#i tried my best with this one

[allmythologies]

germanic mythology: oberon

In the legendary history of the merovingian dynasty, oberon is a magician, the brother of merowech.

[korn-dogz]

Can you do a Jonathan davis x reader where the reader is the manager of korn and has to book the band into a hotel but it turns into a one bed trope where jon and the reader has to sleep in the same bed then confess their love for each other. (Feel free to add smut idc😌)

YES YESSS

Summary: you and Jonathan have to share a bed in a hotel room

WARNING: fluff, Jonathan being a shy little guy

You had to book a hotel for Korns next city, it was a pain in the ass because everywhere korn went they kinda destroyed the place. You tried to talk to them about not ruining the place but they didn’t care, in fieldys words “were rockstars!”

Before you got to the hotel, everyone in the tour bus was deciding who shared a room with who, you heard giggling behind you and Jonathan scrambling to stop munky “hey Y/N!” Munky called over to you, you turned around “are you ok with sharing a room with Jonathan?" You had liked Jonathan for a while now so this was a dream come true “sure” you said casually but inside you were so excited. You finally arrived to your hotel and the guys were unpacking their stuff, you went over to the front desk and got the keys to the room “ok guys here’s your keys, bring your stuff up to your room and get some rest, I’ll be at your door by 8:00 am tomorrow” you finished saying your things and helped Jonathan up to your guys room “I hope it’s ok that we are sharing a room” Jonathan said nervously “oh yeah, it’s fine don’t worry about it” the elevator got to your floor and you walked to your room number

You opened the door and held it open for Jonathan to put all his stuff on a bed, you heard all his stuff go on a bed before he spoke “um, there’s only one bed” your head shot up as you looked to see if he was joking… he wasn’t, there really only was one bed “oh um, that’s fine, I’ll sleep on the chair” you said, even though you really wanted to sleep with him “no no, it’s ok, we can share the bed” you thought he was just being humble and offering to share a bed but you didnt know is hat he had a crush on you

“Ok sure” you said casually, you helped Jonathan set down everything and hopped into bed with him “do you wanna watch anything before we sleep?” You ask him with the remote in your hand “sure” you turn on the tv and flip through channels before you stop on scream “oh I love this movie!” You said as you put aside the remote and scooted upwards so you can sit up. Jonathan moved closer to you, hoping you didn’t notice “uh can I lay my head on your shoulder?” Jonathan asked shyly “sure go ahead” your heart was racing when we leaned against you. Adding onto laying his head on your shoulder he curled up next to you. You felt him jump at a jump scare in the movie and you giggled “wanna hold my hand?” You asked slyly “yes…” he grabbed your hand and held it tight, halfway in the movie he interlocked your fingers. You couldn’t believe what was going on, you could feel his heart beating faster and faster every time you or him did something. When the movie ended you looked over at Jonathan who was half awake “you tired Jon? We should get some sleep” Jonathan nodded and laid the two of you down, not letting go of you

“Oh! Um…. Is it ok if I hold you like this” you loved the way Jonathan was so considerate “yeah it’s ok” you smiled as Jonathan came even closer and hugged your side, you realized that he was cuddling you so you put an arm over him. You knew that Jonathan was kinda touch starved, he loved hugging you, and butting you…. Which wasn’t your favourite but you put up with it “hey Y/N?” Jonathan perked up “yeah?” You replied “um…. I really like you, like I like you a lot. More then just friends, you’re so kind to me and I don’t know why, you’re so sweet and beautiful” Jonathan buried his head into your side as he confessed his feelings for you, you stared at him in disbelief “really?” Was the only thing you could mutter out “yeah… it’s ok if you don’t feel the same”before he could finish you cut him off “no! I feel the same, I was just shocked that you liked me back after all these years…” Jonathan looked up, his pretty eyes were sparking “I really do like you Jonathan, I never thought you’d like me back” you stroked his hair and looked the offer way before you felt him move up closer to kiss your cheek “you don’t know how much that means to me” he hugged you tighter and nuzzled his head into your neck and fell asleep

[cyber-streak-2]

Platonic involving TFP Ratchet, TFP Optimus, and TFP Ultra Magnus. Sorry brain fog bad today.

(Platonic) Comfort Headcanons with (TFP) Ratchet, (TFP) Optimus Prime, & (TFP) Ultra Magnus with Human Reader:

Ratchet

{Whenever he first notices that something seems a little wrong- that you don’t seem like yourself- he’s immediately checking on you. Although it’s usually up to you if you ever wanna tell him or not.}

{He’ll let you stay with him, occasionally placing you on his shoulder, just letting you watch him work on whatever as the two of you start chatting about whatever you want.}

{If whatever’s the matter is affecting you a lot, then Ratchet will try to make sure that you get enough rest, at least.}

{And vise versa, you try your best to comfort/help him if anything’s wrong. He does enjoy/like your presence- especially during moments like this.}

Optimus

{He’ll immediately notice that something seems wrong- that you seem rather sad/upset, but he doesn’t want to bother you much, and figures that you’ll tell him when you feel like it.}

{“What is wrong, my friend?” He’ll ask you eventually, kneeling down to get closer to you- and then he’ll pick you up if you let him, being very careful.}

{Whenever he does learn what’s wrong, he’ll offer you words of comfort+an offer for a drive to potentially clear your mind/help you out a little more.}

{Out of the three, he’s probably the best at helping/comforting you.}

{You’re always easily able to tell when he’s upset, too. So, it’s up to you what you wanna do, like perhaps offering him a drive, too, and just listening.}

Ultra Magnus

{He’ll notice... eventually. But, he won’t really know what to do. This is something that he’s very much not good at. He also doesn’t know much about humans.}

{He’ll either offer to just listen, offer to take you somewhere more private in the base if that might help, or, like Optimus, a drive- or a mix.}

{Ultra Magnus tries his best.}

{It’s a little hard to tell when somethings wrong with Ultra Magnus, but when you do notice, it may (or may not be) easy to help him out.}

[666writingcafe]

Leviathan

General Content Warning: nsfw of the smut variety, kinda out of character Levi

Specific Content Tags: cursing, slight dirty talk, making out, demon tail sex

Author's Note: the actual smut occurs under the line of three ۞

When buying a collectible item, you want to buy at least two: one to display, and one for personal use.

The bottle of Gold Hellfire Newt Syrup that Mammon stole was to be my display, since it was in pristine condition, whereas the other one has a slight scratch on it.

Needless to say, I'm pissed. And incredibly horny, but mostly pissed. I'm not used to feeling this way, and it's a bit frightening. Don't get me wrong, I get urges from time to time, but it's usually from watching or reading something erotic. Until now, I've not wanted to pound into something--or someone--in order to relieve tension.

A knock on the door startles me from my search for something to watch.

"Password," I reply out of instinct.

"Seriously, Levi?!" Shit. It's MC. "How am I supposed to know what your current password is?"

"You're right." With that, MC opens the door and steps inside. Seeing them away from everyone makes me feel like I'm going to melt at any moment.

"Stop right there!" I instruct once the door's closed again. "Don't move! Not another step closer!" The mix of arousal and anger intensifies inside me upon seeing the marks my brothers left on their skin.

"Do you want to be feeling this way for the next two hundred years? I'll probably be dead by then, and you'll be out of luck." As much as I hate to admit it, they got me there. It's not like I'll allow Solomon to make a pact with me any time soon.

"Look, I don't want to lose control of myself and make an unwarranted move on you!" No response from MC as my brain begins spiraling. "What if I start acting like Asmo, all lewd and taken over by lust? I don't want to hurt you, MC. You're one of the only friends I have!"

"And as your friend, it is my duty to help you whenever you're in trouble." They're quoting Henry. They're quoting Henry.

"What are you going to have me do?" The words come out in a whisper. I know that the quickest way to get over this is to have MC give me an order, but that could mean anything. A wicked smile develops on MC's lips.

"My request is simple: tell me what you want to do to me, and then do it."

۞۞۞

The wave of emotions that overcome me after hearing the order initially prevent me from moving. There are so many things that I've imagined that I've kept from MC until now, and I don't want to reveal something that would have them leave me in disgust.

The anticipating look in MC's eyes forces me to settle on an idea, one that I've had for a while.

"The door isn't stable enough." I don't realize the thought's slipped out of my mouth until MC steps away from it, amused.

"Where would you like for me to be?" I glance over at the only bare wall in my room, the one that faces my computer desks. Taking the hint, MC walks over to that side of the room. They then turn to face me, waiting for my next move.

"I'd like to pin you up against the wall," I state softly. The second half of MC's order makes me walk quickly towards them. MC's back and my hand hit the wall at the same time.

"I didn't realize you were quite so tall," MC observes, looking up at me.

"That's because I tend to slouch." I allow myself a moment for my heartbeat to slow down a bit. Yes, there was that one time where we made out, but that happened in the heat of an argument. This, on the other hand, is quite deliberate, and it's making me nervous.

"When you're ready, would you like to kiss me?" Okay, now MC's not playing fair.

"Yes." I lean my head down and do just that. The simple kiss quickly progresses to something more intense, and soon we're wrapped around each other, passionately making out.

It's not until I feel MC grab my horns that I notice that I've shifted forms. However, this works to my advantage.

I stop kissing MC and take a step back, allowing them a moment to catch their breath.

"Take your clothes off." There's a part of me that's surprised that I stated that as a command, but at this point I'm too needy to really care how I sound. Once MC's completely bare, I explain,

"I've had this recurring dream that I make you cum with my tail." MC's eyes appear to light up in response to my statement. I didn't realize they would be into that sort of thing.

"Of course, I don't shove it in all at once."

"That would be painful," MC replies.

"Exactly. First, I allow my tail to trail along your body so that you can get used to how it feels." MC shivers as my tail moves and hits sensitive spots.

"Then, I have the tip tease you for a bit before it enters inside you." Their breaths become shallower, and they lean their head back as they close their eyes.

"Have you done this before, Levi?" MC asks.

"I tried to once."

"What happened?"

"As soon as I suggested it, they slapped me across the face and ran away."

"What a bitch."

"I realize that now."

"You should have realized it then. They didn't deserve to have you make them feel this good." MC gasps when my tail enters them. I give it a few inches before sliding out again, and soon my rhythm is set.

"I've been missing you ever since you left," I tell MC. "Every single day."

"Even though...I'm a normie?" Their voice is a little shaky, but I suppose that's to be expected.

"You're not, though. You're my Henry."

[mercymaker]

MUSE MOODBOARD MEME ▸👪 oc's family dynamic (maleane & lathorien & a'sherra) for @margaritalaux-antille

[goldengrecha]

A long awaited sequel!

So lately I have been playing pokemon.

[hinamie]

10 years later

[magentasnail]

I'm absolutely obsessed with the book of bill, best thing i've ever read and it no joke gave me actual nightmares !! 100/10

[artisfaction]

[isjasz]

🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌖

(happy eclipse day yesterday🎆🎆🎆)

[q1ngqve]

ᝰ VIP ROOM !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 the penacony grand theater cordially invites you to V.I.P. room 2 this friday evening for a musical!

CW; fem! reader x penacony men (separated), vaginal penetration, fingering, slight degradation & voyeurism, vibrator, bondage, ‘daddy’ (only for gallagher)

𐙚 AVENTURINE

your gasps ring in his ears as he slides one of your leg onto his lap, spreading you apart effortlessly. his grip on your thigh is tight and steady, clearly having no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

snuggled next to him on the sofa, you feel his arm draped around you, holding both your wrists together, and smirking when you squirm to reach for your dress.

your eyes dart to his face, observing his furrowed brows and the angry smirk as he stares back into your eyes, clear jealousy written in those colourful irises. he leans in close, lips just inches apart from yours, and you feel his breathing turn erratic as his eyes darken, "you love teasing me, don't you?"

"I was just saying hi to an old friend..."

"did you not see the way he looked at you?"

your head shakes cautiously, nails digging softly into your own skin, "m' sorry." aventurine pecks you on your lips, the glossy lipstick staining his own in the process.

another whimper sounds as his gloved fingers slide under your thighs, the soft pads of his black gloves resting snugly against your clothed, pulsing nub. his smirk reappears when the wetness soaks through your panties and onto his gloves, soft squelching sounds reverberate in the VIP room.

your head falls against his shoulder, wrists still bound by his hand, legs spread and trembling on his lap. your boyfriend teases at your earlobes, nipping at the tender skin, sending shivers down your spine with each bite.

his deft fingers slides under your panties, and you hear him chuckle into your ear at how drenched you are for him, making it so easy for his two fingers to slip right into your warm hole.

"who do you belong to, hmm?"

he releases your wrists, the now free hand reaching up to your throat, pulling you closer to his face again.

"—you."

"good girl."

the air gets knocked out of your chest as he pushes you onto the sofa, his fingers still pumping and curling in your pussy harshly, his pace only increasing with each cry of his name you let out.

an embarrassing squelch sounds as he removes them, and you whine at the empty feeling inside you, the ring of muscle clenching at nothing as your hands reach for his nape.

"please— need you so bad..." a satisfied hum leaves him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, pushing his fingers in again without warning at the same time. your legs tense, and your toes curl, a loud moan escaping you, only to get muffled by him stuffing your dress into your mouth.

"all of this," his lips latch onto your neck as they suckle on the sensitive spots, "is for me," littering them with beautiful hickeys that he'll admire later on, "and me only." the musical on stage turning into background noise.

𐙚 BOOTHILL

boothill grunts into your dripping pussy as your fingers pull on the roots of his hair, tugging both away and towards your core, uncertain if you want more or to escape this torment.

"stay still, sweetheart."

a soft "can't—" escapes you, making him cock an eyebrow, his mouth never stopping, licking and sucking at your puffy clit. the silent command from his eyes has you tensing your thighs as his grip tightens, and you're sure his metal fingers will leave marks there tomorrow.

moans of his name fill the room as he frees on hand to slide under your dress and up to your chest, the cool metal wrapping around your boob comfortably. your body shrinks as he plays with the soft bundle of nerves, thumb and pointer finger pinching at your nipple occasionally, making your pussy clench.

his eyes roll to the back of his head the moment his tongue dips into your warm core, your juices and gummy walls sending his engine into overdrive. you swear if he were in a cartoon, there'd be smoke coming out of his back right now.

"pretty girl tastes so (fucking) good." hums when your legs clench around his head, "all this, just for me."

your eyes water as you come undone on his tongue. the sound of fans whirring before you drags you back to reality as he stands, flipping you around so that you're kneeling on the sofa with your hands on the backrest.

whines leave you as he flips your dress up and tears your panties easily. the familiar feeling of cool metal dick has you lying limp on the backrest, your hips involuntarily grinding back against him.

"eager, aren't we?"

muffled whimpers sound from you as you bury your face into the cushions, knowing that you'll be making extremely embarrassing sounds the moment he enters you.

a loud groan escapes boothill as he slides into you, the cool, hard metal of his dick a clear contrast to your soft, warm, and inviting walls, wrapping around him like a vice.

his hand slips around your mouth to cover up your obscene sounds as he pounds into you, unable to contain his hunger any longer. you're now locked in a position that allows him to manhandle and control you easily, body fully limp and putty in his arms, just the way he likes.

𐙚 DR. RATIO

a small smile adorns your lips as you stare straight ahead, looking out at the balcony and onto the stage where the musical is happening, clearly avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who's burning holes through your head.

your hand inches up his thigh, nails scraping slightly with each movement, your own legs clench whenever you feel his muscles tense beneath the pads of your fingers.

an audible sigh could be heard from him when you palm him through his pants, a clear bulge forming under your hand, making your smile bigger. "someone's excited."

"shut up."

you giggle softly as your fingers wrap around the bulge, while your pointer finger draws slow circles on his clothed tip, a dark spot forming slowly on his pants from his arousal.

you yelp suddenly when you feel yourself stand and be placed into a forceful position. your elbows scrape on the table beneath you as you trying your best to stand steady on your legs all the while looking over your shoulder, a teasing smile on your face.

"what? can't take it already?"

ratio's eyes narrow at your comment before pushing down on the small of your back, making your body press harder onto the cold table surface.

something changes in the air when he huffs a laugh, his hands now gripping at your hips, holding you in place as he starts dry humping against you. he leans down, caging you beneath him as he slides one knee between your legs, and you know, you're in danger.

you squirm in his hold, hips inching forward, digging into the edge of the table, trying your best to run away, your fight or flight kicking in, knowing he isn't going to go easy on you for teasing him.

he pulls you back harshly, so hard you stumble back into his chest. "where do you think you're going?" this wipes the smirk off your face.

you shudder when he kisses down your nape to your shoulder blades, and all you could do was hold your breath, praying that he's not going to be too rough on you as punishment.

you could feel the smugness from the man behind you as he pulls himself out and slides into your panties, coating himself with your wetness, the tip sliding against your clit with each thrust.

now you're the one biting back moans, hands reaching backward to claw at his wrists, an indication that you want him to fuck you. ratio chuckles at your feeble attempt to command him, and he leans down again, this time nearer to your ear, never stopping his movements, sliding against your folds harshly.

"this is for fucking with me when you know you can't handle my teasing."

𐙚 GALLAGHER

as the curtains shut behind the two of you, you trip down the steps, pulling gallagher by his tie. your heels coming off with each step towards the display shelf at the side of the VIP room.

your grip on him strong, like a leash, leading the man before you to collide against your soft body as you lean on the shelf. one strap of your dress slips down your shoulder, a testament to your impatience to feel him against you.

gallagher's hands land on either side of your head, trapping you between the shelf and his body. the sheer size of this man completely envelops you, providing cover if anyone were to look for you behind him.

a giggle escapes you as he kisses your jaw and down to your collarbone. "couldn't wait till we got home?"

your head shakes as you bit your lower lip softly, head tilting upwards, silently inviting him to kiss you. he ignores your request, choosing instead to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead as he runs his hands along the curves of your body, eventually resting on your waist and hip.

you whine when he doesn't kiss you where you want him too, "just wanna feel you, daddy. please?" his smug smile widens at your plea before he pulls your lower body against his own, his bulge resting comfortably on your lower stomach.

"keep it down, okay? they're still out there."

you nod, and a soft " good girl" from him weakens your knees as you relax against his hold, allowing his hands to bunch your dress upwards, freeing himself from his restraints.

your gasps are swallowed by his hot mouth against yours, his thrusts slow and deliberate. your toes dig into the carpeted floor beneath you at the stretch. everything feels heightened knowing that the attendants outside the room could intrude any second and see this filthy scene adds to the pleasure.

gallagher pulls back, panting softly as he angles himself to your g-spot, only to kiss you harshly again, muffling your moans with his tongue. the mind-numbing sensations has you cumming around him almost instantly. you fall limp against him, but he doesn't give you a chance to rest, before propping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding into you roughly, chasing his own high this time.

"filthy little girl, moaning my name like that. you want them to catch us, don't you?"

𐙚 SUNDAY

a clear look of fear appears in your eyes as your back hits the wall next to the balcony, knowing you have nowhere else to run from the man standing before you.

sunday smiles as he approaches you, his hands reaching for the rope that controls the curtains' movements. "what're you planning to do with that?" the shakiness in your voice betrays you as you try to feign confidence, tilting your chin up slightly as your last resort to prove that you're not scared.

with a flourish, sunday twirls the golden rope in his gloved hands before yanking on it sharply, swiftly closing the balcony curtain. the dimly lit room takes on a more intimate aura as he reaches for your wrists, brushing his lips against them softly like a gentleman, although his eyes betray a predatory gleam that sends your knees weak.

"tug on it, and the whole grand theater will see you."

confusion flickers across your face at his warning, until you feel the bind of your wrists by the very rope he held.

drawing you closer by your waist, sunday twirls you around to face the deep red curtains as he slips his hand under your dress, inserting something cool into your heated core. a soft buzz sounds between your legs, causing you to instinctively lurch forward.

"sunday—!"

he silences your protest with a soft shush, his hands teasing your chest and clit while his hot mouth leaves hickeys on your neck. your arms remained raised slightly, fighting the urge to tug on the rope, knowing the consequences if the curtains do part.

soft cries leave your trembling lips as he increases the speed with a click of the remote in his pocket. leaning back against him, your body surrender fully, giving him full access to your body.

[bananafire11]

He has arriiiived. I think i got almost everyones suggestions.... oh and wretched is there too

[bluegiragi]

human.

early access + nsfw on patreon

more backstory that i wrote up for patreon heh:

Simon and Tommy had a complicated relationship as brothers. 

At a young age, Simon basically wrote himself off as a lost cause, and did the best he could to make sure at least Tommy had a chance to be a functioning human being. After all, Tommy was the gentler brother, the dreamer, the one who looked like their mother (who'd walked out on them years ago to escape their father). But Tommy got bitter, got sick of the one always being protected, being babied. He lost respect for Simon, for the way he wouldn't fight back, and in a twisted way, grew closer to his father as a way to learn how to be powerful, strong. It backfired, and Tommy got wrapped up in some bad business.

Simon's kid brother died while he was deployed. He got the news in the letter, and it broke him in a big way. In the story timeline, it was years and years ago but it still hurts like hell whenever Simon thinks about him. 

[cthulhuschild]

Shark!Zoro and Snake!Sanji

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Archery Nemesis.

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[starjunkyard]

Hilson should have had ONE. (1) honest to god fistfight. Not talking about no pansy ass scuffle either i need a FIGHT. Im talking bloodied noses nd bruised cheeks. I need them to exchange words that will alter the course of their relationship forever. MOST OF ALL. They need to make out nastystyle afterwards