It an Unhealthy Relationship

This Is What You Came For

[blackberreh-art]

There's someone waiting for you...

[lazysoftmilk]

Redraw some of my old royalteeth AU art 👀 and redesign to fit my style abit

⚠️All of this not my AU ⚠️

[lazysoftmilk]

Greedy

There he is, Kinger

[lazysoftmilk]

Kinger remarried with coach dictatorer after Ep.9, “TRUST”

[tyagis]

summary: f!reader leaves the straw hat crew to form her own crew, only for luffy to come in and destroy her efforts.

contains: this request, yandere luffy, proofread (but mistakes may be present).

Zoro harboured no open concern for the crew and left that to Nami and Usopp, who held each other, crying and screaming - their tears spoke not just for themselves, but for the entire crew when something didn’t go as planned. Their openness to their emotions welcomed in Chopper, who screamed and cried with them.

Sanji would watch from afar, Robin would lean against Franky with a book in hand, Brook would sing a song, and Zoro would stand guard; he’d feel at ease to hear the voice and laughter of his Captain, who’d fail at comforting them - he was the source for their anxieties, after all.

However, it was different today.

Sanji was still watching, Robin was still reading, Franky was still a human couch to be leaned on, Brook was still singing and Zoro was still standing guard.

His Captain was not speaking; his Captain was not laughing.

Luffy was sat at the table, a bunch of cards placed in front of him, his hands clasped together, as he focused intently on the mess before him. His stomach rumbled, his cup of sake was full, and his clothes were scruffy.

“Curlybrow, stand guard.”

Zoro said it as he walked past and Sanji opened his mouth to complain, until he saw where Zoro was headed.

“Luffy,” Zoro said his name as he took the empty spot beside him. “The cards aren’t going to play for themselves.”

Silence filled the air.

The crying stopped, so did the screams, and all eyes were on Luffy and Zoro.

Luffy did not say anything. He did not want to.

But when Zoro reached out for the cards, his hand went to Zoro’s wrist.

“I’m planning.” Luffy says. “This is helping.”

“Planning what?”

“On bringing her back.”

Silence.

Nami and Usopp shared a concerned glance whilst Sanji smoked his cigarette.

Everyone was listening.

“How?”

“If not with words then by force,” Luffy stood up. “It’s my fault she was captured by the marines, it’s my duty as Captain to bring her back. She’s my priofirty.”

“Priofirty?” Zoro blinked. Let out a tsk. “You mean priority idiot.”

Luffy waved him off.

“Same thing.”

“It really isn’t.” Usopp mumbled.

“She made her decision. We have to accept it.”

“I won’t accept it.”

“Luffy,” Sanji called out. “A question for you.”

“What is it, Sanji?”

“Every person that Name has gathered for her crew was either bruised or missing. Was that your doing?”

In response, Luffy grinned, and everyone groaned.

“How?” Chopper blinked.

“Roosterhead.”

“Bartolomeo?” Nami blinked. “Seriously?"

“He said he couldn’t find her.” Luffy explained. “So I got angry.”

“Has he found her now?” Zoro asked.

Luffy nods.

Then, Zoro stands.

Luffy frowned.

“If your orders are to retrieve her, I will retrieve her.”

“Zoro—” Nami starts.

“Nami,” Robin cuts in. “I’m in agreement with Zoro.”

“Seriously?” Nami grumbled. “Name made her choice, we have to respect it!”

“It was a pretty dumb choice, Nami-san.” Sanji says, looking at Luffy. “I’m in agreement too. Just this once.”

“Me too!”

“Me three!” Chopper and Franky say at the same time, as Brook laughs and agrees too.

Nami had no choice and reluctantly she nods with a bunch of grumbles.

“What if she doesn’t agree?”

“I won’t take no for an answer.”

Nami sighed.

Idiots.

—

You knew you made a mistake leaving the Straw Hats when Bartolomeo kidnapped your second in command. It was late at night, the moon was not visible, with all hands on deck. You stood tall in your billowing cape, the very same cape that Luffy had gifted you after rescuing you from the marines, only for you to leave without him.

It was terrifying being captured, and you left out of fear - he promised to protect you and he failed.

You gave out orders, spent weeks in the navigation room trying to find them but your efforts were for naught. Then, it was the medic, and then it was your navigator.

Your crew questioned the future of your pirating and the power of the infamous Mugiwara no Luffy and one by one, they turned up battered and bruised with a “I quit” on their lips, or they never turned up at all!

“I had to do it Name-senpai,” Bartolomeo said as he put up his barrier to protect himself from your attacks. “Luffy-senpai gave me no choice, he was not happy!”

Now you were at a tavern, drinking your problems away and deciding your next move.

“What do you want, Roronoa?”

You knew it was him by his scent.

You were too tired to care anymore.

“For you to come back.” Zoro leans against the bar, drinking his sake.

“I don’t want to.”

“Understandable. But not for Luffy.”

Luffy.

Your tongue hits the roof of your mouth, a bitter feeling settles inside of you, and you rise to leave.

Sanji was in the back with Nami and Chopper; Brook and Robin and Franky were in a corner. Usopp was busy playing a game of cards to earn Nami some money, but his eyes would land on you from time to time.

You don’t ask the question that was on the tip of your tongue. You knew you weren't going to like the answer.

You leave, and they let you, but something was very wrong. You go to the beach where your ship was docked - it was nowhere to be found.

All that was left was your things, and Luffy who sat by the fire, an unpleasant look on his face.

“We’re leaving.”

“You’re leaving.”

“Sit down, Name.”

“No.” You snap.

He extended his arms and pulled you closer. You were forced to sit beside him. He did not let go.

“I don’t like doing things like this but if I have to do this to get you to stay, I will do this to get you to stay. I don’t like it when things that belong to me go missing.”

“I’m not a thing.”

“You’re right. Sorry. A person.”

“That’s even worse.” You grumble. “Now let me go.”

“I did once. Didn’t like it.” He takes off his Straw Hat and placed it on your head. “Are we going to do this the nice way or are we going to do this the bad way?”

You struggle in his arms. He grins.

Tears form in your eyes.

“I hate you!” You scream.

“Good,” Luffy purrs into your ear, and rubs his cheek to your neck. “At least you feel something for me.”

“You let them take me!”

“I know. It won’t happen again. It’s my fault.” Luffy kissed your pulse. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“We can work on that.” He pulls you onto his lap, still grinning, as he pats your head. “There there.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Thank you,” Luffy gets up with you in his arms. “You don’t need your room anymore, you’ll be sharing with me! You can have your room as a spare room for your reading and stuff and we can eat meat together there.”

He takes you to the Sunny and puts your things onto the deck, and guides you towards his bedroom.

“Zoro and the others are gathering supplies.”

He sets you down on his bed.

He was pleased when you cling onto his shirt.

He couldn’t stop grinning.

“There there.” Luffy pats your head. “There there. You’ll never leave me again will you?”

You couldn’t stop your head from shaking.

“Good,” Luffy pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I want to go home.”

“You are home.” Luffy pressed another kiss to your forehead.

It did feel like home, but you couldn’t trust him anymore. Finally you look at him. You blink and the last of your tears fall.

His grin softened to a gentle smile, and he almost looked like your happy, jolly Luffy, until you noticed the glint in his eyes.

He still wasn’t happy.

“If you leave again, more people will suffer.”

He was telling the truth.

You look at the scar on his chest. He brings your hands to his face and kisses your palm.

Then, he takes his Straw Hat from your head and puts it on his head.

“They hurt me.” You whisper.

“And I made them suffer because of it. That doesn’t mean you leave me behind.”

Luffy gets on top of you.

“I need to hear you say it. Say you won’t leave me.”

“I won’t leave you.”

He scanned your face, saw what he wanted, then the glint was gone.

“Good!” Luffy laughed. “I’ll tell Usopp to throw a party! Let’s have fun together!”

He walked out of the door, still laughing, and your eyes find his hand.

He was holding a key.

“Luffy,” Nami says, hands to her hips. “Is that really necessary?”

They were back with the supplies.

“Of course,” Luffy locked the door, and turned to face her. “It’s only until she feels safe again.”

“Wouldn’t that make her feel unsafe?” Chopper asked, curious.

“No,” Luffy tucked the key into his trousers. “We’re all going to be here for her. Right, Zoro?”

“Right.”

Hours later, when Luffy unlocked the door and joins you in bed, did you accept his outstretched arms, and begin to accept your fate.

[siswritesyanderes]

Would you be willing to write for yandere volturi kings with a regressor? I'm so starved for content from them and your twilight stuff is literally the best for agere. Love you so much!!!! ❤🖤

(Okay, from your phrasing I'm assuming you mean their darling already has agere proclivities before they get involved, so here we go. Also, the gender coding around the reader character is not entirely neutral, so do let me know in a follow-up ask if you want me to approach it differently in the future.)

...

It happened after the confrontation with the Cullens over their hybrid.

The kings weren't looking for a little; they were looking for humans who could help them to grow hybrids of their own. That was why they had taken to evaluating the prey that Heidi brought in a bit longer, before eating them. Some of the lucky ones got to be the mothers of half-vampire children. Those who consented, of course.

(They were not actually lucky at all, but that's not what this story is about.)

You were taking a tour of Volterra with your boyfriend. Dressed comfortably, in loose-fitting walking clothes with your hair in two ponytails, tied off with ribbons– enough to feel like yourself, without being so "little" that it registered as odd to strangers.

When the tour guide led your group into an incredible throne room, you were surprised to see three men in fancy period costume waiting there, to receive you all. There had been no notice that a reenactment or presentation or anything more than a tour was going to happen.

One of the men was introducing himself as Aro, in a grand voice, like a fairy tale king or wizard, and he was shaking the hands of different tour members. He was talking, while he shook each hand. Giving a bunch of flowery titles for himself, in different languages. It was hard to tell if the handshakes were supposed to give him more time to say all the titles or if the titles were supposed to give him more time to shake all the hands, but it definitely felt like he was vamping.

You preemptively shifted to stand behind your boyfriend, so the performer wouldn't be able reach you. You always felt kind of iffy about touching strangers. It wasn't a full-on phobia, but you avoided it where possible.

But when Aro reached your boyfriend and shook his hand, he paused instead of moving on through the room. Something seemed to make him curious; the handshake went on for a full two beats longer than any of the others, and he'd stopped making up new lines for his self-intro.

Then suddenly, your boyfriend was being effortlessly manhandled aside, and the performer's eyes were on you. (They were bright red. Why were they bright red?) And his hand took yours. Such a cold hand.

You grimaced, but in the crowded room, in the midst of some sort of dramatic monologue, you couldn't make too much of a fuss.

He glanced back at the other two men on their thrones. You couldn't see or hear them speaking to each other, but when later you would reflect on that day, you supposed that some sort of exchange must have taken place.

"Heidi," the man called your tour guide over, then gestured with his head toward a door in the back of the room.

Heidi drew you after her. You didn't understand where you were going, or why, but it seemed natural to follow Heidi without asking questions.

The door behind the thrones led to a stone hallway. A long and dark hallway. You had been trailing along with Heidi for at least a full minute before the screams started up in the throne room, and yet the echoes of them reached you clear as day. You wheeled around, stunned by the ferocity of the noise– the sheer number of screams, the fear in each one.

"Follow me," Heidi urged. "We can discuss that later."

The room she led you to was like a very fancy hotel room. She left you there without a word of context and even locked the door. All the questions you hadn't seemed able to ask while walking with Heidi suddenly rose to the front of your mind, and now you were alone, with no one to interrogate.

But you did not have to stay there long.

Later, you would learn that that room and the next several rooms beside it were identically set up to support the people who consented to birth hybrid vampires for the Volturi. But you weren't to be one of those.

Shortly, Heidi returned for you and brought you back to the throne room.

There was a metallic smell on the air that made you uneasy, and your entire tour group seemed to have left. Even your boyfriend.

"Where'd...everybody go?" you asked, unease tightening your throat.

"Oh, my dear," Aro giggled. If he'd seemed touchy before, now he really couldn't keep his hands to himself; right away, his palms were framing your face in an uncomfortably affectionate way, for a complete stranger. "Don't worry yourself about that. We'll have Chelsea by to give you a trim in a moment. My my, what a fascinating treat you are."

"I need to go," you said breathlessly, blinking back tears of frustration. "I have to leave, right now."

"Let it run," one of the other fancy men said. "Better if it gets all that out of its system now."

"No, no, there's no need, I don't think," Aro crooned. "We don't like to antagonize others, do we, ὦ γλυκύτατον?" His hands finally dropped from your face. He pressed one to his chest and said, "I am Aro. This is Caius and Marcus. You will be staying with us from now on, καλλίστη."

"I can't...I don't..." Your voice failed you, as you looked around at all the crimson eyes which were fixed on you. "I need to go home. Where is everybody?"

"It is a lovely one," remarked the man who hadn't spoken yet– the one called Marcus. "But a shame to sever a bond so innocent and pure."

"All the better, brother, to have it for ourselves," Aro said.

"What happened to the others?" you whispered.

"Gone the way of mortal flesh, my dear. Worry not; Chelsea will fix it so you don't grieve long. Then we'll have you fitted for something more suitable to wear around your new home. I have already informed Gianna of your favorite colors."

[bunnis-yanderes]

Aurelian, the pretty yandere!elf boy has found himself in your house while you’re asleep again.

When you feel like you’re suffocating in your sleep, that’s because he’s curled up on top of you, head resting on your chest so he can listen to you breathe.

He’s ears are so sensitive to sound, so he even hear your heart thump faster when his fingers trail down your soft tummy to the waistband of your panties.

“Pink again, hmm? Wore these for me?” he coos, soft enough to not wake you, but loud enough for it to affect your dreams. That’s the thing about elves, their words hold power over humans.

A wet spot appears on your panties, and he’s delighted that your dreams are growing filthier by the second.

But no, he doesn’t touch you. Not yet, not until he can make sure you’re completely under his control.

“My angel… you can have this and so much more… you just have to give in and let me love you.”

He kisses your neck, right over your pulse point, his teeth grazing the sensitive area. By this point your breathing has grown heavy, your thighs twitching.

But, he simply presses down on that damp spot, his fingers circling your clit through your panties. “Precious little thing… you have no idea what I could do to you right now…”

You awake suddenly, heart racing and panties embarrassingly wet. For a moment you thought you could see something sitting on top of you… but there was nothing there in your dark room.

Your curtains rustled, flowing gently from the breeze your open window let in. You got up and closed it without a second thought. All that was on your mind was dealing with the head between your legs.

Aurelian stood across the street, his red eyes shimmering in the moonlight as he watched you pull back the curtains, shielding you from his view.

“Goodnight, darling.”

[zizzlearts]

Did a little fun collab with @marilikescats ❤️

Sketch by @marilikescats

Full colored drawing by me

[marilikescats]

Art Collab I did with @zizzlearts

Sketch by @zizzlearts

Rendering by me

[kokoorok]

Angel AU

Biblically accurate Caine form

[koipepo]

Drawing sammick concept i had in mind but ran out of steam quick :(

[siswritesyanderes]

Hello, I love rereading your Inheritance Cycle stories. They just always bring me joy those and the Drukkari ones. I was wondering how the elves would deal with Murtagh and Eragon getting sick. Like humans just get sick sometimes. Would they use magic to fix it or use it as an opportunity to get them to regress more (especially Murtagh)?

(Thank you!)

When Eragon first gets sick, Murtagh watches how the elves behave. Watches the herbs they crush, the flowers they pluck and milk for nectar. Watches every time they touch his brother's skin, and especially listens close to every word they murmur over him.

It seems that they are trying to help him; the paste they smear across his chest does make the cough sound less horrible, and his body doesn't burn so hot once they've poured their odd elixirs into his mouth. Everything they do, a symptom eases.

But the illness itself seems no closer to passing.

"Have you no cure for this?" he asks– in the Ancient Language, so as to hear the truth.

"It is endearing how you guard after your brother," one of the elves replies.

He does not get an answer about a cure.

And the next morning, he awakes with just as heavy a fever and just as bad a cough as he's seen Eragon suffer. There are other symptoms: his limbs feel heavy, and he's very sensitive to touch. Distantly, he wonders whether Eragon lacks these symptoms or if he just couldn't refer to them, either because he is so ill or because he has been so babied that it no longer occurs to him to speak up for himself.

The fever becomes the thing that upsets Murtagh the most. He can withstand the pain of the cough, but the heat is oppressive. It makes him tired and keeps him from rest. His pride dissolves before it. When the elves come with their cool cloths and their cooling words, he grasps at them desperately– with what little movement he can manage.

"Ebrithil," he finds himself almost whining, as Oromis takes his time giving Eragon a drink of water.

The elf shushes him tenderly. Murtagh feels his mind grazing over the walls that Murtagh still holds firm around his. (The one defense he fastidiously maintains.) "Do not begrudge your brother his time, little one. He needs it just as badly as you do."

Murtagh hears Thorn let out an agitated breath, and he hears the heavy slide of scale against stone which he's learned to mean that Glaedr has wrapped his tail around the smaller dragons.

When Oromis comes with the water, Murtagh can't stop himself from whimpering at the first taste, the cool sensation that momentarily chases away the awful fever. The elf's hand caresses Murtagh's face, and Murtagh does not care because the hand feels cool to the touch.

"Ebrithil," he says again. "Please. Heal this. I can't stand it."

"In time. In time, my child. The fever will break." Then Oromis starts to murmur a few words of the Ancient Language, and Murtagh can only catch the first few before sleep takes him.

[ipodsister]

Love thinking about the potential freakiness Mark would have with Cecil. Like... I like to think Mark has less inhibition with Cecil because in his head Cecil is akin to this unflappable, always in control, powerful figure (even if in reality Cecil is shitting his pants when Mark gets worked up.)

Smth I like to think about is Mark easily getting carried away groping and kissing Cecil, squeezing and licking him and dragging his teeth over his skin just caught up in how big his feelings for Cecil are, while Cecil is white knuckling the armrests of his seat trying to keep it together and acutely aware the same hands that have punched through concrete are all over him and getting rough.

[of-mutts-and-men]

Thinking about aggressive scent marking. A monster pounding your breeding hole hard and raw and cumming inside for a few seconds before pulling out and spraying thick ropes of seed all over your stomach, chest, and face. Even demanding that you open your mouth for it too before pushing back inside to finish off their first big load.

[hysteric-boy]

Puppy who won’t leave the house mutt alone. He’s trying to nap on his bed but puppy keeps yipping and bouncing around him, biting his ears and trying to get him to play.

“Pup! Leave him alone, he’s old. He doesn’t want to play right now.” Their owner scolds him, and puppy is usually so good at listening. Once owner says stop he usually goes and finds something else to occupy himself with.

But the pup is in a mood today. He keeps messing with the mutt until he’s snapped at and pinned, whimpering and crying when mutt digs his teeth into the back of puppy’s neck.

When owner comes out from kitchen and finds his poor pup being split open on mutts cock he just sighs.

“I told you to leave him alone, pup.”

[justaiilhazbinfan]

royalteeth doodle 😛

"Caught"

[sequoia-draws]

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