#please indulge me pls pls pls

[jerichothejester]

Hello Hannibal and Interview with the vampire fans, please indulge a bit in this crossover ship if you will.

[fxiryeon]

*Y/N and Luke staring into each other’s eyes*

Percy: *Pops open a can of soda*

Luke: Percy what the hell man, Y/N and I were having a moment

Percy: And I’m having a dam coke

[capricornlevi]

"i don't do dress-up," toji huffs, not even wanting to dignify your request with an eye roll.

you, on the other hand, have no problem turning your eyes up, sighing partially from frustration, partially out of fondness.

"it's a costume party, toji. it's the one and only requirement. and you promised you'd make an effort with my friends!"

"effort means helping 'em move or something. not ... fuckin'... putting on cat ears or some shit like that."

"the cat ears are for me, actually," you sigh again, starting to shove the contents of your shopping haul back into the paper bag.

you'd picked up a few cheap and simple ideas for toji, laying them out on your bed for him to pick.

a simple black eye mask (for a bandit, masquerade, whatever). some sunglasses and overalls (top gun pilot). even some flimsy little plastic vampire fangs that he could wear with his regular clothes --

anything. anything to show he's making an attempt at participating.

but in the midst of all your enthusiasm, you'd accidentally tossed your recently purchased pair of fluffy cat ears on the bed. before you can grab them to put them away, toji hooks them with his finger, holding them up for closer inspection.

"what are you gonna wear with these?" he asks, voice calm and low, skillfully hiding the thoughts suddenly filling his head.

you pause, setting the bag back down. "for my costume?"

he nods, still holding the cat ears, but his full attention is now on you.

realising the opportunity, you grin.

"probably this," you say nonchalantly, fishing the lacy miniskirt out of the bag and setting it down on the covers.

clearly exercising a great degree of self-control, toji's expression doesn't change, but he can't hide the look in his eyes as his gaze travels over the fabric.

pupils blown, he darts his eyes back to you, following you as you take a seat on the bed next to the skirt.

he swallows thickly, setting down the cat ears and running a hand through his tousled hair, a sign you've seen a hundred times before.

the room is silent, overwhelmingly so, until he finally breaks it --

"can you try it on for me?"

"suddenly interested in costumes, are we?" you retort as your smile returns, delighted to see his facade cracking before you.

just as he gives in, leaning over and manoeuvring you exactly how he wants to, you hear him whisper roughly;

"maybe i can get behind dress-up."

[sleepy-harper]

hello, could i do a request? it's a bit self indulgent so i'll put some things and if you don't use all of them that's okay! i'd love a caregiver leon for a disabled regressor if possible. pink (or another pastels) puppy elements, a wheelchair, stim toys or care bear plushies - whichever of those interest you!

no worries if you don't feel like doing it, i know it's a bit of a weird one! thank youuuuu

pink feminine caregiver re4 leon kennedy to a disabled puppy regressor moodboard 4 agere-buppy

I am soso sorry I tried to fit as many things as I could in while keeping it all neat and easy 2 look at 😓🫶

[wrathofrats]

I knowwww we have hockey au but consider soccer/football au PLEASE CONSIDER

[gojoest]

Have we talked about chastity belt on satoru?

we have not which is a grave mistake and it needs to be fixed…actually this might plague my mind for days hkfhfb he pops a boner left and right for you but being locked in a chastity belt is a different experience, he is aroused constantly but unable to get off and i think it makes him all the more eager to please you and be all over you, constantly…..the key is in your hands, he can cum only if you let him, quite literally as he’s surrendered all control to you…..and when you’re away from home you leave him locked and unable to do anything by himself, just wait for you 🥹 OR him going on missions locked HE IS SO FRUSTRATED and he’s taking it out on the poor curses 🥲

[themoonunderstoodmydadjokes]

I need everyone tell me their zodiac sign quick…

[jikubodypillow]

It must be dehumanizing to be seen as everything other than yourself. Zeke's parents saw him as a savior of Eldia, Marley sees him as the assiduous "war-chief" (dumbass title btw)... even ksaver viewed him at an angle that wasn't scaled to how he truly is.

I believe that he did see Zeke as his own being, but I also believe that in the early development of their relationship, he didn't. And, i mean, he practically admitted that. He wasn't viewing zeke as he was, he was trying to find remnants of his dead son.

He doesn't have an identity of his own, really. He's kind of what everyone else wants him to be, may it be the savior of eldia or what have you, and that's really sad to me.

[chososcamgirl]

can yall ask me some self ship questions pretty please with a smile on my face and a cherry on top😁

[mbirnsings-71]

WAIT OKAY MADI gimme ur fav fic tropes and then i will send recs based off of that hehehe like whats ur angst level preference n stuff nodsnodsnsodnsos

oh OH okay OKAY

I'm not the biggest angst girlie (more so a fluff girlie, especially if it's domestic fluff) but if It does have Angst I would prefer hurt/comfort because I can't handle pure angst or I will cry violently. Oh and I hate Miscommunication but that's because logically we know what the others are doing most likely but the characters don't so it just makes me want to scream.

A.k.a my Angst preference is like no super hard hurt no comfort because I can take Angst like almost dying and getting injured and stuff but I like there to be a side of comfort with it. also as long as there's no major character death, non-con, or underage stuff I'm pretty sure I can handle it.

Fav fic tropes however is a fun one and so I will list some that I have enjoyed:

Marriage proposals/weddings (like those are my favorite things and I can not explain why, Jay can let you know that It is in fact my bread and butter

Fake Dating is also a good one especially if it turns into real dating (I've read a 45k word one-shot about Buck and Eddie fake dating to go to Buck's parents' retirement party cause Buck didn't want to deal with his parents alone while Maddie is also trying to deal with their parents and it was so beautifully written my god I finished it in one 5 hour sitting it was wild)

Friends to lovers is also a favorite of mine because while some people are enemies to lovers fans I just prefer the opposite (and in Buck and Eddie's case I love the speedrunning friends to fiancés for them!!)

if it's a father figure/maternal figure and their perceived adoptive child story I love ones where they explicitly get told that the other sees them like a son/daughter or a mother/father like those are so good for me to read and it's why I love Buck and Bobby's dynamic so much because Buck says in the 9-1-1 and 9-1-1 lone star crossover that Bobby is kind of like his father figure AND IT'S JUST I need these two to actually have a conversation about it okay

also any stories that do like good character introspection about characters' backstories and their connections to people like I love me a good character study LIKE ONE TIME I READ A ONE-SHOT ABOUT BUCK AND HIS RELATIONSHIP TO ALMOST DYING AND IT WAS SO-

Sickfics are also a trope I love because I just love seeing characters get taken care of. The trust needed to have someone else take care of you while you're in a state that makes you achy and hurt and just genuinely miserable feeling just is so nice to me, especially since this trope can be used Platonically and Romantically it's just a good over-all trope.

This also feeds into another trope I like called a character gets a breakdown and gets comforted and held like that is my favorite trope and I think it shows sometimes, sue me I like comfort.

My guilty pleasures are Chatfics/social media aus because those are fun to just breeze through and you don't have to really worry too much about typos because you can fix them in the story as a character fixing their own typo and I know they're not everyone's cup of tea but they're just so fun for me to read personally.

there's probably more but I'm blanking at the moment so we'll end it here

[kalashtars]

Ask game: send me a song and I'll write out my favorite lyric from it!

[dildeaux-san]

The final whistle blows, signaling Karasuno’s victory over Shiratorizawa, the atmosphere in the gymnasium erupted with cheers and applause. The exhilaration of the win coursed through the Karasuno team, their spirits soaring as they celebrated their hard-fought triumph. The third years run to each other and hug, tears streaming down their faces.

But amidst the jubilant chaos, one figure stood still, his gaze fixed on a particular silver-haired omega.

Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shiratorizawa’s formidable ace, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the omega who had played a pivotal role in turning the tide of the game. He had witnessed an incredible display of skill and determination, watching in awe as the omega maneuvered through his team full of alphas, outsmarting them with each move. Ushijima couldn’t deny the impact this silver-haired omega had on him and frowned, confused at the way his heart sped up.

Ushijima found himself searching for the silver haired omega. Why? Well he’ll figure that out when he gets there.

He made his way through the crowd, after his team packed up to head home. His eyes scanning the faces of the Karasuno players in the crowd and then, as if the universe had heard his unspoken desire, he heard a familiar voice call out, “Suga-chan!”

Ushijima’s heart skipped a beat. Suga. That name resonated deeply within him. He turned towards the sound and there, standing a few meters away, was the silver-haired omega he had been seeking.

Ushijima’s breath caught in his throat as he watched Suga rush into the arms of another person—Oikawa Tooru.

“Tooru! You came!”

Confusion clouded Ushijima’s mind. Oikawa, an omega himself, held Suga tightly, their lips meeting in a tender kiss. Ushijima’s world seemed to shatter, his heart sinking as he realized that the person he had been drawn to was already taken and by an omega no less.

A pang of regret and longing washed over him, a bittersweet realization of what could have been. He sighed and turned back to his team to leave back to school and end his high school volleyball career.

Briefly, He turned and looked one last time. He couldn’t help but watch as Suga and Oikawa smiled at each other, their hands interlaced, radiating a sense of warmth and contentment. Ushijima’s gaze lingered for a moment longer, etching the scene into his memory with a frown, before he turned away, his steps heavy with defeat. From both, Karasuno and Oikawa.

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“I’m surprised you came. You said you didn’t care if we won or lost,” Suga grins at Oikawa before pecking the pout on the brunette.

“You hurt me Koushi! I’m pissed either way, but you kicked Ushiwaka’s ass. You should have seen his face when the final whistle blew!” Oikawa brushes back Suga’s hair with a wink.

“Alright you two.” Iwaizumi approaches wearing his usual scowl before yanking Oikawa from Suga by his scarf. “Suga you need to get back to your team. I’ll take this loser home and you’ll see each other later.”

“Iwa-chan! I’m spending time with my omega!”

“Shut up shittykawa! He needs to finish packing up so they can plan for nationals. You’ll literally see Suga tomorrow!”

Suga grins watching the two argue between each other and laughs, “You two are like a married couple.”

Iwaziumi’s smile falls from his face in horror looking at the silver haired omega, “Please don’t joke like that Suga.”

“Yeah! That hurts my feelings Kou-chan! You trying to get rid of me?” Oikawa pulls the omega close.

A burst of citrus floods Suga’s senses and he rolls his eyes at the omega. He accepts his fate and holds still as Oikawa thoroughly scents him.

“There,” Oikawa grins, satisfied.

“Ugh,” Iwaizumi mockingly pinches his nose. “It reeks of you now.”

Suga shakes his head at the two best friends. He notices Daichi start to approach with a stern look.

“Uh-oh, mom is on his way to scold me. I need to get going.”

The two omegas meet in a tight embrace, stealing a couple more kisses before reluctantly pulling away and leaving to their separate destinations.

_____________________________________

After graduation, Ushijima found himself at one of Tokyo's premier universities, known for producing numerous successful athletes who have gone on to pursue professional careers in their respective sports.

Despite being scouted to play professionally after high school, Ushijima had reached a compromise with his mother. She insisted that he prioritize his studies and find a stable career instead of solely pursuing his passion for Volleyball.

Ushijima Hotaru, a fiercely controlling alpha woman, saw her son's passion for volleyball as an obstacle to his future success. She firmly believed that he should prioritize his studies and conform to her vision of a secure and conventional career path. Now that Ushijima Wakatoshi was setting out on his own, she couldn't shake the urge to tightly guide and dictate his choices.

She persuade her son into attending the prestigious university in Tokyo. She saw it as a perfect compromise, knowing that many professional athletes had graduated from there, making it a promising avenue for his future success. Despite Wakatoshi’s initial hesitation, his mother’s persistent coaxing ultimately led him to make the decision to enroll at the university.

Alone in his dorm room without a roommate, Ushijima's mind was consumed by thoughts of the potential opportunity to join a professional volleyball team. Despite being at the university, his focus remained fixated on the possibility of leaving the academic world behind to pursue his passion for volleyball at the highest level.

On move-in day, Ushijima found himself making a solemn vow: he would not waver from his goals, and nothing would stand in the way of achieving his dreams. Determination filled his heart as he set his mind on excelling academically while never losing sight of his ultimate aspiration to play professionally. The unwavering commitment he made that day fueled his drive to relentlessly pursue success, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

As Ushijima went about exploring the campus on his move-in day, he caught a fleeting glimpse of someone with striking silver hair walking by. The sight immediately captured his attention, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity.

Little did he know that this familiar sight would have a significant influence on his journey and the course of his future.

[heymrspatel]

my good boy... i love the way you look when you're being so good for me

artworks inspired by sculptures for @gallavichthings kinktober 2024 prompts: bondage + nipple play + praise inspiration: "adoration" by stephan sinding collection on tumblr & ao3

Stephan Sinding Adoration (1903) Marble

[elizakai]

A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A A

Doodling The Guys! (I love these goobers lmao)

[proxycrit]

FAMILIAR FAMILIAR MASTERPOST

(EDIT: pinning this for linktober to keep things in order! All shenanigans will also be reposted on my alt blog, @critbit-hoard )

If you want to see my general info (and also which tags to look at my other art, click here)

FAMILIAR FAMILIAR is a self indulgent TOTK AU where Link and Zelda traverse the wild lands of Hyrule together. There are ruins to be discovered and monsters to be eaten.

This project is a linktober challenge that will extend past the month of october. Please be patient with me as this is entirely being funded by a hyperfixation and the support of beloved patreon backers (ty patreon backers). Pls note fanart, fanfics, and spinoffs are perfectly fine as long as credit is due!

Chronological Order (updating as we go!)

1. Blood Moons and Headaches

2. Basement Adventures

3. Basement’s Adventures Haunted

4. Basement’s Extra Haunted

5. Lost (and found)

6. World’s Endin, Purah’s Stressin

7. Concern about Death Mountain

8. Goron City

9. Death Mountain vs Oversized Railgun

10. The Sage of Fire

11. Interlude

12. Goodbye Eldin!

13. Rained In

14. Skyview Towers

15. Close Call

16. Welcome To The Swamp

17. A Guide Named Yona

18. Sidon’s No Good Very Bad Two Months

19. Authority Issues

20. Lab in the Sky

21. The Water Sage

22. Reprise

23. Century Idol

24. Safe Travels

25. It’s Free Transportation

26. Song of Perseverance

27. Crack in the Maze

28. Looking for Lunch

29. Pirates, in MY Hyrule?

30. Ghost Ships

31. Great Fairy Cotera

32. Arm Collection

32. Mushrooms and Cheese

[chuluoyi]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

- sylus x reader

you and your lover are hailed and feared, but who would have guessed that behind closed doors, both of you are just that — lovers?

genre/warnings: very suggestive, making out, fluff, comfort, period cramps, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc), loosely based on sylus' secret times: midnight warmth & exclusive care!

note: very self-indulgent bye pls don't look at me :') this fic is a companion to assassin!reader series (strictly (un)professional and jealousy incarnate)

“Who’s ther— lord! Missus! What happened to you!?”

On a rainy night, you staggered into the base, drenched and covered with dirt. Your steps were unsteady as you made your way through the front door, and the first person to see you, Luke, was so shocked by the sight that he rushed to your side.

“Kieran! Call Boss!” he shouted to his twin, who immediately sprinted off to find him, steadying you. “Are you injured?”

“No,” you hissed, wincing as you clutched your abdomen. “Let go, I’m fine—” But before you could finish, you missed a step and—

—fell into Luke's arms.

In that very instant, Luke genuinely feared for his life. He squeaked and stammered, incoherent sounds escaping him, because oh lord— if Boss sees me ever touching his woman—

“What are you doing?”

And there came his nightmare. Sylus’ deep voice cut through like a blade, marking the arrival of doomsday itself.

“B-Boss! It isn’t what it looks like!” Luke quivered, desperately trying to explain himself.

However, Sylus paid him no mind and exhaled sharply, immediately moving over to pull you out of Luke’s grasp. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted, pulling away from him while staggering. “I’m not wounded or anything. Just... I just need a bath, please.”

Sylus eyed you from top to bottom. You had just been out for a reconnaissance, and yet you looked as though you had been through a tornado and back. Disheveled, your dress was smeared with mud and dirt, and even grime clung to your hair.

“Did you fall into a sewer or something?” he questioned, and he knew he had hit a nerve when you shot him a glare.

But you spared him no answer, walking away with labored breaths and a hand pressed against your lower belly. It was clear you were in pain, and the sight tugged at him as he followed you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern growing. “What hurts?”

“You don’t have to fuss over me—” your breath hitched, feeling exhausted, and ashamed all at once. “Just my period, nothing much,” you murmured in a quieter voice so the twins wouldn’t hear.

As you reached the stairs to the second floor, you felt like collapsing. Did you really have to climb these stairs, too?

As if reading your mind, Sylus let out a sigh, but you nearly squealed when he lifted you into his arms.

“You’ll get dirty!” you rebuked, even as he took large strides up the stairs. “Sylus!”

“Just hold onto me.” He shot you a pointed look. “You can’t even walk without gasping for air, and you still want to climb the stairs? You’ll end up rolling and breaking your back.”

Despite your protests, your lover immediately brought you to his bathroom and sat you down on the sink. He turned the hot water on and then faced you.

“So? What did you get yourself into?” he asked, his red eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. “You were fine, and you didn’t face anyone.”

You pressed your eyes shut, leaning against the wall, resigned to explain. “Fell into mud. Totally idiotic, I know, but my cramps started right before, so…”

“I don’t recall you experiencing this before. What brought this on?”

You met his gaze indignantly, retorting, “Well, a certain someone banged me so hard last night, and I got my period right after.”

It was quite unexpected, but still answered his concern. So, to that, Sylus snorted and tousled your hair, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Ah, sorry, I guess?”

You pursed your lips, aware of how unapologetic he was. He smirked and added, “Now that I’m dirty too... I suppose we’ll have to take a bath together.”

“Are you mad? Do you want to get covered in my blood?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not—”

“No,” you retorted firmly, clearly irked. “You take the bath after me, and that’s final.”

. . .

“Put your arm around my neck,” Sylus commanded when you both emerged from the bath and already dressed in silk bathrobes. You complied, and he swiftly lifted you into a princess carry, bringing you to the bed.

Despite yourself, your heart fluttered at his action. He set you down gently, and the moment your back met the soft surface, you relished it and let out an involuntary moan. “Ahh...”

Your voice was soft and sultry, though tinged with a hint of pain. Sylus placed his hand gently on your face. “Your cheeks are warm,” he noted. “And you still look pale.”

"Mmm," you mumbled, suddenly the total fatigue catching up to you as you leaned into his touch. Seeing you so pliant like this seemed to flip a switch inside him, and he immediately settled next to you and placed his huge hand on your lower belly, pressing down on it.

“What are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’m giving you a massage,” he replied. “Stop squirming. I’m trying to pamper you here.”

“You don’t have to…”

“My woman is in enough pain that she doesn’t talk back to me. It’s feels off.”

“...actually, you suck. You’re too rough.”

Taking your whine into account, he adjusted his touch, softening his pressure. "How is it? Better?"

You didn’t immediately reply, indulging in the warm sensation, letting out a sigh as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Mm... Yeah, it feels good now. Don’t stop…”

There was something quietly erotic about watching you, usually so defiant, surrender to his touch like this. Sylus felt a deep, protective satisfaction as he continued his gentle ministrations—

But after a while...

Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of the bath foam you had just shared. “Mmm…”

You were caught off-guard and shivered at his breath tickling your skin, eyes fluttering open. “Sylus…” you murmured, a mix of protest and surprise in your voice.

But he didn’t pull away, his lips lingering against your skin, his gaze fixed on your bare neck, whispering, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Then, when he suddenly nibbled on your neck, you jolted awake. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race.

But he didn't stop there, as Sylus trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, the only sounds filling the room were his quiet sighs and the soft noises of his lips as he continued to bite and pepper kisses on your skin, over and over.

“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.

“Hold me,” he gruffly whispered, and as if bewitched, you clung to his shoulders. He let out a husky chuckle. “Not too hard, or you won't be able to sleep later.”

“And whose fault would that be?” you quipped, entangling your legs with his, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.

“I’ve spoiled you rotten, haven’t I... sweetie?” he murmured amidst kisses, his tone laced with intrigue and his burgundy eyes flashing with a glint. “Just let me have my fill for a while.”

If you had a mirror, you’d see the hickeys forming on your neck, but instead of fighting him, you pulled him closer, letting out breathy moans freely and massaging his scalp as if urging him to go further.

“Naughty vixen—you are,” Sylus rasped deliciously in your ear, thick with desire and restraint as his grip on you tightened. “Tempting me, knowing full well I can’t do anything to you…”

A low giggle slipped from your lips. “Unfortunately… I learn from the best.”

Hard to get, snarky, taunting... You were the bane of his existence, and yet Sylus wouldn't have it another way. Your defiance and teasing only deepened his affection, making every challenge you presented feel like an irresistible part of what drew him to you.

He knew when his patience was on the verge of snapping, so to end it, he sucked hard on your shoulder one last time, making sure to leave another mark there. The squelching sound reverberated through both of you, before he pulled away and planted a firm kiss on your forehead, a gesture of both dominance and fondness for you.

“Now sleep,” he grounded out. “Your body has been through enough.”

“Mngh...” you whined, curling into him in contentment, your head nestled against his toned chest where you could feel his strong, steady heartbeat. “Really unfair...”

“You're going to feel better soon...” he sighed, one hand soothing your back and the other resting on your waist. “And as soon as you do...”

A wicked grin curved his lips.

“I'll pick up where I left off.”