke your head, rub your back, keep up the perfect image that everyone else has of him, and your voice will cease to exist.

you will gain the ability to destroy any shield that blocks your path.

you can feel the heat of THEIR gaze, but it's not the one whose approval you've chased. finally, an aeon has cast THEIR gaze upon you, who has been betrayed again and again. your hopelessness starts to die before the all-consuming fire of rage.

perhaps qlipoth has realised THEIR mistake, or perhaps this was THEIR goal all along- gepard is changing, very rapidly. it's obvious to anyone who looks.

and in return, you will crush this planet to dust.

he stands before you with his shield in hand. qlipoth must be speaking to him, just as nanook is speaking to you. which way, darling? will you go with an up-and-coming emanator of preservation, who you'll never escape from again...

...or will you accept the flame of destruction, and carve your own path forward?

[astrobei]

DID I JUST READ THAT YOU'RE GOING TO WRITE A CAITVI FIC omg one of my favorite byler writers (i've been out of ST fandom for like over a year now but i still reread some of my favorite fics occasionally) finally getting into Arcane and writing caitvi is the best news for me. I love my girls so much and the world always needs more beautiful caitvi stories from talented writers. Sorry i just got excited lmao

tentative yes! i’m wary of talking about my wips or ideas too much as of late since i’ve Just dug myself out of a creative rut and telling people my ideas is generally the best way to ensure i never actually write them lol. but i’m really enjoying the challenge of new characters and dynamics and i love the little concept i’ve come up with so i’m really hoping to see this through! here’s a little teaser, i give you all permission to clobber me over the head if this one ends up in the wip graveyard 🫡

[deadgirlwalking91]

update

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe is complete and awaiting beta-reading! It is by far the cheesiest thing I have ever written, but you know what? Who cares, we love cheese in this house!

Teeny tiny excerpt under the cut.

“Hey, this is actually kinda neat.” She turned the bottle over in her hand, admiring the hefty weight of it. This thing would be basically indestructible—and when you were training with a bunch of weapon-wielding women, that was very important.

“Check the inscription,” a voice hissed from behind her. Lute turned around; Bambi stood there with her arms crossed and a devilish grin on her face. Tiny, engraved letters caught Lute’s eye towards the bottom of the bottle as she inspected it once more.

Thirsty for the First D.

Her cheeks flushed gold almost immediately, and she clutched the inscribed side of her bottle to her chest. There was no fucking way she could even look at Adam if he caught wind of what it said.

[mappingthesky]

fuck it! a drabble of pn just making out, no thoughts head empty just mwa mwa pls

religion’s in your lips (alternatively: no thoughts head empty just mwa mwa)

If Nymphia had to define perfection, it would be something like this:

They’re in bed together. Jane’s leaned up on one arm, the other hooked around Nymphia’s waist, and she’s looking down at her with this impossible sort of expression. She’s taking in every detail, trying to figure out she managed it - ending up intertwined with someone so completely made for her, someone she couldn’t have dreamed up if she tried. Nymphia just stares up, dazzled by the awed look in Jane’s eye, and feels a bit blown apart by how obvious her desire is. Her gaze drops by mere centimeters to trace the curve of wonderment playing at Jane’s lips.

“Don’t do that.” Jane’s voice is soft, low.

Nymphia’s eyes dart back to Jane’s. “Do what?

“Look at my mouth like that.”

Nymphia blinks, fluttering her lashes, feeling touched and a little powerful. She tilts her head when she taunts, but her voice is soft, almost a whisper. “Or what?”

Jane just shakes her head, looking down in disbelief. Then her hand is moving to cup Nymphia’s face, handling her so tenderly that Nymphia’s head spins. And then Jane kisses her.

It’s the impassioned, meaningful kind of kiss. The kind that lingers for a moment, making room for the feeling, lips unmoving and imparting messages only they can understand. It’s a kiss that isn’t about their lips, not so much as what it means. Just the two of them as close together as they can be, trying to get even closer somehow. And then they’re moving again. Jane presses a series of short, slow kisses to Nymphia’s lips, like she’s repeating something over and over. I love you, I need you, I love you, I need you. She does it until Nymphia is smiling against her, because she knows, and then Jane is smiling too, letting out this moving little hum because she’s just so enamored and she can’t contain it. She tilts her head to kiss more of Nymphia, still soft but hungrier somehow, and Nymphia is burying her hand in Jane’s hair. Close could never be close enough. Nymphia can feel Jane’s eyelashes brushing against her as they catch their breath, can feel her palm sliding over her cheek and towards small of her neck, but she still needs more. Their noses knock together, eyes meeting only for a moment before they’re at it again. They kiss, slow and sultry, the momentary space between their lips aching until they meet again moments later. More, is the silent message in Nymphia’s mouth, more more more. Jane’s tongue swipes hot and delicate over Nymphia’s bottom lip, and Nymphia can’t stand the distance. She kisses harder, catches Jane’s bottom lip and sinks her teeth in, earning a beautiful, breathy exhale from Jane that’s just short of a whimper. Nymphia sucks and can feel Jane drawing breath as she tangles her fingers in Nymphia’s hair, pulls her towards another open-mouthed kiss that continues until they’re both breathless.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” Jane pants. It’s their own private atmosphere, this space between them. It’s hot and loving and Nymphia is never letting it go. She wants to lose herself to it, give in to it completely.

“I have some idea.” Nymphia’s eyes flicker over Jane, whose cheeks are flushed and full of want.

Jane shakes her head. Her eyes are low with lust and still full of love, still lit with the embers of awe. “You don’t know the half of it,” she reaches out to touch Nymphia, to do something about it.

And then Nymphia is taking Jane’s hand, leading it elsewhere.

“Show me.”

[ddeongies]

hello my fav writer, im curious abt ur top 5 ryeji fics 🧐

OKAY this was both hard to answer and easy to answer bc i'm good at remember to bookmark my faves (and also reread them all LMAO). that being said!! the below list is not in order, there are honorable mentions, and there's just so much incredible ryeji fic out there that it feels wild to just say 5.

what’s in a name by snowandwolves

if you haven’t read what’s in a name and you read ryeji fic…… please read it right now? it’s not only my favorite ryeji fic, it’s one of my fave stories of all time (including published shit like this fucking fic is a tour de force). it’s simply one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever read and i could not recommend it enough. (this author’s writing is so good i started watching warrior nun just so i can one day enjoy their warrior nun fics i’m so for real right now)

all or nothing (unfortunately orphaned 😭)

all or nothing is one of my comfort fics. it’s a perfect little two shot and idk how many times i’ve read it. the characterization is just lovely. the ryeji relationship is warm and soft and slow and sweet and inevitable (which you know is just how i like it). perfect amount of getting to know each other, perfect amount of pining, a dreamy dreamy yeji it’s just elite

call it fate, call it karma by crushpdf

this fic….. read it please if you haven’t it’s criminally underrated. the fact that it has fewer than 2k hits is actually insane to me. idol yeji and producer ryu and they just fall in love and it’s low drama and perfect and another comfort fic of mine. idk what to say, it’s a 6k one shot, so honestly just read (or reread) it now and thank me later

muse by qaisal

i was considering not including a qaisal fic on this list, but that doesn’t feel right or honest, like there’s a reason they’re top of the tag!! i think muse is my personal fave (and one of the first ryeji fics i’ve ever read, which is probably true for many! if you’ve somehow read my fics and haven’t read muse i am confused, but it’s just cute as hell! i’m too old to write a high school au, so it’s very nice to have an elite one like this to read and reread when i wanna feel warm and fuzzy inside

you’re a mean one by snowddeong

this fic…. also one of the first ryeji fics i read. i don’t generally read gp, but when it’s good it’s good, and YAMO is so fucking good. idk how many times i’ve read it. snow has this unfair ability to tie like so much yearning and history and backstory and tension in these simple moments. and then they combine it with some really hot shit? elite smut fic like it’s an all time classic!!!

honorable mentions:

wheel, snipe, celly by lonewolflink

bite me by hwang_yeddeong

cartwheel heart by aprilflower

step by step (then a leap of faith) by snowandwolves

good boi by hwangdroid (also snow)