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urhoneycombwitch · 2 days
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your ideas on dm eddie!!!!?????
like i need more of him being in charge and reader just is like no no
replying to this with another anon
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18+ mdni
he would be so easily corruptible. like one session you all have to stop mid-game (it’s been 4 hours but everyone got so lost in the storytelling!!) to get the kids home before curfew. and it was just getting good, too- the knight’s brigade with you as their commander, riding on proud horseback into the rumored-to-be-dragon-infested-forest.
and later that night, after you’ve carpooled everyone to their respective homes, you settle in at Eddie’s for a movie.
but it’s not five minutes in until you’ve got a hand under the band of Eddie’s sweats, fist slick around his cock. you’re biting at that hotspot behind his ear and he’s trying to be good, keeping his hips down even though he’s longing to just fuck up into your tight hand.
Eddie lets out a little whine when you thumb at his slit- and then your voice is low at his ear, murmuring, “no dragons in that forest, right baby?”
he can’t be faulted for not answering right away, ‘cuz your other hand has slipped to cup his balls and your thumb is pressing into indecent places-
“h-what?” Eddie pants, stomach flexing, using real effort to stave off coming. “no dragon… where?”
“in the forest, baby,” you coo, patient in tone but speeding up your jacking-off rhythm.
his cock throbs in response. Eddie moans.
you sink a lovebite into the dip of his shoulder before you continue, saccharine- “gonna make it real easy on me and my knights tomorrow, right?”
and he didn’t have a choice, goddammit, you’d jacked him right up against a wall, he had to strangle out a “yes” so that you wouldn’t stop your pretty hands from moving.
“come.” as soon as you whisper the command at him he’s gone, spilling thick ropes of pearly white into his sweatpants, letting his hips jerk forward as you coax the last of his spend with a squeezing upwards twist.
his head lolls against the back of the couch, chest heaving, bright spots of pink in his cheeks. “vixen. witch. you’re a sorceress.”
“nope.” you pop the p before sucking the mess from your fingers into your mouth, Eddie watching with lust-blown pupils. “I’m just a knight with a slut for a DM.”
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kikker-oma · 2 months
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wars deserves to cuddle with his scarf, bro needs therapy
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Wars can't remove himself from his environment so he blocks his environment out.
Wind refuses to let himself be blocked out, even when the captain needs a minute to himself lol.
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mischefous · 16 days
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*cough cough* possibly… Legend whump? Him having a panic attack?
*sneezes*
*looks down at my screen*
-oh hey!...oh dear...someone better get Legend a blankie and some warm milk🥹
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cheatsylu · 17 days
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I saw your request thing at the bottom of your Hyrule and Wild drawing! Could you also draw Wars and Twilight being silly? I feel like they should get the chance to be idiots together
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Who supplied them with the famous xxx beverage? I want a word with you
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mugentakeda · 4 months
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decided to doodle some more stuff for this au since the lu ten lives au ask i got from oomf has been haunting me
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layraket · 7 months
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I really like your art.. and you're really cool ajajaas bueno este yo estoy hoy aqui para preguntar si podrías dibujar a Wind y Vio jugando jenga encima de Wolfie.. AJAJSJSJAJS D PERSONA POR LA IDEA CRACK ESQ NO ME LA SACO DE LA CABEZAAAAA
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vio is testing how much patience has twilight how much time can wolfie stay still
wind is there for emotional support
enfin se la estan pasando de bomba
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are you still up for suggestions? then maaaybe a delirious sick Wild doing something he shouldn't be doing while sick? like climbing a mountain-
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ok so I did a little doodle of delirious Wild climbing the mountain but I got a little carried away with the other idea that came to me from this…
I just really love drawing campfires ok?
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ok-pop-1 · 2 months
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an evening doodle of a modern!war from @linked-maze :)
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breannasfluff · 6 months
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Twilight: *shouting at Wild in Twili* Wild: I know. Warriors: You speak Twili? Wild: No. I just know the phrase, 'This is all your fault' in every language he speaks.
I'm sorry, this was just too funny, it couldn't wait.
- Moon Anon
Jeez Wild XD Multi-lingual in only one phrase ahaha
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ikaishere · 7 months
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hey could u draw four with legend idc what there doin or if its an au or not the bois jusy deserve to exist together and its one of my favorite pairings
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legend makes it his personal goal to carry around injured members of the chain (yes, he did try to do that with twi or time. yes it looked hilarious) and four makes it his personal goal to get grumpy about it (affectionately)
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urhoneycombwitch · 2 days
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I'm currently so bogged down with end of year college assignments and it's distracting me from the really important things in life (Eddie) (and also ur blog). I'll love you forever if you could please write something sweet and domestic (maybe smutty who knows) about reader coming home to babyboy after a long day of being busy and just catching up🥺💕
foreword: wrote this with linecook!Eddie in mind hope that’s ok! some fluff and comfort for ur dash <3
wc: 1.2k
cw: fluff, food eating, soft Eddie who’s also kinda… soft!dom in this, gn!reader (pet names used)
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The long work day has finally caught up with you, hitting like a freight train just as you drag your weary self through Eddie’s door. Every limb feels heavy as you clumsily pull your arms from your coat sleeves, fingers blundering through the motions of unlacing your work boots.
“Eddie?” Even your voice sounds tired. There’s no sign of your boy in the living room or kitchen; you push open his bedroom door, only to still in the doorframe.
Eddie’s stretched out facedown on his bed, cheeks rosy with sleep and half-squished against the patchwork quilt. His hair is a riotous sprawl down the thin white tank top of his back, dark strands curling in on themselves with the rise and fall of his deep, slumbering breaths.
You tiptoe around the pile of his work clothes on the carpet- he must have just beat you home- and fondly stroke a hand down the slope of his back. He twitches in his sleep, hand tucked under his chest mindlessly seeking your affection.
You give in, for the time being. Strip down to your own underclothes, slot the length of your body next to his, let your bare legs tangle together while you nuzzle at the top of his head.
Eddie smells smoky and warm, like the cigarettes from his smoke breaks; he was on grill today, you think, maple pancakes and the heavy fattiness of bacon faint under the Irish Spring and cologne he’d dotted onto his neck this morning.
You don’t mean to fall asleep, but the next thing you know, Eddie’s lips are pulling you from a dream, hazy with love. He kisses your cheek, the arch of your brow, strokes a ring-cooled knuckle down the column of your neck before kissing there, too.
“What d’ya want for dinner, angel?”
His voice is thick with sleep. Your lashes flutter in response.
“Mmm. A nap.”
Eddie chuckles, leans forward to mouth at the top of your shoulder. “How about pasta?”
You hum lightly in affirmation, sliding an elbow into the mattress to start getting up- but Eddie squeezes the meat of your arm, stilling your movements.
“Where you goin’?”
Through bleary eyes, you find the dark chocolate of Eddie’s, which are trained on your face with sparkling amusement.
“Uh. Was gonna help you? I’m not the only one who worked a long shift today-”
“Absolutely not.” His hair ripples over both shoulders as he shakes his head. “You think I’m lettin’ you be sous-chef after starting a fire in my damn kitchen? Forget about it.”
You scoff, defiant, pushing up into your arm to glare- “It was a paper towel that briefly caught alight. Don’t be dramatic.”
“Fat chance.” Eddie puts one big hand over the entirety of your face, pushing until you give, maneuvering your head back to the pillow. “I’m making pasta and you’re gonna lie here all pretty ‘til it’s done. Capiche?”
In answer, you pout, but close your eyes obediently- from experience, you know it’s pointless to argue.
He presses a final kiss to your temple, taking the warmth of his hands with him as he heads to the kitchen.
You doze for the next few minutes, sleep flirting at the edges of your mind, the clanking and bustling noises from down the hall a familiar backdrop that nearly lulls you back to dreamland.
“Soup’s on.” Eddie pads back into the room, light from the hallway cutting a bright path against the floor. His palm cups the side of your cheek, then slips down to pat at your hip. “C’mon. Up.”
He’s irritatingly pushy tonight- but then, he’s always in a mood until you’ve eaten something. That protective nature overrides Eddie’s deep desire to snuggle back up to you on the bed; he slides a hand around your wrist, coaxing gentle but firm until you’re on your feet.
A steady palm at your lower back guides you down the hall, to the dining chair. Buttery smells hang in the air, tantalizing as Eddie places two bowls on the table. There’s a steaming whorl of linguini in both, oily noodles flecked with pesto, roasted veggies gleaming in a colorful arc around one side.
You watch as Eddie quietly slides a fork across the scratched wood surface, settling into his own chair, leaning back with one eyebrow raised.
Out of habit, you pick up the fork to twirl around some pasta, stabbing a piece of broccoli on the end for good measure before taking a bite. The flavors flood in, rich and smooth, a low ‘mmm’ of approval- not solely for Eddie’s benefit. He’s a goddamn fantastic cook.
Satisfied with your reaction, Eddie digs in, too. A pleasant, quiet few minutes pass as you both eat. The last bits of light from the window above the sink dim, the sun giving way to dusk. From the distant forest, a mourning dove coos, and a Joni Mitchell song from a neighbor’s porch radio answers in fragments.
There’s soft lamplight from the adjoining living room, casting Eddie’s face in ochre glow as he scoots both your empty bowls to the side. He rises, then tsks at you when you reach for the dishes- “Don’t even think about it-” before pulling you with him towards the couch.
Stomach full and satiated, you allow yourself to be maneuvered by his hands once again- this time he settles on a couch cushion, tossing a pillow between his planted feet on the ground for you to sit.
“Hardly seems fair,” you argue, weakly, although you’re already sat, his thumbs pressing at the nape of your neck. “You already made dinner and now you’re… you…”
Your resolve gives out in a single move as Eddie starts massaging the tight muscles near your spine, snaking his fingers up with practiced pressure.
“Wha-at,” he complains back in equal measure, faux-pity more on the mocking side when he follows the line of muscle up into your scalp, working underneath your hair now with a scalp scratch that feels so good it should be illegal- “Can’t just let me take care of you? S’wrong with that?”
If you opened your mouth surely nothing but a moan or equally telling, garbled speech would escape, so you shut it. Let your neck loll and go lax into Eddie’s touch, sink deeper into the V of his legs.
He murmurs some praise in response, words that you’re too far gone to hear, but it’s accompanied by a quick brush of his lips to the crown of your head before his fingers soothe further up.
The Joni song ends, fades into the steady rhythm of Eddie working out all the tension from your muscles with loving hands, the promise of a comforting evening like a warm blanket around you both.
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kikker-oma · 19 days
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art requests you say? may I request a sleepy Four?
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mischefous · 19 days
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There’s this fic series I read and can’t remember the name of but in the first one I think Warriors passes out because of pain from an old injury and Time catches him and he can’t figure out what’s wrong with him, maybe u could draw something like that for ur whump art request?
first request LETS GOOOOOO! thank you Anon!
hmm, I've read a lot but this one doesn't ring a bell
but I tried to do your description justice! hope you enjoy! i apologize if i completely missed the mark on this one XD
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one with the words and without hehe
EDIT! @articuno13 found the fic series this Anon was talking about!!! GO GIB IT HEEEEEAAPS OF LOVE!
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maidragoste · 2 months
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Rhaenys: are you sure you want to marry him?
Laena: yes mother, i have thought this through!
Rhaenys looks at daemon who is staring at you : i dont think you do
Also, i have this thought that when the reader was very young, she gave alicent a little seashell to make her smile.
Rhaenyra saw that and was jelly
Rhaenys really didn't want Laena to marry Daemon 😭 She wanted to prevent her daughter from suffering even more in the long term but Laena pretended not to see how Daemon was looking at you.
I LOVE YOUR HEADCANON. Little Sea Dragon giving a shell to Alicent so she won't be so sad about not being able to go to Driftmark with her and Rhaenyra. And then little Alicent gives Sea Dragon a gift of her own and embroiders her a handkerchief 🥹🥹
Of course Rhaenyra gets jealous... What if after this she decides that she doesn't want Sea Dragon and Alicent to spend time together anymore? Then the three stop spending time together and Rhaenyra begins to spend time with each one separately and thus jealousy is born between Alicent and Sea Dragon in their adolescence.
I only think about years later when Sea Dragon and Alicent become friends again or when they are already together, Sea Dragon discovers that Alicent still has the shell even though they were years apart 🥹🥹
thanks for writing to me anon, I really enjoyed your headcanon. If you have any other don't hesitate to share it 🥰🥰
Next time if you want you can choose an emoji so I can identify which anon I'm talking to.
I hope you are well and hear from you again 💖💖
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neverchecking · 11 months
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Ooh, bestie plz. That yandere time piece left me aching with the amount of need I didn't know I had
So I wanna request one more, if that's okay. Yandere Time, once again, but with a breeding kink. And please, feel free to go into explicit detail.
(May and I both personally hc that time has a breeding kink. I literally wrote a whole ass smut piece with a pregnant reader on both her page and mine about this. Same piece, links on both pages lmao)
The amount of horny I am for this man is not okay. Time can bend me over and fuck me like a bitch in heat whenever he wants
...Ahem. Sorry.
I'm gonna be yer 🧚 anon, okay?
omg-
Omg-
OMG YOUR FAIRY ANON?! THE FAIRY ANON?! After you messaged me here I went to May's page and began reading some of her stuff, and every time I came across a 🧚anon post I knew it was going to be good. I just- Drooling, kicking my feet, barking, the whole nine yards.
Anyway, I am absolutely here to please. Time could take me anywhere. There are some pieces that I write and I'm like...Should I share this or keep it to myself? And I gotta admit, that Time one was one of em. The reception to it was just so fantastic and I'm glad everyone liked it. Anyway, I got another Time request around the same time as this one and I just- lightbulb.
Also also, never be sorry Darling. I love to hear all the dirty thoughts. Really gets the writing juices flowing yk? Plus, I get my own 🧚anon? Sign me tf up.
SORRY ANYWAY-
Smut so MDNI. 18+. You asked for explicit detail, so I hope I brought it to the table!
Smut CW: Reader is a little bit of a Yandere themselves, AFAB reader, Subby! Time, breeding Kinks!
Fairy boy
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It was hot.
So unbearably hot. Sweat was dripping between every curve of the body he had worked so hard to achieve, leaving behind a misty sheen as his breath fogged in front of him. The air around him was practically smothering, but he couldn't bring himself to care. No, this was a religious experience that he was blessed to experience.
Nothing could ever top this moment. Not anything he had experienced up to this point.
But oh, how willing he was to show his absolute devotion to you, his Goddess, his muse, his star given soul mate. Anything to show your saintly soul that his own was open to you. To take, to shred, to treasure, to obliterate. Anything, and it was yours. He was truly committed to your entire being.
And you knew it to. He knew you knew it from the glares you would shoot inn keepers that fluttered their lashes at him. He knew you knew it from the sharp, venom laced words you would hide behind a sweet, lace lined tone designed to make the other just wilt before you for even thinking of approaching him. He knew you knew it from the dangerous, but ever erotic, gleam in your eyes as you followed the movement of the one waitress that left her hand to linger on his shoulder for a second too long.
And was it ever anoetic.
It was like linking a chain between the two of you with every interaction making it stronger. Reinforcing it with titanium steel only to enhance it with unbreakable enchantments. It was coiled so tightly around the both of yours hearts, like a double headed viper ready to strike any other imposter daring to try and tame the other's rearing serpent. Perhaps there was something unhealthy about it all. but he couldn't find himself to care.
He couldn't even find it in himself to think.
Not when the searing trails of both his cum and your own trailed down his thighs, burning like magma wherever it touched. Not when your own form was bouncing above his own, your own skin polished with sweat as your inner walls, velvet and absolutely piquant (He would know), clung to him, pulsing and squeezing him for everything he had to offer you. Not when his neck and collarbone, littered with bites and hickeys, angled itself mindlessly to give you better access.
Everything about him was positively brainless, nothing but a useless doll for you to use and abuse should you deem it what you want.
But you wouldn't.
You would never dream of hurting him in any way, shape or form. It's what made you so exquisite. You cared for him in a way no one else previously had. Everyone else in his life either left him or was left behind, but you- you had followed him. Clung to him so tightly he had no choice but to be dragged down to whatever depths you fell through to. Not that he would ever let you fall far.
No, he couldn't imagine a life without you. Without your semi-stern glares and light scoldings whenever he gets just a little too reckless in ensuring your safety. Without your gentle hands, cradling his face as you coo at him in that soft voice of yours that he was yours, only yours, and you were his, and nothing, not even the Golden three themselves could pull the two of you apart. Without your smaller frame underneath of him, clinging to his form as he drilled into you, imprinting his every inch onto your being, absolutely ruining you for anyone else.
He knew he was. No one else would ever live up to you. You were beyond words, celestial if it could be something tangible. He knew anyone else chances were all but derelict. Not there ever was a chance for any other possibility.
"Goddess, Link-"
You never called him Time. Never. Besides nicknames, the only other moniker you called him was his name. You called the others by their titles, but not him. You once explained to him that it was because he was more than just a title to you. He was more than just a hero. He was your very reason for pushing on in the morning, for breathing, eating, simply existing in this realm.
He was more than just a title to you.
He was Link, the humble farm boy who was traumatized beyond belief. Who required delicate handling even when he didn't feel he deserved it. Who needed someone to ground him and smooth out his chipped and tattered edges.
He needed you.
Oh, he needed you badly. Even just having you here, cunt squeezing around him as you rolled your head back, hair falling back before you were leaning forward. You laid on his chest, emphasizing the heat around you both, as your forehead landed on his. Your hips never stopped moving, dragging deliciously up his shaft, leaving a milky white sheen in your wake, before slamming back down, a filthy squelch echoing out.
One of his palms, flat and heavy, raised to clap against your ass cheek, making you clench around him as your head fell forward, whimpering into his ear as something wet dripped onto his lap.
You shivered and shuddered, but, gloriously stubborn you, refused to slow even the slightest. He knew what you wanted from him, and he was more than willing to give it to you.
You wanted a baby. His baby. You wanted to carry his child, a piece of the two of you together. You wanted to be tied together for the rest of your lives. You wanted to be the mother of his children.
He could see it now. You all round and barefoot, taking care of the house while he went to work with the knights at the castle or down at the Lon ranch. You, wearing a soft pink apron, as you baked and cooked meals to last the time you would be in recovery because you both knew he was useless in the kitchen. You, who would look downright elegant, despite the strenuous act you just went through, cradling his baby. His baby that would suckle at your teat as you glowed like the angels above came down just to bless this event.
And he craved that.
With a low groan, his arms shot up to wrap around your back as his hips hammered up, pushing right against your own as he plunged in as far as physically possible. He was sure he was kissing the ring of your cervix with how far he was docked within your walls, which throbbed around him. Old loads leaked out around him, making room for the new stuff, as you cried and withered, cumming around him with a cry of his name.
He knew he would go through whatever needed to give you your desired child, and it seemed you thought the same as you sat up, chest heaving in heavy pants, staring down at him. Overstimulation racked his spine, as he was sure it did yours, but he was given a mission. A quest.
And nothing would stop him from completing his quest.
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1-upboys · 9 months
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Ok hear me out...Mario tickling Luigi because he ate all the damn cookies!
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Uh oh...
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