#thank you for requesting !

[onlyfriend]

ren hana stamps, similar to the ones you made for strade?

my pleasure

[kykyonthemoon]

hiiiiii i love the stories you make. Can you please make rafayel x ballerina reader where reader gets taken care of by rafayel after accidently twisting her ankle during practice?? tyyy 💗💗💗💗💗

Dear Anon-san,

Thank you so much for your request. I also apologize that it took a while to finally get to you. Hope you enjoy this piece, and I'm looking forward to your continued support <3

His Little Ballerina

── .✦ Rafayel x Female Reader|MC

── .✦ Tags: soft, sweet, physical hurt/comfort, fluff, healing, reader is a ballerina

── .✦ Word count: over 1k

── .✦ Ky Ky's note: This is also my first fic after being accepted into oracleofstars network. Yay!!!

── .✦ Masterlist ♡ Request a fic

When he came to pick you up at the hospital, Rafayel's face was already so pale.

Long story short, he had just received a text from you stating that you were at a hospital near your place and needed a ride home. You had accidently fallen while executing a simple pirouette, causing your ankle to twist. Rafayel crossed his arms as he watched you sit there with a swollen ankle, his countenance confusing..

"You can yell at me after you drop me off, okay?" You said. But he did not seem any content. You knew he was genuinely concerned about you, especially after he told you over and over that you were unable to practice ballet right away since you were still a bit unwell.

He had met you for the first time after your play. While everyone was praising your charm, Rafayel was the only one who pointed out the problem with your ankle.

For a Lemurian, witnessing your struggle while dancing reminded him of the agony a merman must go through when he abandons his tail to learn to walk on land. 

Therefore, you totally understood his response when he saw you were constantly getting injured on the practice floor. You did not defy Rafayel, but you felt awful for causing him so much tension.

“You only listen to me when you're in trouble, right?”

Even though he grumbled, Rafayel helped you up, holding your bag and pointe shoes on one shoulder. When he saw your few struggling steps, he winced. Then, he leant down and picked you up. 

"Eh? Rafael?! Put me down.”

Your face turned red. However, Rafayel continued to carry you in his arms and walk away. He said:

"You heard what the doctor said; from now on, you must rest and let me care for you. That means I shall become your legs.”

“But… Is it necessary to carry me like this? You can just give me a piggyback ride…”

Rafayel shook his head: “I won't do so. Carrying you like that would make me seem no less like a turtle!”

You sighed and gave up. You allowed Rafayel to take you to the hospital gate in front of a large crowd. You felt so embarrassed while he kept that serious expression on his face.

You expected him to stop carrying you after you left the hospital, but Rafayel walked instead of calling a taxi. You rolled your eyes and asked:

“Are you going to carry me all the way home?”

Rafayel took a short peek at you before returning his attention to the road ahead. “Your place is nearby. We can walk home.”

You shifted your body somewhat uncomfortably. Rafayel's arms closed around you even more. You nestled myself into his neck and whispered: "People are looking..."

At that moment, a child who had just left the candy store noticed you and Rafayel. She asked:

“Miss! Are you a princess?”

Rafayel's footsteps slowed down a bit so the child could keep up. That was when you discovered you were still wearing your tutu with a flared skirt. People from the studio took you to the hospital; however, because they were busy and knew Rafayel was on his way, they departed right away. 

"So, you must really be a princess to be carried like that, right?" The small girl inquired innocently again. 

Rafayel came to a complete halt. He grinned at her and said:

"Correct, kiddo. She is a princess.”

You used a hand to hit him on the shoulder and said to the child:

"No, no. It's not true. I'm not a princess..."

But it seemed that the child ignored those words. She noticed your twisted ankle and asked:

“Is Her Highness injured?” 

"Yup." Rafayel responded on your behalf. “She just fought a terrible monster, and it injured her ankle.”

The child's eyes were glowing, as if she really believed Rafayel's narrative. She spoke again:

"What a pity! So you came to rescue the princess? Are you her prince?”

Your cheeks felt heated. Perhaps it was because the sun beamed in this way. You were ready to urge Rafayel to stop teasing the child, but perhaps he, too, was caught up in this fabricated setting. 

“A prince? I am not a prince.”

“So who are you?”

Rafayel smirked, he said while looking at you, as if those words were just for your:

“I am the God of the Sea. I am her God of the Sea."

“Whoaaaaaa!” The child cheered, and you held your breath as you caught Rafayel smile at you. The sunshine appeared to cast an aura over him. You could only adore him silently, fearing that a single breath might cause him to vanish. 

At that moment, the girl's mother summoned her back. She placed a little bag of sweets on your lap, atop your flowery skirt, and declared:

"For you, Your Highness. Perhaps you need them more than I do. I pray Your Highness gets better soon!"

After saying that, she ran away. You just had time to say thank you, almost like a shout behind her.

Rafayel grinned all the way home, and you felt happy with simply a bag of sugary treats. You poked his cheek.

"See how delighted you are. She handed me candies; you won't be getting any of them!"

“So unfair!” Rafayel yelled as he kept strolling down the pavement while holding you in his arms. “I'm having a hard time carrying you home. How come you're so blind to see it?”

“Then why did you walk home instead of taking a taxi?” You softly pinched his face and noted the way he pouted.

“I'm exhausted, and dehydrated. Yet you're far from being gentle with me after all!”

You giggled and replied, “You just told that kid I am a princess. So you must serve me in the next few days, right?”

Rafayel did not respond. You figured he was reluctant to confess you had him in the palm of your hand, even if this was not something new for either of you.

“If you stay silent, it means you agree.” You said cheerfully. “Come on, my God of the Sea! I want to go home and have seafood for dinner!” 

Rafayel exhaled. “I give you an inch, you will take the whole yard.” However, he still smiled pleasantly. The afternoon sun imprinted both of you on the road, while your shadow just kissed his, on the cheek.

Mood board from my photo in game & Pinterest.

[martiansodas-blog]

Hi! I was just reading your art donaldson head cannons and when I read this part specifically:

♡ wouldn’t mind having a slightly younger partner. he’d like teaching them things and it’d boost his ego a little bit. you two would tease each other about your age all the time.

I immediately new I had to request a one shot ( I think thats what they’re re called ) of them actually teasing each other maybe a bit nswf but yeah so if you could make one 🙏🥹

🎾 🤍💐✨🎀

“you keep me young.”

“and you gave me my first gray hair, can we go now??”

art liked to imagine you old with all gray hair and fine lines. him standing right by your side.

but he’s getting ahead of himself.

“ya know speaking of hair, you should let me use my curly products on you!”

“you don’t think i’ve outgrown that?”

“are you kidding? it would look so good on you now! i’ve only seen pictures of you with a mop on your head i want to experience it first hand.”

he rolled his eyes but the crinkles around them brought by your cheekiness was prevalent. he can’t hide anything around you.

“alright. you’ve convinced me.”

the two of you were chatting in a local coffee shop. there are a dozen cafes closer but you love this one. and art loves whatever you love. it has personality. they make their syrups from scratch and have a little patio for when it’s sunny.

the man was already convinced you were an angel, but the sun behind you giving you a halo was icing on top.

art drowned in your beauty.

the kind of beauty that made everyone else in the room look bad.

the kind that made you create a whole album in your phones photo app.

he made sure you knew just how stunning you were.

but your beauty was also the least interesting thing about you.

“thanks for taking me here.”

“of course. we really don’t come here as often as we should.”

“it’s out of the way. i’d feel bad if you had to fill up your car AND pay for my meal.”

you said it jokingly but it’s easy to feel guilty that about art spoiling you to the extent that he does. you didn’t have much to give in return.

art takes your smaller hand in his and plays with your fingers. the next time he speaks it’s quieter, and with fervor.

“you are a gift, my gift. you were sent to me.”

he looks into your eyes.

“everything i get to do for you is a joy, ok?”

art wasn’t raised religious, frankly he thinks most of them are bullshit. he never thought about believed in fate.

until you.

it took some getting used to- being appreciated on this level.

boys your age could never worship you the way art does.

you were younger than art, yes. but he wasn’t attracted to you because you were mailable. he was attracted to you because you were brilliant. you were passionate, funny, and if you disagreed with someone you stood your ground. you brought a fresher perspective to his life.

with that being said, he still wants to protect you from the big bad world.

you can defend yourself in every sense of the word, but why would you need to when you have a rich experienced man by your side? there’s a lot of people out there who don’t have the best intentions. especially with a girl in her twenties. that’s where art comes in.

he decides that you still need some convincing even after today's date, so he keeps you in his master bedroom for a few hours.

he wants to rewire your brain and ruin anyone else for you.

“you don't get it, do you? when i said i liked you, it wasn't just skin deep. ive got some bad intentions. i wanna take every inch of you and make it mine; i want you to breathe for me, eat for me, i want all of your orgasms to be because of me.”

the only heaven i’ll be sent to is when i’m alone with you

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hello! Could you possibly write a villain that saves hero from a very unfortunate situation. Maybe hero isn't very accepting at first, whether villain forces it or they end up accepting is up to u. Lmao I need some hurt comfort 😭 ty <3 if not it's okie

tw: mention of suicide

"You're a fool if you think I'll let you do this," the villain said. They took the vial from the now totally trembling hero and grabbed their enemy's jaw. "What on earth makes you this is our only solution?"

"'They said...they would let them go if my body..."

"Since when do you listen to anything a criminal has to say?" they asked. The villain could tell the hero was burning out like a candle with no wax left. They could tell the hero was getting fed up with their job and the responsibilities but they would have never thought it to be possible that the hero was willing to sacrifice themselves in such a meaningless and undignified way.

"It's the only way to save those people. The agency agreed, so..." The hero swallowed and the villain could see the tears gather in their eyes. "...so the medics gave me this. It's supposed to be quick and painless."

"Yeah, fuck that." The villain let the small vial fall to the ground and crushed it under their boot. To their surprise, the hero didn't seem to care at all but the villain supposed they had other ways of getting more of it anyway. "The terms of surrender include you presenting yourself on a silver plate. You have to use that to your advantage."

"It's not very advantageous to be dead," the hero said. "They have fifty people. Fifty. Fifty in exchange for one. If you ask me, that's a good deal."

"Not when that person is you," the villain said. They sat down on the couch in the hero's office. The hero wouldn't have called them if they had been sure and confident in this solution. Instead the almost hysterical call had made the villain's blood boil. "Come on. Help me out here. They want your dead body on their porch so they will let go of all these hostages? What a pathetic demand. Play with that. Use that."

"I don't know how," the hero said and when the villain stared at the desperation behind their eyes, the villain realised that this maybe wasn't the time for a challenge but rather for encouragement. They weren't good at the latter but they supposed they'd give it all for their enemy.

"You have to make them think you are playing their game. Deliver something to them to lure them out of their cave. Maybe it's a fake? Maybe it's actually your body your medics can make look dead? And then once they believe they have won, you sink your teeth into them," the villain said. "But giving up just like that?"

They shook their head, clicking with their tongue.

"Believe me, it's better this way," the hero said. "I am a burden to the agency, they will gladly get rid of me."

"You are challenging the agency because I challenge you. There is nothing wrong with trying to improve. Even a seemingly perfect institution has its flaws."

The hero didn't answer, they just stared at the liquid on the floor and the shards. The villain closed their eyes, thinking.

If the hero was so determined to save these people and willing to give their own life for them, they needed to realise that their death would provoke more sacrifices. On average, the hero saved 10 to 20 people a week. Statistically speaking, if no one took over their job, it wouldn't matter at all if the hero saved these people. Quite the contrary. Without the hero, there would be a fair amount of bodies.

But the villain didn't want to say that. It made the hero sound like a machine, like a thing that needed to operate in order to establish peace in the city. The hero wasn't replacable like that.

And above all, that wasn't what the hero wanted either.

"Come here," the villain said and the hero did walk over to them. These days they were cautious of every step they took. The villain was reminded of a time before that. When both of them were younger, both of them ambitious and eager to fight for their beliefs. The hero used to be so full of joy, a fire within them that was contagious to the villain. They were reminded of a hero that was never ready to give up.

"Sit down." The hero did. Right next to them. The villain leaned back, one arm on the backrest while they lounged. Admittedly, they had thought often about the hero and this couch. But they would never say that aloud. "When I met you, I thought you were going to be an easy target. I thought you were one of those jobs where I would barely have to lift a finger. But you were everything but. Your resistance is astonishing."

"I am not that person anymore."

"You are," the villain said. "That's why you called me in the first place. Usually your defiance turns into raw action every enemy should fear. But today, that defiance was a simple phone call. You said you wanted to say goodbye but I don't believe you. You were asking me for help. Deep within, you were afraid of the idea of giving yourself up like that. Somewhere deep within, you yearned for defiance, even if someone had to help you a little."

The hero didn't say anything at first. Now more than ever, they seemed to listen to a criminal. The villain knew that putting any more pressure on the hero might cause them to crack. They still had to be careful.

And it didn't even matter if the villain was right. They just had to make the hero believe that they were.

Usually, the villain used manipulation to get closer to their goals but they supposed for once in their life, they could use manipulation for the better. For the hero.

"If you want to give up, that's fine. Get another vial. Make it all stop. But I know that is not who you truly are. You wouldn't have swallowed that poison even if I hadn't come. You just wanted an excuse," they said. "I truly believe you would drag yourself through hell just out of spite. It's in your nature to defy. It's in your nature to protest. To use nails and teeth if you have to."

They took the hero's hand and squeezed.

"Giving up has never been an option for you. You will never allow yourself to quit." They let their thumb run over the hero's skin. "But you didn't need me to tell you all this, did you?"

"I did need you to tell me this," the hero said. They looked exhausted. But definitely more determined. "I don't know if you're right. I don't know if I would have taken the poison."

"I do," the villain lied. "You are stronger than you realize."

Now, the hero smiled softly.

"You really think that?"

"I do," the villain said and this time, they weren't lying. They leaned over and took the hero's chin anew. They turned the hero's head until they were eye to eye. "Thank you for calling me."

The hero's eyes dropped to the villain's lips but the villain knew this wasn't the right time.

They let go of the hero, their heart beating hard in their chest as the adrenaline rushed through their veins.

"Let's save some civilians, hm?"

[dododrawsstuff]

Hello, Dodo!

Could I ask for Chevalier +D3? 🙈

Thank you in advance and congrats!!! ❤️ And cheers to more people finding your work! ❤️

Hey Lorei! Thank you so much!! Of course! I hope you like him, it's always fun drawing mainly expressionless characters with fun expressions while trying to maintain their essence, I had a lot of fun.

I drew him in his casual outfit because I think he would only show such an expression with someone he trusted a lot.

The expressions requests are open

[the-kr8tor]

Got another request, love💕💕

How about a Valentine's Day one? Hobie has always hated this holiday, thinking it was just some government issued day in order to get money from the masses. But, since you came into his life, he can't help but adorn you with flowers he hand picked and homemade chocolate (he tries, at least, lol) Something along those lines.

Love you Katy🥰💕 Take good care of yourself😤🫵

Good news!! I've already got one that's all written up right here! Enjoy, bestie 💕 love you too!!

[something-tofightfor]

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #15: Frankie Morales - A Kiss After Pain

If you remember last summer, I took prompt requests for a series of smooches. It never got finished, and I apologize for that ... but this one WAS finished and has been languishing in my google docs for almost a year.

What was the delay? I couldn't post it until the story reached the point where you knew Frankie's secret. But @the-blind-assassin-12 .... it's happening. And this one is all for you.

Word Count: 1,796 Rating: M, for implied sex and a lot of angst ... and some blood. Takes place between chapters 9 and 10 of Liminality.

In the short time you’d known him, you’d never seen Frankie as agitated as he was that afternoon. 

You weren’t scared of him - you hadn’t ever been, even after finding out what he was. I should have been. It should have terrified me. But instead, you’d felt sympathy for the man - someone that hadn’t asked for what he was enduring, someone that took things seriously and tried his best to keep himself under control even when most other people in his position wouldn’t have been able to.

“Frankie, if there’s anything I can do, I need you to …” Shaking your head, you sighed. “I wish you’d just tell me.” 

“You can control it.” He was running his fingers through his hair, the Standard Oil ballcap you’d grown used to discarded on his couch. “Not a hundred percent of the time, but enough. Enough that you don’t need to fucking …” He growled, spinning away from you and striding toward the back door, both hands balled up onto fists and hanging by his sides. He won’t change here. He won’t let himself get worked up enough, even though the moon’s only a couple days away. “You don’t have to fucking hurt people. You have enough goddamn control to…” He trailed off, rocking back and forth.

“Maybe you’re the exception.” Standing, you slowly crossed the room, stopping short of touching him, even though you wanted to. “Maybe not everyone has the self control you do, Frankie. Maybe you not knowing what you were capable of and being wary of it all helped and -”

“No.” It was close to a snarl, the sound low in his throat as he stiffened. Keep it together, Frankie. “I’m not fucking special. Even Ashley agreed with me about the control thing.” He lowered his head, taking a breath. “It’s easier when you’re born into it because you have help controlling the urges. But she said that her entire line - and everyone else they’ve ever come into contact with - have been able to control themselves even in the beginning.” 

You shivered, crossing your arms over your chest. But why do these other wolves just want to kill? What is it about them that make them … “The Chaos line just wants attention, then. If they’re all aware that they’re hurting people, it’s by design.” He agreed with you, a humorless laugh at the end of it. 

“I’ve worked so hard.” He turned to face you, a deep frown on his face. “So hard since it happened to control it. To control myself. I just want to live my goddamn life and not worry about someone knocking on my door one day and -”

“Someone like me, you mean.” Covering your mouth with one hand, you closed your eyes. “Because if I figured out that this isn’t gators or bobcats, then someone else will, too. I can’t be the only one looking.” 

He nodded, eyes locked with yours. “And not everyone is like you. Not everyone would listen. People shoot first and ask questions later.” He glanced up, taking a long breath. “Like me and Redfly did in Colombia. Like the five of us did on so many missions. Like -”

“Hey.” You reached out then, laying a hand against the center of his chest. “You’re getting off topic here, Morales.” His heartbeat thumped against  your palm, the man’s skin hot through the thin material of his t-shirt. “The next full moon, we’ll get him.  You won’t have to worry about this asshole putting you in danger anymore.” 

“You sound so sure.” He rolled his eyes, stepping away from you. “What if it doesn’t happen that way? What if he’s always a couple steps ahead of me? What if I can’t keep you or the guys from -”

“You know why I’m here, Frankie.” Chewing on your lower lip, you narrowed your eyes. “You know what I’m willing to give u -”

He cut you off when he raised a fist, slamming it into the tabletop with a crack of his knuckles. 

You hissed in pain at the sound - and the sight - but Frankie didn’t even flinch, the man’s fingers flexing as he replied. “That’s not going to fucking happen.” He turned to face you again and you watched in horror as his bloodied knuckles dripped onto the tile floor. How is he not �� that has to hurt. He - “I already put you in danger by not telling you right away. It’s not happening again. Not now, not -”

“Frankie, you’re bleeding.” Forcing yourself into motion, you moved past him and into the kitchen, grabbing a towel and turning on the hot water. “Your hand has to be broken, something cracked when you hit the table, and -”

“It was the table.” He was right behind you, the man’s voice low again as he leaned in to speak into your ear. “It does hurt, but it’s fine. It’ll heal. Give it a couple hours and it’ll be like nothing happened. Shit heals faster the closer it gets to the moon.” The table? He cracked the table? His left hand snaked around your waist and the right one came into view as he extended his fingers over the sink. “Just some bloody knuckles. Nowhere near the worst it’s been for me.” 

You sighed as he spoke, a tiny smile creeping over your lips as he flattened his palm against your belly, pulling you back toward him. I know it isn’t. “At least let me clean them off for you. Can’t have you bleeding all over the place.” He nodded, chin resting on your shoulder - and you got to work. 

You were gentle with his hand, guiding it under the trickle of water and letting it rinse the blood from his skin. The cuts were shallow - more bruises than anything else, but his knuckles were swollen, and you felt him wince when you used your thumb to rub antibacterial soap over them, ensuring that the area was clean. Not that it matters, according to him, but … still. 

“You know I’d do whatever it took to keep you safe, right?” He kissed the side of your neck, lips lingering against your skin. “Not only do you know my secret, but you know about Colombia, too, so that makes you … one of us.” Your heart thumped at the label, even though it wasn’t new information. But…  

“Hmm. With that, you’d think that maybe me not being around anymore would be a good thing. I’m a liability, Frankie. Not just to you guys, but to whoever the other person is, because … because I know what to look for. I know what to …” You trailed off when he reached for the taps, turning the water off and then urging you to spin and face him. “What?” 

“It would not be a good thing.” He moved closer, pinning you between his body and the counter’s edge, the man’s gaze intense. “Not even close.” His nostrils flared as he contemplated his words - and yours - and when Frankie spoke again, you heard resolve in his voice, the man trailing one bruised knuckle over your cheek. “You might know what to look for and what to do when you find it, but I know what it feels like to be the thing you’re looking for. I know what happens when we’re not … us anymore. And I’m going to use that to hunt this motherfucker down.” 

His eyes flashed gold as he spoke, Frankie’s handsome features turning sharp for a moment before they softened. 

You still weren’t scared, but you did feel fear - not for you or for him, but for whoever was behind the attacks. Because he won’t give up. This isn’t just about keeping people safe, it’s about … him getting to live his life. It’s about getting to watch his daughter grow up and … “You are.” Nodding twice, you closed your eyes. “We are. And I’m going to help you as much as I can.” So that maybe I can finally live my life, too. 

You took his wrist between your fingers and twisted it, finally breaking eye contact when you pressed your lips to his knuckles. You kissed each one in turn, and when you were done, you looked back up, not knowing what to expect. 

But instead of uncertainty or unease, Frankie looked absolutely wrecked, the man’s lips parted and his brow furrowed, his eyes on your face. You didn’t know how he’d respond, but you didn’t expect him to nearly moan out your name, surging forward to kiss you without warning. 

He ripped his wrist from your hold and used that hand to grip the back of your neck - not tightly but securely, his other hand sliding beneath your shirt and up the center of your back, the heat of his palm trailing like fire over your skin. 

There was nothing hesitant about the kiss. Frankie didn’t hold back, and you would have been lying if you’d said that part of you wasn’t thrilled that you were able to get that kind of reaction out of him after only knowing him for a couple months. But who wouldn’t be? He’s… 

He tugged on your lip with his teeth and then released it, running his nose alongside yours before he kissed you again, your mouth open and waiting, the point of his tongue meeting the flat of yours, almost daring you to challenge him further. 

You did, one hand gripping his shirt and bunching the fabric of it against your palm as you moaned into his mouth, your other hand pushing on his hip and wordlessly urging him to back up so that you could follow. 

He was dangerous and you knew it. 

He’d been that way for years before Colombia, Frankie’s instincts and willingness to do what needed to be done allowing him and his friends to survive countless unthinkable situations. But he was also loyal to the people he cared about - and based on the things he’d said to you and the way he’d treated you since your first meeting, you’d worked yourself into that circle almost unwittingly. And that means everything. 

He pulled back to breathe, pressing his forehead to yours and stroking over the line of your jaw with his thumb. “Frankie, you -”

“If I don’t let you go right now, I don’t know that I’m going to be able to. And I can’t… I can’t promise I’ll be able to rein myself in today.” 

You made your choice  - if there even was one to be made -  in an instant, your grip on him tightening at the same time you inhaled sharply, the hand on his hip sliding back so that you could urge his lower body against yours. 

“I don’t want you to. Ever.”

—

[bon-is-gone]

UGHHH LOVED UR SLASHER BAND AU HEADCANONS WE NEED MORE (with time , take ur time perfection takes time ofc🥰🥰😘) BUT KEEP IT UP LOVE YOUU!!!!!!!!!

SHUWHDHWHS I LOVE YOU TOOOOO (Platonicly ofcourse amigo :D) [i also merged these two requests since if I'm not wrong they're basically the same thing? I think? Just gotta add more wall people facts here-]

Here you go my children, I got McSlashers for you all

Jesse cleans his head ALOT so it's basically a mirror which you can look into

Billy and Brahms have both of their rooms in the attic (ofcourse). Since the British person lives in an old house, Brahms once fell through the floor(ceiling???)-

Billy Loomis gets into fights alot when he's drunk (most of the time he gets his sh*t rocked 😭)

Vincent used to draw anime when he was younger and has a full sketchbook of those drawings, he's extremely embarrassed about it. Bo once found the sketchbook under his brothers bed and proceeded to laugh at it for 2 hours straight 💀

Okay that us Suprisingly all that I can think of currently- HOWEVER I WILL MAKE MORE IF I THINK IT.

Also I apologize for not responding faster (I've literally had this ask here for months now-) school and just overall life has been an extreme pain in the ass to work with 😭 (mostly because of entrance exams) so I did not have as much time and motivation as I would have liked to have. However, I promise that I WILL post more content soon.

Thank you for reading these headcanons, this was Bon, signing out.

[jokeringcutio]

Prompt Fill: Grabber Returns for you [ Grabber/Albert Shaw x Reader ]

Fandom: Black Phone 2022 Pairing: The Grabber/ Albert Shaw x Reader Rating: Mature Warnings: Mature Themes, Stalking, Kidnapping, allusions to smut/talk about smut, 18+ references, Modern Au. For helreyy ♡

-> The dark shape of him underneath the tree made you freeze. You blinked but he was still there. His tall frame a shadow. You slowly lowered your cup and leaned closer to the window. His watching blue eyes met yours and it was like being pierced by needles of ice.

His lips twisted in a grin. Then he turned around and disappeared into the shadows of the park opposite your house.

You turned to cry out for your parents. They came rushing to your side not much later and you told them of the man you’d seen.

The Grabber was famous for kidnapping young boys. You had clearly been a mistake. A young woman, not a child, taken by a stranger who had asked your help, thrown into the back of his van.

His address remained unknown while yours had been all over the news. Granted, your name was anonymized and your details had been blanked in all news articles since they found you. But of course, your kidnapper had been following the news, downloading and screen-capturing every article about you and saved them on his hard drive as some kind of sick and twisted trophy. He did it with all his victims, but little did you know.

You also suspected he wasn’t actually the Grabber, even though he had said that he was. Even the police thought he might be someone new. A wannabe killer. An imitator. You did not fit the profile of his victims.

But if he wasn’t the Grabber, how would you explain the children’s schoolbook containing notes that you’d found in the basement he had locked you up in?

Your mysterious villain had hidden his face at all times, never showing you who was behind the masks he wore. You’d seen him painted white and behind glasses first, then only behind grotesque masks. Even as he had stood in the shadows of you house, you had seen the devil’s horns in the shade.

The police wanted to know who he was and where to find him, but composite drawings were out of the question. They wanted to research his DNA profile, but you had never been touched that way by him and weren’t defiled with his sperm or otherwise. The only evidence you held were the gashes and bruises created by his belt.

You’d been his good girl, he had said. Hitting you had only been to show you how it would be if you decide to be bad. It’d be worse, he had threatened. He said he would never want to let you go.

You’re different from them. You’re my special little pet.

If only you would have remembered the route you used to escape or recognized the houses you had passed. But it had been in the dark of the night and you had been frightened. The Grabber had been asleep on his kitchen chair when you walked past him. By the time the dog barked you were already out the door, slipping away, hiding behind some bins at a neighboring house. Frozen with fear. You had heard his footsteps as he ran into the garden, heard the gravel underneath his soles when he made it to his van, and heard him start the engine.

He didn’t know you were still there, quiet as a mouse, watching as he drove off, pace deliberately slow, lamps like searchlights gliding along the pavement. You waited to see which direction he drove to, then sprinted out of the shrubbery and headed the other way. You ran.

You ran and ran until your legs gave out. Until dawn touched your cheeks and you recognized the scratches of thorns and twigs, cuts and bruises on your arms and legs. And a stranger came up to you and wrapped her arms around you, and you knew you were safe.

It had only been three days of your life, but it had been enough.

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming.

The Grabber had threatened he would not let you go. Though he had not touched you like that, he had fantasized. Openly and explicitly. Told you of all the things he wanted to do to you. How you would take his cock, how he’d split you open, make you bleed your virgin blood all over his shaft. How he would touch your clit, make you writhe beneath him until your walls milked him dry. His balls would explode, his seed dumped deep inside, and he would fuck your cunt raw until it hurt to take him any longer. Then he would fuck you some more until you could no longer stand.

You swore you saw him at times, standing on the other side of the street, observing. You asked your parents to check the camera they’d placed in front of the house. Someone moved in the shadows all right, but he was always out of sight. You told the police and they let their surveillance car drive through your street a few times a day. The sightings grew less frequent, but they did not stop.

Those threats that he had made surfaced when you thought you saw him again, this time on your way to your new apartment. Your parents helped you with that, knowing you wanted a change, that you wanted to escape to a place far away.

You grabbed your father’s arm and made him turn to look and see. But the Grabber had cleverly gone. You comforted yourself by remembering he was only at your parent’s house. He wouldn’t know where you were going to live. You’d be far away, in a busy city. No way he could get his hands on you unnoticed.

Of course, you might have jinxed yourself with your wishful thinking. As you opened the door to your new apartment, after a night out with friends, many weeks later, you suddenly felt the presence of someone behind you, the warmth of a body burned into you from behind. When you turned around, you saw you were in the shade of a tall man. Blue eyes glinted in the dark, hidden behind the upper half of a mask. His teeth glinted in the light of the streetlamp, canines like sharp fangs showing.

“Hello, little butterfly. Ready to come home to Daddy?”

Your eyes grew wide and your hands flew up to cover your nose. But the canister was already against your nostrils, a gas heavy within your nose. Your eyes drooped while you fell limp in his arms. And the last thing you heard “I’m gonna make good on my promise, little girl,” a low, husky rasp.

“I’m gonna fuck you long and hard.”

[embrosegraves]

Hey I show your recent post and I wondered if you are comfortable of course to write a fluff story with Sebastian Vettel and mother reader and their kids probably 2 boys and 2 girls . If you want to of course not pressure

omg thank you so much for sending a request! I'll be honest, I didn't expect for a request so soon after posting but I'm very happy that you did! I also named the children, I hope you don't mind.

Anyway, I hope I did this justice. I'm still relatively new to Tumblr so apologies if the formatting is a bit off, I'm still learning.

Enjoy!

[harukapologist]

Don't mind me being here again with more 0301. This sort of ties in with the "Haruka in skirts" idea, because while I don't see Haruka as trans in either way, I very much think he is very in touch with both his feminine and masculine side and does enjoy both sides of the clothing selection a lot.

So that is an idea I had with a friend recently: Fuuta and Haruka out shopping for clothes, Fuuta does love picking out clothes for Haruka (Village Vanguard outfit anyone??), but he notices Haruka glancing to the more cute clothes/women's clothing a lot, so he gives him the push in saying "You can pick what you like as well, you know?", which gives Haruka the reassurance that it's okay to go for these clothes.

So, much talk, but pls go wild with this scenario and the following clothes shopping

So it wasn't just me who thought Haruka's Village Vanguard outfit looked really really like Futa's style ehehe, in fact, I've had a sketch for a while in my gallery of Backdraft Futa & Village Vanguard Haruka together because their outfits look so similar :33

AND SO SO SO CUTE!!! thank you for this request + I agree with you 100%!! It's cute to think about Futa helping Haruka on the self discovery journey when he decides to be a bit more feminine also, I imagine he'd learn about the kinds of skirts or dresses Haruka likes the most & buy more of them :D ok enough rambling, here's the art, sorry eheh

In case my handwriting is illegible, here's what the images say

Shopping~

F: "Something caught your eye?"

H: "A-Ah, um... No..."

F: "Hey, don't be so shy. If you like something, you can try it. You can pick what you like as well, you know?" (I LOVE THIS LINE, ESPECIALLY IMAGINING FUTA SAYING IT, SO SWEET!!! I MELTED WHEN I READ THE ASK)

H: "Can I try this?"

F: "Of course!!"

Later~

H: "Futa-kun!"

Labels: "Changing rooms" "doorknob"

H: "H-How do I look?"

F: "SO ADORABLE...!!!" *Futa.exe has stopped working*

H: "Can I try another skirt?"

F: "You can try as many skirts as you want..." *SO CUTE AAA* *SCREAMING INTERNALLY*

H: "yay~"

F: "The skirt makes him cute but his happiness makes him cutest ♡"

[kykyonthemoon]

Could I have an Xavier x Reader fluff? Like they make him wear bunny ears and Xavier makes them wear wolf ears? I wanna see smth soft and fluffy for my man…If you can’t totally ok! You’re lovely!

Fluffy Trapped

In this game of two, Xavier is definitely not the rabbit.

Thank you for requesting. 🌻 Xavier x Reader Masterlist

Request something?

“Why do you have that funny headband on your head?” The strange boy asked, one hand pointing at the top of Xavier's head.

He raised his hand and touched the two long, soft rabbit ears attached to his head. He was sitting in a corner of the arcade when this kid came from nowhere and began to laugh at what he was wearing.

“It's a bet.” Xavier replied with a sigh.

“A bet?”

“Yeah. I lost a bet with someone in a claw machine game.”

The child kept giggling while covering his mouth, showing absolutely no manners. Then, to his surprise, a little girl of a similar age called in this way.

“Oh no! That girl has found me!” His face became pale in an instant. He pushed something into Xavier's palm with haste and said, "Keep this. You can make your friend wear it if they lose to you at the kitty cards game. That girl over there made me do that too!”

The boy threw his little friend a glance that left it unclear whether he hated or loved her. He then sprinted in her direction, and the two of them walked away while holding hands. Xavier turned to face the object he was holding. It was a hair piece almost identical to his, but instead of pink and white rabbit ears, it was dark gray wolf ears.

“Kitty cards, hmm…” Xavier whispered to himself. His eyes found you in the crowd, happily ordering drinks for both of you. A very dangerous smile appeared on his lips for a moment, then disappeared when you turned your head to find him. He appeared to be an obedient rabbit waiting for his "master". That made you even less suspicious of the trap he had just set for you.

That afternoon, Xavier invited you to play kitty cards.

“The loser will have to wear bunny ears for another twenty-four hours!” You grinned. Claw machine or kitty cards were both your best games.

Xavier let you go first, and as usual, he lost miserably to you in the first round. He claimed to have picked up a few new skills but was only able to win one round. By the third round, he seemed rather sleepy.

Xavier put one arm on the table to support his head. The heavy eyelids slowly closed. You called softly: “Xavier? Xavier?” But he still did not open his eyes. You glanced at the cats on the table. There were only two more cups left and the game would end. But your cards were not that great. You were about to lose to Xavier!

You looked up at the rabbit ears that Xavier had on his head, bobbing slightly with each nod. Anytime, anywhere, he could fall asleep, even while he was playing cards. You reminisced about the days when you were both on missions and he could fall asleep while still upright! Xavier had dozed off for real. The opportunity had come to you.

This was the decisive round. You could not lose to Xavier, because you still wanted to see him wearing those bunny ears for a long time. Those bunny ears affixed to his head was your trophy. You used to cheat while he fell asleep before, and you knew a trick of swapping cats in the cup so your opponent got points deducted. The important thing was to be skillful and quick. To double verify, you attempted to wave a hand in front of Xavier's face. When you saw that he did not react, you lifted up the red cat in the cup that he had received double points on.

"Good kitty…"

You hushed the cat so it did not cry out loud. Then you picked up the green cat next to it and prepared to drop it into the cup. Little did you know that all your actions were being observed by Xavier with a half-open eye. Immediately, he grabbed your wrist, causing both cats to fall.

“Ughhh!”

You screamed because you were startled. Xavier firmly grasped his hand, preventing you from backing away. The corners of his lips curled up into a perfect and cunning line.

“Got you!”

“Xavier!… You…”

You could not deny it, not when the two cats which you had just dropped were leaping around the table and meowing loudly. More than the fact that you were discovered cheating, the reason your face felt heated was because Xavier's hand was holding your wrist.

“How clumsy you are, Miss Hunter.” He smiled, his eyes filled with mischief, making you feel like you were put in danger. A bewildered and sleepy Xavier in an instant became a trap setter. He had been waiting for this opportunity since the beginning, even pretending to be drowsy to catch you red handed. Was he really asleep the other times or did he do it on purpose so you could win?

It was your turn to feel extremely naive. Kitty cards were originally your game, but with Xavier scheming like that, it was intolerable.

“This round doesn't count. Let's play another one!”

"That's fine. But first,” Xavier replied. He took out the pair of wolf ears he had hidden earlier. “Those who cheat ought to face their punishment.”

His voice was so soft, but you were left with shivers. Your arms and legs became weak, your face was burning again. Xavier loosened his grip but did not let go completely. He stood up to move closer to you.

"Please no! Oh! Where did those wolf ears come from anyway?

“Stay still.”

He said while you kept shaking your head, refusing to cooperate. At last, he had to lean down so close that his breath caught your cheek and you could not avoid his gaze anymore. Then he put the wolf ears on your head.

"Good girl."

He patted your head. His index finger gently pressed the tip of your nose and he smiled with satisfaction. You were not sure who was the rabbit and who was the real wolf anymore.

[cookietriple]

Hiiiii I wanted to say that I love you're art style... It's unique and ummm if it's not a bother could you please draw minet my oc with dust?

Here ya goooo, sorry if I took so long,

Thank you for requesting! I had fun though! ^^

[amooo1023]

Yo how about romantic headcanon for a aggressive, rebellious, energetic but caring and protective reader x the best golden dorito Bill Cipher

Wow, what a long weird request. But I'd be happy to write for this anon!

Bill Cipher x rebellious, energetic and protective reader (ROMANTIC HEADCANONS) (Damn, what a mouthful.)

Bill finds you entertaining, he loves a good fight! When people are too compliant they get boring. Your rebellious side just makes it all the better! Along with your aggressiveness.

Let's say in your first meeting you try to hit Bill or get apprehensive with him. He'll laugh at your attempts at hitting him. He can't help it! You're attempts at hurting him are just too adorable.

Let's say you're not fully convinced at his proposal. Bill will laugh and shrug it off simply telling you that you'll come back eventually. But don't expect him to be done with you. He'll pay you visits in your dreams and nightmares. Terrorizing you and whatever else he can think of.

If you still don’t take his proposal? Fine, guess you're stuck with him for all eternity now. Definitely not an excuse for hanging out with you or anything, no, nO, NO! Ahem, although he will admit that you are certainly most interesting with your friends, being all touchy, protective and all.

You probably won't be getting a lot of privacy, I mean you will get privacy but. Don't take it as a surprise if he just randomly says something personal about you out loud. It's kind of his thing, watching and observing without people knowing. Full on torturing and embarrassing people, normal. You just got lucky by the fact that you were interesting. Or not depending on how you wanna see it.

You might seriously be in a pleasant bath thinking to yourself: "Finally, some fucking privacy-" AND BOOM a triangle comes out of nowhere screaming about some random kitten on youtube being according to him, extremely dumb. But you're pretty sure he found the cat adorable considering his weird trends with "stupid" or "imbecile" -like things.

He's honestly so weirdly curious about things despite the fact that he always stalks and watches earth for it's residents. Food in particular. You had brought in sushi and had eaten with chopsticks and suddenly he was in your lap asking about the food, culture, why, how and etc. Very weirdly curious guy but also incredibly well educated. Makes you more interested in his history to be honest.

He's incredibly energetic himself so your jumpy and motivated self will be a blessing to him seeing as many don't seem to be able to keep up with him. (Well except for Ford) so if you can bring him up for a treat or for some fun stuff in the mindscape or perhaps even the dreamscape.

Oh man, he LOVES your aggressiveness. Sure, most of your aggressive acts had been done on accident with you just trying to be affectionate and going a bit too fast with it. But it is definitely a refresher from the self preserved and calm ones. I mean he has seen you with your friends and it is very intriguing and sorta amusing.

He's seen you in your rebel side but it was only most evident at the start when he was simply terrorizing and annoying you. But now it wasn't as much directed towards him anymore and more less to your own personal views. You had also shown this side to previous abusive bosses. He hasn't seen you full on serious yet but he's sure that's gonna be a sight to behold if you ever get to that point.

Because of your personality you probably warmed up to him pretty quickly. But I'm pretty sure he would warm up to you a lot faster while you later. I mean, he is a dream demon going into your dreams, constantly terrorizing you while full on admitting to have seen everything and potentially watching every single thing you do. Not that big of a surprise if it takes more time for you.

Once you have warmed up to him, he'll probably be a lot more open with you. He already was but open in other ways. Intrests and more interacting with each other, more secretive things.

How you two interact can be varied. To finding about the secrets of the universe to suddenly finding the worlds smallest hotdog that may or may not involve a lot of violence. Yeah, this happens. Also for some reason you find yourself doing a lot of things you swore to never do with him. Definitely not him pursuing or manipulating you into following through his plans. He would never!

Yeah, this isn't that much of a surprise. He may find you interesting and amusing but that doesn't mean he won't put you to use. Sometimes you aren't even aware of it so it's fine. Also your aggressiveness and protective self has a lot of great uses! So why not put them to use when you obviously don't?

Despite all this there are times where you two interact normally. Well, as normally as it can get at least. Small chats, perhaps some bonding experiences and learning more about each other. Bill would never admit to actually liking them but he would add subtle hints. He has a lot of self pride and even hearing you saying anything with him being at least a little vulnerable or dependable on you is embarrassing for him. Take it easy with him, he's not used to affection despite the fact that he's all touch-touch with other people just to be a bit proactive. He's not used to anyone suddenly touching him or being physical. Physical with others, not affectionate. Well, as physical as it can get between the mindscape and physical world.

Considering all your traits it won't be a big surprise when you two start dating. He'll probably be the first to ask you out. You will most likely not even get a chance considering him. His way of asking you will most likely take place in the mindscape or a dream you're having. He'll play around with the environment and make it more liking to your interests.

This is where your affection might show the most towards him. And he'll be honest he didn't expect THIS much. He doesn't hate it! Far from it actually, he loves it. Absolutely adores your physical behavior towards him. Constantly pouncing on him with a hug and a kiss in the mindscape will make him fume bright red and a pink glow. He just melts then and there. Your aggression is just the icing on the top for him. Thing is, because of you affection he might take it for granted at times. Being so used to affection and he might even crave it at times. Cute at first but later it might just turn needy and possibly a bit annoying. So no matter how much self control it takes maybe slow down a bit on the affection.

HE IS SO FUCKING TOUCH-STARVED HOLY SHIT. Ever since he started to have more than fond feelings for you he just kind of subconsciously craved your touch. Interlocking hands with you, hugging, you kissing him and hand holding. Although hand holding might make him feel a bit queasy after a long while.

He won't outright ask for you to touch him, he'll only hint. But if you do not take his hints he might just eventually ask you outright. Sure, a bit embarrassed and possibly a little red and pink but still asking straight-forwardly.

Plan a movie night with him and it will eventually turn into complete chaos. No matter how many things you might've tried to avoid. It will end up in flames and will not be calm eventually. Still don't know how he does it but it happens.

Your protective side may show more in weirdmageddon since that is when more shit actually happens. Bill could be talking to his henchmaniacs and suddenly BOOM you show up with protective arms around him and a glowering glare directed towards the poor henchmaniac. Bill might find it embarrassing at times but most of the time he finds it absolutely adorable. You think HE could get badly hurt? He's practically a god simply limited to a small space of the universe.

Let's just hope nothing bad ever happens. But otherwise a quite good relationship.

(Sorry for the long wait! Still I hope you enjoyed!)

[tdutb]

i shall sent a request, mayhaps a mic with a purple ribbon?

i'm so sorry i don't see purple and by the time that my friend said it was pink it was already too late

[the-kr8tor]

Hello! I wanted to request something. if thats okay with you ofc! So i wanted to ask if you could do Ekko x reader yk in s2 act 3 at the end when he is alone up there. Just comfort the poor baby cause he has been through a lot. Him telling the reader about him and Powder in that other world and maybe the reader trying to make him feel better and they end up together in the future Ekkos healed and all that with readers help (use your own ideas, too. i don't mind, and there no rush)

Hiii!! I'm already writing a mini series with something similar to this in mind so stay tuned for it!