#✨ • anon reqs

[rissouu]

Hi, how’s your morning/afternoon/evening going so far? Can we get some plug Jean text messages? 🫣

hi babyyyy it’s going okay, and yours!?

[noemilivv]

HIYA HIYA!!! this is the super energetic bro that u matched with velvette, qnd I was curioussss to requesttttt smthhh (also maybe if u want to easier identify me I could be ✨️anon??)

Ok! SO! ~Imagine~ maybeee that angel has a person he is romantically interested in (reader)

And so reader is ~severely introverted~ and thus, not much is know about them. But! Charlie is leading a art group one day, for like, rehab bc art therapy is super big, and reader is really good at it, and basically drops lore that they where in college to be an art therapist‼️

And so‼️

Maybe angel, seeing this opportunity to get closer, and was like- "ayo want me to model 4 u??👀👀" and reader is like " pls wear clothes this isn't gunna be nude modeling bc I will get super embarrassed" and so basically soft fluff of reader painting angel and getting to know each other and confession

Mayybbee a oneshot?? If ur willing! Nor pressure

Also make sure to take time to urself and rest and eat water and drink food!!!

Lots of love from a silly Lil fan!! :))

hello dear!! ofc you can be ✨ anon, you’re already on my list haha, as i’ve stated in the past, im not amazing at oneshots, but here’s my take on this !

Warnings: Mentions of Nudity, Lazily written (sorryyyy), Pretty short

“Smooth Talker”

Angel Dust x Artist!Reader

After one of Charlie’s…interesting exercises, Vaggie suggests that the group should do therapy art, since y’know, it calms the soul. And Charlie couldn’t be more eager to do so!

The lobby was set up with canvases, paints, brushes, everything you could need!

Unlike most of Charlie’s previous activities, almost everyone was willing to participate, although Husk and Alastor kinda stood off to the side and watched.

Charlie was painting a cartoon version of Razzle and Dazzle, Vaggie was painting a sunset based off of the lesbian flag, Pentious was painting him in his war machine taking over Hell, and Niffty? Eh.. You don’t wanna know..

You on the other hand? Stood in front of your canvas, clueless, “Y’know, I could model for you..” Angel says into your ear.

Your head turned to face him “Sure.” You say nonchalantly before turning back to your canvas.

“Wait really?-”

“Just please keep your clothes on.”

Eventually you had moved your stuff over to the other side of the lobby so Angel could pose on the couch.

He had a soft smirk, as he layed on the couch, his arm propping up his face. Although, he began to get fidgety, messing with his fluff.

“Stop moving.” You said with a soft smile.

Angel kept messing his fluff. “Ange!”

“Gee, sorry!” He said, chuckling, moving his arm back to its original position.

“So uh, how’d you get into all this?” Angel asked as the sketching of your pencil went to a stop and you began actually painting it. “College, back when I was alive I wanted to be an art therapist.” You explained.

“Fitting.” He murmured. For the most part, it was silent, a comforting silence though, the presence of each other was oddly soothing.

“Okay.” You muttered, squiggling your signature down at the bottom of the canvas quickly, “I’m done.” You announce to him, turning the canvas around to show him.

Angel perks up immediately, amazed by your skill, he slowly gets up off the couch to get a closer look. “Damn…” He said, his voice above a whisper, “Can I… Can I keep it?” He asked, hopeful that you might say yes, “Duh.” You giggled.

“For once the smooth talker is shocked, that’s new.” You say with a smirk. “And for once the introvert is talking back, that’s new.” Angel replies, but the usual attitude in his voice isn’t there, his voice is barely above a whisper as his eyes are still entranced with the painting.

You take the painting off the stand and hand it to Angel. You look over to a nearby window notice the sun is setting, despite the red sky still being as clear as day, “It’s getting late, I’m gonna head up to my room.” You say. “Yeah… Me too.”

As you and Angel are both walking to your rooms, you don’t say much, until a voice pipes up, “Y’know, I really owe ya for the painting.” Angel says, still looking at it, “Owe me what?” You ask, as you both arrive at your door.

“A date, maybe.” Angel says, pecking your forehead, “Stop by my room at eight tomorrow, if your interested~”

[chrisevansdaughter]

Scott and Chris always scare each other… what about Chris accidentally scares his little toddler reader who just got up from a nap?

Maybe only Scott can calm her down after this🥺 ???

Scare games gone wrong

Paring: Brother Chris & Scott x toddler! Reader

Summary; in the height of the lockdowns for the pandemic we all remember the scare games. Let’s just see one of those times it goes wrong.

Of course the whole point of war for the other not to know when it was going to happen but add their baby sister into the mix one afternoon.

All hell breaks loose.

Scott had put y/n down for a nap and was just chilling in the kitchen. Chris no where to be seen. He knew that probably meant a scare was being schemed, but Chris wouldn’t do that whilst she was napping right? He thought.

Time went by, he was just catching up on work, reading new scripts and replying to emails whilst listening out for if y/n woke up.

Most of the time she’d just climb out of bed because she had toddler bed with a rail just for her comfort and the brothers piece of mind.

Chris went to go scare Scott running round the corner into the kitchen, he soon found out he didn’t run into to him or dodger it was a sleepy y/n with her messy bed head, dummy hanging off her sleep suit and blankie tailing behind.

“Rawr!!! Scott I got you!!!” Chris screamed.

Tears lines her eyes, conflicted at why chrissy just did that, loud cries engulfed the entire room, echoing into the living room where Scott was currently going through emails on the couch.

“Chris what the hell is going on!” He asks as he walks into the kitchen, y/n running to him away from Chris. “Come here bubbas, you’re okay, it’s okay.” He tries to console a sleepy little y/n who’s basically having a meltdown.

Chris was sheepishly stood by the fridge, trying to make y/n a bottle as a little “I’m sorry”

It took a while for Scott to calm her down, before she would even let Chris anywhere near her or even let him try and get a word in without crying again.

“Bubs, come here sweet girl I’ve got something for you” He says as he shakes the bottle up for it to be ready to present to his little love.

“Mhmh Crissy” she mumbles from behind her dummie snuggling more into Scott before fully giving Chris another chance.

“I’m sorry sunshine, Chrissy is sorry baby” he sits in her room on the nursing seat that his sister insisted upon for her room at his house.

He rocks her as he tells her how much he loves her and how sorry he is, looking down at a sleepy milk drunk bubba lull herself back into her sleepy slumber he interrupted.

He knows next time, scare games can go wrong.

And let’s just say Scott wasn’t happy with him for the rest of the day…

Thank you guys so much for being patient and understanding with my massive absence on here. I just appreciate you all so much and that you guys still want me to write your requests.

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[batwritings]

Bat, I’ve gotta say- All this talk about the shark man (Shark bait hooh Ha ha) (I’m so sorry-) has gotten me in the mood for our favourite boy-

So, pray tell- Could we maybe get a bit of somniphila with him? :3

Also-

Dude- You’re literally the best-

Like-

The ✨b e s t✨

-🇬🇧✨

Aha, I don't know about the best ^^; I'm glad you think so though! And....oh. Somno you say? I think I can handle that >:) Enjoy~!

Warning! This work will contain somnophilia! Consent has been given beforehand, but if this not your vibe, please do not read! Thank you!

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Foolish was a builder, the best builder at that! Very few could compare to his skills and his builds? Just as phenomenal. But all that gathering? All that moving and putting together materials? It was no surprise he was exhausted when he flopped into bed that night.

Now, there was an unspoken rule within your relationship with the shark hybrid. You understood that he would become exhausted rather easily, and he knew you had needs, just like he did. He made you a promise that should he ever be just too dead tired to satiate your needs, you were free to use his body.

So that's how you found yourself in your current position. You were hidden beneath the covers, mouth and hands busy working your lovely hybrid partner to erectness. Thoughts of being bent over and absolutely destroyed had been running through your head all day. 'Must've been a full moon,' you thought as your mouth popped off one of Foolish's members.

Under any other circumstance, you would've been disappointed when your totem hybrid partner dropped dead asleep the minute he walked in the door, but you'd been wanting to try this for a while now. Slowly you slipped from beneath the covers, lining up your eager entrance with the front most of Foolish's members. You bit hard into your lip as you sank down onto him, trying in desperation to keep your noises quiet if not in entirely.

"Y...N..." The hybrid mumbles, your activities clearly affecting his dreams. A harsh sigh leaves your throat as you bottom out, working the other erect member with your soft hand. Slowly and carefully do you lift yourself up, starting to ride Foolish's cock.

The two of you moan in near synchronization, yours far more hushed than the man beneath you. You're trying in vain not to get too overzealous, but the way your sleeping lover filled you, the way the ridges of his cock rub in all the right places? You couldn't help the loud whine that left you as you neared your completion with each bounce.

Slowly, emerald eyes fluttered open, dazed and tired. The arousal coursing through his body was enough of a clarification as Foolish called your name. "I'm s-sorry baby," you moaned, your pumps losing the rhythm of you bouncing on his member. "I just really needed this. Wanted you to feel good too!"

A tired chuckle leaves his lips. "Go on baby," he growled, voice thick with sleep and arousal. It sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine; you'd only heard his voice like this on the mornings his ruts started. "Make yourself feel good for me."

You didn't need to be told twice. Your erratic rocking of your hips came quicker as pleasure coursed through your every fiber. Your climax crashed into you like a freight train, your head lolling back as you rode yourself stupid. You barely registered the warm splashes of cum that painted your insides and that grazed your back.

Panting harshly, you brought your head forward again, suddenly more aware of what you'd just done. You opened your mouth to say something, to confirm that what you'd just done was okay. Much to your dismay, you were met with a snore, Foolish having passed back out from exhaustion.

You huffed a laugh, shaking your head fondly as you eased yourself out of the totem's lap. Gentle as you could be, you went about cleaning up after yourself, making sure both your equipment and Foolish's was clear of excess cum. You chuckled a little at the shiver of overstimulation it brought your eternal partner before you covered him back up.

You tucked yourself beside him, his webbed hand instinctively wrapping around your waist and pulling you close, even in sleep. You sighed softly against his chest. You really couldn't ask for a better partner you thought as you started to drift off.

Even in his sleep, he always met your needs.

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It’s not on your whitelist but you said to ask if it’s not- would you do requests for legend of Zelda?

sure, i wouldnt mind taking requests for it!

[t4yce]

Hello! can i request gifs of jimbo's look from the "All Stars 8 LIVE Winner’s Reaction" from the rpdr youtube channel ???

Hey! Sure you can, I hope these are alright! [x]

[always-just-red]

I've been lookin for a writer who takes reqs for lnds 😭 Can i req sfw hcs/one-shot (choose which one u prefer more) for sylus & fem/gn reader?

I remember there was one call for zayne x mc where mc called zayne accidentally because mc was drunk & mc called zayne (accidentally) instead of booking a cab (mc did book a cab but w/ a wrong destination).

Can i maybe req what if the scenario is like that but it's w/ sylus instead? Feel free to tell me if this req is too much or if u wanna decline it, thanks a lot!

My first Sylus fic! Yay! (Don't look at me Rafayel 🥰) Anon your mind is so powerful! This prompt was so much fun to write, so thank you, hope you enjoy!

Wrong Number

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way...

Genre: fluff, kinda ends on an angsty note (sorry 😇)

Warnings/Additional tags: drunk reader, some swearing, humour, uses of 'sweetie' and 'kitten', threat of violence/death at the start, a slight bit of suggestion (it's Sylus, ok? He's having ✨fun✨)

| Word count: 2k | Masterlist |

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Mr. Sylus, please! It was an honest mistake— almost indistinguishable from a genuine protocore, I swear!”

Sylus is lounging back in a plush leather armchair, feeling thoroughly short-changed as he turns about a fake protocore with his fingers. He’s been listening to this noise for almost a full minute, growing awfully impatient, though he did like the last excuse.

“Say that again,” he drawls with a sinister smile.

“It was an honest mistake,” the black-market dealer stutters, tripping over his words. “It was almost indistinguishable from a—”

“Almost indistinguishable…” Sylus confirms. “Almost. Almost.” He’s savouring each syllable— tasting them like wine.

“It would have fooled almost anyone!”

“Almost anyone?” Sylus laughs, and it’s a wicked, dangerous thing. “Well yes, I rather think that’s the point. But it didn’t fool just anyone, did it? It fooled you.”

His smile is gone in an instant, his hand closing around the fake protocore, splintering it with a crack. He drops bloodied, sapphire fragments from his palm, red and blue, red and blue, and they skitter across the hardwood floor like rain.

“Please, Mr. Sylus!” the dealer pleads, desperate. “I’ll do anything! I will! I’ll make it up to you!”

“No, thanks.” Sylus studies his palm as it heals. “I’ve had my fill of fake protocores.”

“Sylus!”

The leader of Onychinus stands, drawing his gun with a customary apathy. Dark energy manifests, twisting around the dealer’s limbs, holding him still, while a lone tendril crawls around his mouth, holding him silent. He’s struggling, but he should know better. He should have known better from the very beginning. With a wistful smile, Sylus levels the gun with his head, and—

Something rings.

His red gaze shoots up, instinctively seeking Luke and Kieran, but they shrug from their station at the other side of the room. The sound is closer than that, anyway. Glaringly more familiar. Sylus’s spare hand goes to his pocket, and he draws out his phone.

“Mmm?” he greets, thumb sliding across the screen as he puts it to his ear.

There’s only one person who calls him at this time of night.

“Where are you?” your voice echoes from the other side of the line.

“That’s a question I prefer not to answer without knowing what motivates it.”

“Wha— Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetie,” he drones.

There’s a moment of silence. “Shit.”

It’s not the reaction he aspires to, but you sound agitated, so he’s going to let it slide. There’s a loud crackle from the speaker, followed by a few, harsher sounds, and he pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. His eyes are trained on the man at his feet, but he lowers his gun, distracted.

“What are you—” he begins, but then he identifies the sound. It’s a finger— your finger— jabbing away at a screen. “If I didn’t know any better, Miss Hunter, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”

“No…” you deny too quickly. It’s still there: the tapping. Like Mephisto, pecking furiously at a locked window from outside. A few more jabs, and then…

The call cuts out.

Sylus scoffs, looking down at his now silent phone in disbelief. He flops back into his chair, tossing his gun onto a side table before hitting the button to call you back. You know he’s not a patient man, but you don’t pick up the first time, and so he has to try again. He can be patient for you— he tells himself— as he thinks up some creative ways for you to return the charity. Speaking of charity…

His gaze drops to the dealer. “Get out,” he sneers.

The man doesn’t have to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as his blood-dark bindings retract, practically throwing himself towards the room’s exit. Luke pushes open the door, the intense music of the nightclub beating through the gap, but Kieran’s being less helpful. He steps into the doorway, blocking any escape. He feints right. Then left. Behind the masks, both men are laughing.

Eventually Kieran steps aside. He shoves the dealer the rest of the way through the door as Luke kicks it shut, and they exchange a high-five.

Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. His call connects.

“Hello?” You’re back. “Finally! Where are you? I don’t see you.”

“Still me, sweetie.”

“Sylus?” you actually whine. It’s adorable. “Why is it you? Go away.”

“No,” he lilts tunefully, and then he’s coaxing: “I want to help you, kitten. Won’t you let me help you? Tell me, who are you trying to call?”

Frustration spills from you— fake, exaggerated sobs tearing themselves from your throat. “The taxi, Sy,” you whine again. “The stupid taxi, ok? It’s not here. It’s meant to be here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Ha!” you exclaim like you’ve evaded a masterplan, and not a casually asked, run-of-the-mill question. “No. Nice try, but no. You wanna help me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then leave me alone!”

With— he can imagine— some sort of theatrical flourish, you deliver your phone a final, decisive tap. It beckons a fateful silence. Sylus brings his phone in front of his face, unmoved by the moment’s gravitas. There’s a pop-up on the screen. Kitten: requesting video chat.

He smiles to himself. Then accepts. “Hi sweetie.”

Your face is lighting up his screen, your cheeks flushed, your brow furrowed, and your eyes sharp with determination. “Why can I— wait, why can I see you? Get out of my phone, Sy!”

“My, my,” he tuts, but he’s smiling still, “look at you— the illustrious Miss Hunter. It is a relief to know the fate of Linkon rests in such… reliable hands.”

“What d’you mean?” you mumble.

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re drunk!”

He chuckles. “And there’s that infamous wit.”

You bite your lip as you ignore him, still fixated on trying to end the call. It occurs to him that you will eventually succeed; even a broken clock is right twice a day. “Listen to me, sweetie. Are you alone?”

His tone is sober enough for the two of you, and your exasperated eyes meet his. “Yeah.”

“Then be a good girl and send me your location. You remember how to do that, right?” He carefully enunciates each word of his plan. “I’ll come and get you, but I need to know where you are. Don’t go with anyone else. Wait for me, ok?”

You’re nodding away, the odd ‘mmhmm’ escaping your lips, but you’re not at all listening. He catches on after a minute. Trails off— realises your gaze is too vacant, and your focus? Wandering. You’re cradling your phone with both hands. His view is interrupted as your thumb passes over the camera; you’re… stroking the screen?

“You’re so pretty, Sy,” you murmur breathlessly.

His gaze softens. He sighs, “You’re pretty too.”

Then you make a sound he’s never heard before: you squeak, the phone’s audio almost cutting out. A blush is spreading through your cheeks, so much darker than the alcohol’s afterglow, and gods he wishes your face was in his hands. The vision is short-lived, however, because suddenly you’re gone.

There’s a circling view of a dark street, split by streaks of white light, as your phone careens through the air. It strikes concrete a moment later, stuttering to a stop, and Sylus’s grimace deepens with each jarring crack. Your screen has gone black, but he doesn’t think it’s broken. He’s face down, apparently— subjected to an unexciting view of the pavement.

“Oh, shit!” He hears you gasp.

Though your voice is far away, your phone is in your grasp again in no time. You’re turning it over, peering down at him, tracing the outline of his face with worry. “Sorry, Sy. Are you ok?”

“I’ll survive.” He raises an eyebrow. “You know, if you wanted to throw me around, you only needed to ask.”

His voice has dropped, and he loves watching you notice. You stand from your crouch with a smirk, bringing him with you— a dark idea in your eyes. “Wanna go again?”

Before he can protest, he’s looking at the back of your head. Your arm is stretched behind you, gearing up to send him on another short flight.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he interrupts, panicking briefly, but you’d never detect it with all your wits about you, let alone none. He’s brought in front of your face again, and you’re frowning oh so sweetly. “I asked you to do something, remember?”

“You told me to do something.”

So pedantic. “What did I tell you to do, sweetie?”

You don’t say anything. There’s a short huff as you blow hair from your face, and then you’re concentrating. You have that look he likes: the one you get when you’re whittling away at your paperwork like a good little hunter. The same stubborn resolve, too, that makes you lean over it when he or Mephisto are conveniently behind your shoulder.

Your location comes through with a ping and his smile widens. He’s up in a heartbeat, telling you he’s on his way— that you did such a good job— and that you need to stay on the phone with him, ok? He spins his fingers as he passes between Luke and Kieran, a gesture they’ve long grown accustomed to and can easily translate.

I'm leaving. Clean this up.

…

“So then Xavier, like— well, you know Xavier— he was all, ‘I’ll tell you later,’ but he never did, Sy! Off he went, leaving Nero and I to do all the paperwork, and I asked Nero, and Nero was like, ‘ask Xavier yourself’, and I was like, ‘I literally just did!’, and he just shrugged, and it’s… driving me crazy, you know? Because where does he even go? Tara and I have this bet going, she thinks it’s because he—”

Your anecdote comes to a sudden stop.

“What does Tara think, sweetie?”

“Shh shh shh! Wait a second…”

You clutch your phone to your chest like it’ll somehow suppress Sylus’s voice. You’re sat, leaning back against a chain-link fence, but you rise as a black car pulls up in front of you. The windows are tinted. You squint, leaning forward to try to look through them anyway.

“I don’t like this, Sy,” you frown as you plant a hand on your hip. “There’s a car here.”

“Oh?”

“Shh!” you hiss again. It’s not the only car parked on the street, but it is the only one alive. The engine purrs and its lights are glowing like angry embers, refusing to be snuffed out by the dark. You take a step closer, then the engine cuts out. You take a bigger step back.

“What exactly are you afraid of?” Sylus asks, his tone so thick it’s practically bleeding through your phone. “Is a big, bad man trying to get you?”

“Well I don’t know what they look like, Sy. The windows are tinted, and I— AH!” you gasp.  

A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you from the ground. “Got you, sweetie,” Sylus chuckles in your ear as tell-tale crow feathers settle around you. His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles, turning your panicked shrieks to laughter.

“Sylus!” you squeal as you attempt to wriggle free. You don’t think you’re trying very hard.

The man lowers you back to your feet, but his arms stay around you and he dips his head, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi.” For a little word, there’s so much fondness.

“Let’s get you home to bed, ok?”

You nod compliantly with a yawn, swaying a little as his arms retract and you’re having to stand on your own again. He chuckles as he steadies you— placing a hand on the top of your head— and you pivot, drawn by the sound. His crimson eyes find yours and they’re dark with something that stirs you, even with your mind swimming and nothing really making sense. You’re not sure of anything at all, except—

No-one has ever looked at you like that before.

And you won’t remember it tomorrow.

“Come on,” he prompts, nudging you towards the car, and you start to walk, though you’re dragging your feet. “I want to hear all of the association’s dirtiest secrets while I still can.”

“Tara has a crush on the new weapon specialist, you know.”

Sylus blinks, then laughs— a tender, comfortable thing. Completely enthralled. “You don’t say,” he beams.

No, you won’t remember it tomorrow.

[goldenhypen]

For the dark blood event, prompt 1 with Jake like on the Poland set for "bite me", the poor boy is shivering from the cold, and you're just holding his hands to warm them up 🥹🥹

ahhh anonnie unfortunately you sent this in after reqs were closed! so i’m sorry but i have to turn this one down and a jake req too 😭😭😭😭 i love this idea tho 😭 i’m so sorry i have to turn it down ☹️

[winterrrnight]

midsommar with bsf!Rafe and reader who at a certain point sneak out and start reminiscing how they would always do the same when their were little.

I'm in love with the way you write them, I'm truly in awe at the level of intimacy you can create with those two. expect so many more asks from me because I'm hooked and ilyyy

since we’ve now established this is the sweet sweet🦉anon, I really love this req (and all the other ones you sent) so so much 💘🥹✨ I loved writing this sooo much and I hope you like it tooooo xx thank you so so much for your sweet words I love you from the bottom of my heart 🥹

bsf!rafe who sneaks out of midsummer with you for some alone time… <3 listen to sexy to someone by clairo, cause, well, it’s clairo!!!! <3 cw: suggestive content (as always, no smut!), mentions of skinny dipping, weed consumption, references to canon events from the midsummer episode in S1 <3 for @ladyinbl00d who today absolutely made my day with her beautiful words and who was also honored with the sneak peek to this 🤭 i love u davi you’re my whole world 🤍

part of this little universe <3

it’s that time of the year again; peak hotness accompanies the sixth month of the year, as everyone dress up and come together for the awaited holiday: midsummer.

you are accompanying rafe; as you always do for this holiday, your arm looped into his as you both walk out along with the rest of the camerons. both of you are adorned in matching shades of baby blue, and you have a little flower crown fixed on the top of your head. rafe passes you a small smile as he leads you along with his family, everyone around you all clapping and cheering for the most powerful family on the island.

the celebrations continue to happen around you, and in between you and rafe get separated; him going with his friends for some ‘business’ (you caught the air that he got JJ kicked out), and you with your friends just simply talking and chatting, sipping away on your mocktail.

amidst your conversation with your friends, you feel an all too familiar hand brush your side, slowly trailing under the slit of your dress to gently graze your bare thigh. you feel him breathing down on your neck, and for a second, just for a second, you feel yourself completely lifted away from the conversation with your friends – but you quickly ground yourself back.

“hey,” he says softly into your ear. the conversation between your friends doesn’t essentially stop; this isn’t a rare sight for them.

“hey,” you murmur, rafe’s arms now wrapping firmly around your waist from behind, his chin resting on the crook of your neck.

“come with me,” he says softly, pressing the most subtle kiss behind your ear. his tone isn’t a request and it’s also not a command; but you know there is absolutely no room for argument. you give him a nod of your head and excuse yourself from your friends and follow him out, him making sure no one, especially his dad catch you both leaving.

he leads you to the nearby beach which is almost completely empty as everyone is gathered for midsummer, where you both sit down next to each other on the sand, the waves lapping up till your feet under the darkness of the night sky.

a breeze blows past you two as you both sit silently next to each other on the beach, the sound of the waves filling your ears. you hear the flick of a lighter and turn your head to rafe to see him lighting up a weed joint, watching the momentary golden glow. he hands you the joint after taking a hit himself, and you take a deep drag, blowing out a plume of smoke after that.

“I fuckin’ hate midsummers,” rafe mutters, as you pass him the joint and he takes a hit. “all that attention to my dad, everyone is always asking me when i’m going to start at the company… same bullshit each time. I’m so sick of it.” he takes another hit of the joint, letting out a cloud of smoke before turning his attention to you. “but this…” he says, his voice now starting to take on a softer tone as his fingers curl around yours, “this is the only good thing each time.”

you smile softly at him, squeezing his hand back as he hands you the joint back and you take a hit. he watches you intently; watches how your lips wrap around the end of the joint, how you take a deep drag, and how you let the smoke roll off your tongue releasing it into the air. he takes your intertwined hand and presses a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles.

“thank you for coming with me, seriously,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand before letting it go.

“of course,” you smile, handing him the joint back. “there’s nothing you have to thank me for,”

rafe acknowledges your smile with one of his own before hitting the joint. a beat of silence passes over you two before rafe speaks up again.

“I love how we do this each time,” he says with a smile, the joint dangling in between his lips, “this sneaking away from everyone. right now, my dad must be giving some lame ass speech using words like ‘power’ and ‘integrity’, and will smother all his love on ms. sarah there, and everyone would practically be eating out of his hand.” he snorts, shaking his head. “it’s nice to get away from that suffocating place to get a breather. you’re the only one who understands.”

you scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder, and his hand comes to rest on your thigh right under the slit, where he gently traces small circles against your flesh, his touch almost featherlight.

“you remember when we sneaked out from the celebration the first time?” you start. “we were, what, 8? and your dad was so desperate to make you meet all his business associates but your little antisocial ass was just not having it,”

he lets out a chuckle at your words, nodding. he pulls the joint from his lips and slots it in between yours. “I had more than enough of business talk that night. and you were the only one who caught the look of uncomfort on my face. you helped me sneak out from there and we came right to this beach, and we shared a pack of sour patch kids.”

you laugh softly at the memory, letting out some smoke before holding the joint between your fingers. “yeah,” you say. “and it just became a tradition over the years. we used to share candy, and now we’re sharing a weed joint. we really leveled up our game huh?”

rafe chuckles with you, both of your laughters mixing together in a symphony just like they always have all these years. “we certainly did,” he says. “I’m proud of us you know?” he teases, his fingers continuing to trace circles on your thigh.

“I am too,” you grin, taking a hit of the joint again.

“but my favorite one was when we were 18,” he says. “when we went skinny dipping in the water,”

you laugh at that, nodding. “that was… that was really something huh?” you murmur, getting comfortable against his shoulder.

“mhm,” he hums softly, looking at your head resting on his shoulder, and leaning down to kiss your temple softly. “it was really good,” he murmurs.

you look up at him, your eyes flicking down to his lips for just a second before going back up to his eyes. “you know…” you start speaking, and you can feel the subtle start of the influence of the thc over your thoughts, “i wouldn’t mind doing that again,” you whisper.

rafe looks down at you and catches your subtle glance at his lips. “you wouldn’t?” he whispers back, a smirk starting to slowly pull his lips.

a coy smile spreads on your face and you shake your head. “I wouldn’t, no,” you murmur.

the small smirk on his face turns to a full grin as his fingers reach out to your shoulder, trailing over the strap of your dress. he starts to slowly tug it down, the strap now hanging off your shoulder. rafe feels his heart starting to thump in his chest, and he knows, oh he just knows what the night has in store for you two.

“well then…” he mumbles, leaning down to press the softest kiss on your exposed shoulder.

“... what are we waiting for?”

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HII OMG EVER SINCE I FOUND OUT U TOO WERE A FILO I CANT HELP BUT THINK ABT HOSHINA TAMPUHIN MOMENTS WHERE READER IS EQUAL PARTS FOND AND EXASPERATED 😭😭😭 if its ok to request it i would like to request uhh how reader and hoshina deal with each others tampo moments HAHSHAHA and if possible it ends with fluff and just them being cute tgthr and rllllyyy weird req: u know how u get cuteness aggression…. this but w hoshina and he bites his partner’s cheeks 😭😭 OK BYE

ANON as a playful biter and someone who experiences a lot of gigil this is so cute loool! Here's your reminder to playfully bite your loved ones every once in a while. ✨

cw: established relationship + playful biting

There were days when it felt like you and the Vice Captain were the only two people in the world. That was true at times, but perhaps the people at base were also getting better at gossiping much more quietly. Today was the former.

With the rookies now assigned to their respective platoons, and with most of them currently off-duty, it truly felt like you and the Vice Captain were the only two people in the world. (In the base, at least.) Your platoon's days off won't be until next week, so you and your crew ran the scene at the base, along with Vice Captain Hoshina, who just happened to be the person in charge at that time.

Everyone at the base knew of your relationship with the Vice Captain, especially your platoon, so they weren't entirely surprised by the pleasant coincidence that he definitely did not orchestrate.

"Vice Captain! You promised you'd have lunch with me today!"

Though if it was supposed to be a coincidence, that didn't sound like the case by the way you irritatedly evaded Soshiro's attempts at cornering you. You were excited all morning but it died out when you found out that the Vice Captain had lunch with your Operations Leaders.

It certainly was a treat for your platoon members to see their usually cool superior play catch and tag with you at the canteen, even though that wasn't exactly what you two were doing at the moment.

"I know you're only saying you already ate because you want me to get off your case!" You stated as you slid to the other end of a long table. "I want you to eat right!"

"But I have been eatin' right!" Soshiro replied as he tried to catch you from another end of another long table. The younger officers paid you no mind as they carried on with their meals, shaking their heads, chuckling and sighing to themselves because it was just another day at work.

"Coffee and sweets aren't a meal!" You shot back at him across the floor, another long table parting you from his reach.

"I said get over here! It's an order!" He paused in his tracks, only for you to be caught off-guard as he slid under the table and grabbed you by the ankle.

"You can't order me around today! Ack!—"

The dull thud as you hit the floor did not arouse any reaction from your officers, and you contemplated if you could even trust them with your life if they weren't even going to do anything about what was happening to you right now.

Then again, they were smart enough to recognise a playful lovers' spat...

The two of you sat on the floor, your Vice Captain holding you in a lock with his arms now, but the way he held you felt more like boyfriend than superior at present.

"There we go. Now that yer seated, we can finally talk."

"You're insufferable!" You squirmed in his arms, only for him to retaliate in a way that wasn't new but was totally unexpected given your current location.

Soshiro sank his teeth into your warm cheek, with just enough force to render you stiff in his embrace. It was a playful and loving little bite that still left a light ring in the shape of his mouth on your embarrassed visage.

"You BIT me! You bit me, you little shi—"

The sound of his tender and pleased laughter reverberated in your chest, the kind that made you forget all about why you were mad in the first place. "Uh-uh. You better watch whatever name you call me, my dearest Platoon Leader."

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ooouu i wanna hear more about what kind of music you think the haikyuu characters like 🤭

ngl i always thought suna would be obviously into kendrick but also more “underground” or underrated bands and artists

OMGG YES OKAY. LET ME COOK

i feel like suna def listens to brockhampton too, bc like cmon now?? it screams him. lil peep, dominic fike, tyler the creator, a$ap rocky, AND FRANK OCEAN TOO. brent faiyaz as well, maybe partynextdoor if he’s feeling freakayyyy. now for underground he’d love jace, tana, maybe some ken carson and kashdami along the way?? the point is.. he’d have a very bipolar music taste.

now let’s do tsukishima.. he’d like kendrick lamar for SURE. mac miller, j cole, bryson tiller, possibly childish gambino? current joys, daniel caesar, kanye west, jhene aiko (he won’t admit it), jack stauber.. and plenty more. this one would have a semi-bipolar music taste!

okay last but not least we’re doing my man tanaka. this one right hereee.. oh boy. 2pac would be his salvation definitely. he’d also like brent faiyaz, lil wayne, baby keem, joey bada$$, xxxtentacion, ski mask the slump god, and kid cudi! his music taste is kind of similar to suna, but with a little more rap & rnb. very bipolar indeed.

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chasingannie I don’t wanna play no games, this is more than just a phase . . .

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lightning.mcqueen baby, would you ever want to be my girlfriend ? . . .

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↳ j.grace he wanted to get you your fav lego set…

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Can I req 14 with Itachi??? Im down bad for rough dom Itachi~

Anon, this is absolute filth. I am also down bad astronomically for this Itachi :')

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14) Character and reader in a consensual-non-consensual fantasy

Warnings: Reader and Itachi being ✨actors✨, CNC, degradation kink, praise kink, pretend kidnapping, light bondage, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, power play, no Massacre AU

NSFW - Minors do not interact

‘Are you sure, my love?’ he asked, fingertips ghosting your cheek as he kissed you gently. He had asked you at least ten times in the past hour, wanting to make absolutely certain that you were comfortable, that you wanted this, that you liked the idea.

‘I’m sure, Itachi. I trust you completely. I want this’ you said, turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand. He nodded, his eyes turning into his sharingan as he gave you a gentle look.

‘And if you ever feel uncomfortable…’ he said, and you rolled your eyes, repeating the safe word as he’d asked you to do a dozen times.

‘Good. You can go now. I will give you ten minutes before I start’ he said. You hurried outside, jumping onto the rooftop and towards the forest. You knew Itachi would be onto you quickly, too quickly, but you tried to play the game at the best of your abilities. After all, that was also part of what made it so hot. You were panting fifteen minutes after as you rested against a tree trunk, your stomach in a knot as the dark, silent forest around you seemed to engulf you. Of course he wouldn’t make any noises. But it only meant you had no idea of where he was. 

When you felt a presence behind you you could not help but squeal as you turned and tried to jump away. He was quick to catch you, and you wondered how you had managed to be caught in an arm lock behind your back so quickly. His grip was steely, you could not move an inch. 

‘You’re coming with me’ his breath fanned your ear, and you thrashed against him, tearing a quiet groan from him as he pushed you against the tree, gripping your jaw and keeping your hands above your head.

He forced you to look into his crimson eyes, and you felt the world spin and darken around the edges.

‘Shh. You can’t do anything against these eyes. Sleep’ his voice was deep and mellow, thick like honey as it lulled you into losing consciousness.

When you woke up, you found yourself tied to the bed, your hands tied in a knot impossible to undo without help. 

Itachi was standing against the wall in front of the bed, carmine eyes shining in the dim light, his ANBU uniform doing nothing but highlighting his toned body. He looked at you, sending a shiver down your spine. His eyes were already liquid with want, but also dangerous and enigmatic. 

‘What do you want?’ you spat, struggling against the bindings. He uncrossed his arms, gracefully stepping closer to you and tilting his head at your weak attempt at getting out of the bindings he had made. 

‘Information. I want to know what your mission is, and the classified information you carry with you as a member of your ANBU squad’ he said calmly, his eyes boring into yours. 

‘Like I’d tell you anything’ you hissed, starting to get more and more turned on as Itachi smirked lazily, his fingertips brushing your hair away from your forehead almost contemptuously.

‘I didn’t imagine you would. No matter. I have other methods to make you compliant’ he said, his eyes roving down your body, making your mouth dry and your stomach tight. 

‘You could just use your sharingan, right? Make me talk with a genjutsu’ you said, staring at him as he traced your pulsing artery on your throat, making you swallow heavily.

‘That would be entirely too easy’ he murmured, pinning your hips down with his hand as he leaned forward to trace your lips with his tongue. You couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped you, and he lifted his head, smirking, before he dipped it again into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply.

‘So afraid, and yet so pliable. You must really want me’ he murmured, pleased as he licked the length of your throat. 

‘No’ you muttered, even though your mind was screaming yes, yes, yes.

And he knew it, because he laughed darkly, and the glint of metal caught your eye. The kunai gleamed in the light of the lamp as his elegant hands handled it and ripped your clothes, not even nicking your skin under his precise cut. 

‘How pretty. How sweet you are, glaring at me. I look forward to seeing that fade into desperate longing’ Itachi whispered, cutting your trousers and throwing them away along with your shirt, leaving you shivering in your underwear. 

‘Release me now’ you hissed, whimpering again when his hand gripped your jaw and he kissed you harshly, leaving you no time to react or take any control as he bit and licked your bottom lip, using your little gasp to push his tongue in your mouth, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises.

‘Such a dirty mouth should be used for more useful things. Such as moaning and whining, and telling me what I want to know’ he said sweetly, his kunai once again flashing in the light as he swung it upward to cut your bra and underwear. You were absolutely drenched at that point, wondering how he was this good at making you believe this little scenario. 

His eyes roamed your body with clear, unbridled hunger in them, and he smirked as he stared between your legs, putting the kunai back in his holster and spreading your legs. At first, you let him, impossibly thrilled to have his hands where you needed him most, but then you remembered what you should do. You kicked your legs and thrashed, but he was quick to nestle himself between your legs and pin one thigh down with his knee and the other with his hand. 

‘Do not pretend to be a proper girl now. You are absolutely soaked for me. And I haven’t even touched you. Such a little slut’ he drawled, licking your sternum, his free hand palming your breasts before his tongue twirled around your nipple, making you moan and roll your hips.

‘I wanted information, but now I think you might need a lesson. What kind of kunoichi gives up so easily? Are you so desperate to be fucked like a slut? Your desperation is pitiful’ he said, sucking on your nipple, his teeth scraping it and making you whimper again as you weakly struggled against him. 

‘I’m not desperate’ you said, though you knew it to be false. You were dying for his touch on you, anywhere on your body. Itachi chuckled, his fingers dragging up your cunt and flicking your clit. You keened loudly, spasming underneath him. 

‘No? Don’t tell me you can get even more desperate. Be a good girl and stop fighting, and I might let you cum’ he said, stroking circles around your clit, making you gasp and turn your head from side to side, trying to hold back lewd moans of pleasure that would only prove his point. 

‘As if you could’ you tried to make your voice venomous, but it came out breathy and lustful, which only made him hum in approval as he sucked on your tits, leaving purple marks in his wake.

‘I could make you cum with my fingers alone, little kunoichi, but I think I will gift you my tongue just to see you squirm and whine. Your little whimpers are quite entertaining’ he said, pushing two fingers inside you. You squeezed around them, a breathless moan building in your throat as he curled them and pressed against the perfect spot. His mouth lowered to lick the hollow of your hips, and he forcefully spread your legs, looking at you with a lazy smirk as he licked your clit, groaning as he sucked on it. You whined just as he had promised you would, and he pumped his fingers inside you, tormenting your clit with ruthless licking, sucking and pressing of his tongue until you were a moaning mess and you had no strength or will to even pretend to fight anymore. You clamped around him, the best orgasm of your life washing over you, making you moan loudly and unabashedly. 

You slumped on the bed, moaning quietly and rolling your hips into his face as he followed your rhythm, your clit pulsing with every small flick and lick of his devious tongue. 

‘How selfish of you, little slut. You couldn’t even wait for my cock. I suppose a slut like you would not be able to contain herself’ crooned Itachi, removing his vest and undershirt and his slacks and briefs, stroking his thick cock in front of your cunt. 

‘Now be a good girl and beg for my cock’ he said, rubbing it up and down your labia, making you crazy with want. You just wanted to be filled by him, to feel him thrust inside you and rub against your g-spot with the upward tilt of his cock, but you were supposed to fight him off, to resist. You couldn’t even think anymore. 

‘Fuck you’ you spat, your stomach tight at the thought of what he would do now, how he would react, how rough he would be with you.

‘Oh? How rude. Such a foul-mouthed slut’ he said, pinching your nipple and making you whimper, his cock still teasing your labia and clit, making your hips jerk against him. 

‘Beg. Or I will leave you like this, desperate and rutting against my cock just to get the tip inside you. When you could have all of it inside your pretty little cunt, filling you to the brim. You want that, mh? All you have to do is be a good girl for me’ he murmured against your ear, sucking on the curve between your neck and your shoulder, forcing the tip inside you, letting your walls squeeze him and pull him in.

You did not care anymore. You could not even remember what you were supposed to do. 

‘Please fuck me’ you whispered, rolling your hips into him. He smirked, thrusting inside you all at once, making you scream silently, your back arching into him. He moaned, biting down on your neck.

‘That’s a good little slut’ he said, pushing your legs up and far apart, hooking his elbows under your knees and keeping you completely open and exposed to his relentless assault. You bit your lip hard, eyes rolling to the back of your head, his cock everywhere, dragging deliciously back and forth against your tight walls, rubbing against your g-spot and brushing against your cervix, making you absolutely insane with pleasure. 

‘Look at you. Fucked stupid. So much so for fighting me off. You are such a slut for my cock. I might just keep you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ his voice was rough and seductive, and he paired it with the constant, maddening drag of his cock as he slammed into you, making the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter.

‘Mhhhm’ was all you could moan, mouth agape in gasps and tears forming at the corners of your eyes as your nails embedded themselves in your palms.

‘You can’t even speak… so sweet. You look much prettier when you’re desperate to cum on my cock. Cum then, little slut. Let me see just how much you don’t want this’ he crooned, pushing your legs higher and getting rougher, making you quiver and sob as the knot in your lower stomach snapped like a rubberband, making you scream out your orgasm. Itachi cursed, his hips stuttering as he came, fucking his cum into you even before he was finished spilling inside you. 

He released your legs, moaning and gripping your hips as he gave lazy, shallow thrusts.

That had been hot, you thought. Way too hot not to do it again ever so often. 

[batwritings]

Fuck bed- I’m just gonna drink a shit ton of coffee- it’s too late for me bat- my alarm went off to start to get ready

Also- Bc- adhd curiosity, and I need something to look forwards to after rehearsal- could we get some Eret w/ a breeding kink, but not wanting to give their partner dysphoria- while also- ch I l d re n? Perhaps?

🇬🇧✨ (I did too- god- my history)

Coffee! You got this friend! But please be sure to also drink water, and get some rest when you have the time! Enjoy~!

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The words had slipped out of your mouth before your sex-addled brain could catch up with you pumping the brakes on that line of thought. "Breed me." Your eyes locked with Eret's, bright white irises matching yours in shock. She adjusts, her member shifting inside you so she could see you better.

"What did you say?" the king whispers softly, disbelief coating her words. "'Breed me?'"

"Eret, i-it's nothing," you stammer, a bright flush coloring your cheeks. You never did have the heart to tell your royal lover about your breeding kink and wow were you hoping he would just move on from your little slip-up just now. Sadly, luck was not on your side that evening.

"Does my sweet little pet want me to breed them?" they hum, voice dipping down to a tone they knew would make you melt. "Make you so full of me? Make you mine, wholly?" You could only nod, completely in awe of this ethereal being.

Eret presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and praises you with a "good pet". Slowly, not wanting to be too rough, does she start to fuck into you again. Your hands intertwine with battle-hardened ones as your start to climb towards your peak again.

"Tell me what you want dearest," your king urges. "Tell your king what it is you crave."

A needy whine falls from your lips at his demands, pleasure blurring your mind. "B-breed me your majesty!" you cry, hand clenching harder to that of your royal partner. "Please breed me! Make me yours!"

A dark chuckle left her throat as she marked along your neck. "Good little pet," he moans, breathy as he neared his own completion. "Come undone for me Y/N. Let your queen claim you."

Far be it from you to deny what royalty is asking of you in their time of need, and yours. Your orgasm washes over you, pleasure flooding your veins. A sharp gasp leaves you as Eret fills you with their own cum, whining softly as you clenching and flex around them.

For a moment the world spins, stars still filling your vision. As it starts to slow does the dysphoria start to creep up on you. You hide your face as best you can in the crook of Eret's neck, a slight whine leaving you. She kisses your head gently, letting her softening member slip from your entrance.

The king holds you as you shiver, working quickly yet gently to clean the mess from between your legs. Wrapping you up in your favorite blanket, the question falls from your lips. "Did you actually want to...breed me?" you ask in a small voice.

"Darling," Eret starts, waiting for you to look at him. He brushes his hand along your cheek which you gratefully lean into. "I know how that would make you feel. Breeding isn't just about pregnancy. Wanting to be bred can be just what we did tonight, like a claiming thing. But only if that's what you want."

You thought for a moment before nodding in understanding. "I do want that," you mumble out, slightly unsure. "Is that okay?"

"Of course it is darling, it always will be."

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hellooo can i request a sailor star healer/yaten kou (sailor moon) moodboard w/themes of beauty, musical performance stars and maybe like something related to being in a boy group? 3x3

hi anon, its posted! let me know if youd like anything changed!