#thing on your swing fanart

[sourtomatola]

Hiiii! *gives a gift*

Fairy Sunny is a very sweet guy❤👀💦

I CAN'T BREATHE LOOK AT HIM!!!!

hE'S SO ADO-*HACK CAP lock*

He's so freaken adorable this is beautiful I love it so much!!!!

You just made my day!!

[starjunkyard]

Hilson should have had ONE. (1) honest to god fistfight. Not talking about no pansy ass scuffle either i need a FIGHT. Im talking bloodied noses nd bruised cheeks. I need them to exchange words that will alter the course of their relationship forever. MOST OF ALL. They need to make out nastystyle afterwards

[sourtomatola]

Oh my gosh this is phenominal!!! I've spent the last 10 minutes just zooming in on this and admiring it, it's so perfect for halloween!! I love the artistic liberties you took, I can't stop looking at this!!

His hands are beautiful!! The horns, the tree, the shading, ✨️ THE ABS!!! ✨️

This is so gorgeous I think it's my new desktop background thank you so much!!!!!

@sourtomatola I'm your Secret Skeleton! Happy Halloween!!!

I picked something from your Thing On Your Swing AU, Eclipse's introduction scene where he comes crawling out of the ground like some kind of hell born demon spawn seemed perfect for Halloween. He's delightfully creepy and unhinged <3 And I know that the tree is supposed to be a pine tree but I took some artistic license with it because I wanted to draw something more gnarly and twisted for the ✨aesthetic✨

I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun working on this ^__^

[cern1cal0]

<?> I MADE MY ARKHAM ASYLUM PSYCHIATRIST FALL IN LOVE WITH ME (NOT CLICKBAIT)

[fishyfarms]

Been thinking so much about August’s personal life and family and all that stuff….Henry is her younger half brother who she had a very difficult relationship with at first but eventually they become like two peas in a pod and ofc August lets him visit and stay at the farm every now and then! He’s a very curious kid who is interested in just about anything so August’s weird assortment of farming knowledge is so important to him….anyways sibling bonding or whatever <3

[weirdenbyferret]

As i promised, @sourtomatola ur next!!!

Toma please, this man is so pretty, i want him to also be our hubbyyyyyyyyyy

[sourtomatola]

Read ur fae au and ended up doodling them earlier, I thought id share here if you'd like-

Ignore that iv eclipsed him ☠️ maybe he was cursed or something.

Oh I love this so much!! What a beautiful style you have!! He looks so harmless and graceful!!

[wh1msic4lwasab1]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 .ᐟ ⊹₊⋆

synopsis: roleplay with nanami backfires on him

tags: switch!Nanami, switch!Reader, handcuffs, riding, against the wall, roleplay

wrd cnt: 1.1k

a/n: my friend sent me this fanart and i literally opened this app 2 seconds later to write…

You find yourself on the dining table, hearing the sound of boots echoing off the cold marble floor. You can't believe you're really going through with this, but the thought of roleplaying with Nanami was something you couldn’t get out of your head unless you finally did it.

As you turn your head, you see Nanami standing there, dressed in a tight-fitting police uniform, complete with a badge and a gun on his hip. He looks every inch the authoritative figure, and you can't help but feel a thrill run through you as he approaches.

'Well, well, well,' Nanami says, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. 'If it isn't our little troublemaker. You're coming with me.'

You open your mouth to protest, but Nanami is having none of it. He grabs you roughly by the arm and pulls you towards him, his eyes flashing with dominance.

'You're under arrest,' he growls, his breath hot against your cheek. 'And I'm going to make sure you pay for every little thing you've done.'

You shiver with anticipation as Nanami pulls out a pair of handcuffs and secures your wrists behind your back, though not to tight as to hurt you. He then pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing against yours as he begins to search you.

'I'm going to find every little bit of evidence you've hidden,' he growls, his hands roaming over your body. 'And then I'm going to make you pay for it.'

You moan as Nanami's hands find their way under your shirt, his fingers teasing your nipples. You can feel your arousal growing as he continues to search you, his hands lingering on your most intimate areas, squeezing and kissing the curves and dips of your skin, wherever he can find them.

Finally, Nanami steps back, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

“It looks like we have a bit of a problem here. Look at you, I can't very well take you in like this, now can I?'

He reaches down and begins to unzip his pants, his eyes never leaving yours.

'I think I'm going to have to search you a little more thoroughly,' he says, his voice low and dangerous.

You watch as Nanami pulls his cock out, already hard and eager for you. He steps closer, his body pressing against yours once again as he begins to grind against you.

'Let's see if we can't find a more...creative way to search you,' he growls, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss.

You moan as Nanami's cock slides inside you, filling you up and making you feel complete. He starts to move, his hips thrusting hard and fast as he takes you roughly against the wall.

'Is this what you wanted?' he growls, his lips finding your ear. 'Me to take control? To dominate you?'

You can only nod, unable to speak as Nanami's thrusts grow more urgent. He reaches down and grabs your thigh, lifting it up and wrapping it around his waist as he drives deeper inside you against the wall.

'You like that?' he asks, his voice rough and raw. 'You like it when I take charge?'

You nod again, your orgasm building up inside you as Nanami's thrusts grow more frantic.

“Say it.” He demands, taking your face in his grasp as he watches your brows furrow in surprise. You can feel yourself on the edge, ready to explode as Nanami's cock hits that perfect spot inside you.

“Please- Officer….keep going- I love when you take charge.”

He chuckles, letting go of your face as his free hand now unlocks your cuffs, giving you a reward for your compliance.

What a bad cop.

'Come for me,' he growls, his teeth sinking into your neck as he bites down.

As he finds himself distracted in the hook of your neck, you swing your cuffs up and find his wrists, bounding them with a tight clasp.

Nanami's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the cold metal of the handcuffs around his wrists, locking him in place. He tries to pull away, but your legs are still tightly wrapped around his waist, holding him in place. A smirk spreads across your face as you take in the sight of the powerful officer, now at your mercy.

'Well, well, well,' you say, your voice dripping with satisfaction as you taunt him. 'Looks like the one in charge isn't you anymore.'

Nanami's chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to catch his breath, his eyes locked on yours as he processes the situation. You can see the desire and confusion warring within him, and it only makes you feel more empowered. You shift your hips, causing Nanami to gasp as you find that perfect spot once again.

'You like that, don't you?' you say, 'Being at my mercy like this.'

Nanami's reply is strangled, his lips parted as he tries to find the words. But before he can say anything, you lean in and capture his lips with yours, silencing him with a deep kiss. You can feel his body trembling beneath yours, his cock still buried deep inside you as you explore his mouth with your tongue.

You break the kiss, leaving Nanami panting and breathless. You slowly slide your legs down from his waist, relishing in the feeling of him sliding out of you. But you're not done with him yet. You grab his bound wrists and lead him over to the bed, walking him like a dog before you push him down onto his back, hitting the plush of your bed.

'Now, Officer Nanami,' you say, your voice low and seductive. 'It's my turn to take charge.'

You climb onto the bed, straddling Nanami's hips as you reach down to guide his cock back inside you. He watches you with a mixture of desire and trepidation, unsure of what you have in store for him. But as you begin to move your hips, riding him with a fierce intensity, he can't help but give in to the pleasure, moaning deeply when you pull the chain of his cuffs up to hold his bound wrists above his head.

You lean down, your hair falling around Nanami's face as you kiss him deeply once again. You can feel his body tensing beneath you, his cock twitching inside you as he gets closer and closer to the edge. You break the kiss, sitting up straight as you ride him harder and faster.

'Come for me, Officer,' you demand, your voice filled with power and authority. 'Come for me now.'

And with that, Nanami shatters beneath you, his orgasm ripping through him with a force that leaves him gasping for breath. You follow soon after, your own release crashing over you as you milk every last bit of pleasure from Nanami's body.

As you both come down from your high, Nanami catches his breath, head thrown back onto your bed.

'I think we can consider this little...incident taken care of,' he says, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

whimsic4alwasab1 ™ - do not copy, translate, modify, or claim any of my work as your own.

[theguildawards]

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[sourtomatola]

Sorry it took so long to respond, I just caught my breath from screaming

Almost broke down in the grocery store, I love this so much!!

"Don't you know who I am?" That is smug and so perfect!! This is amazing, thank you thank you!!

Hey guys did you know I like faes, hey hey, hey guys did you know I like-

For @sourtomatola, Based on their story Thing on Your Swing

Song Inspiration! Quick note, Eclipse has four arms but it became a bit too busy so I cut off one had to remove one :( Also Imma bath him in pure silver

[inuhalfdemon]

The Chain Game (3/3)

Fanart source: LycanTrophy888

Part 3

RadioApple SMUT

Part 1: Here

Part 2: Here

Brainrot into one-shot fanfiction

Rating = 18+

Word Count = 1,604 Words

Thank you all for the lovely response to this. This will be the last part to this supposed to be "one-shot" series... Please check out the sources to my brainrot credit below and stay tuned for more content. I've still got "Dirty Dealings" to wrap up but I've got more RadioApple SMUT (and....FLUFF *gasp*) ideas forming. Thanks for reading!!!

When Alastor awoke, it was to the sound of chains: rattling and clinking. 

Fully coming to, he first noticed that he was actually and truly suspended from off of the floor. His arms and legs were bound expertly behind him in a hog-tied fashion; chains intricately and artfully woven so that they held him securely in this position while distributing his weight with masterful efficiency. He had been raised a good five feet off the ground: his movements upon waking causing him to - slightly but freely - swing and sway. 

The next thing he noticed was that something was placed against his face; he could see the soft outline of a black leather strap wrapping just above the bridge of his nose, a cage of wire effectively encasing his mouth. He could feel soft but firm leather straps originating from the muzzle; wrapping around his head, past his antlers and his ears, fastened securely in place. Muzzled; much like someone's disobedient dog... 

"You are awake, I see." Lucifer, parting the shadows, appeared before Alastor - fully naked. Alastor briefly noted then that he, himself was bare-chested but otherwise still dressed in his dress pants. 

"You blacked-out there...I told you this stuff could be potent." Lucifer told him, referring to the dried Ichor that was coating his bare skin; cascading down his chest and splashed against his neck, arms and face. The wound on his shoulder had very nearly finished knitting itself closed. 

"I told you what would happen if you couldn't control that rather nasty bite of yours." Lucifer was saying, approaching Alastor and hooking one clawed finger through a wire of the basket muzzle. "And, well....promises." 

Alastor growled; ears laid flat against the straps that wrapped around each base. 

"A shame you had to go and pass out on me like that, really." Lucifer used the finger that held the muzzle to force Alastor's head into a sharp tilt, so that he could look him straight into one eye. "I thought things were just getting good..." 

He released the wire muzzle: Alastor's growl building into a snarl. 

"Tell me, Alastor, do you wish to continue our little...game?" 

"Yes...sire." Alastor replied; his radio filtered voice crackling throughout and into the surrounding shadows.

"A rather honest answer." Lucifer noted. "You are learning...." 

The chains holding Alastor began to move. The long chain that held his legs bound and bent into his back loosened and let go just as the chains supporting his upper body shifted and pulled him into a standing position; his upper body still tightly restrained. 

"And, are you ready to begin, again?" Lucifer asked him. 

"Yes...your grace." 

"Heh...I should have muzzled you a long time ago." Lucifer told him as chains slid to the floor, releasing Alastor's bound hands and arms from behind his back. 

"And, do you plan to behave...?" Lucifer asked him, smiling wickedly up at the radio demon. 

"Of course...your-" Alastor did not get the chance to finish before the chain encircling the ring to his large brimstone shackle around his neck jerked forward; pulling him down. He was brought down to his knees, shackles encasing his wrists and securing themselves tightly to the floor. The chain that kept him leashed had tightened and shortened itself so much that he could not raise himself from the kneeling position he had been forced into. 

"Fuck!" Alastor snarled, realizing the very vulnerable position he had been placed in.

"Now, there is the matter of your attire. You are much too covered for what I have in mind..." Lucifer told him, approaching him from behind. 

"I could just shred these fine dress pants to pieces but then... I'd like to think I'm not that much of a monster." He said, leaning down. 

Alastor sent a viscous kick out at Lucifer. The angel caught the outstretched leg with ease: holding Alastor in this new position. 

"Ah..." Alastor tried to jerk his leg back but Lucifer's hold was firm. Alastor's ears swept back: apprehension building now that he had been reduced to kneeling on just one knee...

Keeping Alastor's leg raised; Lucifer stepped between both limbs, pressing himself into Alastor's backside. Alastor could feel the King's erection, pressing into him through the fabric of his only remaining clothing. 

Lucifer leaned himself further into him; the pressure of his member pressing just there.... 

Alastor shuddered; pleasurable sensations rolling like waves down his back at the contact. 

Firmly keeping his erect cock pressed against Alastor's covered entrance, Lucifer leaned over still further. Alastor felt the scarred skin of his lower back make contact with the bare skin of Lucifer's chest as the angel laid across Alastor, forcing him to bare more weight onto arms and hands. Using his free hand, Lucifer dragged a clawed finger delicately across Alastor's lower stomach, sending a burning, tension directly to the demon's groin. Sliding his hand into the waistband, Lucifer pulled Alastor's fully erect penis out, shifting the clothing down further. 

Leaving the quivering cock - for the moment - Lucifer continued to drag his clawed hand across the waistband of Alastor's dress pants, returning to his back and pulling them down to Alastor's knees. Lucifer paused, considering the now fully exposed long and fluffy deer tail that wiggled and wagged with jerking, nervous movements. 

"You know...my own tail," Lucifer continued to pull the dress pants off of Alastor's limbs, adjusting and re-adjusting the angle of Alastor's legs to get the job done. "Well, I've found it's really rather quite sensitive..." Shifting form slightly, his black, forked devil's tail slid and wound itself across Alastor's bare leg, climbing up the thigh, over his pelvis and coiling itself tightly around the base of Alastor’s still-wagging deer tail. 

"Tsk..." Alastor flinched, pulses of sensation tickling the base of his spine. Alastor's antlers, already slowly branching out and climbing higher before suddenly spread wider; rising sharply. His eyes burning green. 

Keeping Alastor's one leg raised off the ground, Lucifer leaned himself back into him. With no fabric to dull the contact now; Alastor felt the tip of Lucifer's engorged member pressing against him, threatening penetration. 

"Why, Alastor...I do believe I've misread you." Lucifer told him, reaching around and taking him fully in-hand now. 

"Hell's great radio demon wants to be mounted...I think you might actually be dripping at the thought..." Lucifer noted, pre-cum oozing between his fingers and falling to the floor. 

"Hhhnnngggh" Alastor groaned, trying to steady himself. "You talk too much." He managed. 

"Careful, pet." Lucifer purred. "Or do you want me broadcasting your screams of pleasure all throughout Hell when we're done here. Imagine it… The fear in those sinners who hear them...not knowing just who could make you come undone so completely..." 

Alastor answered with a moan, unable to articulate anymore. 

Setting Alastor's leg down now, Lucifer leant over as he firmly gripped Alastor's oozing penis; milking what he could into his hand without setting him over the edge. 

Letting go of the throbbing muscle, he pulled his pre-cum filled hand back, spitting into his palm. Leaning back slightly, he smeared the mixture along his own more-than-ready length; his own pre-cum adding to the lubricant. 

Lucifer moved his hands to each side of Alastor's hips. In response: Alastor sunk himself further to the ground, hair raised like hackles; spreading his knees wider; his deer tail standing, frizzed and jerking with Lucifer's tail still wrapped and squeezing it at the base. The chain leashing Alastor to the floor and the chains restraining his wrists tightened; keeping him securely there for good measure. 

Slowly, purposefully, Lucifer penetrated. Alastor groaned into the floor; claws gouging into the surface as he jerked against his restraints. Lucifer gasped at the tightness; pausing so that both of them might adjust before either of them came apart at the seams. Alastor was panting; his claws making an awful screeching; the end of his wire muzzle scraping across the slick floor. Lucifer held them there; his own claws digging sharply into Alastor’s hips, drawing blood. Alastor’s tension began to ease; his body responding and accepting this new development. Feeling the stretch and softening of muscle; Lucifer began moving – sliding his cock – in and then nearly out; in a slow and tortuous pace.

Pressed to the floor; Alastor shook with a whining, whimpering moaning.

Lucifer bit his own lip; golden blood seeping to his chin.

“You’re going-“ He huffed. “to have to stop that if-ah….-if…ahhhh, fuck…”

Lucifer’s hips jerked and Alastor pressed himself back into him; desperate for more. His deer tail was absolutely wagging at the stimulation he was feeling; his cock so fully hard and enlarged now that it was curved and pressing into his own belly. He could feel his own juices; touching him and spreading against himself.

Alastor jerked awake; afraid by what he might find.

Alastor’s tightness was sending Lucifer quickly over the edge. Feeling himself stiffen; about to unleash his load; Lucifer gave two hard and final deep thrusts into Alastor. Timing it perfectly, he pulled out; spraying cum all across the radio demon’s back. His final thrust had sent Alastor over as well; the radio demon coming undone beneath his King…  

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The room was pitch black; then a bedside light came on.

Alastor shifted awkwardly in the bed.

“What? No problem this time?” Lucifer asked him.

“No, I don’t think- Hm. Well…maybe a different kind of a problem.”

“Oh, for the love of-“ Lucifer slid out of bed, pulling a pillow and a throw blanket with him.

“Where are you going?” Alastor asked him.

“The couch.” Lucifer growled. “You can come get me when you are done changing my sheets.”

[sixosix]

ARE YOU READY FOR IT? | LYNEY

warnings 1.8k words, implied child neglect, the dark themes of the house of the hearth, once again i will say that this is not canon compliant

notes thank u naosaki (art) for proofreading the first ever chapter of the series!!! and being my hypeman overall LMFAO, see the end of the work for more notes + FANART

masterlist | next chapter

A deep breath. In, out. Once more. Rehearsed lines, practiced smiles, and a heart as steady as a frightened squirrel.

“Good?”

You meet his eyes. “Good.”

The corset isn’t as suffocating as you expected it would be. Aether ensures that you’re as comfortable as possible dressed in this snug bodice with a puffed-up, full skirt that drapes gracefully down your legs in a deep shade that blends in seamlessly with those of those who walk past the busy streets of Fontaine—because you’d eventually have to fight with this thing on.

The polearm feels heavy nestled in your palms. Strange, as you had never gone through a night without spinning it around your body and thrusting it into the air in the solitude of the night where no one would suspect a thing. You flick your wrist, not bothered to watch it disperse into the air. You’ve come to a point where green stems are more at home in your hands than weapons. You’re not sure why you don’t feel content with that revelation.

“Are you ready?”

Your gaze snaps to Aether, who’s looking at you warily as if standing across a ticking bomb. “Yes.” You offer a smile, hoping it comes across as comforting.

Aether tries for a smile back, though it looks more like a grimace. You can see it in his eyes: he doesn’t trust you. But his desire to learn more overpowers his wariness, and now, you’ve struck a deal. So long as you’re wearing this disguise, you are allies.

“Paimon is starting to miss your muddy apron,” Paimon says, wilting as you twirl around. “You look a lot less like Y/N.”

“This is who I really am, Paimon.” You glance to the ruffles and the thick coat, engulfing you in everything Fontaine. 

Paimon tilts her head. “Who?”

You cast her a dry smile. “Runaway coward, fraud, and Fatuu.”

YEARS BEFORE.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve been an orphan under the care of ‘Father’.

If you were to shut your eyes and reminisce about life before the orphanage, you’d catch a fleeting glimpse of your mother’s face as you were surrendered over to grand doors, ones that felt like they were fifteen feet tall and thick enough to keep you from your family. You don’t know if your mother was kind or if she intended to leave you here long enough for everyone to call you an orphan. You eventually stopped dreaming about her.

You find that it doesn’t matter because you’re already here. You wouldn’t know where she would be. Waking up spelled out another day of pushing through.

“Hush, child,” a voice whispered as you hiccuped, overwhelmed with unfamiliar faces and tall, tall walls. Your chin was gripped by hands with sharp nails, but they didn’t hurt you. “Save your tears. You are safer here.”

You blinked rapidly, tremors jostling your shoulders with each ugly sob, tears rolling down your cheeks. Your breathing slowed as the shed tears cleared your vision, finally seeing the woman in front of you. She looked as if she had just done something horrible; she looked as if she wouldn’t hesitate to slit your throat if you screamed and thrashed around her hold.

You looked at her and saw someone you knew would protect you.

It became a little less dull when ‘Father’ let you borrow one of the weapons from the stash. The one you chose reeked of dried blood and looked dangerously unused, its surface marred by rust. It was long, and you concluded from the tip that it was no sword; it was all too different from the weapons you’ve seen around. On your first swing, you stumbled and nearly let it slip through your fingers.

“A polearm,” ‘Father’ noted, staring down at you in a way that felt as if she was scrutinizing every action and every thought running through your head. “Would you like to try it out?”

It was difficult. Each swing felt as if you were inches away from hitting your own head—or, even worse, felt as if you would make the wrong move and hit ‘Father’, who’s watching you in silence. She doesn’t stand from where she’s seated, though she does speak here and there. Stand straighter; don’t hold it too tightly; watch your balance.

You loved it. You held onto the rusty polearm more than you breathe. You train, and train, and train until it twirls around your fingers seamlessly, like water rushing through smooth rocks, until it’s as easy as a second limb.

That is how you made a name for yourself in the House of the Hearth.

During the times ‘Father’ returned briefly from business trips, you’d make her watch you train. You made her see how far you’d come, and she knew it, too. She’d even invite the other orphans to spar with you, but you were never defeated.

The orphans would hear your name, and they’d either scrunch their noses in distaste or brighten up in awe—it’s all the same, in your opinion. They hear your name and think of how fondly Arlecchino favors you.

The next one, they whisper. The next king.

The House of the Hearth became something greater than a home. It became a training ground for future soldiers, disguised as an orphanage, yet it treated you far better than your own household. Here, you've matured in wisdom with each thrust of your weapon and with every hidden truth that Teyvat conceals; it's where you learned to sharpen and embrace them all. Here, no one can hurt you. No one tries to break down your walls or question why you have them up in the first place. 

‘Father’ took you in and gave you another chance. ‘Father’ saw your battered arms and torn faith and introduced you to a house where you wouldn’t ever have to feel this broken again. And you, too young and too aware of the creeping loneliness clawing at you, took her hand and never looked back.

The House of the Hearth is where you learned what it was like to feel respect. Fear goes hand-in-hand with it, but you can’t help it if it can’t bring you down because you’ve climbed far too out of reach.

“That was a really good match,” Freminet mumbles as you walk over, sweaty all over and panting from exhaustion—but there’s a wide smile on your face, only ever appearing after battling someone.

You beam at his praise. “Yeah? I was testing a new move last night. It didn’t work, though.”

“I didn’t even notice you slipping,” Freminet says, puzzled, prompting a burst of laughter from you.

This side of you is only reserved for Freminet. To everyone else—and especially ‘Father’—you’re cold and cruel, and you don’t like wasting time with other people. But you’ve grown fond of Freminet, just as his quiet murmurs and hours-long of whispers are meant just for you. It’s a strange friendship. Everyone else thinks you could never get along.

What everyone else thinks doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters, not when you’re something here.

“‘Father’ is calling for you,” Freminet says, gesturing vaguely to the side.

You pat Freminet’s head and flick the polearm back to life, materializing in your hands. “I’ll see you at dinner, ‘kay? Don’t sneak off this time.” Freminet pretends to think about it, humming thoughtfully, then smiles when you nudge his shoulder before darting off.

“Every kingdom would have the next king,” is what ‘Father’ says when you’re a few steps across her. There’s a ghost of a smile on her face—or at least is what you like to think. Your heart races. “I see it in you, child.”

Warmth fills your chest. You bow your head to hide the unprofessional and childish smile.

“Ah,” she continues, looking off to the side. “Before I forget…fetch your siblings. I have news to share.”

You frown, failing to hide your disappointment. You were hoping for a bit more. “Of course, ‘Father’.”

The House of the Hearth was perfect. This was where you thrived—where no one else could take this victorious feeling away.

But then Lynette became a part of the ‘family’, and with it, she dragged along Lyney.

Lyney, with his slicked back, matted hair, violet eyes wide yet somehow dim, and figure thinner than a stick—the picture of every orphan stumbling into their new home for the very first time. Lyney, who stands beside ‘Father’ as they’re introduced, his gaze wandering the room, the unfamiliar faces, then your unimpressed eyes. Lynette is behind him, peeking out from his shoulder.

‘Father’ gives them the usual: a promise of no betrayal, a promise of a bond as strong as the blood shared between the twins. They listen. You scowl.

It is also here, in the House of the Hearth, where your world is flipped upside down, all because of violet eyes that seem to have never left yours.

There’s something about Lyney that unnerves you.

You assure Freminet that it’s not just because you’re miffed that The Knave is paying too close attention to the twins. You would get over the jealousy—you knew it was for the twins to feel at ease as they settled in; she’d done the same to you (the only difference is she never stopped). But Freminet has also taken a deep liking to them, saying you’re wary for no reason.

He isn’t wrong. You’re wary for a reason you’re not sure why just yet.

It was just that Lyney’s face pissed you off.

He keeps staring from over ‘Father’’s legs, sharp eyes following your movements. His face is blank, keeping you from reading his thoughts, yet his eyes are wide. You can’t tell if it’s akin to a trembling puppy or a cat prepared to pounce. You hate the feeling of his eyes boring into your skin.

You tell ‘Father’ all of this as the other orphans scurry off to bed, and you’re in charge of cleaning the dining table. With each plate stacked, venom spits from your mouth, brows knitted, and teeth bared in a snarl. You haven’t questioned any of ‘Father’’s decisions—you’re wary of this particular one, though.

‘Father’ has that quirk on her lips, amusement evident on her suspiciously bright expression. “You haven’t met Lyney yet, have you? What’s brought this reaction out of you?”

You nearly fumble with the glasses, avoiding her eyes. “I-It’s not as if I hate him. I just—I don’t know. There’s something strange about him.”

And speaking of strange, ‘Father’ has that look in her eye that you’re starting to feel agitated by. You think that the knowing smile is a nice look on her, however, you’re not sure if what’s running through her head at the moment can be considered nice.

“I see,” she says, a lilt in her tone.

“See what, ‘Father’?” You bristle when she smiles wider. “See what?”

references: kingdom and the next king — lyney voiceline: about “father”: king

BEFORE U STOP READING, Pls check out this AWESOME FANART (FANART!!!) of the first scene by akagi0021

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[ladyknightellen]

It's a Mobility Aid...Not a Fucking Prop!!!

I guess it's just my brand at this point to go mia for a few weeks, then come back with a rant about some new, mildly infuriating realization I've had.

This particular realization is one that's kind of been buzzing in the back of my head as something that was kind of off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was until now. The 'aha' moment came when I was looking for pictures of Kaz Brekker to add to my collection of stickers on my binder for school. As I scrolled through, I began to notice a frustrating trend in the fan art...

Kaz Brekker, a canonically disabled character, who uses a cane to walk is consistently being drawn holding his cane as if it's just a prop, or a weapon, rather than what it actually is A GODDAMN MOBILITY AID!!!!

And before you start with 'but he hits people with it' I'm going to stop you right there. Yes, he does use it as a weapon sometimes, and it's even described in canon as being designed with the intention of using it as a club if needed, but it's still a cane. It is still a mobility aid that he needs TO WALK, and when you treat it like nothing more than a prop or a weapon, you erase a very important aspect of who Kaz is as a character, and honestly, as a cane user with chronic pain myself, it feels almost violent to see how often it happens.

Whenever I see art of Kaz standing with his cane in his hands like a billy club, or holding it across one or both shoulders, all I can think about is how much pain he would be in to hold a position like that without using the cane for support. At numerous points in the books during Kaz's pov chapters, we get several very detail descriptions of what it feels like for him on a daily basis as a result of his chronic pain. We also get several instances of how it feels when he has his cane taken from him, when he uses it to fight, or when he's disguised and doesn't want to give himself away. We see the toll it takes on his body to do this, and he always pays for it later.

Kaz does not swagger around Ketterdam with his cane over his shoulder, occasionally taking a swing at rival gang members. If this is the image you have in your head of him, please, I beg you to get rid of that image. Kaz is DISABLED. He has severe chronic pain and walks with a heavy limp and that cane is making contact with the ground on every step. Based on the kind of injury he had, I would imagine that his injured leg might even be a bit shorter than the other, which would possibly be evident in a visible lack of symmetry in the height of his shoulders. And that's just one possible way it could affect his body beyond just his leg that would be outwardly visible.

There are many more, but the point is that injuries like the one Kaz experienced can affect the entire body even with the best care and therapy, and Kaz didn't have any of that. I'm not asking you to be a medical expert just to draw fanart, but I am begging you think about things like this and at the very least, PLEASE draw the mobility aid being used as a mobility aid, not a prop. Stop erasing and sanitizing what little representation we have. If you think it makes him 'look more badass' or whatever to have his cane over his shoulder, I kind of don't really care.

P.S. And don't use the tv show as a reference because Freddy Carter is yet another example of a non disabled actor playing a disabled character.

[sourtomatola]

Oh moonie!! I love him! Thank you !!

Merry Christmas Happy Holidays! @sourtomatola

[naivegh0ul]

For Evangelionarc! (plus a bit of fanart that inspired me to finish this)

(warnings: smut, masc reader, non-consensual voyeurism, handjobs, dub-con)

(word count: 1,660)

If Ghost found out you were doing this, he'd probably kill you. He'd definitely kill you. Strangle you with his bare hands. Those massive, sexy hands with his calloused palms-

You're pulled out of your daydream by the sound of Ghost groaning. Right, you remember where you are. You're in Ghost's closet, phone in hand as you record the delicious moans coming from Ghost as he touches himself.

You can hear the slick sound of his hand moving up and down and you watch as he flicks the tip of his cock, his body jolting and eyes widening beneath his mask as he moans loudly.

What you wouldn't give to wrap your mouth around him. You've seen his dick before, in passing glances in the shower room, or that one time in Berlin where Ghost's fatigues caught on fire and he had to discard everything from the waist down.

It would've been funny, if not for the fact that you couldn't stop staring at Ghost's dick. That man is hung, fat and long, heavy balls, a gorgeous happy trail leading down to thick pubic hair.

You can see those things through the slats of Ghost's closet door, you can see the way Ghost's head falls back against his pillow as his hips fuck up into his hand, his fingers sticky and covered in precum.

"Fuck. Yes, just like that." Ghost groans, clearly in the middle of a fantasy. You wonder who's he thinking about when your phone suddenly slips out of your hand, clattering to the floor.

Ghost shoots up in bed, grabbing his knife off the nightstand with his wet hand and storming over to his closet. The door swings open and Ghost yanks you out by the collar, pressing his knife to your throat.

You half expect him to just slit your throat right then and there. Leave you to bleed out in the middle of his room. But he doesn't. He pulls the knife away from your throat, still gripping your collar tightly, and he slams you against the wall.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Ghost growls. You swallow nervously at the sharp weapon near your throat, along with the fact that Ghost's hand, covered in lube and his precum, is so close to your face. You feel something touch your leg and when you glance down quickly, you see that Ghost's cock is still out of his trousers. And he's still hard.

You splutter out a weak apology but Ghost silences you by moving his hand from the collar of your shirt to your neck, squeezing roughly as he pulls you back and bashes you against the wall again.

"Fuckin' freak. You like this, don't you?" Ghost pulls you back from the wall and stands in front of you menacingly, his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at you.

"Strip. Now." Ghost commands as he gives his cock a few rough tugs, watching you undress for him. He smirks once you're naked, your body on show for him to see.

Ghost shoves you in the direction of his bed, stalking over to you as you stumble backwards and fall onto Ghost's mattress. You watch his cock twitch at the sight of you sprawled out on his bed, eyes wide with fear (and arousal), your cock leaking precum where it rests on your thigh.

"Slag." Ghost spits. Instead of walking towards you like you thought he would, he walks over to his closet and grabs your phone that you dropped. He types in your password (which you have no clue how he knows) and scoffs out a laugh at what he sees.

"This is what gets you off, eh? Filmin' people without their knowledge." Ghost walks back over to you rather leisurely, scrolling through your camera roll and finding hundreds of pictures of himself in various positions.

Sleeping, eating, working out, showering. The sleeping photos disturb him the most and he tosses your phone at you, not caring if it hits you or cracks. He climbs into the bed, crawling on top of you as his heavy cock brushes yours, making you shiver. He sits himself on your lap, his thick thighs encompassing yours and the weight of his body holding you down.

Ghost stares down at you, his arms crossed over his chest. He seems angry, but it's hard to tell with his mask on. Suddenly, your head is whipping to the side as Ghost delivers a harsh slap to your cheek.

You groan, reaching a hand up to rub the red mark on your cheek. Ghost grabs your hand before you can do anything, lifting it above your head along with your other hand as he holds them down. Ghost's hand not pinning your arms down slaps your face again, another groan escaping you as your cock twitches against Ghost's.

Ghost raises his hand again and you shut your eyes in anticipation, expecting to be hit again but no hit ever comes. You open your eyes, peering up at Ghost to see him staring right back at you, his hand over his cock. He grasps your cock and his in his fist, giving them a firm stroke.

Your back arches as you moan, the feeling of Ghost's calloused palm squeezing your aching cock against his has you squirming in Ghost's hold, thighs twitching as Ghost strokes the two of you roughly.

Ghost seems unaffected, his eyes staring down at you lazily. It only fuels your arousal more, the sight of Ghost looking so bored, as if this is a chore for him and he wasn't the one who wrapped his big hand around the both of you.

His strokes speed up, similar to how he was stroking himself when you were watching from the closet. Clearly, Ghost likes it fast and rough as he squishes your cock against his and jerks his hand up and down quickly, making you cry out and arch your back once more.

You attempt to get Ghost to slow down, struggling in his hold and bucking your hips, trying to squirm away but you only end up fucking into Ghost's fist, rubbing your tip along Ghost's shaft.

"Ple-please," You breathe, thighs twitching as you moan and look up at Ghost with pleading eyes, his emotionless ones gazing right back at you. "Slow- mmm, slow down, I- I can't... too fast." Your words come out jumbled, sentences unfinished.

"Shut up." Ghost hisses, speeding up his strokes even more just to be cruel. Tears form in your eyes, the intense sensations proving to be too much for your sensitive cock. You try to plead with Ghost again, begging him to slow down.

Your begging annoys Ghost, you can tell by the way his left eye twitches beneath his mask and his fist tightens around you two. You cry out, Ghost's grasp on your poor cock is bordering on painful. "Please, please, I'm s-sorry! I, ah, I won't do it a-again."

A huff can be heard from Ghost at your words, he obviously doesn't believe you. "Lyin' little shit." He growls, leaning down to shut you up forcefully. His lips press against yours through the fabric, the cotton of his mask sticking to your wet lips.

The kiss is rough and intense, and Ghost's tongue tries to slip into your mouth, forgetting about the barrier blocking your mouth from his. Ghost quickly tugs his mask up to his nose, revealing a strong jaw and plush, slightly chapped lips.

You don't get a lot of time to admire that part of his face before his lips are on you, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. His tongue licks inside, tasting you as he grinds his hips forward, his tip bumping yours and leaking precum over it.

Ghost moans into your mouth and lets go of your hands to cup your jaw intimately, his thumb rubbing over your jawline as he fucks into his fist and kisses you with fervour.

"Close." Ghost murmurs. He leans impossibly closer to you, trapping your cock against his between the two of you. You whimper into Ghost's mouth and wrap your arms around his neck, tugging on the little tuft of hair peeking out from under Ghost's mask.

Ghost groans at your actions and tightens his fist again, making you whine. "You better cum with me or you're not fuckin' cumming at all." Ghost tells you as he pulls away from the kiss, chuckling as you lean up and try to chase his lips.

"Down, boy." He says mockingly. His lips move to your neck, sucking hickies along the underside of your jaw. All of a sudden, Ghost's teeth are sinking into your neck, marking you with a growl as his cock twitches and spurts his cum over your cock and your stomach.

When Ghost comes down from his high, his eyes looking at yours he sees the need and desperation in them. He glances down, confirming his suspicions. You didn't cum when he did.

"Please, I just need a little bit more, I promise." You say quickly, hands reaching in between you and him to get a hand around yourself. "No. You heard me. You didn't cum, tough shit. Out." Ghost nods towards the door as he sits up, wiping his cum stained hand on a tissue.

You try to plead more, begging Ghost as he moves off his bed and cleans his cock with a towel. "Please, Ghost, just let me touch myself. I'll be quick, I swear."

Ghost shakes his head, grabbing your clothes off the floor from when you took them off earlier and tosses them at you. "Get changed and get out... We'll try again tomorrow." Ghost says softly, seeing your eyes light up at the possibility of doing what you just did again.

"Yes sir." You nod, your tone shows just how excited you are, as if your still-hard cock hanging between your legs doesn't do that.

[fandomfucker]

Do you think you could do one for Rhea were it’s all about how she posts about her girlfriend on social media? Like she posts about her girl and the fans just go wild for it? Can make it fluff, smut, whatever takes your fancy. Could be headcannons if you want? ❤️‍🔥🌸

YES!! I love this one cause I literally think about these things all the time. Doing headcannons so I can fit more in🫡

Lemme know if yall want a part 2!

I've said it before, I'll say it again; Rhea loves doing TikTok trends with you

Whether you're running into her and she swings you around or your eyes are inches away from her tits, she loves them and she loves the reactions ya'll get from the fans

She constantly reposts fanart of not just the two of you, but fanart of just you

There's even some of you and her dogs which she commissioned the og artists to paint on a canvas so she could put them up around the house

And edits of course

She lives for the edits people make of you

You're not super active on twitter however Rhea will always find some way to flirt with you on every single post you make, no matter what its about. A winking emoji, some heart eyes, or the filthiest implications

and the mosherz always go batshit when she does it

she also reposts ever single one of your posts to hype you up no matter what it is

She also loves to just take pictures/videos of you when you're completely unaware and just totally natural because those are the things she loves most about you

Every milestone post has a caption so long most people dont even bother to finish reading it

of course its all about how much she loves you and how proud she is of you but omg its so long

she will bully the fuck out of anyone leaving even the slightest mean comment

like to the point they delete their account

she just loves to show you off every chance she gets

because you're hers and she's yours and everyone needs to know that

every thirst pic/video she posts goes to you first so you're always the first to see them

You also get bonus content thats not posted😉

sometimes you'll be in one of her tiktoks or thirst posts from Raw (or a ppv) and the caption is always something super raunchy that makes the fans freak out for the next few weeks

or until the next post

You've been obsessed with the Harley Quinn show on Max recently so for Halloween you made Rhea dress up as the Poison Ivy to your Harley Quinn

You won best costume and there was tons of fanart made of the two of you as them

You like to do face masks and you wanted Rhea to join you but she'd only do it if you would agree to do a little photoshoot with her with them on for her insta

She also took a little polaroid of you to keep in her wallet

On that note, when you revealed that Rhea keeps one of those mini photo albums for polaroids in her carry-on (no matter where she goes) FILLED with polaroids of you, you and the dogs, or the occasional ones of the two of you, or all four of you, Twitter blew up

it was all anyone could talk about for weeks

"The cutest thing ever!!😍 Rhea loves her SO MUCH😭"

SHE. LOVES. TO. SHOW. YOU. OFF.

She has "Belongs to Y/F/N" in her bio on all socials

Constantly taking pictures of you because "you're just so beautiful, babe"

The fans are in love with how in love you are

Like its a fairytale and they're living for it

She constantly talks about you in interviews and always reposts those clips specifically so that just in case people didn't watch/listen to that particular instance of her gushing about you, now they have

The fans cosplay as the two of you just like they do with Rhea and Dom

you are THE it couple

Everyone wishes they were you

When you got engaged, you changed your name in your insta bio to Mrs. Ripley and the fans actually went insane

like to the point that the official WWE accounts got involved