#🥀Request Denied🥀

[twilight-town-express]

Hullo! I’d like to request some masc name suggestions for Paul Sheldon from Misery, and, if it’s not too much trouble, a mood board for the same character with rain and snow, typewriters, bandages, and pine forests.

Thank you!

@soapy-ocean-dragon

Hello! I’m sorry but due to me not knowing a lot about the source material, I will not be able to do this request

[scarletrottings]

hiii may I request kyouka izumi from bsd renders?? thanks bunni!!

Augh I’m sorry for denying this anon! There seems to be a decent amount of transparents for her and I’m not sure I wanna lock in like that for bsd…

[redr0sewrites]

ahem ahem... I saw your requests were open and i am viciously starving for arcane content sooooooo

Praise n Mommy kink w/ Service top Caitlyn x fem reader? 👀

Decent...?

🥀A/n : GRRRRR I LOVE U FOR THIS- it has a twist at the end i really enjoyed hehe, so i hope u like it too!!! gen considering making this a series...

🥀 Pairing(s) : Caitlyn x fem!reader

🥀Cw : smut, aftercare/fluff at the end, mommy kink, praise, safeword mention, pwp, Vi walks on on yall at the end, sub!fem!reader

🥀 minors dni

you hurry up towards Caitlyn's room, navigating the familiar passageways of her mansion towards your lover. you were stopping by to visit her after hearing about her return to Piltover, and you couldn't deny that you were excited to hear about the experience. she had sent you a letter in the middle of her trip, but you were practically dying for more details.

while it had only been a few days since you'd last seen her, you were already bubbling with anticipation. you had heard all about her theories and hoped, for her sake, she had caught a lead.

you had also heard about her escapades with a certain red head from the undercity, and above all, you were intrigued about the new acquaintance she had seemingly made.

as you approached the door to her room, you felt a moment of hesitation overcome you as your hand hovers over the door knob. you hope she wasn't too tired, Caitlyn had a tendency to wear herself out after long days and difficult jobs. you didn't want to wake her if she was sleeping, but your desire to see her trumps your worries.

knock, knock.

you gently knock on the door, and after a beat of silence, a familiar voice beckons you in. however, before you could enter, Caitlyn opens the door without you even touching the handle and pulls you into a tight hug.

"hey, baby.. you okay?" you ask, gently carding a hand through her hair. she releases you, a tired but warm smile on her face. "i'm better now that you're here, darling." she gently pulls you into her room, closing the door to reveal its emptiness. you were both relieved and disappointed, as you were hoping to meet Vi, but grateful for the time alone.

the room is quiet as you move towards the bed and sit down, the mattress dipping beneath you. you kick off your shoes before climbing fully onto the bed and, after a beat of silence, you broke the tension.

"soo... how'd it go?" Caitlyn heaves a sigh, flopping down beside you on the bed and groaning. she takes off her shoes and outer layers, and begins to rant. "so much happened, it was incredible, and terrible, and life-changing all at once... and even after all that we- I failed. i found the truth about the undercity, about the crystal, everything, and yet- i couldn't retrieve it." Caitlyn sighs again, and turns to press a kiss to your temple.

"i'm sorry.." you whisper, unsure of what to say. fuck, why is comforting people so hard? Caitlyn chuckles, her breath light against the side of your face. "it's okay, none of it is your fault. i'm just a bit... stressed, darling. nothing to apologize for."

Caitlyn's gaze meets yours, and your breath hitches as clear blue eyes meet yours. "y'know.. i know something that can help with stress," you tease, and shoot Caitlyn a corny wink. she bursts out laughing, lurching forward slightly and your noses brush together as you both giggle.

"oh, shut it, you!" she laughs, but pulls you into a kiss. the mattress creaks slightly as she gets onto her knees, and you follow her lead. she sits up on the bed and you follow, lips chasing hers as she ravishes you.

"mngh.."

the soft whine that escapes your lips made your cheeks heat as Caitlyn pulls you onto her lap. how is this woman so composed? her lips immediately find yours again as she pulls you in, both of her hands frame your face as you meet in another electric kiss.

even though it had only been a few days since you had seen eachother, Caitlyn was determined to make it up to you.

you struggle to ground yourself, gasping between kisses as Caitlyn gently pushes you down upon the bed. she moves to straddle you, her muscular thighs are firm against you and in the moment, you can think of nothing but her. fuck, how did i pull her? the thought evaporates in an instant as she leans down to kiss you again, her skirt riding up as your lips press together.

this kiss is more fierce, a sloppy and entrancing mixture of teeth and tongue. delicate hands travel down to your waist as your back arches off the bed, and you feel a twinge in your gut as Caitlyn rolls her hips against you. "hngh-" you gasp, and Caitlyn pulls away slightly to take in your flushed features.

"is this okay, darling?" you nod fervently, your back arches slightly as your hands find purchase on her hips. Caitlyn chuckles at your enthusiasm but says nothing, before climbing off of you completely. you almost let out an indignant whine, when Caitlyn quickly begins to undress. immediately understanding, you follow her lead, until your both bare except for your undergarments.

"your so pretty, darling," she murmurs, and kisses your collarbone. your breath hitches as her trail of lovemarks and affection travels lower and lower, until she reaches your navel.

Caitlyn presses a gentle kiss on your happy trail before hooking her fingers through the waistband of your soaked panties. her gaze drifts down to your drooly pussy, yet she doesn't move an inch.

"is this okay, my sweet?" the sight of her piercing gaze on your clothed cunt combined with her velvetty words made you tremble, and you nod yet again. your brain is already turned to mush, and both of you know that you're too far gone for words at this point. you have been dating Caitlyn for a few months, and yet you still fold from just a few simple touches. maybe you are pussy whipped.

Caitlyn removed your panties and tosses them to the side before gently toying with your soaked pussy. you clench around nothing as nimble fingers trace through your folds, gathering your slick.

"already so wet, such a good girl," Caitlyn whispers, before leaning down to press a kiss on your clit. simultaneously, she curls a finger inside you, slowly stretching out your gummy walls and easing you into a comfortable rhythm. you can't help but squirm at the intrusion, and the addition of another finger only makes your brain more fuzzy.

"thats it, that's my girl," she coos, curling two fingers against a spot that makes you see stars. at the same time Caitlyn leans down and licks a stripe up your cunt, sucking on your pulsing clit and stimulating all the places her fingers can't reach. "o-oh!" you gasp, your back immediately arching as you begin to slowly grind against her face, desperate for friction. Caitlyn chuckles against your aching cunt, and the vibrations against your pussy make your head spin.

"ffuck- Caitlynnghhg-" you mewl as she slips a third finger into your clenching heat. your slick coats her lips and fingers, and you can feel your release approaching. "m close, please please mommy-" you whine, throwing your head back as your thighs begin to tremble. your lover notices the familiar pet name and realizes how close you are, and begins to speed up her fingers' pace.

in tandem with her strokes, Caitlyn sucks harder on your clit, her tongue working wonders as it swirls over your needy bud. "mommy, please-" you keen, feeling the coil in your stomach tightening to a breaking point.

your cunt flutters and siezes around her fingers as she pushes you over the precipice. with a final, guttural moan, your back arches and your thighs squeeze around your lovers head as your first orgasm of the night washes over you.

as you begin to come down from your high, you realize that Caitlyn has stood up and is scuffling around by your bedside table. your stomach flips in excitement as you see her take out a familiar strap. Caitlyn quickly joins you on the bed, and fastens the harness.

"you did s'good for me, darling, so good. now, i need you to suck on mommy's cock n' get it all wet, okay?" your cheeks flush at her words, and you realize how lewd you had sounded before. "don't get shy on me darling, i need you to stay with me. now, open up, okay?" Caitlyn reaches out to grab your face as you lay on your stomach in front of her. your neck cranes to "taste" her silicone dick as it rubs against your cheek, and you take her cock in your mouth.

you make sure to swirl your tongue over the tip, making direct eye contact with Caitlyn as you do so. a sliver of drool slips past your lips and she doesn't hesitate to scoop it up with her thumb. the amount of trust between you two, combined with the vulnerability of your position, only makes you more needy.

Caitlyn gently pulls her strap out of your mouth, careful not to move around to much lest she choke you. her silicone cock is dripping with your own spit, and she orders you to lay back on the bed.

"relax, dear, just give me a second.." Caitlyn murmurs, crawling atop you and aligning her dripping strap with your soaked cunt. she pauses as she rubs her dick against your folds, and makes eye contact with you. "do you remember the safeword?" you nod, tucking your head into the crook of her neck and whispering it in her ear.

"good girl," Caitlyn murmurs, almost absentmindedly. she aligns her strap with your aching cunt, one hand rubbing soothing circles on your thigh while the other toys with your clit. "your so sweet for me.." she whispers, and slowly begins to push her cock inside of your cunt. you mewl at the intrusion, burying your head into thr crook of her neck as your gummy walls clamp down on her strap.

"you can take it, darling," Caitlyn purrs, and thrusts fully into your soaked heat. swift fingers continue to toy with your clit as you fall apart, crumbling even though she hasn't even moved yet. Caitlyn seems to realize this, and slowly pulls out before pushing her cock back inside of you. her strap reaches places inside of your pussy that your fingers could never hit, and your eyes roll back from pleasure.

"mnghh-ommy!" the term of endearment slips out yet again before you even have the time to think, and Caitlyn curses under her breath. her thrusts begin to increase in pace, reaching deeper and deeper inside you as tears well up in your eyes. the pleasure is mind numbing as she continues to circle your clit with her thumb, and your hips instinctively roll up off the bed towards her touch.

Caitlyn's hair slips over her shoulders, framing the both of you in an indigo silhouette. you can already feel your release beginning to build as Caitlyn thrusts in, buried to the hilt in your sloppy pussy. your clit pulses beneath her touch, already yearning for release.

"mommy, please," you mewl tearily, thighs quaking as your eyes roll back into your head. "m close-" Caitlyn shuts you up with a kiss, burying her tongue in your mouth. you can taste your own slick, and the thought only makes you needier. Caitlyn's thrusts begin to grow sporadic as the bed shakes, and you know that you won't last much longer.

as if on cue, Caitlyn breaks away from your kiss to whisper in your ear. "its okay, baby, you can cum," she murmurs, accentuating her words with a deep thrust. the tip of her cock ever so gently brushes against your cervix and you sob from the mixture of pain and pleasure. the coil in your abdomen is tightening beyond belief, and a few more wanton moans fall past your lips.

Caitlyn rolls her hips especially deep, rocking against you as the sound of skin slapping against skin and your own moans drown your senses.

"go on, hah, darling. you can cum," Caitlyn's voice slurs, her breath tickles your face as your bodies collide. all it takes are these few words for you to come undone, your back arches and your eyes roll back as you fall into ecstasy. tears stream down your face as pleasure washes over you like a tidal wave.

as you come down from your euphoric high, Caitlyn presses soft kisses across your face. "you did so good for me, my sweet, so good. 'm so proud," she coos, brushing the hair out of your face and pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. all you can do is nod, too fucked out for anything else.

"lets get you cleaned up, okay darling?" again, you nod, melting into her embrace as she scoops you up. and head towards the bathroom. fuck, she's strong, you think, nestling into her embrace as she presses yet another kiss to your forehead. you wouldn't have it any other way.

suddenly, a knock on the door startles you both and, without warning, a red haired girl barges in.

"Caitlyn! i have something to- OH SHIT" the girl turns away, face almost turning the color of her hair in shock. you rush to cover yourself with a nearby robe, flushing under the scrutiny of the stranger in front of you. Vi, you recognized internally. Caitlyn had only been able to send you one letter while she was in the undercity, but it had told you a bit about the red haired stranger in front of you.

"Vi! what did i tell you about knocking!" Caitlyn is flushed, and quickly wraps a towel around her bare form. Vi, clearly embarrassed, turns away, and you can't help but laugh at the sight of such a gruff individual looking so awkward.

Caitlyn soon joins you in your laughter, and Vi rolls her eyes. "can you two please get decent so i can talk to you?" she huffs, and you can't help but smile. "alright, alright", Caitlyn sighs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "you bathe without me, okay? i'll join you in a minute, after i get decent". she accentuates the last words in a mocking tone, and Vi grumbles again. "lovebirds.." she sighs, and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

"that should teach her to knock," you giggle, and Caitlyn shoots you a look. "knowing her, it won't," she chuckles, and you squeeze her hand. you can tell she's concerned about whatever Vi had to say, and you know how important this case is to her. "go talk to her, she wouldn't have barged in if it wasn't important."

"i don't want to leave you-"

"i can handle myself, Cait. now seriously, go. i think Vi will throw a fit if you don't join her soon," you reply, kissing Caitlyn again on the nose.

"i love you, darling," she murmurs, and you watch as she gets dressed. blowing you one last kiss, she leaves the room, where you can see Vi's silhouette in the hallway. Caitlyn closes the door behind her and you enter the bathroom, relaxed and content. you knew Caitlyn would join you soon, but for now, it would be best to enjoy a peaceful shower alone. you hope your next meeting with Vi would be less chaotic, and more, as she put it, decent.

Caitvi x reader slowburn multi chapter fic... what do yall think... ummm...... these woman are corrupting my brain hhhhhh..... aaaaaaaa!!! would yall want Decent to become a series?? anyways GOSH this took wayyyyyy too long like i could NOT finish the smutty part in the middle i hope it wasn't too obvious🙏🙏🙏 i actually really enjoyed this req ehhehee- hope u enjoyed too!!!

[alexiroflife]

sukuna takes a while to learn how to treat you with softness…

fluff, soft sukuna strikes again, vague mentions of suggestive themes

ask

🥀🥀🥀...

at first, sukuna's instinct is to reject you. he finds you to be rather too clingy for his taste, ogling him as though you are bound by a love spell to his will. he believes you to even be stupid, that hazy look in your round eyes growing heavier as you take him in, a dopey smile stretching across your face and pinching your cheeks. he doesn’t know why he entertains you at first. he thinks perhaps he can find your devotion useful in some way, considering the fact that you would have severed your own ten fingers yourself if he had ordered you to do so

as time goes by, however, your attachment to him grows to be a pestilence in his eyes. there is nowhere he can step without you stepping on the same path just behind him, nothing he can say without you nodding in eager agreement at his side, and nothing he can think without you reading his mind, voicing his inner thoughts before he has a chance to verbalize him. he’s glaring at you more often than he’s humoring you, attempting to puzzle who exactly you are and what your deal is. he’s seen worship under his authority, but not in the way you do so. you’re so… spritely, so happy to even look at him when he has accustomed himself to soldier-like obedience and fear-stricken loyalty

what he finds specifically confounding is that you don’t fear him. despite all the things you have seen him do, the obscenities that fall from his mouth, the humans like you that he has torn limb from limb, and the lack of mercy and sympathy he withholds within his bones, you still turn to him excitedly. as though he is some kind of savior to you when he should have been the very thing making you run for the hills

and you're so... innocent. at least, you behave in such a way. you carry a brightness about you, one that shines into the darkest aspects of his world and almost blinds him with your beam. you seem far too light to be associated with himself, yet he knows you aren't completely innocent because you spend your time in his company, allowing him to do to you as he pleases

despite how often sukuna brushes you away when he is not physically indulging his needs by means of you, you are nothing but chirpy greetings, heart-shaped eyes, and polite requests to sit in his lap and kiss his cheek. sukuna denies all of this at first, but the more your persistence proceeds, he finds himself allowing you to get away with more. he keeps a blank face as you press your warm, soft lips to his cheekbone and wind your arms tightly around his neck, giddily bouncing on his thigh with glee when he doesn't push you away. his body goes limp rather than turning from you completely when you throw yourself into him, tightening your arms around his midsection and pressing your warm cheek to his chest. he even ducks his head for you wordlessly when you reach a hand up to fix his hair mindlessly, threading your fingers through silky salmon locks with your face aglow with pure adoration. while his gaze elsewhere looks hard, you know he is warming up to you nonetheless

sukuna knows something is wrong with him when he starts waiting for your affections, bringing you around him more often to sit nearby and keep him company. any time you fail to greet him with a huge grin and wide, inviting arms (which only really happened once mistakenly), he's glowering at you harshly, brows ticked downward and lips set in a firm, tight scowl. he's in a crabby mood, but he doesn't say anything or mention it to you, refusing to show in any way that he has begun to look forward to your daily interactions with him

he's cold for the next few minutes until you're pressing your palm to his broad shoulder, looking up at him curiously with loving eyes. you ask him if he's alright, to which he responds with a grunt and the twitch of his arm away involuntarily. you blink, yet do not take his bitterness personally, and smile kindly

you tilt yourself up onto your tip-toes, palms meeting either side of his face, and press a gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. he stills, expression faltering slightly though his arms remain crossed over his chest and his crimson eyes stare ahead. when you pull away, grinning, he visibly softens and attempts to hide so. his teeth grind together and he snaps his gaze to you out of the corner of his eye, frowning. you walk off without another word, hand lingering on his arm when you turn away mentioning something about fixing him tea, and his eyes follow your fading figure calmly

as much as you enjoy bestowing your affections upon the king of curses, he struggles to understand that you in turn desire the same affections that he is previously incapable of providing. you, ever the foolishly kind woman, never complain or express your needs to sukuna, but he begins to observe a shift in you when your arms cling around yourself for comfort or your hand runs tenderly over the back of your own neck, a tired glint in your normally shining eyes

naturally, instead of speaking to you, sukuna seeks uraume for assistance, who knows far better about the human race and their conditions than sukuna cares to recall or learn himself. though he does not at all understand what the purpose of giving you such attention is when he never asked for it from you in the first place, something within him is itching to satiate your needs, to bring you contentment and peace the way you do him. he wants to put this feeling off as a burden, but internally, he knows that you and this blooming desire are anything but. still, he doesn't make knowing this easy

his reciprocation starts with him opening one of his arms slightly when you approach him, welcoming you into his side. he feels odd doing so, but once he catches the way your eyes burst with joy and that breathtaking grin of yours appears, a flutter in his chest tells him that he is on the right track, though he truly hasn't even done anything

he slowly transitions to nodding his head over to you, beckoning you over to sit with him, or having the servants make you whatever meal you tell him that you are craving when he asks. it's difficult for sukuna not to take completely to only showering you with material gifts as a form of reciprocation, for displays of affection are very rare for him to come by. it's even harder for him to understand that he can't be as rough with you as his subconscious encourages him to

a sort of cuteness aggression often takes hold of him when he is with you, the urge to squish your cheeks in bruisingly or smack your ass so hard it leaves a bruise (which he actually has done a couple times) as you walk away consuming him, but uraume reminds him that you are breakable - still a human, and a human who favors soft affection at that

he finally gets the gist one night when you are tangled up against his bare body, nose tucked into the crook of his neck with your arms thrown around him, the very action serving as your sole source of comfort

sukuna keeps a hand over your waist and the other just under the plush of your bum, holding your thigh. you twitch against him, weak from your previous indulgences of lustful hunger, when you murmur something into his skin. sukuna turns slightly, quirking a brow down at you. "what? speak up," he demands, his voice soothingly low.

you hum and shift, pushing yourself further into him. "can you massage my head, please?"

sukuna's lips turn up, befuddled. "what for?" you're silent for a moment.

"dunno. i think it would feel nice." when sukuna fails to respond, you're quick to add: "but you don't have to. this already feels good."

sukuna exhales, now faced with a task he did not comprehend. how fast did you want him to go? how hard? how soft? did you want the top of your head massaged or the lower part, closer to your neck? what if his fingers are too sharp?

despite the questions that flow through his head, sukuna does not desire to leave you hanging. especially so after you've tried to reel back in on your request, and you hardly ever ask him for anything but his time and presence in the first place. the salmon-haired curse clicks his teeth. "do not tell me what i can and can not do," he orders, and he feels you smile against him.

"yes, my lord."

slowly, sukuna raises his hand from your thigh to tuck through your hair, fingers sliding into your scalp. you exhale softly, relaxing further against his chest as he gently scratches at your head in gradual, calming circles. your lashes flutter in contentment, heat lifting to your face and gentle hums of satisfaction falling from your lips. blood-red eyes keep themselves pointed down into your back, his other hand smoothing over your spine.

"kuna," you murmur, and for a moment the said being believes you are going to tell him to stop, that he is harming you in some way.

"what is it now?"

"...a little lower please?"

he scoffs. "needy," he remarks, though obeying mindlessly and sliding his hand down further, pressing his fingers tenderly into the back of your head and caressing meticulously. "i'm only doing this because you have manners."

you hum again, your thigh rising over his torso as you curl into him, the sensation of his fingers in your hair alleviating any tension in your body and rendering you to putty in his embrace. "thank you," you whisper, a coat of goosebumps dotting over sukuna's skin in reaction to your gentle breath.

you sound so grateful, so humbly in love that it tears away at sukuna's hardness, and he suddenly wants to massage all of you until you're thanking him again and again, over and over, and the honey-drenched sweetness of your voice soaks him in its honesty.

he thinks he gets it now as he turns his head into you, lips brushing the shell of your ear. skin to skin, heart to heart, sukuna shivers at the realization of what you are to him and the proper place softness how has in his life when it comes to you.

from then on, sukuna's at your beck and call whilst pretending, very poorly, not to care about you. he presses his lips to your temple swiftly when you hug him, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder to carry you along with him to wherever he decides to go, he brushes pieces of hair from your neck on hot days to reduce your discomfort, and he holds his arms tightly around your waist when you sit with him on his throne, his chin tucked to your shoulder and that same stern expression on his face

he lets you do as you please, holding his hand and dragging him out to the garden with you, bringing him to sit beside you when you eat lunch, and asking him to help you with little mundane things that he would have never bothered doing before

your clinginess to him has grown contagious, for suddenly he can not imagine you failing to be by his side, and frankly, he does not want to. he anticipates your kisses, learns how to cradle your palm gently, figures out all your likes and dislikes and interests and desires and has his servants work twenty times as hard to make you happy, though all you really need to be happy is him

he still doesn't get how someone like you managed to fall in love with him, nor how he managed to return those feelings just as strongly, but he now stubbornly holds onto you, refusing to let you out of his sight for any reason. you are his, now, his alone, and he would burn the world for you if you only asked with that soft politeness in your tone that entertains him so much

sukuna is a hard being, with a hard exterior and an even harder heart. he's a sadist, a murderer, a king of demons and all chaos and misery that roams the earth

but you... you bring him down to a wordless, tranquil being of action who has taught himself how to care for you with the same gentleness that you care for him. his roughness, of course, has not been stripped away. he still fucks you with intense vigor and speaks to you with the same firm haughtiness in his tone, but even so, for you, he has become lighter. quieter. handsier. easier. softer.

[cherryredstarz]

HI!! This is my first time sending a request, but I just LOVE YOUR FICS! So I would like to ask if I could ask for sylus and mc playfighting and then things get a little spicy. Or you could just do them play fighting if your not comfortable writing the other idea! HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT💓💓

A/n: OF COURSE I LOVE THIS ❤️❤️

Cw: NSFW, oral (fem receiving), Sylus x afab reader, fluff, pussy pronouns, SYLUS IS AN AFTERCARE KING

Wrestle 🥀

It’s a lazy afternoon in the N109 Zone. Rain is pouring outside in the heated haze of midsummer heat, and you’re lounging on Sylus’s couch as the air conditioner blasts cool air throughout his home. Fortunately, you had your own stash of clothes at his house (albeit Sylus would neither confirm nor deny he’s had a second wardrobe prepared for you for a long while). A thin red tank top and a soft black skirt would do—nothing else.

Surprisingly, it’s Sylus’s lack of clothes that intrigues you today; typically rain or shine, Onychinus’s leader is in some sort of suit, long sleeved button down, or thick sweater no matter the temperature inside or outside. Today, he is wearing nothing but his underwear. And even better, it’s the pair of pink ‘joke’ boxers you bought for him with your face on both the crotch and the booty cheeks as a prank.

“Nice pair of undies you got there.” You lean your head off the couch, almost hanging upside down. Somehow, you’re still sweaty enough that there’s a slight sweat mark on the couch cushion.

“They’re beautiful, are they not? They truely encompass my Kitten’s artistic vision and thoughtfulness.” Sylus grins leisurely, like a Cheshire Cat. You stick out your tongue at him, making him laugh.

“Come ‘ere.” You whine, holding your arms open to cuddle.

Sylus smiled before coming over and nearly dives onto your lap.

“Oof—HEY! BIGBACK!” You yell, flicking his forehead gently before kissing his cheek.

“Just love my girl.” He purrs, nuzzling his face in between your breasts. You gently begin to rub his back, working out the knots and tension in his muscles, making him groan.

After thirty minutes of laying like this, you get a devious idea. You roll on top of him, making Sylus grumble. “What are you doing, Sweetie?”

“Nothing.” You tilt your head innocently, before pinning his muscular forearms above his head.

“Oh, so this is how we’re playing today, aren’t we?” He purrs. Before you know it, you’ve both rolled over onto the floor, and he’s above you, pinning you down.

“SYLUS!” You squeal, and giggles and gasps for air begin to escape your throat as he tickled your sides.

“N-Not fair!” You whine between giggles.

“Didn’t you ask for this, Kitten?” He grinned, letting out a small grunt when you wack a pillow at his side.

“I DID NO SUCH THING!” You laugh before rolling on top of him, gently smacking his chest with a pillow. Sylus takes the pillow and tosses it away, just out of your reach as if to taunt you.

Before you know it, your roughhousing with Sylus has gotten you into quite the position—Sylus, with his face between your thighs, your back against the leather couch.

“Well. Isn’t this quite the predicament, hm, Kitten?” Sylus slyly placed a lingering kiss to the inside of your thigh. He continues almost lazily with his ministrations, placing kiss after methodical kiss to the beautiful fat plush of your skin.

“S-Sy..” you mumble, almost embarrassed. You know he can see your panties from where he’s at, and with the tiny red lacy ones you have on, you might as well have forgone underwear all together.

His kisses continue up to your core, kissing over your clothed mound. You gasp when you feel him languidly licking the wet spot on your panties.

“Someone was a little to excited earlier, wasn’t she?” Sylus practically rumbled against your cunt, making you whine.

“Stop teasing!” You beg,

He lets out a soft noise of acknowledgement, before gently pulling the bottom of your panties to the side. Then he’s feasting to his hearts content—lapping at every juice easing out of your sweet pussy, licking at your delicate folds, and around your clit, making you absolutely writhe. “Sy!” You moan, grinding your hips against his face.

Sylus could die a happy and fulfilled man between these gorgeous thighs of yours. He can feel the way your little hole flutters around his tongue, as if trying to drag his tongue deeper as he tongue-fucks you.

His slight stubble (he hasn’t shaved in a few days) scratches against your thighs in a comfortable way. You nearly scream when he flattens his tongue, gliding up and down your pussy lips before narrowing to a point to focus on your neglected clit.

“M’ gonna cum Sy—m’ gonna cum—” you cry, before spasming around his face, making him groan in delight, as he feverishly licked around your cunt, determined to intake all of your sweet nectar. He takes care of you through your orgasm, his hands gently wresting on the plump of your thighs to hold them apart.

Your man looks up at you, those crimson eyes looking all hazy, his face is practically covered in your wetness; he looks pretty damn satisfied. He placed three soft, wet kisses to both your thighs and fluttering pussy.

“Such a good girl, huh?” Sylus carefully (and begrudgingly) removes himself from between your legs, heading towards the bathroom. He comes back, his face clean, licking his lips, with a warm wet washcloth, clean panties, and one of his shirts. He kneels between your closed legs.

“Come on, Kitten. Spread them for me.” He murmurs softly.

“But Syy! She’s sensitive!” You cry.

“She’ll feel better in a minute, okay Sweetie?” He promises. Hesitantly, you spread your thighs apart again, revealing the sticky mess on your skin. With gentle, practiced hands, he wipes away the stickiness on your skin and cunt, before pulling off your panties and dressing you in a fresh pair. Lastly, he helps you put on his shirt, before carefully lifting you up and sitting on the couch, before sitting you on his lap.

“My strong girl, huh?” He murmurs softly, kissing your neck gently. You mumble out an incoherent response, but Sylus takes it as a yes.

“Yeah, that’s right, Sweetie. My strong girl.”

[robin-evry]

Hii idk if you could take req but can you please do Arlecchino or Acheron!yuu? Pick whatever you like to seperate or maybe write both of them.. But idk cuz it's my first time requesting this 💔🥀

If you don't want to do one of them, that's alright but I hope you have an amazing day and please take care of yourself!!

-❄ anon

Hello ❄️anon, so I'll be doing Acheron yuu on a separate one because another also requested, so I'll be doing arlechinno one first and then upload Acheron yuu later maybe tomorrow

𝐓𝐖𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐘𝐔𝐔 🕷️❌

"The Knave," Fourth of the Fatui Harbingers. A poised, ruthless diplomat. To the children of the House of the Hearth, she is their feared yet dependable "Father."

art by stasyanart on twitter

A strict and disciplined student that many came to fear and respect, always efficient and poised to be around carrying an aura of power and discipline and whoever came across them would immediately act their best to try not to anger them.

Arlecchino!Yuu’s presence at Night Raven College shakes the school to its core. They are a cold, disciplined, and utterly unyielding force that commands respect through action, not words.

Unlike the other students, they do not waste time with games, social posturing, or vanity. Their focus is efficiency, control, and ensuring survival. Many find them terrifying, but no one can deny their competence and leadership.

Arlechinno!yuu is reserved, speaks with precision, and rarely wastes words. They don’t sugarcoat anything and expect others to handle criticism like adults. And if they cant handle the truth then they are immature

Whether it’s strategy, combat, or negotiation, Arlechinno Yuu is always ten steps ahead. Azul tries to outwit them? He fails. Leona challenges them? He has to actually put in effort.

Despite their strictness, they look out for those they deem worthy. They’d never say it outright, but Grim, Ace, Deuce, and others are under their watch.

Food, money, magic, effort—everything has value. NRC’s extravagant spending annoys them. They personally cook their own meals when they think the cafeteria food is too indulgent.

Will personally teach the first year's combat, to make sure they are able to protect themselves. Their training actually boosts the strength of them.

Many students would say to avoid staring straight into their eyes because you are gonna regret what your gonna see as if your staring back towards the abyss themselves.

Despite being cold and seemingly heartless, arlechinno!yuu cares and deeply hold closely towards who they see as family like grim.

Vil admirers arlechinno!yuu as well have you seen those shoes, vil sees him as an equal as them due to how both of them carry themselves but for arlechinno!yuu they don't look down at him but seeing his ambition towards beauty is simply wasteful why focus on looks when you could focus on efficiency.

Vil once tried to recruit arlechinno!yuu towards modeling but was rejected they said they hold no interest on being on stage they prefer being in the audience watching from afar.

Sees Riddle as too rigid and blindly obedient. Would have respected his intelligence if he weren’t so trapped by his own upbringing.

They detest liars and cowards like Crowley, who put themselves in a big position but in truth they are cowards always putting work on someone else rather than owning up towards his responsibilities.

During the opening ceremony they nearly killed Crowley, they woke up a burst out of the coffin with scythe in hand ready to decapitate him, and when riddle was interrupting them explaining how they disrupted the ceremony, arlechinno!yuu immediately look at him. The eye and he immediately shut up due to his guise having some similarities towards his mother.

During an over blot immediately cut down the monster in a single slash with ease as if it was nothing compared towards them.

Many students are curious about black markings on their arms but they usually told them it's better for them to not know how and where they got these markings.

They won't coddle grim or the first year but whoever tried to lay a hand on them would immediately regret their decision for laying hands on their family. Have a soft spot for ortho wondering why there's a child in nrc even tho it's for young adults.

Not to mention them being top students toppling over Azul and riddle in grades no matter how much they get arlechinno!yuu will always be ahead against them. Many faculty respect them as in professor trein who has been a long time meeting a student as strict as arlechinno!yuu.

They don't care for status or power they see other as equals like malleus only seeing him as a person not as a prince or a god. Both of them would discuss politics and professional matters. Lilia and arlechinno!yuu would have a little disagreement on how to raise a child tho. While Lilia took a laid back approach arlechinno!yuu take a strict approach, they see silver needing more discipline as well as sebek which lilia disagree saying he's perfect the way he is.

[grapejuice32]

Hey I just wanna say I love ur writing🫶🏽 for the angel reader wanting to try new things could i request Rafe initiating smut while driving? Like maybe touching her or they have car sex 💕

Car Sex

Rafe x angel!reader

more angel!reader here main masterlist here

warnings: unprotected sex, semi public sex, overstimulation Rafe is kinda mean at the start, MIMA DONT READ THIS

word count: 2.2k + a/n: I got a bit carried away...tysm for the ask, angel ily 💕 send an ask here with this🥀 for the experimentation series!

The two of you were driving home from the mainland, you’d wanted to this antique shop and had insisted Rafe take you, you hadn’t shut up about it until he told you to get in the car. You’d been there for hours, one of Rafe’s hands had been holding various shopping bags, his other entwined with yours as you led him around the shop, not that he’d minded. What he did mind was what you were wearing, it’d been driving him insane all day. Your skirt was shorter than you normally wore, and it kept riding up, and did you know that your top was kind of see through? Were you doing this on purpose, trying to taunt him? 

Much to his dismay, on the way home there’d been a lot of traffic, so much so that he’d turned the engine off, the car not having moved for at least half an hour. You were getting restless, constantly fidgeting in your seat ad you tried to get more comfortable while you continued to wait. His breath caught in his throat as you flashed him the crotch of your underwear in the midst of all your moving about. Trying not to stare, he cleared his throat and looked back up at the jammed road. 

Still, you continued to shift, getting far too hot, even with the windows open. You huffed as time ticked on and kneeled on your seat, sticking your head out the window to try and see what was causing all the traffic. You leant further forward and in doing so flashed him your underwear, yet again. His jaw clenched, wishing nothing more that the two of you were at home right now. Growing increasingly frustrated, in more ways than one, Rafe took his hand off the gear stick and grabbed the bottom of your skit, harshly pulling it down and tugging you slightly back inside of the car too. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked softly, genuine innocence about the situation in your eyes. 

His chest ached at the look on your face, you were just so goddamn pretty that it hurt. But his voice came out firm, his frustration beginning to spill over. “Flashing the whole goddamn road y’panties like some fuckin’ slut.” 

“Oh,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes at the tone he was using. “I’m sorry, Rafe. Just wanted to see what was going on, can tell you want to go home.” You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to cry as you picked at fabric of your skirt. When he spoke to you in the bedroom like that, you loved it, but right now? Not so much. 

“Shit, ‘m sorry. Okay?” Instant regret washed over him, he hated making you cry and yet couldn’t deny that even while crying you looked so fucking beautiful. “Just don’t want everyone t’ see you like that.” You nodded, trying and failing to conceal the few tears that had managed to slip down your cheeks. He felt like a terrible person as the sight that should’ve hurt him made him strain against his pants more than he already had been. 

Just as he finished speaking, the traffic began to finally move and Rafe got out of it as soon as possible and when he did, he drove off the main road and used some other narrow back roads so there was no possibility of getting stuck in another traffic jam as he wasn’t sure he’d be able to bear it. As he carried on driving, he kept stealing glances of you sat silently in the passenger seat. It didn’t take long before he’d finally had enough of the silent treatment, quickly growing tired of you not answering when he spoke to you. He pulled over and parked the car on one of the empty roads and turned to face you. 

“What?” you mumbled, still not looking up at him. “Why’d you stop, thought you wanted to go home so I don’t embarrass you in front of everyone. 

He inhaled sharply trying to keep calm, but you were really testing him. “I didn’t say that. Don’t put words in my mouth jus’ cause y’havin’ a sulk.”

“You’re being mean,” you mumbled sadly, gaze fixed on your skirt. “Wore this for you, I thought you’d like it.” 

“I do like it, angel.” He softened. “Jus’ been driving me crazy all day, ‘m sorry, know I’ve been mean.” You were quiet, a pout on your face. He couldn’t help but sigh, he didn’t mean to upset you further than he already had. “C’mere,” he said as he moved his seat back to make space for you.

A moment of reluctance passed you, but you couldn’t deny that you wanted the comfort as you crawled over the console and placed your legs either side of him and lay your face in the crook of his neck. His arms were fast to wrap around you, one of his hands rubbing up and down your back. The skirt bunched up at your hips and as you shifted, you caught your clit on the large tent in his pants. He stiffened, his cock so hard that every slight movement from you was unbearable. You bit your lip in contemplation before shifting again, trying to be subtle and act innocent about what you were doing. 

To be completely honest, you wore the skirt for a reason, you knew it would rile him up and you’d wanted that. But the traffic hadn’t been anticipated, so when he lost his temper with you, you’d been completely caught off guard. “Rafe,” you whispered, lips brushing against his neck. 

“Hm?” His fingers slowly starting to dig into your hips with every small move you made. But you didn’t say anything more, instead your hands wandered down between the two of you and you began to undo his jeans. He said your name in confusion, but you still said nothing and just worked his trousers off of him, freeing him from the confines of his boxers. He hissed as your hand wrapped around his length, your glassy eyes meeting his, but he just leant down to kiss you. 

You hummed into it before sitting up, hovering over his bare lap. He knew what you wanted and helped you to pull your underwear to the side, both of you moaning as you sank down on him. A shaky breath left your lips as you accommodated to his size, always catching you off guard. Slowly, you began to move up and down, his hands remained on your hips, but he didn’t do anything to help you. After a few minutes of your slow pace, the both of you wanted more and you looked to him for help, your cheeks flushed. “Need help,” the words were so soft that he could’ve missed them. 

“Need help, what?” He wanted to get a reaction out of you. 

You whined, “Rafe.” Not in the mood to be teased, you just wanted to feel good, “Help me.”

“You’re a big girl, y’can do it yourself, c’mon.” He instructed, removing his hands from your waist and letting them drop to his sides as he watched your pitiful attempt. 

You tried to do as he said, but you couldn’t do it right and it caused tears of frustration to well in your eyes. “Rafe,” you cried again.

But he shook his head, not giving you the sympathy you wanted. “This is what y’wanted, so y’can do it yourself.” You opened your mouth to disagree, confusion written across your face. He just breathed a laugh, “What, y’think I don’t know ‘s why you wore this fuckin’ skirt, hm?” Your silence was all he needed, “ ‘s what I thought. So y’can do it yourself.”

“Please,” you practically sobbed, your walls clenching around him desperately. 

A small smirk pulled at his lips, “What was that?”

You repeated yourself, whining pathetically as you did. “Need you so bad, please Rafe. Jus’ need you to help me.”

“There we go, ‘s all I wanted to hear.” He finally placed his hands on your hips, lifting you up before slamming you back down on his cock all the while bucking his hips up, meeting your movements. Your head fell forwards onto his chest, your walls squeezing him and sucking him in. “Want y’to cum.”

“Can’t,” you shook your head, moans slipping out between your words, “not close yet.”

“No? Not close yet?” He said in mock offense, “ ‘s it not good enough for you? I’ll just stop then, shall I?” Pausing his movements, his cock stilled inside of you. 

“No, don’t stop, don’t stop. Please.” You protested wildly, your make up an absolute state. 

He hummed, one of his hands leaving your hips to pinch your clit, a yelp leaving you. “Then do what I fuckin’ say.” He left you seated in his lap and started to thrust up into you, his fingers relentlessly rubbing and tugging on your clit. You were a shaking mess on top of him, your knuckles white as you gripped his shirt in your fists. A long and loud moan left your lips, just as you were about to cum, a car pulled up behind you both. 

The two of you froze, Rafe looking at the side view mirrors to see someone getting out the car. He grabbed his discarded jacket from the back seat and threw it over his lap, covering the point where the two of you met. Clearing his throat, he rolled down his window, his other hand still putting pressure on your clit. You buried your face in his chest as a man came up to the open window. 

“Car trouble?” He asked, surveying the two of you. 

Rafe shook his head, “Nah, she’s just havin’ a hard day. Jus’ needed a sec.” The man hummed, him and Rafe starting to converse. Much to your dismay, Rafe and the man just kept talking, you weren’t sure how Rafe was acting so normal. Just as you thought the guy would leave, Rafe said something that prolonged their talk and as he did, he began to start rubbing firm circles on your clit. Your teeth dug into your lip, your grip on his shirt becoming impossibly tighter. You did your best to keep quiet but couldn’t help the whimper that slipped out as he pressed down and started making harder circles on your clit, occasionally pinching the swollen bundle of nerves. “Y’okay, baby?” He asked as if he wasn’t the reason for your cry. 

You nodded and tried to play it off, only for him to adjust the way he was sat slightly, his tip pressing against the spongy spot inside of you, pulling yet another whimper from you. “You sure, you’re okay?” He asked again, you could hear the smug tone of his voice, his words lined with amusement. After what felt like years, Rafe stopped speaking to the man who then got back in his car and drove off, leaving the two of you alone once again. 

He increased the speed he was rubbing your clit and bucked his hips up into you, your cunt so wet that it squelched as he began his thrusts again. “Think y’can cum f’me now?” Instantly, you nodded, one more thrust from him sending you over the edge, your body consumed by sheer ecstasy. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside of you, not relenting from his quick thrusts. 

He didn’t stop, his hand on your hip wound around your waist, holding you down on his lap, his other continuing it’s incessant circles around your clit. You whined from overstimulation but didn’t protest, too fucked out and desperate for more. He didn’t have to keep his pace going for long before you were cumming around him again, and this time he followed after you. Letting out a loud moan of his own as he spilled his warm cum inside of you, thrusting gently to work you both through your climaxes and unintentionally fucking it further into your womb. 

“Too much,” you whispered as his gentle thrust continued. He stopped not long after that, taking your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping the tears that had collected under your eyes. After the two of you had caught your breath, he helped you settle back in your seat, handing you his jacket to wrap around yourself as he drove back home. As your eyes fell shut, you couldn’t help but feel victorious, having gotten what you wanted. 

Sighing, you reached your hand out to Rafe, wanting to hold onto him in any way you could. A smile pulled at his lips at your gesture, you always wanted to be able to touch him when you got like this and to him it was undeniably one of the sweetest things about you. He intertwined his fingers with yours, keeping one hand on the wheel, and let you bring your connected hands into your lap. He drove slowly, no longer in a rush to get home. For now, he’d forget about the fact you wore the skirt to tease him on purpose, something he hadn’t expect from you. But next time? Oh, next time you pulled something like that, he’d be sure to teach you a lesson for messing with him like that. 

a/n: requests are open

[forsaken-headcanons]

HI!! HI!!! runs and fucking trips face flat with my forsaken general headcanons spilling out of my arms and blood leaking out of my face from the impact.

Rounds DON'T actually last minutes in Forsaken, they last hours! Just take your usual round (3 mins or smth) then convert it to hours (3 minutes = 3 hours) because I thought about it and. y'know. It seems pretty unfair that survivors have to survive for just 3 minutes while the killers have to scramble and kill all of them in time.

While the killers all have their own limbos in-between rounds, the survivors have the lobby (obviously), and all have assigned shared cabins that changes every week or so. It was initially supposed to be just "hey here's your roommate! you're stuck with them now!" but Builderman convinced Shedletsky that they all had to do pick out a piece of paper each to get an assigned cabin, whoever they'd share the cabin with would be their roommate for the next week or so. Let's just say the week where 007n7 and Elliot were cabinmates was NOT pretty :3

Everyone has secrets, but Builderman almost ALWAYS knows them. It ranges from Elliot still missing 007n7 to Taph writing fanfiction, and he just. somehow knows them ??? For some reason ??? He's just built like that ig...

Most of the survivors know how to play pool and/or card games because of Chance offering it to them as a way to pass the time. The pool table in the lobby is often what they use, and for gambling, they just use pretend-money and cards that Chance has on him... for some reason.

Yes, the water outside is swimmable. Yes, a few survivors have taken a dip in before because it's cold and refreshing. Yes, 007n7 spends his time there because it's quiet and peaceful. No, it isn't sustainable enough to substitute for actual water. No, there aren't any creatures in the water (although there's a rumor there is, but 007n7 knows better, no one just wants to risk it).

A lot of the survivors just. go limp in the cabin after being killed and respawning. It's never a pleasant experience, and can be really disorienting, so they just either collapse as soon as they respawn, or walk to the nearest soft surface and face-plant onto it.

The survivors are just trying their best okay 🥀 Everyone's got their own ways to cope and ways to pass the time individually, trying to make the most of their time NOT thinking negatively.

The Spectre can sometimes give them items if they beg long enough. This ranges from blankets, to bloxxys. Certain requests are denied (e.g., automatic firearms) for obvious reasons :3

(had to end to get a snack.... lwk hungry rn.....)

-⛑️🍗 anon

Builderman knows.

[just1cefor4ll]

HEYY, AIDEN x READER AT THE RINK ANON HERE!! LOVED THE WAY U WROTE THE ONESHOT!

i was waiting for your requests to open up again :D (im obsessed with aiden so bear w/ me, i'll be requesting ALOT abt him) wanted to ask if u could write a oneshot about tyler,aiden x f!reader as a love triangle! something along the lines of; how the atmosphere is around the group when those two keep on pissing each other off. Aiden being aiden and just pulling on tylers strings even though reader hasn't chosen which one she likes most!

(if its okay w u, every time i request something i'll just put 🤍Anon!)

Tyler & Aiden x fem!reader

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The more confident one here would probably be Aiden

Like ofc Tyler isn’t insecure or anything but he definitely isn’t that confident when flirting with you

Aiden would get more touchy and pushy (well if that’s even possible)

Tyler would be more calm around you and would be very overprotective over you and would protect you, just like his sister with his life

The two would bicker so much more

You turn the corner, there’s a fighting Aiden and Tyler there

Aiden would be more smug then angry when arguing with Tyler

On the other hand.. Tyler would get pissed

We all know he gets pissed easily but they wouldn’t full on fist fight probably to not raise suspicion within the others in the group

When you are alone with Tyler he would probably be more ‘flirty’

He would have his hand on your waist or hug you

You wouldn’t think anything of it because you think he’s just being friendly (reader is kinda oblivious like always, typical Y/N)

When you three would be near each other the atmosphere would be so fucking tense

Ashlyn fight her inner demons to not say “get a room the sexual tension radiating off of you is making me sick”

Some would question the weird atmosphere but the two would deny anything and everything

After a while they would probably make you choose or one of them would just make a move

If you had a crush on Aiden:

Tyler would be crushed

He would cry probably but not a full on breakdown

He would get pissy towards you and Aiden (more to Aiden)

Deep down he would still like you but after some time he moves on

Things would definitely be awkward for a while tho

On the other hand Aiden would be the happiest man alive

He would rub it in but he wouldn’t go THAT far to the point he would make Tyler feel bad

Probably just sticking his tongue out when you’re not looking or when he kisses you he would do that thing where you have your eyes closed while he is eyeing Tyler

Aiden would yap your ear off and tell you what has been going on between him and Tyler

You would just laugh it off, feeling a bit bad for Tyler but you’re happy you got together with your crush :3

If you had a crush on Tyler:

Oh he would act like he doesn’t care but deep down he wants to rub it in so bad but doesn’t want to be immature

Would probably just smirk at Aiden when you’re not looking

Aiden would still be his cheerful self but he would be crushed as well

Poor boy probably cried the whole night

Ben would glare a bit at you two like how dare you make his cousin cry

But after a while he forgets about it and moves on, going back to his usual very happy self who yaps everyones ears off

Tyler would definitely not tell you what has been happening

Like girl nuh uh that shit seems too embarrassing to be talked about anywhere near you

Would never admit he was jealous, like never

But you can tell because he looks like an angry puppy :D

After a while the atmosphere in the group would go back to normal, just some romance popping in lmao

If you don’t like them back:

the awkwardness in the group would fr go 📈

probably would plan to fight the person you like

after some time they would ofc get over it but this would take then so much longer to get over

everyone in the group is like “wtf is going on”

if you start dating that person and stat to drift away from the group they would be really sad tho

if the guy mistreats you then they will beat him up they wouldn’t even care of they get in trouble

overall your interactions would be brief and awkward

[fyotherat]

May i request headcanons of Ranpo, Dazai, Lucy and jouno with a s/o who hates being alone?

Like always afraid of being alone with their thoughts and uses other people to distract themselves from them and is afraid of them leaving and abandoning them? Could be angst or fluff or both i dont really mind!

-🥀

Abandonment Issues

Characters: Ranpo, Dazai and Jouno

Warnings: None I assume?

Note: Thank you for requesting! I wrote for Lucy but I'll share it together with Yosano and Higuchi on a second part!

Ranpo

It wasn't usual for you to be separated in the first place, you two were always clinging to each other like koalas.

Because of that, it took a while for him to catch a glimpse of how you felt and behaved when left alone.

He couldn't deny that he felt the same in some situations, you are what feels like home to him, and he never enjoyed leaving your side.

As much of a direct person he is, he wouldn't directly confront you about it, he knew you couldn't help it.. so he decided to do his part to make you feel as safe as possible even without him by your side.

Long cuddle sessions are a must before any mission, or any outing for that matter! He will subtly do his best to let you know he isn't going anywhere.

If he has to be gone for a while, he would make sure to leave some of your favorite candies around the house for you to find, I can even imagine him leaving sticky notes with random compliments and cute faces drawn on them!

"Da-daan! y/n found the hidden candy! 10 points from the world's greatest detective!(･v<)☆"

And if you need a distraction? He would be glad to leave some of Poe's newest mystery novels for you to solve, they're too easy for him anyway!

Dazai

He is similar, even if he doesn't show it to you, he always has that lingering anxiety about you leaving him behind.

He knew it was unlikely but.. what if you somehow learned about his past? Learned about the horrendous things he did without a second thought..? Or maybe you would just find someone better than him..

With those thoughts always in the back of his mind, he didn't have a problem catching onto yours either, he was sharp after all.

It would take a while for him to find a solution or something to distract you from those thoughts.. he didn't have the best ways of distraction, as his first resolute was turning to the bottle, and the fact that he sometimes disappeared for days didn't really help your case.

But he had to find a way to ease your mind and distract you from those thoughts and fears.

He started with small gestures, maybe draping his coat over your shoulders before leaving to visit a crime site would suggest to you that he will be back?

He already declares his undying love to you a hundred times a day, but that was just a part of his personality, playful and teasing.. so he decides to do something a bit more proper, at least before long missions.

Taking your hands in his, he would lean in with a promise, a promise he swore he'll never break.

"No matter what, I'll come back home to you."

Jouno

The hardest case is by far Jouno... He knows how attached you are to him, and something about it brings joy to this sadistic man. Saying words like this.. with that damned smile..

"My my, can't live without me y/n? Too bad I have to leave for work now."

His words of teasing weren't helping you at all, even a small joke about him 'maybe not coming back' from a mission made your stomach curl.

One day, after a long mission that took him away from you, he returned home just to pause at the doorstep, with his sharpened senses he could hear your silent tears.

But the question was.. why were you crying..? It couldn't be because you felt alone.. right..?

With a sigh, he opened the door, closing and locking it behind him.

That night, he finally caved in to listen to your growing fears and your displeasure about his teasing.

How could he keep hurting you for his own amusement when you clung onto him so tightly and sobbed silently in his arms..?

[twilight-town-express]

hi!! i'm pretty sure i fall on the whitelist, because inside out 2 is a disney/pixar movie, but if not, that's fine.

anyway, could i get name suggestions for an envy kin? preferably fem names starting with e or en! thanks a million :D

Hello!! So sorry it took me so long to respond to this lol but while you do fall under the whitelist I’m afraid I’ll have to deny this as I haven’t watched it yet and don’t know enough about it

[scarletrottings]

purple science-y dividers please!!

Hi anon I spent all day trying to come up with good ideas but none of them were working :( sorry to say I’ll have to deny this one

[redr0sewrites]

not possible - Viktor x reader

🥀A/n: this was originally a request but it strayed wayyy too far off course... the writing had a mind of its own and im not sorry. but i AM sorry for not posting in a while.... ive been super hyperfixated on DC sorry

🥀Cw: fluff, non-sexual nudity, bathing, exhaustion/overworking

🥀Word Count: 1.2k words

🥀Synopsis: Viktor is overworking yet again, yet upon your insistence, finally takes a break.

Viktor was well aware that the candle at his side had long since burnt out, yet he was unwilling to find a replacement. the moon was bright tonight, and, combined with the soft blue glow emitting from the hextech he was working on, Viktor could make out the tools in front of him without any assistance.

he knew that working in the dim light was not a good idea, considering how straining ones' eyes could lead to faulty vision, but he couldn't bring himself to care. the ache in his bones ran deep, and his fingers shook with each breath. of course Viktor knew he should turn in for the night, but he found himself stuck in his chair, mindlessly fiddling with his most recent hextech project.

he was so engrossed in his work, he barely noticed your approach until you were practically on top of him. familiar hands find purchase on his shoulders and he jumps, only to melt back into your touch.

"ah, it's you," Viktor murmurs, turning around to face you. "may i ask, what are you doing up so late?"

"collecting you," you murmur, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose. "it's already two in the morning. you've been here long enough."

Viktor sighs, and allows you to press a few more kisses to his face. the bags beneath his eyes were heavy, he was stiff and sore, and above all, he was exhausted.

joining you back home was certainly enticing, and hextech could always wait until tomorrow. and yet, the troublesome, burning itch beneath his skin wouldn't dissipate. he needed to complete just one more ruin combination, just finish this one little task, and then he'd let himself rest. at least, that's what he'd been telling himself for the past three hours.

"i can tell your overworking yourself again," you whisper, and Viktor huffs indignantly.

"overworking is, eh, a strong word. i am perfectly capable-" you cut him off by cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Viktor, i am in no way denying your capabilities. however, you still need sleep. so, come back with me, and you can continue working tomorrow after a full nights rest. does that work?"

Viktor heaves another weary sigh, but agrees. you silently watch as he stands and steadies himself with his cane, not wanting to appear too overbearing but still concerned about his exhaustion. you wish you could alleviate some of the stress and burden that he carries, even though he relentlessly assured you that loving him was enough.

meanwhile, Viktor wordlessly packs up for the night. he knew you were trying to mask it for his own dignity, but the concern on your face was evident in the slightest furrow of your brow and pinch of your lips. he found it hopelessly endearing how you worried over him, and only wished that you would stop for your own sake.

after all, he was doing this for you. for the chance to live happily with you someday, after saving the lives of so many others. hextech consumed so much of his time, yet Viktor intended to make it up to you tenfold when you two would grow old together.

"you ready to head home?" your voice slices through his thoughts like a knife through warm butter, and he finds himself unable to do anything but nod. you did not hesitate to take his hand as you two walk back towards your shared abode, nor did you complain when he had to pause and catch his breath after some particularly bad pain in his leg. by the time you both arrived at your home, Viktor felt even more exhausted.

"i know it's late, but do you want to take a bath before going to bed?" your question lingers in the air for a few seconds before Viktor nods, and you begin setting up. you both know the warm water would only soothe his aching joints, and provide momentary relief from the pain he suffers from.

🥀

its not long before you and Viktor are curled against eachother in your large bathtub after washing off. he presses a gentle kiss to your shoulder as he absentmindedly washed your back, and you let out a relaxed sigh. you were both night-owls, but Viktor was much more accustomed to fighting off exhaustion.

you bite down on your bottom lip as more worries begin to seep into your mind. you feel almost selfish for missing him when he works so hard, and yet you want nothing more than to take all of his stress away. Viktor is quick to notice as you slip deeper in thought, between your tense muscles and quickened breathing, he can read you like a book.

"what are you thinking about, darling?"

another weary sigh escapes you.

"its just... you've been so stressed lately, i just wish i could alleviate some of the burdens you carry.. i know what you do is important, but i still wish i could be around you more often and help you.. y'know?" you let out another sigh. "i just.. miss you sometimes. and i worry. you know i worry.." Viktor chuckles at your words before turning you around to face him, the warm water around you both sloshing gently against the edge of the bath.

"you do more than enough already. believe me, everything i do, i do for you. for us. i love you," he murmurs, and presses a kiss to your forehead, "and nothing will change that. i can't guarantee that i'll always be around... but i will try to stop staying in the lab so late." Viktor's lips crinkle into a soft smile, and you can't help but kiss him in response.

Viktor always feels as though he's floating when you kiss. your soft lips against his, the contrast of his nimble, calloused hands against your smooth skin, your scent, your taste, it was all gloriously intoxicating. you hum against his lips before slowly pulling away, lashes fluttering against his cheek from your proximity.

Viktor leans in to whisper in your ear, his lips just ghosting your temple.

"i think it's high time we went to bed, dear. the waters getting cold, and i wouldn't want my beautiful darling to be exhausted tomorrow, hm?" you sigh at his flattery, yet agree regardless. as Viktor leans against the tub to stand up, you suddenly remember something and grab his hand to get his attention.

"hm?"

"by the way, about what you said earlier.... i love you more."

"that is not possible, my dearest."

GRRR SO HAPPY THIS IS DONE LMAO- sorry i havent been super active ive been on a huge DC kick (specifically the batfam/dick grayson) and suffering from writers block BUT HERE I AM AGAIN!!!!!!!!! ANYWAYS HOPE U ENJOYEDDDD PLS FEEL FREE TO SEND IN REQUESTS (esp dc... HEHE)

[luvcozy]

Mornings with the Akatsuki Men

Request :- Nope

Warnings :- Sweet, fluff, established relationship, no use of y/n, gender neutral reader (if I missed any let me know)

Plot :- Waking up in the morning with the Akatsuki men

A/N :- Ik ik- BUT- after I finish making my character headers for OW2 I'll open requests for a week or until I get 5 reqs. This seems a bit scattered in some places, been a minute since I wrote for the Akatsuki so I'll have to practice some more. (I also started playing bg3 so that probably doesn't help lol) Anywho, enjoy!! ^^✨

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Pein

🏮 On the CHANCE that you can actually wake up early with him or he decides to stay in bed longer will you have any sort of a morning with him

🏮 He's constantly doing something, so on the off chance he's not doing anything and stays its both awkward and nice

🏮 It's a rare thing when he does, so waking up with the shared weight from laying down the previous night told you that he stayed

🏮 There quiet, just the sounds around you two, pushing yourself up and rubbing at your eyes to chase off the sleep

🏮 Pein, finally moving, turned to look at you, his purple spiral eyes looking heavy, a faint outline of tired lines tracing his eyes

🏮 Seeing him look anything other than deadpanned and plan driven is something you alone get to see (maybe Konan too-)

🏮 Reaching over and slowly carding your fingers through his orange hair, moving your hand to hold the back of his head, his eyes opening again when you stopped

🏮 Wrapping his arms around you waist and pulling you back into him, he begins placing small kissed a long your cheeks and ending it with one in your nose and eyes

🏮 Giving in to his lazy pull, you lay back down in his embrace, nuzzling your head against his shoulder, handing running slowly up and down your back

🏮 No words needed to be said to understand anything be conveyed, he was simple and forward when he wanted something, being with him for so long showed you than plenty of times

Deidara

🎐 2 things- your waking up first- and your waking up with hair in your face and mouth

🎐 He seems like someone who falls under the category of 'I need my beauty sleep' otherwise how else is he supposed to make great masterpieces?

🎐 Waking up with Deidara consists of him being moody and grumbling about his hair cause he sleeps with it down

🎐 You and him both lounge in bed, letting what sleep clings to you slip off as you make conversation and some plans

🎐 Has his arm hooked around one of your own, allowing him to yank you back into bed with a cheeky smirk

🎐 You get ready in bed, your stuff not far so that you both can get dressed in bed and do

🎐 He has you help him brush his hair, long blonde hair with frays and tangles till you get a brush through it

🎐 Has fallen asleep again a few times from letting you brush his hair back out, denies that he did

🎐 Helps you with your hair if you have any, styling, brushing or combing, hell even helping you shave it, he's got enough hair for the both of you anyway

🎐 50/50 by the time you two are done if you get breakfast or just brunch, never consistent enough to get breakfast every time

Itachi

🥀 The sweetest one to wake up with really

🥀 Whether it's together or just minutes before, he's waiting for you for a little or your waiting just a bit

🥀 He makes some hot tea for the both of you to sip on while you wake up, some light conversation sprinkled in

🥀 He doesn't stay in bed long after waking up, he's a morning guy, so typically he may staying in bed for like 5 minutes longer before getting up and getting dressed

🥀 You make breakfast together, he takes care of half of it and you the other, a tasty meal to start the day

🥀 Though Kisame will join you at times he's not all that bad, good conversation and not so annoying to be around considering other partners

🥀 Your sweet as can be in secret and have a significant amount of PDA in the mornings when others are waking up

🥀 Kisame knows how head over heels Itachi is for you, it intensifies in the mornings

🥀 Watching you attempt to wake up as early as him when he has missions, just to give him a long kiss and hug before he goes melts him internally

🥀 He loves his mornings with you, be it docile or missions, he appreciates your efforts and reciprocates its in full, he's so in love with you 🫶

Kisame

🦈 Another sweetheart with a gruff exterior

🦈 Kisame was relatively closed off from the start and even for awhile in your relationship, but once he was truely comfortable and knew you weren't going anywhere he got softer

🦈 Mornings with Kisame either has him in bed with your limbs tangled, or he's off on a mission, another one that leaves you a note when he leaves

🦈 If not expecting any job or mission, he'll typically wait for you to wake up so you can spend time together and possibly go out and get breakfast

🦈 Sometimes you wake up with him already back from picking something up or made something for you to eat when you awake

🦈 Loves to wake you up with gentle bites, showing your liking to his razor teeth gave him such a boost one morning and he adores doing so from then on

🦈 You ain't getting up if you wake him up first and convince him in doing so, he's go an iron grip around your waist

🦈 It soothes him to feel you near him, makes him worry less with your heated skin pressing to his cool one

🦈 Loves with you wake him up with kisses or by playing with his hair, the smile you have when he barely cracks his eyes open after you notice make him grin like aloof

🦈 You both could just stay in bed and chat the morning away too, having deep conversations with you about pasts or even futures are a treat

Obito/Tobi

🍡 50/50 whether you find him in bed or not

🍡 He has 2 personas to keep up with after all, but you know the real one when it comes down to it

🍡 Wakes up with his head buried in your neck or chest, feeling the body heat of the person he let get close to him soothes his being

🍡 It's a quiet wake up between you two, turning and shifting to face one another if you already weren't, locking eyes for some time

🍡 He's quiet when expressing his sentiments in the mornings, it's just so peaceful to him he savors all of it that he can get

🍡 If he's having to wake up before you, he never leaves till he's placed a kiss on your forehead

🍡 Your his sanction after he lost Rin, never thinking he'd find the same light he saw in her after watching it die out before him

🍡 But he found you and the same light, maybe someone's giving him a second chance at something he couldn't start

🍡 He's very grateful for you to have wandered into his life, even if he had threatened you into the Akatsuki

🍡 He's able to be outwardly affectionate in his Tobi persona and love that it makes you laugh so hard, smother him with love and he does it right back

Kakuzu

💰 Always. Up. Early.

💰 He goes to bed early, he gets up early, he won't be up longer than he has too

💰 Mornings with Kakuzu are interesting- plus side- after gaining his trust some he does take his mask off around you!

💰 He's rare to sleep in, to busy with counting the money, distribution of such, taking care of Hidan-

💰 If you catch him still in bed it's purely by accident on your half and a sweet moment that u weren't supposed to be aware of

💰 Kakuzu it's a very sentimental man, never was, pushing past the age of 90 and not looking it, it's given time for his heart to solidify to anything of the sort

💰 When he shows his affections it's really small, but somewhat meaningful, he's more practical and for the use of things

💰 The moment that was mentioned? Kakuzu does small affection unless he feels necessary to do so- but he's not a physical guy, or so you thought

💰 If not every morning, he's already left the room, a note on the nightstand if he to leave the base, the most respective bit of affection in his eyes

💰 What you don't see, at least till now, is him having a rather soft look while looking at you and a hand passively laced in your hair, will forever continue to deny what you saw from him

Hidan

🩸 He lays like a starfish or is touching you in some way- he's also not a morning person

🩸 If he can help it- he's sleeping in till noon, your either stuck at the side with him or- your stuck trying to wake him up

🩸 On the chance you can some how wake him early, ya gotta keep talking to him or annoy the tar outta him to keep him awake

🩸 Pissy. When he isn't a morning person and has to wake up he's bitching the whole damn time

🩸 Getting up, bathing, eating breakfast, he's not shutting up about you getting him up early

🩸 Now waking up when he does- he's a tease and a bit sweeter

🩸 He's wrapped his arm around your waist, promptly confining you to the mattress with him while he teases

🩸 Tickling? He's getting ya- whether you expect it or not, his hands are already digging into your sides while you start to laugh and roll out of his grip

🩸 He's ticklish too so don't be afraid to get him right back or get back at him for attempting to tickle you

🩸 Kakuzu has to eventually bang on the door to either tell you to shut up or hurry up, he has a room next to you guys so it's prompted

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Till next time, Cozy over and out!~

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[closeknit-inquiry]

…..

Hey.

Stand. Up.

-@f0ur-days-dead

What do you want. Can’t you see I’m a little bit occupied, dickwad? Can’t exactly fling insults and deny your stupid requests with a punctured kidney. 🥀

[meow-bah]

Hii me again! Feel free to deny as I’m not sure if you do subsystems? But I would like to request a subsystem if possible! Any alter count would work as long as it’s an even number, I would like them based off of those 2018 Gacha life singing battles please! It can be based off of a specific one or just the vibes of them in general, I’m hoping level two would work, but level one is perfectly fine if it’s too much! Thank you if you’re able to! Have a nice day ^^ - @sleepy-space-bah

2018 Gacha Life singing battle subsystem coming up ☆~

°·⊱ Name : Nebula, Zoe, Abyss, Emo

°·⊱ Age : 15

°·⊱ Race/Species : Demon, Cat, Human

°·⊱ Pronouns : She/her, They/them + shx/hxr, ERROR/ERRORS, demon/demons, 007/007s, http/https, dark/darks, 🖤/🖤s, 🥀/🥀s, 🔪/🔪s

°·⊱ Role : Emotion Number, Nightmare holder, Strong emotions holder

°·⊱ Source : 2018 Gacha singing battle

°·⊱ Faceclaim :

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°·⊱ Name : Lea, Scarlett, Brat

°·⊱ Age : 16

°·⊱ Race/Species : Human

°·⊱ Pronouns : She/her + queen/queens, pretty/prettys, love/loves, 💄/💄s, 👑/👑s, 🌹/🌹s, 🐩/🐩s, ❤️/❤️s, 💋/💋s

°·⊱ Role : Social alter, Self care manager

°·⊱ Source : 2018 Gacha singing battle

°·⊱ Faceclaim :

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°·⊱ Name : Sasha, Luna, Shy

°·⊱ Age : 15

°·⊱ Race/Species : Bunny, Human

°·⊱ Pronouns : They/them + bun/buns, cute/cutes

°·⊱ Role : Overseer, Social Pleaser, Perceptionalist

°·⊱ Source : 2018 Gacha singing battle

°·⊱ Faceclaim :

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°·⊱ Name : Alex, Cory, Riley, Goofy

°·⊱ Age : 16

°·⊱ Race/Species : Human

°·⊱ Pronouns : He/him, She/her, They/them + xe/xem, ey/em, goof/goofs, prank/pranks, silly/sillys, cookie/cookies, 🍪/🍪s, 🎉/🎉s

°·⊱ Role : Mood booster, Joy holder

°·⊱ Source : 2018 Gacha singing battle

°·⊱ Faceclaim :

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°·⊱ Name : Josiah, Oliver, Bf

°·⊱ Age : 15

°·⊱ Species : Human, Bunny

°·⊱ Pronouns : He/him + fae/faer

°·⊱ Role : Romance Holder, Anxiety Holder, Nostalgia Holder

°·⊱ Source : 2018 Gacha singing battle

°·⊱ Faceclaim :

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°·⊱ Name : Scar, Asher, Bad Boy

°·⊱ Age : 15

°·⊱ Species : Wolf, Human

°·⊱ Pronouns : He/Him + fang/fangs, bark/barks,

°·⊱ Role : Gatekeeper, Persecutor

°·⊱ Source : 2018 Gacha singing battle

°·⊱ Faceclaim :