#reqs open

[imreidswifey]

Hii,

Saw you wanted some requests and I love your writing sooo…

Would you write a Spencer x wife!reader where there’s a case somewhere cold and an unsub has taken a little girl. The BAU chase the unsub to a big icy lake and reader goes to save the little girl. Just as she reaches them the ice breaks and they fall in. You can decide the rest. Angst with fluff at the end and worried Spencer!

Would love if you wrote this, thank you!!!

𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞

Spencer Reid x Wife!Reader

w/c: 10k+

a/n: I hope when you requested this you wanted a long story and not a short one because I saw this prompt and like ran with it 😝 i'm so excited to be getting requests now and hopefully you like this!! also, did you notice that I switched the colors from pink to blue cause like icyyy 🤭

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The cold was relentless. It seeped through your layers, through the thick FBI-issued tactical jacket, biting into your skin as the wind howled through the trees. The snow was fresh, untouched in some places but disturbed in others—jagged footprints cut through the frost-covered ground, a desperate path leading deeper into the forest.

You weren’t far behind.

Your breath came in heavy puffs, curling in the freezing air as you ran. Your boots crunched against the hardened snow, but the sound barely registered over the pounding of your heart.

“Y/N, wait—damn it, slow down!” Spencer’s voice crackled in your earpiece, tight with worry. “You’re too far ahead!”

You ignored him, gripping your gun tighter as you weaved between towering trees. There wasn’t time to slow down. The unsub was getting away, dragging a terrified seven-year-old girl with him.

Sophie Miller.

She had been missing for seventy-two hours.

You had memorized her picture the moment Garcia pulled it up on the jet—a bright, smiling face framed by golden curls, her blue eyes wide with innocence. The kind of child who loved bedtime stories and left crayon doodles on the walls, the kind of child who should have been safe in her home, not stolen from her bed in the dead of night.

Your team had been hunting this man for days, piecing together the horror of what he had done to his previous victims. Two children taken. Two found frozen, discarded in the woods like they were nothing more than broken toys.

You weren’t going to let Sophie be the third.

“JJ, give me an update,” Hotch’s voice came through, steady despite the urgency.

“I’ve got footprints leading northeast—fresh,” JJ responded, breathing hard. “He’s heading for the lake.”

Your gut clenched.

A frozen lake in the middle of nowhere.

A last-ditch escape route.

Or a death trap.

Your earpiece crackled again. “Y/N, wait for backup,” Spencer urged, his voice edged with frustration. “If the ice isn’t stable—”

You tuned him out, eyes locking on the dark figure moving just ahead. He was close—thirty yards, maybe less. Sophie stumbled as he yanked her forward, her tiny arms flailing, her cries swallowed by the wind.

Your stomach twisted at the sight.

“FBI!” you shouted, leveling your gun. “Stop right there!”

The unsub whipped around, his wild eyes meeting yours. He was breathing hard, his clothes disheveled, his grip on Sophie iron-tight. He looked like a cornered animal.

Desperate. Dangerous.

For a second, you thought he might surrender.

Then—he ran.

Straight onto the ice.

“Shit,” you hissed, breaking into a sprint. “He’s on the lake—he’s trying to cross!”

Your pulse hammered as you reached the lake’s edge. The ice stretched out before you, smooth and pale beneath the overcast sky. Cracks ran through parts of it, thin, dark lines spidering across the surface. It wasn’t safe.

But Sophie was still out there.

“Y/N, don’t!” Spencer’s voice was sharp now, a mix of panic and authority. “The ice won’t hold—wait for us!”

You didn’t listen.

You stepped onto the ice.

The moment your foot made contact, you felt it—a slight shift beneath you, a groan so faint it could have been the wind. But you didn’t stop.

Sophie was crying now, her little body shaking as she struggled against the unsub’s grip.

“Let her go!” you ordered, gun trained on his back.

He ignored you, stumbling forward. Each step sent ripples through the ice, the cracks widening.

Your heart pounded.

He was going to get them both killed.

“Stop moving!” you shouted. “If you take another step, the ice will—”

A deafening crack split the air.

For a heartbeat, time seemed to freeze.

Then—the ice shattered beneath them.

Sophie screamed. The unsub’s eyes went wide with horror as the frozen ground gave way, swallowing them whole.

And then—they were gone.

Your breath caught in your throat.

The water was dark and violent, swallowing everything in seconds. Jagged chunks of ice bobbed in the freezing depths, the hole gaping like an open wound in the lake’s surface.

Cold fear slammed into your chest.

“Sophie!”

There was no hesitation. No second-guessing.

You ran forward—

And the ice gave way beneath your feet.

The world tilted. The breath was ripped from your lungs as the freezing water consumed you, dragging you under.

The cold was unbearable. It burned, stealing the air from your chest, wrapping around you like an icy fist. Your limbs felt sluggish, your body already fighting against the shock.

But you didn’t stop.

You forced your arms to move, kicking hard, pushing through the numbing water. You could barely see—the world was a blur of darkness and white, ice and air mixing in a chaotic swirl.

Then—you saw her.

Sophie.

Her tiny body was flailing just a few feet away, her movements slowing. Her lips were blue, her wide eyes filled with terror.

You reached for her, fingers grazing the fabric of her coat—

Something yanked you back.

The unsub.

His grip was iron-tight, his frozen fingers clawing at you as he fought to pull himself up. His weight dragged you downward, the icy depths swallowing you both.

Panic flared in your chest.

You struggled, twisting in his grasp, your lungs screaming for air. He was drowning, and he was going to take you with him.

But you weren’t going to die here.

And you weren’t going to let Sophie die, either.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you drove your elbow back—hard. It connected with his face, and his grip loosened just enough for you to break free.

You surged upward, breaking through the surface with a gasp.

The cold was unbearable, but you didn’t let it stop you. You lunged for Sophie, grabbing her by the arm, pulling her against you.

She wasn’t moving.

No, no, no—

“Hold on,” you choked out, gripping her tightly. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

You tried to swim, but your limbs were sluggish, heavy. The cold was seeping in, your body betraying you.

Then—

A hand.

Strong, warm fingers wrapped around your wrist.

Spencer.

His face was pale with fear, his eyes wide as he reached for you, his own body half sprawled on the cracking ice.

“I’ve got you,” he gasped, voice breaking. “Hold on to me.”

You used the last of your strength to push Sophie into his arms. His grip on her was firm, secure, and within seconds, Morgan was there, pulling her to solid ground.

Spencer didn’t hesitate—he reached for you next.

“Y/N,” he breathed, voice shaking. “Come on, take my hand.”

You tried.

But the ice beneath him groaned.

His weight shifted, the cracks spreading.

If he leaned out any further—

The ice was going to break again.

“Spencer,” you rasped. “You have to move back.”

His grip tightened. “Not without you.”

The darkness was pulling at you, the weight of the cold pressing down. Your body wanted to sink, to let go.

But Spencer was still holding on.

And you weren’t going to make him watch you drown.

With the last of your strength, you gritted your teeth and reached—fingers brushing his.

He caught you.

And then—

He pulled.

———

The ice cracked.

It happened in an instant—a sharp, splintering sound that cut through the frigid air like a gunshot. Spencer’s heart stopped.

He watched in horror as the frozen lake gave way beneath your feet.

One second, you were reaching for the little girl, your arms outstretched, eyes wide with determination. The next—

You were gone.

The icy water swallowed you whole.

“No!”

The scream ripped from Spencer’s throat before he could even think. His body moved on instinct, every ounce of logic drowned beneath sheer panic.

His knees slammed against the ice as he threw himself forward, fingers desperately clawing at the jagged edges of the hole where you had disappeared. His vision blurred, his breath came in sharp, ragged gasps.

Where were you?

Seconds stretched into an eternity.

Then—movement.

A hand.

Your hand.

Spencer didn’t hesitate. He lunged forward, fingers closing around your wrist, gripping so tightly his knuckles went white. The water around you was dark and churning, but he could see your face now—pale, eyes wide with terror, lips already turning blue.

“You’re okay,” he gasped, tightening his grip. “I’ve got you.”

The ice groaned beneath his weight.

“Reid, don’t!” Morgan’s voice cut through the chaos. “You’re too close!”

Spencer ignored him.

Your body jerked as the freezing water pulled at you, trying to drag you back under.

“No,” Spencer choked out, panic clawing at his chest. “No, no, no, just hold on—”

Your fingers trembled in his grasp, so cold, too cold.

“Spence,” you gasped, voice barely above a whisper. “I— I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he insisted, desperation bleeding into his voice. His eyes darted frantically to the ice beneath him. Cracks spiderwebbed outward from where he knelt, groaning under the pressure.

If he wasn’t careful, he was going in after you.

He didn’t care.

All he cared about was getting you out.

“Reid, stay put!” Morgan was closer now, inching toward them, his body low against the ice. “I’ll get her. Just don’t move.”

Spencer’s grip tightened.

“She’s slipping,” he gasped, voice shaking. “I can’t— I can’t let go—”

He felt it then—your fingers weakening in his grasp, your body going limp.

You were fading.

The cold was winning.

A sickening fear twisted in his gut. He was losing you.

“No,” he whispered, sheer terror making his voice break.

A firm grip on his shoulder yanked him back.

Morgan.

“I’ve got her,” Morgan said, voice steady, unshakable. “Reid, you have to let me do this.”

Spencer’s whole body tensed. His grip on your wrist was ironclad, unyielding.

“I can’t,” he admitted, voice raw.

Morgan’s eyes met his—serious, steady.

“You can.”

For a moment, Spencer hesitated. Then, with every ounce of trust he had, he loosened his grip—just enough for Morgan to take hold of your arm.

Morgan moved fast, pulling you upward with sheer strength.

You barely made a sound as your body was dragged onto the ice.

The moment you were clear, Spencer lunged forward, gathering you into his arms. His hands skimmed over your frozen skin, searching for injuries, grounding himself in the fact that you were still here.

But you were barely moving.

You were shaking violently, teeth chattering, eyes glassy and unfocused.

“She’s going into shock,” JJ’s voice cut through the wind. “We need to warm her up—now.”

Emily was already beside him, wrapping a thick thermal blanket around your shivering frame.

“Sophie—” you croaked, barely able to form the word.

“The girl’s safe,” Morgan reassured you, his voice softer than usual. “She’s with the paramedics.”

Relief washed over your face, but your body continued to tremble.

Spencer pressed his forehead against yours, his breath shaky.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispered, voice cracking.

You tried to respond, but your lips were too numb, your body wracked with tremors.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing over your icy cheeks.

“You’re okay,” he repeated, like saying it would make it true.

But you weren’t okay.

Your skin was cold—too cold. Your breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, and your eyes kept fluttering shut, as if you were slipping away.

Spencer’s heart clenched.

“No, no, stay with me,” he begged, shaking you gently.

“So tired,” you mumbled.

“No,” Spencer whispered, panic rising in his chest. “Don’t close your eyes.”

You forced them open, just for him.

“I’m here,” you whispered.

Something inside Spencer broke.

He surged forward, pressing his lips to yours.

It wasn’t just a kiss—it was desperate, raw, a silent plea. A promise that he was here, that he wasn’t letting go.

When he pulled back, his hands never left you.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve got you.”

Then, finally, the paramedics reached them.

Spencer didn’t let go—not as they wrapped you in more blankets, not as they strapped you to the stretcher, not as they rushed toward the ambulance.

He held your hand the entire way.

And he didn’t let go.

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Warmth.

It was the first thing you felt.

Not the biting, numbing cold of the ice, nor the sharp sting of wind against your skin. This warmth was different—gentle, constant, like a fire burning low in the hearth.

The weight of thick blankets pressed against your body, cocooning you in layers of soft heat. The steady, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor echoed in the quiet space around you. The faint scent of antiseptic and something familiar—Spencer—lingered in the air.

You were safe.

You tried to open your eyes, but they felt heavy, as if the exhaustion had settled into your bones, unwilling to let go. You managed a small inhale, and the moment you stirred, a hand—warm, shaking—tightened around yours.

“Sweetheart?”

Spencer.

His voice was hoarse, cracked at the edges, as if he’d been speaking—pleading—for hours.

You forced your eyes open, blinking sluggishly against the dim light of the hospital room.

And there he was.

Spencer sat hunched over the bed, his fingers curled tightly around yours, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. His hair was a mess, wild and disheveled, his normally neat curls tangled from where he’d clearly run his fingers through them too many times. Dark circles lined his eyes, and his lips were slightly chapped, as if he hadn’t had a sip of water in far too long.

But none of that compared to the raw emotion written all over his face.

Relief. Fear. Love.

He looked exhausted, like he hadn’t slept in days, like the weight of the world had been sitting on his chest.

You swallowed, your throat dry.

“…Hey.”

The word barely made it past your lips, but Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, like it physically hurt him to hear how weak you sounded.

“Oh, God,” he whispered, his grip tightening. “You’re awake.”

You tried to nod, but even that small movement made your body protest. Your limbs felt sluggish, as if you were moving through molasses.

Spencer must have noticed, because he was already adjusting the blanket around you, tucking it in carefully, like he could shield you from even the faintest chill.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet urgency. “You need to rest. Your body’s still recovering from the hypothermia. The doctors said—” His voice wavered, and he shook his head, as if the memory of whatever they had said was too much. “You scared the hell out of me.”

You blinked at him, trying to push past the fog in your mind.

“How long?” you rasped.

Spencer swallowed, his throat bobbing.

“Two days.”

Your heart clenched.

Two days.

Spencer had been sitting here, in this exact spot, for two whole days.

Waiting.

Worrying.

Loving you through it.

“Spence,” you whispered, trying to squeeze his hand.

He let out a breathless, broken laugh.

“You almost died,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “You almost—” He stopped, squeezing his eyes shut. “I thought I lost you.”

Tears burned at the edges of your vision.

You hated seeing him like this—so wrecked, so shaken, like he had been forced to watch his worst nightmare unfold in front of him.

“I’m here,” you whispered. “I’m okay.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, then lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss against your cold skin.

“You almost weren’t,” he murmured.

Your chest ached—not from the cold, not from the exhaustion, but from the sheer emotion in his voice.

“I had to save her,” you said, barely audible. “The little girl…”

Spencer nodded, his eyes searching yours.

“You did,” he whispered. “You saved her, sweetheart. She’s okay. Because of you.”

A soft breath of relief escaped your lips, but Spencer’s grip never loosened.

“You could’ve died,” he said, his voice breaking. “I watched you fall through the ice. I saw the way the water swallowed you whole, and for a second—” He stopped, inhaling sharply. “For a second, I thought I’d never see you again.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks.

“Spence,” you whispered, your heart shattering.

His own eyes were red-rimmed, his jaw tight as he fought against the storm of emotions threatening to swallow him whole.

“I can’t lose you,” he confessed, his voice trembling. “I don’t know what I’d do. I— I can’t—”

You didn’t let him finish.

With every ounce of strength you had left, you tugged weakly on his hand, pulling him closer.

He understood immediately.

Spencer surged forward, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

You just breathed together.

“I’m here,” you whispered again, this time for him.

Spencer exhaled shakily, then—without hesitation—he kissed you.

It was slow, soft, his lips feather-light against yours, like he was afraid you might break.

But you kissed him back, pouring every ounce of love, every unspoken word, into the press of your lips.

When he pulled away, his hand never left your face, his fingers tracing over your skin as if memorizing every inch.

“I love you,” he whispered, raw and unfiltered.

You smiled, despite the exhaustion tugging at your body.

“I love you too.”

Spencer exhaled, relief washing over his face.

For the first time in days, he looked like he could finally breathe.

And with him by your side, so did you.

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Reflective Detective wooo!

(Also I want to promote myself rq, I'm taking requests for drawings and writing 4 free!)

[w0rmss]

Jason todd nsfw alphabet

sorry for another one of these. I have no ideas and am lowkey sick rn so these are easy.

But feel free to request anything guys I got no ideas so please feed me so I can feed you or something profound like that.

I also am very into the kinda Jason that isn't sex mad but just enjoys it and enjoys his partner wanting and enjoying it.

Anyways enjoy

A: Aftercare: Great at it. Anything you need he's got for you. Anything your didn't know you want he's also got for you. Waiting on you hand and foot after pound town

B: Body part. He doesn't have a favourite body part of his he has such a love hate relationship with his body. He loves your collarbone and the crock of your neck. He loves to kiss there or bury his face and inhale you.

C: Cum. He likes to come inside. Condom or not it's just cleaner that way and less fumbling. He also finds it more intimate

D: Dirty little secret. He loves the romantic parts of your sex life. The soft sex the movie make outs the calm things. He has this big tough exterior but he really loves the soft sweet moments

E: Experience. Now controversial take. He has a bit of experience but isn't like crazy crazy experienced like a few exes here or there maybe an odd in night stand. But he ain't dick tim or bruce level experienced

F: favourite position. Missionary basic but he likes to see your face or be able to bury hid head in your neck. He also likes lotus which is where you basically sit cross legged and your partner sits on top. Same reason

G: Goofy. He's serious. Like he's focused on getting you off and making sure you have a good time he's not young around

H: Hair. Very very well groomed. Not balled but neat not a hair out of place

I: Intimacy. As I've stated he's very intimate. He loves seeing your face kissing you passionately etc

J: jacking off. No. He just doesn't need to he has you and craves the Intimacy of sex more so than sex sex

K: Kinks. Very very vanilla but enjoys overstimulating you

L: location. Bed. Or couch he's very private maybe in the shower if you ask but he prefers the softer quite spaces

M: Motivation. If you're in the mood then so is he. Sometimes it's just when a make out gets to much and he needs more too

N: Nos. Pain or exhibitionism

O: Oral. Giver. Massive giver like will come in his pants from giving you head

P: Pace. Slow and deep.

Q: Quickies. Not really. If you want one he's happy to but he diesn really like them he prefers taking his time and showing you all the love he can

R: Risks. He's not risky at all. Like he might try something small if you ask but he's not bring nothing to the table

S: Stamina. 3 plus rounds

T: Toys. Not really if you want to sure but he loves seeing you get off because of him

U: Unfair. He's not a tease at all. But he will 'accidentally' overstimulate you

V: Volume. Quiet a few grunts and moans here and there but they're not very loud

W: Wild card. As said he has gotten off to going down on you and he fucking loves it. It's his favourite way to get off

X: X ray. Big boy like thick and veiny round 7 inches give more so than take

Y: Yearning. He does really seek sex as I've said but he always wants to be touching you in some way sexual or not. Holding hands hands on yiru hips lips on your neck.

Z: zzz. He likes to watch you fall asleep before he does. Knowing your happy and safe makes him feel happy and safe.

Thank you hope you enjoyed

Feel free to request like reply repost. I love all the support I get from you guys thank you.

Stay safe

Have a wonderful day night afternoon etc

[mc-chipcken]

Hii hii hii, your art is very cool! Can you draw Mychael just looking longingly at MC while they just ramble off about something they're really interested in (maybe a book?) -- a scene kind of like the moments at the table in-game where he rests his elbow on the table...if that makes any sense 😭

Hope I got it right ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

(Sorry for marinating this ask so long....(╥﹏╥))

[kaydenheartzz]

She’s so cute I just had to draw her! Yatta from dandy’s world!

Not an emote but could be if you want!

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[mariespen]

Seek me Out - Chapter 1 𓇢𓆸

Chapter 1 - Look at Me Warnings: dark!rafe, obsessive!reader, threats and violence (not to reader), swearing, stalking, manipulation Summary: "But none of them had the appeal you saw in Rafe, none of them gave you the same high as falling for him did." Series Masterlist

Rafe Cameron carried quite the toolbox of unappealing attributes. It was never hard for you to admit this, however, there was always a ‘but..’ One thing that you can pinpoint, one thing that made him desirable beyond your right mind. This time, the ‘but’ was, 

“But he’s so hot.” You said shamelessly, gossiping with your friend Jess at the country club.

You’ve been crushing on Rafe for months, speaking so openly about it because; who cares? If this got back to Rafe and he’d found out you were his secret admirer from afar, it’s probably for the better. A quick rejection would probably only throw you off the rails for a few weeks, opposed to the countless that you’ve spent sitting, watching, obsessing.

“You need to move on girl.” Jess interrupted your focus, redirecting it from his heavenly body and back onto the mimosa in front of you.

“I think this is actually killing me.” You muttered, resting your head in your hands, trying to seem ultimately defeated. However, deep down, you knew that Rafe was yours.

“He’s sucking the life out of you and he doesn’t even know your name.” Jess retaliated, shaking her head as she took a sip of her own drink.

“He totally does, I know he dreams about me.” 

Jess rolled her eyes at your fantasy, trying endlessly to snap you out of this phase. Away from your own world, you knew that whatever she was telling you was good advice. Jess had known Rafe since they were kids, since before you moved to the island. She’s hesitant to tell you about the real extent of his violent tendencies, the bullets he’s put through bodies, and the punches he’s thrown for nothing but his own satisfaction. Jess has begged you for months to get over him, she’s tried to turn you towards at least 15 different guys. But none of them had the appeal you saw in Rafe, none of them gave you the same high as falling for him did.

Of course, at this moment, unbeknownst to you, Rafe is golfing a few holes from where you sit on the balcony. Naturally, he’s broken a club already. He was an angry person, turning to his craving of aggression whenever he got the chance. Rafe’s friends walked and talked like they were going to break him, and maybe that’s what pissed him off every day. But no matter what, Rafe Cameron was always angry.

The truth was, he did know your name. Not to say you ran laps in his head, but you’ve crossed his mind more than once. Mostly perverse, as most men ended up thinking when they saw your perfect body in the most revealing bikini you could muster up. One the occasion, he’ll see you lounging in the country club with your friends and his eyes would widen at the intricate beading on your dress, small things that you did to gather attention. Of course, he didn’t mean it as deeply as you wanted him to. 

Later that night you found yourself on your private beach, gazing out at the water with one earbud in and one ear to the waves. Your eyes were nearly unblinking as you soaked up the sunset while you could. It was beautiful, really, the way that you could fit yourself into any corner of your mind and cover your body with the rose-colored blanket of fantasy. 

Tonight, you were idly thinking about him defending you, just as you would always fall back to. Rafe’s strong, toned body protects you, acting as the knight in shining armor that you so desperately wanted him to be. Your mind consumed you, just enough for you to ignore the small crashing noises coming from the vacant house next to yours, divided by sand dunes.

Only awakened by the sound of his truck, always so notably different from the others. The engine caused your ears to tense, suddenly on high alert. Then, his voice, so painfully muffled by the wind and the soft notes playing in your ear. Immediately, you sat up and pulled out the earbud, standing and hiking the small mountain of sand dunes to get a discreet view of the neighboring house.

From your place through the palm trees, you could only see the bodies of the pogues. You rolled your eyes, knowing they were always obnoxiously breaking the rules, claiming to be on  some deep journey. You couldn’t care less, but then you heard it again. The disembodied voice of Rafe Cameron, speaking much clearer now.

“Get the fuck out of here!” He yelled, and then you saw him, cornering the group at the shallow waves.

They straggled for an excuse to be lounging at a house for sale on figure eight, but Rafe wasn’t having any of it. He seemed to get more aggressive, BUT, he looked so beautiful in the golden sun. That’s what you focused on when he reached for his gun, famously in the waistband of his shorts. Ignorance was your only bliss as you watched him fire shots into the air, speaking to them with his large hand around JJ’s neck.

“I’ll fucking kill you, do you realize that? So fucking stupid, I’d be doing us all a service, huh Kie? It’s my charity work!” He yelled, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin.

So you focused on his biceps instead of how they were making JJ’s face slowly go blue. When he dropped JJ to the ground like he was worthless, you watched him crack his knuckles rather than the way the body slumped on the sand. You half-listened as the panicked Rafe screamed that no one would believe them over him, that there were no witnesses to the assault. JJ sputtered on the ground, choking on his own strangled spit.

Your place in the dunes began to feel compromising, your rose colored glasses dimming as you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the loaded gun Rafe was suddenly holding to John B’s skull. Relief washed over you as all of the pogues ran, escaping the barrel of Rafe’s unforgiving anger. Then, it was you and him. Of course, he didn’t know that you were watching the ordeal, and he didn’t notice your eyes as he sat on the beach, looking out at the waves with regret. 

The sound of sand and grass moving in sync stirred Rafe from his trance as he got a glimpse of you slowly moving from the sand dunes, suddenly craving the safety of your bedroom. A jolt of fear (and something hotter) struck you as you heard him, loud and clear, calling your name. You turned, watching as he climbed the sand dunes to get closer to you, a pale and enraged look on his face.

“Oh! Rafe! So funny seeing-“ You started, but he cut you off quickly.

“Be fucking honest, how much of that bullshit did you see.” He said, his voice deep and his intentions dark.

“Um.. all?” You said, trying to ease the situation with a small shrug, but he grabbed your shoulders with a new sense of anger and desperation.

“You- you do not tell anyone, you hear me? Fuck..” Rafe said, trying to stabilize himself and hold you to your spot in the sand.

“Yeah.. yeah. I won’t I promise.” You said, your voice higher pitched and sweeter as your stomach churned with conflicting emotions.

Maybe it was the way your lips shined in the sun, or how your hair frames your face, or even the way you looked at him. That’s what you liked to focus on when reviewing the moment, watching his smirk replaying in your mind. But really, Rafe knew it was the fearful and obsessive look in your eyes that pulled him in.

“I’m gonna keep an eye on you, hold you to your secret, yeah sweetheart? Can’t have you spilling your guts.” His voice was poison to your ears, and you were soaking it all in.

“Yeah.. of course.” Your voice was timid, afraid. 

He loved it.

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ROOKQUEST #4

today it’s @future-ghoost ‘s rook, kyra. such a strong and soft face. hope i made her justice :)

[hhemogirl]

Requests part 1

How did y'all know I main pyro ????

Featuring requests from @strangerabbitthing @kilojulia and anon

[chickmutt]

davejake and my life is yours

i dooodled it :DD

[urcoolgf]

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gonna make a taglist soon ! comment on this post if you wanna be added :) this taglist is gonna be for all my fics from here on out !

ALSO ! feel free to send me requests for other fic ideas . sometimes i struggle coming up with ideas , so requests are much appreciated + they’re fun to write ! <3 u

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[starshade360]

Just a reminder I AM taking suggestions. Just please read this pinned post for details I CAN NOT PROMISE THAT POSTS WILL BE 100% CANNON.

Who am I. Again.

So basically. I’m just a person who enjoys Indie animation and SOME other fandoms. I’ll be writing fanfiction. YES. You can do gay characters with a female reader. So much more people do it so leave me alone.

Fandoms I’ll Write For.

Hazbin Hotel

Murder Drones

Helluva Boss

Digital Circus

Lackadaisy

Yandere Simulator

Andy And The Coffin Of LeyLey

Life Is Strange

Walking dead games

Ramshackle

Class Of 09 (The Game)

School Bus Graveyard

Arcane

Ninjago

TLOU

Z-Nation

Killer Chat

Bloom and Rage

What I will and Won’t Write

Will:

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Pregnancy

Sensitive Subjects

Death

What I won’t write!

Big Age Gaps

Su!side

Rape

Incest

If there’s anything you think I should put just say so and I’ll think about it. For now just go ahead and suggest lol.

[cyberrmusee]

got a request for loser!choso by an anon :3 hope you like it anon!! :D

loser!choso who always watched you from afar, admiring your popularity as you hung with a large crowd of friends, smiling and giggling, jealousy bubbling in his blood.

loser!choso who always secretly left you flowers and notes on the windshield of you car, too scared to face you himself and talk to you, with your large crow of friends surrounding you constantly.

loser!choso who finally gained a modicum of confidence and started complimenting you on your cute & preppy outfits and the way your hair always looked so pretty, a blushing stuttering mess every time he spoke to you—avoiding eye contact.

loser!choso who became obsessed with you and kinda started stalking you on campus, sort of on accident definitely not, he knew your favorite food spots, watched you at every party you attended and even memorized your coffee order at the nearby cafe after watching you order it every straight for a week.

loser!choso who was a complete perv and snapped pictures of you when you weren’t looking, they wouldn’t even be provocative, just pictures of you mid conversation with someone or standing alone, he’d be pumping his pathetic cock in his hand at night while swiping through his camera roll, whimpering your name as he came on his own hand, wishing it was your tight cunt instead.

loser!choso who got caught by you, snapping the pervy pictures of you in your cute little skirt, you scolding him while dragging him by his ear telling him how he’d make this up to you by doing your homework assignments for a month.

loser!choso who finally got to feel your pussy grip him during your ovulation week while you were over at his place letting him do your homework—

his hips clapping against your ass relentlessly as he chased his and yours nth orgasm, while he practically cried into your pussy, profusely apologizing and begging for god knows what, but his hips never faltering.

“m’sorry—ngh—m’sorrrryyyy.. so so s-sorry.. please.. please… pleaseeeee”

you were ruined, you stopped counting how many times you’d came long ago, a mess between your legs as he held your head down into the pillow with one hand while the other held your hip in place. watching his cock slide in and out of you, obscenely loud sloshing and squelching noises bouncing off the wall right along with his whimpers as he reached another climax, abdomen tightening as he staggered his hips and came, painting your insides white with his hot seed for what had to be the millionth time.

you slumped forward, legs and body trembling from the way his cock worked your cunt out, only for him to flip you over into missionary, and get in between your legs, no fucking way, he was still hard.

“no more cho… can’t take it” you breathed out. he whined and leaned closer placing himself at your entrance “m’sorry, just one more.. please.. please.. need it.. need you.. pleaseeeee”

you rolled your eyes “fine one more.. then we’re done, you’ve got homework to finish” you huffed tiredly.

he stopped listening after he heard you say ‘fine’ and sunk right into to you, already crying and whimpering while he rocked his hips forward.

you were sort of amazed at how he could just keep going, how hard he stayed for you, it was kind of an ego boost and you smirked tiredly thinking to yourself ….

fucking loser.

[floruga]

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[sailorkamino]

comparing them to sanrio characters {jjk men}

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ characters: gojo satoru, namami kento, choso kamo, geto suguru

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: food pics, jealous satoru, dramatic suguru, oc curse mentioned (peppa)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ notes: i know offically kuromi = panda but suguru would demand a main character (sorry lloromannic), also hope i got his character right!

[cozytiny]

Playing on the floor