#the commissioner was so lovely and patient

[domesticandlovingmonsters]

Cildus (NB!Leviathan) x Male!Reader

Themes/Warning: None! Just a cute leviathan loving on their courting partner.

Words: 5.5k

Notes: I cannot believe I never posted this!! This cute little story from one of the sweetest commissioners got forgotten???

I am ashamed!

So, here is the story based on the other stories that include Cildus. I love this character so much. They're an absolute sweetie.

P.S Sorry for the formatting. Copying it from Gdocs to Tumblr borks paragraphs so much...and I'm too lazy to edit it. If I HAVE posted this before, apologies. Tumblr and Patreon aren't showing it.

Enjoy!

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Today was meant to be a busy day.

Reef-side check-ups were always that way, and today was a picture of perfection with its warm sun and cool breeze. The waves were gentle on the side of your boat, which would allow for some easy examinations if a patient needed to climb aboard for anything.

But the problem was no one visited your little vessel.

The boat was hard to miss.

It was coated in a bright ugly shade of purple with a bright yellow medical sign painted on the bottom. Seafolk swimming beneath it could easily identify it as a medical vessel and come to the surface with any small problems.

You came out here regularly, both on an assigned schedule from the facility and without. It was sometimes hard for Seafolk to visit the facility on the island, the wait-times weren’t worth small questions or ailments. And occasionally some Seafolk didn’t think they needed to go.

Posting yourself out here gave your patients a way to ask questions or seek quick treatment without needing to wait an hour or two, or try and get an appointment, at the islands.

Your time on the medical boat was always busy.

But not today.

And you were starting to get worried. Did you pick the wrong boat? You peered over the side of the vessel to see the horrible color glaring back at you.

You’d have to get in the water to see the symbol, but you knew it was there. What other boats were this color other than the ones suited for reef check-ups?

Leaning over the side of the boat, you huffed an exasperated sigh. Watching the waters swirl and flow beneath you.

…Did you just see a shadow?

You jerked your head up excitedly. Ready to greet someone.

But then no one surfaced so you slumped back onto the side again and let your hand fall to the water. Feeling the cool waves between your fingers.

You slid your hand back when the shadow appeared again. This time, there was no denying it, there was something beneath your vessel.

It seemed big. But the waters out here were murky today. Even the shapes of the reef were beyond your vision. This shape, however, was close enough to the surface you could make out the elongated body, twisting and spinning in the water.

You hummed softly. “Awfully coincidental that you look alot like my courting partner.”

As if your words reached him, the shifting shape turned and you glimpsed two red pits tilt towards the surface.

There was a brief wonder if he had been trying to hide the entire time or it was by chance you never spied before now. But it now made sense why no one had come to the boat.

An apex predator of his size undoubtedly sent every fish in the area into hiding.

The red eyes turned into deep pits of crimson the closer to the surface Cildus got. Before his face melted out of the murky depths, then his shoulders and chest, gliding up until he broke the surface beside your boat. His ascension caused a small wake to roll the vessel, but you kept your balance easily while standing. Greeting Cildus was a playful chastising glare.

“How long have you been down there?” You asked, having to crane your neck to look Cildus in the eye before he sank lower in the water. Until only his head peaked out of the waves, at level with you on the boat.

“A while.” Cildus purred. His tail slipped out of the water while he adjusted the angle of his torso. Great spines sliced through the water with eerie silence and disappeared into the depths just as smoothly. “I didn’t want to disturb your work, so I kept to the depths.”

Mild frustration flowed through you. But you kept it beneath a calm exterior; Cildus was still coming to terms that your work needed you to converse and see other Seafolk. It was a conversation you really needed to sit down and have with him one night.

On the island, he couldn’t reach you, so there was no impedance on your work within the facility buildings. Out on the water, however, you’re technically in his territory. And being his courted partner, many Seafolk decided it was safer to give you a wide berth than risk Cildus’ presence.

It stung a little, but you understood their reasoning.

You placed your hands on the side of the boat and leaned over to look into the water below.

“How are you so far into the shallows? You’re not harming the reef are you?” His tail was much longer than himself and was all muscle. With his presence near the reef, you’ve seen evidence of him along the drop-offs and deeper parts of the shore.

Great breaks in the reef where his tail had accidentally knocked against it. Or large rocks and debris had been uplifted from Cildus’ movement while he stalked the sandy valleys. He was a lot more careless than you liked him to be with the island’s environment. Yet, another conversation you’ve had with him. And yet another topic he didn’t see the point of.

Cildus’ smile was wickedly playful, rather alarming with the many rows of teeth that were meant for shredding and crushing.

“The waters are deep here.” Was his only reply and your brow furrowed in confusion.

“No…” You said slowly, glancing back to your navigation device next to the wheel of the boat. “I’m over the reef. I’m-”

No…no, you weren’t over the reef. You hurried over to the little square screen and gawked at what you saw. Usually, the reef would show as pixelated bumps and valleys on screen. Showing the depth at which the reef was beneath your boat.

You vividly remember the reef filling the little screen with various colors and bumps, and you had placed your anchor in an area that it wouldn’t knock against the fragile sealife.

But now there was nothing. The computer was picking up Cildus’ tail as it swept back and forth beneath your boat, disappearing into a depth the computer couldn’t read…

You turned back around to Cildus who was lounging on his back in the water. Watching you come to the realization with a leviathan version of a cocky smirk.

“How did you get me out here without me noticing!” You almost screeched, storming back to the side of the boat. A turmoil of surprise, amusement and downright frustration bubbling inside your chest.

The ocean rippled when Cildus started to circle the boat. Slowly, oh-so slowly, spiralling around the vessel until his tail surrounded it. A cold chill swept through you while he moved.

Not a splash or swash of water sounded against Cildus’ body. You watched his tail flex, slicing through the water so quietly your boat made making more noise than him as it rolled gently from the ripples he was making.

The spines that lined his tail clicked against each other when Cildus laughed, a rumbling sound that made your stomach do flips and your cheeks dust with heat.

“Your boat is light and easy to pull, my sweet doctor.” Cildus practically purred. Coming to a stop right in front of you and you tilted your head back to welcome the kiss against your throat. An intimate, trusting, touch of his lips around your neck that had his tongue sweeping over your skin.

You’ve come to greatly enjoy his greetings. And a part of you wondered if Cildus did this deliberately, melting away your frustrations towards him with such a simple touch.

“You pulled me out here?” You demanded, running your hand along his jawline. Feeling his throat bob when you dragged your nails along his cool skin. “Cildus, I had work to do out here.”

“It can wait.” The firmness in his tone had you scoffing. You would never tell him, but a part of you did flinch still when he bared his teeth or growled a certain way. You were coming to adore the sound though. Your instincts were still acting on the ‘oh, shit, he’s big’ habits. “I wanted to give you something.”

Pushing down the fluttering sensation in your chest, you refocused your balance to adjust to the lack of Cildus’ presence, and watched as your courting partner lifted his hand from the water and displayed his palm to you.

Your eyes bulged in your head as you observed many, many shiny objects sitting in Cildus’ hand. There were shells of many varieties and many colors; some were so shiny they almost seemed to be made of glass.

Then there were stones that gleamed in the afternoon light. Streaks of contrasting colors patterned these rocks, so intricate you could trace them for hours.

There were pieces of smoothened glass.

Pieces of coral formed in weird shapes, as white as bone.

Each and every piece in Cildus’ hand was unique and stunning. You looked up at him with a smile so wide, Cildus purred in response.

“Cildus, these are amazing!” You carefully took a stone from his hand. Tilting it towards the sun so the light bounced off reflected flecks within the dark material.

“You are deserving of each piece.” Cildus said, leaning closer so his lips brushed over your ear. And you shivered when his tongue grazed over your shoulder. “I searched for the best of each that I could find.”

It was your turn to smirk. Cildus would never admit it, but when it came to gifts, he was very indecisive about what to present you. You’ve caught him once or twice watching, worriedly, while you inspected a gift. Like he was terrified you would reject it.

To be honest, anything he brought you made your heart soar with delight. Your small house was quickly filling up with his gifts. So many shiny rocks and twisted, unusual pieces of coral now lined your counters and tabletops.

But you refused to get rid of a single thing. Because they came from Cildus. And seeing his spines tremble excitedly when you accepted a gift was too adorable to ever be rid of a single thing.

Heather, your work colleague and local large predator expert, had off-handedly noted the many gifts with a comment of, “He’s trying to pretty up your cave for when you…you know…”

“Have sex?” You had pointedly replied. Amused by how red Heather got when you said it. “We’ve already done that…a few times.”

“No, you buffoon!” Heather sighed, half laughing. “When you…build a pod together. He’s nesting, you idiot.”

The memory of that conversation and the following dawning realization had a goofy smile stretching over your lips.

One that Cildus noted and took as great acceptance for his new gifts.

His free hand rose from the depths, spilling cold water all over you and the boat, to sweep you into his palm so his kiss didn’t knock you over.

The tip of his fangs scraped your skin and you tried very hard not to imagine where else his tongue could go. This wasn’t the time for those sinful ideas.

You pressed a kiss to his face, managing to reach just under his eye, and cupped his cheek tenderly.

“Well, since I have to go back to the facility with some sort of report,” You said, looking over Cildus’ form and then back to him, “Mind if I examine you?”

Cildus’ reply was a tilt of his head. You glimpsed the flicker of reproach in his gaze; and you knew right away that he was thinking back to the night he came to the facility. Torn up and bleeding heavily, he had needed stitches but with such little time around humans, Cildus had been reluctant to allow anyone near him.

Apart from you, however. And even then he had been distant during the treatment.

“I only mean to look you over.” You quickly explained. “Check your scales and spines for parasites. Make sure your vitals are good. Nothing you aren’t comfortable with.”

Your words seem to reassure Cildus. You weren’t sure what he thought you meant when you asked to examine him, but your small explanation settled whatever response he had.

“Will you be getting in the water for it?” He asked, placing you back on your feet and piling your new gifts on one of the boat’s seats while you started gathering your equipment. He took extra care to ensure nothing tumbled off or piled too much on the more fragile pieces. His talons dexterously plucked and moved certain pieces of coral onto their own little seat so the thin branches didn’t snap.

“I will need too…” You glanced at his tail as it surfaced again. Resting on the surface like a dark underside of a ship. “Actually…I could stand on your tail and inspect you that way. If you’re ok with it!”

Cildus looked taken aback by your suggestion. But then grinned and moved a little ways away from the boat, realigning himself so the majority of his tail came to the surface.

Gods, you forgot how big Cildus was. It was very rare for you to see all of him on the surface.

Even on days where the water was clear and you were enjoying some peaceful hours out on the water with him, Cildus’ tail was never all in your view.

There were moments when you were truly reminded of the creature that Cildus was, and this was one of them. A part of you felt privileged to be in this position, able to examine such an amazing creature like Cildus. The rest of you was thrilled to know that this glorious specimen was yours as a partner.

So, you leapt at the opportunity to treat this as a mixture of work and needy indulgence. Cildus made it very clear that when you were off work, your shift done and in the water with him, it was about him and you.

The past few meetings with him had been…very hands-on. But not in the way that allowed you to answer Heather’s questions or inquiries about Cildus physique. At least the physique she was interested in. Heather wanted nothing to do with the physicals that you and Cildus shared almost every night.

Cildus shifted a part of his tail so it was pressed against the boat’s side, holding it steady with one large hand. You gathered the small bag of waterproof medical equipment and quickly passed over the gap between the vessel and muscle.

Immediately, you regretted not putting your water shoes back on. Because somewhere in your excitement, you forgot that Cildus’ tail was covered in placoid scales. Commonly seen on sharks but also many leviathans, which you learnt from Heather’s study sessions, had them as well.

It was very much like walking on very rough sandpaper. It wouldn’t cut you, but overtime you could imagine your feet would be rubbed raw from them.

You’d deal with later.

Cildus kept very still as you wobbled your way to the nearest spine. Which twitched under your reaching touch, using it to stabilize yourself.

This was quite the surreal experience, you had to admit. Standing on a living, breathing creature was very different to standing on a boat. You felt every single movement Cildus made. And even with his careful shifting, to bring his torso closer to where you were standing, you had to cling to his spine so as not to topple into the water.

“So, what are you looking for in this examination?” Cildus asked. “I am uninjured. And I have been recently cleaned by schools of fish, so there shouldn’t be a single flaked scale on me.”

“My examinations are to ensure you don’t have any unknown ailments.” You explained. Forcing your feet to move and shuffle along the trail of spines, just so you could crouch down and inspect where the scale met the overly massive quill.

You ran your hand curiously over the spine, it felt as hard as rock but twitched like Cildus could feel the brush of your palm against it.

“I’ve never seen spines like this.” You said off-handedly, feeling gentle pricks against your skin when your palm moved down along the surface. As if the hide was covered in tiny sharp needles.

“You see me every night.” Cildus replied with a small quizzical tone to his voice. “Is there something wrong with my spines?”

“No, no! It’s just, I haven’t touched them before. I thought they’d be smooth but the edges are actually really sharp.” You said, continuing your inspection, glancing at Cildus as you gently tugged on the quill when it stood straight. The tip was far from your curious hands. “Can you lower them?”

Cildus didn’t reply but the spines along his back did relax and lay flat against his tail. Which gave you a great opportunity to watch the scales stretch and flex to allow such movement. Cildus’ skin was just as flexible as your own! His tail was definitely more sea-serpent like but didn’t have the thick plated scales like those creatures did.

“A sea-serpents hide cracks easily between my jaws.” Cildus butted in, and you snapped your own mouth shut. Realizing your thoughts were not in fact thoughts, but ranting words.

You sheepishly looked over at Cildus, who was resting his torso on a thicker part of his tail. Arms crossed over the spines so he could rest his chin there, watching you. “The tip of my spines ejects a toxin that can immobilize attackers.”

You glanced back at the spine and shifted so you could peer down at the tip of the one nearest to you. The point was duller in color and looked to be sitting amongst the hardened skin rather than apart of it. It was clear to you that the tip was meant to break off easily.

Possibly much like a lionfish or sea urchin.

You didn’t dare run your fingers along the tip, but did indulge in brushing along the hardened section again. You did this quickly, your skin would be shredded by the tiny indents. But with careful movements, you were able to inspect them more closely.

You checked each spine for tears or parasites taking shelter beneath lines in his skin. Somehow you managed to get closer to Cildus, or maybe Cildus moved closer to you, you weren’t sure; but eventually Cildus’ gaze seared into your back while you picked at a barnacle on his tail.

“Do you not feel them?” You asked. “Surely having these is uncomfortable.” You managed to flick the barnacle off with your knife, being mindful not to knick Cildus accidentally. Though, you weren’t even sure if your measly little knife would penetrate his hide.

“When they form large clusters, I can feel them.” Cildus explained. Watching you move closer towards his face, using each spine like a lifeline so you didn’t fall into the water. “But they are easy to remove. Scraping my body against rocks and reefs removes them easily enough.”

You pouted, reaching for his hand and Cildus lifted a finger for you to grab and balance yourself with. “You rub against reefs? They’re fragile, Cildus. Living organisms that do not need more harm against them like a giant tail scratching on them.”

“The deep sea reefs in my territory are much hardier than the shoreline ones.” Cildus said. Tilting his face so he would watch you inspect his arm. You poked his forearm curiously, feeling it give slightly under your touch. Unlike his tail, his torso was softer. And Cildus bristled with amusement when you voiced this. “Would you prefer my arms to be like a shell? Hard and uncomfortable? If I were to mate with another leviathan of my kind, it is tradition to mark the other somewhere on their neck or chest. It would be difficult to do if my skin could break teeth.”

Yes, you knew about that. Heather had explained how leviathans like Cildus mated. They twisted their tails together, spinning and squeezing, a tanglement of pleasure that ended with each mate burying their teeth into the other.

This knotted mating could last for days, you heard. And would leave each levi with many wounds.

You tried not too make it obvious, but you did sneak a look over Cildus’ shoulders and neck. There wasn’t a single scar that remotely resembled something like another leviathan mating bite.

And it surprised you to feel a swell of relief in your chest when you found only battle scars.

“Is that something you’ve wanted to do to me?” You asked, hoping the question sounded nonchalant. And not like a desperate call for attention.

Cildus’ gaze hardened and he turned his head so you were directly in front of him. “I would kill you.”

Yeah, that’s what you should have expected as an answer. You dropped the subject, only seeing a long winded explanation of theoretical ‘ifs’ and Cildus not understand what you were asking.

“I would think you’d have some sort of defence for your torso.” You decided to change the subject a little. “Aren’t you completely vulnerable?”

You indulged again in touching Cildus. Running your fingers along his cheek and he responded by slumping his chin on his crossed arms. As if basking in the attention you were giving him.

“I am strong enough to protect myself.” Cildus replied. Tilting his cheek into your hand and you pressed a kiss against his cheek. Which rewarded you with a happy little grumble from the great leviathan. “You are worried that I will get hurt again?”

You paused your inspection on Cildus’ hair-like tendrils on his head to meet his gaze. His eyes seemed to glow in the afternoon light, so close to him now, you could see flecks of black amongst the pupiless eyes.

Were you worried? Was that where these thoughts were stemming from?

You never gave it much thought before. Cildus was the biggest creature around the islands, saved for the migrating whales and the occasional serpent.

But Cildus was the largest sole predator. You had no reason before to worry about him, you never thought about worrying for him.

But the memory of how lethargic he had been on the night he came to the islands, he wasn’t close to death by any means, but the idea of him being caught like that again by something that wanted him dead, did spike a nervous flutter in your chest.

“Yes.” You said. Wobbling a little when Cildus shifted so his hand cupped your back. “I know you can take care of yourself, but I can’t protect you. I’m useless as a mate. Your species-” Your words were cut off by a large pair of lips smothering your face. You yelped, but relaxed against the touch, letting Cildus hold you in his hand as he pulled away.

“Never say that again.” Cildus’ voice rolled like a clap of thunder through your body. His spines clicked and twitched angrily against each other. You swallowed and nodded. Unable to find your voice amongst the sudden rapid beating of your heart. “I did not choose you because I need you to protect me. I chose you because your kind heart and strong mind captivate me. You are a fulfilling mate. I feel whole when we’re together. I do not need anything else. Understand, my sweet (y/n)?”

The way he said your name always made your insides turn to putty. It was a very unfair advantage he had over you.

You half wanted to defend yourself. You didn’t mean you as a person were useless. No, you were quite confident in yourself and knew your value. You were a successful doctor and marine biologist, for Gods sake.

But as a leviathan? A mate to a leviathan? Things were a little different. You couldn’t help Cildus if a challenger entered his waters. Or hunt for him like you knew others of his species did for their mates.

But you knew Cildus wouldn’t understand your meaning so you instead relaxed in his hand. Letting him press his face against your body; his way of a hug and inhaling your scent while you stroked along his cheeks and jawline.

“It’s getting late, love.” You said softly after some time in comfortable silence together. “I should be getting back to the island now.”

Cildus’ responding growl wasn’t directed at you. But a grumble at having to let you go and not see you for a few hours while you reported back to the facility.

He pulled his face away from you, his eyes near pleading. If a leviathan could plead, that is. “A little longer, (y/n). I wanted to show you something before you distracted me with your examination.”

The way he said it made it sound sinful. But you ignored him. Instead, let him place you back on the boat. “If you have your breathing suit, put it on.”

Since Cildus didn’t seem to be giving any more explanation, you did as you were told. The tanks on board would only last you an hour or so. They weren’t meant for long swims. Only for brief underwater trips and then immediately running back to the surface.

You told Cildus as much and he looked a little disappointed, but nodded.

“We’ll make do.” Was his response.

You slipped into the wetsuit and harnessed the small air tank to your back, popping the regulator over your head when you got into the water. The regulator was a full mask with a thick plastic visor that covered your face, it was much more comfortable than the mouth regulator and awkward-ass goggles.

Cildus uncoiled his tail around the boat and sank beneath the waves. Which you followed eagerly. You watched him twist and slither around you until his torso rose up beside you, allowing you to grip onto his shoulder and permit him to propel you forward with him.

When you had first done this with Cildus, it had been a cumbrous ordeal. Trying to hold onto a leviathan while he swam at fast speeds caused enough drag to rip you off his body. Usually, Cildus would hold you in his hands and swim that way.

But eventually the both of you found a comfortable compatibility. And you were able to hang onto his broad shoulder without the water tearing you away from him.

Cildus carried you deeper into the water. Pausing long enough for your body to pressurize to the depth before leveling out and nearing a dark silhouette beneath your boat.

It was the edge of the reef. The sharp drop-off of sand and rock and coral that shadowed everything beneath it.

You rarely swam this deep; not ever having a reason too. So, when Cildus continued towards the rocky cliff and then entered a cave, you gasped in surprise.

You were plunged into darkness for but a second, before Cildus’ body bloomed with his bioluminescent glow. It filled the underwater cave with a soft pale light, occasionally flickering with reds and blues. It was a mesmerizing sight! One you were trying hard to commit to memory so you could remember this later.

The water turned bitterly cold and you clung to Cildus, keeping your body tucked against his neck so you didn’t accidentally knock your head against a rock.

“I found this yesterday.” Cildus told you. The water made his voice sound muffled, but his words reached you clear enough. “But I couldn’t show you until I was sure it was empty.”

You were about to ask what, but your question was answered almost right away.

The cave opened up into something absolutely extraordinary. A cavern. So wide and vast that you couldn’t see its entirety due to the water’s murkiness. Shafts of light trickled in from the ceiling, breaking through thick rock and covered by branches of coral and kelp. Filtering in over clusters of reef that gathered around small vents that were spilling warm water from deep below.

Cildus swam down along the cavern floor, a mixture of sand and black volcanic rock. Fish scattered when his shadow passed over them. Colorful schools hiding amongst vibrant coral.

“I believe this used to be another leviathan’s home.” Cildus explained. Bringing you towards the centre of the cavern, where a large rocky nest sat. You could almost believe the rock formations were that of an old giant ribcage, curling over an empty patch of white sand. Untouched by the reef around it. “It has long been abandoned. But it is the perfect lair.”

Cildus shifted in a way that slipped him out from your grasp. And you floated above the white sand as he curled around you, kicking up a storm of the pearly ground before settling. He towered over you. His spines erect and moving gently with the flow of water.

With the shafts of light behind him and the cage-like rocks crowning above his head, Cildus fitted the image of a villainous serpent. One you would have had to beg for your life in another reality; having stumbled upon his lair accidentally.

“Is this your lair now?” You asked, smiling. Kicking your flippers so you swam up to Cildus’ face. His fingers were careful when they wrapped around you. “Because it is very fitting.”

“I am unused to caves and closed spaces.” Cildus admitted. Turning his head to gaze up at the ceiling of the cavern. The cracks allowed you to see the reef far above you and the waves that rolled over it. It was the same reef you swam in every day. How did you never spot the cracks of darkness before?

Did anyone else know about this cave?

Or were you the only human to ever set foot in here?

“But it will do. It protects me from prying eyes or curious humans.”

You seriously doubted anyone would be brave enough to approach Cildus without you nearby. But a settling bloom of joy sprouted in your chest now knowing Cildus had a home to disappear too.

You had imagined he’d curl up on the ocean floor, exposed and alone. But him having shelter from storms and other creatures did give you some relief you didn’t know you needed.

“How did you find this?” You asked.

“When I am not with you or hunting, I explore the deeper parts of the reef. I found it after a school of fish were using the entrance as shelter from my approach.” Cildus explained, turning his attention back down to you. Lifting you closer so you could reach out and run a hand along his cheek. “It is perfect for a nest.”

He surely picked up your new rapid beating pulse. And you sheepishly grinned when Cildus purred your name, his tone full of tease. “You like that idea?”

“You want to nest with me? Y-Yes, I like that idea.” You said. Pressing your visor against his nose, as if you were trying to kiss him. “Heather made fun of me not realizing you were bringing me presents to pretty up my place. Is that what you were trying to do? Make a nest?”

Cildus’ rumbling chuckle made the water around you tremble. “I thought it was obvious. Perhaps I should start bringing you bigger things.”

“I don’t have the space, Cildus.” You laughed.

“You have our nest now.” Cildus responded. Looking around the coils of his tail to the many empty edges and surfaces nearly begging to have objects placed there. Your heart soared with the use of ‘our’. “I will fill it with anything you want. And perhaps you can bring some from your home down here.”

You already had something in mind. There was a mechanic on the island that welded scrap metal and old vehicle parts together, creating sculptures of twisted metal.

One of those would be perfect for down here.

You smiled and desperately wished you could breathe underwater. You wanted to smooch that big ol’ face so much right now.

“You spoil me, Cildus.”

Your courted leviathan showed many rows of teeth when he smiled, his fingers stroking along your sides as he pressed his lips against your chest. “You are the one who spoils me, my sweet (y/n). Letting me indulge in your presence as I wish. You are warm tides and gentle currents. My haven.”

How a leviathan had such sweet words, you would never know.

You knew you couldn’t stay down here all afternoon. Your air tank wouldn’t permit it. But you knew you would now ask Cildus to bring you here any chance you had.

“Ours.” You said and Cildus’ tail rolled closer around the two of you. His smile was both wide and full of warmth.

“Ours. Yes.” He purred, nuzzling against your chest. “You…are happy?”

The question shocked you. “Of course, I’m happy. I have you!” You trailed your fingers along his lip, causing Cildus to twitch from the tickling touch. “You make me happy, Cildus.”

That purr in the back of his throat made the water vibrate around you. And his fingers were careful when they squeezed you, as if he wanted to press you firmly against his face and never let you go.

“You make me happy too, my sweet (y/n).”

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This wasn't even the OC they'd just paid me to draw a painted bust of.

I just- I just really love redrawing memes and the opportunity was right there staring me in the face (he was their icon and everything!) and I just had to

@orcdilf Your username and response made my day, you are indeed, doing your part!

[nerime]

loved my vacation but I'm very happy to be going home tomorrow 🥰 puter 🥰 and bed 🥰

[loveandshifting]

The Reality I've been trying to shift to the longest:

Arkham Reality

First things first: Yes, this is/will be a dangerous place to shift to but I've got both plot and regular armor, so I'll be fineeeeee

(OK I didn't go into this knowing how much I wanted to share, so just ask if you wanna know more, please)

*Audio tape begins*

The date is July fifth, two thousand twenty. The patient interview is being conducted by Dr. Johnathan Crane. Ah, Miss Gordon! Come in and take a seat. *shuffling rings out of the tape player, then a chair creaks* Let's begin!

State for the record your full name: Alice Helena Gordon

Your Alias? Batgirl

Family: my father is Commissioner Jim Gordon. My older sister is Barbara Gordon. Our mother passed away in childbirth.

Why? Just everything, why? I wanted to be Batgirl, duh.

How? Well, I found out about my sister being Batgirl so I....basically..blackmailed her into training me to be Batgirl. And then she was paralyzed by the Joker, so now I AM Batgirl

What will be your first 'Shift?' (haven't yet) It will be the night of an Arkham City incident, woo can't wait to be in the city for like 10 hours, yippee (sounds sarcastic, isn't)

Why be in the city? And How? And why isn't Robin allowed to stay?: Because I'm helping Batman. Also, I've been around longer than Timberly. I've earned my spot by Batman, thank you very much.

Doesn't sound much like you like Robin, why? Because he all but replaced Jason, and so soon after he was kidnapped.... And he's dating my sister which is gross.

Ok, state for the record how old you are: 20

Do you have work outside of being Batgirl? Yes. I am a librarian assistant in the Gotham City Public Library. My sister helped me get the job (as she works there as well...woo nepotism)

Are you also in college? Yes, somehow. I'm majoring in Mortuary Science. But I'll be graduating soon.

Sounds like a lot of work. Do you have time to do anything for fun? Sort of. I don't patrol every night, and we're constantly changing when we do patrols and where so no one can find a pattern to it. But back to the fun, I like to read and play a couple of instruments if I have the time.

What was your childhood like? It was mostly a normal one. As normal as it could be for Gotham, I guess. My dad balanced raising two kids with being a police detective, and then commissioner. He knew better than anyone the horrible things that happened to kids, women, and minorities in Gotham, so he was very overprotective. The second I found out Barbara was Batgirl was the second everything changed in my life. Was it for the better? I say it has been, but probably not.

What does your dating life look like? What does this have to do with Arkh- you know what, sure. Very, very empty. I've only had one boyfriend, and well, he's dead.

One last question and then we'll be done, okay? Okay. Why do you think you're father and Batman put you in the Asylum?

*audio corrupts before an answer can be given*

*audio tape end*

[roebeanstalk]

6/2 Update: Security deposit has been paid!! Thank you so much to everyone for the help 💚 I still have to pull together all of June rent for my current place which is $675. Thank you everyone for all of the help so far 💚

I’m asking for help with June rent, which is $675 and needs to be paid ASAP.

Cashapp https://cash.app/clawshot

venmo https://venmo.com/rmck89

ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/roebeanstalk

Any help at all is super appreciated. Every dollar adds up, and shares are so helpful too. I know that I’ve received so much help from people in the past and I can’t thank you all enough. I hope that this is the last of these that I have to do.

Needs:

June rent: $23/$675

Security Deposit: $495/495 Paid 💚

Bonus:

July rent (First month at new place): $495

Movers + Uhaul: $300-350

More info on my situation under the cut!

Thank you so, so so much.

I have a history of mental health issues, and as a result I have a very difficult time getting and maintaining employment. My mental health also impacts my ability to keep up with and complete freelance/commission work in a timely manner. While I have made some incredible steps forward lately thanks to the right combo of therapy, medication, and a support system, I am still not at a point where I am self-sufficient yet. I am getting there – and I am committed to keep trying no matter what.

Original post blurb, taken out of main post since deposit has been paid:

My landlord has decided not to move forward with me as a tenant due to my history with payment/mental health. While this is frustrating as heck, it’s allowed me to find a better, more affordable housing situation. I have signed a lease at a new place and move in July 1st!Once the deposit is paid, my space on the lease is officially secured and I am good to go. This is the main thing that I am looking for help with.

Why I need help:

This new housing situation is incredible for me – it’s a room in a quiet house with two other queer folk, and the rent is very affordable compared to my current situation. The new place is $485/month, the current place is $675/month. Even with utilities, my total overhead for shelter will cost less than rent at my current place. If I can secure my spot in this house and move forward, I see such a clear path forward for me in terms of self-improvement and self-sufficiency.

For the first time in 15 years, I feel like I can tackle the things ahead of me. If you’re able to help out I would really, really appreciate it.

What I’m doing:

I am job hunting for something that works well for my situation. With the cost of rent, I think that a part time job will be able to cover it. The process of getting a job is difficult for me, but I am committed to continuing to work at it.

On the art front, I have occasional comic coloring jobs that help me out. I also have commissions – I have finally been moving forward at a good rate and have been really happy with my work. In time, this will be able to be a more standard income route. I also have a Patreon that brings in about $65/month.

Cashapp https://cash.app/clawshot / venmo https://venmo.com/rmck89 / ko-fi https://ko-fi.com/roebeanstalk

Thank you so much for reading over all of this. Thank you to everyone who has helped with donations or kind words or reblogs. Thank you so much to every commissioner and customer who has been patient as hell with me on artwork, communication, and stickers. Thank you thank you thank you. Thanks to every single one of you I have been able to keep pushing myself forward, and I'm so happy to keep doing it and make good on everything. And eventually, give back to my community. I love you all so much, even though i don't know any of you that well. Thank youuuu. <3

[bunnis-monsters]

To love a dragon

Laburnum(OC) x FemReader

Commissioned by: @miss-grey

Note: the Oc Laburnum belongs to the commissioner, @miss-grey and my commissions are currently closed. My waiting list is open and has 1 slot left, so hurry up and get it before it’s gone!

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains as your lover smiled that cheeky smile of his.

“You’re nervous.”

Although he was teasing you, his eyes told you that if you felt uncomfortable and wanted him to stop, he would in an instant.

“Maybe… but I’m not afraid.”

The soft, affectionate sigh that escaped his lips as you cupped his cheek made your heart soar. The touch of your hand was something he craved more than anything.

“That’s good, my darling. You have nothing to fear, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy yourself.”

His hands moved down your stomach, stopping right above your panties. A questioning glance upwards was sent your way, and you nodded a bit too quickly, giving him permission to continue.

“Eager, are we?”

A quick kiss had your head feeling fuzzy, the potent aphrodisiac in his saliva kicking in within seconds.

His skilled fingers pressed against your clothed clit, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from your lips. Laburnum’s touch had you shivering, your trembling body begging for him to remove the fabric that separated him from you.

“Please…”

That was all it took for him to pull your panties down and slot himself between your legs, looking up at you with those amber, almost golden eyes of his.

“You’re gorgeous, you know…”

The tip of his finger traced your inner thigh, one of his horns rubbing against your belly as his focus shifted to your already soaking wet cunt. “I want you… needed you for so long…”

The feeling of his long forked tongue lapping at your needy pussy made you let out a mewl. Your belly felt tight, a knot forming and tightening as he kept your thighs apart.

Laburnum was only half shifted into his dragon form, just enough to where he could use some of his inhuman features to his advantage in pleasing you.

His fingers pumped in and out you, and you could feel a satisfied hum against your clit. “That’s my good girl, my sweet little blossom…”

Locks of his burgundy hair brushed against your belly as he leaned in closer to suck on your clit, looking up at you with those pretty eyes of his.

“L-Laburnum… please…”

For months now you have been dreaming of this moment. The two of you had shared longing glances at one another, desperate to touch and taste each other.

“What do you want, my love? Use your words for me, little blossom…”

Soft panting could be heard along with wet slurping and squelching as he pushed you to your limits, making your body tremble with need.

“P-please… want you… inside me…”

You were barely able to blubber out an answer, panting and writhing. The man smirked, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Be patient… you have to cum first, okay? Be good, I have to get you nice and ready for me…”

A whine escaped your lips, and you bucked your hips into his face as you reached your peak, your eyes tiling into the back of your head. His fingers continued to pump in and out of you. Laburnum couldn’t tear his eyes away from the pretty sight, giving your cunt a loving kiss as you came.

“That’s it, oh, that’s my girl…”

As you calmed down, he moved up your body, caressing your cheek. If he had to pick the prettiest sight he had ever seen, it would be your face right after an orgasm.

Your eyes were hazy, tears pooling in the corners as he leaned in to kiss you again.

“You’re doing so well, so good for me… you’re going to make me lose control, looking at me like that…”

You felt his cock pressing against your warm cunt before you saw it. Precum dribbled from the tip, and he hissed the second he made contact with you.

“God…”

He looked down as your fat, sweet pussy swallowed his cock whole, barely able to hold himself back from busting into your warm hole immediately.

“S-so good…”

Laburnum tried his best to regain his composure, but fuck was it hard when you were blubbering pleas for him to start moving, clinging to him like he was your lifeline.

“N-need it, please… please!”

“Shh, little blossom… you’ll get what you need, you always will…”

His hips stuttered, causing him to let out a stifled moan as you pushed against him. The aphrodisiac had your head feeling fuzzy, and all you wanted was for him to keep moving.

Laburnum lifted your leg over his shoulder, his tail swaying happily behind him. He wanted to make some joke, at something to make you let out those cute giggles he loved to hear, but it was hard when he could feel your cunt clenching around him so tight he could barely fuck into you.

The two of you came together, his chest rising and falling slowing before he settled down, immediately beginning to tend to you.

“Does anything hurt, love? Want a snack? A bath?”

He caressed your cheek, holding you in his lap as the aphrodisiac slowly wore off. “Mmm… just… want some kisses.”

A playful smile stretched across his face, and he laughed. “Just kisses? Oh, how high main.”

His teasing went unnoticed by you, who was way too tired to do anything but hum in contentment as he smoothed out your hair and cradled you against his chest.

“I want to do this again, (Name). I…”

He laughed, sounding a bit nervous. That was strange for him, he was always playful and wearing a confident smirk or friendly smile…

“I think I… may be in love with you.”

Your eyes widened, and your heart thumped rapidly in your chest as he rested his forehead against yours. Laburnum was always so warm, dragons usually were.

He softened when your hand caressed his cheek, your fingers tracing the stubble before your thumb landed on your bottom lip. “I love you too…”

The two of you shared a smile, then laughed as you fell onto the bed, limbs tangled together.

“Of course you do, who wouldn’t love me?”

You pouted playfully as he stuck his tongue out at you before pulling you close, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Goodnight, my sweet blossom… may many nights of these be in store for us in the future…”

And for the first time in a while, the two of you felt like your hearts were full… complete.

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Distorted.

Pairing: Yandere!Dottore x Reader (Genshin).

A Grab Bag Commission For A Very Lovely Anonymous Commissioner.

Summary: With the help of the Akasha system, Dottore strives to keep you happy and docile and, most importantly, unaware by his side.

Word Count: 1.0k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Unreality, Slight Gore/Blood, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, and Obsessive Behavior.

“Do you think Ajax is free?”

Dottore hummed thoughtfully, pressing his scalpel downward and severing a measured length of small intestine from the greater mass. With time to spare and the patient he was extracting his materials from long-dead, he took a minute aside to note the patches of scar tissue lining their internal tissue on a blood-spotted journal, to test for unusual viscosity or durability that’d have to be accounted for in his research. It was a minor study, something that would’ve been handed off to a younger branch of himself not yet ready to play a hand in more dire schemes, but due to the intervention of a certain archon, he was forced to carry out more of his own grunt work than he had in decades. Not that he minded getting his hands dirty, of course.

Especially when the same archon’s nation had given him such a lovely lab assistant to keep him company while he worked.

“Planning to replace me, little mouse?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. It’s your own dinner party, for the Tsaritsa’s sake.” He heard you sigh in mock exasperation, then again – your frustration more genuine. You were sitting at his desk, working away at whatever little task you’d assigned yourself, the ring of blue light encircling your head pulsing brightly. It was his own handiwork – a version of the Akasha system he’d been able to maintain even after returning to Snezhnaya. He had no idea where you thought you were, what you thought he was doing, what you saw through those clouded eyes, but he knew you couldn’t be here, in his dark, cluttered lab - couldn’t see your beloved husband, the man who you’d crossed half of Teyvat to stay with, elbow-deep in a vat of disembodied organs and viscera. That was what interested him most about your experiment, really. It was one thing to wonder how you’d react if you ever found out the man you loved had such grisly pastimes. It was another, to watch what lengths your mind would go to just to substitute your reality with a more palatable fantasy. When it suited him, he could play a more involved hand in your fabrication, make himself into a hero or a villain or something else altogether, but most days, he was content to let you create your own daydreams. You were the most obedient when you could make him into exactly what you needed, that day.

“To celebrate your return to Snezhnaya,” You went on, as he piled the segmented pieces of a malformed liver onto his scale. “Pierro says that you haven’t been holding up your social obligations. I know it’s not customary, but I thought it’d be nice to invite another Harbinger – so you don’t have to suffer a room full of noblemen and merchants alone.”

So you were aware of his status as a Harbinger, today. More often than not, you treated him like a neighborhood doctor, or a traveling scholar as far from home as you’d found yourself. Sometimes, he was a low-ranking diplomat, or a medic you could welcome home from the battlefield, but you rarely acknowledged him as something so dangerous, something so far above yourself. It must’ve been the occasion. It would’ve been hard to deny who he was when you were sending out the invitations to a Harbinger’s event.

On that note, he abandoned his work, positioning himself on the opposing side of your desk. He was already smiling – it was difficult not to, when you were in his position – but his grin broadened further as he looked over your half-finished guest list, your attempts at calligraphy scribbled across what little scrap paper you could find. “I believe Tartaglia was sent back to his post in Liyue last week.”

You pursed your lips. “Pantalone comes with good company.”

“And he charges market-price for every precious second of his time. You wouldn’t want to bleed me dry, now, would you?” You tilted your head to the side, pretending to consider it, and he let out a breathy laugh, rounding the table and settling behind you, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. “There must be an alternative.”

“Well,” You tilted your head back, your smile now matching his own. “It has been a while since I’ve heard Columbina sing–”

“Anyone but Columbina.”

“I write Pantalone a letter tonight, then.” You allowed yourself a moment to bask in your own self-satisfaction, leaning back in your seat and allowing your gaze to drift – first to your lap, then to your shoulders, where the blood and viscera coating your hands was beginning to soak into the fine ivory silk of your sleeves. There was a flash of repulsion, a sound not unlike a half-choked scream, and then you were shoving him away, your expression only growing more pained when he refused to move. He felt something tighten in his chest – not quite fear, but pure, zealous excitement. Had you, somehow, managed to break yourself out of your trance? Was there a flaw in the Akasha system he hadn’t accounted for? How much would you force yourself to forget, overwrite, warp and distort into something loving in the coming hours if you saw him for what he was, now?

“Zandik.” The sound of his name on your lips was to die for. He leaned down, pressing nipping at the corner of your jaw, and you groaned, brushing him away. “I’ve told you not to touch me while you’re painting. Look at me – it’s going to take ages to get this out of my clothes.”

Oh. Painting. How adorably quaint.

How adorably wrong.

With a sigh, he leaned down, pressing a fleeting kiss into the corner of your neck. You crossed your arms, sulking, but allowed him to. It wasn’t as if you’d be able to refuse. “Forgive me, darling.”

He straightened his back, watching red seep into white and begin to stain.

“I’m sure you’ll forget all about this in no time at all.”

[brighan]

🩸𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗗𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 - 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 (Oὐλόμενος)🩸 Of death, blood, and conceptual embodiment. Will you escape Void's embrace?

Full comic ⬇️

Script was originally written in 22nd Dec 2022, but I couldn't work on it until September due to work and life events. 2023's tennocon really got me motivated to start and it has been a very slow process to get it completed as I rely on commissions and work (I LOVE YOU CUSTOMERS)

I am extremely thankful for those of you who have been patient to see it completed! Thanks again to my patrons and commissioners who have allowed me to still work on this on my free time with less financial concerns!!!!

I have much more planned for this story, but for now I hope you liked this short episode!! I've been spinning for the last week because I've been so anxious to post this 😵‍💫

This is kind of a love letter to Digital Extremes because I've been wanting to get into a personal project based on Warframe for the longest time (even before I started doing Destiny art) and I am ecstatic that I finally got the chance to do so. ALSO SELF INDULGING CONTENT WOO 🕺

[azullumi]

What would be the relationship with the children of Genshin men? (*´ω`*)

“the steambird’s latest: how to be a good father” ; genshin men

summary — fatherhood on him.

includes — alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, diluc, kaeya, kaveh, neuvillette, tartaglia, wriothesley, and zhongli

tags — fluff, domestic, diluc girl dad propaganda, not proofread, 1.9k ; headcanons

note — i seriously hope this is what you asked nonnieee, sorry if it’s wrong TT

WRIOTHESLEY, is a pillar of stability and calm in the turmoils and chaos of life—not just to his spouse but to his children also. Despite his duty often calling him to the deep and lonely sea and being (in some manner) bound to it, he always made a concerted effort to be present in the important moments of their lives. His work, much being tremendous, had taught him to be patient and understanding at all times—children can be quite a lot to deal with, despite how adorable they can be. Even though the concept of punishment whenever a wrongdoing has been done is there embedded in his mind, he never applies it to his own kids, opting to guide and teach them instead on what they shouldn’t and should do and why.

Wriothesley navigates the rough and intricate currents of fatherhood with precision and dedication, only wishing to be one that he wanted to have. It’s safe to say that despite his strictness from time to time (done only for their safety), he will be loved a lot by his own children.

ALHAITHAM, a stalwart, leading light. He would share his love of reading for them, most often in the form of reading bedtime stories in which he sometimes discovers that he had fallen asleep shortly after his kid(s) did when he wakes up in the morning by their side. He is not particularly strict nor is he lenient towards them, he’s a perfect balance of the two. He’s not the type to preach what is right and wrong but he will become their pillar for guidance on what they should and shouldn’t do. There was never an occasion wherein he had to scold or reprimand them even if they had done something small but would still make an average person angry. In lieu, he would ask them the reason behind their actions, never forcing the answer out of them, tell them a few words to show his understanding, and ask them to never do it again.

Alhaitham likes the mundane and peaceful life that he has, despite the chaos here and there brought by his children, but he likes it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

KAMISATO AYATO, while being duty bound as the head of the Kamisato Clan and the Yashiro Commissioner, he never ceases to be there for his family, especially his children. Whenever he’s off the burden of his responsibilities and has some time, he spends it on his family, doting on both of his spouse and children and making up for the lost moments. He cares for his children, tends to them, and looks after them at all times—whether it be him himself doing so or others, particularly in the shadows. If he cannot be there (in a literal way), then someone has to be, that’s just one way to ensure their safety and to prevent something happening to them (knowing the dangers around them). He has quite a lot of enemies, after all, who wouldn’t say that one wouldn’t target his own flesh and blood?

Due to that, the Yashiro Commissioner would come off as a worrywart towards his children, becoming protective and everything; Ayato only wants the best for them and the best is for them to be able to live their life freely and safely.

NEUVILLETTE, the Iudex of Fontaine is not one to be bad with children, in fact, he’s quite great with them. Perhaps it is because of his experience with the Melusines that he is able to have a good and understanding relationship with his children. He’s gentle towards them, patient, protective, and supportive in every way. He is a father that is devoted towards his children, a guiding presence and someone that they can depend on always. And although he is not particularly expressive, he’s not emotionless either. He is able to express his affection and care towards them without problems, whether it be through words or actions, buying them gifts and items that he thinks they will love and offering words of encouragement and support are just a few of the many ways.

Neuvillette often finds himself, while watching them, wishing that they would stay that way forever, as a child with no burdens of the world on their shoulders, and when he realizes that they are growing up (as anyone is bound to be), the rain will suddenly come and fall in Fontaine, lasting for hours.

ZHONGLI, is someone that his children would look up to and admire; there was once an occasion wherein his child tried to act like him, copying his words and dressing up similar to his style, which he found adorable that he entertains the idea of a mini-clone of him. He's wise and knowledgeable, always having something to say in terms of bedtime stories or simply just in conversations; his children become excited a lot when he sits on the side of their bed and begins to tell them stories of his own. He takes them out occasionally, even if it is just a walk around the harbor to look at shops or past time—oftentimes ending the day with watching the sunset before they go home. In addition, on festivals, he’s there participating in the event with his children and never taking his eyes off them.

In line with all that is said, Zhongli is the type to treat a pinky promise as some sort of unbreakable contract (the moment his child would hook their finger on his while saying the promise, it’s become a commitment for him in which he must accomplish).

TARTAGLIA, having been taking care of his siblings and looking after them, it’s evident that he won’t have a hard time dealing with children, especially when it’s one of his own. he just knows what to do in every moment with them—when they’re misbehaving, running around, crying, and everything. He’s very much loving towards his family, shown in the way that he always try to stay in touch with them by sending them letters whenever he’s away (sometimes with a gift) and occasionally surprising them. Tartaglia is very protective over his own children. I mean, no parent would want to see their own child being put in harm’s way or in dangerous situations so he does everything that he can to keep them safe, even if it means lying to them constantly—like how he avoids answering whenever he is asked about his work or make something up—and having the danger be put on his way instead.

Afraid that his obligations as a harbinger and loyal follower of the Tsaritsa would hinder his responsibilities as a father, Tartaglia tries to balance his time and doesn’t prioritize one over another.

KAVEH, quite a doting father, one could say that he’s overprotective towards his children with the fact that he’s all so vigilant and a little bit strict. Albeit he nags them often, but not in a harsh, shouting, throwing glasses and plates, violently screaming way of scolding or nagging but in a crouching on the floor so that they’re on the same level and speaking softly and slowly, never saying anything mean type (it’s not in his note to be rough and cruel towards anyone, especially to his own children). When they begin to cry, however, he would panic—and not just panic but panic panic. Suddenly, he’s blabbering apologies, wiping their tears, hugging them, and assuring them that everything’s okay and he’s not mad at them.

Kaveh provides them with everything that they want and need, would be supportive towards their dreams, does what he can to always be present in their life, everything. And all be it, as long as they come home, he’s perfectly content. He’s quite a selfless person and loving father, only wishing for his children to grow up in a warm home.

DILUC RAGNVINDR, (he has very girl dad energy; he would love it when he has a daughter) he’s the definition of a gentle father, the very embodiment of that word. He never fails to deal with the predicament that he’s having which involves his kids. He’s the type to play house with them, accepting his role as a bodyguard or sometimes, taking on the part as the pet; the type to sit on the floor and play tea party with them, drinking from a plastic cup that has nothing, and say that the tea tastes delicious. He would rather be the one to play such things with them than have others or no one do so even if it will make him look foolish. He spoils them a lot and I mean by a lot. He buys them a lot of things, mainly things that they show interest in or mentioned once that they would like to have—he’s the wealthiest gentleman in Mondstadt, money was never a problem for him. Albeit, the gifts were never enough to express his love for them and it never will be.

Diluc, the man that he is, would give them so much more even if it's himself that they must take.

KAEYA ALBERICH, isn’t exactly too strict towards his children. He lets them do what they want but in a way that they don’t feel like they’re being neglected or he doesn’t care about them. It’s just that he doesn’t wish for them to grow up on regrets and looking back on the memories that they could have had or done. If it makes them happy, then so be it (as long as it’s nothing dangerous or harmful). He occasionally takes his family out whenever he’s not being held by the throat by his responsibilities, taking them to many places away from the city—it could just be for a picnic, for stargazing, for anything just so that he can spend his time with his loved ones.

Kaeya would teach them a lot of things, ranging from small and sometimes foolish things such as how to beatbox to teaching them how to wield a sword if ever they show interest towards it, which would end up with him being seen as a mentor and teacher towards them. Leave it to him to teach them how to cartwheel, however, and he will have them learn and perfected it.

BAIZHU, is an extremely patient and caring father towards his children. Despite often being busy treating patients and having consultations, as well as his research, he still manages to find time to spend with them and finds ways to involve them in his day-to-day activities or tasks in the pharmacy. He brings them along with him to the pharmacy whenever he works but he doesn’t ask them to do anything. His child (or children) could just sit there as they watch him, play around, and take a nap—whenever this happens, however, he brings them to the back room where the bed is and lets them peacefully sleep there.

On one of those days wherein Baizhu could only do nothing but stay in and rest, his children are there to accompany him. Despite how much he insists that they can leave him on his own and they can play outside instead, they wouldn’t listen, preferring to help the herbalist and Qiqi bring him hot water and fruits to aid his recovery. And with them by his side, serene dreams come to his sleep and he feels a little bit better about everything.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[fancyfeathers]

Hi, im the anon who brought up a song by garbage. I was listening to Chicago, like any theater kid does, and I can’t do it alone came on. It reminded me of Ring leader! Villain! Dick, in a way that he would talk about his parents routine and showing reader each move in hopes that they can do it together. (If 🪱 anon isn’t taken, may I be that anon.)

have a nice rest of your night or day

Yandere!Batboys as Villains with Robin!Darlings AU Masterlist

Oh my god I love this idea, especially because as his darling’s day job I picture her as a ballerina/performer because of the parallels between them.

Like I can just imagine she is staying after rehearsal to use the stage to break in a new pair of pointe shoes, she was given the keys to lock up so she is the last one in the theater and she is all cozy in her sweatpants and hoodie over her leotard and has her headphones on, the noise canceling kind since she is alone, or so she thinks. She already called Bruce to let her know that she will be home late because she is locking up.

She pauses when she gets a call, the ringing intercepting her music is what gets her attention. So she huffs and goes back to her bag on the sight side of the stage where her phone is, it’s Bruce. When she answers she is slight annoyed until she actually hears the concern in her adoptive father’s voice…

“You need to get home know.”

“I already said I would be home late-“

“There was a break out from Arkham, the security systems were out.”

She was about to respond but there was a beeping from her end of the line, she looks down at her phone, no signal, but this was the center of Gotham, the phone line had to have been cut. She immediately starts grabbing her things, not even bothering to change out of her pointe shoes, normally she would not care about a break out, well it was nothing they could not handle, but their newest high security patient was in there because of her…

Or was in there…

She immediately feels a presence in the room in the room with her and she has the mind to just get out of there while she still can, or rather could…

“Look up, Sweet Pea.”

She nearly screams when she looks up and sees Dick hanging from the scaffolding that the stage lights hang from. He is smiling down at her like nothing is wrong, but the last time she saw him was when the GCPD finally found her and she was crying in Commissioner Gordon’s arms while he got cuffed by Detective Montoya, she looked just as horrified and now she did not have any of her gear to defend herself.

He jumps down, right in front of her and she looks horrified and shocked at the same time…

“Hey you don’t have to be so surprised, I did tell you I was an acrobat.”

“Get away from me.”

“Hey don’t be like that baby, we aren’t too different after all.”

“You kill people, Grayson. I keep this city safe from people exactly like you, but go on, how are we similar? Besides the dead parents part that is.”

Before she could even react, he grabs her leg and forces it up, pressing it up against her chest because of how flexible she is, pointing straight up in the air and it burns after hours after rehearsals. The way he looks at her makes her feel sick, it is as if he almost loves her, well he did say he loves her when he kidnapped her for over a month.

“Well we are both flexible…”

The only reason why he is able to mess with her in the moment is because she is tired and sore… and also the fact that she knows this was most certainly planned so at the very least she was locked in here with him, she could run and hide somewhere in the theater, she knows the building better than he does, or at least she thinks she does, and Batman would be here soon enough…

He starts dancing with her across the stage, her feet already hurt enough from her rehearsal on top of her breaking in her new pointe shoes…

Her feet stumble along as he dances with her, one of his hands squeezing onto her hand and the other unmoving from her waist. He hums a tune as he dances with her, she knows it well, Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy, it’s the tune that everyone knows even if they do not know ballet.

“You know my parents used to have this act together…”

“That’s nice, I am not an acrobat though.”

“Well you do have the build have the build of one.”

She does not like it when he moves the hand on her waist down to squeeze at her thigh, that is when she snaps and tries to kick at him, but instead he manages to grab that leg as well and force it over his shoulder along with the other leg.

“Here… let me show you the steps…”

It goes on and on, her trying to fight against him and him just moving her and contorting her body into several different poses and positions, each one hurting more than the last, and then when she finally tries pushing him back on last time, she gets him to let go but it is her falls and falls hard and there is an audible crack as she falls to the ground and sees her ankle is a position it should not be in, all red and starting to swell

“Oh no… that looks like it must have been painful… oh come here, don’t cry… a broken bone or two are bound to come at some point.”

[prettiestofpisces]

Breanna Stewart x Reporter

💋: smut, fingering

-personally i wouldn’t know how to act if she looked like THAT around me

- i’m posting this on an airplane but autocorrect is always against me so if you see an error lmk ( ex. stewie turns to steve lolll)

-as always any and all feedback is appreciated…muah

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standing up you fixed your pale blue blouse and tight black skirt, strutting through the libertys tunnel doors.

the new york liberty now stood at a new record of 17 wins, the number one best in the eastern conference.

questions cascaded your mind to ask the panelist, breanna stewart and jonquel jones yet none of them sounded good enough.

you practice with yourself still strutting down the empty stadium hallways.

“how did losing in the commissioners cup fuel the fire tonight to win by almost double digits?”

you scoff, kicking yourself at the originality…no.

“looking back at your previous loss to the lynx, what part of their game did you study coming into this one?”

this time a sigh exited your mouth.

hm a little better, but still no. you needed an obscure question for this post press.

you like to pose questions to athletes that bring out a side of them no one’s seen. whether it be excitement or vulnerability.

your companies sports articles offered rarity to sports news and discussed various, taboo topics, outside of ball.

wanting to impress your boss, this conference was to be no different and you needed a fun statement for this upcoming article.

as you entered the room voices could be heard everywhere. chatter was ambient, fellow reporters waiting patiently for the athletes to make their appearance.

looking around for a seat you find one in the front row off center to the left.

ten more minutes pass and suddenly complete silence takes over the room. shuffling in is breanna stewart and jonquel jones.

amungst the tallest in the meeting their prescence is almost intimidating.

sitting down right in front of you is stewart who’s expressionless. that is till her large dull eyes connect with yours and somehow it feels like it’s just you and her.

the two of you were fimiliar with each other, performing interviews here and there, but a true discussion was never held.

you take a deep breath looking around the room once more, and the press conference begins.

after thirty minutes or so the mediator announces.

“yes, final question coming from the front row, satin blouse.”

painfully boring questions had been thrown at them both left and right, now, finally it was your turn to do the talking.

you wiggle in your seat and inflate your chest to instill confidence. first introducing yourself and your company you lock eyes with breanna for a countless time and speak.

“…after a tough win, stewart i see you’ve changed into something more comfortable…” you look stewie up and down.

she he wore black sweat pants and a wife beater so tight her nipples, hard as ever, poked through perfectly.

“…fitting since you recently released new lounge wear to go with your new shoes color way. is it everything you envisioned and where is your brand going?”

stewie takes her hands and drags her palms down her chest and chuckles.

“yea it uh- doesn’t leave much to the imagination now does it” smirking directly at you.

“no, it doesn’t” shaking your head, you biting your bottom lip seductively.

jj takes notice of your flirtatious encounter, deciding to interject. “man if y’all don’t get a room or answer the question, we trying to get out of here!” stewie whips her head to her teammate laughing with her hands on her face.

“sorry…yea no the collection is called city of love and i’ve been dying to talk about it so thank you that’s a great question.”

stewie finishes up her statement as she watches you finish up your notes and record her the rest of her statement.

“alright, if that’s it we’re all free to go” the woman over the conference says.

breanna and jonquel thank everyone who attended and you place everything in its designated area in your purse.

feeling eyes on you, you take one more look around the entire room catching stewies bolted on your skirt.

you glance down and rush to pull down the fabric that had bunched exposing more of your bottom half than you’d like.

walking over to the exit where stewie stood you place yourself right infront of her. standing tall to her ear and whisper a quick message, “stop being a pervert.”

not taking another look at you she rubs her face with her hands as the other draped her side.

you roll your eyes and walk out into another empty hallway.

on your trek to leave the stadium you gaped, appreciating the structure now that it was almost vacant.

all that could be heard were the clicks of you heels against the tiled floor.

while nearing the exit, the ache in the balls of your feet were enough to need to sit down for a quick minute.

spotting some bar chairs you throw your purse and the rest of your belongings on the table before deciding to take a seat.

relief infiltrating your body, especially your feet.

kicking your heels off you huff “jesus christ.”

suddenly hearing footsteps behind where you sat, you can’t help but to turn your head.

the women behind you catching your eye, rightfully so. still in her lightly worn wife beater and sweats, breanna stewart appeared.

she took it upon herself to sit at your table and you watched as she did so.

“figured you could use some company.”

“i don’t but you’re welcome to sit..” you joke.

“ouch” she laughs.

there’s a pause of silence with you both looking at one another.

“you uh- with someone, single?” breanna blurts.

“what- who’s asking?” the questions catching you by surprise.

breanna points at herself signaling she wants to know, and in the blink of an eye she’s standing, towering above you in your chair.

you waste no time to stand up yourself as two can play that game.

“is there an issue stewart?”

you put a finger in her chest, pushing breanna outwards.

“you tell me” she says snarkily.

“honey you’re the one looking up my skirt” you counter argue.

“who’s to say you didn’t do it on purpose?” stewie shrugs with a toothy grin.

“ugh please” your bickering coming to an end as you turn on your toes and slip your heels on to head out.

that is till stewie pushes you against one of the surrounding walls. flipping you around to then face her. “oh shit-“

stunned, she left you pinned, arms by your side.

stewies grin gone, she gets just centimeters from your face

“listen, honey, not a single word leaves these lips while we’re here”

your breath hitches “okay..” eager for breanna to do whatever she wants to you, you comply.

“thank you baby” she says beginning to kiss on your neck, each sloppier than the one before.

you lightly close you eyes and in mere minutes she trails the hand that was once pinning yours up and down your thigh.

lifting your left leg to cradle her waist she then brings the hand to the hem of your skirt toying with it before reaching under.

your mouth agape ready for her digits to explore your cunt. moans escape your lips as grunts escape stewies.

she pauses removing her hand from to skirt to simply hold your leg in place.

your eyes flutter open to reveal breanna studying you and your face, the dimly lit stadium behind her.

“what’s wrong?” you whine.

she shakes her head. “nothing, i just wanted to make sure you wanted to do this” letting your leg fall. her accent being so thick made your pussy throb all the more.

you nod you head. “yes, i want you right here, right fucking now, no one’s here this late.” the corners of your mouth pull upward.

breanna pulls you off the cold wall for just a moment only to slap your ass.

“stewart!” you giggle, once again liking how rough she was being with you.

she returns the smile, her gums showing.

“even if there wasn’t i know you’d like a crowd”

you playfully slap her chest. “who’s the pervert now” she teases.

ignoring her comment you eye breanna, shimming off your panties and reaching for her hand, yearning to be touched. you place her hand back on your hips as you hoisted your leg over breannas waist again. she does the rest pecking your ear, then your jaw.

gliding her hand over your clit you groan at the sensation. “stewie go faster, or put your fingers in me, now-.” stewie cuts you off with a demanding kiss. no longer wanting to hear the attitude you were giving her.

stewie continues to rub your clit in agonizingly slow circles.

feeling how slick your hole was, she then knew you were ready for her fingers, her long, slim fingers.

you drag out a load moan as she inserts not one but two, her middle and pointer.

pumping her fingers in and out of you, you become more and more vocal.

“shit”

“mm fuck, just like that!”

“stewie baby, i’m sooo close” tears running down your face.

you felt drunk, spiraling with how good your body felt, tingles radiated all over.

her two fingers sped up and she rubbed your clit vigorously with her thumb. the new friction sending you over the edge, orgasming.

the audible gasp and sloshing of your pussy’s juices were all breanna needed to come herself.

your knees buckled forcing you to collapse.

you would’ve hit the floor if breanna wasn’t there to catch and pull you in.

whimpering you regain your balance and embrace stewie in a hug, tired but in bliss.

she kisses your temple.

“you’re so beautiful”

with your head buried in her neck, stewie feels you smile against her pale skin. “you did so good for me”

the praise erupting butterflies in your stomach.

you finally look up her eyes glazing your face and the tear that stained your makeup.

you release from the hug, putting everything back in its place, your skirt, your hair and…

“you forgot something” stewie says, holding your underwear in front of her face

“oh- you’re sick” you say as she shoves them in the pocket of her sweats. you throw your head back in laughter.

“call me” she says nearing exit of the stadium.

you laughed “why so you can start a collection of my panties?!”

“exactly.”

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breanna stewart i hope both sides of your pillow are cold

[heckitall]

Heyo!!! heck is alive. barely.

im just flopping in here real fast to give everyone a heads up - mostly my commissioners because you all have been so patient and kind with me - that i have been extremely unwell the past few weeks. ive been in and out of hospitals and urgent cares almost for the entire two weeks of spring break i was given and have been so sick that i haven't drawn that entire time. literally all ive been doing is sleeping and waking up to feed my pets.

i hope you all are doing well and dont mind giving me a little extra time to play catch up with life, school, and commissions. i havent forgotten anyone, i am just not feeling great at all.

love ya'll <3