#request 122

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Aushun ffantasy au

Dragon!Roderich/Princess!Erzsebet

Request #122

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[dailysarachidouin]

Sara hypothetically meeting Red (corvidcrowned’s au)

DAY 122: they hate each other<3

( COLLAB W @corvidcrowned!! it did the linework, i did the coloring! HE/IT/BITE FOR RED. )

[ID: Colored digital art of Sara Chidouin from Your Turn To Die and an OC, Red Namida. They both wear the Sonobeno uniform, consisting of a white collared shirt and a green tie under a blue blazer with golden accents paired with a pink skirt and brown loafers. Sara has striped socks of two shades of a purple-ish-pink, and Red wears red socks, with one rolled down. Red also has a cord tail that rests beside bite. Red leans back on one of the checkered seats in the blue room, sticking its tongue out at Sara smugly. Sara stares at him with clear confusion and panic. Behind Sara and Red's heads are splotches of yellow and red respectively. The artists' signatures are written on the bottom of the wall beside Sara's leg, reading: "Tachi!" and "ELI". End ID.]

[cosmic-chat]

YOO ur requests are open dude I love ur art sm literally keeping me alive rn 😭

May I request Trevor and numbuh 122 from the episode where Nigel goes to England I think the characters in that episode deserve more attention !!

Thank you so so much!!! You are literally so right all the characters in that episode deserve so much more attention, absolutely peak designs and silliness!!! Thanks again for sending in this request and for your patience!!

[one-rabbit-every-day]

2.5.

122 - Samurai

[cr4yolaas]

husband headcanons — kenma kozume

tags: fluff, gender neutral reader, not proofread

notes: i used to have the fattest crush on kenma a few years ago but it disappeared and now my kenma game is weak LOL

requested by: @muichirotokito-122

𝜗𝜚 kenma kozume, who is devastatingly clingy at times. he tries not to allow his personal and professional life to interact with one another, but it becomes difficult when he has to spend hours away from you to attend a promotional event or to stream. so, he makes up for it in the comfort of your shared home — whether it’s laying with you couch for hours on end or following you around as you complete your night routine, he can’t quite find it in himself to leave your side. after all, he hasn’t seen you all day, and who are you to reject your husband?

𝜗𝜚 kenma kozume, who has the worst sleeping habits. being on the volleyball team in high school required him to develop a routine, but now that he’s built his own lifestyle, his poor habits are unrestrained. he attempts not to bother you with this, but it’s difficult when he’s getting out of bed at two in the morning to make himself a snack or he’s dragging you to take a nap with him at five in the evening. he apologizes for it every time, though.

𝜗𝜚 kenma kozume, who tends to spoil you a little too much. while he prefers to live a more secluded life, he knows he can get busy at times. thus, he does his best to make up for it when he finally has the time to — he’ll purchase the jewelry you were eyeing online two months ago, and send you a gift card for a personalized spa and massage appointment, and gift you a plushy of your favorite animal on the side, alongside countless other things that he’s kept a mental note of for quite a while.

𝜗𝜚 kenma kozume, who can’t help but mention you at any given moment. he’s a little overbearing with it, at times. your name will constantly pop up during a stream, or he’ll drop hints about you in the midst of an interview. your existence is intertwined with his, and he makes sure to make that evident.

𝜗𝜚 kenma kozume, who prefers to love you through actions over words. he’ll admit he isn’t the best at expressing the way he feels verbally, but he’d be damned if he didn’t show you the extent to which he adores you.

[isjasz]

[Day 122]

Just tiny doodle requests from twt!

[madame-fear]

˗ˏˋ 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 + 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 | 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 ˎˊ˗

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116. (character) is talking to someone about you. they try to hide how they feel about you, but it’s quite obvious. “I like them a normal amount.” character says, “we get along, we’re just friends.” “and you’re a friend... who stares at them smiling to yourself like an idiot?” “shut up, you know nothing.”

117. lazy morning kisses and cuddles.

118. “so wet already? I barely even touched you. You must be quite needy.” (smut)

119. “Can I touch you over here?” (smut)

120. “Do you like it like this? Or should I go slower?” (smut)

121. “You’re blushing, that’s cute.” “Shut up, stupid.” (specify who says this to who)

122. “Can I please hold your hand?”

123. “You’ll have to beg for that.” (smut, specify scenario if possible)

124. “Please, if you could stay with me for the night, I would be grateful. I need you.”

125. (character)’s friends discreetly playing matchmaking by placing both of you in places where you can be alone together. You’re both oblivious to your mutual pining, so at one point they force (character) to ask you out for once and for all.

126. “They gave us... One bed?” “Don’t pretend you don’t like it.” (could end in smut, or simply fluffy teasing)

127. “I think I might be dying... These may be my last words.” “It’s a small fever. If you don’t quit whining, the only thing killing you today will be my bare hands around your neck.”

128. “Touch yourself for me.” (smut)

129. “Your breasts are cold. Can I warm them with my hands?” “No.” “Pleeeeeeaseeeeee?” “Fine, but stop staring at my with those sad puppy eyes.” (smut)

130. Pillowfighting with (character). (Character) is better at it than you, but when you complain about it, they let you win because they genuinely feel bad.

131. Drunken love confessions to you.

132. Same as 131, but with you being drunk and confessing your love to (character).

133. “Don’t you like being all marked by me? Look at you, everyone will know you’re mine.” (smut)

134. “Someone might see us!” “Isn’t that the fun of it, love?” (smut)

135. “You are one pretty little whore. My pretty little whore.” (smut)

136. (character) gently removing your hands from your very flustered face after you give each other your first kiss, finding them smiling to themselves at how adorable you are.

137. “Who hurt you? I’ll get my revenge on them.”

138. “I could warm you up... From the inside.” (smut)

139. character introduces you to someone. “this is my girlfriend/wife!” (specify). you turn to them in confusion, becoming flustered. “yeah... your girlfriend/wife.”

140. “Stop stealing the blankets!” “Gods you’re so oblivious- I want you to come closer and cuddle me to seek warmth!”

141. “Why should I look up at the stars, when you have a whole constellation in your pretty eyes?” (so cheesy, woops)

142. “How come you were in love with me all this time?!” “I THOUGHT I HAD BEEN OBVIOUS ENOUGH ALREADY!”

143. “Look elsewhere, and I stop.” (smut)

144. “You have such a pretty, delicate little mouth. You surely take my cock so well.” (smut)

145. (character) lifting you from the floor, taking you in their arms, and happily swriling you around the place after not seeing each other for quite some time.

146. “We should film this.” (smut)

147. “Go fuck yourself.” “Only if you watch.” (could be smut or not, specify!)

[lnfours]

Can i request 120 + 122 from prompt 1 🥺 thank you and CONGRATS ON 12K 🫶💗

lorddd have mercy, anon, ur gonna kill me. also thank you so so much 🥹🫶🏻

prompt 120: “do you like it like this? or should i go slower?”

prompt 122: “can i please hold your hand?”

obviously, smut warning! 18+ pls only please!

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the room was silent other than the sound of your moans bouncing off the walls. his being muffled due to his mouth exploring the skin of your neck. your nails were digging into the muscle of his bicep, leaving soft crescent moon shapes in the tanned skin.

“fuck,” he said breathlessly, the pace of his thrusts unchanging as he fucked deep into you, hitting the one spot that damn near had your back arching off the bed. thank god for stamina.

“do you like it like this?” he asked between kisses to your shoulder, “or should i go slower?”

“god, no,” you breathed, “like this, please, don’t stop.”

“shit,” he moaned, “fuck, baby, you’re so pretty like this.”

you pulled his face back down to yours, lips locking again in a messy kiss. his tongue licking back into your mouth, swallowing the noises you continued to make as he fucked you into the mattress.

"so good for me," he said, leaning down and pressing kisses to the valley of your breasts, "gonna come, baby?"

you hummed, nodding your head as you tightened around him. his hand moving to snake between your bodies as he started drawing tight circles around your clit.

"so close," you panted, "please, lan."

"come on, love," he said lowly, situating himself above you but not once changing his rhythm as his other hand met your wrist, pinning it beside your head, "can i please hold your hand?"

you nodded, letting him lock his fingers between yours. his thrusts not altering. you let your free hand take over for the one that was bringing you closer to your orgasm, letting him place it beside the other side of your head to help keep his balance.

you moaned, breathless as you spoke, "'m gonna come,"

"come for me baby," he mumbled against the skin of your collarbone. the coil that had been built up in the lower half of your tummy finally snapping and giving you the sweet release you'd been chasing.

he followed in pursuit shortly after you, moaning against the shell of your ear. the warm liquid filling you up as he laid on top of you, catching his breath as he peppered kisses to your face.

you smiled, fingers tangling into the curls on the nape of his neck, letting his face nuzzle into your neck.

"i love you." he said softly, pressing more kisses to your jaw.

"i love you, too."

[fizzy-blood]

Toby NSFW hcs? 🧍😈

Ticci Toby X Reader/'S/O' Headcanons🪓🔥 [NSFW]

RAHHH I know my pookie wookie Linus is gonna eat this shit up- also, thanks for the ask! Also the 122 followers? How the fuck? Idk man... Anyways, hope you enjoy!

WARNING: NSFW/18+ CONTENT [Hatchet fucking, puppy sub, hair pulling, mentions of Toby trying to give himself a dick piercing, praise kink]

Mmmm.... Him... Toby would be so silly...

So... So silly

Well... I know for a fact that he's a switch!

Top or bottom.. He doesn't care as long as he's getting positive attention from it!

In other words... Please don't try to degrade him, he hates it... 😞

But what he does love is having your full attention

He'll look at you with the biggest, most autistic ass eyes on the planet while he pounds into you...

But don't expect him to be able to do that if you're pounding into him... Absolute whimpering mess

Anyways... Dick description time!!🤩 🥳

So... It's about 6 and a half inches and not super girthy.. But Toby's kinda lanky so... It's very fitting...

He did try to pierce it in a couple different spots but it didn't work... So now he just has a couple random scares all over is dick... Ouch

And he doesn't really shave or anything... And I doubt he actually ever tried too...

But he would if you asked... Probably... I dunno if he would actually-

Either way, that thing is fucked up-

And he's also very inexperienced

It's kinda sad

But please be patient with him and show him what to do!

Again, he doesn't really care if he's top or bottom... And he'll try to be more dominant if you tell/ask him to be... But again, he'll probably just end up a whimpering mess

Now for kinks! Yippee!

Two words. Hatchet Fucking.

I actually did write about this in my first Toby fic!

But for those of you who don't understand what that means, it means he'll fuck you with the handle of his hatchet or hatches... Woagh

It will hurt the first few times... But I'm 90% the person reading this has a pain kink... As well as like... Most of this godforsaken fandom...

But other than that I feel like he'd have a praise kink

Both giving praise and receiving it

Especially if you call him a good boy (not self projecting... Idk what ur talking about...)

But call him that and he'll be on his knees for you

To be honest... I feel like he'd be really into the whole "puppy boy/puppy sub" thing

So get him a collar and leash

He'll love it. Trust me.

And he's also into hair pulling

He can't really feel pain so he likes having you take control like that

It's just nice to him <3

Overall a very silly guy who has almost no idea what he's doing... He just wants to be loved I swear!

(This wasn't me self projecting I dunno what ur talking about 😒)

BOOM. DONE. I FEEL SO AWESOME RN 🤩. I hope you enjoyed it! I love writing for Toby and EJ so... I'll take any excuse to write about either of them! Again, asks are open so feel free to pop in there and send me requests!

(Hatchet and Lighter dividers by @sister-lucifer )

[spiteless-xo]

3 and 122 with geto 🙈

yay another geto request, ty anon 🥰 i am a little bit tipsy atm (i had a beer w dinner and apparently it's hitting me hard???) so apologies in advance if there's more mistakes than usual

list of prompts ⋆ masterlist

╰┈➤ smut prompts - 3 & 122. “Aw, your legs are trembling~ does it feel that good?” “Look how good you take it.”

ft. geto/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (drunk sex, semi-public sex, vaginal, tiny bit of choking), explicit language. 1,907 words.

bonus. art by @toxrez

"aw, sugu! your little girlfriend can't hold her liquor!"

"says the man who's been sipping on diet cokes all night."

"hey, what can i say? my body is a temple."

"oh, come on, don't give her such a hard time!"

it's hard to tell who's talking amongst the chatter at the bar and the haze in your mind from all of the alcohol. but you smile and laugh along when you see the others break out into giggles and geto's warm hand on your knee gives you a grounding squeeze.

when geto invited you out for drinks with his friends, you didn't really know what you were signing up for. geto was a moderate drinker, usually wine with dinner or a glass of whiskey before bed -- but shoko and utahime were party girls and gojo was a pusher.

"look! she's laughing!" gojo says, slamming his fist on the table to draw attention before pointing across at you. "uta, go order another round!"

"why do i have to do it?"

you try to follow their squabbling as the room spins around you but your breath catches in your throat when you smell geto's bold, cedar cologne and feel his warm breath on the shell of your ear.

"are you ok? you don't have to keep drinking."

"uh huh!" you say cheerfully, shooting him a lazy grin as you reach forward to grab a glass of water from the table.

he watches you in amusement, eyes crinkling as you bring the glass to your lips -- miss completely -- and then spill all over your shirt.

before you can even set the glass down, he has a handful of napkins and he's dabbing at your shirt. the water is icy cold and shocks away some of your drunken haze. you feel a flood of heat burn in your cheeks as you look around at geto's friends, embarrassed.

"shit, are you ok?" shoko asks and you try to wave her off.

"i'm ok, just a spill!" you say, grabbing some of the napkins from geto's hands to work on cleaning up the mess yourself.

she nods toward the bathrooms in the back of the bar. "they have one of those air dryers in there, you could use it to help dry off," she suggests before nodding toward geto. "smoke?"

"no, i'm gonna stay to help her clean off," geto says, still looking over at you with amusement as you try to dry yourself off.

"go hang out with your friends," you whisper, hoping that you're quiet enough that shoko doesn't catch the waver in your voice. "i'll be fine."

"i want to be with you," he insists, shooting another smile at shoko before she shrugs and walks off, cigarette already pursed between her lips.

"i'm going to the bathroom anyway, i'll be ok," you say. you stand up from your seat and geto mimicks the action.

"perfect, i'll come with you."

gojo howls from his seat at the table. "where are you going?"

you try to stumble out a response, but geto presses a warm hand on your lower back and guides you away from the table without a word. you can faintly hear utahime scolding gojo for being annoying before it's drowned out by the chatter of the bar.

"it's ok, suguru, i can clean myself off -- it's just water."

"i feel partially responsible," he admits, ducking his head to speak into your ear as he guides you to the bathrooms. "i should've warned you."

when the two of you walk down the hallway to the bathrooms, the loud music in the bar is immediately muffled. you let out a sigh of relief at the peace and quiet -- you hadn't realized how overwhelmed you were until you found yourself somewhere quiet.

along the hallway, there are several doors leading to single-occupant bathrooms with a small sink, toilet, and mirror. you duck into the nearest available room and find a little hand dryer in the back corner -- perfect for the water spill on your chest.

"take your shirt off, it will be easier."

you turn around in alarm when you hear the sounds of the bar disappear completely when geto closes the door behind him, leaning back against it as he looks down at you.

the room is small, there's barely enough room for you, let alone your six-foot-three boyfriend. you gulp nervously.

"i'm ok, suguru," you say again, but you grab the bottom hem of your shirt to pull it up over your head. "i don't need your help."

"what if i just want to take a break, too?" he hums, cocking his head to the side.

he watches you with careful, narrowed eyes as you hold your shirt over the fan. you palm at the button and a blast of air shoots out of the machine -- and you immediately drop your shirt.

with a huff, you snap at the hips to pick it up, bending over until your ass is pushing against geto's crotch. he makes a pleased grunt in response and settles both hands on your hips, holding you close even when you stand up tall.

"sorry," you breathe, turning your head to the side to look up at him as he holds you tight against his chest.

"don't apologize," he hums, and he lowers his head down until his lips meet yours.

he tastes like whiskey -- the warm oaky spice flooding your senses as his tongue brushes against yours. one hand slides up from your hip, over your breasts, until his large palm is wrapped around your throat.

you moan into his mouth as he gives you a small squeeze, his other hand dipping low between your thighs, and you can feel the warmth of his hand, even through your jeans.

"is this why you followed me in here?" you ask, breathless when he pulls away.

he smiles, eyes still closed from the kiss. "not entirely... but why waste an opportunity?"

"won't your friends notice we're gone?"

"probably."

"don't you care?"

"i only care about you, princess."

he dips forward again, capturing your lips in another deep kiss. he starts rubbing you firmly through your jeans and when you rock your hips against him, you can feel him hardening against your ass.

"just a quickie," he whispers into your mouth, and he guides you forward against the sink, sliding both hands back to your hips to spin you around to face him.

your chest heaves as you look up at him and you watch his gaze travel from your face to your exposed breasts, only clothed by the bra you put on earlier this evening. he bites his lip, sliding his hands up your waist until he's palming at your breasts, gently thumbing at your hardening nipples through the thin fabric.

"beautiful," he whispers, pulling your bra down to expose yourself to him, just as you hop up to sit on the edge of the sink. "beautiful."

he dips his head low, wrapping his lips around your pert nipple and tonguing at the bud softly as your hands reach down between your bodies. you fumble with his belt, unbuckling it slowly between stuttered gasps as your shoulders fall back into the mirror behind you.

undoing his button and sliding down his zipper, you slip your hand down the front of his jeans and palm at his cock. geto groans in satisfaction around your breast, pressing his hips forward for more as you rub him through his underwear.

he pulls away just enough for you to work on the button of your own jeans, slipping them down off your hips to your knees as geto pushes his down around his thighs.

grabbing your legs, he throws them both up over his shoulder, pushing you hard against the mirror and sliding his cock along your entrance.

"you ok?" he asks, looking down at you with hooded eyes and a dark flushed face.

admittedly, you're contorted into an awkward position, but you don't see any other way of getting this to work with geto in such a small room and the ache between your legs is too needy to be ignored at this point.

you brace your hands on the rim of the sink as he guides his cock between your folds, pushing gently at your entrance until he slides inside.

geto groans from deep in his chest as you gasp at the intrusion, pussy squeezing around him tightly as he rocks his hips into you. you watch the muscles in his jaw twitching as he clenches his jaw, eyes fluttering as he pushes deeper and deeper.

"you ok?" you ask in a breathless pant and he shifts his gaze from where you two meet, up to your face.

"always," he smiles, face softening as he looks at you.

"quickie, remember," you say and he nods.

he thrusts fully into you, then, and the feeling of being filled has you gasping out. you throw your head back, slamming into the mirror with a dull thunk! as geto's hips shift against you -- pulling back before slamming forward again.

he groans, one palm pressed into the mirror beside your head while the other holds your legs in place on his broad shoulder. "shit," he hisses, "you feel so good."

you can only offer him a whimper in response, feeling the head of his cock hitting that soft spongey wall of your cunt. you scrunch your eyes shut, brows furrowed as you bite at your lip, trying desperately to hold back from screaming out his name.

his hips slap against your thighs with every thrust and you can feel your gut tightening, heat flooding between your thighs as your orgasm builds.

"fuck," he moans, his voice slipping into a velvety purr. "i wish you could see this -- see how good you take me."

you nod, biting at your lip as you struggle to hold back your moans, listening to geto's voice as it fills the small space.

"making my cock so wet -- squeezing me so tight -- that's my girl, taking me so fucking well."

your head falls forward into your chest with a choked sob when you cum, squeezing impossibly tighter around him as your pussy flutters through the waves of your orgasm. he moans in approval, fucking you harder and sending jolts of electricity through your body.

"that's it -- cum for me," he grunts, leaning forward to speak into your ear. "your legs are shaking, princess -- does it feel that good?"

"suguru," you gasp, hands slipping from the sink and reaching up to grab fistfuls of his shirt.

geto presses forward, bending you in half and pushing you into the mirror as he fucks you deeper. he groans in your ear, pressing his forehead against you as he nears his release -- you notice that he's shaking, too.

with a gasping groan, he pushes his hips flush against you. you can feel each twitch of his cock as he cums deep inside of you. his hand balling into a tight fist against the mirror as he pants against your ear.

the two of you hardly have time to catch your breath before you're startled by a pounding fist against the door.

"suguwu!" calls a voice from the other side. "are you two done fucking? the girls want to go to the club, let's go!"

geto pulls away just enough to look down at you, face scrunched into an embarrassed frown. you giggle in response.

[daily-teki]

Day 122: HAPPY OUT OF TOUCH THURSDAY EVERYONE

Got the whole memory dance squad together ^^ (yes, these four are what I’ve been working on all week, sorry abt the shit background)

Plus, exciting bonus: the shop is now open! You can now get these four (and partriodge ranger) as stickers if you’d like! I’m gonna make sure to have at least one new out of touch character every out of touch Thursday bc;

1. there’s not enough yttd merch out there so I gotta contribute to society somehow and

2. I wanna make sure that everyone can have a lineup of all their favs ^^

Keep in mind that I’m not doing this for any real profit, I just wanna see people happy with the stuff I make; so please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to make! Doesn’t have to be sticker, teki or out of touch Thursday related, any art request is fine! If you’d like me to make a proper shoplift shoplaugh shoplove Midori poster I can totally do stuff like that too :>

I’ll make sure to keep doing my dailies tho lmao, I just had a bunch of stuff on last week

+ a Teki-less dance squad if you’d like that for background reasons or anything :>

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Alone in the World (#42)

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No Fight Left (#118)

Betrayed Your Kind (#123)

Powers Getting Stronger (#126)

The Hero Chooses to Save the World Instead of Their Lover (list)

Who Decided We Were Enemies? (#135)

I Am Not The One Who Can Help You (#137)

I Can't Control It (#146)

The Line Between Hero and Human (#166)

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Hero Avenges Villain

Rivals to Friends Dialogue (list)

Love Me or Fear Me (#40)

Fated Villain x Hero (list)

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The Consequences to Follow (#28)

The Antidote (#43)

The Sedative (#122)

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The Decoy (#46)

Two Jerk Best Friends (list)

Villain x Villain (list)

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The Visions (#65)

Civilian Prompts:

Civilian that Patches Hero's Injuries (list)

Hero Struggling to Balance their Civilian Life (list)

Hero Removing Their Mask / Identity Exposed (list)

Sidekick Prompts:

Devoted Sidekick x Hero-Turned-Villain (list)

Villain x Hero's Sidekick

[stvharrngton]

Hi! I'd like to humbly request 122 and 126 pretty please with a cherry on top 🖤

here it is anon! i hope you enjoy lmk what you think 💗

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, car sex, crotch riding, cursing, unprotected sex etc etc

prompt: 122. “this feels dirty.” “that’s because it is” and 126. “what has you so excited?” from this list (x)

taglist: @sweetiestevie

(if anyone wants to be added to the taglist please just let me know! <3)

The low hum of the movie playing through the radio filled the car, the lights from the drive in illuminated your features. You were situated on Steve’s lap in the driver’s side of the BMW, one strap of your dress pulled down your shoulder, Steve’s large palms on the flesh of your ass.

Your lips were moving against each other, the kiss hot and wet, tongues swirling together languidly. You rolled your hips gently, whining into Steve’s mouth as the rough of his denim pressed into your clothed core just right. Bringing his hand up to cup your tits over the material of your dress, groping the flesh greedily.

Steve broke the kiss, his lips flying to your neck. Fingers moving to grip your hips, hands rocking your body back and forth over his crotch.

“This feels dirty.” You breathed, the windows of the car steaming up as the movie you came to see was long forgotten.

“That’s because it is.” The boy chuckled against your skin. Breath hot on your neck.

You hands found purchase on the boy’s firm chest, bracing yourself as you rocked back and forth in his lap. Breathy moans quietly leaving your lips at the feeling, the seam of his jeans brushing against your clit in just the right way.

“What if someone sees us?” The question came out as a whine, eyes constantly scanning the windows for other movie-goers passing by.

“Baby,” Steve hushed you, “everyone’s either watching the movie or doing the exact same thing as us. Trust me.” His lips reattached to your neck as his large palm cupped your cheek.

Steve’s other arm snaked around your waist until his hand delved under the hem of your dress, fingers gripping the flesh of your ass. The boy groaned below you, your cunt pressing into his stiff cock with every roll of your hips.

“Fuck,” Steve mewled, eyes fixated on the growing wet patch you were leaving on his jeans, “what has you so excited?”

You squeaked above the boy, your clit throbbing beneath the pretty pink lace of your underwear, begging to be touched. Fingers running down your body to reach under your dress, pulling your panties to the side so your bare pussy could rub against his jeans.

“You, Stevie.”

You moaned loudly at the new sensation, the rough denim rubbing against your clit. The feeling going straight to the coil in your lower stomach, the sweet twist and pull of pleasure making its way through your body.

“Shit, baby— that feel good, yeah?” His gaze glued to how your hips rolled over him, his fingers coming to rub lazy circles on your swollen clit.

“Yes, so good,” you whined. Your hands clutching Steve’s shoulders so you could fuck yourself up onto where his fingers rubbed at you.

Usually, you’d be embarrassed at how needy, how desperate you were being. But you felt too good, too hot to care. Too close to your orgasm and Steve had barely touched you, wholly content at getting yourself off on his clothed crotch.

“Can’t believe, shit- that we’re fucking at a drive-in.” You moaned between breathy laughs, head rolling back in pleasure as Steve pressed his thumb into your clit.

“You’re the one that jumped my bones, babe,” Steve chortled, his cock aching beneath his jeans.

“Uh, no, Steve. You’re the one that stuck your tongue down my throat, remember?” Eyebrows furrowing at the boy’s forgetfulness, your hips beginning to still.

Steve tsked at you, “Can you blame me?” he asked rhetorically, “When I show up to your house to pick you up and you skip out the door in this little thing?” He asked, his hand coming to pull the material of your dress away from your tits.

You groaned as he mouthed at your chest, your fingers tangling in his messy hair. His hands coming to grip your ass again, pushing and pulling at your hips to slide your wet pussy over his bulge.

“Steve,” you whined.

“Hm?” he cooed, “Don’t act like you don’t love it, honey. I know you do.”

Steve had you riled up just right. The way he was pulling you into him, the low rasp of his voice, the way his lips felt hot on your skin; all going straight to your cunt. Your slick coating your thighs, leaking onto his jeans.

“You wanna sit on my cock, baby, hm? Know you’ll ride it so good, even with all these people about.”

You gawked at his statement, your pussy fluttering at the thought of fucking Steve is such a public setting. Your thighs clenched, cheeks flushing a pretty pink under the dull illumination of the movie and the lights surrounding you.

“Yes, God, Steve, fuck—“

“Tell me,” he cut you off, “tell me how bad you want it.”

A low whine left your lips, hips struggling against the boy’s grip. Steve’s large palm came down on the flesh of your ass, the sound rippling throughout the car as he groaned at your stubbornness.

“Come on, sweet girl, tell me,” his finger and thumb pinching your chin, turning your jaw for you to look at him, his big brown eyes turned dark, glazed over with lust, “tell me how much you wanna make a mess on my big cock.”

You mewled above him, lips formed in a pout as you told him, “Want it so bad, Stevie, want your big cock buried inside me.”

The boy groaned, eyes squeezed shut as your tone dripped with need and desire. His fingers fumbled with his belt and zipper, you lifted your hips enough so he could pull his jeans down a little. His cock slapping against the material of his polo.

You watched through hazy eyes as Steve spat in his palm, hand wrapping around his cock as he pumped himself a few times. You angled your hips so he could line himself up with your entrance, but not before he dipped his fingers into your cunt, curling them just right.

Before you could even think about cursing out the boy’s name, he removed his fingers and slapped his hand against your pussy. A sweet whimper tumbling past your lips.

Steve chuckled at your reaction, a slight mocking about him. His cock pushed into you, your hips sinking down onto him inch by inch until he was completely buried in you. You both moaned into the air of the car, the movie and people outside long forgotten about.

You winced at the stretch, the thick girth of Steve’s cock filling you up to the hilt. Slowly beginning to move your hips, dragging your wet cunt along his length, Steve groaned below you, hands gripping the swell of your ass so tight. Fingers sure to leave pretty lavender bruises in the morning.

Steve looked so pretty like this. Hair a little wild, messy strands pushed back by his hands. Lips so plump and pink, parted to let out raspy groans. His eyes glassy and glazed over with a need so carnal, yet so full of fond for his girl.

You moved a little faster now, hips snapping forward as hard as they would allow in the small space. The tip of Steve’s cock brushing against that spot deep inside so well, so achingly well. The tingling in your stomach telling you you were close already.

“Pussy feels so fuckin’ good, baby,” Steve groaned, hands holding your waist now, “fuck.”

Arms snaking around his neck, fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, you leaned into Steve. You bounced your hips, ass slapping against his thighs every time you sank down on his cock.

“Oh, fucking Christ.” He moaned, a sweet sound that was music to your ears. His eyelashes fluttering as his eyes rolled back in pleasure, the boy burying his face in your neck, your sweet perfume overcoming his senses.

“Love this cock, Stevie,” you whined, ass still bouncing deliciously, Steve’s cock covered with your slick, “love being so full ‘f you.”

“Baby,” he cooed, “‘m gonna cum if you keep talkin’ like that.”

“Yeah?” you giggled a little breathlessly, Steve still so deep inside as your fingers wandered down your body, coming to rub at your clit again.

“Yeah,” he breathed, eyes following the route of your fingers, “fuck, baby— I need you to cum first though, yeah?”

You hummed at his words, fingers moving faster over yourself, your soaked pussy still gliding over Steve’s length.

“Yeah, Steve, wanna cum,” you moaned, “please? Please can I cum?”

Your ministrations became frantic now, fingers rubbing harshly at your clit. Your walls clenching around Steve’s cock tightly, your thighs tensing.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “yeah, cum for me, sweet girl.” His hands gripping your hips to move you over him still.

Back arching, your chest pressing into Steve’s face. The coil inside you snapping, a harsh wave of pleasure rolling throughout your body. Vision white hot as your body shook, chants of Steve’s name rolling off your tongue like a song.

“That’s it,” he cooed, “that’s my girl. Such a good girl f’me.”

You whimpered now as Steve took over, not even giving you a second to get over your orgasm. His cock fucking up into you like lightening, the boy chasing his own orgasm desperately.

“‘m gonna cum, fuckfuckfuck.” He groaned sweetly, his hot breath fanning across your neck as you held onto his shoulders for dear life. His movements jostling you in his lap, his stomach tensed as his hips never relented, his cock spurting ropes of hot cum up into you.

Steve whined into your skin, the pretty noise muffled by your neck. His chest heaved, the boy breathing sighs of relief as his body relaxed, hushed whispers of praise and your name escaped his lips.

You both basked in your post orgasm haze, his hands stroking up and down your back soothingly. Steve’s lips pressing soft wet kisses into your temple and cheek. Your fingers carding through his soft locks the way you knew he liked after sex.

“You know,” he started, a breathy chuckle escaping him, “I actually really wanted to see this movie.”

[lpsotd]

Could i request the Giraffe Spotley (#122) to be LPSOTD?

Sincerely, giraffe anon. 🦒

todays littlest pet shop of the day is …. giraffa spotley !! for you, giraffe anon !!

[animeyanderelover]

💘Could I request itachi with prompt 122. “Don’t be scared. I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at them.”?💘

I'll probably announce a date of when I will open my requests again within the next two weeks. I only have 72 left after all which is actually not that much in comparison to what I had before.

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Tags: @shumidehiro @naeho @swagenemyartisan

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, toxic relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, abduction, death

Prompt 122

The flames of the campfire licking away at the wood was a captivating sight, your eyes drawn to its brightness. All the chatter and cackling around you slowly turned into white noise as the bright colours of the fire brought your mind to another time. A time where everything in your life had been boring, normal and fine.

When an object was thrown against your head, you were forced to leave your head and return back to the present, surrounded by bounty hunters who had been forcing you to tag along with them for nearly 2 weeks now. Well, Itachi was after all on one of his long missions so you didn't expect any help from him. You didn't even know when he would return.

"Eat up. That's all you're going to get for tonight." One of them told you rudely. You threw him a dirty sideglance as soon as he had turned his back to you, chatting with a few of his pals as you picked up the small package made out of green leaves. A few onigiri were inside, the impact due to the guy having thrown them against your head had caused some of the rice to fall apart. It was a sad meal as you stared at the meager rice balls who had already partially lost their shape. You knew better than to reject the food though because not only would that mean that they might starve you purposely for a bit but you also weren't keen on receiving another hit against your face from one of those idiots. Your cheek still stung slightly even days after you had been knocked down simply by irritating one of the members of this group a bit.

Ultimately they wouldn't kill you though. For now at least. After all people wanted you alive as bait to lure out the famous Itachi Uchiha. Since when had your value only been dragged down to Itachi Uchiha? When had you stopped being your own individual and instead were only famous as his 'lover'?

You munched away on the onigiri, ignoring the glances you received from the women and men around you and the way they snickered tauntingly. They only cared for the money after all. Whatever would happen to you was none of their concerns as long as they received their price for collecting you.

If you remembered right, you'd arrive in a day or two your destination. Then you'd be handed over like a useful tool and would be kept until you'd lose your value, which was obviously only Itachi Uchiha. You could technically be liberated after that because you had only been an innocent citizen before you'd been kidnapped by a famous criminal but you were smarter than to hope for such a thing. You'd probably be either killed in the near future or you'd be kept for another purpose. In either case, you would never be able to go back to your own life.

Well, that was what you had expected and prepared for anyways when you had decided to be abducted once again by those people of your own free will. You had just been tired of being stuck in the small cottage, tired of being forced to wait for weeks until Itachi would return from his missions the Akatsuki had assigned to him and tired of your helplessness to do nothing else. The walls of the cottage had turned suffocating and a heaviness had settled somewhere inside your chest that no warm but ultimately shallow words of apologies and comfort could have erased. You had felt like you were slowly forgetting what you were like until only a shell of you would remain. That's why you had decided to follow those bounty hunters without any resistance when they had found you as you had wandered aimlessly around the woods despite Itachi's urgent warnings to never leave the area.

Had you tried to escape? You didn't know anymore. You just remembered that you had desperately wished to be anywhere else but in this cozy cage which was slowly sucking your soul out of you.

"Time to go to bed for you."

A woman told you as she walked over to you when noticing that you had finished your food, dropping the sleeping back, a pillow and blanket in your hands before walking away again. You let out a sigh as you stood up from your place and started throwing away small rocks or any other objects that might end up poking you annoyingly as soon as you'd lay down. You spread out the sleeping back, felt everyone's eyes watching you as you crawled inside the sleeping back, throwing the blanket you had been given so kindly over your body before flopping your head down the pillow. It smelled terribly after dirt and sweat but you didn't have anything better to use.

One of them walked towards you and to your dismay he stopped when he stood right above you. You just stared at the dark edges of the forest that the light of the fire couldn't reach.

"Your prince didn't show up so far, did he?" He asked you and even if you didn't look him into his face, you could almost picture his disgusting grin on his face. You remained qiet but unfortunately he didn't move, gauging you for any reaction. Was he expecting you to be sad about the fact that Itachi hadn't come so far or what?

"That's lucky for you then, isn't it? If Itachi would have found me by now all of you wouldn't be alive right now." You replied bluntly as you stared straight ahead. Only one or two days more...

"Huh? Would you like to repeat that again?"

You had offended him, angered him with what you saw as the only truth. You could see from the corner of your eyes how he bent down a bit, although you still didn't bother to look at him.

"You're only acting so tough and cool because we're so close to the destination. However, all of you were so tense and rigid in the beginning because you were terrified that Itachi might appear at any second from somewhere. We all know that you wouldn't stand a chance against Itachi even if all of you would fight him at once."

You repeated yourself once again, your voice dismissive and unimpressed by his pathetic attempts to intimidate you. He didn't say anything after that, although you could still feel his eyes glaring down at your body. He didn't utter a single word when he suddenly stepped on you, the heel of his foot pushing heavily down on your shoulders as he put his entire weight down on you. He reeked of sweat and dirt but you kept that for yourself as you clenched your jaw, swallowing down any whimper or other sound that would reveal your pain to his arrogant ass.

Eventually he stepped down from you and for a short moment you thought that he'd let it be only to receive a kick against your ribs in the next moment. You forced the groan of pain down as you bit down on your bottom lip, forcing your eyes to just contiue to stare straight ahead to show him how little you respected him and took him seriously.

He let out a scoff when you didn't budge in any meaningful way before deciding that you were not worth it as he walked away and joined his buddies again. God, you couldn't stand those people or their cocky facade as if all of them thought that they were something special for capturing you when you had really just given them an easy time by allowing them to help you to get away from that dull life you had been forced to live for almost 2 years now. Your current situation was frustrating, angering and downright annoying due to all those dumb people but you preferred it over the nothingness Itachi had forced you into.

~~~

When you woke up, the blinding darkness around you roused you from your sleepy mind. Why was the campfire out? They had never put it out since two of them were always playing guards for the night to ensure that no one would attack them. They had absolutely no confidence to fight in the dark as all they were capable of were a few meek ninjutsu and some mediocre taijutsu and weapon skills.

It's not like they were bad with what they were doing but in comparison to Itachi they just seemed so clumsy and ungraceful. You sat slowly up, your ears trying to pick up any sound as your hearing was the only thing you could rely on right now as you could barely see anything. The lack of noises was the next thing you noticed with growing worries. You couldn't hear any snoring nor any breathing from around you. There was only the same sad silence you had grown to hate, telling you that there was nothing and no one around you. The same silence that had always reminded you that you couldn't choose anything besides withering slowly away.

You couldn't sense nor see him but you knew that he was there. You gave out a pitiful chuckle, hugging your knees as you rested your chin on them.

"How long do you plan to conceal yourself from me, Itachi?"

You would never know how long he had been there already or how long everyone around you had been dead already, you only knew that you suddenly felt his hands resting on your shoulders. Had he been standing behind you the entire time?

A shudder went through your body as you could almost feel coldness creeping up your spine. The air around you became heavier all of a sudden, his presence behind you omnious and powerful. He was nothing like all those murdered people could have stood a chance against and they had clearly paid that with their own lives. There would have been no way for them to get out of this alive, they had been doomed to die from the start. Meeting you had been their demise.

Itachi removed his hands instantly when he noticed the spike of fear inside of you. Your back tingled as you sensed how he tried to suppress all the murderous pressure he had failed to properly contain. It ebbed away slowly as he carefully regained his composure until his presence felt familiar to you again and only a heavy knot inside your chest reminded you that you couldn't trust him.

“Don’t be scared. I’m not angry with you. I’m angry with them.”

Hearing his deep voice made your heart feel heavy once again. You had grown far too familiar with it as it had been the only human sound that had surrounded you for too long until you had almost forgotten how anyone else could have sounded, his voice the only thing echoing around inside your mind.

What did he mean by saying that he wasn't angry with you? Did he know? You wouldn't have been surprised if he would have. It was creepy how well he knew you yet you couldn't still grasp entirely how he functioned and worked.

"You're going to take me back to that soulless place again?"

It sounded less like an actual question and more like an observation you knew would be true anyways.

"We can't go back there. Since the cottage was found by them, there's no guarantee that others won't be able to do the same. It isn't safe there anymore. I'll find another place for us. If you want to take anything from there with you though, I will-"

"Spare me that pretentious guilty tone of yours, will you?" You asked him with an agitated hiss before you forced yourself to calm down, although the guilt dwelling in his voice scratched terribly at your pride and heart.

You stood slowly up, kicking your legs out of the sleeping back before you rose from your position on the ground. Your eyes aimlessly searched around yet the moonlight shining through the trees barely allowed you to see anything. Only Itachi's figure was faintly visible for you and it was the one thing you really didn't want to see.

"I can't see anything. Is it possible for you to light the campfire again?"

"I can't do that. I...I don't want you to see your surroundings."

You clenched your hands into fists when you heard that meek and quieter tone of his again, apologetic and gentle as if you were a baby deer in the woods he didn't want to scare away. You knew that he wanted to spare you the sight of dead bodies he had killed all by himself but this apparent consideration for your own feelings was exactly what you hated so much about him. His guilt angered you, insulted you more than if he would have just been like those bounty hunters. Dealing with an arrogant jerk was far easier than with a man who felt guilty for his own actions and showed you kindess despite being a criminal, mass murderer and your abductor all in one. Because those feelings didn't allow you to read him properly and frightened you silently of the darker side that slumbered underneath that kind facade.

"Nevermind then." You sighed as you carefully tried to feel your way through the darkness with your feet. You didn't appreciate when Itachi instead grabbed your hand carefully and led the way so you wouldn't bump against any bodies on your path.

You could feel his hand clenching ever so slightly around yours. Not enough to hurt you but just enough to make you notice. You wondered if he was silently pondering over something in his head and a bad feeling made itself noticable somewhere in the pit of your stomach. You didn't want to hear him saying those empty words again that would change nothing besides maybe relieving his consciousness a bit by reminding himself that he wasn't as low as he thought he was.

"(y/n)..."

You didn't reply in hopes of him noticing your silent prayers and sparing you from his words. Because by doing so he would have done something far more selfless than acting all nice and considerate whilst still keeping you within a cage he had set up all pretty and nice-looking for you.

"I'm sorry."

You felt your heart drop when he spoke his apology in such a hushed tone. Those were merely words that held no meaning behind them anymore. They were devoid and empty as you had heard them far too many times already and every apology made you feel like getting slowly closer to a breakdown.

[angelbaby-fics]

Really late tea party request but stucky with a little reader who is just a clutch falling over everything, poor baby always getting hurt :(

awweee i actually scratched up my arm today on a doorknob and had to put a bandaid on it but i wish i had steve & buggy doin it for me ❤️ 122 words

you hissed and recoiled as steve put a warm cloth on your wound. "shh… shh baby its okay." bucky patted your head, smoothing down your hair as you cried. steve's heart felt like it was going to rip in two as he ripped open the paper bandage wrapper and carefully dressed your wound. you'd been running through the halls, chasing alpine from room to room, when your sock slipped on the hardwood floor and sent you flying to the ground. your daddies had found you there crying, alpine walking worried circles around your injured self. "its okay baby, we've got you." "you're gonna be ok, sweet angel. i know it hurts now, but i promise it'll be better before you know it."

you're invited to my tea party! - this event has finished, but thank you for participating!