hai… may i have some romantic n fluffy webslinger x reader hcs please? thank u!!
cowboys n' kisses
tw: brief mentions of the cowboy hat rule (nothing suggestive or nsfw) but other than that, nothin!
pairing: patrick "web-slinger" o'hara x gn!reader
characters: patrick "web-slinger" o'hara
authors note: yes ofc!! sorry this took so long for me to finish but i hope you enjoy!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
it doesn't matter how you identify in terms of gender, this man is going to call you partner
he absolutely LOVES seeing you wear his hat. its not even related to the cowboy hat rule (he, in my opinion, could not care less about it) he just likes seeing you wear his things, you look a little silly but he adores it
you know how some people do the little guess who thing and cover your eyes from behind? he does that but uses his hat instead of his hands
if you're dating him you're going to learn how to ride a horse.
no literally this isn't an innuendo, like he forces you to learn.
him and widow literally have a telepathic connection, you are going to get along with this man's horse if you intend on staying with him
dont worry though!! he is going to be with you the entire time, right behind you, hands holding yours as you clutch onto the reins or holding your waist
if you're like me and you are lowkey terrified of horses he would be constantly reassuring you
"i gotcha darlin', just hold onto the reins like that- there you go. see you're a natural at this"
"i literally have nearly fell half a dozen times."
"still better than my first time"
he's lying. this man came out the womb with the ability to ride a horse like nobody's business
but he loves going on late night rides with you, could spend hours listening to you, as you and him and widow, cant forget her wander around under the stars
he's a sucker for old timey nicknames like honey, darlin', sweetheart, that sort of thing!
greets you with a forehead and always makes sure to say goodbye with a forehead kiss
actually he just loves giving you forehead kisses. out of nowhere sometimes he gives you a small peck on the forehead for funsies
this man loves doing finger guns and making a little "pew pew!" sound. he will not stop if you dont do it back.
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Ahh ive been reading some of your writings and they're just so warm and fluffy to read (if that makes sense??) Though i cant really express it in the tags ;; also if its alright, may i please request blanket with mikoto or tears with fuuta? - @erimnar
Omg thank you -- I've been so grateful for your tags! :)) And thanks for the requests, I had a lot of fun with these woo! I went with a real fun one for Mikoto/Blanket (once again, picture T1 minigram vibes) and I'll post a slightly angstier one for Fuuta/Tears soon 👍
“Mikotoooo, just share with Muu,” the girl pouted. “I mean it!”
He scooted out of her reach. “What are you gonna do, stab me about it?”
Muu’s jaw dropped, but there was no real horror behind it. “Maybe!” She lunged for him again.
After a strange rattling from the walls had woken some in the middle of the night, all the heat in the prison had seeped away. Es had left to fix it immediately, and no one had seen them for hours. In Mikoto’s opinion, they seemed better versed in law than plumbing and mechanical fixes. He had no idea how long they’d all be shivering like this in the winter chill.
The prisoners walked around all morning in a mismatch of spare layers. Mahiru giggled inside one of Shidou’s extra doctor coats, far too big on her. Mikoto hadn’t stopped laughing that Shidou owned extra doctor coats in the first place. Yuno’s stylish hats could be spotted on several of the prisoners, Mikoto included. (He’d given his own beanie to Kazui, earlier.) Fuuta had handed out a concerning amount of sweatshirts, and Muu had some fashionable scarves that gave enough warmth to be useful.
In addition to the ridiculous getups, they each carried their bed sheets around their shoulders. Mikoto was surprised to find himself the envy of the group.
A while back he’d requested a weighted blanket; he remembered finding one helpful when work got too overwhelming. Milgram had provided a fairly large one, though he felt it hadn’t worked as well here. He didn't expect it to cause a stir until Shidou pointed out that its weight would make it even warmer than his own. Following that, it didn’t take long to attract the small army of murderous children that were after him.
As he stepped away from Muu, Yuno leapt at his other side, ready to snatch the blanket off of him. Although Haruka and Amane were too nervous to make a grab at him, they stood anxiously nearby rooting for his loss. Mahiru had jumped in as well. Her quick movements forced Mikoto to spin around and draw it even closer around his shoulders. Caring less about the blanket, but always ready to tackle someone, Fuuta joined the scuffle.
It wasn't like Mikoto cared about the blanket, either. He had no issue sharing it with the others. He knew the attitude in the prison had been dropping recently. Despite the brief camaraderie from sharing articles of clothing, everyone’s mood had been especially bitter today. As physical discomfort added to their mental strain, things could go south quickly. The place needed to liven up a bit.
He stepped back from the blanket thieves, flicking the corner of it from Fuuta’s hands.
“Not so fast!”
Fuuta fumed. “You asshole…”
Yuno, meanwhile, seemed up for the challenge. “You’re quick!”
“I’ve had a bit of experience…” He flashed a wicked grin. Mikoto didn’t talk about his family much, but a few of the others knew he grew up on fairly good terms with a younger sister. His big brother instincts had developed just fine.
He darted this way and that. He faked and sidestepped and spun. As his opponents grew bolder, he ended up sweeping the blanket off his back. He swung it around the room with less effort than expected. He was stronger than he looked, and easily kept the girls at bay while wrestling Fuuta for the blanket. He let out a laugh as he fought back against all the grabbing hands. Taking advantage of the height difference, he lifted it directly over his head.
The position wasn’t the most secure, though. His taunts were quickly replaced by feigned cries as the others dragged him to the ground. As they pinned him down, a cheer erupted from Haruka before he covered his mouth. The others joined in the celebration as they claimed their prize.
Mikoto lamented, “you’re so cruel… you’re all so cruel…” It was good, he thought, hearing them all laugh.
The loss of his blanket wasn’t his only punishment. Heaving an exhausted breath, Yuno flopped down directly on top of him. She tucked herself and Muu into the blanket. Then Mahiru wiggled in, beckoning to Amane and Haruka. By the time they all nestled in, there was just barely enough room for Fuuta to squeeze in with everyone.
Mikoto wheezed from under the pile of prisoners.
“Okay, okay,” he said. “You win. Fuck -- let me breathe...”
Mahiru just made herself more comfortable. “But you’re so warm!” The others muttered their agreement. Not one showed any sign of moving. The prison was far too cold to give up heat like this, after all.
“That’s because you all made me work so hard!” He huffed. “Come on.”
“What are you gonna do?” Muu giggled, doing a poor impression of his voice, “murd--”
“-- Aw, shaddup…”
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👀👀👀
i would love to see and/or hear more about this blorbo
hmm i think all the art i have of her is in my older sketchbooks but id love to tell you about her!! :D
Her name is Kateřina Mušková (or just Kat for my non czech speakers /silly) and shes from a small town in (then) Czechoslovakia, as her story is set in the 70s/80s! Shes in her very early 20s and a lesbian trans girl still living with her parents.
I made her for a horror comic i plan on making one day where she experiences the most terrifying horrors my silly brain has thought of lol. I do have like two playlists[1][2] and a pinterest board[x] all about her if you want to munch on some more vague info about her!!! :]
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Not me wanting to press a sweet kiss on FL!childe’s forehead and then cup his face and call him ”my handsome prince”, just so he won’t feel insecure/emberrased about his face <3
extremely good idea anon, let's do it <3
Foul Legacy trying to hide his face in his claws because he hates how it looks- compared to you, so soft and delicate, he looks even more like a monster, and he despises it so much. no matter how many times you say that you don't mind and love the way he looks, he'll still turn away when you try to hold his cheek, downcast. it's not just his appearance- it's everything the appearance represents, him not being a human, you being in constant danger just from being with him, how he could never live an ordinary life with you. it saddens him, drawing a whimper from his throat, so he continues to shy away and lift his hands in front of his face so you don't have to look at it
but you want to look at him. Childe's beautiful, human or Foul Legacy, and you love him no matter what trials and tribulations you have to face in order to be together
he hides his face again today, wings fluttering weakly out of the familiar shame that burns his heart whenever he sees you sweet smile and remembers your previous, normal life. but this time your fingers curl gently around his wrists and tug his hands away, smiling up at him before quietly cupping his cheeks. without a word you lean closer and press a delicate kiss to his forehead, then lean your own head against his
"My lovely, handsome prince. What adventure shall we have today?"
now Childe hides his face, but out of being flustered instead of shame <3
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