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httpiastri · 8 months

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I'm going crazy thinking about riding Lando in his sim chair

LIKE GURL IT WOULD BE SO FUCKING HOT

👀 helloooooooooo please the thoughts you brought to my mind..... not very holy

(18+ content below, minors pls dni)

lando has been on the call for way too long now.

he promised he’d just go for one more round on the sim with george and alex, but that was almost two hours ago. you are bored, and the shows on the tv in lando’s living room are not doing enough to help you forget about your boyfriend neglecting you.

when you finally get off the couch and go over to his room, lando is in the exact same position as he was when you left him; body relaxed back against the sim chair, legs spread wide, head slump back against the headrest. he's laughing at something george has just said when his eyes fall on you in the doorway.

"oh, my girl is here!" he exclaims, reaching out a hand towards you as you move closer. "the boys say hi."

you intertwine your fingers with his, leaning down to the mic of his headset. "hi, boys!"

he takes a quick moment to mute himself from the call, looking back up at you. "what's up?"

"can i join you?"

his face lights up. "do you want to play?" his expression then changes when he sees you shaking your head.

"i just want to sit."

he can't quite grasp what you're saying. it doesn't click until you step so close that your knees are bumping against his thigh, just before you drape one of your legs over his lap, sitting down on top of him. lando blinks at you and gulps, not able to control the tent already forming in his pants when you shuffle to find a comfortable position. you know he has always had a weakness for you sitting on his lap, so the innocent eyes and the sweet pout you're showing off are nothing but an act. "is something wrong?" you ask, one of your hands coming up to stroke his cheek as he shivers.

"lando? where did you go, mate?"

in a matter of just seconds, he had managed to forget about his friends and the round they were playing. he's forgotten about everything that isn't you and your pretty face.

"sorry, guys," he says once he's gone off mute. his voice breaks when he tries to speak again, so he coughs and tries one more time. "something has come up, i have to go."

lando doesn't even give his friends time to ask why or say goodbye before he's hung up the call, his focus back on you again. his hands move up and down your sides as he shakes his head. "what? why did you hang up?"

"don't play with me right now." he squints at you, a playful grin spreading over his lips.

"it's all your fault anyway," you say, letting your hands reach down to play with the zipper of his jeans. "you ignored me."

he lets out a shaky sigh when you pop the button open, slowly pulling down the zipper. "what do i have to do to get you to forgive me?"

"i think you know."

and god riding him then 😩 in the seat where he does so much of his work, so many hours of the day... he's going to be reminded of you and grow horny every time he goes back there

#the way i couldnt bring myself to write about the actual riding #i am sorry #but i felt like i wouldnt be able to do it justice 😶#this was a lovely idea though anon and i am very thankful for your ask #lando norris #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #lando norris x reader #lando norris smut #lando norris suggestive #lando norris fluff #f1 smut #f1 x reader #f1 x you #lando norris x you #f1 fluff

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bixels · 4 months

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While I do think anon was rude, I do think it's pretty shitty to set up all this stuff you were going to add the au and then just drop it. It's disappointing. Definitely unfollowing.

Bye.

#ask me #anon #once AGAIN.#I am not dropping anything #the au is not getting cancelled. more than likely i'm gonna take a break from it until i find motivation again #But I've been drawing the AU for half a fucking year #In that time I've only drawn 5 things that aren't mlp related #I'm getting tired and my last few posts didn't do as well as I'd hoped #And I'm not about to burn myself out on mlp au art even if I really do love making it #I'm still gonna make comics. I have a bunch of ideas.#Tulli and I still wanna do the limited run merch shop #Discord is still coming. Sunset is still coming. Sombra is still coming. I have so many ideas #But I need to do something else for my own sake. Did you know I was supposed to get the background 6 designs done by now #But I didn't because I'm TIRED #I've been keeping myself on a schedule to keep content pumping despite travel and school and family and I'm tired #what i'm getting isn't matching what i'm giving and that's nobody's fault. i'm not frustrated at anyone. a slump was bound to happen #drawing the au was fun until it become my Thing. Because when your Thing––your identity––starts to faulter #it can really make you freak out #And that's not healthy for the project or for myself. I need to find the fun again and I'm sure I will #I'm really appreciative of everyone's support in my inbox and replies it really does mean a lot especially given that about 2/3 of my #followers followed for mlp. But if you're gonna react to me saying “i'm gonna cool down on mlp art and draw my own stuff” with “i'm #disappointed in you." then Leave! I think it's good you're unfollowing #you are not obligated to stick by my side! But don't act like I'm doing you a disservice by turning my attention elsewhere #I didn't promise anyone anything and I definitely didn't say I'm breaking any promises.

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lazylittledragon · 28 days

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I've been loving ur mombin comics, but where is the other mom? what trans hottie is not paying her child support out here? (this is said with a lot of love and affection, im very curious abt how she got into that situation, if you have thoughts abt it <3)

ajsjhsdfh i wasn't going to answer this because it's explained in the next comic but kudos to you for being the only person to say 'who's the other mom' instead of 'WHO'S THE DAD'

also the way this is worded made me laugh for like 5 minutes thank you so much xx

#ramble #mombin™#anon i love you we are holding hands together right now #the amount of comments that were like 'who's the DAD' and not 'who's the other parent/donor'#sometimes!! there isn't a dad!!!!#i have a really bad feeling that this comic is going to reveal some people's very nasty opinions about trans women #'but robin is a lesbian she wouldn't get pregnant by a trans woman' so you admit that you think gender+attraction is defined by genitals #this wasn't meant to be a vent i'm so sorry #but to answer your question yes there is a trans girl somewhere out there who was on like a weekend trip or something and has NO idea

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tornado1992 · 2 months

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My dude, all your fanfics and ideas for baby Tails break my heart. I need more! How do you think Sonic would take care of a sick Tails? Do you think Tails would be so delirious with fever that he would not calm down until Sonic holds him? Who knows....

Glad to know I’m damaging your heart! That’s my whole goal, thank you for reading!

We don’t have nearly enough Tails’ sick fics out there, but BABY TAILS sick fics? We have a shortage, and that can’t be.

Now, as for how would sonic react to a sick baby tails, in case of a babyfied Tails there’s a variety of angst and comfort levels all around, but, if it were the unbreakable bond early days, both little Sonic and baby Tails? He’d be so stressed! These kids are all alone, don’t have a home, and clearly are not medicine professionals, so just try and imagine poor little Sonic panicking because suddenly his tiny fox kit started coughing and wheezing and he doesn’t know what to do, and poor baby Tails longing for Sonic to just hold him and tell him everything would be right?

Just imagine…

Sonic knew Tails was small

Tails was already so small, way too little for a four year old, his arms and legs way too short, his fluffy fur hiding how thin he was, and his tails big enough to blanket him almost completely, he was way too adorable, and so, so small.

But looking at him, right now, with the sweat staining his messy fur, his ears flatted down to his skull, and his little nose sneezing restlessly while he tried to curl into the littlest, tiniest ball of fur ever with little whines and whimpers leaving his throat almost every time he breathed, all while the speedster could just sit beside him cause nothing he did seemed to soothe him, Sonic felt like he was the small one.

Worried? an understatement. Scared? An inexactitude. Sonic was right down panicking.

The blue blur could handle 10 ton killing machines, ruthless natural disasters and evil crazy scientists threatening to end the world every day. But hiding from the rain in a cold, dark cave, sitting on the rocky ground beside a sweaty sick fox cub who pretty much looked like he war right up dying? Seeing and hearing how every cough and sneezed hurt him from the inside? He wasn’t sure he could handle this.

Tails was breathing heavily, almost like crying, but no tears left his eyes, not that he could see them anyway, he hadn’t opened his eyes since a few hours ago, sniffing and getting coughing fits every few minutes while his chest made a rumbling sound, but it wasn’t the kind of rumbly buzzing it made when the kit was all snoozed close to Sonic, when he wasn’t sick, when he wasn’t in pain. He wants that sound back.

The warmth that surrounded the little fox was nothing like the comfortable coziness Sonic felt whenever he snuggled close to him, when his little paws would reach for Sonic’s arm and try to hug him, when the little kid’s head below his chin felt like he was holding the most softest, warmest, freshly baked bread bun in the world. No, this wasn’t like that. This time, the heat that evolved him felt like hell was inside the kit’s skin trying to melt both himself and Sonic’s heart.

Sonic knew that being sick felt like freezing in your own cold sweat, your body fighting against itself trying to stay alive, even if it meant setting itself ablaze while feeling so he didn’t wanted to rip the thin blanket way from him, but the kid was not just warm, he was burning.

There was nothing his speed could do against the baby fox’s inmune system, nothing that his quills could break with a spindash, no way he could just take the kid and try outrun the threat.

He gave him all the water they had, tried to put some wet rags on his body and spent his very last dime on some cough syrup that didn’t seemed to be of much help. Tails was hurting, and Sonic couldn’t do anything about it.

He doesn’t know how didn’t he noticed him getting ill, sure, he was kinda quiet, but it have been raining for some days now and neither of them enjoyed stormy nights, both of them stayed silent when they were sad or upset, so he thought it was probably just that.

It wasn’t.

He did everything he knew was supposed to be done when a kid was sick, even when said kid’s little paws weakly waved him away when he tried to comfort him, even when he pouted and whined as he was forced to drink some water so he wouldn’t dehydrate, and even if he refused to open his mouth every time he needed to take his medicine; poor kid must be so scared and confused, not fully awake curling in himself not to show his face to Sonic, he must think someone was trying to hurt him. He must think he was alone again.

Sonic hadn’t left his side in hours, he wasn’t planning to, and yet, he was starting to feel lonely himself.

Tails thought he wasn’t a bad kid anymore.

He’d been told all his life than only bad kids would get sick like him. All the adults from his hometown yelling at him for even daring to get close to the village when he was coughing. All the other kids running from him when he sneezed. And his own body betraying him whenever he tried to stand while his head felt like exploding.

Apparently being “cursed” with twin tails wasn’t enough. He was bad enough of a kid to be sick almost everyday of his life before he met Sonic.

Tails knew only bad kids got sick. Because bad kids who stole from peoples garbage would get the most horrible tummy aches. Because bad kids who stayed in the rain when there was a storm would always fall to the ground when their chest made those nasty grumbly sounds that hurt every time they breathed. Because only bad kids would vomit nothing but liquid when they took water that wasn’t theirs.

He thought that now that he was with Sonic and didn’t need to do any of that, then maybe he was a good kid, maybe the universe forgave him, maybe the cosmos knew he always tried to help Sonic save the world, maybe reality wasn’t as cruel as to make him sick now that he was a good kid!, so he ignored the lingering pain in his chest whenever he talked for too long, he didn’t mention anything about how stuffed his nose felt and how nauseous the thought of food made him feel, neither about how as the hours passed he felt like his body was trying to cook itself alive, he was a good kid now, so it must’ve been a defense mechanism against the cold weather, nothing else.

But he did got sick, so he was still a bad kid.

It was fine, he had been through this before, he just needed to wait a little while, maybe less than two weeks, he was in better shape now than last time this happened, when he was alone and got sick he knew if was hungry enough he would just fall asleep for a few days and wake up with a horrible headache and a runny nose, but that just meant he would feel better in three or four more days, he could take it. But he wasn’t alone now, and even if his heart wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in his big brother’s arms until he got better…. He didn’t want Sonic to go through that, Sonic wasn’t a bad kid, he was the bestest friend in the world, the bestest greatest brother in the world, he didn’t deserved to get sick.

So even if he couldn’t open his eyes, even if all his body hurt like he was made of broken glass, he waved him away, surely Sonic didn’t know he could get sick from being around him, so he needed to protect Sonic from his sickness, he needed to protect Sonic from him. Even if he tried to pet his forehead or scratch behind his ears, and even if Tails wanted nothing more than to be hugged by him, he needed to protect Sonic, so he curled in himself, rolled on his side when his brother got too close, and even scratched his arms when he tried to pet him. Tears finally started rolling down his tired eyes when he heard his brother’s sudden hiss to the touch of his claws, no, anything but that, he didn’t wanted to hurt him, he didn’t wanted him to be ill, he didn’t wanted his brother to suffer because of some cursed freak, and now he was the one crying, he didn’t deserved to cry, he didn’t got time to cry, he could already feel the rest of his energy going away with the falling of his tears, his body already felt so heavy, sleep taking him down more and more with every heart beat, and as much as it hurt, he needed to get his brother away from him or he would try to comfort him again, he couldn’t risk Sonic getting sick just for petting him.

Bad kids didn’t deserved to be petted.

That was it. Trembling and whining were bad enough besides being sick, but tears? The blood coming out from the little claw scratches on his forearm didn’t sting nearly as much as the tears falling down the kid’s eyes did.

No, he couldn’t take it anymore, it didn’t matter if he scratched his face, growled at him or bit his hands, he couldn’t give him a solid home, five star medical care or even a proper bed, but he could give him this.

He was no doctor, and he knows that no amount of hugs could cure the little fox, but again, no doctor could really know how much better it made Tails feel whenever he was hugged, but Sonic knew, cause no matter when or how, or the limited time’s he’s done it, but he knows that for this tiny baby fox, hugs made him sleep, hugs made him purr, and hugs made him smile. When all the wet rags, medicine and blankets don’t do their job, hugs were the best comfort in the world.

And so the speedster finally placed himself on the ground, not just beside the fox, but completely surrounding him, holding him close to his chest while the kit mumbled silent whines and tried to move his paws against him, hoping the lullaby of his heartbeat could be enough to soothe the little cub, longing for the calm sound of his brother’s almost silent snoring, demanding to anything that’s out there to let him keep his brother alive, to let him end his pain and make him smile soon.

He didn’t really believed in anything up there, if they were real, they weren’t doing their job if the traumatized kid in his arms had anything to say. But Sonic believed in himself, and if the universe wanted to take his kid from him, they’d have to rip him from his dead cold hands, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

He held Tails even closer, whispering soft nothings to him, the kit’s wet nose pressing to his chest while he pet his ears and ran his fingers through his bangs, the fox’s whimpers and loud breathing made his heart ache, but he was still breathing, all cold, sweaty and scared, but breathing.

He wasn’t crying anymore, no longer fighting his big brother’s embrace, no longer trying to get away or to hide from him, and suddenly melting into his touch, relaxed enough that Sonic could feel the heartbeat on his chest against his own.

Then the most beautiful sound ever blessed his ears.

Tails didn’t know why Sonic didn’t leave him alone. He didn’t know why he seemed even more eager to get close to him after he hurt him to the point of bleeding. He didn’t know why he got to the ground and held him closer to his chest when the tears appeared, when he was the one who hurt him. And he didn’t know why he didn’t try to stop him. He needed to protect him, he was barely awake but he could try a last effort. He could push him away. Letting him know he was dangerous to be around one last time. He had to.

His brother’s heartbeat was always fast, almost sounding like a buzzing instead, what would be annoying to most people, but to Tails? Being held right now, his head cradled to the crook of his hero’s neck, listening from up close to the rapid beat, it was the most soothing sound he’s ever heard. As much as he needed to push Sonic away, and as much as his mind told him to protect him, his heart knew that being there, in his big brother’s arms, he didn’t wanted to move away from there, ever. It felt like the safest place in the world. It was the safest place in the world.

Just being there close enough to feel the hedgehog’s breathing over him, getting his forehead rubbed and his ears scratched while the speedster’s voice engraved itself in his heart, It made his headache almost bearable, his tears slowly stopped, his breathing no longer felt like chocking, and the warmth that he felt before was no longer burning, but rocking him to slumber.

Only good kids deserved to be held with love, he knows that, he was never held like this before. Even when every single person on his home island refused to even touch him if it wasn’t to hurt him, and even if he doesn’t remember ever being held like this by his parents, Sonic was here, holding him. His brother was holding him.

The pain and sorrow that embraced him finally being replaced by a comforting rumbling coming from his own chest.

Maybe he was a good kid after all.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sonic and tails #unbreakable bond #they’re brothers your honor #they are cosmic truth #baby tails #baby miles tails prower #love is the greatest medicine in the world at least to Tails #please he just a baby #he just a lil guy #anon ask #thank you for asking sometimes I have ideas already written but don’t think they’re good a enough to post them but this put me back to work #sonic fanfiction

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screamingseeker · 5 months

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heyyy could i request headcanons (or anything) for knock out or starscream with a captured m.e.c.h member reader? reader is knowledgeable about cybertronian physiology (took one apart before), is generally sinister and snarky but shows a flirty side of themselves when prompted?

♡ Starscream was too quick to dismiss you as just another human insect that he was shocked - SHOCKED when you turned out to be his equal in terms of intelligence and snark.

♡ The seeker actually gets a bit flustered the first time you show your vicious streak.

♡ He never imagined a soft, squishy human could be so cruel and it actually endears you to him.

♡ You find yourself stuck with Starscream taking on the responsibility of your "handler". It's all an act so he can get to pick apart that fascinating, twisted little mind of yours.

♡ Starscream often asked for your opinions on how to discipline the troops and your harsh punishments would make his spark race.

♡ And when you responded flirtatiously to one of his compliments? He nearly lost his mind.

♡ Being flirted with by a human should have disgusted him. He should have threatened to terminate you, but he found he liked it.

♡ Starscream had grown fond of you.

♡ Knock Out is delighted to find a kindred spirit in a human, of all creatures.

♡ At first, it started out as a friendly sort of rivalry.

♡ "Oh? You think you know more than I do, human? Prove it."

♡ Knock Out liked to test your knowledge of Cybertronian physiology. He'd point out something and intentionally use the wrong name or purpose for it to see if you would correct him.

♡ He found it ridiculously attractive when you did, showing off your knowledge.

♡ The verbal sparring? Legendary.

♡ Knock Out was grateful for your company. Ever since he lost Breakdown, he's missed having someone to tease and provoke, and Starscream takes what he says too personally.

♡ You quickly became his "darling human".

♡ Knock Out was the first to flirt, of course, but it took him by complete surprise when you actually flirted back. From that moment on, Knock Out took every opportunity to try to fluster his sick little darling.

#anon your MIND i love this idea sm #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #starscream x reader #knock out x reader #transformers prime

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fatuismooches · 16 days

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I have returned (I don't know how long it's been since I was last here). All I know is, it has been months since I last played Genshin and I came back just for Father Arlecchino <3 So this rare occasion of my presence comes with a brainrot.

I don't know if you write self-aware AUs but the thought is; imagine how smug she would be- knowing she is the reason that you, the player, came back again after a long hiatus. Oh I just know that she would lowkey brag about it all the time.

Love, 🌼 anon

All of the characters were greatly disheartened when the Creator departed from their world. Logged in one day ago? That was normal, you were a busy person after all. A week? You must have exams or be very occupied with work. Then a few weeks went by. Then months. Needless to say, they missed your presence very much, despite only being able to see you beyond a screen. Arlecchino felt similarly, even though she had yet to see you as she had not made an appearance yet. Her children too - they wanted to see you as well. However, her annoyance was assuaged the moment she saw your giddy face staring right back at her, as she sat on the sofa.

She could hear the repeated clicking from your phone, most definitely from all the screenshots you were taking, remaining as cool and collected as ever as the other three listened on awkwardly at the tea party. Did you return... just for her? Well, what a nice, sweet, surprise to go along with these cakes.

After that, she could hear everything. How you've been grinding through all the stuff you've missed in a desperate attempt to pull her after so long. Speeding through random side quests, finally upgrading some statues, using all your resin the moment her materials got leaked. When she departs Fontaine, she has no worries anymore, knowing she'll be back soon enough, right in your party.

Just don't leave her again, alright?

(Meanwhile, the others are greatly concerned for you and what your priorities are...)

#smooches talks #🌼 anon #arlecchino love notes <3 #im glad you've returned for arlie 🌼 anon!! may your pulls be blessed!#i actually want to try and write more sagau bc i think the idea is cute but idk how- i hope this isn't too bad 💀#BUT ARGHHH THIS IS SUPER CUTE #i imagine the other harbingers would be secretly jealous too...#but she doesnt care bc she has your love <3

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merakiui · 8 months

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Wait wait wait! I wanna jump on this apocalypse au train real quick! But envision this…

Whenever a housewarden picks his bride there’s a ceremony that takes place to show the remaining population the person that’s going to be standing by his side. And for this, housewardens from other compounds are invited to come witness the ceremony (or some sort of diplomat comes in the leader’s place) . It's a show of goodwill and comradery between the compounds. To keep up morale and strengthen unity.

And for this special ceremony, it’s between the one and only Malleus Draconia and his pretty bride. And who shows up because of his hatred that borders on obsession for Malleus? Fuckin Rollo.

And he takes a great interest in Malleus’s Bride. She’s innocent looking, quiet and meek. But that’s not what sparks his unhealthy interest, it's the way you stare up at Malleus like he’s your whole world. Full of love and adoration. Pure and utter devotion.

And Rollo can’t fathom the thought that you, the pinnacle of perfection and innocence, could love a monster like Malleus. Surely, it must be the effects of some sinful curse.

And late at night, where all guests are in their rooms sleeping away from the festivities of the wedding, Rollo finds himself roaming the halls. Your sweet smile and perfect body engraved in his memories. How can he sleep when you're plaguing his mind?

That’s when he finds himself following the sounds of your moans echoing down the long hall. Walking deeper into the dwelling of the dragon’s territory. Forgoing any disdain he held for the ruler. Only focusing on the sounds of your pleasured gasps and lewd moans up to the large marble doors that seem to block his view of you.

A voice whispers into his ear to lean in closer and listen. That he’s the only one worthy enough to view. Tempting him so nicely and convincingly, that he’s on his knees peeking through the keyhole to see you sprawled across the large bed. Legs wrapped around Malleus’s waist and hands tugging at his long ebony locks. The force of Malleus’s deep thrust making your back arch.

And Rollo listens to you begging Malleus to go harder, to go faster. And all that strikes a chord with Rollo and he’s tempted to reach his hand down his trousers to beat his throbbing cock to the rhythm of Malleus thrust into your tight cunt. But he holds himself back, forcing himself to focus on the sway of your breast, the shining trail of cum that drips down your thighs and ass, the plumpness of your lips and hazy expression on your face.

It wasn’t until you plead these very words that not only does his restraint snaps but so does the man that was holding you like you were the most precious gem, “Please, give me a baby!”

And the thin string that was preventing him from falling deep into his delusion is cut.

Anyways, this has been on my mind for like the whole day. Um… so do with this as you please. It was mainly supposed to be about the love of my life, Malleus, but quickly turned into a rollo thirst, which is kinda surprising. But! Here it is. Also, I didn't know where to add it, but I like to think that Malleus knew Rollo was watching and knew that he was growing some sort of infatuation for his precious Child of Man and Mal took it personally.

And I just want to say I absolutely love your work. I consume it like my abuelita consumes her telenovelas. Every post is just so juicy and good. Legit, the best blog to ever blog fr. And i want to interact more, so i might be coming back with more ideas lol

-M (not quite sure how anon names work, but I hope this is good :))

AAAAAAAAAAA M ANON, THIS IS SO YUMMY OMG........ Rollo peeking in on you and Malleus when the two of you are trying to conceive a child, not only because of compound tradition but because the two of you genuinely love and care for each other. Oooooo Rollo is in utter disbelief that you could ever willingly love someone like Malleus! Surely you're under some spell. Magic is so filthy and terrible, after all. He wouldn't be surprised if that's the reason you're so affectionate with Malleus (Rollo is very wrong about that and also very delusional).

Omg and Malleus knowing Rollo was spying...... orz he can definitely sense the presence of another, and maybe come the following morning at breakfast Malleus is so attached to you, more possessive than usual because he just knows if he leaves you alone for more than a minute someone (Rollo) may attempt to strike up conversation with you. >_< aaaaaa and Rollo is so strict with himself, trying so hard to deny the fact that he's (lustfully) attracted to you and that he's only watching you from across the banquet hall like this because he's trying to understand what you see in Malleus. That's the only reason! It's definitely not because he keeps thinking about you and your pretty body and your moans and....... T_T he is obsessed and in denial, and Malleus most definitely knows this.

After he's returned to the Noble Bell compound, he (very begrudgingly) writes to Malleus, if only to keep up appearances and be polite, but mainly so, should another event happen, he can secure an invitation and see you again. <3 he frequently writes about you in his diary to sate every filthy desire he has, often tearing the pages out and burning them after he's gotten it out of his system. But some pages he keeps. Like the poems and sonnets dedicated to you.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #twst apocalypse au #M anon #also thank you for liking my work and blog!!!!! <3 #i'm happy the posts can be delicious #your apocalypse rollo idea sustains me orz it is truly a meal of an ask omg i am fed well #i need to write more apocalypse rollo >:D he's so gross i love him

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robobarbie · 4 months

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robo 😘😘😘 can we please get juicy masculine tiddies OF DILF NIGHTOWL 🤭🤭🤭🤭 PLEASE (teehee)

i wish i had the time... however, in the meantime, i saw a dilf nightowl fic tonight courtesy of [REDACTED] about hooking up in a hotel room a couple years after your divorce from each other. I feel like this could quench the thirst

#bp ask #anon ask #nightowl #inb4 ROBO READS THE FICS????#u dont know what our team has seen #u have no idea #redacted if you see this #i only censor your name because im not sure if you want your name on this #all love

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theloveinc · 2 months

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OKAY hear me out but touya WITH a job getting ready at your cute vanity and pink room. struggling to put up his cargo pants/ slacks with the belt, while running over to get his coat off of the fuzzy pink chair in the corner. he's forced to fix his hair and check if his face looks the least presentable in your mirror filled with polaroids before he goes out and it's SO funny to watch him do that omg. i'm gonna die

(pt. i!)

WAHHH mismatched socks, the elastic of his calvin kleins (that u bought him) peeking out at his backside; he nearly trips over his work bag that's waiting for him on the floor and practically slides right into your full-length mirror--you're really rooting for him and even though he wouldnt say it, he'd try to strangle himself if he lost his job for being late just one too many times--because he's rushing to get out the door.

you can hear him from the kitchen where you're putting together lunches (not for him specifically, but because you already make something for yourself, you might as well...you're welcome, touya), AND YES IT'S SO HARD not to laugh when the door bursts open and he's looking like a little fool with his black and white hair actually combed down and smudges around his eyes from trying + failing to get your eyeliner off of him.

(also, did he use your hairspray that was sitting on your vanity? maybe. okay, yes. though it's no surprise he knows where everything you own is lmfao)

he stills refuses to let you put things in a lunch box, but no way in HELL he's not shoving the wrapped sandwich and bento full of fruit into his bag before !!! kissing you goodbye!!!

it's truly like a dream come true 'coz even though part of him feels like a DOG having to work for the man, making you happy is what MAKES HIM HAPPY and being able to fill your (and now! his) room with more cute and pink things is his new favorite hobby...

(and even though he blushes like hell doing it, the next lunch date he's picking you up from, he's paying the whole table's bill in CASH and not taking no for an answer. makes him feel the best he has in a while. even though he's still eating everyone's leftovers lmao.)

slay the house down HOUSTON I'M DECEASED!!!!

#dabi #sorry my grammar went oUT THE DOOR WITH THIS #HE (YOUR IDEAS ANON) MAKE ME INSNANNANANENENENSNSNANANNENEN #also him in big doc martens I AM ASDJFLKAJDHFJKADHSFNJKADHJN #i fiend.... for him.......#and i love u anon thank u for this blessing #also i wonder what he does for work i've been trying to think!!#i def think it's something funny like the dmv or post office or something #bUT IDK MAYBE it's something else entirely!!#this dabi universe is everything to me #also if u have ur little kitten nibbles too <3 and he finally can afford to buy it expensive food #WAH #he's so ... boywife like truly his friends( shiggy toga twice mags all of them) are all . 'okay when did YOU get married?#and he's like shut up . but then asks if he can invite them over for dinner sometime akljdfladjfa #yes now that u pay rent boi #MWAH #caitie things #anon #gen

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 months

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Hi! I remember reading a yandere!husband x reader fic on your blog abt a yan!husband who secretly tortures people in his basement as he livestreams on the dark web and one day, the reader finds out so he locks her up in there and makes her watch. I think there was also a pt 2 where reader tries to escape so the husband forces her to wear a mask and SAs her on his live to “hurt her mentally but not physically”. I’ve tried to find those fics again for ages but have had NO luck. Idk if it was a fever dream atp. Please let me know if you did write it. Also, can I be 🦋 anon?

I know the EXACT fic you're talking about but I literally can't find it 😭😭 I didn't write that one but honestly it def inspired me with the kinda 'red room' yandere idea (something I hope to write someday💀) maybe if you go down the 'dark web yandere' search on tumblr you'll be able to find it? Sorry I can't be more help anon! if anyone ends up finding it plz write the author in the comments or something so it will not be lost forever <333

#sucks because I remember reading that one so vividly #it was such a while ago though I feel your pain anon #love red room yandere but for the love of everything holy I have no idea how to write it without reader being brutally tortured #or watching someone being tortured #kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #yandere #dark web yandere #red room yandere

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sprout-fics · 1 year

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Thursday Night Thots! Ok so what kind of a guy Ghost is when he comes back home to you? Which starvation of his win? Does he want to just, fuck out your brain? A bit agressive and dominant and just rough? Or, does he crave way more to make love to you? Touch you in a more patient manner? By the way, I just couldn’t erase this scenario with him when he comes back to your place, after i dunno how long, and you’re taking shower and as always you’re singing to whatever fav song of yours is playing so you have no idea that this giant is already standing naked behind you and when he gently touches your hip bc he wants to finally feel you, you just fucking lose it and you’re screaming and you throw your loofah full of soapy bubbles at him and some of it gets to his eyes and he just stumbles while grumbling fucking hell, woman, it’s me!!! Sorry but I’m laughing so hard at this lol

Tired, body drooping with fatigue, Ghost pulls the keys to your flat from his pack and sighs when the lock unlatches. It’s after a standard op gone well. More of a patrol than anything, targets were eliminated before they even saw the bare white flash of his skull mask. There, done, and back again. He’s long since familiarized himself with the sound of a sniper rifle in his ears, a ringing echo that sinks down deep into him like the resounding echo of a bell.

He needs to sit down, let his bones settle, rest and replenish. Eat something, drink water, peel off his grimy, sweaty clothes. Yet beyond the automatic,reflexive task of tending to himself sits a need, a desire. He needs to hold you, needs to hug you to his frame, feel you fold softly against him- one of the few gentle touches he’ll ever allow himself, here, outside this theater of war.

Ghost is two steps into the flat when he hears it, your voice floating from above, high melodic. He can hear the sound of the shower running. Dimly, he realizes in his fatigue that he forgot to let you know he’d be home.

He could leave it, perhaps. Wait for you to come out of the bathroom before he reveals himself. However, the thought of a hot shower to erase the blood and grime from his skin feels too tempestuous to refuse, especially when it comes with the image of your bare body arching under the showerhead. Exposed, water trickling down the dip of your shoulders, your breasts, your hips. He can still remember the sensation that drove him to madness, the rush of blood in his ears summoned by the sound of that same voice gasping in a choked, pleading cry under him.

Under his touch.

So Ghost ditches his clothes, leaving a trail leading from the door of your bedroom to the shower. Steam escapes from under the door as his hand settles on the handle. You haven’t heard him, somehow, over the sound of whatever song it is you’re singing. So it shouldn’t be a surprise then, that when he opens the door your next note is cut off into a shriek. It’s only through the reflexes of a skiller that he manages to catch the loofa thrown at his face.

“Bloody hell, woman.” He growls at your wide eyed stare, hands cupped chastely over your bosom. “It’s me.”

It takes a moment for you to process, mouth agape and gaze shocked.

Then, however, you throw yourself at him.

“I missed you.” You whisper up into the underside of his jaw, nails scraping along the soft hair above his nape. “Thought about you the entire time you were gone, Simon.”

He shivers then. He can’t help it. It’s the utterance of his name, his real name, that makes him soften against you, blood driving higher in his veins. The touch of you, bare, warm, wet, pressed against his bare front is enough to siphon the fatigue from his bones, replacing it there with a boiling, rising desire.

“Why don’t you show me, love?” He asks, not bothering to conceal the lust in his voice. He cups your chin, lifts your gaze to look into his eyes, flickering with need, a smile tugging at his exposed face, free of the mask.

“How much you missed me.”

#thursday night thots #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #I'll answer your original ask in a different prompt anon #but for now I loved your shower idea!

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uncanny-tranny · 3 months

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Hi! would you by any chance have tips on how to get a binder when your parents refuse to buy you one? ☹️

That's definitely a sensitive and complex answer, and while I might not know of the best option for your unique situation, there are some ways you can go about this.

If it's a foregone conclusion that you cannot convince them of this, what I used to do is DIY my binder. The ways I primarily did this were:

Option One: Wearing a camisole that was one size smaller than I actually was (so, wearing a small instead of a medium, for instance), then folding it up over my chest. As a disclaimer, this may only work well if you are smaller in the chest

Option Two: Layering two sports bras in my size over each other. Some of the DIY tips I found before I got a traditional binder advised to wear one sports bra in your size, then wear another sports bra backwards in a size smaller. I would advise against this for potential safety reasons, but also because (at least personally), it can be ineffective and a waste of resources.

Some people have also had friends or other family members order their binder for them, but this can be risky, depending on your situation. While I don't know the ins and outs of your specific circumstances, risk management is important to me, so I would recommend this if it is a risk that is acceptable to make.

I understand what it's like to not have access to this resource, so what I will do is advise you against:

Binding with ace bandages (I did this before (multiple times, in fact, because of dysphoria), and believe me, not only did it hurt like hell, but it constricted my body so heavily that I may have done long-term harm)

Wearing a DIY binder (or any kind, for that matter) for longer than your body can handle

Doing DIY in such a way that even mimics binding with ace bandages. This means that your binder shouldn't constrict your ribs, breathing, or range of movement

Here are some general good practices that you should use to guide you for any type of binding, whether traditional or DIY:

When you start binding, only do so in very short sessions to begin with. While binding shouldn't outright hurt, it can be a weird transition while your body is getting used to that new sensation

Minimize heavy lifting or exercise while binding. If it is unavoidable, drink plenty of water and take plenty of breaks

Stretch after binding

Don't bind while sick or have inflammation in your lungs or chest

If you DIY, treat your binder like it is a traditional binder. Don't make the mistake of assuming you don't need to listen to your body because you aren't using a "traditional" binding method

Ultimately, listen to your body. If it is telling you that it needs a break, honour that. Your body isn't punishing you, it is trying to keep you (and it) safe, even if it doesn't feel like it

In the end, this isn't perfect. Sometimes, parents do come around, even in their own ways, even if little by little, they come around. When I first came out officially around 2016, I was convinced that my transition would be completely forbade by my family; I concealed a lot of it in the worst instances of this. However, now, I think most of my family has come through their own journey with the understanding of the reality of what and who I am. I tell you this, anon, because I want you to know that this, too , shall pass. You can make it. I know this might be devastating to you, and believe me, I know what that's like. But it won't be forever. These bridges aren't burnt forever, and I hope you can find your happiness and contentment wherever it may be.

#ask #anon #trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #nonbinary #long post #if anybody has other tips or ideas then feel free to speak up #this is what i did before officially binding and what i have seen other trans people do in lieu of getting a 'real' binder #it did suck when i was coming out because i don't think my family had any idea how *their* hang-ups with... me as a person... affected me #and i think a lot of people get their preconceived notions or headcanons of you stuck in their head to the point that it is Reality #i think part of why my dad started actually *trying* to accept me was him realizing that i was actively hiding things from him...#...like he loves me and our relationship is fine now but i'm not going to pretend like he didn't massively blunder after i came out #and if it turns out that your parents don't ever come around (gd forbid) then you aren't obligated to keep them #you don't choose your parents but you can choose your family i think #i always always hope that parents come around to their child/ren and the reality of who they are but i recognize how messy it all is #anon i wouldn't blame you one bit if you feel many complex or 'negative' emotions toward them #i have many complex feelings about this and that's my own baggage. i hope i haven't put words into your mouth or assumed anything too much #i am sending you best wishes and care. this too shall pass💛

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I think my favorite personal headcanons of Cyno and Tighnari would be them actually being childhood friends. Since I hc Cyno being really shy and easily frightened as a child, it would it hard for him to make friends. But Cyrus knew that having some interaction with kids his age would be good for him, but still, he wanted to be careful of how he went about it. On Tighnari's side, I picture him being a very curious kid, but in the end, isn't too interested in friendships. For example, while all the others kids played tag or something, Tighnari would be drawing in the sand. He wasn't shy, or anything like that. His mind just wasn't that focused on forming relationships with kids his age.

So, Cyrus met up with Tighnari's dad (assuming they somewhat knew each other) and decided to let their kids meet. Cyrus trusted Tighnari's dad parenting, and wasn't worried about his son meeting Cyno. And Tighnari's dad thought that Tighnari should really make at least one friend.

So they met, and at first, Tighnari was only hanging out with Cyno cause his dad ushered him to, but he grew to enjoy his company. Cyno was really nervous around Tighnari, but learned to relax and be more verbal and expressive with him. Tighnari was a very talkative kid, and would ramble on and on about some sort of plant he discovered, and Cyno would listen intently, making a small comment every now and then.

Long story short; Cyno was scared of forming friendships, Tighnari wasn't interested in friendships. And both of them became each other's first friend, and helped each other open up to other people :)

Also, I read somewhere that Cyno got his humor from Cyrus, but I also think it'd be sweet if during them time Cyno was still trying to figure out how to "friend" properly, Cyrus offhandedly mentioned that humor helped people become closer. So, he decided to try and tell Tighnari some jokes in an attempt to get closer to him. They weren't funny. At all. But Tighnari forced a laugh because Cyno had such a hopeful expression.

Which I think would lead to this conversation later in life-

Cyno: *Sigh* You used to laugh at my jokes all the time....

Tighnari: My sense of humor improved, you could say (He still doesn't have the heart to tell him he forced himself to laugh).

It is such a cute HC ! But I believe it would be more an AU than a HC ? Since it is canon that Cyno met Tighnari and they became friend when Tighnari was still a student in Akademiya (and Cyno was already a general mahamatra) But I still believe that Tighnari and Cyno become each other's first genuine friend !! A friendship with akademia related, nor beneficial for research/job ! And yes bahaha if I remember in.. kaveh's hangout I guess ? we can hear Cyrus saying pun jokes KSLKS But bahaha young tighnari laughing at young cyno's joke by politeness, it is a pretty funny picture

#reply #tighnari & cyno #i love them !!!#your idea is so great anon !

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house-of-daena · 7 months

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Imagine walking in on Zhongli fucking Baizhu in his ass and just being like "Pleasing yourselves without my permission? How naughty.." and then proceeding to fuck them stupid as punishment. overstimulating Baizhu while Zhongli watches and Zhongli with his hands tied behind his back so he can't pleasure himself, making him beg to cum even once while Baizhu's came like 17 times. Then once satisfied with the begging finally fucking Zhongli until you're both satisfied<333

-Skin

ohhh i can imagine 😋

punishing them both for having fun w/o you... fucking baizhu until he can't cum anymore, voice raspy, face wet with tears as his cock pathetically twitches against his slick tummy covered in his juices... he's weakling holding onto his, his thighs trembling and he could barely feel his lower half,,, he's still sooo pretty, drool dribbling down his chin, jolting when your fingers brush on his oversensitive dick.

while zhongli doesn't get anything. he just watches as he's knelt on the floor, arms tied, cock throbbing so painfully. he wants to beg you to let him cum, but you told him specifically to not say a single word or you'll think of a more befitting punishment for his misbehavior. make zhongli fuck baizhu between his thighs, the doctor biting his bottom lip the way zhongli's cock thrust against his skin, so hot and big. then forcing him to stop moving once he's close... 💞

#» asmo talks #» skin anon #SORRY THIS IS SO HALF BAKED #I ust really wanted to let his own bc im taking a smallll break from writing today and maybe tomorrow to regain energy ^^#don't be shy t send in thirsts though #esp abotu my wife :3 #also i have your rq on the dottore thing! tysm!!#i actually love the idea hehe

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ughgoaway · 4 months

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Hello I've been sending you a few asks recently so I've decided to be 🎄 anon 🙂

Anyway I was thinking about how Matty would be when teacher is pregnant. Obviously she works full time so he probably can't keep an eye on her as much as he'd like to, and I bet in those early months she comes home from work absolutely exhausted and just wants to lie on the sofa all the time 😴😴

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hi!!! thank you so much for sending asks, 🎄 is yours now!! :))))

as soon as matty finds out you're pregnant, he is treating you like you're made of glass. if you want absolutely anything, he's getting it for you.

"matty. I can get my own cup of tea!! the baby is only the size of a pea right now, I am still allowed to do things, " you say as matty takes the kettle out of your hand and ushers you back to the sofa.

"Ah ah ah. they might be the size of a pea, but they're our pea, and you need to relax and keep them safe. just sit and let me take care of you both sweetheart, it's my job as dad anyway"

I think that you get pretty bad morning sickness the first trimester, and matty fucking hates it. he always sits with you, rubs your back and holds your hair. he makes you herbal tea to try and settle your stomach but nothing works. its just something that happens, but he can't help but feel so awful for you, and kind of guilty it's his baby causing all the sickness.

I imagine he talks to the bump about it after one particularly bad morning, "Hey, little pea, can you please stop making your mum so sick? she's just trying to keep you growing, and it's very difficult when she can't keep anything down. " You laugh at him and stroke his hair.

"matty I don't think they get to choose if I'm sick or not" you giggle as he rests his head next to your bump and continues to try and convince your baby to stop making you sick.

if you have a craving, he's getting it. the first few months all you wanted was crackers, they were all you could stomach so you just ate them endlessly. within a week of you telling matty, he had organised a massive shipment to be delivered to the house, "so you can always have something to eat my love"

you're definitely right with being exhausted in those first few months too, working with kids all day is already tiring - let alone when you're growing a baby at the same time.

I can see you getting home and immediately passing out on the sofa, just fucking knackered 24/7. matty catches on soon enough and starts setting up blankets and pillows for you. basically creating a cocoon for you to rest in.

the fact that he can't follow you around all the time and make sure you're okay is killing him, so he'll do whatever he can.

so if he can't wrap you in cotton wool for 9 months, he'll just wrap you in blankets when you need a nap instead.

he sleeps with you when you ask, spooning you and holding your bump. even when there isn't really a bump yet.

"matty, why are you holding my stomach?" You groggily ask as he lies behind you.

"I wanna hold them!" he defends, rubbing his hands over your non-existent bump.

"There's nothing there yet. They are barely a baby at this point," you say with a smile on your face. his love for this baby was the only thing getting you through these early months, obviously you were over the moon to be pregnant but fucking hell it was hard.

"they're still in there. They've got to get to know their dad early"

Annie also joins you for a nap sometimes. She is normally full of energy after school, but every once in a while, she comes home with heavy eyes and is clearly exhausted.

Annie sees you lie down and comes up to the sofa, gently patting your shoulder to get your attention.

you open your eyes and softly smile at her, "You okay, sweet girl?" You say with a yawn, Annie rubs at her eyes with closed fists and nods slowly.

"Can I cuddle with you y/n? I don't have a baby in my tummy, but I'm really sleepy too, " Annie says shyly, fiddling with the corner of the blanket matty had draped over you.

you pull back the blanket and shuffle back on the sofa, patting the spot in front of you and saying, "Of course angel, jump up and cuddle with me. it would make me feel so much better"

Annie grins and slides into the spot you created for her, and you wrap her up in your arms, tossing the blanket over the two of you.

quickly, you both fall asleep. Soft snores from Annie caught mattys attention as he came in from the kitchen.

walking in and seeing you and annie curled up together, and knowing you were also pregnant was something he would never forget. this was his dream for so many years, and it's finally real and happening. the years of delusions had paid off. his little family was growing, and saying he was giddy was an understatement.

his daughter was always the most important thing in his life, and now he has 3 people that he would die for.

he never thought he'd get a chance at this again. he thought that once he decided to be a dad, that was it for him. no more grand romances, no more falling in love. it was just him and annie, and he was okay with that.

but when he met you, it all changed. he used to dream of you just talking to him, giving him any sort of attention. he could have never imagined that one day you would be dating him, pregnant with his child and be completely in love with his daughter.

he takes a photo of you and sets it as his background, and it stays that way until 9 months later. it finally changed when he snaps the first picture of the 3 of you in the hospital bed, with Annie's new baby brother in her arms and you watching over them with a soft smile on your face.

#omg having emoji anons makes me feel like a real blog... this is crazy #welcome my love!! thank you for sending me all your amazing ideas <3333 #now did i do them justice?? hmm... that is unknown bc i hate my own writing and can never tell <3 #but we move!!!#overprotective matty my beloved <3333 #🎄 anon #anon!#teacher au!

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