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HIHI I ACCIDENTALLY LOST A REQUEST AND PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON , THIS IS TOO THAT ONE REQUEST THAT WANTED A 1X X FEMALE READER , SORRY IN ADVANCE!!

tumblr is so shit on phone anyways..

MY REQUESTS ARE DONE

they will open tomorrow though because it's 4 am I don't want to leave them on...

TITLE : using you for my fun.

As the final seconds ticked down, 1x1x1x1 surveyed the map with a smug, self-satisfied smirk.

The once crowded map was now bare, save for the scattered corpses of the fallen and the few survivors he had deemed unworthy of his attention.

His emerald eyes fell upon you, huddled behind a crumbling wall, trying desperately to avoid his notice.

But 1x1x1x1 could sense your presence as clearly as if you stood before him.

A devious idea took shape in his mind, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

He snapped his fingers, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the sudden silence of the map.

Two figures materialized out of the shadows, contrasting sharply with the glowing green chains that adorned their frames.

They wore crowns of twisted, thorny vines, the color of their master's eyes.

The minions, his loyal and silent servants, ready to carry out his every twisted whim.

You barely had time to process their appearance before they were upon you.

The first minion grabbed your wrist, yanking you out from your hiding spot with brutal force.

Before you could even think to scream or struggle, the minions had you pinned, one gripping your hips, the other your wrists.

They worked in tandem, as if they had done this a thousand times before which, given their master's voracious appetites, they likely had.

The one behind you wasted no time, his glowing green cock springing free from the confines of his black pants.

The thick, pulsing shaft bobbed obscenely, the tip dripping with a sickly green precum that sizzled where it hit your skin.

He notched the swollen head against your puckered hole.

With a brutal, animalistic grunt, he slammed forward, burying his massive cock deep inside your most intimate place.

A scream tore from your throat at the sudden, painful invasion. But the sound was swallowed up by the minion's hand, clamping down over your mouth, muffling your cries.

Your scream morphed into a strangled moan as the minion behind you hilted inside you, his heavy balls slapping against your rear.

The burn of the sudden intrusion faded into a deep, throbbing ache as your body struggled to adjust to the massive invader stretching you wide.

But there was no respite to be found, no time to catch your breath.

The second minion was already yanking your pants down your legs, baring your dripping slit to his hungry gaze.

His own green, pulsing cock sprang free, even longer and thicker than his companion's.

"Wait, please..." you gasped out, but your plea was cut off by another cry as the second minion notched himself at your entrance.

With a brutal, pistoning thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside your clinging heat.

The dual invasion was almost too much to bear, your body wracked with pain and a perverse, building pleasure as you were split open on their massive shafts.

His companion matched his rhythm, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he slammed into you from the front.

The obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the empty map as they used you with single-minded, animalistic fervor.

You could only cling to the wall, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the rough stone as they pistoned into you, their glowing cocks plunging in and out of your dripping holes.

Lewd squelching noises filled the air, the sound of your juices dripping down your thighs as they fucked you with ruthless abandon

Through it all, 1x1x1x1 watched with a smug, self-satisfied smirk, his emerald eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

"That's it, my pets," he purred, his voice dripping with disdain and dark delight. "Use my little slut just like the cock-hungry whore she is."

His words sent a bolt of shame and unwilling arousal through you, your body clenching around the pistoning shafts spearing you open.

Tears streamed down your face as you were reduced to nothing more than a set of holes.

Your body trembled and shuddered as the minions pounded into you, their glowing cocks pulsing and throbbing inside your stretched, aching holes.

The pleasure built with each brutal thrust, your clit throbbing and swollen, aching for release.

Their movements grew more erratic, more desperate, their balls drawing up tight as they chased their impending release.

The obscene slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the empty room, mingling with your muffled moans and whimpers.

With a final, brutal thrust, they hilted inside you, their massive cocks pulsing and jerking as they found their release.

Hot, thick ropes of glowing green cum pumped into you, flooding your holes and painting your insides the sickly color.

You could only clench and spasm around them, your own body shaking as a reluctant orgasm crashed through you.

Your pussy and ass clenched and rippled around the shafts buried inside you, milking every last drop of their strange seed (for me they kinda have like , chunky gooey cum , sorry if that's a sort of turn off </3)

As quickly as they had appeared, the minions vanished, leaving you gaping and open, their glowing cum dripping down your thighs.

You slumped against the wall, your body boneless and spent.

But there was no time to recover. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, hauling you up and crushing you against a muscular chest. 1x1x1x1's chest.

His eyes glinted with smug satisfaction as he took in your wrecked, debauched state.

"There now, pet," he purred, his voice a dark, wicked rumble. "Didn't that feel nice? I do so love watching you fall apart on my minions' cocks."

He tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

His thumb brushed over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, smearing the traces of cum and tears across your cheek.

"don't worry , I still have my turn...."

I HOPE YOU ENJOY , I don't what the hell happened with the request but you know </3

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Hellooo hiii!!! Love your fics like, A LOT lol! Been coming back to this blog regularly for the yummy fics. So uh, I got a request!

Can you do Mafiosos x Reader smut whit a mix of fluff? Both reader and mafioso have bunny ears/features. Reader is a white bunny while Mafisos is an black Jack Bunny. Mafisos been rather protective and adores bunny reader. Other details umm is up to you!

Thanks and have a nice day! ( ̳• · • ̳) / づ♡

IM ON A ROLL

ive been writing those for like a solid week , i had to recheck alot of the grammar errors </33

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

WARNING! I will not do smut of DREAM GAME! Mafioso , the creator had spoken about no NSFW about their characters , so if you do request nsfw it will ALWAYS be the mafioso of FORSAKEN!! (Mafioso will be named that way , bc we have no clue if The mafia boss will even be named that way in his redesign in forsaken!!)

IM TRYIGN TO GO THROUGHT THEMQUICK!

TITLE : Quickly

Mafioso stormed the map, his black bunny ears twitching with agitation as he surveyed the scene of chaos.

The screams of the dying and the desperate pleas of the debtors or survivors grated on his nerves.

He had no patience for their nonsense today. His eyes scanned the room until they landed on a familiar figure hunched over an open generator, their fluffy tail swishing behind them.

A possessive grin spread across his face as he stalked towards his beloved bunny.

"Hey, bunny! There you are," Mafioso called out, his deep voice laced with silly affection.

He wrapped his strong arms around you from behind, pulling you flush against his muscular chest. His black bunny ears rubbed against yours as he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your comforting scent.

You startled but quickly melted into Mafioso's embrace, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

"Mafioso, I'm working," you protested lightly, but made no move to pull away. you were used to his sudden displays of affection and lust.

"Can't you see I have more pressing needs?" Mafioso murmured, his hands already working at the fastenings of your pants.

He wanted, no, needed to feel you , to claim you, to remind himself that this beautiful creature belonged to him.

"Can't you wait until the round is over?" you asked, a hint of exasperation and playfulness in your voice even as you arched into Mafioso's touch. you knew it was futile to resist, but you couldn't help teasing your overzealous lover.

Mafioso pouted, his plump bottom lip jutting out as he let out a pitiful bunny noise. "Noooo, I need you now!" he whined dramatically, his ears drooping for effect. "Don't make me wait, baby. I'm so hard for you."

You couldn't help but laugh at the picture Mafioso painted the big, bad mafia boss reduced to a needy, whiny mess, all because of you.

"Alright, alright," you relented with a chuckle, turning in Mafioso's arms to press a quick kiss to their lips. "But be quick about it, okay? I don't want to leave this generator half-finished."

Mafioso's eyes gleamed with triumph and lust as he hastily yanked down your pants, exposing your round, pert ass.

"You got it, baby. I'll make this quick and dirty, just like you like it," he promised with a wicked grin, giving your cheek a firm smack before gripping it possessively.

True to his word, Mafioso wasted no time in freeing his aching cock from the confines of his slacks.

The thick, veiny shaft sprang out, flushed a deep red and already dripping with need.

He lined himself up with your entrance, the swollen head prodding demandingly at your furled hole.

With a swift, powerful thrust of his hips, Mafioso buried himself balls-deep inside his lover's tight heat.

A guttural groan tore from his throat at the exquisite sensation, his eyes nearly rolling back in bliss.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," he gasped, giving you no time to adjust before he started up a brutal pace.

His hips pistoned forward relentlessly, the obscene slap of skin on skin echoing through the generator room as he took his bunny hard and fast.

One hand gripped your hip bruisingly, while the other snaked arent their waist.

"Mmm, that's it, take my cock like the good little bunny you are," Mafioso growled, his voice strained with pleasure. He could feel his orgasm building rapidly, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in his loins.

With a few more erratic, powerful thrusts, Mafioso hilting deep inside you, he found his release.

Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your insides, marking you irrevocably as his. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" he roared, his body shuddering and shaking as he emptied himself inside you.

Spent and satiated, Mafioso collapsed against your back, his softening cock still nestled snugly inside your tight passage.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, cradling them close as he nuzzled into your neck, breathing in your comforting scent.

"There, that's better," he murmured, pressing tender kisses your neck and ear. "I just needed to feel you, to...reaffirm that you're mine, all mine,"

You leaned back into Mafioso's embrace, a soft, content sigh escaping yourlips.

you knew their mafia boss was a man of many appetites, and you were more than happy to indulge him, especially when his desire was so clearly fueled by his deep adoration for you.

"I'm yours, always," you murmured reassuringly, reaching up to stroke Mafioso's cheek tenderly.

Mafioso's eyes fluttered open, a sated, almost dreamy look softening their usual sharp intensity.

He gazed down at his bunny aka you, taking in every detail of your beautiful face, committing it to memory. In that moment,

he knew he would do anything, destroy anyone, to keep this perfect creature safe and by his side.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

ive been writing all week to finish up with requests because ive been lazying around to much </3

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Hi can i please order a Yandere! Cruel King x Reader headcanons, fluff and angst pls?

where the reader came from outside cold and freezing and the kings finds them, at first he did not think much about them, but then he does and shows affection to us and jealousy when we are with someone else?

also, he made the reader at the end fused with ice to bear with the coldness? 😅❄️

YAYS!!

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

i wanted to get a lil crative with things :D

ANYWAYS

YANDERE CONTENT! : angst , possesiveness ,bad ending!

TITLE : you're mine incase in ice

1: His first look at you.

When he first saw you outside in the freezing snow, shivering and weak, he barely gave you a second glance.

Just another fool wandering into his frozen domain. But something made him stop. You looked back at him.

There was a look in your eyes he couldn't place. Not fear. Not defiance. Something soft. Vulnerable. He hated it. He craved it.

He let you stay in the castle. Said it was temporary. Said you were "pitiful." But every day, his gaze lingered longer.

Every moment you smiled at him every time you thanked him he felt something burn cold and sharp beneath his ribs.

He didn’t know it yet, but he was obsessed.

2: How it starts

It started small. You’d speak to another knight, and he’d stand behind you, silent and glowering. His hand resting far too tightly on the hilt of his weapon. The moment they left? His tone was always colder.

“They do not deserve your attention. Don’t waste your voice on worms.”

The jealousy grew into something visceral. He’d send people away when you tried to talk to them.

Dismiss them.

Punish them.

Anyone who looked at you too long got a glare that could freeze blood.

You tried to keep your distance after that.

He noticed. You tried to leave the castle once he noticed that too. He always noticed.

“Why do you run from the one who shelters you?” he asked you one night, voice hushed, eyes narrowed.

“Why do you look at me with fear when I have given you nothing but warmth in this ice-ridden world?”

But you didn’t answer the way he wanted. You never did. You fought him. You tried to escape. You kept flinching when he touched you.

That was the last straw.

3 : Last chance , your end

He cornered you in the hall eyes glowing like frost under moonlight. The air turned sharp. The cold pressed around you like a vice. His dagger gleamed in his hand.

“You were meant to be mine. I offered you comfort. I offered you my kingdom.”

He took your wrist gently almost tenderly and pressed the cold blade against your skin. You couldn’t move. You couldn’t. The frost began to sink into you, slow and consuming.

“If you insist on fearing the cold… then I will make sure it never harms you again.”

The blade shimmered. A chilling pain spread through your veins your body infused with ice. You felt heavy. Tired. Frozen.

And all the while, Cruel King held you close, whispering:

“Now you’ll never leave me. You’ll stay here. Beautiful. Unchanging. Forever.”

You were his, now. A treasure in a cage of frost sealed beneath his touch, where no one else could reach.

And he was finally content.

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

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Hiiiii ^^ I saw that your requests were open and that you also write for blocktales :D (also I saw your mayor thanyiel posts, you are so real for that)

Anyways! I’m starving for griefer content rn so may I ask for a suggestive griefer x reader oneshot? You can make it a full on smut if you want to! :D

If you could include a biting/marking kink in it I will be over the goddamn moon, I hc griefer has a biting kink :3

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!

i made it suggestive :D : so like biting kink + thing job bc y e s

ANYWAYS LIKE

this i like chapter 4 appareance ! like green eyes and fangs :D

ENJOY!!

TITLE : your marks , my pleasure

You were in Griefer's crib , he had invited you a bit ago , after yet another hard fight (trying to fight Mc cool finn) , and also because it was extremely hot.

As you lay on the bed, engrossed in the game playing out on the TV screen, the coolness of the silk sheets beneath you a contrast to the heat building, you suddenly felt a weight settle on top of you.

Startled, you glanced up to see Griefer looming over you, his green eyes glinting with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine.

His lean and leafy body (green torso with leafs) body , has only a grey tank top and black boxers , due to how hot it was.

Griefer's hips began to grind slowly against your thighs, his rigid length leaving a trail of precum on your skin as he used your legs like a makeshift fleshlight.

The sensation of his hot, hard cock sliding between your legs, the rough texture of the barbs on his shaft catching on the fabric of your pants, made your breath hitch in your throat.

His breath was hot and heavy against your ear, his moans growing louder and more urgent with each roll of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Griefer growled, his voice strained with pleasure. His hands slid up your chest, gripping the hem of your shirt and tugging at it impatiently.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft, playful moan escaping your lips as you arched into his touch.

Teasingly, you slid your shirt up and to the side, baring the smooth expanse of your neck to his hungry gaze.

Griefer didn't hesitate, his green fangs sinking into the tender flesh of your throat with a guttural groan.

You gasped at the sudden jolt of pain, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he marked you, claimed you, branded you as his.

The sensation of his fangs piercing your skin, the deep pull of his mouth as he savored your taste, was enough to make your toes curl.

Before you could catch your breath, you felt Griefer shudder above you, his hips jerking forward as he found his release.

Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your stomach and chest, the sheer volume of it a testament to his pent-up desire.

"Shit, fuck, I can't believe you made me cum so fast," Griefer panted, his face flushed a deep, embarrassed red beneath his freckles.

His green eyes met yours, the look in them a mix of awe and disbelief. "You're just so fucking hot, you know that?"

Despite the blush staining his cheeks, there was no denying the hunger in his gaze, the way his eyes roamed over your face and body like he wanted to devour every inch of you..

You could only grin up at him, your own chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Damn that's not even a record," you teased, reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing over the sharp point of his fang.

Griefer's blush deepened at your teasing words, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

"Shut up!!" he pouted, but there was no real heat behind his words. If anything,he just sank fully to your side, rubbing his leafy chest against the side of your head like a nuzzle.

"You're lucky i like you."

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Hi can i please request a Itrapped x You Headcanons, where we work in the casino and chances friend, but he treats us sometimes or in private like a Cat, just like how Chance gets treated like a dog too?🐈🐕

(The freaking fanart of those ichance shippers got to me! Ahhhhh😭, I love that Man fr >\\\\\<)

also please dont mention the other post that i send to you, the same one with the itrapped cuz i want to protect my privacy so pls dont mention it or delete it if you can😣

It's 3 am en , why am I writing...😭

BUT ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Title : your card , my heart

1. He Watches You From Afar First

iTrapped stands leaned against a wall, arms crossed, his one frost-covered hand twitching slightly whenever Chance gets too close to you....

He doesn't say anything, just glares. Every laugh you share with Chance makes his jaw clench tighter.

The frost around his shoulders subtly grows, forming fine snowflakes that melt instantly under the casino’s warm lights.

2. Chance Tries to Spoil You , iTrapped Gets Possessive

Chance is the type to absolutely smother you with affection in public: chips, gifts, drinks, pet names.

iTrapped watches with barely-restrained irritation. He doesn’t care about casino tokens but he cares that Chance is treating you like some pet..

When Chance lightly pets your head and calls you “my little kitten,” iTrapped snaps. He strides over, rips your chair back with a loud screech, and hisses something under his breath so cold the air chills around your drink.

3. He Tries to Keep You to Himself (jealous ass LOL)

He’ll pull you out of the casino entirely, dragging you into a quieter hall or back room, his voice low and stern:

“You think that idiot knows what you like? You belong with me. You always have.”

He’s jealous, and he is NOT scared of showing it.

4. You Call Him Cute and He Doesn’t Know What To Do

When you cup his cold face and tease, “You’re kinda cute when you get all pouty,” his brain short circuits.

His eyes widen like What did you just say to me??

He tries to push you away with a growl, but his cheeks flush subtly, and the frost recedes slightly. He lets you nuzzle his icy arm if it's too hot.

5. He Treats You Like a Cat in Private

Despite being rough and intimidating, iTrapped secretly adores when you crawl into his lap or nuzzle into his neck like a cat.

He’ll hold you possessively, scratching behind your ear gently with his cold clawed hand.

He’ll grumble things like:

“Tch… needy thing. You're just like a damn kitty.. Can’t leave me alone, can you?”

…But then holds you tighter.

6. Cold Jealousy, Warm Affection

When he’s angry at Chance, he’ll become colder literally. His aura freezes the drink in your hand (rip your drink </3) or ices over your chair’s armrest.

But when you cup his face and lean in, reminding him softly that he’s the one you came here for he softens.

He’ll press his forehead to yours, breathing in shaky. Quiet.

Just you and him.

7. When You Kiss Him in the Casino

It shocks him every time. You’re bold. You tilt his chin and plant one on his cold lips, in front of everyone.

He freezes. Literally

ITrapped stares at you in disbelief for a second… and then drags you away with a grunt, flustered.

“You’re going to regret that. I’m not letting you out of my sight now.”

HEHE I HOPE YOU ENJOY , i'ma sleep now POOFS

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on my KNEES for Dusekkar headcannons, pretty please :3 I need that man in my life fr

YAYSSS

THERES NOT ENOUGH OF THIS PUMPKIN </333

I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT!

DUSEKKAR x you

(also small headcanosn , i hc that he is part phoenix HEHEH >:D , because his pumpkin has fire, and so phoenix..)

TITLE : soft glow

Platonic

He noticed how different your aura felt compared to the others. Not better. Not worse. Just… more aligned with his energy.

Sometimes, he watches you read or tinker with something. He doesn't interrupt just sits nearby, creating calm by presence alone.

He’s always willing to explain magical theory to you, even if it’s wildly above your understanding. His voice gets a little more animated when you ask questions.

He keeps giving you random little objects he enchants. He doesn’t say what they do. Half of them are just for fun, like glowing softly when you hum.

He doesn’t laugh often… unless you do something silly. Then, you might hear the softest, most genuine chuckle from behind his scarf.

Especialy with how much he gets jumpscared by two time , man is always on edge..

First Meeting

He ALMOST ignored you. Another survivor. he hoped you weren't going to annoy him with his protection spells

When you looked at him, you didn’t flinch or avoid his gaze. You stared straight through the layers of his calm. That startled him more than he let on.

You tried to thank him for helping you escape a trap or using his speels to help you. He nodded once, then scurries off.

After that, he kept “accidentally” running into you during runs. Always nearby, but never intruding.

You asked his name. He told you softly, like it was a secret no one else deserved.

Getting Along

He starts waiting for you at the starting point of rounds. Never says it aloud, but you know he’s “protecting” you.

He listens when you talk, fully and intently. You start to realize he memorizes everything.

You catch him staring at you more often… not out of suspicion, but out of fascination. Like he’s trying to figure you out.

He lets you touch his spellbook , tea set , something no one else gets near.

You bring him tea once as a joke. He ends up loving it and starts making it himself… just the way you did.

Realizing He Has Feelings

The moment you got injured on a round and laughed it off, he froze. He didn’t understand why his chest ached.

He starts dreaming about you but they’re soft dreams. You laughing, you walking beside him, you resting in his study.

He gets jealous, but he doesn't know how to handle it. If someone else gets too close, he simply goes away and doesn’t return for days.

He tries writing about his emotions in his journal. Half of it is crossed out. He thinks love is illogical, yet he keeps writing your name.

He’s afraid of ruining what you have so he says nothing. But his silences grow heavier.

How He Confesses

It happens after a particularly close call. You saved him for once and that tipped the scales.

He appears at your bedroom door later that night, awkward, holding a glowing feather (one he plucked from his own tail.)

He doesn’t speak right away. He sits beside you and holds the feather out, whispering: “This… is yours. it's..something I’ve kept. From the day I first realized I couldn’t bear to see you harmed.”

He says: “I wish to be by your side. If you’ll have me. Not as a protector. As a man. As… me.”

He watches you closely gently, almost nervously for your reaction.

Romantic

He hasn't been with many partners ,so he is kinda awkward at first.

When you kiss him, he’s so still, like he’s afraid it’ll vanish. But his hands slowly goes up when he touches your cheek for the first time.

He crafts a room just for you in his sanctum. Full of candles, pillows, runes that react to your presence with warm light.

He reads to you in old languages, his voice so calm it feels like music. Sometimes, he falls asleep with you, arms carefully coiled around you.

When you’re gone too long, he gets anxious not possessive, just… worried. He tries to search around the hide out for you.

He never stops calling you “my star,” “my dove,” or “my light.”

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

HEHEH

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Hi hi! Can we are be blessed with guest1337 smut 🙏🙏

I love that buff hairy man with trauma so much it’s actually insane…

To be more specific, I’m really into dads…

I feel like 1337 would be both a really soft and respectful partner in bed but would definitely go rough if you asked, I love him so much

HIHIIII SOZ FOR BEING SO LONG BUT LETS GOOOO

one soft ONESHOT coming right up >:3

YAYSSSS

Title : soft touches

Your heart fluttered with anticipation as you lay on the bed, draped in a transparent sheet that clung to your curves like a second skin.

The thin fabric left little to the imagination, the light through the windows outlining every dip and swell of your body.

You had been waiting for what felt like an eternity for Guest 1337 to return, you almost fell asleep but then...

The sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs sent a thrill through you, and you sat up slightly,

Guest 1337 appeared in the doorway, his tall, muscular frame filling the space.

He looked weary, the lines of his face more pronounced, his shoulders carrying the weight of the récent rounds

As he approached the bed, Guest 1337's eyes widened, his gaze raking over your form appreciatively.

A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face, his eyes softening with a warmth that made your heart skip a beat.

"God... you look so pretty," Guest 1337 murmured, his deep, gravelly voice sending a shiver down your spine.

He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing against your cheek, tracing the delicate line of your jaw. "I'm so lucky... to have you waiting for me like this."

You leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment as you savored the feel of his skin against yours.

Guest 1337 leaned down, his lips finding yours in a tender, loving kiss. You kissed him back, pouring all of your longing and desire into the embrace.

Guest 1337's arms wrapped around you, pulling you flush against his strong chest.

He lowered you both down onto the bed, his larger frame blanketing yours as he deepened the kiss.

His tongue delved into your mouth, tasting you whole.

You could feel the weight of his exhaustion in the way he held you, the way his kisses turned softer.

He worshipped your mouth with his own, his hands roaming over your body.

Eventually, he broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he gazed down at you.

With a gentle pushWith a gentle push, Guest 1337 settled back against the pillows, his broad shoulders sinking into the mattress.

You took the opportunity to sit up, the sheer sheet slipping off your body to pool around your waist.

Leaning over him, you pressed a trail of soft kisses along his jaw, down the column of his throat, feeling the rasp of his stubble against your lips.

Your fingers found the waistband of his pants, and with a mischievous glint in your eye, you slowly undid them.

Guest 1337 lifted his hips, allowing you to tug his pants down his long, muscular legs, you tossed them carelessly to the floor, leaving him bare before you.

Awestruck, you took in the sight of his manhood, already hard and straining, the thick length of him throbbing with need.

Unable to resist, you leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to the tip, your tongue darting out to taste the bead of moisture gathering there

Guest 1337 groaned, his hand coming up to tangle in your hair as you lavished attention on his cock.

But you had other ideas, other desires you wanted to fulfill. Straightening up, you swung a leg over his hips, straddling him on the bed.

His eyes darkened with lust as you settled yourself in his lap, his thick length nestling between your thighs.

Slowly, teasingly, you began to roll your hips, your soft flesh gliding along his hard, hot cock.

Guest 1337's breath hitched, his grip on your hips tightening as the pleasure built.

"fuck..babe.. , I'm close.."

You set a steady rhythm, your thighs squeezing and massaging his aching length as you moved.

Guest 1337's head fell back against the pillows, his mouth falling open in a silent cry of ecstasy.

His hips bucked up to meet yours, seeking more of that delicious friction.

You could feel his climax building, his cock throbbing and pulsing between your thighs.

His body tensed, muscles coiled tight as a bowstring as he teetered on the brink of release.

With a hoarse cry of your name, Guest 1337's orgasm crashed over him, his cock pulsing and jerking as he spilled his seed.

You felt the hot, sticky evidence of his climax soaking on your naked thighs, marking you, claiming you as his.

In the aftermath, Guest 1337 pulled you down into a tender embrace, his strong arms wrapping around you like a safe haven.

You melted against his chest, your body molding perfectly to his as you both caught your breath.

His heartbeat gradually slowed beneath your cheek, a steady, soothing rhythm that lulled you into a sense of deep contentment.

"Mmm... that was incredible," Guest 1337 murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his fingers stroking through your hair with a gentleness that made your heart flutter.

"You're amazing, you know that? The way you take care of me, the way you make me feel... I don't deserve it, but I'm so grateful for you."

HEHE I HOPE U ENJOYED!!

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SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY <33

HELLOOO sorry for being a lil absent

just work and alot of projects atm so its very difficult to not immediatly head to bed after everything -n-''

but its beginning to clear up , and i should be able to post bit by bits again

ty for ur patience!!

LOVE U GUYS!!

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Hiii! Second time that I am requesting something from you, but if I can… Could I request for;

Azuretime x reader smut?

I’d like it if it was related to soft smut, considering how, most of us readers, would probably have tears in our eyes from what is happening…

So soft smut with azuretime x reader…? 🙏

Of course if you can’t and won’t do two characters x reader, then you can choose one of them x reader soft smut! No pressure there! 🫶

Please do remember to drink and eat well! Take breaks whenever you want, and need them! We all love your writing! 🫶

— A certified hibernating bear. 🐻💤

HEHEHEHE

SO FIRST OF ALL

REQUESTS ARE DONE!

DATE OPENED ! : 27/05

DO NOT FORGET TO SEE MY PINNED POST FIRST!!

COME REQUESTS IF YOU CAN!! <33

ANYWAYS HEHEH SOFT SMUT MY BELOVED

TITLE : your touch after dark

Your body ached, every muscle screaming from the abuse it had taken today.

The wounds from your altercation with 1x1x1x1 throbbed in time with your racing heartbeat, a cruel reminder of the day's horrors.

But the pain paled in comparison to the emotional turmoil churning inside of you, the sheer exhaustion and despair that threatened to drown you.

You had stumbled into the hideout on autopilot, your mind numb and your limbs heavy with fatigue.

The last thing you remembered before collapsing onto the bed was the sight of Azure and Two Time tending to the nightshade plant the three of you had nurtured.

It seemed so trivial now, so insignificant in the face of the day's atrocities.

As you lay there, your chest heaving with sobs, Azure and Two Time were by your side in an instant.

Azure's cool hand on your burning cheek, Two Time's strong arm around your shaking shoulders their presence was a comforting balm to your battered soul.

"Shh, it's okay," Azure cooed softly, their voice a soothing murmur in your ear. "You're safe now. You're with us."

Two Time tightened their grip around you, their voice a low rumble against your ear. "Tell us what happened, love. Let it all out."

The words tumbled out of you in a flood, a jumbled mess of pain and anguish.

You told them of the brutal beating you had taken, of the coolkidd's throwned bricks, and the sheer misery that had consumed you.

You poured out your heart, your tears soaking the pillow beneath you.

Two Time listened intently, their brow furrowed in concern.

When you had finished, they pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, their voice low and soothing. "I think a massage would do you good right about now," they murmured. "Just relax and let us take care of it, alright?"

Azure's hands were already working at the fastenings of your clothes, their fingers deft and careful as they peeled away the layers of fabric.

Each brush of their skin against yours sent a shiver through you, a spark of pleasure amidst the all-encompassing pain.

You felt Two Time move away for a moment, the sound of a drawer opening and closing, a bottle being uncapped.

Then they were back, the smooth glide of lot ,their hands worked in tandem, Azure's lips trailing soft kisses along your neck and shoulders as Two Time's fingers sank into the tense muscles of your back.

The cool lotion they had applied began to warm your skin, the scent of lavender and chamomile filling the air as Two Time's hands kneaded and stroked.

You couldn't help but moan softly, your body melting under their tender ministrations.

Azure's kisses turned more insistent, their teeth grazing your collarbone before their mouth found yours in a deep, sensual kiss.

You kissed them back with equal fervor, pouring all of your pent-up emotions into the embrace.

As Two Time's hands slid lower, their fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your pants, you gasped into Azure's mouth.

Two Time's touch was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure racing through your veins as their fingertips brushed against your most intimate places.

Azure seemed to sense your growing arousal, their kisses turning more heated, more demanding.

They rolled their hips against yours, letting you feel their own excitement building , Two Time's hand cupped your ass, their fingers teasing along your crack, brushing maddeningly close to your hole.

You were lost in a haze of sensation, your body singing with pleasure for the first time all day. Azure's lips trailed down your chest, their tongue flicking out to circle a nipple before drawing it into their mouth.

All the while, Two Time's fingers crept lower, one digit circling your fluttering rim before slowly, teasingly pushing inside.

Your moans grew louder, more wanton, as Two Time began to massage your inner walls.

Azure's hand slid down your stomach, their fingers gently rubbing your stomach , the thrusts of Two Time's fingers. You were drowning in a sea of pleasure, your body trembling with need.

Azure captured your mouth again, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as Two Time added a second finger, then a third.

They pumped in and out of you, curling and scissoring, stroking that special spot inside that made your vision go white.

You could feel your release building, your balls drawing up tight as the pleasure mounted.

Azure and Two Time seemed to sense your impending climax, their touches turning more urgent, more insistent , Azure's lips crashed against yours in a bruising kiss asYour body tensed, every muscle pulling taut as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave.

You cried out, your voice raw and ragged as you came undone in Azure's and Two Time's arms.

Azure and Two Time held you close, their arms wrapped around you like a safe haven as you shuddered and gasped through the aftershocks.

Soft kisses rained down upon your face, your neck, your shoulders gentle touches that soothed your raw, over-sensitive skin.

As the last waves of your release faded, you collapsed back against the bed, tired as hell.

Azure and Two Time cuddled around you, their bodies molding to yours in a perfect, comforting fit ,you could feel their heartbeats, slow and steady, a soothing rhythm that lulled you into a sense of calm.

The three of you lay entwined, your limbs tangled together as you caught your breath. Soft, breathless giggles escaped your lips, a stark contrast to the anguished sobs from before.

Azure and Two Time joined in, their laughter warm and melodic, filling the room with a sense of joy and contentment.

In that moment, cocooned in the love and affection of your two partners, you felt a sense of peace wash over you.

The horrors of the day receded, replaced by the warmth of Azure's body pressed against your back and Two Time's chest against your front. You were safe, you were loved, and for now, that was enough.

Your eyes fluttered closed, a sense of deep peace settling over you. You knew you would have to face the realities of tomorrow eventually, but for tonight, you had Azure and Two Time.

Tonight, you could let go, could rest and heal in the comfort of their embrace.

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HI HIII COULD I MAYBE REQUEST SOME 007N7 SMUT.,..,, hes just such a sad dad omg i need him 💔 urghhhhh i see him as really touch starved,, since no one spent time w/ him (aside from his kid but yk wgat i mean💔)

i spent all day writting , MMMMMMMMMMMM MY HANDS HURT

i swear i heard my BONES CRACKED

writing on that suck ass pc on work was hell-

i swear , even a win 98 works better AND I AM NOT EXAGERATING

ANYWAYS

ENJOY!

TITLE : punishment pathetic

You sat back in your chair, one foot casually propped up on the armrest as you gazed down at the pathetic figure kneeling before you.

007n7, the once renowned hacker, now reduced to a desperate, touch-starved mess, his body soft and doughy from years of sedentary indulgence.

The sight of him, flushed and panting, rutting his cloth-covered erection against your shoe with wanton abandon, was almost comical. Almost.

You could feel the heat of his desperate arousal even through the fabric of your sock, his hips rolling and grinding, seeking any semblance of friction to alleviate the ache between his legs ,It was a pitiful display, really, but not entirely unpleasant.

There was something to be said for having such power over someone, for reducing them to a needy, begging wreck with just a mere touch.

Your gaze drifted over 007n7's form, taking in the way his shirt strained over his soft middle, the way his pants rode up to accommodate his doughy thighs.

He was a far cry from the lean, mean hacking machine he used to be, but you couldn't deny there was a certain charm to his current state.

A certain vulnerability that stirred something deep within you, some primal urge to dominate, to conquer.

You flicked your attention to the floating interface hovering before 007n7, the black dildo with its garish red outlines from his COOLGUI plunging in and out of his greedy hole with maddeningly slow strokes.

The sight sent a thrill through you, a dark satisfaction knowing that he was so desperate for stimulation that he would resort to spawning virtual sex toys just to get off. It was utterly pathetic,

"Look at you, 007n7," you murmured, your voice a low, almost mocking rumble as you gazed down at him. "Desperate for any scrap of touch. It's almost sad, really."

007n7 whimpered at your words, his hips stuttering in their rhythm as he gazed up at you with tear-filled eyes.

"Please..." he gasped out, his voice high and thready with need. "Please, I need more. I need you to touch me, to feel your hands on my skin."

You smirked at 007n7's desperate plea, feeling a surge of power at the way he was completely at your mercy.

"More?" you repeated, arching an eyebrow as you regarded him coolly. "And what makes you think you deserve more, you pathetic worm?"

To punctuate your point, you pressed down harder with your foot, grinding your heel against the straining bulge in 007n7's pants. The hacker let out a choked moan, his back arching and his hips bucking wildly as he sought to relieve the intense pressure.

You could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing beneath your shoe, the heat of him searing even through the leather.

"Please," 007n7 gasped out, his face flushed a deep, mottled red. "Please, I'll do anything. I'll be so good for you, I swear."

His voice was high and reedy, the desperation in it palpable. "Just please, touch me more. I'm going crazy here."

You tsked, shaking your head slowly as you continued to grind your heel against his aching cock.

"Crazy with lust, you mean," you corrected, a wicked grin playing at the corners of your mouth. "Tell me, 007n7, how badly do you want it? How much are you willing to debase yourself for a scrap of pleasure?"

As you spoke, you reached out and tapped a command into the floating interface, increasing the speed of the virtual dildo plundering 007n7's greedy hole.

The black shaft began to piston in and out of him with brutal efficiency, the red outlines blurring as it fucked him with a force that made his entire body jolt with each thrust.

007n7 let out a high, keening wail, his mouth falling open in a perfect O of ecstasy as the toy abused his needy ass.

His fingers scrabbled at his soft belly, tugging at the fabric of his shirt as he writhed and bucked beneath your touch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he chanted, his voice rising in pitch with each word. "More, more, more..."

You chuckled darkly, a rumble of sound that vibrated through your chest. "Listen to you, begging for it like a bitch in heat,"

You smirked down at 007n7, relishing the power you held over him in that moment. "Since you asked so nicely," you purred, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

Slowly, teasingly, you dragged your foot up the length of 007n7's cloth-covered cock, feeling it twitch and jump beneath your touch. "I suppose I can grant your little wish."

With a sudden, sharp movement, you hooked your foot under 007n7's chin and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at you with tear-filled, desperate eyes.

Your other hand came down to grip his soft throat, squeezing just hard enough to make his breath hitch in his throat.

"Beg for it, 007n7," you growled, your face mere inches from his. "Beg for me to let you cum."

Your words hung in the air between you, a dark command that sent a shiver of fear and anticipation down 007n7's spine.

He could feel the heat of your breath on his face, the weight of your grip around his throat, and it only served to inflame the desperation burning in his veins.

"Please," 007n7 choked out, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to draw breath beneath your crushing grip. "Please, let me cum. I'm begging you, please let me cum."

His hips jerked and spasmed, grinding his aching erection against your foot with wild abandon as he pleaded for his release.

"Beg louder," you demanded, your voice a low, threatening rumble. You tightened your grip around his throat, squeezing until you could see the tendons bulging beneath the soft flesh, could feel his pulse fluttering wildly against your palm.

"I want to hear how badly you need it, you pathetic worm."

007n7 let out a strangled cry, his eyes rolling back in his head as he bucked and writhed beneath you.

"Please, please, please," he screamed, his voice cracking and breaking as he strained against your hold. "I need it so fucking badly. I'm begging you, please let me cum. I'll do anything, ANYTHING, just please let me cum!"

You could feel the desperation radiating off of him in waves, could see it in the wild, almost manic gleam in his eyes as he gazed up at you.

It was a heady feeling, having such power over someone, such complete and utter control. You reveled in it, drank it in like the finest ambrosia.

"Since you asked so nicely," you murmured, a wicked grin spreading across your face. Slowly, deliberately, you released your grip on his throat, watching as he gasped and sputtered, drawing in great, heaving breaths.

At the same time, you ground your heel down HARD against the straining bulge in his pants, putting pressure on his aching, desperate cock.

"Cum for me, 007n7," you commanded, your voice a dark, seductive purr. "Cum all over my shoe like the pathetic little slut you are."

Your cruel command sent 007n7 careening over the edge, his body convulsing violently as he came with a high, keening wail.

His cock jerked and spasmed against your shoe, soaking through the fabric as he painted it with thick ropes of his release.

The sensation of his hot, sticky seed seeping through the leather only served to fuel your dark satisfaction, your grin widening into a triumphant smirk.

You watched with sadistic amusement as 007n7 rode out the waves of his intense climax, his hips jerking and shuddering with each pulse of pleasure that crashed through him.

His face was a mask of ecstasy and agony, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks as he gasped and panted, utterly lost in the throes of his much-needed release.

As the last shuddering aftershocks faded, 007n7 collapsed heavily against the floor, his soft body going boneless and pliant.

He lay there, trembling and mewling softly, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath.

The virtual dildo continued to pump in and out of his sensitive, well-used hole, the obscene wet sounds of it fucking his sloppy, cum-filled ass echoing through the room.

You gazed down at 007n7's wrecked form, a sense of dark satisfaction coursing through you at the sight of him so thoroughly debased and broken.

You could feel the lingering heat of his release seeping through your shoe, the sticky, cooling seed a testament to the intensity of his climax.

Leaning down, you hooked your fingers under 007n7's chin, dragging him up to look at you with glazed, unfocused eyes.

"Look at you," you taunted, your voice a low, mocking rumble. "Such a pretty picture, covered in your own spunk and panting like a bitch in heat. I think we've established just how badly you need to be touched, how desperate you are for a scrap of pleasure."

You released your grip on his chin, letting his head fall back against the floor with a dull thud. At the same time, you dragged your foot away from his cock , looking at how exhausted he was now.

007n7 looks up at you , a shaky pleasured smile on his face , how did he even deserve you.., sp pathetic for your touch.

HEHE I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

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hi! first time ever requesting so i hope i'm doing this right, could i pls pls pls pls ask for a telamon x reader smut oneshot?

where reader is just a guy(tm) working at a fast food place(maybe a kfc-like place for the fun of the chicken) and doesn't really do or is anything special but for some reason the telamon has become really infatuated with reader and has ended up falling head over heels? like the vibe is telamon is all over the reader in the "giant all powerful god sees mortal and goes 'aww you're my mortal now, we're having soft tacos later'"

would be lovely if tela has ear wings and four back wings

thank you so much!!

HEEHEHHE

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

i tried to come up with my own ass restaurant name but i prob sucked

TM! male , user!

ANYWAYS ENJOY

TITLE : the back

Today was just another ordinary day at the Colonel's Chicken Joint for you, the drone of the fluorescent lights and the sizzle of the fryers a constant backdrop to your mundane existence.

You stood behind the counter, your uniform crisp and starched, a name tag pinned to your chest that read 'Y/n'. It was a simple name, a simple job, a simple life.

Nothing special, really. Just another cog in the machine, another face behind the register, taking orders and handing out change.

Until today.

The bell above the door jingled, and in walked a figure that seemed to dwarf the small fast food restaurant.

Telamon, the egocentric god, strode in like he owned the place, his chiseled features and imposing presence commanding attention.

He was clad in a coat that looked like it cost more than your monthly salary, his bcrown hair fluffed back and his eyes glinting with a predatory light as they landed on you.

You had noticed Telamon before, of course. It was hard not to notice a god among mortals.

But you never expected him to single you out, to focus that intense gaze on you. Until now.

Telamon approached the counter, a smirk playing on his full lips as he stopped in front of you.

He leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the counter, his eyes never leaving yours. "Y/n..," he purred, your name rolling off his tongue like a sinful prayer. "I think it's time we had a little... discussion."

Before you could respond, Telamon straightened up, grabbing a tray and starting to pile it high with chicken wings. a bucket full of it, just like he always got.

He piled them high, not even glancing at the prices, secure in the knowledge that he could have whatever he wanted.

As he was about to pay, Telamon leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.

"I have a proposition for you," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "I'll pay for my meal, but not with money. I want to suck your cock. Right here, in the back of the restaurant. Think you can handle that, y/n?"

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you stared up at the towering god.

It was a bold offer, a tempting proposition.

And in that moment, you knew you couldn't refuse.

You nodded slowly, a blush creeping up your neck as you glanced around to make sure no one was watching.

The coast was clear, the other employees either in the kitchen or serving other customers seizing your chance, you grabbed the tray of wings and jerked your head towards the back, a silent invitation.

Telamon's smirk widened into a wicked grin, his eyes flashing with triumph and lust.

He followed you, his long strides eating up the distance between them and the back room in seconds.

As soon as you were both inside, the door clicking shut behind them, Telamon grabbed you and pushed you up against the wall, his body pinning yours.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this," Telamon growled, his voice rough with desire as he claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss.

His tongue pushed past your lips, invading, conquering, exploring every inch of your mouth with bold strokes you could only moan into the kiss, your hands fisting in the lapels of his robe as he plundered your mouth.

Telamon's hands roamed your body, groping and squeezing, tugging at your uniform until he grew impatient and simply ripped it open, sending buttons flying across the room.

He ducked his head to lave his tongue over the newly exposed skin, suckling and nipping at the sensitive flesh of your neck and collarbone.

"Fuck, you taste even better than you look," Telamon panted against your skin, his breath hot and heavy with arousal.

"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, y/n. No one else will ever make you feel as good as I do."

He dropped to his knees, his fingers deftly unbuckling your belt and shoving your pants and underwear down to pool around your ankles.

Your cock sprang free, already hard and leaking, the head flushed a dark, angry red. Telamon licked his lips as he gazed up at you, his eyes filled with hunger and desire.

"Such a pretty cock," he purred, wrapping a hand around your shaft and squeezing gently. "I can't wait to taste it, to feel it throbbing deep inside my mouth."

With that, he leaned forward and took you into his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely around your girth as he swallowed you down to the root.

You cried out, your head slamming back against the wall as Telamon's tongue swirled around the sensitive head of your cock, lapping at the leaking slit, savoring the taste of your pre-cum like it was the finest ambrosia.

He bobbed his head, taking you in deep and then pulling back, his lips tight around your shaft as he set a steady, ruthless pace.

The wet heat of his mouth was exquisite, the skilled way he worked your cock driving you closer to the edge with every passing second.

You tangled your fingers in Telamon's dark hair, fisting the silky strands and guiding his movements as he sucked you off with single-minded determination.

Obscene slurping noises filled the small back room, the sound of the god's mouth working feverishly over your cock echoing off the stainless steel shelves and concrete walls.

You could feel your release building, your balls drawing up tight as the pleasure mounted, threatening to overwhelm you "Don't hold back,"

Telamon commanded, glancing up at you with lust-darkened eyes as he continued to work your cock with skillful sucks and licks. "I want to taste your cum, y/n. I want you to fill my mouth with it, to mark me as yours."

His filthy words pushed you over the edge, and with a hoarse cry of his name, you came hard into the god's eager mouth.

Telamon moaned around your spurting cock, swallowing every drop of your release as he milked you for all you were worth.

He didn't stop until he had wrung out the last shuddering spasm, until your spent shaft slipped from his lips with a obscenely wet pop.

Rising to his feet, Telamon licked his lips, savoring the lingering taste of your release.

He looked utterly debauched, his hair tousled from your grip, his suit jacket askew, and a satisfied smirk on his handsome face. "Delicious," he purred, his voice a low, rumbling growl. "Even better than I imagined."

He grabbed the tray of chicken wings, now slightly cooled and no longer the main focus of his hunger.

Taking a wing in his hand, he took a large bite, the crispy skin and juicy meat a mere afterthought compared to the feast he had just enjoyed. "Mm, perfect," he mumbled around a mouthful, his eyes never leaving yours.

Telamon finished the rest of the wings with quick efficiency, tossing the bones onto the tray once he had stripped each one bare.

He discarded the empty tray into the nearby trash can, already forgotten. His attention remained solely on you, his gaze heavy with promise and dark intent.

"Until next time, y/n," Telamon said, his voice a low, seductive murmur as he leaned in close, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Same time tomorrow? I'll be waiting for my next... meal."

gluttonous being

so greedy

HEH I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

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For whoever that send the yan azuretime x Yan reader THANK YOUUUUUUUUU I LOVE YOUUUUU

Also for req can we have maybe headcannons or one shot after they all got forsakened. Messed up polycule in hell what would probably go wrong.

(also did you you know that the Evil one that possessed Azure is the spectre through his hat? Use this info for what you will cause ik these guy will not let that slide)

TIME TO COOK :sparkles (i dont have emojis...)

ANYWYAS I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! <3<3333

I HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

i made the hat talked for funsies <3

EHHEHHEE

TITLE : finding ourselfves again

the sky split open above you, dragging your body through the void and slamming you into a twisted, unfamiliar map.

A haze of red mist clung to the ground, distorting the surroundings rusted structures, broken ritual sigils, and distant, echoing screams.

You felt your heart race not from fear, no, but from excitement. This was new. This was chaos.

Somewhere far off, a bell chimed. The killer had spawned.

You didn’t know it yet, but it was Azure.

Two Time’s boots skidded across the cracked terrain as they stumbled into existence with a sharp gasp.

Their purple eyes scanned everything with a wild intensity. “Where are they?” they hissed, voice laced with impatience and something violent. “Where’s my sweet little thing...?”

And then they saw you.

Relief washed over their face, followed swiftly by something much darker.

They marched toward you without hesitation, arms open, pulling you in with a possessive grip.

“Oh no, no, no. Look at you just dropped in the middle of a map with strangers everywhere... Do you know how dangerous that is?”

tone was sweet, sing-song, but their eyes flicked over every shadow with a simmering rage.

“There are others here. Survivors. People who don’t know you like I do. People who’ll try to touch what’s mine.”

Their fingers tightened around you. “We’re finding him. Now.”

It didn’t take long. Just as Two Time pulled you into a dim hiding spot near the corrupted altar, something surged from the shadows.

A blur of dark coat, writhing tentacles and eyes glowing from beneath a tattered hat with sharp purple eyes and a jagged maw.

Azure.

His steps were slow, but the fury in his gaze was unmistakable. His hat snarled, voice dripping venom: “You’re wasting time. They should be with you, not them. Let’s kill and go.”

But Azure didn’t answer the hat.

Instead, his hand snapped up, yanking it off with a firm tug. “Shut up,” he growled.

The hat squealed as the tip of it was pulled down. His sharp gaze pinned Two Time.

“You kept them from me,” he hissed. “You hid them.”

Two Time’s smirk returned, taunting and sly. “Of course I did. I know how needy you get when we’re all together. Can’t risk you stealing kisses before I get mine.”

“Oh? And what were you doing? Smothering them like a leash?” Azure’s voice curled low, bitter. “They belong to both of us.”

Two Time didn’t argue.

They just pulled you tighter, nearly burying your face in their shoulder.

“I’m not letting anyone take them,” they whispered, voice trembling beneath the calm mask. “Not the survivors. Not the killers. Not even you.”

Azure’s eyes narrowed but instead of lunging, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around both of you.

“You think I’ll let them have a piece of what’s mine?” His tentacles slid around your waist, around Two Time’s back, pulling you both in with trembling fury. “No. Never.”

The tension broke not in a fight, but in an embrace.

All three of you tangled together on the ground, limbs overlapping, hearts thundering.

You felt Two Time’s cheek press against yours, soft breaths brushing your skin. “We’ll keep you safe,” they muttered. “Even if it means burning the map to ash.”

Azure leaned in closer, resting his forehead against yours, voice dropping to a low, shaking whisper.

“We’ll kill them all. Every last one. No one gets to look at you.”

The cursed hat groaned weakly from the side. “You’re wasting time…”

But neither of them responded.

Not anymore.

Because as your three bodies pressed tightly together, entwined with love and madness, the rest of the round didn’t matter.

The chaos offaded into silence. There were no survivors. No threats. No enemies.

Just obsession.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

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can i rq a fluff shedletsky x reader fic pls.. i hc he has wings so i think a wing preening fic would be cute. it'd be kinda like washing someones hair in terms of intimacy imo

HEHEH TIME FOR THIS

i dont knwo what ot say im tired so like

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT <33

TITLE : neglect

The room was quiet save for the small, muffled sounds coming from the bed.

The kind of sounds that made your chest ache.

Shedletsky lay curled up on his side, his form trembling beneath the blankets.

His wings, normally full of ruffled mischief and sarcastic confidence, now looked… broken. Not in the literal sense, but in the way a neglected thing sags.

Feathers bent the wrong way, some fallen onto the sheets. The soft down at the base was matted, frayed.

His shoulders were hunched, wings twitching with pain.

You had tried to help him for weeks now.

Told him. Begged him. Warned him. But every time, he waved you off with a forced grin and a dismissive shrug.

"I'm fine."

But he wasn’t. And now he was crying.

Small, barely-there sobs as his body trembled like a wilted bird in a storm.

“…It hurts,” he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I didn’t think it would get this bad…”

You sat beside him on the bed, hand hovering carefully near his wings. He didn’t resist. He didn’t even look up.

“I was just gonna fix it later. You kept telling me and I didn’t listen…”

You slowly reached out. His body tensed for a heartbeat—then stilled under your fingers.

“…Sorry,” he mumbled, breath catching again. “I should’ve let you help earlier… I didn’t want to be—weak.”

As your fingers began to move through the worst of the damage, his breath hitched.

Then a shuddering sigh escaped him, followed by a shaky exhale as your hands worked gently through the tangled down and bent feathers.

“God… that feels… better than I thought it would…”

You were slow, careful not to pull too hard.

Every little movement seemed to draw him deeper into stillness, the pain unwinding from his muscles as you smoothed and preened the mess he’d let fester.

“I didn’t mean to ignore it. I just” His voice cracked again. “I thought if I said I was fine enough, it’d stop hurting.”

Your touch traveled along the arch of his wings, easing the twisted spots and plucking away the loose feathers that had been tugging at the skin.

He shivered but not in pain this time. Relief was creeping in. Soothing. Anchoring him.

“You’re too good to me,” he whispered, head sinking deeper into the pillow. “Even when I’m stubborn. Even when I snap.”

You continued, your hands gentle as water over stone. The feathers slowly aligned under your touch. You didn’t say a word but you didn’t need to.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice small, like it was meant for the darkness and not for you. “You do this for me, even after I pushed you away…”

One of your hands brushed along a particularly sensitive spot near the base of his wing, and he let out the smallest, most vulnerable sound a soft, broken coo that cracked your heart in two.

He leaned into your touch without thinking, burying his face into the pillow as you worked.

There was no teasing in him tonight. No sarcasm. No witty remarks. Just a quiet, aching version of Shedletsky you rarely saw. One who let the walls drop.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured again, barely audible now. “I didn’t want you to see me like this…”

His voice trailed off as your hands moved slower, now focused on the softest, most tender parts of his wings.

You felt him begin to breathe easier. The trembling eased. His body relaxed truly relaxed for the first time in what felt like days.

“…Don’t stop,” he breathed. “Please…”

You didn’t.

His voice was softer now. Barely there. “…Feels safe when it’s you. Even when I’m a mess.”

Another feather slipped loose under your fingers. He didn’t even flinch.

“I’ll let you help sooner next time. I promise.”

Your hands never left his wings.

Even when he fell quiet, even when the sobs faded and his breathing evened out, even when he shifted just enough to press into your side like a child curling closer to warmth.

“…You always fix me,” he mumbled at last, voice muffled into the pillow.

And then he went still. Heavy with sleep. Safe in your presence.

You didn’t stop preening not until his wings were back to the way they should be.

And even after that… you stayed. Right there beside him.

Because you always would.

HHEHEE

i like silly small angst that goes to fluff <3

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Guest 1337 x reader that sounds like daisy? (Still gn) Like everytime reader calls his name, he thinks it's his wife but it's just them. Headcanons and one shot

HEHEH I AM HERE TO FEED YOU GUYS!

its 1 am..

IVE BEEN ON THIS FOR LIKE AN HOUR STRAIGHT GOODAMN

ENJOY THE FOOD!!

TITLE : your name

The rhythmic sound of fists hitting canvas echoed through the dim-lit room.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Guest 1337's knuckles ached with every punch, but he didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop. Sweat dripped down his temples, soaked through the collar of his black tank top.

Every strike was a memory he couldn’t erase. Every breath was a name he couldn’t forget.

Daisy.

His chest tightened. He threw another punch harder this time. The bag jerked wildly on the chain.

Then it happened.

"Guest?"

The voice drifted in from downstairs. Soft. Familiar. Too familiar.

He froze. Eyes wide. The ache in his fists suddenly dulled.

That voice.

No no, it couldn’t be. He’d stopped dreaming years ago. Stopped hoping. Forsakened. he was ripped out of life, of home, of her.

But the way you called him it wasn’t just similar. It was her. Same softness. Same rhythm. Same warmth laced in his name like a thread pulling at his soul.

He didn’t even realize his feet were moving.

Down the stairs, his breath caught with every step. And there you were.

Standing in the kitchen, back turned to him, stirring something on the stove.

The scent of something warm and homey filled the space. For a moment, his heart stopped. Just like it used to be.

You moved like her. You even stood like her. For half a second, he thought God, please…

He stepped closer. Quiet. Careful.

His arms wrapped around your waist before he could even think. His head dipped, resting gently on your shoulder.

You flinched, surprised but didn’t pull away.

He didn’t say a word at first. He just held you, letting the ache flood him, letting it all crash into his chest like a wave too long held back.

“…You sound like her,” he finally whispered, voice rough, almost broken.

“Every time you call my name, it’s like I’m back in the old kitchen again. She’d do the same thing just like this. Making something warm for the both of us. Humming…”

His grip tightened, but not in desperation. Just something steady. Needing to anchor himself.

“I used to come home after long shifts, and she’d have dinner ready. She always knew when I needed the silence… and when I needed to be pulled out of it. Just like now.”

He let out a quiet exhale.

“I know you’re not her. I know she’s gone. I know. But sometimes—when you say my name like that I forget. Just for a second. And it doesn’t hurt.”

He stayed like that for a long moment. Breathing in the scent of food, of comfort. Of something that almost felt like peace.

“Thanks… for letting me pretend. Even if just for a little while.”

And as you kept cooking, letting him hold on, Guest 1337 stood there behind you, grounded again in a world that had tried so hard to hollow him out.

Maybe you weren’t Daisy. But in your presence, he remembered love.

And that was enough.

HEHEH

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

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YANDERE! MAYOR THANIYEL X YOU

HHEHE

YANDERE OLD MAN BC I CAN

random headcanons because i can and i liek that old man

ANYWAYS

SLIGHT WARNIGN: possesiveness, cannibalism , slight nsfw

TITLE :marks on you

If someone in town is too close to you

His smile never drops in public. Ever. But the moment someone gets too friendly with you, you might feel a strange chill down your spine.

“Oh? You were speaking with the blacksmith for quite some time, weren’t you? How charming… Do be careful, dear. Some people don’t have the best intentions.”

He watches. Always. You might not see him, but someone is always watching from the shadows—eyes glowing faintly red.

That person who kept touching your shoulder? They’re not going to be around much longer.

Marks (his snake instincts to mark you)

Thaniyel is obsessed with marking you. It’s instinctual, primal.

Bite marks along your neck and shoulders are his favorite. He calls them "love tokens." They pulse faintly red sometimes glowing when he’s nearby.

“Ah… look at that. A perfect mark… right where everyone can see it. They’ll know you belong to me, won’t they?”

He gets possessive when the marks fade and needs to renew them.

Wearing something that shows the marks? It drives him wild. His instincts scream that you're inviting him to bite again.

Sugar baby treatment

He spoils you. Period. Jewelry, clothes, perfumes, enchanted accessories—anything he can buy, he gives.

“No, no, no. Let me handle the finances, darling. You only need to worry about being beautiful. And mine.”

He loves seeing you wear things he picked. Especially things that show off his marks.

You say you want something? It appears on your bed the next morning wrapped in velvet and sealed with his personal crest.

if you talk to someone in town too much

He gets eerily quiet. Then suddenly affectionate.

“You and that shopkeep seem awfully close, my dear… Is he interesting? Charming? Funny?”

He won’t stop you from socializing at first—but he’ll sabotage those relationships quietly.

That person may begin avoiding you. Acting nervous. Then… vanish.

“Poor fellow must’ve left town. A shame. He seemed so fond of you…”

Eating the people that get close to you

His snake side doesn’t just want to eliminate threats , it wants to consume them.

“If they want to be close to you…they'll have to do it somewhere.ELSE.”

He takes his time. Drags it out. He doesn’t just eat. He punishes.

To him, it's devotion. Protecting what's his. “I won’t let anyone touch what’s mine. Ever.”

if you walked in on him doing it?

At first, silence. His jaw dripping blood, his serpent fangs glistening, glowing eyes fixed on you.

Then soft laughter. “Ah... so you’ve seen it now... my love.”

He doesn’t panic. He approaches you slowly, calmly, like you're a frightened animal. “Don’t be scared, darling. I did it for you.”

He presses the bloodied cleaver down, just beside you, voice warm. “You understand, don’t you? No one else gets to have you. No one.”

He might even pull you close, blood and all, whispering against your neck. “You make me like this… You awaken something in me, something I can’t silence.”

SUGGESTIVE NSFW HEADCANONS!

Private Intimacy Moments

When it's just the two of you, Thaniyel slows everything down. He likes to corner you somewhere quiet his office, your shared room, even a garden bench at night and just look at you.

“You don’t realize it, do you… how intoxicating you are? Every breath you take drives me mad…”

He’ll cup your jaw gently, slowly trace your features with gloved fingers like he’s memorizing you.

Worshipping you is second nature. He whispers about how "perfect" you are, brushing his lips along your cheek, your forehead, just to hear you gasp or squirm.

He adores how flustered you get. The way your breath catches, how your eyes widen when he leans in just a little too close his eyes glowing faintly.

“Shh… you're doing so well. So obedient. My good little one.”

His bite marks? He adores leaving them just under your jawline, on your collar, your shoulders. Visible only when you tilt your head just right.

He loves looking at them and gets visibly pleased when you wear something that reveals them ,and if not ,a little aroused.

If You Tease His Jealousy on Purpose

Oh… you want to play, do you? He sees right through you the moment you "innocently" laugh too long with someone in town.

“Hm… you’ve been terribly chatty today. How bold of you.”

He doesn’t yell. He never needs to. He waits until you’re alone. Then his expression shifts dangerously calm, voice like silk laced with venom.

“Are you trying to make me jealous, darling? Do you think it’s a game?”

He gets you backed against a wall, trapping you between his arms, leaning close with glowing snake-like eyes that burn with restrained desire.

“You like testing me, don’t you? You want me to lose control.”

He starts trailing gloved fingers down your neck, brushing right over the fading bite marks he left before.

“So warm… You’re blushing. Why’s that, hmm? Were you hoping I’d do this?”

He’ll drag his fang against your skin not biting just grazing your neck, making your knees weak.

“You belong to me. Every smile, every glance. You don’t give those away to anyone else.”

He doesn't punish with pain. He punishes with intensity. Holding you still while you squirm , his cocks deep inside you, flushed and trembling as he praises you in a low, velvet voice.

“There you go… just like that. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

HHEH I LOVE THAT OLD MAN

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MAYOR THANIYEL X YOU

guess what my favourite blocktales character is..

thats right

THAT OLD ASS MAN

THE FUCK YOU MEAN THERES NOTHING ABOUT HIM ON THIS SITE..

IM ABOUT TO CHANGE THAT MF.

ANYWAYS

HEADCANONS TIME!!

HEHEH YALL GETTING FED

SMALL , age gap , because yk hes old as fuck , but whats stopping anyone , people like cruel king-

TITLE: old timez

Platonic Headcanons

Mayor Thaniyel treats you like an honored guest from the moment you arrive in Turitopulis.

He insists you stay comfortable, always checking on your needs with old-fashioned hospitality. “Would you like a cup of warm tea, dear? It’s the good kind. Imported.”

He’s a bit quirky and definitely talks like someone who’s lived through more centuries than you can count, but it’s endearing. Think doting grandpa... if grandpa were still surprisingly handsome.

He often smiles fondly at you when you talk, quietly admiring how animated you get about your passions.

First Meeting Headcanons

You’re first introduced to him by his son, Griefer , who is clearly a handful. Thaniyel just chuckles when Griefer complains about you being "too cool" or "too loud."

He greets you with a soft bow and a toothy grin. His eyes gleam red, but his tone is honey-sweet. “Ah... so you’re the one my son keeps muttering about. A pleasure, truly.”

He gently takes your hand if you let him, introducing himself in the most old-timey, polite way. He’s clearly taken a liking to you from the start.

You leave the meeting with a little bag of cookies he insists you take. They’re actually really good.

Getting Along Headcanons

He starts inviting you to community dinners, town hall events, and occasional tea on the veranda of his estate.

You notice he always pulls out a chair for you and makes sure you’re served first. He’s extremely courteous more than anyone else you’ve ever met.

Thaniyel loves hearing you talk about your hobbies, your goals, your weirdest thoughts. He listens like every word is precious.

If you get along with Griefer? He nearly tears up. “Oh, my boy likes someone who isn’t trying to break a window? That’s... that’s progress.”

Realizing He Has Feelings

It hits him in the middle of a quiet evening, watching you laugh at one of his bad dad-jokes over tea.

He finds himself gazing a little too long, fingers twitching at the urge to brush your hair from your face.

“Oh dear…” he murmurs to himself after you leave. “...I think I might be fond of you. Very fond, indeed.”

He tries to convince himself it’s silly. You’re younger. He’s old, strange, a little serpentine. But his heart doesn’t listen.

How He Confesses

He waits for a calm, quiet moment maybe while walking through the lamp-lit town square at dusk.

“Forgive an old man for speaking boldly… but I do believe I’ve grown rather attached to you.”

He gives you space to answer, no pressure, though there’s a nervous twitch in his snake tail. His voice stays steady, but his eyes are full of hope.

If you accept, his smile is the softest thing. “You’ve made an old heart feel very young again, dearest.”

Romantic Headcanons

Thaniyel is endlessly gentle and considerate. He remembers your favorite tea, the way you like your blankets, how you pace when you're thinking.

He loves giving you handmade gifts wood carvings, stitched handkerchiefs, poems he claims are “vintage.”

His affection is quiet but overwhelming: forehead kisses, holding your hand like it’s the rarest thing, and calling you things like my dear, darling, and sunbeam.

If you tease him about his red eyes or fangs? He chuckles and leans in close. “Careful now, dear... flattery might earn you a kiss.”

He loves slow dances in the living room, long letters (even if you live in the same house), and wrapping his coat around you when you’re cold.

HHEHE I GOT MORE THINGS COMING ABOUTTHIS OLD MAN

HHE STAY TUNED!!

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On my knees begging for Shedletsky smut🙏

I NEED to be railed by that fat chicken man SO BAD!!!!

I’d want it ROUGH and HARD from this glutinous beast

HEHE I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

ALSO THIS WAS MY LAST REQUESTS SO LIKE!

REQUEST ARE OPEN -23/05

READ THE RULES!

ANYWAYS

TITLE : chicken wings

The kitchen was warm and filled with the sizzling sounds of cooking, a symphony of flavors and aromas mingling together.

Your hands worked deftly, tossing and coating the chicken wings in a spicy, tangy sauce, the red pepper flakes and garlic powder clinging to the crispy skin.

The kitchen was a mess, flour dusted across the counters and splatters of oil painting the stove, but you didn't mind.

You could feel his presence behind you, his bulky frame looming over your slighter one.

His greasy t-shirt brushed against your back, the fabric worn and soft from years of use.

His blue shorts, straining against his girth, pressed against your ass as he leaned in closer, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

"Mmm, something smells good," Shedletsky murmured, his voice a low, playful rumble.

His hands slid around your waist, fingers splaying across your stomach as he pulled you back against him, your body melding into his like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

"I'm making chicken wings, silly," you replied, a smile playing at the corners of your mouth as you stirred the sizzling pan.

"I thought I'd whip up a quick batch for us to snack on while we... relax."

"Ohhh, but I don't want to wait," Shedletsky whined, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice a needy whimper.

"Please, please... let me in. I need it so bad, babe." You chuckled, shaking your head at his childish antics, even as a thrill of excitement raced down your spine at the feeling of his hardness pressing insistently against your ass.

Unable to resist his pleading any longer, you spread your legs, just slightly, just enough... Shedletsky took that as the invitation it was, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he ground his thick, cloth-covered cock against the cleft of your ass.

You gasped, your back arching as you felt the heat of him, the size and weight of his manhood pressing demandingly against you. Before you could catch your breath,

Shedletsky was pulling his hips back, just enough to yank down his shorts and underwear. His cock sprang free, slapping against your ass ,already hard and leaking, the swollen head an angry red.

He rubbed the hot flesh of his shaft along the cleft of your ass,. "Mmm, not so fast," you gasped, trying to keep your focus on the task at hand, even as your body betrayed your growing arousal.

"I need to finish these wings first, or they'll burn."

"Come on, just a quickie," Shedletsky wheedled, his voice a needy whine as he gripped your thighs tightly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

"I can't wait anymore, babe. I need to be inside you, right now." You bit your lip, your resolve weakening as you felt him lining himself up with your entrance.

The head of his cock caught on your rim, pushing insistently, demanding to be let inside. Your hole clenched, fluttering, as if trying to draw him in deeper.

"Okay, okay," you relented breathlessly, your hips canting back to give him better access.

"But make it quick, okay? I don't want to ruin dinner." Shedletsky grinned, his eyes sparkling with triumph and lust.

"Don't worry, babe. I'll make it real quick for you," he promised, before gripping your hips and pushing forward.

You cried out, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the countertop as Shedletsky's thick cock speared into you, stretching you wide around his girth.

He didn't give you time to adjust, just started to move, his hips pumping in a relentless rhythm as he began to rail into you the kitchen filled with the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, the obscene wet squelches of his cock driving into your ass.

You could only moan and whimper as Shedletsky took you, your body rocking with each powerful thrust of his hips.

Your neglected cock bobbed and jumped Your neglected cock bobbed and jumped each time Shedletsky slammed into you, drooling precum onto the kitchen floor.

The pleasure was intense, borders of pain and ecstasy blurring as Shedletsky's swollen cockhead kissed your prostate dead-on with every devastating thrust.

"Fuck, your ass feels so good around my dick," Shedletsky grunted, his breath coming in ragged puffs against the back of your neck. "So fucking tight and hot, like it was made just for me."

His fingers dug into the meat of your ass, gripping hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises in their wake.

He spread your cheeks wider, changing the angle of his thrusts so he could drive even deeper into your needy hole.

The new position had him grinding against your prostate with every pump of his hips, sending jolts of electric pleasure shooting up your spine.

You could feel your orgasm building fast, as Shedletsky fucked you with wild abandon.

The obscene squelches of his cock plunging into your sloppy ass filled the kitchen, mixing with the sizzle of the wings and your own wanton moans.

"Gonna... fuck, gonna cum soon," Shedletsky panted, his voice strained with impending release.

"Gonna pump you full of my hot, thick load. Fill this greedy cunt to the brim until it's dripping out of you."

Your hole clenched down around him, greedy and hungry for his seed.

you could feel the telltale twitch of his cock, the way it swelled and throbbed inside you as he chased his climax.

With a roar that shook the kitchen, Shedletsky slammed into you one last time, his cock erupting like a geyser deep inside you.

Scalding ropes of cum flooded your insides, painting your walls white as he emptied his heavy balls into your ass.

You could feel each thick spurt, the heat of it searing you from the inside out as Shedletsky marked you, claimed you, made you his.

Your own body shook from your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave.

Ropes of pearly cum splattered the kitchen floor, your body shaking and shuddering as you came harder than you ever had before.

Even if you didn't realise that.

The chickens wings were completly burnt now..

Oops

HEHHE I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

ALSO I HATE THE LIMIT OF THE THING BRO

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

but then again ,its quite a good lenght i did i think-