#writting request

[chain-link-smut]

Are requests open? If not, please feel free to delete this

Do you remember Day 17 & 18 of Smut-ember? The one where the Chain were a bunch of different monsters/mythical beings? Bc God I still can't stop thinking about them lmao

I was wondering...would you ever revisit that concept? Maybe expand on it with a chapter for each of the boys? God the short blurb for Fallen Angel Sky? Be still my beating heart--

Absolutely no pressure if you don't feel like it! But if you do feel like it, I promise you that at least one person would be interested haha

Hello Beautiful Beasty!!

Request are open still.

You have read my mind Anon! I am in the process of planning out the 9 chapters for this. I love Fallen Sky and the battle he has with himself. He is toe curling delicious. Him and Legend so far are my hardest to write, but it is being written!

I'll post a chapter a day once it is all done.

So glad those two days were loved!

Keep it Naughty Beasties!🖤

[felixblankspace]

Drawing and Drabbles requests are Open (￣▽￣* )ゞ

Hello Hello-

I'm practicing a new art style so I'm accepting drawing request with this style :D

The drawing is free, but if you wanna tip me in my ko-fi （￣︶￣）

With the tip you are helping me to get new glasses cuz mine are broken

I'm also having writting request, just drabbles -

All of the request are going into ko-fi to all people who wants to see it

[kaisntbreathing]

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐗 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

❝ 𝔒𝔥 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔶 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔱 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔤𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔡.❞

PART ONE & PART TWO

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐂𝐓.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒:

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐕𝐈O𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕�� 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒P𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. "𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃" 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

Your blood ran cold at the sight presented infront of you as you saw your husband Adam through the glowing orb showing you him clutching his chest as he struggled to fight back as the king of hell himself, Lucifer beat the shit out of him as you felt your mind reeling as your mind flooded with loud thoughts as your mind screamed at you to help him but your body refused to act, you knew you were strictly forbidden to ever go down to Hell, unless you were given special permission, but you didn't have any time to go ask you needed to move.

Everything seemed to slow as you felt your two spinning halos float around your head as your six wings fluttered as they unfolded from your back as your gut turned inside you as you trembled as you finally managed to force your body to move as you rushed out of your office down the hallways as fast as your wings could take you.

"I'm comming Adam, please hold on."

A few hours earlier

You walked down the clean, marble floors of Heavens "council" building as your heels clicked against the marble floors echoing as you made your way towards the large door with the name "Archangel Y/n" .

You entered your large clean office as you kicked the door shut behind you as you sighed you snapped your fingers as a glowing light swirled around the room as it form into a glowing orb, as you peered into it seeing your beloved husband and the other exorcists flying towards the portal to Hell.

You and Adam's earlier conversation rang out through your head as you heard his voice saying in his usual egotistical attitude.

"I'll be fine sugartits, I love you".

Back to the present

You sprinted down the halls as your heels clicked loudly as you ran towards the main room as you bursted through the two large double doors as you looked up at the portal to hell as your large white wings outstretched as you took off, you felt your head spin as you feared you'd be too late as you were breaking a really big rule but you didn't care your husband needed you.

You quickly emerged out on the other side of the portal as you scanned the area as you saw all the death, chaos, and bloodshed as there were dead angels everywhere and their golden blood was splattered everywhere.

As you flew towards the explosions and gunshots you saw the fight as you saw Adam, bloody and bruised and his mask was completely shattered revealing his handsome face as you saw Lucifer and his daughter flying towards him as you moved as you felt your halos almost shake with anger and fear.

As you collided with Lucifer he dropped his daughter as you landed infront of Adam as your six pairs of wings outstretched to shield him as your true form came through.

Your wings and arms had many pairs of eyes and you had curled horns and inbetween your two horns was a blue fire as you stared down Lucifer with a iron and fierce gaze as your hands shook from adrenaline, fear, and anger.

You suddenly felt your husband grab your wrist gently as you turned to face him he looked up at you with a confused look as he knew you weren't allowed down here.

"Y-Y/n... Y-you can't be here, you shouldn't be here go bac-"

You shut him up as you looked at him with your blazing eyes, he'd never seen you so angry nor had he ever seen your true form until now, you were much taller then you normally were as your halos overcrossed above your head as they floated and softly glowed.

"I'm not leaving, I don't care if I'll be punished. I'm not letting my husband die."

As you looked back at Lucifer you both glared at eachother, you both were very powerful beings and you knew you could hold your own against him but you were unsure if you could win, as you growled lowly at him as your eyes were glowing with your wrath as your body felt hot and tingly.

"You'll kill me before you touch him."

Your voice was deeper then usual as you growled and spoke through your clentched teeth as your hands balled into fists as you snapped your fingers as your large scythe appeared in your hands the blade glowed and pulsed with a blessing spell as you stood tall and protectively infront of Adam.

"Dad, she's an archangel...Be careful"

The blonde demon girl said to Lucifer as she looked at you in awe but also fear as you radiated a very overwhelming presence as your magic was almost suffocating.

You felt your eye twitch in anger as your hands clentched tightly into fists as your hands trembled as your magic flowed through the air around you as you tightened your grip on your weapon as you lowered your ice cold glare.

For what felt like an eternity you and Lucifer we're locked in a intense staring match as neither of you moved, waiting for the other to react first as you saw something moving in your peripheral vision as you spun around seeing a small one eyes demon holding a small angelic dagger as you snarled as she looked up at you as she scurried away.

As you kept your eyes on Lucifer and their surroundings you both knew if you both fought it would definitely result in a lot of destruction and death, but you didn't care.

You were going to fucking die before you let anyone touch your husband.

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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐌 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.

[roachesbf]

I have a question if Ghost would get more cocky since your also a cat or a cat deviant than what would happen if Horangi figured it out ? Would he get more cocky or just more touchy and more affectionate like he found out cause you the reader were sleeping like a cat in the sun in a private spot or maybe he sees the ears or tail you were hiding? Maybe your also a tiger what would he think about the reader also being a tiger ?

Tiger Horangi With a Cat Variant Reader

Artist @ Mr_not_null (twt.com)

The thing with Ghost and Horangi both having a cat deviant partner is that they now know you can handle their natural strength, along the fact you already understand specific social cues that was seen strange or weird to others. But Horangi finding out just ups this factor a shit ton!! He becomes an even more cheeky shit. He likes tugging on your ears with his teeth, giving them the occasional nibble just hear you yowl, and then give it little kitty licks to make it up to you.

He does the same thing with your tail and he’s so lucky he’s cute that you might let him get away with it. He’s just such a playful silly guy, commonnn you wouldn’t punch a playful silly guy now would you.

I’d also say Horangi likes grooming you, makes him feel domestic and cute. He’ll hold you in his arms with your back hitting his chest as he goes to town on your ears. He enjoys if you do it back to him but he likes having you like putty in his arms.

Cuddle sessions between the two of you is a mangled mess. His leg is over yours, your arms are tangled together, and he’s got his tail curled into yours. Anyone entering the room could hear just how loud the both of you are purring against each other in your own comfort.

Just relaxing the two of you like to go out and sun bathe, it’s exactly the same as my other headcanon except now you’re also just as willing to lay in the sun with him. But because it gets hot, instead of cuddling he just lays himself on top of you.

Horangi adores when he catches you giving him that closed eye squint. Knowing what it means it pulls at his heart strings and makes him want to gush all over you but he keeps a serious energy. Going back to the cuddling thing he’ll do it back to you and you guys are just rubbing cheeks against each other while purring AND DAMM ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER !!!

[andreaheartscats]

Hi! I was wondering if you could please do Sal fisher who’s dating someone who has a pet rats? (Like 2-3) ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

oh my god yess!! also hello there to you too:) this is my first time writting a request so i hope i don't disappoint you :')

a/n: i hope this is what you expected and sorry for any grammer mistakes i made! proofread? nahh. im too lazy but anyways i hope you enjoy !

"Do you have a rat problem?"

You were chilling in your apartmant waiting for your boyfriend Sal to come over. You called him a few minuts ago over your walkie-talkie he gave to you not too long ago.

While waiting for him, you decided to play with your two pet rats Harry and Jerry. ( don't ask why i named them that, it's the first thing that came to my mind and it rhymes.)

You took them both out of their cage and placed Jerry, the darker gre one, on your shoulder. And kept Larry in your hands as you gently stroked his tiny head.

You checked their cage in the meantime, making sure it was clean and they had all they need. When suddenly there was a knock on your front door.

Finally. That should be Sal. Even tho he literally lives in the same apartmant building as you, he somehow always takes too long to get to your apartmant.

You placed Harry on your other shoulder and went to get the door. You opend the door and there you saw your living boyfriend Sal with his usual mask on. But only this time you could see his eyes were slightly wide?

"You have rats?!"

was literally the first thing he said to you. "Yea? and your making it sound like i have a rat problem.."

for a moment he was silent while he watched the air of rats climb around your shoulders, sniffing your neck.

You moved to the side and let Sal in so you two could sit in your living room.

"These are my pet rats, how come you never noticed their cage in my bedroom?"

You asked slightly confused while filling a glass of water for him and getting some snacks out. Meanwhile, Harry and Jerry were still just chilling on your shoulders.

"I mean yea i did notice the cage.. but i thought it was for a hamster..."

You chuckle out slightly as you place the glass water on the coffee table and a bowl of some chips.

Comfortably, you sat down on the couch next to Sal. "Wanna pet them?"

you straight up asked him while holding Harry in the palm of your hands, while Jerry was climbing on top of your head.

Not gonna lie, Sal thought it was cute. How you had pet rats and how much you loved animals in general.

Sal nodded his head as he bought his hand to pet Harry.

"gently now."

You told Sal as he began to pet his little head, he seemd to enjoy it.

"Aww i think he likes you"

"Really? Well thats a realife, i don't know what i would've done if my partners pet rats didn't like me."

Sal joked as you two laughed together.

The rest of the time, Sal was playing with your two rats. For a moment it seemed as if he liked them more than you (that ain't true yall). It was cute seeing him smile and laugh without his mask. Especially while he played with your rats.

Now that you think about it.. you gotta be extra careful about them if you want to live with him... I mean gizmo, come on.

[missvainillapudin]

Will you keep the secret?:

request: @swoofllia "Need some vance angst and fluff at the same time😛"

Vance Hopper x fem!reader

Prompt: mentions of self-harm, family issues, murder, blood, verbal violence (probably anxiety too, I got really stressed writing this 😭)

but it was fun anyway!

"Are you sure it's going to work? Because I think if you put it this way..."

"Shut the fuck up, I know how to do it."

Vance shoved you with his shoulder when you tried to put your hands over his on the mini controls of the Pinball machine, which made you take a couple of steps back and turn off all your desire to continue insisting on trying to play his "arcade game."

You let out a sigh of slight annoyance and crossed your arms as you leaned against the wall next to the Pinball machine and watched him with a frown like an angry cat that had its tail stepped on.

You saw his concentrated expression as his hands quickly moved the controls of the game machine and you thought that maybe you could give at least a small comment about it, a slight suggestion, but as soon as you opened your lips you were abruptly interrupted by his annoying bark.

At least that's what it sounded like to you, like an annoying dog that barked.

But also bit...

"I told you to shut the fuck up, keep those pretty lips shut unless you want me to rip them off!"

You watched him without being surprised or scared by his attitude, you already knew Vance, the boy was a fucking time bomb whose trigger seemed to be (honestly) everything around him

And it was only a matter of time before he let loose destroying everything and everyone in his path

Everyone but you

So you gave him an ironic smile indicating that you both knew very well that that wouldn't happen, because you wouldn't allow it and he wouldn't dare

Too bad the owner of Grab'N Go didn't know the same

"You should be nicer to your girlfriend"

Both of you turned to that female voice, you in astonishment at the same time that the red and white striped straw of your drink came loose from your lips and Vance with a frown turning his face slightly over his shoulder

"And you should learn to close your fucking mouth, you damn neglected old woman"

The woman looked at both of you in astonishment and indignation and you turned to see Vance in shock

"You- damn brats! Get out before i-"

You grabbed Vance's hand tightly and ran towards the exit of the mini store before the lady could even finish yelling at you to get out of her store

Followed by the sound of the Grab'N Go bell indicating that the doors had opened and their labored breathing, still without letting go of his hand the two of you continued running until you reached behind the small parking lot of the place

Finally you let go and both of you gasped agitatedly, you walked towards him only to push him with your hands with annoyance and force, but this only managed to make him take a few steps back

"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you crazy? You can't just treat others like that! God, what would have happened if things escalated even more?! You're a-"

You continued to yell and insult him with all your might while he just watched you

Panting, with the bangs of his disheveled blonde hair falling over his face, and the muscles of his arms tense and marked, he looked down and clenched his fists tightly while cursing something rude under his breath

"You're the fucking crazy woman who made us run away, do you even know how to behave in a civilized manner? Crazy bitch..."

You looked at him as if he had said the biggest stupidity in the universe and you even snorted, about to laugh

"Oh, I'm the crazy one? You're the rude idiot who doesn't know how to behave!"

You yelled at him annoyed and let out a sigh with a bitter laugh

"I can't believe you kiss your mother with that mouth!"

You mocked without grace and crossed your arms looking away in annoyance, reluctant to continue fighting with him, but it seemed that Vance had other plans

You heard the sound of his footsteps walking towards you in a hurry and as soon as you looked up you already had him in front of you, cornering you against one of the bushes in the place, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans and his hard and intimidating gaze on you

"Do you really want to talk about parents?"

His words echoed through your head, you remained silent for a few moments before letting out a sigh and shaking your head

"No, I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go in that direction..."

You apologized feeling now smaller and more vulnerable as you rubbed with one of your hands the fabric of the sleeves of your clothes that covered those painful wounds on your wrists

Those wounds, the product of the hell you lived in your house and how that situation made you feel

This information was not unknown to Vance either, you had already told him and you had talked about it a couple of times

About how your father used to get violent with you after a bad day and a couple sips of beer and how your mother just limited herself to observing that scene

But none of those talks were going to be enough to make the cuts on your wrists close and the blood from your flesh stop coming out, no matter how hard Vance wanted it

His gaze fell on your hands rubbing the wounds on the fabric of your clothes and he let out a sigh as with one hand he moved yours away from your wrist and with the other he surrounded your shoulders bringing you closer to him in a hug

"It's okay, I'm sorry, just... stop doing that"

You heard him say with his face buried in the softness and comforting scent of your hair

You nodded still between his chest and his arm and looked up to stand on your tiptoes and give him a kiss on the lips

And in that moment, in that small space that the world allowed you to enjoy which involved Vance's comforting arms and the familiar body heat that radiated from his body

You felt at peace

Although you knew that after that you would have to open your eyes, get away from his arms and have to go back to your house, where that demon was waiting for you just to try to survive one more day

You couldn't help but feel this way, but you were getting tired of that shit

And you weren't the only one

It was only a matter of time before that hell It would end and your suffering would cease

But you didn't expect that it would be Vance who would make it possible for you

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Everything happened so fast

It wasn't how you both expected it to end

You, covered in blood from mouth to toe while Vance held the murder weapon in his left hand

It was a red pocket knife that his father had given him as a gift on his 16th birthday, his hands were also bloody just like that knife, his blue eyes still observed that scene he had starred in

"Why did you do it?"

Your trembling and frightened voice brought Vance out of his thoughts who looked up to look at you with a frown, he looked at the blood on your face that bathed your body and then at the man on the floor

"What are you talking about? He was going to hurt you!"

He answered with that brusque tone characteristic of his voice, he closed his eyes tightly as if he were trying to hide from that moment and he tightly squeezed the knife in his left hand...

Not more than an hour ago, when things were good you had invited Vance to your house, your father was supposed to come home later from work and you took advantage of the fact that your mother was not at home, she had told you that she would go visit your grandparents for a couple of days and that she would not know when she would return, although you asked her if you could accompany her she refused, saying that the grandmother was already too old to continue putting up with "little girls" like you

But you were no longer a little girl, you were already 17 years old and you did not need to be the smartest to realize that In reality, what your mother wanted was to escape, to escape from that house, to escape from your father, and, even though it hurt you, maybe she also wanted to escape from being a mother

To escape from you...

No matter how much you cried or begged, after 6 o'clock was marked on the big clock in your house and its loud bell resonated throughout the living room and the kitchen, with a weak smile and a weak hand that caressed your head and ruffled your hair, your mother finally put her bags in the garage of the car and left as fast as the wind that hit the window of your room

And you stayed there, with your heart in your throat and a phone number that was the only one you could dial, call and be sure that he would come for you

Without thinking too much you called Vance with your phone and in a couple of minutes he was already there

Lying down, hugging each other in your bed, with your head resting on his arm that surrounded your shoulders while his left hand took and lifted your wrist and with the other hand together with the tip of his fingers he traced the scars on them, you allowed yourself to close your eyes and enjoy his soft touch

But it didn't last long until the sound of the keys to the door of your house rang downstairs, you opened your eyes and feared the worst

"Y-you must go"

You managed to say in a nervous and scared stutter, Vance noticed your sudden change of attitude and put his hands on your shoulders in an attempt to give you some kind of comfort

"I'm with you"

It was the last thing you heard from him before you made him hide under your bed while you listened your father's steps go up the stairs and go in the direction of your room

The door opened, the creaking of it made your skin crawl and you looked up in fear

And there he was

Your father, drunk up to the ears, walked with heavy steps towards you and you just watched him, petrified with fear as he entered your room with a bottle of whiskey in one hand

Vance could see the feet of that unpleasant man enter your room

"You're early"

You managed to say in a vulnerable and fearful voice to your father who sat on the edge of your and looked at you with dizzy eyes and cheeks red from the alcohol

"Wow, not even a hello to your poor father..."

He said in a rough voice as he raised his hand and took it to your long hair to put a lock of it behind your ear

"My little girl how you have grown, you have become so beautiful..."

His words gave you a feeling of wanting to vomit and Inside you hated him, you hated every moment of it, you hated how he made you feel, like you were disgusting, his touch made you feel dirty

Everything got worse when he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you back causing your back to hit the mattress of your bed and he stayed on top of you, trapping you under his body

"Please, no-"

It was the only thing you could say with glassy eyes in a shaky and scared tone of voice before he lunged at your neck and began to leave disgusting and clumsy kisses on it while you cried

And right at that moment the last thing you felt was a large amount of a warm liquid bathing you completely

You opened your eyes only to find your father's neck dripping with this thick and hot liquid that bathed you completely before Vance took him by the shoulders and threw him to the floor where he finally finished bleeding out

And that was how you and him ended up in that situation

You got out of bed while you still trembled and walked towards him

You saw his face

You saw his hands

He was scared too

You looked down at your father's lifeless body and took Vance's stained hands

"We have to get rid of him"

You said trying to regulate the trembling of your voice, both of you looked at each other in silence

Despite the absence of words, you two could read each other's gazes well, you were afraid, doubtful, nervous but also a hint of relief

He was never going to be able to hurt you again

Vance had saved you

While both of you mopped the bloody floor after having locked your father's body in the attic, you couldn't help but think about running away from there, it was all too much for you

Damn, they had killed a person

That thought remained present in your head when they finished mopping the floor and went to take the bloody sheets out of your room and put them in the trunk of Vance's car to go set them on fire in a remote place

It was almost 6 in the morning for all this and the sun was beginning to make itself felt all over Denver

As you watched how the bloody sheets were slowly consumed by the flames on the green grass of that lonely forest you couldn't keep it in any longer

"I can't do this"

You said with a broken voice and crystallized eyes at the same time that you looked at Vance

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair in frustration

"Fuck, and you think I want to do this? Shit! We're in this together, for fuck's sake!-"

Just as his voice began to rise he was interrupted by the sound of your crying and he let out a sigh from his lips

"Shit. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you"

He said with his calmest voice as he walked towards you with his arms open to give you a hug

You stepped back when you saw his hands full of the now dried blood and a couple of tears fell down your cheeks

"Please, please go away"

It was what came out of your lips with trembling and fear

Vance froze upon hearing you, he stopped approaching as soon as you said that and the shock was evident on his face

"Do I... scare you?"

He said with a lower and calmer voice, a tone that you would never expect to hear come out of Vance's lips

You looked at him with pursed lips which you only opened to release a sob and a choked gasp and your eyes were wet and you shook your head softly

"I'm sorry, this is too much, I need to be alone for a moment"

You said frustrated before turning around and running from that forest, you could feel your boyfriend's blue eyes watching as your figure moved away from him every time again

You wanted to escape from everything, escape from your father, from the world, from this shitty situation

But from Vance?

Whatever, you still had a lot of things to think about and surely he did too...

8:45 pm

Vance stood outside GRAB N' GO while his fingers played with slight anxiety with his car keys

His head felt saturated with so many things to process, he couldn't go back to his house nor could he go back to yours, he didn't know where the fuck you were and the only place he could think of to go was this stupid video game store

He knew that sooner or later the police would catch them, if it wasn't for the murder it would be for the disappearance of both of them since neither of them had shown up at home since 2 pm yesterday

He wondered if his mother would cry if they ended up taking him to jail

If his father would give a shit what happened to him

He thought about you

What was going to happen to you? He knew he was willing to lie to the cops so you'd be cleared of any charges

But what would you do?

He let out a sigh and looked down without knowing the answer only to bump into someone's black converse, he looked up and saw you

His eyes lit up uncontrollably and you swore you could saw the beginnings of tears in them

"Fuck you"

It was what came out of his lips, but as soon as you approached him to hug him, it was you this time who put your arm around his head

He didn't even try apart from and your body or your hug

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you there alone"

You said in a soft voice, still vulnerable, while neither of them seemed to want to break the hug

On the contrary, Vance seemed to deepen it more when he heard your words, surrounding and squeezing your body more tightly in his arms and to your surprise, in your ear you could hear coming from his lips, in a more vulnerable and affected tone that made you deduce that he was possibly crying

"Just... don't do it again, idiot"

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btw: to write this I was inspired by the relationship (and situation) between James and Alyssa from "The end of the fucking world" and the idea of this is that there is a second part, but depending on how well it goes I will see what I will do in the end in the future.

I really love that series and I think it was really fun to write this since I was able to have the opportunity to be inspired by them in some way!

thanks for the request, i hope you like it! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)💕

[the-phantom-author]

Would you write something about markiplier and a chubby girl LI who’s a little insecure? headcannons, drabble, whatever you like.

Still picks you up. If you tell him not to, for whatever reason, he’ll take it as a “Skill Issue” and prove you wrong.

He’ll also invite you to the gym with him, not in a “i want to motivate you” kind of way but more of “I want to spend more time with you, but i’m really busy so if you want o come even if it’s just to ogle at me.”

Huge fan of sitting on the floor and resting his back on you legs, while you’re sitting on the couch or a chair.

If he ever hears you say anything negative about yourself, he’s immediately telling you how everything you said was wrong. He then takes you in front of a mirror and points out his favorite parts of you and why he likes them so much.

[sourlemonsprout]

gn!reader x Alphonse

Word Count: 1,078 (This piece briefly references the "Summer Eve w/ Your Pastel Punk Boyfriend" vid from like 4yrs ago.)

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"Music?" Al cocked his head slightly.

"Yeah! Remember when we got ice cream the other week? At the beach, you said if I was interested we could hang out sometime. Your suggestion of lying around and listening to music actually sounded really nice. That is if you're cool with that?" you said, your eyes scanning around the store, lightly bitting at the corner of your bottom lip.

oh-

"Uh yeah, yeah! That would be cool. I close up shop in a little over an hour. Is that alright?" He asked, a smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure thing! I'll come back then!" You said, waving as you headed out the door.

fuck they're cute

The shop had been a wasteland the rest of the day, so Alphonse eventually decided to close the shop a little early. The second the doors were locked and lights were out, he scrambled to clean his apartment. The clothes on the bedroom floor got kicked into the closet. The dishes beside the kitchen sink were cleaned in record time. Just before he heard a knocking at the shop's doors, he was able to tidy up the living room area. Taking a deep breath, Al ran his hand through his hair and glanced around the apartment one last time before answering the door.

"Hey there, come on in," he motioned inside.

"Again, feel free to grab anything you'd like from the shop," he said, locking the door once again behind him.

"Thanks, my day was kinda shitty, so I appreciate this," you admit. As you pass the rows of shelves stocked with delicious sweet treats, you snatch a KitKat from a basket as you walk beside Al to the back door.

"Oh, sorry to hear that. Did you wanna talk about it…?" He offered.

"Nah, it's not that serious. I just wanna chill and forget about it," you say, chomping directly into the top of the KitKat bar, which makes Al chuckle and admittedly cringe a little. You pause for a moment once you've reached the vaguely familiar living quarters you visited once before. Absentmindedly, you chew at your lip, taking in the apartment properly this time. Alphonse briefly looked around the room before his eyes landed on you. He can't help but feel a flush of heat rise to his cheeks as he watches you bite your lip innocently. As nonchalantly as possible, Al ducked behind you and made his way over to the kitchen. Now out of sight, a deep breath to regain his composure.

"Make yourself comfortable! I'm gonna grab some water. You want anything to drink?" he called out.

"I'm alright, thanks!" you call back, oblivious to Al's fluster. You wander over to the living room and sit in front of the couch on the carpet with one leg up and the other crossed underneath. You watch Al enter the room carrying a deck of cards, a baby blue speaker, and a glass of water. Upon reaching you, he places the water down on a little coffee table and hands you the speaker to which you're making little grabby hands.

"I thought it'd be fun to have something to do while we listen to music." Al gestured to the cards in his hand. As you eagerly queue up a list of songs, Alphonse begins to shuffle the deck of cards.

"So what games do we know how to play?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Crazy Eights, Slap Jack, Rummy, Black Jack, uhh… Go Fish?" he reeled off.

"Ooo, it's been a minute since I've played any card game," you pondered your options for a moment.

"Let's start out with Crazy Eights, I definitely know that one!" you decide. Alphonse deals out seven cards each, his head nodding in beat with the song pouring out of the speaker.

The first few turns passed slowly as you both sorted your cards and got into the rhythm of the game. Alphonse found it silly how much strategy you were trying to implement in a game he believed to be mostly chance. After several rounds of skill, luck, and shit-talking, you were both tied.

"We need a tiebreaker," you declare, reaching for the deck of unorganized cards.

Al sarcastically said, "Obviously, the town would be devastated if we didn't determine which of us is the Crazy Eight's champion," rolling his eyes with a grin. Thus began an intense game (mainly for you) for the crown and title of official Crazy Eights champion.

Rolling the bottom of your lip under your teeth, you surveyed your cards intently, plotting your next move as if money were on the line. Alphonse smiled softly as he watched you concentrate. His heart flutters at the way you nibble at your lips, causing them to swell and redden. Your expression delates with defeat and your eyebrows furrow as you realize you have to pick up cards from the draw pile. A warm bubbly feeling swells in Al's chest, and suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to lean across the table and kiss yo-

"AH HA!" You shout triumphantly, making Al jump slightly at the sudden outburst as you proudly display an eight or spades.

"I call clubs babyyyy," you declare smugly, knowing damn well Al didn't have a single club card in his hand. Alphonse chuckled as you slid the entire draw deck towards his side of the table.

"You're something else, you know that?" he shook his head, drawing his seventh card.

As the night wore on, you and Alphonse continued to play card games and listen to music, occasionally pausing to chat about life and share stories. Any tension or fluster Al once felt had melted into a comfortable ease, it felt lovely to open up to someone like this again. As the clock struck midnight, you both decided it was time to call it quits.

"Thanks for tonight, Alphonse. I had a lot of fun," you said, standing up from the floor to stretch.

"I did too. We should do this again sometime," he replied, walking you to the door.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his eyes meeting yours.

"Goodnight," you replied, feeling a warmth spread through your body.

As you walked home under the beautiful night sky, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face. Maybe there was something there between you and Alphonse, something worth exploring. Only time would tell, but for now, you were content basking in the glow of a wonderful evening.

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The End!

Thanks again @sleeplessdreamer14 for the req/idea! <3

I'm not exactly sure why this is the story route I went down, but I must really want to play a card game or something considering this is the second piece I've written where card games are involved lol.

[orykorioart]

I have to know! What's your story for merfolk Raihan and Leon? How did they meet and whatnot?

To be completely honest I was intending to write a sort reply since I don’t have that much of an idea for them as Merfolks, but then I got in the mood for some sketches while drafting a reply so here’s some quick sillies haha

(Transcript/desc under the cut since its kinda long)

COMIC 1

(First Meeting)

Panel 1: Young Raihan encounters a young Leon, who looks lost and upset.

Raihan: Hey, uh... You okay?

Panel 2: Leon showing Raihan a part of a cape.

Leon: I -hic! - got lost on my way home, and I can’t follow the -hic! - map mum drew on my cape...

Panel 3: Raihan: Looks like it's just an hour's swim away. I can help getcha there!

Panel 4: Leon grabs Raihan in a tight hug, excitedly thanking him.

Leon: REALLY ?! Thank you so, so much!

COMIC 2

(2 months later)

Panel 1: Raihan pulling along a lost Leon, who is embarrassedly explaining why he’s lost again.

Leon: I just wanted to get some shells for my baby brother, I didn’t think it would be so confusing to get home...

(A week later)

Panel 2: Raihan encounters Leon again, who is excitedly waving at him.

Raihan: WUH?! How are you lost AGAIN?

Panel 3: Leon pulling Raihan along, as Raihan looks at him confusedly.

Leon: Not lost this time! Mum wanted to invite you over for dinner to thank you for helping me again!

Raihan: Uh- Really?

COMIC 3

(Now)

Panel 1: Leon feigns a dramatic speech.

Leon: Oh no, I'm lost again... If only there was a handsome, kind, and gentlemanly shark out there who could help get me home...

Panel 2: Leon blows a kiss to Raihan, who blocks it with his book. Raihan looks slightly embarrassed.

[icy-book]

hi!! i wrote you that propaganda drabble so can i pleeease get a fluffy terrick ?? or a first kiss terrick?? please??

Omg, I'm getting asked to write terrick content??? Gladly!!! (Also sorry I didn't answer this earlier! I started writing it and then my laptop broke and I had to get a new one)

Nicky had been in many sticky situations. The Redbrands and Watermice, fights as Nick with certain classmates, prison. At this point he was basically an expert in getting himself in and out of trouble. And yet, he was faced with his toughest challenge yet, underneath the stage of San Dimas High - being alone with Terry Jr.

It's not that he didn't like being alone with TJ; he was his best friend, after all, in both timelines. They'd been alone together plenty of times before. It's just that, well, they hadn't been alone since Nicky had realised a certain... something.

That something being his giant raging crush on his best friend. Because he just had to be cliche.

He'd sort of known he'd had feelings for Terry for a while. Nicholas had lowkey hero-worshiped him, and that hadn't exactly gone away with the additional set of memories. In fact the exact opposite had happened - seeing the more vulnerable, grieving side of Terry that had been Nick's impulse control had only made his heart beat faster around him.

God, he was a nerdy sap.

But lately, it felt like all his semi-repressed feelings had come crashing around him, hard. The vague urge to hold his hand had morphed into the desire to make out with him against a wall (while still holding his hand), and to hang out romantically and honestly he just really really wanted to be TJ's boyfriend. It was hardly his fault.

So that led him here - pressed together in the space for couples to make out without getting caught, alone with Terry Jr. Who was wearing lipstick. And eyeliner. And looked extremely kissable.

It really wasn't his fault.

Grant and the twins honestly should've known better. But no, Grant just had to go to therapy early because of scheduling conflicts, and the twins just had to pack for a trip to go see their Uncle Ricky for the weekend, so instead of the usual five of them hanging out after school, it was just Nicky and Terry.

And Terry had been showing him something in his spellbook, and ranting in that delightfully nerdy way, and they'd had to be practically in each other's laps to see the book in the dimly lit room, and he'd just had to look so pretty and-

It really, really wasn't his fault.

It had just been a quick, impulsive kiss, before he realised what he'd done. And it was hardly his fault that Terry had stared at him for a second, before smilling softly, and cut of his stammered apologies with a soft "Do it again." And kissed him again, and again, and again, the soft, possesive hand tangled in his hair, the book carefully placed aside (because TJ was far too careful to ever drop his spellbook on the floor), the dusky smell of the stage, and the faint taste of vanilla lip balm.

Now he just needed to wash all this black lipstick off before his dad saw

[adiraargent]

Sick - Jasper Rowle

warnings: none wc: 381

You were up in Jaspers dorm, he was sick and stuck in bed and somehow you had ended up on sick duty. Mattheo was on his bed across the room, reading his book while occasionally looking up at a coughing Jasper to tell him to shut up. Theodore and Blaise had left earlier, the two of them making their way down to the library to work on their Astronomy essay. You handed Jasper his soup and a spoon before reopening your parchment and ink to try and finish your assignment.

But despite your best efforts to concentrate, Jasper's incessant complaints about the Hogwarts house-elves' latest attempt at soup had become a constant distraction. "Please stop wasting what's left of your voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste," you teased, unable to contain your amusement any longer.

Jasper glanced up from his bowl of lukewarm broth, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he met your gaze. "But it's terrible," he protested, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in closer to you. "I swear, I could make a better batch blindfolded."

You couldn't help but laugh at his dramatics, the sound echoing through the dorm room and drawing a small glare from Mattheo.

"I highly doubt that," you replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "But even if the soup is subpar, at least you have your amazingly cool girlfriend to keep your company."

Jasper's expression softened at your words, a fond smile playing at the corners of his lips. "True," he admitted, his voice tinged with warmth as he leaned back against the cushions. "I suppose even terrible soup is bearable when I'm with you."

You rolled your eyes playfully at his sentimentality, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Well, I'm glad to hear that I make up for the lack of culinary skills," you teased, nudging him gently with your elbow.

Jasper chuckled softly, the sound music to your ears as he reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours in a silent gesture of affection. "You make everything better," he whispered, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke. He leant forward to kiss you, but you leant back, a grin making its way on your face

"uh uh, I'm not tryna get sick."

[otomes-world]

Hi! If your requests are open, could I request the prompt “I did this for you” with Lillia Vanrouge in the Self Aware Au?

Seeing how the familiar world was falling apart.. a very strange feeling. Especially when the awareness of the reality of what was happening had not yet completely set in head. When you did not fully understand that from now on this was your reality.

It all started very imperceptibly, with simple little things that were so easy to overlook, write off as a play of the imagination. Increased luck in gachas was just random. Constant "Easter eggs" here and there. All players saw them, not just you, right? However friends were often surprised when you told them about it.

When your phone just started to turn off more often than usual and glitter strangely, you attributed it to a virus or a bug in the program. It was a pity that the programmer did not find anything and the device returned to you safe and sound.

You began to hide it, put it as far away from yourself as possible, afraid to touch it sometimes. Parents often complained that you spend a lot of time on the Internet. Why were they looking at you with concern now? Of course, it was not every day that their child develops paranoia at the sight of technology.

“I did this for you” You shifted your tired gaze to the screen shining in the dark. On a character that hovered in the air with a pair of bats and such a familiar, mocking smile.

You might not have lost your mind, but those around you had long thought otherwise. Snorting, you looked away and stared back into the darkness. You just tried to ignore the game on your phone, wishing you had not downloaded it.

[shrimplymoray]

The proxies if not Masky with a reader who is basically like Lady Dimitrescu from Resident Evil village

by the way if you don’t know who she is it’s ok just search her up

Oh this is interesting, i don't think I ever wrote something like this before! Thank you for the ask!

I am assuming with proxies you meant the main 3 ones, so I'm not gonna include Rouge and Kate, but lmk if you want them too and I can make a part 2 with them.

Did my research with an expert AKA my nerd of a brother, and I think I got it

The proxies x Reader who is like Lady Dimitrescu

When you first got introduced to the proxies, they had mixed opinions on you. Mostly because your personality didn't go well with them.

Masky REALLY disliked you at first. He appreciated your calmness when not angered, don't get him wrong, but he hated how you were bossy (cough cough like him cough cough) and wanted to be a leader. Who were you to lead anything??

Hoodie was a bit skeptical, but overall liked you. He picked he couldn't quite gaslight and manipulate his way into you, but you still didn't give him any trouble when assigned missions, and was rational enough to not try pushing yourself to get privileges out of him and the other proxies.

Toby REALLY liked you. I mean, look at you! You were a cool vampire cannibal who could manage to calm him down from his anger fits. He saw you almost like a mother, or the distorted idea he had of one.

It was mostly chill, you were rational enough to not put yourself into conflict with Tim too much, and you got quite the fondness to the children of the manor.

It was when Toby and Sally came back injured that you snapped. No one hurts YOUR children.

You went on a Killing spree, having Masky and Hoodie go out of their way to stop you from hurting other pastas and proxies.

You killed so many humans that the proxies got worried you would be caught by a police car. It was a rampage and the streets were filled with blood.

After that, the proxies felt a bit of intimidation and fear, but a weird attraction appeared.

Specially Toby, since he thought you went on that rampage because of him too.

Tim felt that attraction someone feels for a thing they shouldn't mess with. The thought of you being able to kill him with ease if he did the wrong move made him thrilled. It was a sort of anxiety he didn't mind having.

Hoodie saw something he could manipulate with. Your nurturing nature to the children, and your strength and wrath when angered made him think of all sort of sadistic plans with you. He wanted to manipulate your mind to be able to protect him like that, so he could do anything he wanted.

In the end, you are on good terms with the proxies, but... They certainly are thinking too much of you tearing pieces of them apart, when on missions, to the liking of anyone. But who wouldn't?

Hope you like it! This is what I understood of her character from the wiki. Thank you for the request!

[kaisntbreathing]

NSFW WRITTING PROMPTS BY ME :)

⚠️ NSFW WARNING ⚠️

100 NSFW WRITING PROMPTS

Prompt one:

"You painted your nails? Then go ahead and claw my back with them"

Promt two:

"Swallow. All of it"

Prompt three:

"I wanna eat you out so bad right now baby."

Prompt four:

"You feel so good baby..."

Prompt five:

"Jesus you're still..."

Prompt six:

"You like my cock in you baby?"

Prompt seven:

"Baby we don't have to-"

Prompt eight:

"Shhhh..I've got you honey"

Prompt nine:

"Look at you already a whimpering mess and I haven't even touched you yet"

Prompt ten:

"Hmmm no underwear/panties?"

Prompt eleven:

"I need you to cum all over my mouth please-"

Prompt twelve:

"Did you atleast lock the door?"

Prompt thirteen:

"I want to hear you scream"

Prompt fourteen:

"So tight just f'me"

Prompt fifteen:

"I'm not hurting you am I?"

Prompt sixteen:

"Such a needy little thing huh?"

Prompt seventeen:

"My hand would look so good around your throat"

Prompt eightteen:

"Jesus, you're already dripping for me"

Prompt nineteen:

"You're so fucking gorgeous, taking my fingers so good"

Prompt twenty:

"Suck. Now"

Prompt twenty one:

"You're a goddamn slut you know that?"

Prompt twenty two:

"Ah fuck...I knew you'd feel good"

Prompt twenty three:

"Christ baby the filthy fucking things I'd do to that hole"

Prompt twenty four:

"I love you, I love you s'much, gonna make you feel s'good, gonna fill you up just like you want baby I promise"

Prompt twenty five:

"Your legs are trembling, sweetheart...Do I make you feel that good?"

Prompt twenty six:

"What did I tell you sweetheart, legs apart"

Prompt twenty seven:

"What I really want is to pin you against this wall and fuck you senseless darling"

Prompt twenty eight:

"Right th- Shit! (Name), don't- don't move please, please"

Prompt twenty nine:

"I need you right now Princess"

Prompt thirty:

"God that's s'good"

Prompt thirty one:

"Tell me how much you love it when I fuck you"

Prompt thirty two:

"I want you to say it, say you want me"

Prompt thirty three:

"Don't touch me, just watch"

Prompt thirty four:

"If I have to stop what I'm doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week"

Prompt thirty five:

"No, just relax, lem'me take care of you darling"

Prompt thirty six:

"I'll make you feel so good I promise"

Prompt thirty seven:

"If you want to stop tap on my wrist"

Prompt thirty eight:

"New plan. I want to be face-to-face with you"

Prompt thirty nine:

"Yeah... Yeah. You, god look at you Doll"

Prompt fourty:

"Fuck yeah baby....Just stay still, gonna give it to you harder"

Prompt fourty one:

"What am I going to do with you?"

Prompt fourty two:

"You ready babes? I'm not going easy"

Prompt fourty three:

"Fuck are you crying? Crying on my cock? Oh baby. Baby, baby, baby. You're so sweet"

Prompt fourty four:

"Holy fuck- baby you're so tight"

Prompt fourty five:

"More? More? You want more sweetheart?"

Prompt fourty six:

"You think ones enough? No you're gonna keep count"

Prompt fourty seven:

"Finish inside me, I mean it"

Prompt fourty eight:

"Try to stay quiet f'me ok? Can you do that baby doll?"

Prompt fourty nine:

"I want you to break me"

Prompt fifty:

"Turn around"

Prompt fifty one:

"Are you shy?"

Prompt fifty two:

"Shh baby, not so loud"

Prompt fifty three:

"Hold onto my hand sweetie, I've got you, I promise"

Prompt fifty four:

"Open your fucking legs whore"

Prompt fifty five:

"I'm so close baby, a little more"

Prompt fifty six:

"You heard me. Take. It. Off"

Prompt fifty seven:

"Lem'me see you gorgeous"

Prompt fifty eight:

"You can put your mouth on it"

Prompt fifty nine:

"God, baby, I need to be inside you"

Prompt sixty:

"So pretty the noises you make"

Prompt sixty one:

"Fuck yourself silly on my fingers Hun"

Prompt sixty two:

"I don't have the patience to take off your clothes right now"

Prompt sixty three:

"So fucking beautiful baby"

Prompt sixty four:

"I wanna taste you, is that alright?"

Prompt sixty five:

"I want to hear you beg"

Prompt sixty six:

"Take your shirt off sweetheart"

Prompt sixty seven:

"God look at you, absolute perfection in the flesh"

Prompt sixty eight:

"Either you take them off or I rip them off"

Prompt sixty nine:

"Roll over let me get a good look at you"

Prompt seventy:

"Honey make those perfect sounds again for me"

Prompt seventy one:

"Look what you do to me"

Prompt seventy two:

"I love it when your eyes roll back like that"

Prompt seventy three:

"God baby I need to be inside you"

Prompt seventy four:

"When...Did you buy those?"

Prompt seventy five:

"Come on, I want the neighbors to hear you scream my name"

Prompt seventy six:

"This toy looks so pretty inside you... Want me to turn it on baby?"

Prompt seventy seven:

"Mm-mm, you're staying right there darling"

Prompt seventy eight:

"Open your mouth"

Prompt seventy nine:

"You wanna try all the way in?"

Prompt ninety:

"The way you say my name, babydoll..."

Prompt ninety one:

"You want it right here? Right now?"

Prompt ninety two:

"Spread your legs and finger yourself for me, baby"

Prompt ninety three:

"Oh sweetheart... Let me clean you up"

Prompt ninety four:

"I know, sweetheart. I've got you"

Prompt ninety five:

"Turn over baby, I'll warm you up"

Prompt ninety six:

"Look at the mess you made baby"

Prompt ninety seven:

"Bend over so I can punish you"

Prompt ninety eight:

"Your cunt/pussy is so fucking perfect"

Prompt ninety nine:

"I can't wait to be inside you"

Prompt one hundred:

"Let me breed that fucking cunt"

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

hi, can u plz write dominik x female reader cuddling after sex with tons of fluff? thx in advance!

After Sex Cuddles W/Dominick

/Taglist/: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

This man loves cuddling so fucking much, no matter what the situation is.

whether he doms or subs for the night, he just wants you to hold him.

Dom is 100% the little spoon.

He loves when you play with his hair while his head rest on your chest

if you have boobs, his face will always be pressed in them

Dom also likes to be cock-warmed while cuddling which will go one of two ways

Sub!dominick will whimper into your neck as you run your fingers through his hair

his dick twitching inside of you as you whisper sweet words to him

Dom!dominick holding your hips still while telling you how good you made him feel

And how good you are for letting his stay inside you for so long.

[ghostysn0w]

Writing Requests: Closed (For Now)

Okay, so I decided to open up Writing Requests for character x reader and that is sort of the main focus of my Writting Requests, but it doesn’t mean I’ll do other Witting Requests. I’ll be discussing any boundaries and anything that I will or will not write. But just an FYI, it will take me around a a few days to a few weeks to write the Requests, so I will try to write as soon as I can. So if you are impatient, please message me, I can be sometimes slow but I promise I’ll do it quickly, so I do apologise for any delay.

* What I Will Write *

SelfShips (OC x Cannon, Self Insert x Cannon) — Just Give Me A Good Description About You Or Your Self Insert So I Am Able To Write It.

Gender Neutral, Male, Female, Trans MtF And Trans FtM Reader — I Will Mainly Write X Reader Fics, But I’ll Mainly Focus On Gender Neutral, Male And Trans FtM Reader Since I’m TransMan Myself And I Want To Mainly Focus On That Since I Don’t See Gender Neutral, Male Or Trans FtM Reader A Lot But I’ll Still Take Female And Trans MtF Requests Don’t Worry.

NonCon, Twincest, Incest, Stalking, Yandere Etc — I Will Write Dark Fiction, I’m Total Cool With That So Go All Out. But I’m Willing To Write Healthy-Writing Requests, So If You Prefer Healthy FanFiction, I Can Do That Too.

Any Violence — I’m Okayyyy With Writing Stuff Like Violence And Stuff, But I Am Not Really Good With Like, Extreme Detail So I Might Struggle.

Writing In Another Language — I Am Able To Speak Polish Too Because I’m Half Polish, So I Will Write In English AND Polish, Only Those Two Languages Since I Can’t Speak Any Other Language.

SFW (Safe For Work) — Just What It Says, I’m All Able To Do SFW.

Headcannons — I Will Write Headcannons If Given Enough Information About A Character I Might Not Know, But I Will Do My Own Research.

* What I Might Consider Writting *

NSFW (Not Safe For Work) — I Miiighhhttt Consider Writing NSFW, But Don’t Get Your Hopes Up. The Reason Why I Might Consider Writing NSFW Because I Am Not The Best At Writing At NSFW, But I Will Still Try To Write NSFW If I Get Any Requests.

Fandoms I Never Heard Of — I Will Write The Fandoms I Will Prefer To Write For, But I Will Try To Write For Characters For I Never Heard Of Before If I Do My Research Or Given Enough Information About.

* What I Will NOT Write For *

Any Bigotry Or Hateful Stuff — I Absolutely Do Not Want To And Will NEVER Write Anything About Hatful Stuff About Minorities Or Any Other Things.

Heavy Gore / Violence - I Just Can’t Write Heavy Gore / Violence I’m Sorry.

Certain Fetishises, Kinks, Paraphilias Etc — This Falls Under The Category Of NSFW, Because I Won’t Write Certain Fetishes, Kinks And Paraphilias And I Will Decline The Request. Some Are Like: Piss Kink, Scat Etc, So I Will Decline If I’m Not Comfortable With It.

Real People — I Only Write Fictional Characters, Not REAL Life People.

* Fandoms That I’ll Mainly Write For *

Danganronpa

Marvel — Might Struggle Since I’m Still Getting Into Marvel

Undertale / Deltarune

Yuuri On Ice

Hetalia

Genshin Imapct

Honkai Star Rail

Reverse: 1999

WhatinHELLisbad

Ninjago

Error143

Vocaloid / Utauloid / Fanloid

Total Drama Island

But if you want any other fandom please tell me, I’ll try extremely hard to provide with a good fanfiction. I might not be able to write it perfectly but I still want for everyone to like the work that I’ve created, so please do request any other fandom that you want and a character.

Also, if any characters are out of character, then I do apologise for that.

Asgore x OC - Forced marriage