#slightly nsfwish

[monst3rf00ker]

So umm,, my oc! Rerrokon! hot dragon demon lady, giving some more than my usual dol art bc I wanna post some otheer stuff as well!\\\\

yes, im a monster lover :)))

[lampcry]

Billy~

made him MORE triangle

yup i made a redesign

he just got stuck in his own hands😅

OPPSIE

[joemerl]

I'm sorry, you think what is similar to huh?!

[maboroshi-if]

But have you considered, what that tongue do?

NO I HAVE NOT CONSIDERED IT 😭😭😭 I regret the gif, I regret it!

[tierra-paldeana]

// on second thought. i cannot take this icon seriously. cause everytime i look at it i think of

you. come. now.

[trashytoastboi]

🍄Trafalgar Law Masterlist🍄

Part 2

🍄 Headcanons: X-Drake, Law, Luffy with S/O making a wish on a shooting star 

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Ace teasing an easily flustered S/O until they turn the tables

🍄 Scenario: Modern AU! x Mafia AU! – Mafia Boss! Law x F! Ex-Military! Reader. – A ‘Friendly’ Visitation 

🍄 Headcanons: Luffy, Law, Kid x S/O – who has a split sleeping schedule.

🍄 Scenario: Law x F! S/O – A Just Kind of Revenge

🍄 NSFW Scenario: Law x F! S/O x Doflamingo – Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Sabo, X-Drake x Friend! Reader who has the Friend’s Power ability. 

🍄 Headcanons: Sabo, Hawkins, Doflamingo, Law x S/O that likes Junji Ito Manga

🍄 Headcanons: Pregnancy and Parental for Kid, Law x F! S/O

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Zoro x S/O who has given them a really sweet nickname

🍄 Scenario: Modern AU! Law x F! S/O - Want to Smash?

🍄 Headcanons: Doflamingo, Corazon, Law, Kid x S/O who was “killed” by the World Government

🍄 Headcannons: Sabo, Law, Luffy x S/O - Reaction to their S/O picking up a magical lamp

🍄 Headcanons: Law, X-Drake, Sanji, Ace x Shy! S/O that loves affection

🍄 Scenario: Law + Zoro x F! Keyblade Wielder – Listen to Your Heart

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Sanji - Reaction to Seeing M! Reader and F! Reader throwing pick up lines at each other 

🍄 Headcanons: SFW and NSFW First times with Law

🍄 NSFW Headcanons: Law, Sabo, Ace x Shy! F! S/O who has a size difference kink 

🍄 NSFWish Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Ace x F! S/O – Having an argument and ‘making it up’ to her 

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Marco, Zoro x Short! Male! Crewmate who hides his injury after a fight and collapses as a result

🍄 NSFW Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Kid, Law x S/O - First time with their partner who is afraid of being touched and having sex due to their past as a slave

🍄 Headcanons: Marco, Law x Drunk! Reader – Having to take care of their partner

🍄 NSFW Headcanons: Dom! Law, Dom! Mihawk, Dom! Katakuri x Sub! F! S/O – In subspace

🍄 Scenario: Law and Kid x Shy! Goth! Pirate – Chance Encounters

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Zoro, Crocodile, Luffy x Shy! Deaf! Male! S/O

🍄 Headcanons: Platonic/Parental relationship between Law and Corazon’s S/O – Before and after his death.

🍄 NSFW Scenario: ABO AU! Alpha! Soft Dom! Law x F! Omega! Shy Sub! S/O - #1. Your scent is intoxicating

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Kid x Male! S/O who avoids emotional talks and conflict, but lately his self destructive thoughts lead him to seek comfort from his partner

🍄 Scenario: Law x Straw-Hat! Crush – A Much Needed Nap

🍄 Headcanons: Modern AU! North Blue Boys – Sanji, Law, Hawkins, X-Drake - Running a coffee shop

🍄 Headcanons: Law x S/O – Who has been shrunk down to the size of a doll

🍄 Headcanons: Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Usopp, Law, Kid x Male! S/O is usually bright and loud but he had a bad day and needs some comfort

🍄 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner “confessing” to their vice captain 

🍄 Headcanons: Law and Ace’s reaction to finding out their S/O secretly has a thing for tattoos. 

🍄 Headcanons: Kid, Zoro, Law x S/O - Hiding an engagement ring in cake to propose to their partner

🍄 Headcanons: Alpha! Marco, Alpha! Law, Alpha! Katakuri x Omega! S/O - Courting

🍄 Headcanons: Beta! Ace, Law, X-Drake x Beta! S/O - #2. “You’ll make a wonderful parent”

🍄 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Zoro x Stowaway! Reader - Escaping and hiding from Dr. Vegapunk 

🍄 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace wanting Reader to join their crew

🍄 Headcanons: Doflamingo, Law, Smoker x Blind! S/O that wants to know what they look like by feeling their face

🍄 Headcanons (Slightly NSFW) – Killer, Law, Zoro what they think about their S/O having nipple piercings.

🍄 Headcanons: Law x Shy! F! S/O – Trying to seduce her lover

🍄 Headcanons: Hawkins, Law, Kid, Killer x Male! S/O – Reacting to seeing their S/O’s face for the first time

🍄 Headcanons: Zoro, Ace, Law confessing their love to Straw-Hat! Reader

[devildomwriter]

Deck the Halls With Boughs of Holly | Barbatos x Reader

.7K Words | GN Reader | CW: none, slightly Nsfwish

Barbatos was at the top of the ladder with boughs of holly in hand. He sighed as he hung the hundredth bunch and looked down the long corridor he had left.

The Little D.’s scrambled beneath him also trying to quickly hang the boughs. Barbatos wanted it done as soon as possible so Diavolo had as much time to enjoy the holiday spirit as he could.

Barbatos descended the ladder and moved it to the next window when a grin crossed his face. He turned around and bowed politely, “___ what a happy surprise. What brings you to the demon lord’s castle?”

You grinned and hugged him, “we've been dating for months, when will you stop being so formal?” You asked.

He chuckled and shook his head, “Old habits I suppose. Is there something I can help you with today?”

You shook your head. “Just the opposite. I wanted to help you decorate.”

He looked surprised but it melted into a pleased grin. “Oh my. How kind of you, ___.”

He eyed the boxes yet to be emptied and decided it would be okay to accept your help as long as it was really what you wanted.

He nodded and handed you a box with several bunches of holly. You started laughing and he gave you a puzzled look.

“I finally get to deck the halls with boughs of holly,” you chuckled.

Barbatos shook his head. “Oh, is that why you wanted to help?”

You quickly protested, “No, not at all. It was a funny coincidence that’s why I was laughing.”

Barbatos decided you were telling the truth and ascended the ladder again to continue where he left off.

You turned around and Little D. no.3 and Little D. no.6 brought you a ladder and scooted it to the correct spot.

“Will you hold it for me?” You asked them and they nodded. They were glad to have an excuse to stop running around. Little D. no.7 looked upset he hadn’t offered as he was most tired of them all.

Barbatos clicked his tongue in disappointment and the Little D.’s quickened their pace while their two brothers had a chance to relax by the ladder.

“Are you alright up there?” Barbatos asked, looking back every couple of seconds to make sure you hadn’t gotten scared.

It was a pretty tall ladder but you had the magic to support your fall so it didn’t worry you. A thought occurred to you and you sighed deeply. Barbatos turned back around to inquire if you were alright.

“Why aren’t we just using magic…”

He shook his head. “Did you forget it’s Devil Down Day?”

“Oh, is that today?”

Barbatos sighed and shook his head. “I hope you haven’t been using your magic, that would be a big problem.”

You shook your head. “Not unless getting here counts because that started in the human world technically.”

He nodded in approval, “I suppose that doesn’t violate anything.”

You smiled, relieved you weren’t in trouble with anyone, especially Barbatos. It was no secret you were fond of each other but he was a stickler for the rules even when you were involved so you had to be very careful to avoid breaking any.

“It always has some bad timing doesn’t it?”

Barbatos nodded, “it did nearly kill you last time if I recall.”

You chuckled nervously. “Yeah…don’t remind me.”

He descended the ladder and dismissed the Little D.’s holding you up to grab the ladder himself.

You began to descend when your foot missed a step. Barbatos’s eyes widened and he took a step up to catch you by your hips. You gasped and he carried you down even though it wasn’t necessary.

“Perhaps you could hold the ladders instead.”

You blushed, embarrassed. “Th-that was just an accident.”

“Well I should hope it was an accident and you weren’t falling on purpose so I’d carry you,” he teased and your face reddened.

“Huh?”

“If that were the case I may have to punish you for taking me away from my responsibilities,” he gave you a mischievous grin and you blinked in surprise.

Did he really mean what you think he meant? He was good at teasing you and denying it later, which you were already used to thanks to Lucifer.

“Wh-what kind of punishment?” You stuttered and it was his turn to laugh.

“What an adorable expression. Would you like to find out?”

You nodded and he beamed. He ordered the Little D.‘s to finish the decorations themselves and carried you away to his room.

You were “punished” until morning, though in your opinion it was more of a present. It was the perfect way to begin the holidays

[andypantsx3]

warnings: nsfwish, aged up characters, implied fem-bodied reader

"I know what you're doing."

Across the room, Shouto throws you his most innocent look.

"I am reading," he says evenly, giving the book in his hands a little tilt as if to emphasize its presence.

You don't buy it, and you open your mouth to say so. As if on queue, you can feel the temperature of the room raise another couple of degrees—and the heat is coming from Shouto's direction.

You hadn't noticed at first. Earlier this afternoon, you'd been wrapped in a knit cardigan, but you'd noted eventually that it was too warm for you, and discarded it over the arm of the couch.

After another half hour, you thought perhaps your fuzzy socks, too, were overkill, as the house was pretty temperate today. Another thirty minutes later you'd exchanged your sweatpants for shorts—and it was only then, as you passed the thermostat on the way back into the living room, that that you realized.

The temperature was set to low. But the room itself was registering very hot. The temperature was being fucked with.

And only one of you was a pro hero with a temperature-based quirk.

You'd sat back down in the arm chair, slinging your legs over the side and pretending to get back to reading. Shouto waited a long while, twenty entire minutes, but then your shirt started to feel too warm against your skin, the air of the room slightly thicker in your lungs.

And you knew it was Shouto's doing.

"You are not just reading and you know it," you say. "Turn it back down, Sho."

Shouto's features betray nothing, his damnably perfect poker face sliding into place. "Turn what down?"

"Your quirk," you tell him. "I don't know what you're up to but you've been caught, and this scheme ends here."

The temperature ticks up a couple degrees—you can tell by the tiny bits of moisture gathering at your hairline. It's suddenly almost like a sauna in the room.

"Todoroki Shouto," you start, pointing your finger at him. But his eyes don't follow it—they're locked somewhere below your waist, staring fixedly at the length of bare thigh you're now showing, thanks to your wardrobe change.

There's a click in your thoughts as the puzzle pieces slide together. You suddenly understand.

"Are you...? Are you trying to get me to strip?" you ask incredulously.

Absolutely nothing in your boyfriend's face changes, and his tone is purposefully bland. But there's an incredibly long pause before he says, "Your shirt appears warm."

As if it's just a fact he's observed. As if he's not the root cause.

"You are such a sneak," you tell him.

Two mismatched eyes slide to yours, but Shouto looks unfussed. If anything, the room gets warmer. A drop of sweat slides down your spine, incredibly uncomfortable.

Curious about his objectives, you finger the hem of your shirt. Shouto's eyes snap to your hands, and you can feel gaze practically burning through your shirt as you pull it over your head, leaving you clad only in your bra.

Finally, you spot little hints of weakness in your boyfriend as his jaw clenches the tiniest bit, his fingers curling restlessly over the sides of his book as though he's imagining taking handfuls of you. You fight down a helpless smile.

"Is it warm, love?" Shouto asks, as though it's only just occurred to him. "Would you like me to cool you down?"

He sets down his book, blinking two very innocent mismatched eyes at you. He opens his arms as if to take you into them.

You can't help but laugh at the transparency, the absolute stupidity of his ploy that he's apparently been working at nearly all afternoon. He is such a boy.

You linger a moment, like you're deciding. But of course you throw yourself into his grasp in the end, laying yourself out over him on the couch.

Though you doubt things will really cool down from there.

Not for a very long while, at least.

[hey-august]

WC: ~680 (these keep getting longer...) Warnings: NSFWish, MDNI, Buggy x GN!reader, roleplay - teacher and student, buggy pls i am so sorry

This failure comes to you from the March Madness Week 3 results! Check out the full event here.

You sat at the captain’s desk, heart pounding louder than the scratch of pen against paper. Aimless doodles filled the paper. Anticipation from waiting had your mind bouncing forwards and backwards, thinking about what was to come and waiting for the moment to start.

Shifting in the wooden seat, you tried to find a position that was comfortable and polite. You settled for rolling your hips to gain some extra sensations before sitting properly, rather than spreading your legs wide and shoving a hand in your underwear.

Footsteps approached the room and the door creaked open. Buggy stepped in and closed the door behind him. He walked towards you, rolling up the sleeves of the white button-down shirt he wore for the occasion. You set down the pen and crossed your hands on the half-filled paper as he got closer. Buggy leaned over you, the low ponytail dangling over his shoulder swaying with the movement.

“Still working on the assignment?” he asked in a low, authoritative voice that increased the heartbeat between your legs.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, shuffling the paper prop to angle towards him.

“Mm?”

“Teacher- yes, teacher.” The correction flew out of your mouth at the disappointment in his voice.

“That’s better. It’s a good thing you’re a fast learner,” he said through a shadow of a smile. 

A large hand patted the top of your head alongside the compliment. You breathed in slowly, trying to hold in the sounds that wanted to escape as you imagined his hand sliding back to pull your head back with your hair.

Channeling that desire, you turned to face the pseudo scholar with your own smile. “Only because I have a great teacher.”

Buggy’s hand slid down, fingers dragging along your cheek, until he could pinch your chin. “Flattery will not get you far,” he said coolly.

A chill ran through your body, creating goosebumps in its wake, and leaving behind an opposing, searing heat.

“What else should I do?” The question came out in a soft whisper, partly due to the hold on your chin, as well as your nervous hope about the answer.

Buggy crouched down, bringing himself slightly lower than you. His thumb moved slightly, barely grazing your bottom lip.

“As your teacher, I should tell you to study more. Use your mind. But maybe we can work out a way for you to use your body…”

You give the smallest nod, afraid of pulling free from his touch.

“Chemistry is your weakest subject,” he continued, bringing back the heavy disappointment in his voice, “but I do have a solution. If you listen to me and do everything your teacher says, maybe we can create a different reaction.”

“Chemistry,” you repeated, your eyes darting across his face, trying to read his expression.

“Mmhmm.” Buggy nodded, missing the change in your expression. The change in your desire.

Playing pretend is fun. It’s enjoyable acting like someone different and making choices that you might not make normally. The downside is that your alter-ego isn’t always the only voice that joins the party. Sometimes another, more chaotic, voice tags along. 

Your disruptive voice showed up with a cry - this wasn’t the right subject. It shouldn’t be chemistry.

“I thought this was clown school.”

Silence.

No one breathed.

In the quiet, the voice in your head spoke again. It repeated one word twice. 

You reached for Buggy’s nose, intent on recreating the onomatopoeia you heard in your head. The hold on your chin lifted as the clown slapped your hand away. 

Buggy looked equal parts shocked and pissed. He glared at you, mulling over what you said. After a moment, he licked his lips and swallowed. Then he nodded.

“Alright. Alright! If you want me to teach you a lesson, it’s gonna be one you won’t forget,” he said gruffly. 

A floating hand grabbed your arm and maneuvered you into position. Listening to the clink of his belt, you thought that it would take a lot to get him to try and roleplay like this again. But feeling his rough grip on your hips, you decided it was worth it.

[patrothestupid]

It’s been funny watching you slide ever so slightly more nsfwish

Am I doomed ?? I can still resort to censor bar if it ever come to that !

censorium power be with me !

[ashortdropandasuddenstop]

" Oh, With pleasure. " James melted into Homelander's embrace, his heart swelling with affection as their lips met in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other, the playful nips and tender caresses igniting a fire that burned with a fierce intensity.

With a contented sigh, James leaned into Homelander's touch, his fingers tangling in the golden strands of his lover's hair as he returned the kiss with equal fervor. The low rumbling purrs that escaped Homelander's lips only served to deepen James' sense of contentment, his own arms wrapping around his beloved in a tight embrace.

"Mmm, love you too, darling," James murmured against Homelander's lips, his voice barely above a whisper as he pressed closer, their bodies melding together in perfect harmony. It took everything he had to refrain from grinding against him, as getting his lover riled before their short 'cameo' for opening ceremonies would not be a good idea. But.. it was difficult to behave.

Lost in the blissful haze of their shared affection, James scarcely noticed the passage of time as they continued to make out, each moment filled languid tongues slipping between lips which eagerly parter for the other

It was only when a sharp rap at the door shattered the peaceful tranquility of their embrace that James reluctantly pulled away, a reluctant groan escaping his lips.

With a soft chuckle, James pressed a lingering kiss to Homelander's lips before untangling himself from their embrace. "Seems we have an unwelcome interruption," he remarked, a playful glint in his eyes as he moved to answer the door, lips still tingling, hair a mess.

SevenCon

[valeriianz]

Here's a thought for you re: Hob's daydream's affecting Dream.

Hob, it seems, is oral fixated today.

Dream's attention is divided between Hob's mundane chatter about his students, the attention he always saves to the Dreaming, and... the firm press against his lips, against his tongue, nearly reaching the back of his throat in it's vulgar audacity.

Hob's words trail at those moments, he sounds distracted and like he doesn't really notice the way his words repeat, his gaze dropping again and again, fist clenching when Dream swallows.

Dream huffs through his nose, very well, he will indulge him, if he must.

Subtly, he flicks his tongue across his lips, glancing just in time to see Hob frozen, words forgotten, staring intensely.

And there it is, the push against his lips, the persistent request to open his lips and take, take, take. wrote it, sent it, didn't look twice, peace

nsfwish under the cut

Dream’s jaw almost drops with the immediate response that garners him, not from surprise, but because he feels as if he needs to. 

Hob is hot and huge in his mouth, in his projection, stretching him open and reaching further and further. Hob helping himself to Dream like he’s allowed this– brazen, indecent. Dream swallows again, his amusement veering off course, transforming into something selfish and carnal, something Dream realizes might not work out in his favor.

But he can’t help but tease, just a little. Hoping to catch Hob off-guard and subdue him.

“Something the matter?”

Dream’s voice catches both of them by surprise. It’s low rumble sounding smothered, spoken behind closed lips, or muffled around an over-eager cock, as it were.

Hob looks Dream in the eyes, studying them, perhaps realizing that he’d fallen quiet and was staring at Dream’s lips for a fraction of a second too long, too obvious. Friends don’t look at each other’s lips, don’t stutter over their words, and certainly don’t fantasize– Christ, Dream’s knees hitting the hardwood floor and staring up at Hob, as if in worship, in supplication. 

The utter audacity.

“You seem. Distracted.” Dream is proud of how his words remain steady, even as his knees begin to sting and his mouth throbs.

“Do I?” Hob laughs, a tinge of hysteria rolling off it. He finally forces himself to relax, shaking his head, clearing the illusion. Dream’s entire body slumps forward slightly, like he’d been released from a bond that tied him straight and upright.

[pissfizz]

Do I post slightly nsfwish Hajime in a playboy bunny outfit that I drew or will I be crucified for it

[fifteenminutes-if]

RO reactions to overhearing MC gushing about them to a good friend of theirs? Like they're saying how awesome the RO is, how much they love the RO, they feel like the RO is their soulmate, etc etc

we'll assume this is at a stage in mc's relationship with all the ROs where it's been a few months after first meeting/reconnecting (or in val's case, a few months after reconnecting and trying to either avoid you or aggravate you into starting world war three)

slightly nsfwish? discussions of sexual themes for maddox

maddox: flabbergasted and dismayed. there'd be a little ember of hope simmering beneath the consternation, but the dominant feeling would be fear. they're not stable and they know it. their ex-partner knew it and the aftermath of that relationship left maddox in shambles. and people always want something from maddox so the concept of loving them for them and not what they can do for someone is incomprehensible. they'd be very withdrawn and a little insecure after hearing this. they'd spiral down rabbit holes of how they could fuck up their relationship with you and would eventually push for "breaking up" your PR relationship. carrying on something fake with you would not tickle their fancy.

(fwb route): if this is a few months in, they'd be relieved lol because they would've started off this relationship with the intent to keep it casual but would've fell for you gradually. then kept it bottled up and attributed it to the intimacy afforded during sex (something they don't find in other corners of his life). they'd still experience the uncertainty and fear described above, but would feel a bit more secure because your pillow talks and morning-afters would've become a natural part of their life and they'd feel more connected to you. not saying sex is necessary for them to feel connected to their partner, but the circumstances led to them getting to know you on a more personal level than a more friendly/hostile/indifferent route.

mateo (past ex route): precious baby boy. would be on cloud nine for the rest of the day and would get an earful from his family for it. it would feel like kismet to him—something fated, something profound. he let you go and you found your way back to each other. would try to give you space to come to him with the confession yourself but wouldn't be able to stop himself from reacting to your voice and your touch (even more than usual). i.e., if you were to casually brush past him, he'd stop breathing. you'd be a near constant in his dreams. and it would really only be a matter of time until he blurts something out, but until then he'd be content with admiring you from afar. he'd take you in any form you can give.

(past friends/acquaintance route): not the most shocked tbh. he's quite perceptive and had sensed a shift in the way you acted around him ever since you reconnected. doesn't mean he's not extremely pleased though. similar to exes route, would want you to come to him with a confession but would drop subtle hints to nudge you there. would be a smug little bastard.

carmen: immediately feels tears gathering at the back of her eyes. you've gotten to know her beyond the persona she wants the world to see and you love her in the face of all her mistakes and flaws? the terrifying ordeal of being known lol not something she's had to deal with for much of her life because people are content to love the ideal version of herself (aka the perfect pop star). i think having just one person extend love to the ugly, suppressed parts of her without inhibition would literally break her. carmen would be over the moon and bursting at the seams to flag you down and do a grand confession. it would be messy and she'd be sobbing half the time, but she'd be determined to make it happen. she's more in tune with her feelings than some of the other clowns in this circus and once she has MC, she's not letting go.

robin: first instinct is to turn right around and leave. robin prides themselves on being a morally upstanding person (because they're annoying like that) and eavesdropping on someone—especially someone they're making the focal point of [REDACTED]—goes against their code of ethics. but, when they catch their name they can't help but listen in out of pure curiosity. hearing you gush over them would rekindle something in them they buried long ago, but there'd be so many (so. many.) alarm bells ringing in their head. they'd eventually rip themselves away from the scene and lie awake at night, overturning every word you had said in their mind. and yes, it would be branded into their brain forever. they'd eventually come to a decision to not pursue anything, and from then on they'd make an even greater effort to be as professional as possible. because you're an unknown and they know they'd have to become an amnesiac in order to resist your pull.

val (ex friends route): crushed beyond belief. they always believed you were too good for them—their hands can be gentle but more often than not they're folded into fists. and hearing you confess your love for them despite everything they put you through? val would basically skip town thinking they're doing you both a favour. they'd torture themselves with what ifs and fight the violent urge to show up at your apartment door and ask why. i guess this is where i reveal that val had a massive crush on you back when your band was together in both routes lol they just suppressed it for years. and the possibility that you could've loved them when things were good—when they had a chance with you, when they would've stayed if you asked—would keep them up at night.

(ex rivals (?) route): oh, they'd be so mad. villainizing you by thinking of you as a competitor is how they hold onto their anger and frustration against you. you being in love with them goes against the very fabric of your relationship. they'd be even more hostile than usual, going out of their way to provoke you into arguments while secretly hoping they can tease out an impassioned confession straight from your mouth. they wouldn't know what to do beyond that point if you were to confess though. the occasional stray thought of kissing you senseless (if your MC likes that kind of intimacy) runs through their mind, but they quash that line of thinking real quick.

[tetrakys]

SO HOU HAVE A COLLECTION OF PORN LANCE DRAWINGS?!

Share… its… to my friend i swear

It's noooot a collection, it's just 2.

And they aren’t exactly full drawings. I sometimes look for pose bases I like and ask Chino to draw on top of them. I don't know who the original authors of the bases are otherwise I would tag/link them, but these are the two I've used so far x and x.

And these are the drawing edits 😌 I have to link them otherwise tumblr will scold me, so beware of the slightly nsfwish content: x and x.

I asked the second for the prison scene in EDC, the first just because we never got a smirking Lance sex illu and I... needed one 🫣

[nooradeservedbetter]

Sunday Snippet except it's Monday

because I was already off my laptop yesterday. Sooo. Tagged by the lovely @nouies and @lunarheslwt this is yet again a piece for my @1daboficfest which I hope to complete this week so I can rest. This veers a bit into nsfwish territory, just be aware.

“I’m an omega,” said Louis, voice low. “I’m an omega,” he repeated, a bit louder. Trembling.

Harry looked at him. “You’re an Omega,” he said, fond.

He was wearing a dusty pink blouse, slightly open to show off his dainty pearl necklace, and comfortable brown trousers, pink fuzzy socks on the carpeted floor. He had a dusting of sparkles on his eyelids, mascara, tinted lip balm.

Louis was wearing a big grey sweater with Adidas tracksuit bottoms, and black cotton socks. He felt underdressed compared to Harry, felt like the roles were reversed. “I’m an omega,” he repeated. “I don’t want to—I,” he said. “I don’t think I can wear what you wear.”

Harry looked down at himself, crease appearing between his eyebrows, “Yeah,” he said. “And?”

“I don’t know,” said Louis. “Doesn’t it make me a bad omega or something?”

“A bad—oh baby, no,” said Harry. He seemed to debate internally for a bit, then shook his head. “Do you think that wearing makeup or frilly clothes makes me a bad Alpha?” he asked.

Louis scrunched his nose. “No,” he said. “Doesn’t even make you less dominating,” he joked, making Harry smirk.

“That’s because you just want to be pushed around a bit in order to submit, baby,” he said. “I could wear a black rubbish bag, and as soon as you take off your patch you start leaking for me.”

Louis felt his cheeks on fire. They hadn’t taken their patches off anymore, and Louis’ patch ensured that he couldn’t get as wet as he would without, but still, Harry had him much wetter than anticipated, prick and cunt and ass dripping in preparation for his hands, his mouth, his cock. “That’s not the point,” he said primly.

“That’s not the point,” Harry conceded. “And I will ignore that you shifted the conversation to sex for your sake.”

Tagging @hellolovers13 @enchantedlandcoffee @justahappycloud @persephoneflouwers @larry-hiatus @larrysballetslippers (no pressure!!)