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I had a nightmare about you? I wanna know more
oh hey buddy :3 it's a prompt that was sent to me from one of those posts on tumblr that I reblogged, when I begged for some and then i started writing it and didn't finish it LOL
i think it was an attempt to hold onto the steddie (steve and eddie from stranger things) fixation.
and honestly the prompt ( “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”) is so good and right up my alley. I only wrote a lil bit, but ya gotta love the hurt comfort of it all am i right? lol:
Eddie startles awake by the sound of his telephone loudly ringing in the night. He’d be angry if not for the sensation that the call saved him from a far worse fate. Only the memory of teeth ripping into flesh remains, the nightmare itself long gone from his conscious brain. He feels more zombie than man as he gets up to pick up the screaming phone, dragging himself over with the strength of a dying man just wanting the noise to stop, just for the small chance to fall back asleep.
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hwo do your faves deal with it <3 (teh selfhsip q)
How do my faves deal with me when I’m in attention-seeking mode?
Kakashi takes me out to walk the pups. He knows that fresh air, energetic dogs and being able to hold his hand whilst we walk will do wonders for me. We play fetch in the park, maybe take a picnic which he lovingly made and I know he’ll end up chasing me around the trees whilst the dogs watch on. Scooping me up as I squeal and carrying me back to the blanket for cuddles.
Nanami will give me whatever I want. Cuddles? Done. Curl up on his lap? Easy. Spend time baking together? No problem at all. However, he has a breaking point and if it seems to be a phase that isn’t ending then he’ll sit me down and ask me what’s caused it. I don’t have these moments often and he knows that so he wants to make sure I’m alright.
Daichi is a bit of a combination of the above two. He’ll give me whatever I ask for and he’s also looking for ways to help diffuse the situation or divert into something practical. Is there a diy project we’ve been meaning to get to? Planning a vacation or short weekend away? He’s very in tune with me so he almost senses when these moments are coming and he low-key likes that I crave his attention because it makes him feel wanted and appreciated.
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honestly i love imagining the reader trying to ride homelander for the first time and him moaning/being overstimulated when she sits on him and her forgetting who he is for a second and going 'shit, did i hurt you?' and him just. being so conflicted by that phrase. of course a human can't ever hurt him and you should watch your tone but also... it's nice you care so much for him. makes him feel cared for, in a way
18+! Given the sounds he makes, no one could blame you for mistaking one for pain. That sharp gasp and the breathless keening moan that follows it.
"Oh fuck," you breathe, hand braced on his bare chest, legs tightly bracketing his hips. He's sweltering beneath you, holding your hips in trembling hands. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
He opens his pleasure-bleary eyes, confused.
It'd be laughable if he wasn't so delirious. You? Hurt him? No, it's another matter entirely. He's accustomed to his gloves and his padded suit acting as a barrier to the world, to the overwhelm of sensation, but he has none of that when he's beneath you.
He's completely at the mercy of the wet, clenching heat of you. It's a betrayal of his stamina that he becomes too sensitive to continue long before he's finished with you.
"What? No, nngh, it's... y'just... y'just feel really fucking good," he says, nearly chokes on that last word. "Too good. So much. It's so much."
"Do you want to stop?" You ask, touching his jaw. Your thumb strokes his cheek and he moans for the tenderness of it. For the care. He'd begun to think there wasn't anyone who could witness what he's capable of and still think to treat him gently.
"No! No, just... just stay... Stay like this," he says, holds you still while he recovers.
You oblige him—you always do—and bend over to kiss him. Your lips are slow and loving against his, coaxing. You cup his face with both hands and sit with him inside you, feeling you, tasting you. It's torturous bliss. He slips his tongue into your mouth, greedy for as much as he can get despite the magnitude of it all, and you lick right back into his.
With a smile, you sink down until your chests are pressed together. His hands slide up your back and he wraps his arms around you, embracing you, needing you more than he's never needed anything in his life. Your lips are like velvet against his, slick with spit and kiss swollen. It's so much more than he's ever had, so much more than he knows how to handle.
He comes just like that, without having to move a muscle, his cry swallowed up by your dreamy kisses.
#thank u anon u inspired me!! just a lil smackerel of smut to get us thru the day ahaha#homelander x reader#homelander x you#homelander smut#homelander fanfiction#my writing#darling anon#ask and you shall receive#smut
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We need more of the werewolf girlfriend. (Pretty please?)
Oh no, Don’t ask about my foster oc’s I can’t be normal about them!😱❤️
Her name is Mús (mouse) and I’m still trying to nail down her design!😂
Here she is with her tiny bastard boyfriend ,Vespríus.👇
My author friend created them so they are just my foster children, but I love them so much!
#grey art#grey oc’s#kinda not really#original comic#graphic novel#chracter design#werewolf#she’s so pretty I just can’t draw her hair properly!#grey answers#thank you for asking for her my darling!#I love a couple with dramatic height difference#but only when it’s the guy who’s smaller😂#it just brings me so much joy
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In my meme era 💅
#ask me stuff#send me asks#ever after high#ever after high fanart#eah#darlapple#darling charming#dappling#darling isn’t a morning person AT ALL#idk who initially posted this but thank you 🥹🤌🏼#eah ships#eah fanart#eah meme#ever after high darling charming#ever after high apple white
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I offer a pesky snail in the slime :) felt a bit silly today, hope you’re going well ^^
effervescent!
#mcyt#grian#hermitcraft#grian fanart#daily-grian#guest#darling-ed#ask#thank u the guest daily is much appreciated <3#just in general always but especially rn since my (owl) hand is broken
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AAAAAAAA 😭😭😭😭 PLZ PLZ PLZ DRAW MORE OF WALLY WITH HIS HAIR LIKE THAT IN THE DAYCARE DRAWING ITS SO BEAUTIFUL, ILL GIVE YOU MY SOUL AND MY MONEY AND MY HAIR AND MY HANDS, all of your drawings are just faNTASTIC❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Hand them over NOW
#welcome home#clownillustrations#welcome home puppet show#my art#fanart#digital art#puppeteer wally#human wally darling#sketch#give it#THANK YOUOUOU#🤍🤍🤍#ask answered
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So i remember an ask mentioning your mortal enemy, Felis Atra and their cats, and i thought it'd be fun to draw what Felis Atra's version of your italian dogs would be.
I think they would be called Butter Knife and Flamengo! Butter Knife is not his real name, it's an nickname given by his peers because of how harmless he is. I choose Flamengo because that's the name of Vasco's rival football team here in Brazil, so i thought that was the perfect name :)
Cat Machete was slightly inspired by the Oriental Shorthair cat because of their long noses and thin head shape.
Cat Vasco was inspired by the Scottish Fold cat, because FLOPPY EARS. I gave Flamengo longer ears and orange fur to make him more like his look-alike.
The last doodle is a reference to this ask (https://canisalbus.tumblr.com/post/728923918314946560/me-i-am-machete-ear-fan-number-1-those-ears) and contains the tumblr ask stand-in dog, whose cat version was inspired by the American Curl cat! They have round ears that are slightly floppy outwards.
Final notes: I know cardinal clothes don't come in vibrant blue, but i was ADAMANT on switching Machete's and Vasco's clothing color patterns. I would draw the rest of Butter Knife's and Flamengo's clothes, but i suck at designing cool outfits.
Speaking of outfits, for Machete's iconic void outfit, i figured it would be fun to make it more baggy for Butter Knife, in contrast to Machete's, that looks very tight-fitted. I think it's cute, it kinda looks like a sweater. Also i can't imagine a Machete doppelganger without high heels boots, so those HAD to stay.
Oh, and just to be clear, i'm not like, claiming ownership of these guys or anything. I just thought it would be a fun exercise. Hope you like them!! I love your art and your characters.
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#imagine if Vaschete but CATS and REVERSED -> Butter knife ;_; and Flamengo <3#this ask is from last year and I'm sorry I've allowed it sit in my inbox for so long ´m`#but I've been thinking about it intermittedly#the context was that someone said that somewhere out there existed my mortal enemy (felis atra = black/dark cat)#and they had frenzied cat ocs instead of melancholic dogs#first of all they both look so darling I'm getting radiation poisoning just from looking at them aaaaaa#and the fact you put so much thought and effort into this concept is making me go absolutely rabid#extremely strange seeing Machete with big pupils and Vasco with tiny pinpoints#Butter knife purring like a fluffy jackhammer is instant serotonin I love him#and yes if you turned Machete to a cat he'd probably be something resembling an oriental shorthair#especially one of those really exaggerated ones with giant bat ears and roman nose#and I keep visualizing Vasco as a scottish fold as well but it's kind of giving me sad bad feels personally#I can't look past their painful and debilitating health issues#the same mutation that causes the floppy ears also destroys the cartilage in their joints#it's such a shame because they're a terribly cute and charming breed#and in this case they really do have those similar rounded friendly shapes that Vasco does#if I ever draw them as cats myself I'll probably have to think of some other breed for him even though it would be such a perfect fit#also I think it's funny how you can swap everything else but Machete's heels have to stay :'> don't separate the crinkle and his boots#thank you so much! this was such a cool ask to receive I love how you designed their cat forms#gift art#dingergum#Machete#Vasco#own characters#Vaschete scenarios
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I can’t stop thinking about getting cock from a big grumpy man! (Think of your fav COD guy/Miguel for this ). He’s so grumpy and snappy to anyone but you… but when he’s buried deep in your walls, he’d almost whine at how hot and wet you are.. breeding you really makes his rough demeanor slip away.
When he shifts his body weight on top of you and empties his thick cum your cervix, for the first time today he’s totally relaxed. Cock warming becomes essential part of your previously rough sex session - 💖
kkkkkk heart you absolute genius. I'm gonna give you a big juicy kiss for this
Also this just SCREAMS big, grumpy, older Colonel König!! He may have mellowed out more with age but the stress connected with the job, his lingering anxiety, his natural tendency towards violence when provoked, being extremely touch starved and on top of that some recruit messing up a simple job is a dangerous cocktail when it comes to him and now you have this 6'10 man made of pure strength, who was used as a human battering ram, angry and fuming, almost growling under his hood and all the soldiers run like their asses are on fire because no one wants to cross König when he's in that state.
But luckily there is sweet little you! The sweet young thing, the up and coming hacker girl that has many soldiers swooning after and yet you still managed to capture the colonels heart, so now you have a responsibility to uphold, that means to get your beast of a man to relax and calm down...if only you knew.
Your high pitched whines bounced off of the walls of your shared bedroom on base as the large, heavy body of your boyfriend thrusted in and out of your poor abused cunt, his hefty cock shived right against your cervix spurting so much cum inside you that you'd think he already came :(( König's just so frustrated!! All the pent up emotions and anger build up, not to mention the long mission that had his balls full and aching so so terribly and now that he had his hands back on sweet little you, he was going full out, you were not leaving his room without a belly full of his fertile cum, mot likely with a baby on the way :((
For all the anger and frustration König was a surprising whiny lover, especially when he was balls deep inside you, grunts and growls intertwining with breathy whines and pleads to accept everything he's giving you, to accept his sperm, please allow him to breed you good, is he not enough? :(( He's showing off as much as he can; sure he's in his 40's but he's large, he's healthy and strong and so so caring, he's the perfect candidate to father your babies so please let him breed you nice and good :((
He'll only mellow out after he feels your soft walls clench tightly on his dick as you whine and moan up a storm to 'please be more gentle and delicate, you're still sore' and after he finally gets to cum deep inside you, his heavy cock still shooting rope after rope of backed up cum, finally the uncomfortable feeling of fullness in his balls stopping and now you two are left laying on the bed, all sweaty and tired and sore but satisfied, your tired but radiant smile lighting up König's mood even more as you two nuzzle against each other and murmur sweet nothings, his now softening cock still being lodged deep inside you and as you two lay down to rest you sometimes feel him twitch to which you two make tiny overstimulated noises while whispering promises of love and your shared future together <3
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#this was so cute and hot ;;#i loved this#thank you for the delicious thought darling <3#cod mw x reader#cod x reader#konig x reader#könig x reader
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(AN: Reader is 13-15, Arthur, 23-24)
Warnings: Not incest, strictly platonic, angst, fluff
You watched Arthur’s every move as he settled in, his face weary yet hardened, scrubbing off remnants of dirt and whatever else he’d encountered in the washing barrel. You lowered the clothes you were folding, feeling the slight twinge of nerves as you reached for his stew.
He liked it hot, which meant you had to reheat the pot. You realized you hadn’t eaten all day, but you brushed the thought aside. Taking the bowl in hand, you crossed over to him as he finally sat down, visibly exhausted.
“Here, Arthur." You said softly, extending the bowl to him.
He grunted in response, the closest thing to a “thank you” he would offer, and took it from you, his gaze giving you a quick once-over before returning to his meal. Routine checkup as you called it.
Trying to bridge the silence, you ventured, “So...how was it?”
Arthur barely looked up. “Was what?”
“The job…” You tried not to sound too eager, but the truth was, you were starved for any scrap of conversation, any glimpse into the part of his life that stayed cloaked in secrecy.
“Went well.” He replied curtly, still focused on his food.
A brief silence followed as you fiddled with a strand of hair, tucking it behind your ear. You felt a familiar ache bloom at the base of your skull and then another one at the abdomen, a dreadful sensation. Just then, it hit you, your period was due.
You froze, holding the empty tray as the realization dawned. Arthur looked up, stew mid-bite, and raised a brow at your sudden stillness, your gaze into space.
“What’s got you standin’ there like a ghost?” he muttered.
“Huh? Oh… nothing,” you managed to reply, trying to appear casual, hoping he wouldn’t notice the faint flush that had spread across your face.
“Need... anything?”
"Um..." You started pondering which perhaps went on for a minute.
Arthur’s gruff voice interrupted your thoughts. He reached into his pocket and, with a casual flick, tossed a few crumpled bills onto the tray. “Your pocket money. Now, go brew the coffee.”
The whole thing felt like a bad joke. Arthur tossed you a few bucks every so often, calling it "pocket money," like you could waltz into town and buy whatever you wanted. But he was always right there with you whenever you went to the market, keeping a close eye on everything. Or you had to give him the list.
“Uh? Um... th-thanks.”
Arthur's brow furrowed, his gaze sharpening. "What’s wrong with you today? Why are you actin’ weird?”
You forced a chuckle, shaking your head. “I’m fine, actually. You’re the one who is wei-, um looks tired. I’ll get on with the coffee.”
Before he could question you further, you hurried off, trying to shake the unease settling in your stomach. As you set the coffee pot on, you remembered the stew you’d set aside for yourself and turned toward the wagon, only to see Pearson ladling out the last bowl for himself.
A pang of frustration mixed with the ache of hunger, you’d been so careful, setting everything up, and now even that small comfort had slipped through your fingers.
First, the looming sense of dread that seemed to haunt your every step, and now this, a missed meal because Pearson snatched up the last bowl of stew without a second thought. Emotions churned, thick and heavy, clouding your mind as you went about your tasks in a haze.
You delivered Arthur’s damn coffee, scrubbed his dishes clean, and finished up the rest of your chores, all while running on nothing more than stale biscuits and the last dregs of (tea/coffee). Asking others for food? You didn’t want to be seen as Arthur’s sister, the one mooching off his work, asking for scraps, felt cheap, when he practically carried the camp on his shoulders. The thought made your stomach churn with resentment and embarrassment. Yeah, not something a Morgan does. Although in your opinion, you shouldn't be doing anything if he earns the most...but whatever. Asking from your brother? If he found out you skipped lunch. He’d be livid, calling you reckless or worse for not managing the basics, you couldn't handle a scolding at the moment.
Frustration gnawed at you. It wasn't just the hunger, it was the constant grind of chores, endless and thankless, all because you were one of the few women in the camp. Susan wielded her age like a shield, always finding ways to rest while you and Annabelle picked up the slack. But even Annabelle was too busy, neck-deep in whatever business kept her hands clean of the daily tasks. And so, it fell to you.
You flopped onto your cot, hiding your face in the pillow as the pains of hunger and period mixed with a deeper ache, one of loneliness, exhaustion, and memories you could almost taste. You remembered your mother’s gentle hand on your forehead when you were ill, the comforting smell of warm food she’d bring, and the luxury of rest she allowed you. It felt like a distant, lost dream now. Here, rest wasn’t an option, it was a rare privilege you couldn’t afford. Great, now your pillow is also wet with tears.
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You were knee-deep in a mountain of laundry, your temper simmering with each aggressive scrub against the washboard. The clothes bore the brunt of your pent-up frustration, wrung and scrubbed with a vengeance. Suddenly, something light and obnoxious hit the basket, a boy’s underwear. You knew immediately who the culprit was.
"How. Dare. You?" you snapped, eyes narrowing.
John, already a few steps away, stopped and turned, a lazy smirk creeping across his face. "What? You’re the one washing."
"Yes, I am the one washing, you jerk." You grabbed the offending article and chucked it back at him, hitting him square in the face. His eyes widened, and he gasped, genuinely taken aback.
"But I am not washing that!" you said, pointing at the ragged underwear as if it were a symbol of all your grievances. "Those are for you to wash, understand?"
John held the underwear in his hands, clearly bewildered. "What? Why? Is it not… a cloth? And why would I wash it? I’ve got way more important things to do." His voice grated against your headache, every word echoing like a drumbeat in your skull.
"Important huh? Okay. Then let's solve this problem another way."
You could feel your patience unraveling, and, without thinking, you yanked a pair of scissors from your belt and snipped through the fabric with one swift motion.
"Hey! That was one of my two pairs! What the hell is wrong with you?!" he yelped, clutching the scraps as if they were made of gold.
"Then maybe you should think twice before tossing them my way! Now go and cry." you shot back, but the anger and heat were taking their toll. Your vision blurred slightly, the world beginning to spin.
John’s voice rose in protest, but it sounded muffled, distant. You took a step back, steadying yourself on the edge of the wash basin, blinking rapidly to try and clear your head. "Damn heat… and damn you, John…" you muttered, but the words seemed to tangle and drift as darkness crept in at the corners of your vision.
Your eyes fluttered open, and the first sight that met you was Ms. Grimshaw, her familiar face creased with concern as she fanned you gently with a worn-out piece of fabric.
"Ah! You are awake, quite the theatrics you put on out there..." Her voice was both exasperated and relieved. You let out a soft groan in response, turning onto your side, trying to escape the brightness of the day that felt too harsh against your feverish skin. Your throat felt like sandpaper, and the heavy weight of your head pressed down against the pillow.
"T-time...?" you managed to croak, the words feeling foreign in your mouth.
"It's four," she replied, a hint of annoyance in her tone.
Your eyes shot open wide in panic. "T-the clothes? I-"
Susan rolled her eyes, cutting you off. "I washed them, don't worry. But tomorrow you gotta do them, got it? And what’s with you tearing that boy’s underwear?"
"Huh...? What?" Confusion clouded your thoughts as you reached for your canteen, the bitter taste in your mouth only worsening your discomfort.
"Forget it," she huffed, shaking her head. "Oh, I hear him. I think Arthur's back."
Panic surged through you as you struggled to focus, the realization hitting hard. Arthur. You had to see him, make his coffee, bring him his food, and make sure he knew you were at the camp and doing your part in the camp. But every instinct in you rebelled against the idea, your muscles weak and senses dulled as if they’d given up the fight.
Your vision blurred, and you sank deeper into the cot, eyelids heavy, your body refusing to cooperate. You barely registered Susan’s faint, dismissive muttering as she left the tent, her words blending into a haze of disapproval. For now, making sure Arthur was taken care of was the least of your worries.
Meanwhile, Susan spotted Arthur sitting by his cot, his irritation palpable. Freshly cleaned up from his last job, he seemed expectant, perhaps wondering where you were with his usual meal or coffee. Sensing an opportunity to stir up trouble, she approached him, her tone casual but dripping with judgment.
"Mr. Morgan," she began with a sly look, "your sister did nothing today. Not a damn thing. And right now? She’s sleeping in, like she's royalty or something."
Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “Why would she do that?”
“Who knows?” Susan shrugged with exaggerated indifference. “She had some spat with John, then just sulked off and refused to lift a finger.”
The moment the words left her lips, Arthur was on his feet, his expression hardening. Without a word to Susan, he strode to your tent and pushed open the flap, not bothering to knock. His gaze swept over you, expecting to find you feigning sleep, or maybe just ignoring the day’s tasks.
"What the hell is you-"
But the sight of you, lying pale and motionless beneath the blanket, immediately stopped him in his tracks. A faint flush tinged your face, and your breathing was shallow. His agitation shifted to alarm in an instant.
Arthur knelt beside you, his hand reaching to press gently against your forehead, feeling the unmistakable heat of fever radiating through his palm. “Damn it,” he muttered, guilt and worry flooding his face. He’d been ready to scold you for shirking camp duties, and instead, here you were, worn down to the bone.
Your eyes fluttered open, barely focusing as you tried to mumble something. “Arthur... I meant... to get your food… just…”
His jaw tightened, frustration directed inward. “You’ve been pushin’ yourself too hard,” he said, his voice low but edged with anger, at himself, at Susan, at anyone who’d failed to notice what you were going through. “You’re coming with me to the clinic, no arguments.”
You nodded weakly, relief and exhaustion settling over you. Without another word, he slipped his arms beneath you, lifting you up with a gentleness that made your heart ache.
As he carried you to the stables, he did not forget to throw a bloodthirsty look at Susan making her gulp. It clearly stated.
'You are dead if something happens to her.'
The air in the clinic was thick with the smell of antiseptic and the soft rustle of the doctor’s coat as he examined you. Arthur sat beside you, his brow furrowed with concern, his hand clenched into a fist resting on his thigh. You lay on the cot, shivering despite the blanket wrapped around you, your pallor alarming him even more than before. The doctor’s voice was a distant murmur, but the words echoed in your ears.
“She’s suffering from dehydration fever. It’s left her weak, but with proper treatment, she should recover. Make sure she stays hydrated, and she’ll need rest, here's the prescription and you can go home if you want once the drip is finished..” The doctor turned to you one last time with a gentle smile. "Rest well, alright? Lots of it."
As soon as the door clicked shut behind the doctor, Arthur turned to you, his expression shifting from worry to something sharper, more intense. “What the hell were you thinking?!” he snapped, his voice low but edged with anger. “You could have told me you weren’t feeling well. Instead, you’ve been pushing yourself like this?”
You flinched at his tone, the weight of his words mixing with the guilt that already gnawed at you. “I--but you said...that I gotta...work...” you started, but the words caught in your throat, and instead of explanations, tears began to prick at your eyes.
"FUCK WHAT I SAID!- "He rubbed his forehead in frustration. "I also said to take care of yourself, I am not always around! And just--look at you..."
“I--I didn’t mean to,” you stammered, your voice trembling. “I thought I could manage...”
“Thought!?” he echoed, incredulous. “You can’t just think you can handle it all when you’re this sick! You’ve been working yourself to the bone! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you ask for help?” His voice rose with each word, frustration spilling over as he paced the floor, refusing to meet your gaze.
"And what did you just tell the doctor, huh? That this wasn't the first time it happened?! Are you kidding me?! Are you tryin' to waste yourself?!"
The harshness of his tone cut through you, and you couldn’t help the tears that began to spill down your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your throat tightening. As you looked into his furious eyes, the dam broke. The tears spilt over, hot and unrelenting as you remembered all the times, you put him and others first, in fear.
In fear of being left with strangers while Arthur is away and thinking that they might say or do something to you if you don't do the work properly.
"Damn it,” he murmured, his voice softening. “I didn’t mean to-”
“I was...scared and I-I--miss her,” you sobbed, clutching the blanket tightly around you as if it could shield you from the pain. “I miss Mama. She would know what to do. She would take care of me…please take me to Mama...” Your voice cracked, the memories of her soothing presence and the comfort she always provided weighing heavily on your heart.
Arthur’s anger faltered as he watched you break down. hearing you call for Mama again and again was agonizing. He felt his heart twist painfully at your words, the memories of your mother hanging heavy in the air. “I know,” he said quietly, his voice losing its edge. He reached out, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, his own frustration melting away in the face of your grief. “I miss her too. But you can’t go on like this. You need to take care of yourself for her, for both of us. And why the hell are you scared, you are my sis' and as long as I am alive, no one can touch a strand of yours,” He pulled you in a side hug carefully.
"And listen here, from now on, you only do my chores. Fuck the camp." You pulled away slightly, in shock.
"W-what?"
He nodded with a playful smile. "Damn right. You get better and you do my work only. Susan can surely handle the others, right?"
You blinked up at him, your surprise turning into disbelief. “Arthur, you can’t just tell me to ignore everything else... I can’t put that on Susan. She-”
He interrupted you with a firm squeeze of your hand, his eyes softening. “I can and I will. You need to rest, and if that means I have to play the tyrant for a bit, so be it. Besides, Susan can manage. She’s been slacking off more than you realize. And if someone has a problem with it then they can come to me. Anytime.”
A small laugh, almost devilish, bubbled up despite your exhaustion, the tension easing slightly. You snuggled back into the hug to calm your shivering.
“That's...that would be fun to watch."
He nodded and you decided to press your advantage. “Um…so tell her to do your chores too-”
"Don't get too ahead of yourself now."
I hate you.
“Get well soon, and you better take your meds and all when I ain’t around.” Arthur’s voice held a rough tenderness, though he masked it with a gruff tone. Beneath his impatience, you sensed a genuine worry, a hint of eagerness for you to recover, not that he’d admit it, of course. His true motive, or so he told himself, was purely practical.
Pearson’s stew lacked the warmth and care you added to every meal, and coffee was never quite right unless you made it.
He groaned inwardly, imagining another week of choking down meals without your touch. But the look he shot you as he spoke was more protective than he probably intended, softening just enough that you knew he was looking out for you.
“Did ye’ even hear me, missy?” he muttered, noticing your eyelids drooping, his words somewhere between annoyed and fond.
You jumped, startled out of the drowsiness that was starting to creep over you, and gave a hum of acknowledgement.
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John rushed up to Arthur as he emerged from your tent, having just ensured you were well-fed and rested.
"What is it, you rascal?" Arthur asked, turning to face him with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.
“Um... I was looking forward to a compensation…” John trailed off, shuffling his feet awkwardly.
“For?” Arthur raised an eyebrow amused, the impatience creeping into his tone.
“(Y/N), tore... she... tore my underwear, which is not fair...I only asked her to wash it...I mean....”
A smirk crept across Arthur's face. “She did the right thing, I am proud of her.” He grabbed John by the back of his neck, pulling him close with a playful yet threatening grin.
"My sis ain't your maid, boy, got it? In fact, nobody's maid here. Wash your shit yourself.” The playful banter vanished, replaced by a weighty silence as Arthur's gaze hardened. He gave John a firm shove, sending him stumbling back and casually walking back to his own tent, chuckling at the boy's foolish request.
#platonic#asks#thanks anon!#platonic yandere#platonic headcanons#yandere rdr2#rdr2 community#rdr2 arthur#rdr2#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan x you#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x reader#yandere arthur morgan#yandere brother#brother#x sister reader#yandere x darling#fluff#angst#light angst#possessive#soft yandere#read dead redemption 2#yancore#male yandere#yandere male#yanblr#yandere#yan blog
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Hihi, could you maybe accept some more lore to your after home wally as request for art? Have a good day!!
More under cut! Decided to go WAY back to do some preliminary explaining for it; explore Home and Wally's relationship and "responsibilities" .
#welcome home#welcome home puppet show#welcome home fanart#welcome home arg#wally darling#frank frankly#howdy pillar#home#HOW THE F U C K DID IT GET THIS LONG THO#its all frikin exposition even#I have a lot of work to do but this was fun#Wally is Home's little attack dog#coasting on the 'home is the true villain' idea!#welcoem home au#THANKS FOR THE ASK#AfterHomeAU#art tag#welcome home art tag
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Can I have some big boi beta! Wally?
Sure thing, dear anon! Here you go
❤💛💙
#wh#welcome home project#welcome home#wally darling#welcome home art#welcome home fanart#welcome home puppet show#beta#beta wally#anon ask#send anons#thanks anon!#asks#sketch#digital#art#drawing#he's such a sassy dork i love him#also trying new looks
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I’m so sorry Amy this is NASTY but from the moment I saw the chest fuzz on HL my first thought was how sensitive it would make the nips when fucking cause of the texture
18+ homelander x reader. boob stuff, body hair appreciation, overstimulation, flying sex, cream pie. never apologize to me i will always make it nastier. 🖤
At first the brush of it is divine. It wrings a gasp from low in the back of your throat, has you kneading the taut muscles of his back while he pounds into you. Homelander's body hair isn't overly coarse, but it hardly matters when his chest is pressed flush to yours, his lips on your throat.
You feel his every huff and whimper more than you hear them. They pair perfectly with the desperate grip he has on your hips, holding you in place with his whole body as he fucks you against the ceiling.
Now the grind of his chest against yours is beginning to take a toll. You shiver with his every move, growing more and more tender with the friction. Your cunt quivers tight around his cock and he stifles a hot moan into the crook of your neck.
His cock, more thick than long and nicely curved, strokes that sweet spot inside you that strikes stars behind your eyelids with every snap of his hips. You fist your hand in his hair and pull until his lips meet yours.
"Fuck," he gasps against your lips, threads of saliva snapping between your hungry mouths. "You drive me fucking crazy."
"Don't blame me for that," you respond breathlessly, licking right back into his mouth. "You were there when I got here."
He grins, giving a ravenous little growl and a sharp thrust. "Fine. Crazier."
The two of you climax like that, entwined and floating high off the ground, your ascension halted only by the height of the ceiling. Only once the aftershocks fade out does Homelander begin to sink back down to the bed. You feel as if you're in the clouds, floating on euphoria and his warm, soft body.
Still trembling, you lift yourself up. This is how you had started; astride him, riding him until the wild bucks of his hips had lifted you both up, up, up.
You smooth your hands down your own chest, goosebumps erupting everywhere. You give his pec a slap, the thwap of it dulled by the padding of hair. "You rug burned my whole chest," you chastise, though your tone is colored by your smile.
He sucks in a breath, contemplating the condition of your skin as he blows out a raspberry. He cups your breasts in gentle hands and pushes them together and up, meeting the pearl-soft flesh of them with his lips. He kisses apologies all over each one, flicking his tongue over your nipples for the way you gasp and tug his hair when he does.
His spent cock, still buried deep inside you, throbs valiantly as he sucks one breast into his mouth, tonguing your nipple in slow circles. You shudder and grind down in retaliation, the both of you hyper-sensitive, moving leisurely against one another as your satiation passes and the need for more grows.
You ride him slow and deep until he comes again. You rub your clit to the feel of his mouth on your chest and his come dripping out of you until you, too, orgasm, the tight spasm of your cunt reducing the most powerful man in the world to a simpering mess between your thighs.
The two of you untangle your limbs only to jigsaw right back together, his back to your sensitive chest, your arms around him, fingers scratching through the very hair you complained about.
"I could start waxing again," he says, words lazily slurring together.
"Don't you dare," you murmur, nuzzling the spot just behind his ear, kissing the shell of it. He interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand to his chest. "You're perfect as is."
You don't need to see him to know he's smiling. You feel it in the slant of his lips when he presses the back of your hand to them.
#been awhile since i had enough inspo to drop random smut ficlets!!!!#thank you anon ilu#darling anon#ask and you shall receive#homelander x reader#homelander x you#x reader#homelander#my writing#smut
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Heyy! i hope you're having a wonderful day today let's start with that! <3 Soo I know many people find the Jason Todd friends with benefits au hot but personally...I CAN'T. My softy self will cry of jealousy so hard because of the no strings attached thingy. I couldn’t help imagine reader and Jason in that situation (hope this is understandable its my first ask and im still working on my english!) Love your writings and please don't feel pressured to write if you're not feeling up to it!
no bc i have been thinking about this and IEDJFHNEIJF i have opinions. There is only ONE (1) correct way to do fwb w jason and it is ANGST.
You're both hopelessly in love with each other. You both know it, but you can't be everything you want to be. You can't have the one thing you want most, but this will just have to be enough.
His eyes always linger on you. No matter what you're doing. It's like he gets drunk on just watching you move. He'll sit on your couch after he swore he'd stop coming over. He watches you wash dishes and wipe down the counters. He twitches every time you move as if he wants to stop you, as if he wants to do it for or with you, anything for you to not do it by yourself, but he doesn't get up, only watches. Watches you like you're a deity and he is your most devout follower. Watches you with so much adoration that you swear he's in love with you, but he'll be gone before you wake up, and you'll fall asleep to him saying "we can't do this again," but he'll come back. He'd come back in a hurricane, tornado, earthquake, anything to see your face. You swear he's in love with you, but then he'll say he doesn't want to see you again, even if you know he'll come back. You tell yourself that wanting and needing are different things. He doesn't want to need you. You try and tell yourself he loves you, but he makes sure to tell you he doesn't.
You take him back every time. You take him back like he didn't leave you in the middle of the night. Take him back like he didn't say that it was the last time. You take him back like you actually want him. He'll let himself believe it, because he wants you so bad, but he can never let you know that. He needs you like a drowning man needs air, but he cannot have you. He cannot keep you, but how is he supposed to tell you that? Sometimes when he slips in through your window soaked with rainwater and you wrap his towel snug around his shoulders and run your fingers through his hair, and he swears you love him too, but it's better if you don't so he lets himself believe it. He lets himself believe you don't love him the way he loves you, so he can pretend he isn't killing you when he leaves before dawn. He knows he has to leave. He has to keep you safe. Safe from the world. Safe from him. He'll only break your heart if you let him keep it, but he breaks it every time he puts it down to leave.
He's in love with you, but protecting you comes first even if it only hurts you both more. You will take anything he'll give you. You undo each other. You lay yourselves bare for only the other person to see. It only hurts you, but you can't stop. You can't stop because it's too much, but not enough. It is all you have and ruining what you have. You hate each other for it. You love each other. You scream his name every night. Sometimes he draws it out of you, and other nights you scream it into the sky with tears in your eyes. You will never forgive each other. There is nothing to forgive. The poison tastes sweet when it comes from your lover's hand.
#thank you for the ask nonnie darling!!!#i have been thinking about this for so long#saph’s love letters#jason todd#saph’s thots#jason todd x reader#red hood#red hood x reader#jason todd imagine#jason todd x you#red hood imagine#red hood x you#jason todd angst#red hood angst#jason todd x reader angst#red hood x reader angst#angst#anon
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What would Nokka do if he had a streamer wife and just for fun 🤭 she does like a rating anime man with my husband stream how would Nokka react ???
(Also thank youu soo much for all your amazing work can't wait for more💗)
“Wanna rate something? You can rate this dick that’s gonna get you right. If you keep rating another goddamned man. I don’t give a shit if they’re fictional! I’m the only ten out ten in this house!”
Let me ask you this how do YOU guys think he’d react since I’m noticing a trend of yall just wanting to piss him off. Knowing damn well he’d have you in a bedazzled wheelchair with everybody in the neighborhood. Giving y’all the side eye seeing you get handicapped/put on bed rest for a couple of weeks. 😭
#and thank you! ☺️#I’m trying to cull the mountain of Nokka asks this week cuz afterwards yall won’t be seeing him until everyone else had the spotlight#nokka the husband#2dsimp chats 💬#yandere husband#yandere blurb#yandere male x reader#yandere male#male yandere#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n
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hi!! first off, love your work. absolutely great. the way you colour stuff makes me so happy and this whole project reminds me of care bears and generation 1 of mlp!
second, do you have any darling fiona facts to share? she's definitely my favourite of the cast, and I'd love to know some facts and/or tidbits about her!
Ahh!! Thank you so much! <:'o) That is very kind of you to say, I loved how soft those shows were when I was little!
As for Miss Darling Fiona!! Here are some yummy facts that I hope are not repeats...
DID YOU KNOW??? SHE'S A FISH??? Okay I'm sorry I'll be serious
She's accident-prone-- She shows up with different bandaids in each episode from injuries she gets throughout them.
She crashes her moped on the daily-- look how banged up that thing is!
She loves going to the beach with friends but they have to keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't get washed out, haha!
Fiona likes to surprise-jump Teddy (He lets her win)!
She likes to play-wrestle with her friends, though the only ones that are ever game are Mae, Lunette, and Earl!
She has a bit of a temper and can get caught up in trouble because she won't disengage-- she has to be dragged away.
Her playlist is comprised of Spongebob music HAHAHA
#She dies of ligma#I'm kidding#“Let's be smart and bring it off” - Spongebob Squarepants#“Get a dog little longie” - Patrick Star#-- Or so the wise ones have said!#thank you for the ask!#dream along with me#dawm project#dawm asks#Darling Fiona
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