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[quack-quack-snacks]

Ok, for Ban x Reader request…

Smut, just pure smut.

As for what happens, Fem!Reader decides to try on the Boar Hat’s uniform and Ban cannot stop thinking about fucking her with that uniform on.

As for specific kinks: Ban having a giving and receiving praise kink, also a mild biting kink.

And possibly Ban referring to the reader as ‘doll’ as a term of endearment.

I like your funny words magic man 🪄

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Pairing(s): Ban x Fem!Reader Summary: Ban loves a woman in uniform. Warnings: Smut, porn with a little plot, praise kink, biting kink, cursing, uniform kink (?). Word Count: 3,394

“It's been so long since we’ve done something like this! We should have a girl’s day more often!” Diane exclaimed to you and Elizabeth as you all walked back to the tavern from the town. It was a quiet day when Elizabeth, Diane, and you decided to get away from the Boar Hat for a while and take a much-needed break. With all the fighting and chaos that’s been happening, it felt like you never got a chance to breathe anymore. 

“I agree! It's nice to get out every once in a while!” Elizabeth agreed and you smiled at the two girls. 

“If only we could do it more often, it seems like we never get a break anymore,” you complained, playfully throwing your head back while they laughed at your antics. 

Diane reached over to lace her arm through yours and pull you along, doing the same to Elizabeth on her other side. “Well, maybe we’ll just have to make it a tradition then!” She stated cheerfully. “I need whatever time I can get with you two while you’re not being hogged by the boys.”

Elizabeth blushed but you just looked at her, confused. “What do you mean by that?” You asked and she gave you a look like you were stupid. 

“You know exactly what I mean by that. Elizabeth,” she bumped her hip against the girl playfully which caused the girl to blush even more. “Keeps getting hogged by Meliodas whenever he’s around, always wanting her as close as possible because he likes her~” she drew out the end of her sentence playfully as Elizabeth brought both her hands up to cover her face. “And you are always being watched over by Ban. I swear, I never see you without him being somewhere nearby. Tell me,” she leaned close conspiratorially, dragging Elizabeth with her as they were still attached by their linked arms. “Are you two dating? What’s going on between the two of you?” 

Elizabeth brought her hands down, silently also curious about your answer and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you coughed awkwardly and looked away. 

“There’s nothing going on, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you refuted before seeing the Boar Hat appear over the hill you were climbing. “Oh look! We’re almost here, guess that means the questions are over! Darn, and I was really looking forward to answering them! Oh well!” You sarcastically told them and they laughed at the way you brushed them off. 

“Fine, keep your secrets,” Diane teased while poking your side lightly. 

The three of you laughed as you finally approached the entrance to the tavern and opened the door, the conversation changed from that of boys to one about the activities you all did earlier in the day. As soon as you all walked in, your eyes immediately locked on Ban. He was standing behind the counter, pouring leftover scraps into the food bowl of Hawks. The pig, still in his tiny form after the fight with the previous Holy Knight Grandmaster, Hendrickson, was sitting in the middle of the bowl, eating his heart away and his eyes shining like he was in heaven. Meliodas sat at the other side of the bar with his usual cup of Vanya Ale in his hands. 

The chime of the bell on the door caused the three’s attention to snap to the doorway you all were walking through. Ban’s eyes immediately found yours and he gave you a smirk. You blushed and looked away, Diane’s words ringing through your head as you mentally analyzed every single one of your interactions with the man. 

While you’d had a crush on the man for as long as you’d known him, you weren’t sure if he ever felt the same. He seemed softer with you than he did everyone else but you always thought it was just because you weren’t one of the sins. 

Then again, Elizabeth wasn’t a sin either and he never treated her the same way he treated you. 

“Hey guys! Welcome back!” Meliodas exclaimed with a smile as he stood up and walked towards the three of you. “How was your girls’ day?” 

“It was wonderful! There was this band that was playing in the street with dancers and everything! We also sto-“ Elizabeth’s words started to fade into the background while she explained what you did as you began to feel eyes glaring into the side of your head. Looking up, you saw the eyes belonging to the one and only Fox Sin. You shot him a smile when you made eye contact and he shot you a smirk back. Looking away when you felt the tap of an elbow against your side, you turned back to see Elizabeth heading up the stairs and Diane looking at you questioningly. 

“Are you going to come change with us?” She asked and you immediately nodded. With a smile and no other words spoken, she took your hand and started leading you up the stairs when you suddenly heard a familiar feminine scream. Chasing up the stairs to get to Elizabeth, you were shocked to find the room you shared with Diane in tatters. Ignoring that for the time being, Diane beat you to the chase as she asked if Elizabeth was okay. The girl nodded with wide eyes as she stared into the room. 

It was then you noticed the familiar large black and green hound tearing apart the clothes in your closet. 

“Oslo! Oslo!” You heard King call from upstairs before he came running down and saw you all. “H-hey Diane! Hey guys! Have you guys seen Oslo?”

Without a word, you all moved to the side so he could see his companion ripping apart your clothes. 

“Oslo, no! Bad hound!” He flew forward, grabbing onto the piece of clothing in the hound's mouth as he tried to stop him from damaging it anymore. 

Shaking your head, you sighed at the scene. A few clothes of Diane’s were ruined but the majority of the damage was done to the clothes in your closet. 

When King was finally able to drag Oslo out of your room, he rushed forward and started shouting his apologies. “I’m sorry! I don’t know how he got in there or why he would do that! Let me make it up to you!”

You laughed at his frantic words and just waved him off. “Don’t worry about it, King. Seriously, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Not that big of a deal my ass,” You heard Ban say from behind you before his arm wrapped around your shoulders and his shoulders hunched down. “You need to make him pay up, Doll.”

The nickname made you pause but you shook your head, denying his suggestion and shaking off the heating of your cheeks at the same time. “No, really!”

“No, truly! I insist! I will make you brand-new clothes that will be even better than the ones you had previously!” King told you loudly with an adorable amount of determination. Smiling kindly, you rested a hand on his head since he was bowing down in an apology. 

“Okay, if that’s what you really want to do, then I won’t stop you. It’ll save me a shopping trip I guess,” you gave in to his wishes and he smiled at you awkwardly but his fists clenched in absolute resolve. Muttering another apology to you, he turned and started heading for his room on the top floor, dragging Oslo along with him by the hound’s ear. You sighed as you stepped into your room and examined the damage to your clothes. Everything was ruined. You were pretty sure there wasn’t a single piece of clothing in there that was wearable anymore. 

Diane walked up to stand next to you and winced at the sight. “Well that’s not good,” she mumbled before her eyes lit up with an idea. “I’ve got it!” She grabbed your arm and started pulling you down the stairs and into the pantry in the tavern’s kitchen. Letting go of you, she walked over to a large cupboard. When she opened it, you could see a multitude of the women's tavern uniforms in all different sizes hanging inside. “You can just borrow one of these for the time being until we get you your new clothes!” She exclaimed excitedly. “Now Elizabeth, you, and I can all match!”

A smile lit your face up from her over-exaggerated happiness at the idea and you reached inside the cupboard to grab your size of the outfit. “Sure, Diane. It’ll be exciting!”

Standing in front of the mirror, you looked at yourself in the outfit. While it was definitely not the type of outfit you would normally wear - with it being so revealing and the likelihood of your panties showing if you leaned forward even the slightest bit - you really liked how it looked. You could see why Elizabeth hardly wore the other clothes she had even on her days off of work. Diane was less consistent with her outfit choices. She often switched between her regular fighting leotard, the tavern uniform, and some other clothes she had in her closet. 

The uniform fit you like a glove. The single stocking - which you always found rather inconvenient and unnecessary but Meliodas always insisted on it - stuck to your thigh and surprisingly didn’t slip down once. The blouse circled your torso beautifully. The ruffles on the bottom and sleeves of the shirt were a nice touch along with the fabric that wrapped around your neck and hung in the front. While the skirt was a little too short for your liking, it still made you look good. You couldn’t help but admire yourself in the mirror as you wore it. You’d been getting ready to head down to do your normal ‘job’ of sitting at the counter and watching Ban work but you knew you were running late. 

You just couldn’t drag your eyes away from your reflection in the mirror. 

A knock interrupted your admiration and you walked over to the door to open it. It was both a surprise and not to see Ban standing outside your door, leaning against the door frame and towering over you. A low whistle escaped his mouth as he dragged his eyes across your body, admiring you just as you did a few minutes ago. 

“Damn. Looking good, Doll,” he complimented and heat rose to your cheeks. 

“Thank you,” you whispered, avoiding his eyes. “Why are you here?”

“Well I was coming to see where my favorite girl was but it looks like she was looking extra pretty up here instead of downstairs with me.”

He popped off the door frame and took a step towards you. Nervous, you took a step back and swallowed. His eyes followed to movement of your throat as he entered your room, closing the door behind him and securing the lock in place - all the while, never breaking his eyes on you. 

“Who knew my pretty doll was even prettier when she was all dressed up,” he said as he took more steps toward you. With your many steps back, it only took him a few to catch up to you. Your breath hitched when your back hit the wall and he leaned down, his arms trapping you in and leaving no escape.

Not that you want to escape.

“B-Ban?” You whispered as he looked at your lips. He put his face in the crook of your neck and moaned.

He fucking moaned.

“God, I love it when you say my name like that.” 

Gaining a sudden surge of confidence, you spoke again. “I can say it as many times as you want,” you told him after gaining a sudden surge of confidence. Leaning in so your lips grazed the shell of his ear, you whispered seductively, “Ban.”

The confident and more dominant nature you started to hold slipped through your fingers as he let his sharp teeth graze along the soft spot on your neck while his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him. You whimpered as you melted into his embrace and you could feel his smirk against your skin. 

“Pretty girl, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” He teased, but there was a more serious undertone in his voice as he asked and leaned back to look you in the eyes. 

You brought your arms up to wrap around his neck and pull him down. His forehead rested against yours as you looked at his lips to avoid his intense scarlet gaze. “Maybe not exactly,” you confessed and leaned forward so your lips brushed against his. “But I want it anyway.”

“Fuck,” he whispered before closing the gap between the two of you and kissing you. Your fingers laced through his hair and you pulled him closer. You gasped when you felt his finger circle your thighs and lift you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he straightened up to his full height and kissed you more comfortably. 

He took advantage of your momentary surprise and entered his tongue into your mouth. You moaned around it as the two of you went to war with your mouths, struggling for dominance. He leaned off the wall, bringing you with him as he quickly walked over to your bed and threw you down. You gave a slight yelp at the sudden drop and looked up at him. Your lips were swollen and your breathing was ragged from the intense kiss. Sitting up, you put a finger through the belt loop of his pants and pulled him closer, feeling confident enough to look him straight in the eyes. 

You saw the way his eyes darkened as he kneeled on the bed, crawling until his face lined up with yours. 

“God, I just want to fuck you in this outfit. I do love a woman in uniform,” he exclaimed and you could feel the heat in your core rising. He leaned his face into your neck again, although this time he didn’t only skim his teeth along the column of your neck, he bit down. You let out a moan that quieted to a whimper when he did. It wasn’t hard enough to draw blood but it was hard enough for you to feel the sharp points of his canines. 

Oh, how you wished he would bite down just a little harder. 

“You want me to go harder?” He asked you from where his head was still buried in your neck. He started kissing and sucking at your skin, unbuttoning your top and pulling part of it off to reveal your shoulder. 

Taking a breath to calm your racing heart, you whimpered out a small, “Mhm.”

He smirked. “Good girl.”

He marked you all along your neck and shoulders, even going along the valley between your breasts and marking the flesh there. You had barely even noticed he continued to go further down your body until you felt his hot breath against your panties. Panicking at his possible reaction, you tried to squeeze your thighs shut but his hands held you open for his viewing pleasure. Sliding your panties down your legs tortuously slow, he tucked them into his pocket. 

“Wha-?” You protested but he shushed you, his hands squeezing the fat of your thighs and getting dangerously close to your heat. 

“I’ll have King make you some new ones or something,” he reassured you. 

You were about to protest more but the feeling of his lips caressing your inner thigh made all the thoughts in your head drift away. 

“Please,” you whispered to him after his continuous teasing. He constantly got closer to your core only to skip over it and switch to teasing and marking the other thigh. 

“You got it, pretty girl,” he relented and you let out a sigh of a moan when his lips finally met your clit. Bringing a hand down to his head, you weaved your fingers through his hair, bringing his face closer as you began to grind against his tongue. “Fuck, you taste so good, Doll. Could stay between these thighs forever,” he praised and you clenched around nothing. You let out a loud gasp when you felt his tongue enter you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he pumped his tongue in and out of your cunt. 

“Fu-uck,” you moaned brokenly. “Fuck, Ban. You feel so fucking good, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you begged and praised him. His finger squeezed your thighs harder and he moaned into you. 

It wasn’t long before you felt the knot tightening in your core and you warned him of what was to come. 

“Cum for me, Doll,” he encouraged, wrapping your legs around his head as he dug his tongue into you deeper, the long muscle hitting all the right spots inside of you to have you seeing stars. You did as told and came into his mouth. He stayed where he was for several minutes, lapping up your release as you came down from your high. “Shit, that was so hot.”

You blushed at his words and he chuckled, kissing your thighs before crawling back up to be hovering above your face. You grabbed the back of his neck and brought his lips onto your own in a slow, sensual kiss. It was so slow and distracting that you didn’t notice Ban pulling his pants down to his knees until suddenly he grabbed you by the waist and flipped your positions. He now leaned against the headboard of the bed while you hovered above his very above-average cock. He used a hand to hold it and drag the tip through your folds. He grinned and bit your lip when you moaned into his mouth. 

“You want me to fuck you, Doll?” He asked teasingly, barely slipping the tip of his dick through your folds before pulling out and focusing on circling your clit. 

“So badly,” you whimpered into his mouth and he groaned, the smirk on his face growing while precum started gathering on the tip of his dick, mixing with your release as he swirled them around. 

Without another word, he thrusted his hips up and buried his cock to the hilt in your heat. You moaned simultaneously at the feeling.

“So full~” you moaned out, leaning forward to capture his lips in another kiss.

“So tight,” he moaned out in return, allowing you to control the kiss while he controlled your hips to raise and fall along his dick. You could feel every vein, every twitch, every ridge of his cock inside you. It was almost too much but you couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Fuck, you’re so good for me, all for me. You’re mine, yeah?” He practically begged, whining in your ear now that he was finally inside of you. After months of pining, months of fucking his fist at the thought of you. Finally, finally, he had you in his grasp. “Say you’re mine, Doll.”

“I’m yours. Always been yours, Ban,” you confessed and stared deeply into his eyes. The two of you held eye contact as you both inched closer to your releases. The orgasms built inside you, the knot tightening and tightening. Ban moved his thumb so it pressed right against your clit and that was the final push you needed. You moaned, muffling it by kissing him as he continued to move your body for him. You whimpered at the sensitivity, but god, it felt so good. 

“You were fucking made for me. Just me. No one else’s. Just mine,” he growled out in your mouth and you could barely process his words, going dizzy with pleasure. With a few more pumps inside you, he came and slowly came to a stop. 

Falling forward onto his chest, he brought his arms up to encircle your waist and smooth his hands up and down your back. 

“Maybe we can make King pay up late, yeah?” He asked playfully, but you could hear the genuine question underneath. 

“Yeah, I think that sounds like a good idea,” he playfully told him in return and he smiled at you, kissing your forehead. 

The tavern may have been chefless but in that moment, neither of you really cared. 

[cherrydropsgalore]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐃𝐀𝐒 || 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐒 ||

❝ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 stealing Meliodas' heart when he visits your kingdom and bringing it with you when you have to leave. ❞

As the sole princess of your kingdom, it was your responsibility to oversee the kingdom and ensure all was well. One of these duties was spectating any major trades you made as a kingdom to make sure no loopholes or tricks were made. A few weeks ago, your father communicated with the kingdom Danafor, per your request, for one of these trades--you would give them fabrics in exchange for weapons.

By pure luck, Meliodas was sent as a trusted Holy Knight who would watch over the trade just like you were.

Your kingdom made a big stink when Danafor's Holy Knights arrived. Because of their tendency to be attacked, Danafor's reputation was relatively low compared to their surrounding kingdoms. No one wanted to be associated with them for fear they would be raided, too.

However, their complaints stopped when you arrived. You were highly respected among your people--not just as the princess, but as a person. You never hesitated when it came to protecting your people and always made sure everyone was in good health. Normally, they could never go against you so openly as to disrespect your choices... However, this wasn't like your usual orders. But going against you could be treason, so they would never be so open about their opinions.

Meliodas had immediately taken a liking to you. You were so kind and respectful during the transaction despite their reputation. He made casual conversation with you while the others argued over what was fair and he found himself entranced by you.

Many spoke of your beauty and kindness. It wasn't rare for him to hear about how much they would love to live their life with you by their side, but it wasn't until now that Meliodas truly understood what they were saying.

He finally understood those who said every angle was your best one, those who said you had the kindest eyes that could tame anyone--but most importantly, he saw how merciful and understanding you were. To him, those were the most important qualities someone could have

So, like any enamored man would, he delayed the trade's end as much as possible just so he could keep talking to you. The casual conversation turned into playful banter, which led to hushed promises to see each other again.

"You're interesting, Meliodas," you'd tell him, prompting him to push himself closer to you. "I don't think I've met anyone who could treat me so casually. Thank you."

In no time at all, he was thinking about you like you were the sun itself. You prioritized everything, whether you meant to or not. He was a starving man and you were his feast.

You would often sneak out to see him. The two of you would go into the forest with nothing but your clothes and frolic around until sundown.

You would bond with each other in mind, body, and soul with no traces of regret. You were his soulmate, after all. He couldn't hold any guilt for loving someone who was made so perfectly for him.

But alas, you were human and he was a demon. Your life span was astute compared to his and he had to say goodbye.

Now all he could do was look back on your memories and hope you were at peace.

(𝐀/𝐍): Oops oops oops I broke his heart again

[yourcommissar]

Dahlia x Liatris doodles 😮‍💨

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Kneel before her if you dare. Happy Mother’s Day to everyone’s favorite dragon Mommy. Tap for that quality y’all

[freakykira]

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Hi, i’m Kira and I’m freaky. You can literally ask me ANYTHINGGGG, you want it, I’ll write it. But, that’s not what this page is all about. Just like every writer, I have my limits.

[DO NOT REQUEST PEDOPHILIA!!!]

I’ll write for…

TWD/The Walking Dead (TV Show & Game), Harry Potter, Blue Lock, Seven Deadly Sins, Mid90s , Riverdale, The Boys The Breakfast Club, TMR/The Maze Runner, Divergent, Detroit Become Human, Heathers (Movie), Good Girls, Marvel, DC, Youtubers, Rappers, Actors, OC/OC (of requests choice), Reader/OC, Reader/Unidentifed, Girl/Girl, Boy/Boy, Girl/Boy/Boy, and etc. !I know of more fandoms, but my memory is failing me, i’ll update this as I go! (Feel free to request a something about a fandom unlisted) !!ILL RESPOND TO EVERY REQUEST!!!

Genres…

Main Classification: [🍄] Fluff, [🚬] Angst, and [🎋] Smut.

Sub Classifications: [🪰] Horror, [🎳] Headcannon, [🚘] OC/OC, [👤] Unidentified, [🪀] Random/Practice Fic.

[meowsgirldrawing]

So, Obey Me! Shall we Date?!

I have been playing this game alot lately, found it on a whim after seeing some posts about it-

And what did I do?

I made an Oc!

Meet MC! Or in more specific terms Mackenzie

Just the average human that was dropped unexpectedly into Devildom! Soon ending up being the main 7s' pacts holder!

Ill be posting more about them soon so look out if you are interested!💜

[eveningstxrr]

hii!! i love ur account so much<33 could i request a lancelot x reader where reader is meliodas and elizabeth’s child and her, tristan and lancelot have a sleepover and lancelot and reader end up cuddling eachother? tysm<3

✮ ˛˚ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 ✮ ˛˚

synopsis: the tristan platoon are supposed to be having a sleepover together, and as the prince’s younger sibling, naturally you’re invited to join them. however, lancelot is there too and he makes it his goal to get on your nerves. but, there’s nothing a good cuddle can’t fix!

content warning: fluff, ooc lancelot since he’s relatively new to me, reader is tristan’s younger sibling, lance and the reader bicker a lot.

author’s note: i’m glad you enjoy my content, thank you for this request anon!! i hope it’s up to your taste!! like i said, lance is new to me so he might be a bit out of character, but i really enjoyed writing for him!!

word count: 2.4k

✮ ˛˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✮ ˛˚

IT’S A FAIRLY NORMAL DAY IN LIONES, you’re out and about doing your normal royal duties which consists of assisting the villagers, dropping off some weird magical artifacts and herbs for hendrickson, assisting more villagers. you know, the usual. by the time you’re finished with all your duties, it’s dusk and you’re covered in grime and sweat.

you wave goodbye to the nice family you were helping out before mounting your horse alexander to head back to the castle, your pace is much slower than what you usually go by. you want to get home as soon as possible to take a nice long bath and get something to eat, sure, but at the same time, you longed to watch as the sun descended behind the clouds. it’s not everyday you get to do that with how busy you are nowadays.

your mind wanders as you ride. you take in the cool breeze, shivering when the wind blows a little too harshly. if you catch a cold neither your mother nor your older brother would let you hear the end of it. they’d baby you ‘till you can no longer stand it.

speaking of your brother, you wonder what he’s up to. ever since he was officially established as a knight of the apocalypse, you’ve barely seen him. he’s either out doing one thing or the other with his platoon or training to get stronger.

truth be told, you miss being able to do runs like these together. you sigh sadly as you recount the times you guys would prolong your outings to get some snacks or watch the sun set, sometimes you guys would wait ‘till the sky is filled with nothing but the twinkling stars. your father would always give you both an earful but he gave up after a while seeing as it was reoccurring. it became routine. but now, you can barely say good morning to tristan, sometimes you don’t see him for days on end. it’s lonely but you don’t want to express that empty feeling, he’s busy enough as is. you’ll just spend your days playing with the children of the village to pass time.

as the castle comes into view, you slow down even more, taking your sweet time before you’ll have to depart from your beloved steed. “welcome back, your highness,” the guards at the castle’s entrance greet as you trot in. you wave to them as you hop off alexander's back, leading him over to the stables where the horse tender takes him off your hands.

you stretch, popping your back and shoulders as you walk down the large halls of liones castle, heading up to your room to take a quick bath. by the time you’re out and ready to relax, the sun is out of view and the moon has begun to peek out from the horizon. “the days seem to be going faster now,” you mummer, “winter is closely approaching.”

you shut the door to your room behind you as you make your way to the kitchen. your stomach had been growling throughout your bath and the maid helping you had left to prepare something as per your request. as you draw near to the grand kitchen, you hear hushed whispers and little squeals which elicits a raised eyebrow of curiosity.

you peek into the kitchen, and lo and behold, your brother and his platoon are there all dressed in comfortable pyjamas as they gather some snacks. your snacks. you love your brother, you really do, but nobody takes your snacks.

“i’m gonna whoop his—“

“what’re you doing, y/n?”

you let out a screech, your soul almost leaving your body. you turn back to face the person who’d come up behind you, and your eyes meet lancelot’s ruby ones. he looks down at you, his arms are crossed over his chest, and he has an eyebrow raised in his typical sassy fashion.

“lancelot, you scared me…” you huff out, standing up straight. you awkwardly scratch the back of your head. this is not a good look for you.

“you should’ve heard me coming up behind you. don’t tell me you’ve been getting sloppy with your perceptive skills, your highness,” he leans closer to you, getting far too close for your liking.

“of course not! i was just… preoccupied,” you lie through the skin of your teeth, turning your head away to stare into the dimly lit hallway. lancelot says nothing in response, but gives you a teasing smile in return.

“sure, princess. sure.” he obviously doesn’t believe you. he pats your shoulder and walks into the kitchen, his hands in his pockets and back hunched in terrible posture just like his dad. god these two are so alike.

“princess y/n!” isolde squeals in delight, engulfing you in a warm hug the minute you step into the kitchen. you can’t help but grin when she scoops you into her arms, holding you off the floor to nuzzle her cheeks against yours. isolde gives the best hugs, hands down.

“hey, isolde. long time no see, eh?”

from the corner of your eye, you see jade waving to you and next to him is chion who just gives you a stare before turning his attention back to your older brother. typical.

“y/n! when did you get back?” tristan is quick to give you his own hug when isolde sets you back onto your feet. you wrap your arms around him and take a moment to relish in his warmth before answering his question.

“about an hour ago. i was in the bath.”

your brother hums in response, giving you a squeeze before he pulls away. “we were about to have a sleepover, would you like to join us?”

a sleepover, huh? that explains the pj’s and the snack theft. but, it sounds like a nice way to unwind. why not? it wouldn’t hurt, right? you follow after the tristan platoon and lancelot as you all make your way to your brother’s bedroom, the site for the sleepover tonight.

“i’m surprised you stuck around, lance,” you look towards the blonde who scratches his nape, heaving a sigh at the nickname. he doesn’t dislike it, really. he finds the intimacy in nicknames quite comforting, but when you call him that, he gets all nervous and jittery. he hates that feeling, it’s too out of character for him.

“didn’t i tell you not to call me that?”

you let out a huff at his comment. he should know by now that you’ll use every opportunity you have to annoy him. “aw but, lance,” you make sure to stress the name, silently snickering when he side eyes you, his face bearing an exasperated expression. “i’ve been calling you this since we were in diapers! why does it matter now?”

lancelot rolls his eyes at you, your shit eating grin serving to piss him off further. however, he makes no move to speed up his walking pace, it’s not like he’s actually mad at you. a little annoyed, sure, but, you’re the only one in the group he can actually stand so he might as well swallow the teasing. “cram it, princess.”

you let out a fake gasp of offence, dramatically placing your hand onto your chest. “lancelot! how vulgar!” you hear tristan snicker as lancelot lets out a loud groan in response to your antics.

when the lot of you finally reach the prince’s bedchamber, jade is quick to run in and flop onto the big mattress, sighing in content as he practically melts into the cotton. you follow suit and cuddle up to one of the pillows. the familiar smell of lavender immediately engulfs you and fills your senses, bringing back nostalgic memories that run as far back to your toddler days.

you clutch the pillow tight, thanking whatever deity that’s out there for allowing you this chance. they must have taken pity on you when you were reminiscing earlier and granted this opportunity. when the space beside you dips, you look over to see lancelot and notice how he still has his shoes on, not caring if the white bed sheets get dirty because of them.

“how crude of you to get on the bed with shoes on. dirty shoes no less.” lancelot’s left eye twitches at the jab you’d made. you’re seriously making him contemplate not being as nice to you as he normally is. so much for being the most tolerable one of the group.

“i suggest you watch what you say to me, princess,” he folds his arms over his chest, kicking off his shoes nonetheless. you cringe when they hit the wall with a thunk.

“what will you do if i don’t, hm, lance?” you egg him on, shooting him a pointed look. he scoffs at you.

“you really want to find out, princess?”

“alright, you two, no more fighting!” isolde scolds from her place at the foot of the bed, her cheeks puffed out in a pout. tristan nods in agreement.

“isolde’s right, we’re here to have fun and relax. put your bickering aside for tonight, please?”

you and lancelot side eye each other but grumble out your respective affirmations. tristan smiles at your compliance.

“now, let the fun begin!!”

remember when you said that partaking in this sleepover wouldn’t be a bad thing? yeah, you take that back. wanna know why? lancelot made it his mission to annoy you tonight.

you’re playing hide and seek? he’s making sure to scout you out first. you’re playing card games? get ready to lose five times in a row. it’s like he gets off at your misery. maybe you should ask his mom to teach you how to conceal your thoughts because this is just getting ridiculous.

“aaaand, i win, again! you really suck at this, princess,” lancelot gives you a smug smirk and it takes all your self restraint to not jump over the table and start brawling with him, but you’d probably lose at that too, so you just pout in annoyance instead.

“that’s just by luck, don’t get cocky!”

“mhm, sureeeeee.”

sensing that your patience has thinned considerably, tristan is quick to intervene. you really might start a fight with lancelot and that’s the last thing you all need. meliodas would definitely give you an earful about how “you need to conduct yourself with decorum,” even though he acts the exact same when your uncle ban pisses him off.

“how about we head to bed? it’s gotten really late,” the silver-haired prince smiles, already packing away the cards.

“oh come on, what’s one more round? the princess seems to be dying for another rematch.”

lancelot disregards the glare you send his way, your brother sighs. “y/n, do you want to play one more round?”

you see a flicker of pleading pool in his different coloured eyes and shake your head. you’ll get lancelot back at your own time, you guess.

“aw, scared i’ll kick your ass again, your highness?”

“shut the fuck up or i’ll shove those cards up your ass,” you hiss at him.

“oh, yeah? how crude of you to speak in such a vulgar way, princess.”

your eye twitches in response to his teasing and isolde is quick to hold you back from doing something you would most definitely regret when morning comes.

“that’s enough! to bed, both of you!”

you pout when tristan takes on a scolding tone of voice, grumbling about how lancelot started it. the man in question just shrugs. if all he had to do was annoy you to get so many cute reactions from you, he might as well make it into a habit. you already do this with him everyday, surely you can take what you dish out.

finally, you all settle into the king sized bed all ready to fall asleep, but there’s one tiny problem. lancelot is right behind you, breathing down your neck. when isolde suggested you all cuddle up on tristan’s bed, you didn’t mind being squished together with your childhood friends and your older brother, but having lancelot behind you was not ideal. it’s not like you hate him or anything, really, you don’t. it’s the opposite actually. you like him, that’s the problem, and you fear that he can hear your heart palpitating or he can hear your thoughts spiralling out of control at how close he is. you can feel his warmth bleeding into your skin. he’s so, so warm.

“can you please stop thinking so loud, princess? it’s hard to get some shut eye when all i hear is how warm i am.” your soul almost leaves your body when lancelot whispers into your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin. you want to crawl into a hole and die there.

“…sorry.”

lancelot can’t hold back the chuckle that escapes him and wraps an arm around you. he leans in close enough to give you a teasing peck on your neck, fully aware of how sensitive you are. “go to sleep, princess.”

gosh, now there’s really no hope for you.

“aww, they’re so cute!!”

“shh… don’t wake them!”

you’re pulled out of your peaceful slumber at the hushed whispers around you. what the hell are the yapping about so early in the morning?

“shut your traps,” you hear lancelot’s voice come out in an annoyed grunt and feel his arms tighten around you. hold on, his what tightened around you?

your eyes flutter open and you see that you’re pressed against his chest, giving you a front row seat to the ethereal sight of the sun illuminating his face just right. wow, he really is a fairy. it’s not fair how beautiful he is, especially so early in the morning.

“like what you see, princess?”

when your eyes meet his ruby ones, you feel as if you’ve died and reached heaven. he grins down at you. you were too busy admiring him that you couldn’t even say anything back, huh?

“good morning to you too, i guess.”

you’re snapped out of your daze and push him away, quickly getting up and making up some half assed excuse before running out of the room. isolde chases after you, fully set on teasing you while the others, with the exception of chion, try to make sure the both of you don’t wake up the entire palace. lancelot chuckles, the image of your flustered face will forever be in the back of his mind. yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

@𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓𝐗𝐑𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬

[sockmeat]

𝔴𝔦𝔭 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

                                                         𓆩♡𓆪

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔅𝔲𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔯

(Black Butler) NONE

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫 ℑ𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔠𝔱

(Genshin Impact) NONE

ℌ𝔞𝔷𝔟𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔩

(Hazbin Hotel) ANGEL DUST x MALE!READER SURPRISE CUDDLE (based on Fizzmodeus comic) ANGEL DUST x MALE!READER SWEET DRAWINGS ANGEL DUST x INEXPERIENCED!TOUCH STARVED!MALE READER + NERVOUS!DOG DEMON IN RUT!MALEREADER (combined ask) SMUT ANGEL DUST x HUGE!BUFF!SWEETHEART!MALE!READER RUINING HIM IN BED + INTIMIDATING!SUBMISSIVE!HEADOVERHEELS!MALE!READER + CARING!SERVICETOP!MALE!READER (combined ask) NSFW

ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔳𝔞 𝔅𝔬𝔰𝔰

(Helluva Boss) NONE

𝔐𝔢𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶

(Metal Family)

𝔖𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔉𝔞𝔠𝔢

(Sally Face) NONE

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔄𝔪𝔞𝔷𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔇𝔦𝔤𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩 ℭ𝔦𝔯𝔠𝔲𝔰

(The Amazing Digital Circus) NONE

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔖𝔦𝔫𝔰

(The Seven Deadly Sins)

𝔗𝔬𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔞 ℑ𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡

(Total Drama Island) MIKE x S/O!READER x PERSONALITIES STORY (from me)

𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖘

(Trolls)

                                                         𓆩♡𓆪

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(c) don't repost!

finally got around to finishing this piece! my oc with hendy

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Looking for a sds x reader fanfiction named "the foreigner" I think they deleted it but still I need answers :( or at least on a different platform.

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【Ｓｅａｓｏｎ　１】

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱ, ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ, ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀʀ ʜᴀᴛ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛᴡɪɢᴏ ᴡʜᴏᴍ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴇᴀꜱɪʟʏ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛꜱ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʏ/ɴ, ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇʀɴɪᴀ, ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛʟʏ ꜱᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɢɪʟᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴇᴠᴇɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʀɴɪᴀ ᴀʟᴇ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʏ/ɴ, ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋꜱᴛᴇʀ ɪᴍᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪɴʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙʏ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ'ꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ - ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴊᴏɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ʙᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ʙᴀɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛꜱ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜɴɢᴇᴏɴ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅɪᴇ - ɢᴏʟɢɪᴜꜱ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ' ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱ, ʏ/ɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ. ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴅ, ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴꜱ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ, ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ɢᴏʟɢɪᴜꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʜᴀꜱᴛʏ ʀᴇᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴇᴍ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ - ᴀꜱ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ʙʏ ʀᴜɪɴ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟʟᴜᴄɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ; ʀᴜɪɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɪᴅ, ᴛʜᴜꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴜɪɴ, ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴇꜱ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇꜱɪᴀ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4

ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴏɴ - ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏx ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ʀᴜᴍᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀʀ ꜱɪɴ ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴜʀꜱᴜᴇʀ - ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ꜱʜᴏᴡᴅᴏᴡɴ; ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ; ʙᴀɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜᴛʜ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏ/ɴ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴛʏʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ʙᴏʏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1

ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘᴜʟꜱᴇ - ʏ/ɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʏʀᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱᴏᴏɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴛɪᴇꜰᴏʟ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴇᴇᴍɪɴɢʟʏ ᴜᴘ, ʙᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟᴀɪɴᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙɪᴅ ꜰᴀʀᴇᴡᴇʟʟ ʙʏ ᴇʟʟᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜɪɢɪ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀɪᴢᴇʟ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴀʟ - ᴠᴇʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɢʀɪᴀᴍᴏʀᴇ, ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴏᴡᴢᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ. ʏ/ɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴏᴜɴᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. ᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɪɴ ʙᴀʀᴢᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʙᴀɴ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴘᴇɴᴛ-ᴜᴘ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀɴ ꜰɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ. ʙᴀɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇʟɪᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ɢʀᴀʙꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴡʀɪꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴀꜱᴛꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ʙʟᴏᴏᴅᴄᴜʀᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴᴏɴ - ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜱ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪQᴜᴇ. ᴋɪɴɢ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʙᴀɴ, ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴꜱᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ. ʜᴇ ꜱᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜰᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴇꜱ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏʟᴅ - ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴠʀᴏɴᴄᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ. ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ 2 ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇꜱᴛ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴛᴜʀɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪꜰʏ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴘᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 4

ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ - ʙᴀɴ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ, ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀꜰᴇᴛʏ, ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ꜱɪᴢᴇ, ʏ/ɴ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴡɪᴇʟᴅꜱ ɢɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴏꜰ ʏ/ɴ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ, ꜰᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟʙʀᴀᴍ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢᴜɪʟᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴡ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 3

ᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱ - ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀʀ ʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀʀᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴀᴡᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʟʟᴀɢᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴꜱ, ᴍɪɴᴜꜱ ᴅɪᴀɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ, ɢᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ. ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜱɪɴ'ꜱ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʀᴍᴏᴜʀ, ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1

ᴜɴʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ - ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ ɢɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ʀᴏᴀʀ ɪɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜᴅʀᴀᴡ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʏ/ɴ, ʙᴀɴ, ᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴘʀᴏᴠᴏᴋᴇᴅ - ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴇᴊᴏɪɴꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ꜱɪɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʙʏ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇʟᴜɢᴇ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ' ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏᴍʀᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇʀʟɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅɪꜱʙᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴡʜʏ ʏ/ɴ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇᴀᴋᴇꜱᴛ. ᴇʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ɪꜱ ᴀʙᴅᴜᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴠɪᴠɪᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ, ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴍᴇʟɪᴏᴅᴀꜱ, ʙᴀɴ, ʏ/ɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴡᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ. ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

[lionwithinferioritycompiex]

I put myself in 7DS!

so basically I drew myself in 7DS style

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[yourcommissar]

Sketches more sketches!

this is a variation on the GoE outfit. I've changed it since 2021 a few times. But in the end I went back relatively to its very first version with a few changes. But in doing so, I wanted to make the new outfit harmonize with Deathpierce’s armor.

I've had this long white dress for a long time. And I think everyone has seen it many times. But besides it, I want to add more outfits for variety. The long version of the dress I use for the time period before the main plot of 7ds. And the short version, I suppose, this is about 1-2 seasons nnt(but it's not exact)

you can see the other collar here. This was the original version of the outfit, but at some point I abandoned the idea.

Deathpierce when he found out that Lucy knew about Hendricksen and Vivian's dealings in Liones, but didn't tell him anything. And now he's wondering if she was their accomplice.

She was in close touch with Vivian and knew of many of her affairs. But she preferred to stay out of it as much as possible. Though when the truth about what was going on in Lioness came out, Lucy had gotten in trouble for it. However, many in Lioness were doing the bidding of Hendriksen and Dreyfus. Therefore, she was justified like everyone else ~

[wherethewolfsbaneblooms]

Queen of the Damned — Demon Lord of Hell Alcina x Dead Reader

Your life was never yours. It belonged to your parents, the Church, and God. A good Christian girl on the outside, no one would've guessed you harbored a dangerous secret. One that you'd take to your grave.

After a terrible loss, in revenge you commit a crime against God - and now you must face the consequences of your sins. When you are condemned to the war-torn Seventh Circle of Hell ruled by the Warden of Violence; a huge demoness with serious anger management issues, violent tendencies, and a tragic past, all of a sudden being damned to Hell doesn't seem so bad after all.

Gather your flame retardant suits folks, we’re all going to Hell for this one 🔥

[wow-skylar]

My persona with all of my Seven Deadly Sins OC's

Front and center: Me! Or rather my persona that I insert into every piece of media I consume 😀. They're a multiversal anomaly, which allows them to be aware of multiple timelines and universes all at once. Can rip powers straight from other worlds (like being able to open tears like Elizabeth in BioShock Infinite) and even open portals to bring objects through (like being able to get the energy sword from Halo). No matter what universe or time period they're in they have access to technology and social media. Posting pictures and updates about whatever tomfoolery they got into. Favorite way to get around is to roller blade but in the way that the one girl does in Big Hero 6. Basically just exists to cause chaos and mess with people and a way for me to be so powerful that it's stupid and laughable which is my favorite kind of powerful.

Back left: Fira. Fira is Phoenix Beastman making them a powerful deity (similar to Camila in GC). In her day to day life they pose as a fire dancer, putting on shows and traveling all over Brittania where they would eventually be found out and forced to go on the run.

Front Left: Arcadia (formerly named Anika iykyk). An OC that I've had for the last 6 years and has been through extreme changes. Arcadia is the sibling to Meliodas and Zeldris being the youngest out of them. When she was very young The Demon King and Supreme Deity made a deal for incase something went wrong in the holy war. The Supreme Deity blessed Arcadia and gifted them the powers of a goddess (hybrid mary-sueish I know..) after the holy war Arcadia wandered around from place to place eventually going to the fairy king's forest where they met King and Helbram, shenanigans ensued and Arcadia wandered around again. After that they wind up in liones after following a lead that Meliodas was being hunted by the kingdom. Wanting to desperately reunite with her brother, she posed as a Holy Knight.

Back right: Quinni/Elianna, even though they're one of my most recent OC's they're much more developed. Quinni was a princess in a small tyrannical Kingdom. She was also completely blind. Her mother was a druid and died when Quinni was 16. Quinni is also related to one of Elizabeth's incarnations, they were sisters. A few days after Quinni's 21st birthday Elizabeth fell 'ill' (really she had fallen unconscious as she was regaining her memories) and Quinni went off alone to pick up some herbs to help Elizabeth. As she was out, one of the knights led her out of the kingdom and into the woods where she was later abducted by a cult that worshipped chaos. That cult managed to summon a small piece of Chaos and bind it to Quinni. Afterwards she took on the name Elianna and using the newfound power, escaped from the cult. One more thing is that as Quinni she has long white hair and white eyes but after being fused with chaos and becoming Elianna their eyes became a soulless black and they have short black hair. Their skin also fades into darkness as if they are part shadow.

Front left: Vietra. Vietra is a goddess who is the sister of the original Elizabeth, being her older sister. She didn't play a very big role in the holy war and was able to get away with it because the Supreme Deity was to busy cursing Elizabeth. She managed to escape the goddess realm before the end of the holy war and wandered Britannia mourning the loss of her sister. The loss drove her mad and the people sparked legends about her calling her the weeping siren. (I came up with this on a whim🥰 I also was going to name her Vienna but then I started thinking about Symmetra from OW and my brain mushed the names together)

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

Have you guys ever watched or heard of an anime called, The Seven Deadly Sins?