#k!leo au

[sad-leon]

crawling out of the shadows with this as an offering

[darth-sonny]

never forget

[d4rk-x-w0lf-17]

decided to redo this but this time with my kin characters

[sunydays]

Oi, I am really trying to beat this art block, but it’s WINNING and idk what to do. Anyway, enjoy this not very good drawing of my babies

Master Post

[corvyskreacher]

Hello Hello~

For a good moot of the Kreacher, absolutely obsessed with Addams au. Leo is so..oof/aff

@lackablazeical

[skelebab]

Y'all I am so sorry this took so long-

Spray paint and stickers

First meeting

(set right at the end of bug busters)

Part 1 - Part 2 :)

foajfjsofnskfj I had soooooo many issues with this cuz I made it in like 17,000 sittings and had to take a lil break to cry every time I made a mistake (/hj)

But I finally got it done and now I can work on the bits I was excited to work on!

Tbh only God knows the order I drew this in lol

Also! I'll be using blank pages now!! So no more lines :D

[flowersfortheghost]

Ghostflower week day 5: fusions

(K-12 AU)

tags: @ghostflowerweek2023

summary: While Gwen and her friends make a plan to escape their school, Gwen finds a love letter in her locker. It has no name, but she does find it a lovely surprise. Little does she know it's not written by who she thinks it is.

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Miles finally had enough courage to tell his feelings for another student he likes. Her name is Gwen and she stood out to him. Not just because she had dyed her uniform to a lavender purple color and had embroidered flowers on her sleeves, but because she was different, just like him.

Miles knew some of the students at this school had some kind of powers, which they were able to do anything they wanted. Gwen and her friends used this to their advantage a lot, and Miles used it too.

With this, he was able to write a beautiful letter to Gwen. He couldn’t exactly find the courage to actually say it, so a letter it is. He slipped it into her locker and hid behind a wall when we heard Gwen approaching the lockers with her friends.

“Okay guys, I think I have a pretty good plan to get us out of this shithole.” Margo started. Right, they were gonna make an attempt to escape the school on the night of the dance. If they wouldn’t escape, they would die, and all of the other seniors. “Gayatri, I need you to keep everyone in the gym. Keep them in one place and try to keep them quiet–”

Gwen found a letter in her locker, which she started reading. 

“I caught a sparkle of light in your eyes that day. I bathed in it, was transported to Heaven's gates by it, but I fall at my feet. My words shall only be composed, I can't speak. My inner voice calling my outer self weak. Admiring from afar secretly.”

Gwen folded the letter back up, she couldn’t help but smile and blush a bit when she read it. She didn't expect to receive a letter, especially not a love letter. There was no name on it, which disappointed her a bit.

“Gwen? Earth to Gwen. Are you in?”

Gwen snapped out of her thoughts. “Yeah, sorry..” She responded quietly, putting some books in her locker. “Your job is to manipulate Satan himself into letting you into his office so we can hijack that loudspeaker and get everyone out of here.”

Gwen nodded in response, not exactly paying as much attention as she would’ve. She kept thinking about that letter. Who would write something like that? Not that she was complaining, it was just out of nowhere.

Pavitr noticed the folded up piece of paper in Gwen’s hands. “What's that?" He asked. “I don't know. I think it's a love letter.”

“A love letter from who?”

“I don't know, it doesn't say.” Gwen couldn’t hide the happiness she felt. Someone loved her. She wanted to know who it was, but her main priority right now was escaping the school.

“Okay guys, back to the plan.” And with that, the conversation was changed. “We already got rid of the principle so that just leaves Leo.”

“We walk into his office, make a run for it and then-”

“Set this place on fire?”

“Exactly!” Margo said. “I don’t know about that guys..”

“I agree. Fire's too cliché.” Gwen said, joining in on the conversation. “I mean yeah, but at this point, what other options do we have?”

Meanwhile, Miles was still observing how Gwen was reacting to the letter. He was a bit disappointed that he couldn't know too much about her reaction to this letter, but he could tell it made her happy, which already made him feel more confident.

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It was K-12’s 150th school dance, and all the seniors were going, including Gwen. That wasn't part of the plan, she was supposed to be in the principal's office. But she somehow got herself asked to the dance by Leo, who knew their entire plan.

Miles saw Gwen walk into the ballroom. She had white and light pink flowers in her hair and was wearing a long, light pink dress with lace accents around the sleeves and some more flowers on it. He felt like he was falling in love with her all over again. But he was a bit upset that she got asked to the dance by Leo, and accepted.

—

Miles was trying to find the right words to ask Gwen to the dance, but it was hard. “You got this. Super easy. Don’t stress. Uh, fuck. You wanna go to the dance? Do you wanna go to the dance with me?” He said to himself. Once he had the courage and wanted to go up to her, he bumped into Leo. “You alright?” Before Miles could even respond, Leo was already walking up to Gwen.

He watched their conversation, which would soon be something that would upset him.

“Hi.”

“You okay?”

“Mhm..” Gwen wasn’t really paying too much attention to him, she didn’t care. It just felt weird that Leo came up to her like that. “You sure?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I uh, was looking for you because I wanted to ask you. I would like you to go to the dance with me.”

Well Gwen wasn’t expecting that. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?” Gwen was confused. Why would he ask her out? Plus, she had a plan to stick to. “I don’t know if you got my note but..”

Then Gwen drifted off into thoughts. “Wait, he wrote the letter? With that poetic touch, I just assumed it must have been written by a girl. Damn, well you know what they say; keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” She thought to herself.

“I’d love to go with you.”

“Good.”

“Cool.”

“Okay, great.”

—

Miles then saw Gwen was arguing with her friends. They must’ve found out about the fact that she got asked out by Leo and accepted it. “Forget it!” Gwen said, walking out of the room.

Miles tried to go after her, but she was already gone. He shot a look at her friends, pure confusion in his look.

Gwen went to the girls bathroom and looked in the mirror. “You fucked up the whole plan. And all for some asshole who doesn’t even love you.”

Then, a ghost of a senior who died here appeared behind her. “Hey, don’t beat yourself up over it.” Gwen didn’t know she needed it. She was a bit shocked by it, but it wasn't the weirdest thing she has seen here. But now she had one more thing to do, save all the students and destroy the school.

—

They had all just done it. They managed to save the students and make it out of the school alive. Gwen and Miles were both lying down on the grass and slowly getting up. They had just jumped off the school balcony, seeing as it was their only way to escape.

“What the fuck just happened?” Miles asked, still processing everything. Gwen and Miles were now both sitting up. Miles was convinced he was going to die tonight, but if it wasn’t for Gwen assuring him it would be fine, he wouldn't have believed he had made it out of that school.

Gwen decided to make a move, now that she had the chance. She knew Miles was the one behind the love letter, and not Leo, who someone managed to manipulate her. So without hesitation, she kissed Miles, and he kissed her back.

Who would’ve known it took them needing to escape a horrible school and having a chance of them dying to have their first kiss?

[lactoseintolerentswag]

The Hamatos have finally entered the game. After years of being missing from the board, hiding in the shadows and sewers, it's fun to watch them fumble and play with his pieces. But will they actually pose a decent threat to his plans? After years of moving everyone into place, they better not.

--

Our guy's day off from work. AKA: seeds are planted.

[grabby-smitten]

Concrete Jungle: King of the beasts

Summary: Buying a hybrid was not what you had in mind when you asked for independence. Sylus didn’t like humans but his owner was the exception.

Subjects: Albino lion Hybrid!Sylus x F!Reader

Word count: 4.1k+

Content Warnings: Hybrid AU, smut, owner reader, kissing, cunnilingus, P in V, breeding, cnc if u squint really hard, biting, textured tongue. Use of words like predator/prey, cunt, pussy, kitten. Not edited and no beta.

A.N: I learned that big cats can’t purr and I was so disappointed. Oh, well….ah! I might do one for each li. k bye 💋

“Are you sure, I need one?” You’ve asked your parents that question for the umpteenth time.

“Yes, a hybrid is a good caretaker and it would make us feel better knowing one is protecting you.” Your father answered with a tired smile, understanding your uneasiness but they weren’t going to change their mind.

Moving out and finally becoming independent was just one step away from happening. Your parents were against it at first. Coming from money means someone will always be after your trail, danger and they had overprotected you, their only daughter since… well, even before you were born. They weren’t able to have natural children so you were conceived through artificial methods. Which, according to your parents, was a whole ordeal and suffering. Details that you rather not know.

It was time, though, to deep your toes into a world of your own. You wanted freedom for once. No dozens of bodyguards, no tracking devices and no fear of the unknown.

The part of convincing your parents was hard. No, after no, after no. Until, the head of security, taking pity on you, suggested buying a hybrid for you. Not just any hybrid; one specially made to protect and serve.

Now it was your turn to profoundly refuse. Everyone had one and those who didn’t, desired one… like some kind of accessory. It sickened you and besides, you didn’t want another responsibility. You wanted your own life! Not taking care of some… dog? Cat? Fish?

In the end, you had no other choice but to agree and here you were, in some facility. Breeding facility? Training? You didn’t care enough to pay attention, honestly.

Walking behind your parents in an all-white hall, smelling like antiseptic and gagging at the chemical sensation in your throat, you started to notice how the white walls began to turn into cages. Placards hung in the walls near the tinted glass and steel bars of the cages with descriptions of the… hybrids?

Looking up from the labels, you finally realized you no longer were alone. Each cell was occupied by humanoid-shaped shadows. The tint of the reinforced glass obstructed your vision but it was clear they were there.

So lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize a couple of strangers had joined your family. Paying a bit more attention to their chatter, you concluded they were doctors or scientists from this facility. They were explaining something about their products and that it was the best the market could offer. You frowned at their words. It was like you were buying a car… they even explained the insurance policy.

“And this specimen, right here, is our finest hybrid!” One of the men talking to your parents loudly explained.

You stepped closer to the placard and read the few words it contained. ‘Albino Lion Hybrid (Panthera leo Hybrid, large cat family Felidae). Apex predator (no natural enemy known). Renowned king of the beasts. More active at night. Preferable habitats: grassland, dense scrub, savanna, and open woodland. Nomadic male.’

Your eyes widened once your brain processed the information. This was no guard dog or house cat. Before you could utter a complaint about how obnoxious this all was, the tinted glass cleared and you were looking straight into a pair of scarlet eyes.

Sylus almost laughed at the face of the female standing outside his cell. The little mouse seemed in shock to see him there. What was she expecting? Where else would he be? If not caged and on display here— absurd, he thought. All humans that came here, came for one thing and one thing only; to purchase a wild species, a unique breed to flaunt to their peers. Sylus continuously thought about how weird these humans behaved in society. Their hierarchy dynamics were messed up and he despised that.

You felt his eyes mocking you, such deep red and the only thing you could feel was irritation. Frowning, you turned your head and left him. See how he likes grouching on his own.

Once you were a few steps away, the scientists or doctors stared at the red-eyed big cat hybrid with wonder and… respect? This place was bonkers, you thought to yourself.

“So this is the one?” Your mother asked and marveled at the sight of the lion hybrid. White-silver hair, large, powerful presence, and sharp features.

“Yes, ma’am. Our best subject. Well trained in all the aspects you requested and fairly knowledgeable which is hard to come by with these beats.”

Hearing all that gave you stomach reflux, the acidity burning your esophagus. Your dam was about to break and all your pent-up feelings would end up costing you your freedom if it wasn’t for the red-eyed hybrid. He knocked on the glass and you jumped, startled. You were surprised, he even beckoned you with a finger and again, surprised now with yourself, you automatically obeyed.

It was like a trance. A hypnotic daze of sorts. Both met face to face once again, only separated by the reinforced glass. For a moment you were distracted, the outburst you were about to have laid dormant in the back of your head.

What is this…? Sylus couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity. That’s why he was so close to the glass earlier too. He couldn’t see the other side a while ago but something was pulling him there. The whole day he felt restless and on guard as if something resonated within him.

Could this be—

“Ah! Marvelous! Look! They are already interested in each other! Sylus is not showing any signs of hostility or repulsion…” a different scientist exclaimed with eagerness, interrupting whatever connection you had with Sylus at that moment.

Not many words were needed to convince your parents after that show you and Sylus put up. Papers were signed, money transferred and a very confused Sylus was sedated and prepared for shipment.

The big city. Polluted air, noisy streets twenty-four hours a day, and hybrids everywhere. Most people carried one; a human with some animal characteristics, and now you were one of them too. Sylus was scheduled to arrive in a few minutes. All the things you would need to care for him were already in your apartment and even his paperwork. Name, birth, permits and you; listed as his owner.

The melodic tune of your ring bell announced the dreaded moment. You knew Sylus would be escorted here and that most of the traveling time he would have been sedated, but still the long distance between your new home and the facility he was kept in was almost six hours away. You feared a big grumpy cat.

Oh boy… grumpy was an understatement. He didn’t look happy. The moment he stepped foot in and all the straps holding him were taken off, he waited for the delivery people to disappear and he pounced. Surprisingly not on you. He went through all your stuff. According to the guide you received he was scenting. He went through your whole house; rubbing, scratching and overall making a mess.

“Stop! Hey, hmm… Sylus? You don’t have to scent my clothes.” You tried talking to him but he was not interested in your opinion, apparently. He just glanced at you and kept doing whatever he was doing before, like you were the one, not understanding. You had to snatch your underwear from his closed fist in a panic.

He went nonverbal for a week. A week! You were going insane. Yes, he obeyed. Yes, he was extremely independent and didn’t cause any more commotion besides the panty situation on the first day. But God… he was extremely quiet. It wasn’t until you commanded him to that you realized you should have read the manual until the last page; not only the summary.

“Sylus! Say something!” You demanded; going insane was not in your plans for the foreseeable future. They never told you he was mute or anything of that nature.

“Is there anything you need from me, my lady?” His deep and slow voice had your heart leaping out from your chest.

You just stood there, gaping and looking at him like you couldn’t believe he was able to make a sound. Yeah, not even his steps produced sounds. Sylus examined his human with a gleam of humor in his sapphire eyes. This face was a common one for her and he found it… almost endearing. It reminded him of the first time you two met.

“You can talk…” you whispered low and saw how his fluffy round, and white ears twitched. “You can talk!” Again, you exclaimed, pointing a finger at him in disbelief. “Why haven’t you said anything before?!”

“I wasn’t allowed to,” he calmly explained. That mischievous twinkle in his eyes never left, “my owner never requested me to do so until now.”

And that’s how you spend almost three days reading the darn manuals with a now very talkative feline.

You found that Sylus was more than just a pet. He could cook, clean and even force you to exercise which ended up backfiring. You couldn’t keep up with his supposedly healthy routine. A healthy lifestyle means a happy owner, and you would curse under your breath every time he repeated it.

In general, you were happy, he seemed happy and living with him was easier than you thought. Quickly, you two began to build a bond and it was a matter of time before he began to realize why it had been so easy to adapt to this human. His human which is how he referred to you.

Following the manual, you always made sure to have everything Sylus would need. Even his heats. At first, you tried to get him a heat partner and it was a mess. More like you were a mess. Even Sylus was surprised at how you ended up kicking out the poor rental gazelle hybrid in less than five minutes. You didn’t understand what took over you to be so… overprotective.

Oh, but Sylus was not complaining. Watching you almost declare war in his name gave him a deep satisfaction. So much so that he accepted to take suppressants for the time being.

After that incident, things began to change drastically. Sylus in return became a bit more aggressive towards any living creature that was in less than a mile radius of you. Growling, pushing, and even wrapping you with his tail and pulling you towards his body anytime he felt you were in danger. Yeah, you were in so much danger from the tube man… that air dancing balloon from the car wash a couple of blocks away.

“It can be that bad…” you took hold of his arm around your waist in a reassuring manner.

He’s been walking with you in his hold since you crossed paths with the inflatable dancing man.

“It has erratic movements. You never know what he might do next.”

Yeah, it was a recurring situation.

Yeah, he was prepared for everything and anything. Well, except one morning when his nose woke him up.

A sweet intoxicating scent traveled through his nostrils and shook him awake. He felt his mouth water, his canines aching, and his eyes turning into thin lines. The predator in him had been disturbed and its awakening meant trouble.

In all his years in captivity, he had never felt such hunger. Something was clawing in his chest, desperate to come out, each intake of air was pulling his sanity deeper and deeper while the monster surfaced.

Like any good hunter, he let his nose guide him through the house. Following such an intoxicating aroma took him to your door. There he stood—elaborated breathing, sharp fingers encrusted on his palms searching for restrain. You were inside; sleeping soundly in the early hours of the morning. He could hear your soft breathing mixing with his wildly beating heart. Knowing you weren’t aware of the predator outside your door sent a jolt of excitement through his body. Easy prey.

Was it you? Were you the one producing such… inebriant aroma? Why?

He took the handle with a death grip, his rational side fighting against instinct. He felt the urge to hunt, pursue, chase… this… this aroma and make it his own. With an internal battle raging inside him, Sylus felt the door weighed heavy on his palm, the handle burned, but he still stepped in.

His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, it made no difference to him that you slept in complete darkness; his ruby-red eyes could see just fine. Then, his gaze focused on your sleeping form, little movement from your steady breathing and you had no idea that a hungry predator stood at the foot of your bed.

But Sylus didn’t move, didn’t pounce on you like he wanted. Torn between instinct and duty, he was frozen in place, sweating and overwhelmed with indecision. Your scent was clouding his every sense, making it even more difficult to do the right thing. It was like time had stopped and the only thing on his mind was the palpitations in his groin for even letting his skin touch the hair surrounding you.

What was the right thing? He asked himself. Neck—cracking as his body suddenly shuddered in pain, Sylus was holding himself back by a fine thread.

He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. You were not like his kind who would accept mating just because of a sudden heat. You were human and he had that fact ingrained into his mind. With a whimper of pain and trepidation, Sylus walked over to the side of your bed; every step was excruciating for the hybrid. Once he reached the edge, he did like every other night shared with you. Sylus, silently whining, laid beside you and wrapped his arms tightly, but this time he kept a generous distance between his hips and your back.

He was not a mindless beast. Not to you.

“Sylus… I can’t breathe…” you don’t know when, you don’t know how, but Sylus always ended up sleeping on top of you like a weighted blanket. “Sylus!”

“You don’t wanna know what I did to the last person who woke me up.” Each word came with a little slur at the end, he was barely waking up. No a second goes by and you felt his spiked tongue grooming the nape of your neck and soft growls shaking your whole body.

“Someone’s happy today, hmmm?” You asked in a short breath, reaching for his round and fluffy ear. As you scratched, you heard the deep grumbles of satisfaction increasing.

“Smells good…”

You felt him sniffing all over your chest, deeply inhaling, moving his head downwards. Sylus pulled your covers in a hasty manner and kept descending. Your eyes widened as you realized where he was going and your feet quickly stopped him; placing them on his shoulder and chest.

“Sy-Sylus! S-stop!” Your hands joined your legs and feet, placing your palms on his mouth and the rest of his face. “What do you—“

You stopped mid question as you felt a bit of moisture in between your legs. In a panic, your mind counted the weeks since you moved in and you have forgotten to make an appointment for your birth control replacement… which meant you must be ovulating. How could you forget? It’s been weeks! With everything happening after moving, getting Sylus and adapting to the new city. You had completely forgotten…

A muffled sound came from behind your palm and then a rough tongue pushed against your skin. You slowly retracted your arm, looking at him with apologetic eyes. It was your fault, after all.

“I was saying that you seem to be in need of assistance,” he uttered, arching an eyebrow at your saddened face.

His heavy body was pressing against the sole of your feet, your legs kept him at bay and it surprised you how… physically insistent he was being.

“What do you mean?” You quickly replied, feigning ignorance and he seemed to know your every trick because his first reaction was to give you one of those salacious smiles of his.

“You can’t exactly lie to my nose, kitten.” He almost growled every word, sending shivers through your body. “You’re fertile.”

Before you could even utter a word to contradict his truth, his hands brushed the back of your raised legs for then his fingers gently tapped your skin. You let out a squeak of surprise and swiftly moved your legs, thus giving him an opportunity to nestle in between your thighs.

“If you’re making fun of me, it’s not funny,” you rebuked, but even as you said that the pressure and sudden ache in your lower regions began to increase with the proximity and weight of Sylus.

“I’m not.” He chuckled and it reverberated down your tummy, sending deep palpitations through your core, “you didn’t read the whole manual yet, now did you?” His finger gently tugged your chin, making you stare right into his crimson orbs.

“No…” you sheepishly mumbled, embarrassed of being found again and your lack of knowledge about some stuff still in the encyclopedia-like book you were given.

“Give me the order and I will deliver, Kitten.” He whispered, eyes calling for your surrender. Sylus was pushing the right buttons by being so close, touching you, and having you cornered right where he wanted you.

“You mean…” voicing your hesitation didn’t deter him from destroying your inhibitions, brick by brick. His eyes were hypnotizing, he would give you anything you wanted and you knew you would be safe, right?

He had you caged between his body and the bed, your mind going a mile per second and your heart racing just as fast. No, he wasn’t moving an inch more and you knew he wouldn’t unless you said so.

“Okay…” you sighed finally removing a burden from your shoulders, “h-help me.” You wanted him to alleviate your aching.

“As you wish, Kitten.”

Not soon had those words left his lips, he was on you. You felt the heaviness of the impact of his lips on you. He had seemed calm while talking but his actions spoke differently. Sylus’ kiss was demanding, fiery even. His tongue took no time to slip in between your abused lips, delivering tentative licks to yours; as if tasting and enjoying you.

He kept his low throaty snarls flowing over your body, crushing you against the sheets. You could taste him too, wild, intense, so Sylus. Two bodies lay in the bed, limbs intertwined. Sylus hands traveled up your body, fingers gripping at anything he could find, your moans being greedily swallowed.

His tail kept a steady thumping behind him, lulling you deeper into his embrace. You would let him do anything, be anything if it meant this fire ignited in your chest would never cease to exist.

Sylus grasped the back of your head, fisting strands of your hair for him to pull back and expose your neck to his aching teeth. He felt euphoria ran through his veins as soon as his pearl whites connected with your tender skin. A growl and the stinging stab on your neck made you gasp, hands gripping his collar to bring him even closer as if that was possible.

In a hurry, his other hand began to tear away your pajamas as his teeth continued to gnaw almost painfully at your throat.

In a blink of an eye, you were lifted and bent. Your face harshly met the warmth of pillows. Gone were your clothes. In what moment exactly? You don’t recall and you didn’t really care at that moment.

“I knew it– fuck– the moment I saw you, I knew it.” Sylus rasped out, breath suddenly hitting your nude backside. “This was mine before you even knew it.”

He suddenly lifted your hips, exposing your dripping core to his crimson gaze. You whimpered as the cold hair hit you, hands gripping the bedsheets, and that’s all you could see. Your own fist and abundant white.

“Sy-Sylus!” You shrieked.

Your exposed pussy was invaded by his mouth, and a low vibrating sound joined. His bumpy tongue lapped eagerly, the texture making you mewl and tremble as you unconsciously tried to pull away. Now the chuffing sound changed to a growl of displeasure, his hands quickly moved to your lower tummy and pressed you back against his awaiting lips.

A mess, a wet and sloppy mess. That’s what Sylus was, still holding your body against his face. He couldn’t care less about anything other than your flavor and sounds overtaking his entire being. He slurped, nipped and spit back in just to repeat it all over again.

It took no time to have you trashing and shaking on his grip, cuming on his face, the chuffing sounds intensifying with your moaning.

Skin on skin, no clothes separating him from you, you didn’t register when he freed his body of them. Too lost to care, too much at once to have a sense of anything other than Sylus.

“You take me so well… My kitten—made for me…” he growled as he slipped every inch of him. Your warm walls protested at the intrusion as he mounted you.

Pinning you down, chest pressed against your back and your face shoved into your drool-stained pillows.

“If you keep struggling, kitten… I– fuck, fuck– you’re making it really hard to hold back” he groaned as his eyes zoomed in on your head trashing and shaking. The predator in him just looming around the corner, his female ready for the taking.

“It’s too big!” Your scream was muffled by the pillow. As your wailing reached his ears, his cock throbbed and released a few ropes of white.

“You’re being so good, kitten. Just a… bit longer…” Sylus sighed with pleasure as the creaminess made it easier to thrust into you. Incessantly, hitting that spongy spot, making you cry out as you felt more burning cum filling you up. Both breathless, both panting and an arrange of noises filled the room.

“I feel so full! Sylus! I can’t!” Tears streamed down your face at how bloated you felt, but he kept pushing and bursting inside you. One after the other; face down you had no other option but to take it.

“Not full enough— you need more…” hips slamming into you, the squelching sound of your insides consuming the silence— him bottoming out again and again. “My cunt… will only have my cubs…”

You’re not sure how long it was, you were in and out. Lost a daze, being shoved, pressed and pounded mercilessly… Sylus voice swirled through your mushy brain— satisfaction, and ecstasy running wild through both of your bodies.

Blinking once, twice. You felt heavy and your foggy vision wasn’t helping. You still felt the aftermath of it all. Legs sporadically spamming, lower tummy so heavy and sore.

“You… came so much…” you whispered in between breaths. His cum was dripping from your tender hole, rapidly pooling on the bed. “Why?”

He shrugged, as he caressed your cheek.

“A lion’s thing,” he mumbled softly, pulling you closer and gently holding you.

The rest of the day you were spent. Too exhausted to do anything else. Sylus bathed you, changed the bedding, brought you drinks and food, and gave you the darn manual to finish it for once.

“Sylus!” You slapped his naked chest with indignation. “Here,” you pointed to an article you highlighted, “it says that lion hybrids can copulate for two to three days? Two hundred times in succession? Are you insane?” That explains a lot.

“I am just waiting for you to rest, humans are more delicate than I thought. We’re not moving from this room.” He deadpanned.

Your expression fell as his eyes seemed to show how serious he was being.

“I read that lionesses bite the male’s ballsack when they are upset or something,” you grinned wickedly. “I will do that if you don’t behave!”

“I wouldn’t oppose, sweetie.” He goaded. Your smile slowly faded as your threat was not working as planned. “So… I see you are feeling more… energetic.”

You threw a pillow at him before he pounced on you.

Ah, yes… a gentle protector a trusted guardian, but a beast on the sheets.

[rednleafff]

Part 2 out of 2

Part 1

oh no- what have I done -

Part 1 out of 2

PART 2

This scene from the lion king never fails to sting my heart and make me tear up till the eventual tragedy, and yet this moment is so important and sweet - I knew I’ll eventually draw it with my favorite father daughter pair Leo and Yummi <3

[sad-leon]

hey what if i wrote a fic 👀

featuring a doodle i have of him:

[reagi-df]

New au: resident evil.

I have no self control

Don’t post when half asleep

The turtles are bio weapons created by scientists experimenting with different strains of the T-virus, which created the K-Virus. They were later found by Chris Redfield and taken back to BSAA HQ.

The turtles where top secret and where kept inside for the minority of their life’s. They were trained and the Mad Dogs unit was created.

Raph was infection while on a mission causing his own DNA to mutate uncontrollably, which resulted in Leo having to kill him.

Leo resented working with them and just tolerate having to deal with Redfield, mikey, despite all the hardship they’ve been there still manages to be the sunshine of the twins. Donnie also tolerate Chris but knows there are far worse place to be.

Leo and Donnie have a special link between each other, their usually deployed as a pair as their both highly effected in getting missions complete, however even if they are highly effective and work well together they also cause a lot more destruction in their wake.

I’ve been watching stuff todo with resident evil, so my knowledge is limited so far

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Made this a loonggg time ago, but Donnie accidentally turning all his bros to babies and then having to take care of them sounded cute

[rottmnt-residuum]

HM! that sure is a line-up

welp- as you can see we are about to be absolutely obliterated

THE BRACKET(s)

Okay, so since I'm aware not all of the creators want to be involved in this, I'm just going to simply state their users in the voting sessions so they won't get notified.

THERE ARE SOME BASIC GROUND RULES FOR THIS

Please, please please do not harass creators over this. It's just a funny poll challenge I created for the hahas.

DO NOT COMMIT VOTER FRAUD, I WILL FIND YOU.

If you need help seeing who is against who, just lmk!

With that being said...

PLAY BALL!

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ch. lxxiv - you WILL cry

ghost!yeosang × reader

genre : ghost!au

rating, warning : mature; crude jokes and filthy language, attempted murder (smothering), mentions of (y/n) being attacked, head trauma

wc : 1.7 k

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a connection once had, broken with the expectation that the ending is final. but life has an odd proclivity of making attachments from detachments. in the end, we don't know what we lost until we look at what we have

You stared at the person in front of you who looked like he was simply sleeping when in fact you know he was trying to get his consciousness back. It was odd that for such a long time you had been annoyed with him just popping in your screen out of the blue, even his voice made you roll your eyes. But now? You actually hoped he was just trying to find a moment to surprise you by jumping up from the bed or something.

Maybe you were torturing yourself by staying by Yeosang for so long without a break. The sight of him unconscious was one thing, but the fact that there were tubes put in made the visual worse for you. Especially since you kept thinking about the day you found Wooyoung in Yeosang's room, the reason why he had to have more machines to support his life.

Leo had rushed you to the hospital so that the doctors could check you up after the attack just in case.

"This is stupid, I don't need to be checked up! I need to find Wooyoung!" you huffed, trying to get up from the ER bed only to have a hand push your head back down. "Sorry, can't have Leo hyung whooping our asses for letting you run away to do reckless things after he whooped our asses for leaving you alone at the house," Mingi said, moving his hand away when you tried to bite it. "I'm serious, I have a bad feeling about Wooyoung being gone this time and it's not just because he broke the phone Yeosang is in. I knew I should've just plug him into Leo oppa's computer," you whined, still trying to get up but Yunho kept you in place. "(y/n), you need to stop blaming yourself and you're just being paranoid because you just got attacked. We have to wait for the doctor to come back with your test result so just sit still and be calm okay? You told us you'd be calmer if we took you for a check-up at the hospital Yeosang's at but here you are still acting cuckoo," he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. You glared at him in annoyance, "We can't wait okay, we really need to go!" "Go where?" Yunho asked, sounding like he was taunting you a bit. "To Yeosang, I have a feeling that Wooyoung is gonna do something to him and I need to make sure that nothing bad happens to him because it's bad enough that the technological vessel he's in is broken, we can't have his biological vessel " you answered, not bothering to point out his sarcasm and instead simply trying to get up and out of the bed to make your escape with both Mingi and Yunho watching you. "The phone is with Hongjoong hyung and Jongho, you've screamed at them loud enough to get their assess moving," Mingi chuckled, remembering the way you clawed and screamed at Hongjoong and Jongho who were tasked to try to repair the phone as it was a condition from you to go to the hospital. "Not to the repair shop, genius, I have a feeling and it's a bad one," you muttered more towards yourself because you were trying to figure out the weird things that were happening.

Seeing you so determined, Mingi and Yunho were of course more worried about your wellbeing. And theirs once Leo came back and realized that their resolve was faltering rather spectacularly. They looked at each other and it was as if they had a wordless conversation that resulted in them agreeing that it would be better if they accompanied you doing whatever plan you had. That way, they could prevent anything stupid from happening and you could shield their asses from being handed back on a silver platter by Leo.

"Fine we'll come with so you but you have to be very careful," Yunho stated, crouching down to help you put on your shoes while Mingi helped steady you. "What makes you think Wooyoung is gonna do something to Yeosang anyway?" Mingi asked and you answered him by staring at him with a blank look as if you were saying 'really? you're asking me that?' and thankfully Mingi just shook his head, "Nevermind."

That was how you found yourself sneaking out of the ER and into the private wing with your two large friends trailing behind you, making sure that you wouldn't get in trouble. That was also how the three of you came to find Wooyoung on top of Yeosang on his bed with his heart monitor turned off and a pillow pressed on the unconscious guy's face.

"Wooyoung!" Mingi called out, bursting through the doors and rushing into the room to get Wooyoung off of Yeosang only to be beaten by a vase of flower hitting Wooyoung on the side of his head, causing him to fall off the bed. Mingi turned around to see you huffing with your face red, pausing as you tried to comprehend what you just did. But the shock came down rather quickly because as soon as Wooyoung grunted and tried to get up, you rushed in and pushed him down to the ground again, this time sitting on his back to prevent him from going anywhere.

"You fucking psycho, what were you trying to do!?" You yelled at him, trying your best to keep Wooyoung on the ground but Wooyoung was writhing about trying to get out of your grasp. "Need to stop him! He's going to ruin my life!" Wooyoung screamed, still kicking around to either get him out of your grasp or you off of him.

You knew your twin was crazy but his words still managed to surprise you due to how fucked up it was. "He's unconscious and immobile you daft asshole!"

Luckily, Yunho came rushing in with security guards in tow. It took a bit of maneuvering and keen reflexes because Wooyoung tried to dash when you got off of him but of course, one scrawny asshole against two trained guards was a fool's game.

"...And that's why when you wake up, you owe me another thing to be thankful about," you chuckled after talking to the unconscious Yeosang.

Your words rang in your ears and your smile fell gradually, thinking about what you just told him. "You will... Wake up, right?" tears welled in your eyes and you shuddered thinking about the chances of Yeosang not waking up after so long.

His parents, who had been made aware of the truth (except for the part where their son was stuck in a device, of course), slowly opened themselves up to you being there. They were obviously still reluctant which was normal considering that there were over a decade's worth of grudges and animosity even if it was just from their side. But with Seonghwa, San, and Mingi vouching for you, they allowed you to spend time with Yeosang. Though Yeosang's friends vouches were credible and helpful, his parents also saw how determined you were to be there for Yeosang and unlike Wooyoung, they could absolutely see your genuinitty be it in action and emotion once they put aside their personal feelings and allowed objectivity to show them the truth.

"We have so much to catch up on and I refuse to let Wooyoung's antics separate us again," you then move to sit on Yeosang's bed and lean down to put your face close to his, "We have been through so much together so we owe each other the courtesy of being there for each other now. So I'm keeping my promise here but you have to promise me you'd try to come back so you can reciprocate," you whispered as you planted your lips gently on his forehead. Somehow the feeling of his cold skin made your skin crawl as your brain couldn't help but fear that he was truly gone. The thought made your eyes water and you couldn't do anything, you couldn't move away as you let tears drop from your eyes onto Yeosang's smooth skin. "Please come back, Yeosang. I need you to come back. This is so unfair and I won't stand for this," you sobbed in a hushed tone, "I swear, if you don't come back soon, I will... I will astral project to wherever you are and I will kick your ass."

Silently, you cried to yourself in that room, feeling defeated for the first time which was funny because thus far, you were keeping his friends positive by assuring them that he would come back. You had even joked that if Yeosang could survive his electrocution by surviving in a phone, he could get himself back. You kept reassuring them that Yeosang just need his friends, both old and new, to rally in his side and give him the support he so clearly deserve. But with days and even hours passing, you couldn't help but feel more discouraged.

It wasn't until you felt something creeping up your right hand did you pull away and looked down only to see Yeosang's fingers curling around yours.

"What?" you gasped, immediately pushing yourself off to see Yeosang slowly opening his eyes which seemed hard to do but you saw that he was trying his best to open them and regain his consciousness. "Oh my God," your breath hitched and you immediately reached over to press the call button on the wall which made the nurse from the station outside to rush in. "Yeosang is awake, call his doctor and his parents!" you screamed at the nurse who thankfully nodded and reacted quickly.

Looking back, you saw the corners of Yeosang's lips curling into a smile and you couldn't helo but let more tears drop. "Yeosang is awake, oh my God, you're fucking awake," you shakily repeated before launching yourself to hug Yeosang tightly as you freely cried on his shoulder.

For years, you had had the occasional thought of what would happen if you were to see Yeosang again. You had expected that you two would ignore each other or that he would just hurl hurtful accusation your way, opening up old wounds. Now that the moment arrived, you were never more glad to be wrong.

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[willsimpforanyone]

hey !! i absolutely adore your account. your writing is just amazing!!! i was wondering if you could do more leo valdez smuts!?

ahhhh thank you so much i'm glad you like my writing!!

this will have obligatory spanish pet names in it because i am cringe and proud k thanks also it's a flower shop/tattoo shop au because that's the best trope i don't make the rules

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There was a tap on my shop door.

"Knock knock, chica, where you at?"

I rolled my eyes but grinned. "In the back," I yelled back. "Gimme a sec."

The door opened and closed, the little bell dinging, and I stripped off my black gloves. "Okay, all done! How'd you like it?"

Nico nodded approvingly at his new tarot card tattoo - Death, of course. "Looks awesome, how much do I owe you?"

"£180, because you're my favourite." I winked at him as I led him out the room.

He shook his head. "You know that's not the right price." Nico took out an envelope of cash and slid it across the counter. "£200, plus tip, don't even think about it."

He caught me before I could protest, and made to leave. "Hey Valdez."

From the sofa, Leo grinned up at him. "Hey dude, whatcha get?"

Nico pulled up his shirt sleeve to show off his new tattoo. Leo nodded approvingly. "Looks sick, Will's gonna love it." Nico coloured slightly but gave a small smile, nodded and left.

I leaned forward on the counter. "So, Valdez, what brings you to my dark corner of the world?"

He brandished the small collection of blooms he held. "Thought I'd bring it a little bit of colour." Beelining to where I had a wilting bunch of flowers in a vase, Leo swapped them out. I leant on my hand and smiled- he was right, the studio could use a little colour now and then.

"Is today the day I get to ink you?" I tapped my fingers on the wooden surface, fingers buzzing slightly from the tattoo gun.

Leo grinned. "Oh, you wish you could make your mark on this." He gestured down to himself, and I allowed myself to rake my eyes over him. His loose grey shirt was faintly patterned with roses, and his jeans clung to his legs appealingly.

"You have no idea, honey." I winked at him and got the pleasure of seeing his tan skin tinge with red.

He coughed lightly. "I don't think I'd suit tattoos, anyway." He shrugged. "Probably not, anyway."

I slipped out from behind the counter to face him. "Oh, I don't know, I wouldn't say that." I considered him carefully, as an art piece rather than a person. "Tattoos are for everyone, as long as they get something they love."

Leo shifted slightly and I reached out for his arm. He let me take it. "See, I'd do a flowering vine-" I ran my fingers down his left forearm. "-along here, delicate but thick enough not to get lost in your skin."

"Oh yeah?"

I nodded, reaching up to his shoulder. "Perhaps your favourite flower, or a flower of significance, resting on your shoulder." Carefully, carefully coming to rest a finger on his chest. "A little something here, anything you'd like, just for you."

Leo had frozen, deep brown eyes fixed on my face. I took a step back, not missing where Leo swayed towards me just slightly.

"Of course, it's up to you." Just for the hell of it, I decided to push my luck. "I have a few other ideas of how I could mark you, should you be interested."

I heard him let out a shaky breath and push dark curls behind his ears. Silently, I prayed that I didn't push it too far and scare him off. The crush I'd been harbouring for the past two months squeezed my heart.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, god I hope I'm not wrong, but we're very much not talking about tattoos anymore, are we?"

I turned round to see Leo with his hands clenched by his side and his lip being worried between his teeth. Slowly, I shook my head.

"No, not tattoos. Or rather, the kind that would fade in a couple days and are made with my mouth against your neck."

"Oh thank fuck." Leo relaxed and reached out, pulling me close and pressing his lips to mine.

Instantly my arms were wrapped around his neck and I was grinning like an idiot. For a brief moment I wondered if I had any more clients today but a quick glance at the clock told me it was past 6pm, closing time. Regretfully I pulled away from Leo and he pouted.

"What's wrong?"

I disentangled myself from his arms, racing to the door to lock it and turn the 'open' sign to 'closed' before returning to pull Leo's face down to mine. "Absolutely nothing, hermoso, nothing at all."

Leo let out a throaty groan and looped his fingers in my belt loops to pull me closer. "Woman, you are driving me insane." He kissed me hard, hips pressing againt mine and I felt heat flame in my stomach, looping and curling.

"Hey-" In between kisses, I tried to talk. "-I live-" Kiss. "-literally right upstairs-" Kiss. "-if you want to-" Kiss. "-take this further."

Leo pulled back this time, massive grin on his flushed face, already looking a mess. "Oh hell yeah, lead the way."

It took only moments to take his hand and lead him through my studio, up the stairs and into the flat I owned above my shop. I shut the door behind us and pinned Leo to it, fingers twisting and gently tugging at his hair. He whined and slipped his hands under my shirt, smoothing them along my stomach. "Do I get to see your tattoos?" He panted, eyes dark with want.

"Maybe, if you ask nicely." I winked at him. "But I believe I was going to give you a few."

"As many as you want, mi amor, whatever you want." Oh, this was going to be fun.

I pulled him away from the door and practically dragged him to my bedroom. I pointed to the pillows. "Sit."

He did it without question and I got a thrill of satisfaction. I crawled over to him, throwing a thigh over his lap and settling into his lap. Serious time for a moment. "If you want to stop at any point, let me know, okay?"

Leo nodded. "Same goes for you."

Cute. I pressed my lips to his gently, softly, a small thank you for being receptive. I shifted myself forward a little, until my hips were almost against his. My lips ghosted over his lips one last time before I swept along his jawline. I felt his hands hovering over my waist, my hips, my thighs, before I took his wrists and settled him on the tops of my thighs. "I'm not fragile, baby."

"Oh, I'm sure you're not, but if we keep going like this, I might be."

I rested my hands on his chest. "I'll try not to break you." Leaning in closer, I kissed just below his ear. "At least, not this time."

He whimpered, fingers digging into my flesh beneath my jeans.

I dragged my mouth along the planes of his neck, skin warm and heartbeat pounding beneath it. Finding his pulse point, I gave it a gentle suck, feeling Leo inhale sharply. "Good?"

He let out a shuddery breath. "Very good."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I nipped hard up and down his neck, leaving a trail of blossoming red in my wake. I bit purple roses and violets, tattooing the little moans and gasps from him into his skin. His collarbone was decorated with faint teeth marks, each one marked with the memory of a twist of his hips.

I pulled back briefly to tug at his button-down and he nodded emphatically, practically ripping it off so I could continue to kiss and bite and suck at his overheated skin.

"Hey," he breathed, tapping my thigh. "I made a questioning noise, still buried in his neck. "Hey, if you don't stop we're gonna have a problem that can only be solved with doing laundry and I don't think you have jeans my size."

"So what? I think that's sexy as fuck." I continued to work on the large brand I was sucking into his skin.

"My point still stands." He ran his hand up my back and into my hair, gently tugging to pull me away. I let a moan slip before I could catch it and Leo raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up," I poked at a hickey and he hissed. "You look like you got too enthusiastic with watercolour paints."

He rolled his eyes and before I could register the action, he flipped us round so he was hovering above me, elbows supporting him. "You've had your fun, reducing me to a whimpery mess, now it's my turn."

I bit my lip at the look in his eyes, suddenly feeling that I was wearing far too many clothes.

Waiting for any indication that he should stop, Leo dragged my shirt over my head as best he could, leaving me in a bra and my jeans. He caught his breath as he saw my tattoos. I was covered in them, an art gallery of my favourite things done by some of my favourite people. Reverently, he traced a finger over the lines and I shivered, goosebumps mottling my skin.

"Holy shit, you're gorgeous."

I gave a breathy laugh. "What, only just noticed?"

Leo shook his head, deadly serious. "No, you're always gorgeous, this is just... a new part of the gorgeous that I've never seen before."

My cheeks felt hot and I wriggled under him at the compliments. "You gonna do something about it, or?"

His eyes flicked up to mine. "What, you don't think I'd fuck you into next week if I had the chance?"

I didn't have a chance to formulate a retort. He deftly undid the fastening on my jeans and dipped his hand into them. I arched my back at the contact and Leo swore. "God, you're soaked, hermosa, glad to see I'm not the only one on the edge."

My hand made weak contact with his arm and he laughed. "Very much not a bad thing, very much a 'sexy as fuck' thing."

"Just fuckin' touch me, Valdez."

"As you wish."

He slipped a finger inside my pussy, and my eyes rolled back. Marking him up may have affected me more than I let on. "M-more, Leo, I need more."

Obediently, he added another finger, and another, curling all three so deliciously inside me. My hands were clutching at his shoulders, at the pillows, the bedspread, I was sure I looked a mess but Leo looked at me like I'd hung the stars in the damn sky.

"So fucking pretty, so beautiful, I'm gonna take you out on a proper date tomorrow, I swear." He muttered promises and affections and it was all I could do to not come right there, impaled on his fingers and whining desperately.

When his hand pulled away I nearly sobbed before he was kissing my face, murmuring reassurances. "I know, I know, but I gotta get your jeans and panties off, okay? You want me to fuck you, right?"

That gave me a little clarity, and I allowed him to tug off the rough demin both from me and from him. I threw myself to the side, rummaging around in my bedside table before triumphantly producing a foil packet.

Leo accepted the gift and I got to see him slip on the condom and bite his lip to not come from the contact.

"Leo." He looked up at me, curls a mess, lips slightly swollen.

"Fuck me into next week."

He pounced on me, hands grasping at my hips to pull me flush against him. The pads of his fingers tightened and I allowed myself a moment to imagine the bruises they would leave after this.

He guided his cock in between my thighs, pausing right at the entrance. "You all good?"

I smiled. "So very good."

He pushed into me with one swift motion and I cried out, feeling so full and so good. Leo pounded into me, looking as desperate as I felt. He buried his face into my neck. "Okay, super lame but I am not gonna last long."

"Super not lame." My voice sounded wrecked. "Super fucking hot that I got you that worked up. You are super welcome to come whenever you want."

I felt him smile against my skin. "You first."

His hand reached down in a feat of strength with how hard he was thrusting into me, and he began pushing circles into my clit. My head tilted back and Leo pressed sharp kisses into the exposed flesh.

The sensations were too much and would never ever be enough and I tilted my hips just right so he was hitting just right inside me and the thin line keeping me tethered snapped.

My nails dug into his shoulders and I came hard, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure and excitement and with just enough clarity I felt Leo's hips stutter as my pussy clamped down on his dick as I came. His swearing was muffled into my skin but he pushed into me as much as he could, coming with almost a shout.

There was a moment of quiet, the two of us remembering how to breathe and enjoying the feeling of being connected. It was with simultaneous groans that Leo pulled out of me, flopping to my side and pressing absent kisses to my shoulder.

"Well," he breathed. "How do my new tattoos looks?"

I ran my fingers over my masterpiece. "I'd say they look pretty good, if I do say so myself."

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