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showf4lls · 5 months

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ɞ ― make a home in you; chuckle sandwich

cw + info! fluff, headcanons / no CWs

includes! ted nivison + charlie slimecicle + jschlatt

dedication! @ivyinnit

notes! i’m currently trying to get over a breakup and am kind of struggling w yearning atmo so this request (while old) was kind of perfect thank you for dropping into my askbox, ivy!! little update: it’s been so long since i’ve received this request, i know. it should’ve been easy to get it out quickly, but school absolutely melted me this semester. i know that ivy’s deactivated now, but in the case that she comes across it, i hope you enjoy beloved <3

TED

⎼ y’all schedule out laundry days together. it’s cute as fuck okok

⎼ forehead and cheek kisses while you’re on your way out the door

⎼ if he wakes up before you, he makes your morning drink of choice just the way you like it! though, he prefers to sleep in with you

⎼ if you don’t have any important plans for the day and you’ve set alarms just for the sake of waking up at a certain time, he turns them all off before you wake up. he wants to give you an opportunity to rest as much as you need to; your body will wake up when it’s ready

⎼ brunch dates! while you guys prefer to sleep in together, you alternate between sleeping in and waking up at a reasonable hour depending on your plans. ted really likes taking you out to brunch and just walking around window shopping with you after

⎼ if either of you are going somewhere important, the other will help them get ready and run through a mental checklist with them before they go in order to make sure the person leaving has absolutely everything they need

⎼ y’all are constantly doing bits. it’s kind of confusing for your friends, but neither of you care much because you’re just having a great time

⎼ ted is an absolute gentleman always, not just in the honeymoon phase. constantly opening doors for you, helping you put your sweater on when you’re leaving the house, opening the car door for you. stuff like that

⎼ he rubber ducks for you a lot. just sits down near you and listens, letting you work out your issues by talking it out without feeling awkward about it

⎼ he’s just overall a great listener and very in-tune with your needs. only gives advice and input when you ask for it, but he always makes an effort to validate your feelings. holds you when you need him to and steps back when he senses that you need space. also really good at problem solving and helping out when you get overwhelmed or have sensory overload

– when you have bad days, he has a tendency to go above and beyond. he cooks dinner for you, makes sure your comfy clothes are all washed and clean, and generally just makes sure you have to do as little as possible so that you have the proper space to calm down

CHARLIE

– you guys have rapid fire joke contests together, usually late at night when you’re sitting on kitchen counters, snacking. you go back and forth until either the two of you are laughing so hard that it would be physically impossible to keep going, or someone can’t come up with a joke fast enough

– you try to stay on the sleep cycle but you both tend to get a little out of whack every once in a while, so you have these phases of going to sleep at a decent hour and then going to sleep when the sun is about to come up

– as such, you guys have these phases of making spontaneous runs to the grocery store or gas station to get snacks, usually cereal for some reason. you get whatever you want and charlie never lets you pay for any of it. on the later nights, you guys sometimes experiment with new flavors of things or weird snack combinations

– he has a thing about always making sure you’re warm enough. you’re a little chilly? he’s pulling his sweater off and pulling it over your head. once you’re all comfy and settled, he’s on his way to turn on the heater. your feet are cold? he’s running to get you a pair of fuzzy socks and a blanket in case your legs are cold too. even when you’re about to leave the house -- it’s colder than 50 outside? he’s scrambling around the house, gathering gloves and scarves and beanies for you to take with you in case you get cold, even if they don’t match. no other options but you’re still cold? mans is wrapping himself around you, trying to use his body heat to warm you up himself. he hates when you’re chilly and uncomfortable :[

– brings you home little presents all the time. literally anything that remind him of you. you have a collection of buttons and keychains that he’s seen while walking through shops. he also steals cool props from videos and projects to give to you. you have a little collection going

– loves pda all the time, but not always cuddling (which can sound confusing, but let me explain). he likes casual pda with you around the house, whether it be you resting your feet in his lap while you both lounge across the couch, sitting on the floor and leaning back on his legs while you watch a movie, him putting a hand on the small of your back while he moves around/behind you, holding onto your hand until you’ve walked out of reach, gently pressing his knuckles into your back while you’re laying on the other side of the bed and facing away from him. likes to be touching you when he can be but in little ways that aren’t super overwhelming (mostly because i feel like you’d both be too fidgety to just cuddle)

– some of your most domestic moments are spent in the kitchen, usually cooking dinner together. it’s light and warm and it feels so much like home that you sometimes find yourself questioning if it’s all real. he’s right there to tell you it is. but back to dinner. he loves cooking for you, and you love cooking for him. it’s all laughter and winding down from work days and gentle hugs and swaying together as he hums for you

SCHLATT

– it’s a little hard to find domestic moments with schlatt off the top of your head, but they’re there when you look for them. they’re quiet, but they’re ever present

– he sleeps a lot, meaning that you usually wake up before him. if he’s sleeping light enough to hear you get up, he’ll roll over, half asleep, wrap his arms around your middle, and pull you back into his chest, mumbling a groggy “ten more minutes, babe. i’ll be up then, jus’ ten more minutes.” it’s never just ten more minutes

– he picks you up and carries you around a lot. not in the typical way. if he thinks you’re working yourself too hard, he’ll grab you from your desk and throw you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch and forcing you to watch a movie with him. or you’ll be sleepily making yourself a snack in the kitchen and he’ll grab you from behind, just wrapping his arms around your middle and picking you up. he carries you, complaining and squirming, the whole way to your room and tells you it’s nap time

– you guys have a lot of nap dates. it’s an easy, sweet block of time for you guys to spend together, hazy and together while napping on and off. if one of you wakes up, you get to fondly watch the other nap until you fall asleep again. watch the easy rise and fall of their chest, run a hand through their hair, trace gentle patterns on their skin, play with their fingers, listen to the beating of your heart

– you do the dishes together. you wash and schlatt dries. sometimes you get into towel fights or start flicking water at each other with your fingers

– schlatt follows you out of bed when you get up in the middle of the night. he’d never admit it, but he has a hard time sleeping without you. he hates waking up to a cold bed. so when the clock blinks 3:17 and he feels around to find nothing beside him, even if your side of the bed is still warm, he huffs and gets up. pads through the house with puffy, tired eyes until he finds you. wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your head. “what are you doin’ outta bed?” he never waits for your response, just starts ushering you back to your room

– really likes seeing you in his clothes, again, not that he would ever admit it. he’ll purposely “forget” to do your laundry so that you have to start wearing his hoodies, tee shirts, sweats, etc. it just gives him the warm fuzzies, seeing you be so comfortable and cozy in his clothes

– hangs on you a lot on days when there’s nothing to do. he’s pretty idle about it, too, kind of like a character accessory. sometimes you just have to go around the house doing your stuff with this big man hanging off of you because you don’t have the heart to tell him to leave you alone for an hour or two to get your work done

#✩; yours truly #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #dream smp x reader #ted nivison x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich fic #ted nivison fluff #ted nivison headcanons #slimecicle fluff #charlie slimecicle fluff #charlie slimecicle fic #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fluff #chuckle sandwich x reader

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wannab-urs · 6 months

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Title: Crawling Back to You

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: After some particularly awful shit goes down, Javi distances himself from you. But he always comes crawling back.

Tags: Angst, smut, more angst, reference to s2e3 events w Carillo, Javi sleeps with Gabriela (that’s the one from S2E3 y’all), sad!Javi, self hating!Javi, references to blood, wounds, rot, etc, all metaphorical, drinking/alcohol, as always: excessive cursing, me trying to speak spanish (translations provided), arguing, manhandling, dry humping, fingering, oral f receiving, face riding but while lying down, hair pulling, actual riding, Javi very briefly picks you up, that one position from s1e2, unprotected PiV, creampie, Javi crying, Javi yelling, reader yelling, did I mention angst? WC: 2130

A/N: I'm sorry? And thanks to the HBH for beta reading <3

Series Masterlist | Javier Peña Masterlist | Main Masterlist | AO3 | Kofi

Crawling back to you Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do

Javi has avoided you for two weeks now. He got himself involved in some truly fucked up shit with Carillo and couldn’t bear to face you after that. He couldn’t let you see him like that – completely ashamed of himself, broken. He went to Gabriela instead. He knew she wouldn’t ask too many questions, that she would let him take out his anger and helplessness and shame on her.

When he got home that night he still almost called you, just to hear your voice. You calm something inside him, something dark and violent. But it feels like a sin to expose you to it in the first place. He’s terrified of letting you in. Sure, he’s afraid of getting hurt. Afraid of giving his heart to you and possibly watching you crush it in your hands. But what he’s really scared of is letting you get close enough to see the blood in his teeth, to smell the rot in his chest. Afraid his darkness will infect you, ruin the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. He is a bad man and you are so so good. You deserve better than him.

And yet he can’t truly let you go. Just another reason he doesn’t deserve you. He’s selfish enough to keep going back to you, to keep knocking on your apartment door and burying his pain in your body, only to tuck tail and run the second you push him for more. Most selfish of all is how much he wants more with you. Wants to come home to you every day. To cook dinner with you, to share a bed with you, to share his life with you. He wants everything you want and more and he’s terrified and horrified at the prospect.

You haven’t called him. Maybe you finally listened to him. Finally accepted he’s not what you want or need. Do you think about calling him? Maybe after a bottle of wine, listening to your maudlin records and relaxing on your couch. Do you drink yourself into a stupor before you can make that mistake like he does?

He dreams about you, about your body wrapped tightly around his, your nails dragging down his back so sharply it snaps him awake. He finds his whiskey glass turned over and spilled on his couch. His back aches from falling asleep sitting up. He eyes the phone.

Fuck calling.

Javi stares at the brass numbers on your apartment door. What the fuck is he doing here? He just can’t leave well enough alone. He pounds on the door until you answer.

“No.” You slam the door closed.

He bangs on the door again, fist pausing mid-air as the door swings open.

“You can’t just come crawling back to me when you get tired of your whores, Javi.” You look beautiful. Standing in your doorway in one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties. Righteous anger puts a fire in your eyes, gives a hard set to your jaw.

“No es así y tú lo sabes.” (It’s not like that and you know it).” Javi steps closer to you, you don’t step back. “Me haces falta. (I miss you). Let me in.”

“Oh you fucking miss me? It’s been two weeks. Y no llamaste. (and you didn’t call).” You didn’t call him either, but that’s not the point. You didn’t show up at his apartment.

“Sé, lo siento. (I know, I’m sorry).”

“No. No lo eres. Déjame en paz.” (No. You’re not. Leave me alone.).

“No puedo. You know I can’t.” Javi looks defeated, run down. You know he needs you. Despite the advice of everyone you know and your own better judgment, you step aside and let him in. “Gracias, cariño.” And he sounds so relieved, you almost feel bad for keeping him out, for not calling him. Almost.

He closes the door behind him and you stalk off to the kitchen, still not quite ready to face him. You pour yourself a glass of whiskey and shoot it, wincing a little at the burn, before grabbing another glass and pouring one for each of you. You set both on the coffee table and sit on the couch, folding your legs beneath you.

“Why are you here, Javi?” He’d asked himself as much.

He picks his glass up off the table and sits on the couch next to you. You watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “I need you. I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“Start with why you disappeared.”

“Classified.”

“Bullshit.”

Javi sets his glass down and manhandles you into his lap. He crashes his mouth into yours and at first you don’t even respond to his touch, but it doesn’t take long to fall into him. You can’t deny that you’ve been miserable without him. Craving his touch, missing him so much it hurts. He’s like an itch you can never scratch enough to satisfy. A festering wound that won’t ever heal. So you may as well pick at the scab.

Javi pulls your crotch flush with his. He’s already hard against you. You bury your hands in his too-long hair where it curls at the nape and lose yourself in him. You grind down on him and he thrusts up against you, the denim of his jeans and hard line of his cock creating delicious friction even through your panties.

He breaks the kiss, dragging his lips up your jaw, and whispers in your ear, “Can you come for me like this?” You don’t answer him, simply grind down on him harder, faster, nearly rubbing your thighs raw on his jeans. He peels his t-shirt off your body, throws it behind the couch, and immediately sucks a nipple between his plush lips. He bites down and it sends a jolt straight through your core.

“Fuck, Javi. More, baby. More,” you whine. He grabs your hips and drags you along his clothed length hard and fast. You feel your core tighten around nothing, and a keening moan falls from your lips as you come.

You don’t even have time to catch your breath before he’s thrown you onto the couch. He drags your ruined underwear down your legs, tossing them over his shoulder, and buries his face between your thighs. He sucks your clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside you, pumping slowly and rolling your clit gently between his teeth.

You arch up into him, and instead of pinning you down like he often does, he lets you grind your pussy on his face. The hard ridge of his nose, the rough drag of his mustache, the plush softness of his lips, so many different sensations hitting you as his fingers plunge into your cunt, curling into your g-spot over and over. It’s completely and utterly overwhelming. You fist his hair and hold him tight to you as you ride his face, and he moans into your cunt. He fucking loves it when you let go like this, unabashed moans filling the room, probably filling the whole apartment complex.

You fall apart again, like this, hips stuttering to a stop as you squeeze his fingers so hard it almost hurts. Javi peers up at your blissed out face, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, takes in just how beautiful you are. He drags his tongue through your slick one more time before hovering over you and licking into your mouth.

You suck your own slick off his tongue, licking into his mouth as you feel him shove his jeans down enough to free his cock. He pulls back, sits on the couch and drags you into his lap. You straddle him and he helps you line up before grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him.

You collapse forward, the feeling of him inside you is like being split apart and it would probably hurt if you weren’t so wet. He grabs your hair and pulls backward until your back is arched. “Montarme, cariño.” (Ride me, baby). You start moving your hips, slowly picking up in speed until you’re bouncing on his cock so hard and fast you can barely catch your breath.

He hitches your thighs around his waist and wraps his arm around your back, dropping you on the couch. He shoves his jeans down, stepping out of them, and drops one knee to the couch. He pulls you into his lap, wrapping your legs around his hips. You cling to his shoulders with your left arm and drop your other one behind you for leverage, rolling your hips into his. He meets you with his own thrusts, holding your body to his and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He’s so close, you’re so tangled up in each other, he’s so fucking deep inside you, barely even pulling out before rolling back up into you. You fall back onto the couch and he follows, still holding you in his arms as he fucks you. Your orgasm hits you like a wave, rolling over your body and giving you chills as your cunt flutters around his cock.

He comes with you, fully collapsing down onto you. You should feel crushed under his weight, but it’s comforting. He holds you so tightly it’s like he’s afraid to let go of you. Afraid that when this moment is over you’ll kick him out and he’ll be alone again. Afraid this is the last time he’ll ever get to touch you.

You pet his hair gently, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. It’s late. You’re so fucked out you feel high and maybe the whiskey is loosening your tongue a little.

“I don’t understand, Javi. If it feels like this, why won’t you love me? What more could you want from me? What am I missing that you need?” This is going to ruin everything.

Javi pushes up on his elbows to look you in the eye. “Cariño. It’s not you–”

“I swear to God, Javi, if you use that line on me I will burn your apartment down with you in it.”

“You don’t understand. You won’t understand. I’m not good. I’m only going to get you hurt or killed.”

“You already are hurting me, Javi,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him back down to you.

He’s silent for a long time before he half whispers into your shoulder, “I’m just so afraid.” His voice breaks and you feel a tear land on your skin. You stroke his hair, drag your fingers along his heated skin.

“I know you, Javi. I know who you are and I don’t care. I think about you all the time. All the fucking time. I can’t stop thinking about you no matter how hard I fucking try. It’s torture.”

Javi shoves himself away from you, standing and grabbing his jeans off the floor.“That’s my fucking point!” You flinch at his volume. He pulls his jeans on, grabs his boots and crams his feet into them, already heading to the door. He turns around. “I am only ever going to hurt you. I am a bad fucking person. I hurt people on purpose and you are not immune from that just because I care about you or because I love you.”

You stand and try to take his face in your hands but he grabs your arms and holds you away from him. “I’d let you crack open my chest, rib by rib, while I watched if it meant I could have you. If it meant you’d be mine. Stop running away from me! I’m begging you!” You’re sobbing, yelling, pleading with him to just listen.

Javi looks at you, brow furrowed, big brown eyes shiny and bloodshot with tears. He lets go of you and steps away slowly, putting distance between the two of you. His mouth opens as if he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t. He drops his head and closes his eyes, takes a shaky breath, and walks out the door.

He knows he will come crawling back to you, tomorrow or a week from now, he can’t ever stay away. But maybe this time the wound will be too raw. He will have hurt you too much, and you will shut him out. He fucking hates it, hates the thought of being without you, hates the way it feels like he’s clawing out his own organs hurting you like this. But this hurt is so much less than what he would do to you given enough time. This wound will scab over, form an angry scar, he will have left his mark on you. But you will heal.

dividers by @saradika

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 1 month

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Corruption fic - Second Preview

Next preview is here! This is for all the night owls like me! I won't put a warning for this one either but there is one sentence that's very risqué!

You started to bawl as you clung to Lucifer for support. Immediately, he rushed you over to the couch and sat you down next to him, letting you cry into the crook of his neck.

"Hey, hey, shh," Lucifer soothed. "It's alright. Alastor won't bother you anymore, I'll make sure of it."

"It's n-not him," you sniffled, "it's everything! Al-stor's right, there's no savin' me."

Lucifer pulled you away from him, placing a hand under your chin as he looked into your glassy eyes. "Now what makes you say that?"

Another tear rolled down your face. "Is like he said, what I was taught up there…nothing's true! Welllll, except…" you placed your hand over the one holding your face tenderly. "Theeeyyyyy did say that you, Luciferrrr, were heaven's prettiest angel. They def-liny didn't lie about that!"

You noticed a small blush creep across Lucifer's face at your words. He pulled his and away from your face to clear his throat, glancing away from you. "T-Thank you. That's umm, very kind of you."

You chuckled to yourself, scootching your body closer him. "Do you mind if I *hic*, lay down, jus' for a sec. Gettin' sleepy.

"Yeah, of course!" Lucifer smiled, but only for a moment. "W-Wait, hold on!"

But by the time he tried to warn you, your head had already fallen into his lap. You smiled up at the flustered man and chuckled, the heat returning to your face once more. "You got soft legs, hehe!"

Lucifer inhaled sharply. "Husk was right, you really are drunk. Wouldn't you feel more comfortable laying your head on a pillow?"

"Nnnnope!" you replied.

"Alright then," the king breathed and massaged the back of his neck, doing his best to hide how tense he'd become from your sudden closeness.

"H-Hey," you called up to him, "why'd youuu…why'd you protect me jus' now? From Al-stor. You *hic* didn't have to…"

He looked down at you softly, brushing away the hair that had fallen into your face. "I don't like bullies. You didn't deserve that, and Alastor knows that for his sake that he shouldn't get on my bad side."

"Never seen you so mad." you mumbled.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," he apologized, continuing to play with you hair. "I don't like bringing out that side of me. But Alastor really likes to push his luck for some bizarre reason."

"Awww," you pouted, "is too bad. I liked seeing that side of ya. It was HOT!"

Lucifer stopped his movements completely. “I-I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” you responded poking at his chest. “What? Did ya think jus’ cuz I was a believer when I was alive that I’d be SCARED of ya? Maybe at first. Not anymore! I’m already in Hell soooo there’s no point in hidin’ it, is there?”

“Hiding what, exactly?” Lucifer gulped as if he was almost too afraid to ask.

You giggles and hid your face with your hands. “Noooo, you’re jus’ gonna laugh at meeee!”

Lucifer let out an amused hum. He gently took ahold of your wrists and lowered your hands away from your now completely beet-colored face. “I promise I won’t laugh at you, my dear. You’ve very much piqued my curiosity! And I’m very good at keeping secrets, you know! So please, let me keep yours.” He let go of your wrists, letting your hands fall onto your chest. You watched as he leaned closer to you, his half lidded eyes piercing your very soul. “Won’t you tell me, my sweet angel?”

"I…*hic* I umm…" you babbled. It was clear that you were struggling to answer.

"Mind if I take a guess?" Lucifer offered as he went back to playing with your loose locks of hair. "Is it possible that you have a little crush on-"

"I WAN' YOU TO FUCK ME STUPID TILL I CAN'T 'MEMBER MY NAME!" you blurted out without any reservations.

"-me…" Lucifer froze at your confession. You could hear the sound of a pin drop with the deafening silence that now filled the air. With a big inhale, he straightened his back fully, placing both of his hands under you in a flash, not daring to look down at you. "Well, I-I think it's about time we got you to bed!" he nearly shouted as he scooped you up in his arms and stood up faster than normal.

You let out a small squeak of surprise with his sudden motion. With a snap of his fingers, a portal appeared next to you and he quickly carried you across the threshold and into your dimly lit room. With a flick of his wrist, your bedsheets were undone and Lucifer was able to lay you down gently onto your mattress. He reached over you to grab your undone comforter and pulled it on top of you, covering everything but your head.

"Okay! Uhh, s-sleep well!" Lucifer went to run through the portal, but not before you were able to grab his sleeve.

"D-Did I upset you?" you asked nearly on the verge of tears again? Lucifer still hadn't looked at you.

"N-No! No, angel, you didn't upset me!" he tried to sooth you, but you weren't buying it. You couldn't stop more tears running down your face. When Lucifer heard your quiet cries, he finally turned towards you in a state of sheer panic. "Ahh, no!" He kneeled down next to you, wiping your tears away with his free hand. "Please don't cry! I promise I'm not upset!"

"Knew it was stupid…," you sobbed, "shouldn't have told you…"

"Don't say that," the fallen angel cooed. "Okay, okay, look…If uhh, we're admitting things right now, I might as well too. Would that make you feel better?"

You sniffled a bit. "M-Maybe…"

Lucifer shut his eyes and let out a deep sigh. "I've had…similar feelings…about you, that is. So…no more tears, okay?"

You stared at the man before you, completely and utterly baffled by what you had just heard. "R-Really?"

"Yes," he whispered. "But we can talk about this tomorrow, yeah? You need some sleep, it looks like you're about to pass out."

He was right. Your eyelids felt as though they could give out at any moment, and the warmth from your blanket wasn't helping you stay conscious either. As Lucifer stood up, you still clung to his sleeve like your life depended on it. "Stay?" you almost begged.

He smiled weakly, taking your hand from his sleeve and placing a small peck on the back of it. "Not tonight," he responded. "Sleep now, darling. I'll see you when you wake." You couldn't find the strength to respond, letting yourself drift off to sleep as Lucifer left you to dream.

Little did you know that he had disappeared to take a very cold shower.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #preview #my writing #i'm just imagining luci's reaction to reader's confession as that one lisa simpson meme lol #late night preview time!!

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bimobuddy · 4 months

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Feeling Better

Hazbin TK fic

Lee!Alastor, Lers! Husk and Niffty

Everything in this fic is platonic

Soft and caring Husk :]

CW: Alastor in the bath, but everything is covered and nothing NSFW happens, angst as per usual in my fics at this point, mention of blood, mention of scars and past trauma (brief)

Spoilers

Summary: Alastor, while quite the dapper gentlemen, smells like swamp and deer carcass, as that is what his bedroom is. After some back and forth, his companions decide to take it upon themselves to take care of the issue (and take care of him)

Edit: I dont think this was my best work

It was no secret that Alastor wasn't the cleanest person. He turned his bedroom into a swamp to feel more at home, and often left blood stains from his meals on his suit, leaving it to rot and smell.

However, what many people didn't know, is that he also wasn't the best at keeping up with hygiene. Something that only Husk and Niffty knew about him was that he despised bathing. They didn't know why, they just knew that he did.

And they put up with it.. For as long as they could.

As Alastor sat at the bar, Husk found himself scrunching up his nose. To be polite, he made sure no one was listening first, then he turned to his boss, ears down. "Jesus, Al, when's the last time you bathed?" The radio host stared at Husk, trying to intimidate him, but for once, Husk wasn't budging. "I'm serious, Alastor. Not only does it reek, but I'm sure you don't feel good either. Right?"

This caught him off guard. He wasn't used to people other than Charlie showing him genuine concern. His smile remained as normal, but the folding of his ears seemed to give away how he was feeling. "I'll admit it has.. been a while."

Husk nodded and leaned against the counter. "Then maybe you should do something about it?" He asked, raising a brow. The other demon seemed to go quiet. Husk studied him, as if trying to read his mind. "Maybe... We can do something about it then? Niff and I?"

As if summoned by the mere mention of her name, Niffty appeared out of seemingly nowhere, hopping up onto the counter. "You know you can trust us, Alastor! I like cleaning!" She grinned.

"And you know I'm not going to judge or tell anyone." Husk said, looking him in the eye. Alastor thought it over for a moment. Niffty and Husk were two out of a small select group of people he genuinely trusted the most. "Fine." He shrugged, trying to make it appear as if there wasn't a growing sense of unease and anxiety sinking into his stomach.

Husk nodded. "Niffty, why don't you go ahead and go run the bath for Al. Use my room, I don't trust that he even has a tub in his." Niffty gave a quick salute then hopped down from the counter, running off.

Husk turned his attention back to Alastor, lowering his voice. "Is there a reason you don't like bathing, Al?" He asked, catching the demon off guard. "Why Husker, what makes you ask such a silly little-" "Don't think you can fool me, I saw the way you froze earlier. Al, you might own my soul, and you might scare the shit out of me sometimes, but I don't hate you," this surprised Alastor, "I'm only asking so I know how to go about this properly. If there's something about it that bothers you, I don't want to force you into it."

Alastor looked back at Husk for a solid minute, thinking it over. He stood suddenly and started to walk toward the hallway, where Husk's room was, signaling the other to follow, which he did. Once they were alone, Alastor finally spoke.

"What I'm about to tell you does not leave that silly little kitty mouth of yours, understood? If I find out that-" "You have my word, Alastor, you don't have to threaten it out of me." ".....Right. Well- Thank you.. Husk."

It wasn't often that Alastor used his actual name instead of 'Husker,' but when he did, the cat felt a sense of equality between them. No longer 'Owner of Soul and Servant,' but like they knew each other. All the more reason he decided to take this issue seriously, for Alastor.

"While I was alive, let's just say I've been through a lot. In my life, over many years, and many incidents, I acquired many scars. Reminders. Let's just say I do not enjoy them. I hated them, and hated looking at them. I assume that is why fate decided they would stick with me even in the afterlife." There was a moment of silence before Husk replied, "They make you feel vulnerable again. They remind you of those.. incidents.. Don't they?"

Alastor didn't verbally respond, but the glance he gave him confirmed to Husk that he may have been correct about this. Husk nodded. "You can trust us, Al."

As they stepped into Husk's room, they noticed just how much effort Niffty had put into this. She had drawn a bath, filled it with bubbles, already gotten a towel ready, and fresh new clothes for Alastor, folded neatly by the sink. As the Radio Host looked closer, he noticed some of the holes and tears had been mended.

"Wow, Niff, I'm impressed." Husk said, taking his hat off. Another sign that this wasn't between co-workers, but friends. His hair was slicked back as usual, though Alastor hadn't seen it like that since the day he won his soul.

When Husk looked back at Alastor, he noticed the look in his eye, his posture, everything. The look of 'I am trying very hard to be okay with this.'

Husk gave him a slight nod before turning to Niffty. "Why don't we give him some space real quick, alright?" He turned to Alastor. "Go ahead and get yourself ready in the bathroom, we'll be right out here." As he walked past the deer demon, he lowered his voice again, "We won't leave you."

Alastor stepped into the bathroom and shut the door, letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. He did deep down truly appreciate how supportive Husk and Niffty were being, it did help him feel less.. anxious about everything. Though he also no longer felt like an overlord. He felt like a kid again. The constant reassurance, the sudden comfort and concern he was being shown.. It reminded him of his mother. It was hard to describe, but if he had to, he would have said he felt 'weak, but in a way that was okay with him.'

He got himself ready and sat himself in the bath, the heat of the water somehow immediately helping him relax more than he thought it would. He was grateful for the bubbles as well, not only did it cover him, but he wasn't able to see his scars that much.

There was a gentle knock, then Husk's voice. "Al?" Wanting to at least pretend he still had control, he replied, "Enter."

Husk opened the door and before he even got a full step in, Niffty darted in, grabbed Alastor's discarded clothes and then ran back out, fussing about the blood stains under her breath.

"... Alright, well while she goes and does whatever it is she's decided she's going to do, I'll get started, if that's okay with you." Husk said, shutting the door behind him. Alastor nodded. It did feel odd to him to have someone elss in the room, but he reminded himself that he could trust the bartender.

As Husk stepped closer, he did catch a glimpse of a couple scars, littered across his skin. He didn't mention them, instead grabbing a rag nearby that Niffty had left out. "I know you don't like being touched, so I'm warning you beforehand that I'm about to, so you don't kill me. Satan knows Niffty would fuss at you over the mess." He said, trying to lighten the mood a little. Though Alastor didn't laugh, his grin did widen slightly, indicating that it had worked.

Husk dampened the cloth and got started, touching it to Alastor's back. As the radio demon jumped a little and suddenly gripped the sides of the tub, he paused, gave him time to calm back down, and continued. He knew he could have laughed at him, teased him for being such a powerful demon scared of something as small as a bath, but he didn't. He wouldn't. Because he understood. Sure, he was a feared overlord, rivaling with the King of Hell himself, but before that, he was a person.

A person that, surprisingly, he had come to understand and even care about. As Alastor suddenly jolted again, letting out a sudden ring of static, Husk thought it was due to him being anxious again, only to see his shoulders shaking a little bit.

At first, he worried that Alastor either was in pain or had started crying (a thought that really concerned him), but as he looked down, he noticed he had the rag placed on the back of his ribs, and that Alastor was arching away from the touch. Now this was something he could tease him about.

"Ticklish, kid?" He grinned, making a point to wiggle his fingers through the rag, making Alastor do the radio feedback noise again. "I-I'm oholder thahan you, you ahabsolute-" "Yeah but you died younger than I did, I'm more of an adult than you are."

Alastor opened his mouth to argue, but Husk had already slipped the rag under his right arm, wiggling his claws through the thin fabric. The radio demon slammed his arm down, trying hard to keep it together. He shook with contained laughter, his grin wide and wobbly, ears pinned back. He was doing quite well until Husk suddenly skittered his claws along the back of his neck.

He scrunched his nose up and broke, giggling hysterically, reflexively kicking a leg out, causing a bit of water to splash over the side. "Hey," Husk playfully scolded, "Keep it together down there, you know Niffty is gonna chastise you about that later." "My floor!"

Husk and Alastor jumped, the latter accidentally letting out more mic feedback, as both startled at the sudden sound of Niffty. Neither had seen or heard her enter the bathroom. She huffed, hands on her hips. "You boys. Always giving me more work." She shook her head, hopping up on a stool left by the tub so she could reach Alastor.

"I swear she appears whenever her name is mentioned, did you do that when you got her soul?" Husk whispered. Alastor shook his head, his eyes showing he was just as freaked out as Husk was.

Niffty ignored them, filling a cup with water. "Ears," was all the warning she gave before she dumped it over the deer's head, giving him a split second to fold his ears back to protect them from the water. Husk had to bite back a chuckle as Alastor's hair fell into his face, covering his eyes. He almost resembled a grumpy, wet dog. He reached up and pushed his hair from his eyes, looking slightly annoyed, but Husk knew he had all the patience in the world when it came to Niffty. She could get away with anything.

Even when she started to work in the shampoo, scritching behind his ears. Alastor visibly tensed up, his cheeks turning pink (something Husk had never seen him do). The cat grinned at him, leaning on the edge of the tub. "Your ears are ticklish too?" He chuckled.

As muffled, staticky snickers bubbled out of the overlord, Niffty just smiled. "Husk, dont tease him when you're worse." This shut him up quickly, Husk pinning his own ears back grumbling. Alastor would have laughed at him, had he not already been fighting it back so hard.

When Niffty started to gently scritch at the base of his ears, he started to crack more, giggling louder, yet it was clear he was trying to sit still for her. "Pff- Hmph.. M-Mhmhmhmhm- hahahaha nohoho!" His eyes flew open to glare at Husk, who had picked the rag up to start at the other side of his ribs now, under his left arm.

Alastor's ears were flicking from Niffty's tickling, as he gripped Husk's wrist, more just to have something to ground himself rather than to push him away.

Husk gently scrubbed lower down his side, earning higher giggles before Alastor gasped and flinched away. He hadn't been hurt, but Husk knew it more him trying to avoid getting hurt before it actually happened. The slash he had gotten from Adam was still healing. "Relax, Bucky, I'm not gonna hit it." Husk said.

"Don't call me Bu-hahahaha!" He had gotten cut off when Husk simply switched to his other side.

"Ears." Niffty warned before immediately pouring water over his head again. Alastor coughed a little before lifting his bangs again. "Careful, Niff, don't drown him." Husk chuckled, giving him a break to catch his breath.

As Niffty hopped down off the stool, Husk tossed the rag to Alastor for him to get his own legs, making a joke about how 'I know neither of us want me reaching down there.'

Husk took a seat on the stool as Niffty ran back in with a jar. "What's that?" Husk questioned. "Hoof polish!" She grinned. Alastor let a quiet growl escape his throat, though it was more out of embarrassment than anger, making the cat laugh a little. "As funny as that would be Niffty, I don't think we need it. I'm not pampering his spoiled ass more than I have to." She nodded and ran back out of the room.

"I couldn't help but notice," Husk started, "That you didn't try very hard to get away from the ticklin', especially around your ears." He smirked. Alastor just threw a soft glare his way and didnt confirm nor deny anything.

Once Alastor was done, Husk turned his head away and handed him a towel, before leaving the bathroom to leave him to it.

Alone once again, Alastor took a moment to take in just how much better he felt. Not only physically, but mentally. In the past, bathing would drain him of his energy, leaving him mentally exhausted. But this time he felt better than ever. He looked over at his newly mended suit, patched up by Niffty.

She didn't have to do that.. But she did. Because she looked up to Alastor and cared for him. And Husk didn't have to sit with him the entire time and help him. But he did. Because he saw him as a friend.

He got dressed and left the bathroom, meeting Husk again in his bedroom. Husk's ear flicked as he heard the door open, and he looked up at Alastor. "Feeling better?" He asked.

Alastor walked past him, quickly scritching behind the cat's ears as he passed, earning a loud snort as his hand was batted away. "Much." He smiled, and headed back out to the lobby.

It may not have been a verbal 'thank you,' but Husk had gotten the message anyway.

#sfw tickling community #tickle community #tickle fic #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin tickles #lee!alastor #ler!husk #ler!niffty

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xetswan · 11 months

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Youngest Shadow- Crash It

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Today was the day of my 6th Volleyball game out of 14. It’s a Home game.

Every single game has been attended by Jacob, Quil and Embry. Sometimes Sam and Billy. Bella made it to about two. Clearly needing to do her own thing I understood. If I didn’t understand a sport I wouldn’t want to go either.

She makes me sit with her at lunch still, I got kind of close with Angela. She’s cool. She also comes to games but that’s to take pictures, helping with the yearbook committee.

Bella and I walk out of the house together. I see my bike is gone and remembered I had to give it to Jacob for maintenance. Since he offered I was getting it done for free.

It’s also raining so I’m kind of glad I don’t have to choice to ride it. Sometimes the rain drops hurt like a bitch. I lift my hood up, walking behind Bella as we go down the steps. “Great.” She mutters under her breath.

Charlie pulls in with her truck. “Dad I can drive us to school myself.” As we get closer to the bottomed step she slips and falls on her ass. Tripping due to not watching where I was going I go forward.

“You okay, Bells? [Name]?” Charlie climbs out of the truck, helping Bella up and then the both help me. I ripped a new pair of jeans, hissing in pain from my hands I wipe it on my sweater that’s not so new. Luckily I didn’t bleed at all. “Ice doesn’t help the uncoordinated.” Bella frowns at her own joke.

“Clearly.” I groan.

“That’s why I got you new tires.” Charlie points to the red truck. “The other ones were nearly bald.”

“You got me new tires. No one’s ever don’t that before.” Both Charlie and I look at her confused. “I mean… nothing.”

He glances at me, not getting it but he heads to his cruiser.

“I won’t make it to dinner or the game. I’m heading down to Mason County. A security guard at the Grisham Mill got killed by some kind of animal.” He explains to us.

“An animal?” Bella asks, confused.

“You’re not in Phoenix anymore, honey. They’ve been hunting it for a week with no luck. Thought I’d lend a hand.” He puts it simply. “Be careful.” We say in unison.

“Always am.”

“And thank you for the tires.”

I’d thought by now they wouldn’t be so awkward with each other but I am very wrong. The tension is so thick it couldn’t even be cut with a knife.

Change of pov

Rain was still hitting hard. Eric and Bella walk together into Biology. She brushes off her coat as he talks. “And yeah, prom committee is a chick thing, but I gotta cover it for the paper anyway and they need a guy to help choose the music. So I need your playlist.” Eric explains but before the girl can respond Mike comes up behind her. “Come on, Arizone. Give it up for the rain.” He shakes his wet baseball cap onto Bella’s head.

“Terrific.” She walks away, ignoring them to get to her seat.

She freezes once she notices Edward. She straightens her posture, striding to the shared table confidently. Dropping her books in front of him, ready to address him but instead he looks up at her and speaks.

“Hello.”

She stops, automatically stunned. “I didn’t have a chance to introduce myself last week. My name is Edward Cullen.”

She’s too shocked to respond, she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her. “You’re Bella.” He stares, not questioning.

“I’m… yes.” She finally sits, feeling stupid.

He abruptly moves to the edge of his seat away from her. She’s baffled to say the least, smelling her hair as if she stinks.

“Onion root tip cells! That’s what’s on your slides. Separate and label them into the phases of mitosis. The first partners to get it right win the golden onion!” Mr. Molina holds up a gold spray painted onion but disappointed by the little to no reaction.

“Come on people, tick tock.”

Everyone gets to work. Edward pushes the microscope towards Bella, still keeping a distance.

“Ladies first.” She grabs it defensively and snaps the first slide in, adjusting the lens. “You’ve been gone.”

“Out of town. Personal reasons.” He was curt like her, short with his answers.

“Prophase.” She says, going to remove the slide. “May I look?” She slides the scope to him, he looks into it. “Prophase.”

“Like I said.”

He writes it down on the work sheet. He takes a deep breath, turning to her. “Enjoying the rain?”

“Seriously? You’re asking me about the weather?” She seems offended. “It appears.”

“No, unlike my sister I don’t like the cold, or the wet. Or the grey. Or the parkas. Or the turtlenecks.”

There was a small smile that played on his lips.

He actually seemed interested in what she had to say. He studies her like her sister did to him days ago. But she can’t tell if he despises her or not. “What?”

He shakes his head and turns to the microscope, switching out the slides. She continues to stare at him, appreciating his evident beauty. His cheekbones to his lips.

“Anaphase.” She snaps out of her daze to go back to giving a dry look.

“May I?” She mocks him for before, looking into the lens.

“Anaphase.”

“Like I said.”

They change the slide.

“If you hate the cold and rain, why move to the wettest place in the continental U.S.?” He quizzes her.

“It’s complicated.” Simple answer, but he’s intrigued so he pushes.

“I think I can keep up.” She looks at him quickly then looking away back at the scope. He seems to be paying attention very intently.

“My mother remarried.” Another simple response.

“Very complex. So you don’t like him.” A statement, he doesn’t question himself.

“Phil is fine. Young for her but nice enough.” She tells. “Interphase.”

At the end of school she’s still holding the golden onion. She bumps into Edward on accident. “Why didn’t you stay with your mom and step dad? Or your sister?” He waits patiently for her to say something, studying her like before.

“Alright, Phil’s a minor league baseball player, so he travels a lot. My mother stayed home with me and [Name] but it made her unhappy. And my sister has always been a daddy’s girl. So I decided to spend time with my father too.” She explains everything. “But now you’re unhappy.” He states himself again.

“No I… I just.” She turns away, embarrassed.

Back to You

At the end of the day I stood beside Angela and Jessica. Since our game was today I don’t see a point in going all the way home just to come back to the school.

I watch my sister head for her truck, shivering. Once she got there she looked back, making little eye contact with me and then staring at the Cullens. More specifically, Edward? I think that’s his name if I’m remembering correctly.

Their eyes met then there was a loud screech only getting louder by the second. A van skids out of control, heading right for my older sister.

I felt frozen for a second, running over there immediately. The van comes to a complete stop after spinning out. Like something forcefully stopped it. I didn’t see anything as it had happened so fast. The van had only hit the back of the truck, leaving a dent that was definitely noticeable to the eye.

After milliseconds everyone went berserk, roaring into screams of trying to get help, calling 911.

Mike and Eric yell if she’s okay, I watched Edward who was once at his Volvo now leaving the scene. Wanting to ask him what happened I shake my head, pushing the two boys out of my way. “Bells, Bella?!” I cried out, falling down to her level, feeling the pain in my knees from earlier but ignoring it. I took her into my arms as she was obviously in shock.

I ended up driving her and the boy who crashed into her, Tyler a ride to the hospital.

I told him to shut up on our way there. Even sitting in the room as they got checked up on I sat there glaring at him.

Minutes later, Charlie rushes in. “Bells, are you alright?“

“I’m fine dad, calm down.” She assures gun but it’s not enough. “I’m so sorry Bella. I tried to stop.” Tyler apologizes.

“It’s okay Tyler.” Bella tells him and I scoff. “It sure as hell is not okay.” Charlie says, I nod agreeing. “Dad it’s not his fault.”

“We nearly lost you.”

“But you didn’t.” She says, I pull her into a hug since Dad is glaring at Tyler like I once was. “You can kiss your license goodbye.” He sternly tells the boy and I watch his body falter.

I notice Dr. Cullen approach us and if I didn’t know anything I would’ve thought he was a movie star. I didn’t pay Trenton to what they were talking about. I focused on his face, observing him as he talked. Just like I did with his foster kids. Then I heard Tyler apologizing once again, since I was closest I closed the curtain getting a fist bump from my dad.

“It would’ve been a lot worse if Edward hadn’t knocked me out of the way.” Bella says ignoring dad and I’s antics.

“Edward? Your boy?” Charlie asks only to not get a response.

Dr. Cullen adverts his eyes, I watch Bella press. I’m guessing she knew something that was making him uncomfortable. “It was amazing he got to me so fast. He was nowhere near me.”

The blonde man smiles.

“As long as you’re safe.”

We leave the treatment area. “I just have to sign some paperwork. You better call your mom.” He points to Bella.

“You told her?! She’s probably freaking out!” He just shrugs and walks off.

She pulls her phone out and I laugh, earning an eye roll. Then we both look down the hall, hearing an argument. “Stay here.” She orders as if I was so much younger than her. She gets a little closer to whatever was happening.

Not meaning to but the curiosity getting the best of me I do the same thing.

“This isn’t about you. It’s about all of us.” It was Rosalie. I raise an eyebrow but Dr. Cullen definitely saw Bella, taking Rosalie inside his office.

I sit for a moment, but I see Bella talking to Edward so I just walk the other way, pulling out my phone as I felt it vibrating.

It’s Jacob calling, shit.

I answered it quickly. I forgot all about my Volleyball game that’s in… 35 minutes.

“Hello?” I spoke to,

“Hey, where are you? Are you okay? I heard something about an accident with you and Bella?” He freaks out, i why shush him trying to calm him down.

“Hey, everything is fine. No damage was done. Bella was apart if it but no scratches, just a bump on the head. I’m sorry I should’ve called.” I told him, hugging my self with my open arm.

“Oh, I’m glad you’re both okay, I’m glad shes okay.” He sighs like he had just been holding in a long breath.

“Yeah, yeah. Everything is good. I’m just going to keep watch on Bella for a little. Could you let my coach know what happened. I’m sure she knows but y’know?”

“Totally understand, I will let her know. Call me later tonight?” He sounded hopeful and I smile to myself.

“Of course, I’ll call around 9.” I say

“Can’t wait…”

“Knock it off.”

I was going to ask what he meant by that but I hear the other guys in the background and I laugh.

I hung up, not seeing Bella come up to me, she grabbed my shoulder causing me to jump and almost drop my phone.

“Who was that?”

“Jacob. He asked if we were okay since he went to my game as usual. Seeing I wasn’t there freaked him out.” I take a deep breath through my nose.

“I completely forgot about that. We can still make it.” She says in a hurried tone but I shake my head.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play anyway. There’s no point.�� I laugh, putting a hand on her arm.

“I’m sorry.” She frowns.

“No need, you should call mom though.”

She whines to herself, pulling her phone out again.

Charlie walks out and we go outside. I drove the truck home.

Later that night I call Jacob like I told him I would. He tells me about the game since they stayed due to Quil wanting to.

“It would’ve been a better game with you for sure.” He says and I could hear the smile.

“I know, I’m just so amazing.” I brag, playing with my tongue piercing as I hear his laugh.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have boasted your ego.”

“What ego?” I jokingly say.

I look over ti my clock, seeing the time and it was already 11:30.

I was surprised Charlie hadn’t come and told me to go to bed.

“Ah, we should go to bed.” I start to say, I heard a small thump from Bella’s room upstairs and I stood up carefully strutting towards the door.

“[Name]?” Jacob calls, I snap out of whatever trance I was in. Not hearing anything else from Bella’s room so I go back to my bed.

“Sorry I got distracted. Goodnight, Jake.” My voice was a little raspy from being tired.

“Goodnight.” He ends up hanging up the phone and I lay back in my bed.

Thinking about everything that happened today.

Chapter three, unedited.

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1eoness · 1 year

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thanks for replying dear! also what pet names do you think leon would use for a so im so curious i keep thinking on babe and maybe even bunny for some reason ??? lol

HII ANON i have a long weekend and im taking a brief breather from writing today rn but i saw this so why not

other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3

also i'm not sure if ur comfy w nsfw so ill put a seperate sectioning.

cw: just leon and the petnames he uses on gn! reader; with a VERY short nsfw snippet, only 17+ >:(

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other than your name rolling off leon's tongue affectionately? i think leon really really likes calling you names that make you feel cared or adored for :3 but he doesn't really use any uhm.. creative nicknames cus hes a fucking loser. but regardless he has his sentiment to them nd thats what matters hehe

sfw

"oh, sweetheart.." ♡ leon uses 'sweetheart' often when either of you feel vulnerable.

"oh—you okay, baby?" he murmurs before he stifled a laugh, seeing you accidentally hit your head against a pole. ♡ leon uses this in sudden or mild moments

you see leon immediately approach the foyer when he hears you're finally home. "why didn't you call me, my love?" he murmurs lowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, his hands coming to take your raincoat off. ♡ leon uses this as a greeting whenever he misses you or when he knows he'll miss you when you go out.

"...my sweet baby." he coos in a sleepy and inaudible whisper while he cradles your slumbering little head to his heart. ♡ leon mostly uses this when he remembers he has you all to himself! [sometimes it's 'sweet little girl/boy']

or sometimes leon just babbles with your face in his hands, kissing it all over while you activate his cute aggression. "you're always so good to me, bunny.." he murmurs incomprehensively atop the crown of your hair. and if you get all eager or shy u just make him melt!!

v nsfw! v (hehe.. may or may not be a snippet)

"l-leoon! ngghh... hngg..ah!~" you plant your mouth onto the soft fabric, leon's hand on the back of your head keeping you face-down while he pummels into you with reckless abandon.

he moans lowly as he drags his cock further in your clenching little hole, watching your sweetness pour while you cry helplessly into his comforters. "poor bunny, can't even think... uhh.. hmff.. f-fuuck..." leon coos with mock-sympathy, dragging a bellicose groan out of him— he pulls your hair back lightly, a gentle yet controlling grip; like he were pulling on a bunny's ears. he adjusts your hips up again, coercing a high-pitched whine out of you as he thrusts faster into where he knows you're sensitive. he wouldn't give his dumb little bunny the light of day, your blabbering voice now unmuffled and falling satisfactorily to his ears ♡

#leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy hc #leon kennedy smut hc #leon kennedy fluff hc #leon kennedy smut #NOT A LOT OF OPTIONS IM SORRY IM FEELING UNCREATIVE TODAY #re2remake leon #re4remake leon #loen s kennededyyy!!!!

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krypticcafe · 1 year

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Hi! I love your writing sm!!! Could I request how the boys + könig would react to a reader with curly hair? (We’re talking tight, kinky coily curls)

COD:MWII Boys w/a curly-haired partner

rating: PG-13

character(s): GN!Reader, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, John "Soap" McTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, König, Hound

warning(s): none

a/n: aw thank you! And I love this request!! I'm not someone with curly, kinky hair, but I hear a lot about how they're super underrepresented. Even I'm tired of the "brushed his hand through your hair" or the "y/n with a messy bun/straight hair" bc PLEASSEE, my hair is a rat's nest, this would not work 💀 Anyways, I hope I did you justice and lmk if I got anything wrong!!

Gaz

Let's be honest, it's nothing new to him. He's experienced with coily, kinky hair, whether it be himself or his family or a friend.

I actually like to think he experimented with longer hairstyles before cutting it for military.

He gets you the most out of all of them, honestly. Knows exactly what you mean when you need a certain product or talk about maintenance, doesn't belittle you when you get upset over your hair, and helps a lot, too.

He doesn't have to do as much maintenance, so he doesn't use too much product, but sometimes he'll eye yours and make a note to try some for himself.

Since you and Gaz can trust each other, you sometimes have nights where you help style each other, just to spend some quality time.

Also yes, you guys have matching bonnets, it was actually his idea. You guys take so many pics together, too.

Gaz will notice if your hair looks healthier or fresher, and while he always thinks your curls are beautiful, he'll make extra compliments so that you know that he pays attention.

Oh, and if you do something special with it? He's all over you, all like, "What's the special occasion? Or am I just lucky today?"

Price

Your hair was one of the many reasons Price had noticed you so much, particularly because the military didn't really allow room for soldiers to do much with their hair and most have to gel it down if necessary.

When you tell him about the amount of care that goes into it, he starts thinking that his facial hair routine isn't so bad after all.

Once you get together, he starts looking into the product you need to get.

Unfortunately, he will have a bit of a hard time, so it's probably best if you show him the ropes for stuff like oils for protective styles, specific tools you use, etc. Otherwise, he'll be wandering around the aisle for a while. Please.

Sometimes, there'll be days where both of you guys take up the bathroom and go through your routines together, it's a pretty good way for him to learn your process and for you to learn his. There's a mutual respect.

Realistically, I don't think you would let either party take over for each other. At least, not for a long time.

If you put on a real nice outfit and let your natural hair out, oh this man will be on his knees, so use that information wisely.

Soap

Ooo, he's obsessed, I'm telling ya!!

Definitely gets stunned at how much it takes for you to take care of those curls, but not surprised that it's so difficult.

He does kinda wonder how you deal with it if you're someone that's on the battlefield.

You definitely had to tell him off for toying with it once, and he has stopped, but it's taking every inch of him to keep his ADHD ass from mindlessly twirling one between his fingers whenever you guys cuddle. But he isn't gonna do it! Unless you let him, then he loves how the texture feels.

You won't admit it, but sometimes you only let him touch it because of how happy it makes him, and you know he's being as respectful as possible.

He'll always be your #1 hype man too! Loves it when you experiment!!

You've definitely caught him wearing your bonnet multiple times, too.

One time, you decided to tease him by guiding him to help you detangle your hair, and frustration was absolutely worth it.

He got so pouty afterward when he had to give up, but you let him know he did a good job trying.

Ghost

He doesn't mean to be rude but he's definitely like "Can't be that bad."

And then you show him your grocery list.

It is that bad.

He gets frustrated and just buys one of everything, walking out of the store with like a dozen bags. He memorizes the ones you pick so there's that at least.

Don't mind him, he's just a bit blunt because he'll then ask, "Why don't you just cut/gel it?". Just explain it, and he'll respect your choice, though it intimidates him a little.

At one point, you're actually the one that lets him feel your hair, so he knows what it's like. He would never touch it unless invited, he's got too much self-control. People also become too intimidated by him to try to touch your hair too, so that's a plus.

It oddly soothes him, he likes how the texture feels on his fingers and especially when it's softer than usual.

One time, you used your own hand to help guide his through your hair, and oh man, was he flustered. Mans was glitching out for a few seconds.

Roach

He thinks your curls are so cute,

Like he literally can't stop watching you because of how they move when you walk.

On occasions where you let him touch it, you'll find that whenever you both are close to each other and really deep in an activity or conversation, he'll absent-mindedly roll a curl between his fingers.

His hands are good for many things, signing, fighting, and other fun stuff. Styling your hair is included!

One of his favorite things to do is help you find and try new styles with your hair. Roach loves looking up and researching about your hair type and what you can do with it, he finds it all super interesting!

Often buys you clips, beads, or whatever he thinks is pretty so you can try it on!

Loves to kiss your head because of how your hair tickles his face a little. He's been tempted to just bury his face in the back of your neck just to plant a bunch of kisses on more than one occasion.

On days where you put extra care into your curls, he's absolutely showing you off to everyone! He wants others to know how hard you worked to look so damn good!! (Gary says it's a full-time job, really)

König

Expect to find him staring all starstruck a lot.

Like a lot.

When you tell him it's your natural hair, he's surprised, he thought you just did a lot of work to make your curls so coily.

He once asked (very) politely if he could touch your hair, and because he was (extremely) nice about it, you let him.

Only for him to panic when the velcro from his glove got caught and he apologized a dozen times over. Afterwards, he treated you like porcelain, keeping his hands straight at his sides around you and acting like a spooked animal.

It got to a point where you had to confront him and tell him it was an honest mistake, and he didn't have to apologize which made him apologize more.

On the other hand, König enjoys watching you do your hair, just sitting there quietly with the occasional question. Sometimes, he helps comb your hair, but that's the most he'll let himself do since he doesn't want to mess things up.

Really loves how your products smell.

While he thinks you look amazing no matter what, he likes it best when you go natural.

Hound

Knows a lot more than you expected. They aren't well-versed, but they know more than the average person when it comes to the deal with kinky hair.

They'll go out with you on shopping trips and often help you pick out scents, one that you like but one that isn't too sensitive for their nose, it's something you didn't expect them to enjoy so much.

You can trust her to always have stuff on hand for you if you live separately or in different quarters. Oils, creams, custards, moisturizers, a hair pick (all from your fave brands, of course), she's got you.

He surprises you again when you come home one day, way too tired to do your routine, so he offers to do it for you.

If this was a test, they passed!! They even knew how to brush your hair the right way not to damage it and had already refilled some of your stock.

After that, you often find him helping on wash days when you're far too exhausted, as his way of pampering you. His favorite thing is doing your edges.

Her scary dog privileges also help ward off weirdos trying to touch your hair, and much like Soap, she hypes you up regardless if it's a frizzy day or a special occasion.

Expect them to be mildly addicted to the way your hair smells, it's literally one of their comforts because of how much it reminds them of you.

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milaisreading · 9 months

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what if crossdresser! reader got her period while in blue lock!! 😱

Maybe either during first selection or time around pre U-20 match??

🌱🩷: Heavy projection here with my own period. Thanks for the request 🩷

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. In the story the boys will be using he/him when addressing Yn. Requests for this series are open.

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

Masterlist to this series

Karasu prides himself as someone who is very observant and keen about his surroundings, so when he saw his roommate, and teammate, curled up in her bed with a pained look on her face, he knew something must have happened.

The morning had started off as any other, (Y/n) had woken up first and took a shower while Karasu was trying to wake himself up, and after that, he did his morning routine. The duo went to eat breakfast after that, and (Y/n) decided to join (got dragged to) Yukimiya, Otoya, and Karasu's table. Neither of the 3 boys noticed at that time that something was off with (Y/n), neither noticed the slight frown on her face, the wincing when she would sneeze, or how she would clutch her stomach at some points.

Alarm bells only started to ring in the trio as (Y/n) declined the offer of practicing with them and even refused to eat some of the food Yukimiya offered her. The boys decided to say nothing back then, thinking it was just an off day.

"Everyone has those." Otoya tried to reason as the trio watched (Y/n) walk out of the dining hall and to look for Anri.

"Wonder why he needs to talk with Teieri-san. He barely seeks her or even Ego-san out." Karasu narrowed his eyes, but decided not to say anything for now. For the rest of the day the trio just practiced and would give vague answers to anyone who would ask about (Y/n) or where she was.

Karasu did think he was at ease when he returned to his room, only to go into full blown panic when he saw (Y/n) om her bed, curled up, and a few tears sliding down her face.

"What happened?! Did someone say something to you?!" Karasu asked, running up to her bed.

"W-what? No... it's nothing, I am just-" She groaned and immediately jumped up, running into the bathroom and locking it right after. Karasu watched in panic as it all happened, and he grew even more anxious as he heard (Y/n) throwing up. Wasting no time, the boy ran out of the room to look for Yukimiya and Otoya.

'Maybe they could help!' He thought as he looked for their room.

So, in short, that's what got Karasu and the other two in this position. Watching as their teammate was curled up on her bed and ignoring the rest.

"I know what might help!" Otoya suddenly exclaimed as the other two looked at him in suspicion.

"And that would be?" Yukimiya raised an eyebrow.

"Cuddling! Come here, (Y/n)-"

"No!" Karasu and Yukimiya glared at Otoya, who pouted as the two jumped between the bed and him.

"Can you three keep it quiet, please?" (Y/n) questioned as she put the covers over her head, causing the trio to look at her in sympathy.

"Are you doing ok? Do you need something? Food?" Karasu started.

"Medicine? Do you want me to bring you one of my pillows?" Yukimiya added in.

"My love?-"

"Otoya, shut up!" The two glared, then looked back at (Y/n).

"I just don't feel well right now. Don't worry too much." She winced again. The three boys watched her silently for a moment, then jumped up as (Y/n) got out of the bed and ran to the bathroom again. Yukimiya and Karasu quickly ran after her, only to witness their teammate throwing up again.

"Otoya! Get Ego-san or Teieri-san!" Karasu yelled as he went over to her, and Yukimiya ran out to get some water bottles.

"Teieri-san, (Y/n) is dying!"

"Can you stop being dramatic?!" Karasu yelled as Otoya ran out, then went back to holding (Y/n)'s hair back.

'I hate periods...' She thought.

Anri sweat dropped as Otoya explained the situation to her, while Ego held back a laughter.

"Why are you laughing?! Someone is dying!" Otoya yelled at Ego as Anri tried to calm him down.

"Don't worry, Otoya. (Y/n) is fine, just a little... sick. I will be right there with the medicine."

"You already know what's going on?" Otoya asked the woman, who simply nodded her head.

"Yeah, (Y/n) already came to me this morning to tell us why he can't practice tomorrow."

After a few days, (Y/n) finally recovered from her period crambs and was able to play normally again... or as far as she could.

"Karasu, why are you staring at me?" She wondered, a little unnerved at his stare.

'Did he figure out I am a girl?!'

"Just making sure you don't get injured." The boy said, moving a little closer to her form.

"What? From what will I be injured?"

"Hey, (Y/n), how are you doing today?" Otoya asked as him and Yukimiya approached the duo.

"I am fine. Still a little nauseous, but fine-"

"Well, that's a perfect call for you to sit down and have some water." Yukimiya interrupted her, dragging her to the nearby bench.

"What? No, I am fine-"

"We can't have you dying like a few days ago. Just sit down and relax." Otoya interrupted her as Karasu went to get a water bottle.

"Dying?!" She questioned.

"Hush! Too much stress won't be good for you." (Y/n) blinked a few times as question marks surrounded her head.

'Why do they think I am dying?'

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #karasu tabito #yukimiya kenyu #otoya eita #crossdressing #blue lock requests #karasu tabito x reader #yukimiya x reader #otoya eita x reader

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thefuseoftemptation · 4 months

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Your characterization of Finnick is so on point! Was wondering if you had any thoughts about Modern!Finnick? If you don’t, I always thought something about Finnick and a medic in district 13 could be cool ⭐️

finnick odair x fem!reader/ finnick odair x medic!reader

warning(s): fluff. NOT PROOFREAD.

a/n: I went w the medic!reader. thanks for the request!

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You were one of the medics that tended to Katniss.

He’d see you whenever he went by to see her, never speaking to you much other than the short nod he’d give before you left. And it’d be the same thing, over and over. He’d come by, see Katniss, nod your way, and that’d be it. You never once returned any of it. And Finnick wasn’t sure if it was because you were just trying to get through with your work and get out of there to spare any acknowledgement his way, which wouldn’t take much, but who was he to tell you that, or if that was just the way you were. But it got to him.

Finnick wasn’t sure why, but it did.

He even tried offering a few words at times, to the other medics too. They answered him, they acknowledged him, you did not. So, it was just you.

“Finnick.” Katniss would say, trying to keep him from trying anything further. Her eyes on the back of his head as he watched you leave, before turning to her and the other medic, who was still in the room. "Isn't she something?" That got nothing either.

Again, it went on and on. At least until Katniss was released.

He had really no reason to be in the medical ward from then on unless he needed medical attention.

He was in no such state. Either way, his friend’s leave didn’t stop him from going by.

By now, his attempts to get you to look his way or just answer him weren’t even to be civilized, but rather because he took a liking to your dismissive self. Katniss said he was bordering on desperate with how much he was there trying to get you to give him the time, he just dismissed her. No such thing.

He didn’t even know your name, your last only because that’s what he heard someone else address you by, but that’s it.

—

You were prepping one of the rooms when he came by, again.

A sheet in hand as you folded it with your back towards him. He’d come up from behind to assist you, but because you hadn’t heard him and he hadn’t said a word, the movement startled you. The feeling of his breath on your shoulder was the last thing you expected to feel in a room you thought you were by yourself in. It had you pulling away suddenly, gasping at the contact, only to look at who it was and sigh.

Your hand at your chest as you shook your head, Finnick grinned, his own hands up as if to show he meant no intent.

As if.

He knew what he was doing.

“My apologies–,” were his words. His face said otherwise. That grin said otherwise. “Y/L/N.”

You offered him a short nod, lips pursed before continuing what you’d been doing. He’d been referring to you by your last name for a while, ever since one of the other medics called to you asking for your hand with something. Finnick had been in earshot and you just never told him anything for it. So, here you were.

You guys had been folding without a word. Though that was more so on your part. Finnick was adamant on getting something out of you. To your thoughts. Which wasn’t off because that's what he’d been going for all this time, though the other part was because he couldn’t not speak around you.

“—so you then take the other side of the rope, put it through the hole, and pull– I’ll show you sometime.” You hadn’t listened to a single thing he said, only getting some, but you nodded, nonetheless.

The sheets were folded with you guys standing there. Finnick still held that grin on his face as he looked at you, while you simply stared. Your brow lifted as your arms fell to your side, a sigh releasing through your nose. There was nothing left for you to tend to, for now at least, so you went to leave.

Your steps forward bring you to have to sidestep him, but in your attempt to avoid him, he seemed to have the same thought in getting out of your way.

It went on for a little. The two of you trying to sidestep each other.

“We can’t keep meeting like this.” He voiced, when he ended up in front of you again. The victor obviously found his joke and your guy’s situation something to chuckle about. You had to suppress your own, your lips pressing further into each other before you were clearing your throat.

“Mr. Odair.” You announced.

It was the first time you spoke to him, the first thing you ever said, and the suddenness of it had Finnick at a stand still. The lack of response from him gave you the opportunity to finally step around him and leave without any further words.

He finally got something out of you. And it wouldn’t be the last.

—

The next time Finnick saw you was at the canteen. It’d been new since every other time before was when you were in the ward.

You were sitting by yourself towards the back, utensil in hand as you moved it around, looking at what was lying in front of you on the table. Your head rises to look around, turning, to see people seated in their designated spots for the remaining time, and lingering on him when you saw him approaching.

Finnick took a seat, not once looking to your eyes that he knew were on him. There was no speaking other than the short nod he gave when you first saw him sit down. It took everything in him to not say a thing much less stare at you when that’s all he liked doing.

It made you chuckle. Your head shaking as you voiced yourself. “You just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

It made him choke on his water, and if it weren’t for your tone, he would’ve assumed you were insinuating about his slight infatuation with you. It was like the one he had when you guys were folding the sheets, the one he had joked with. All said with a stretch of your lips upward.

“I don’t know what you’re referring at-”

You tell him your name. Not wanting him to refer to you by your last which you knew he had been intending to do. You never liked it. Even in the workplace, it just wasn’t something you liked hearing.

“It’s Y/N.”

Finnick repeated it, more to himself than back to you. It was very you. He liked it. Like the way it fell from his lips. It was then he told you his. Though he was sure you knew it, he still gave it to you.

“You can stop calling me Mr. Odair.”

Finnick.

You nodded nonetheless, a grin still on your face as you thought back to your use of it. Finnick thought it was a sight to see, knowing where you guys started off as. He couldn’t wait to see more.

“So, about you showing me how to knot?”

Finnick couldn’t wait.

—

#finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair x fem!reader #finnick odair hcs #finnick odair headcanon #finnick odair blurb #finnick odair one shot #thg finnick

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gepardling · 11 months

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what about a shy!reader confessing to gepard and him being so surprised he’s at a lost for words

unspoken heart w/ gepard.

desc. : dis is 1 day overdue bc i was 2 busy playing league w/ friends :(( aphelios has my whole heart... but here it is <3 i erm hope i did dis 1 some justice, my mind ran away w/ me when i started writing o.o i feel like every1 has their own perception of shyness, and as some1 who considers themselves pretty shy in a romantic aspect, i had 2 lay it bare... ( wc : 1.3k )

tags / cw : sfw, just fluff, gn!reader, reader is a shopkeeper, not proofread

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards wasn't one for frivolous pursuits. That being said, they never seemed to come his way either. It was a double-edged sword – And yes, it did hurt. To put it simply, Gepard wanted to have his cake and eat it too. Yet, as long as he never expressed genuine interest in a person (vice versa), he wouldn't budge.

There was, of course, one individual in particular who had grasped the attention of the Captain. It was nothing major, really, just another shopkeeper around Belobog. At most, he found himself stealing glances at you every now and again when he passed by your shop, whether on patrol or off duty. But staying 100% "cool" was something you couldn't quite manage.

The first few times it happened, you thought you were under investigation for tax evasion or something equally crazy. The moment you caught his eye, he would turn away and continue walking, and it was weird. Yeah, he was pretty weird. But he was also just... pretty. It was kind of embarrassing to think how easily you had fallen for the quiet silvermane guard. Each time those intrusive thoughts wandered into your mind, you had to savagely fight off the crimson blush that crept up your neck.

It only made matters worse when he started visiting your shop, actually entering and purchasing an item. You nearly jumped out of your skin when the little bell by the door chimed, revealing the looming silhouette of Captain Gepard himself. His aura was intimidating up close, his steeled gaze seemingly piercing straight through you. It made a lump rise to your throat each time you had to greet him...

Normally, you'd never have a problem working with customers. You would greet them, help them with their orders, take their payment, and thank them. You didn't really need to have any social skills for that; it was just standard workplace protocol. But for some reason, Gepard made it increasingly difficult for you to just be natural at work. You would stutter when you greeted him, almost drop the Shield he gave you as payment, and hide behind the counter for a quick moment to compose yourself every time he left.

It was frustrating, almost infuriating, how your emotions got the better of you whenever he was around. In fact, one day you were beyond embarrassed when he actually tried to have a conversation with you. It didn't help that midway through, he asked if you were feeling unwell because of how red your face was becoming, even encouraging you to go home and get well soon. He was none the wiser about your true feelings, of course, which made you feel both relieved and anxious.

Over time, you came to realize that you must be attracted to him, which didn't do your mental state any good. It completely shattered your resolve each time you saw him from that point onwards. Your hands would shake ever so slightly, and you could barely conceal the tremble in your voice whenever you spoke to him. Though you appreciated the lingering conversations that grew longer with time. It was safe to say that you had grown accustomed to seeing the Captain’s face every day.

Yet, while you were comfortable with the way things are now, people tend to stagnate if they keep doing the same things all the time. The worry that Gepard would grow distant again before you even had the guts to tell him how you felt gnawed at your heart, and the whole situation made you feel anxious, to say the least. The feeling only worsened when he started visiting less and less, and the confidence you'd somehow managed to build up in your comfort zone dissipated before you.

The rollercoaster of emotions had you feeling a little silly about your seemingly one-sided infatuation with him, and your own reluctance to confront him with your feelings merely heightened your awkwardness. The harder you fell, the more absentminded you seemed to become as a coping mechanism for the crippling shyness that threatened to envelop your being. But your own absentmindedness was about to bite you on the arse the very next time you met with Gepard at the shopfront.

While you were ringing up his goods, Gepard started a light conversation. It was nothing serious, just some basic how-are-you banter between acquaintances. He told you a bit about the situation on the frontlines and how busy it had gotten lately with a spike in fragmentum activity.

"You know," your voice trailed off, gaze fixated on the Shield you were counting in your palm. "You should take care of yourself out there, I miss seeing you here." As soon as the words left your mouth, you froze up entirely. The heat in your cheeks rose exponentially fast once you realized Gepard’s own wide-eyed expression. Overwhelmed by the accidental confession that slipped past your lips, you found yourself stumbling over your words, desperately trying to salvage the situation. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, a torrent of thoughts racing through your mind.

How could you have been so careless? The fear of rejection loomed over you, and you wished for nothing more than to disappear into thin air. Gepard's stunned expression mirrored your own internal turmoil. His usually composed demeanor faltered for a moment as he searched for a response. The silence hung heavy in the air, and the weight of your confession seemed to press down upon you, suffocating any semblance of composure you had left.

As you fumbled to correct yourself, the words tumbled out in a jumble of awkward phrases and incoherent ramblings. Your mind raced, desperately trying to find an escape from the overwhelming embarrassment that had engulfed you. But there was no way to take back what had been said, no way to erase the vulnerability you had just laid bare. Gepard's silence wasn't doing you any good either, and you were just about to excuse yourself before you melted into a puddle on the ground.

Gepard's eyes softened, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. His hand reached out, lightly brushing against yours as he accepted the change you had hastily pushed into his palm. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity through your veins, momentarily distracting you from your own embarrassment.

"It's alright," he said, his voice a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. "I appreciate your concern, and I've missed seeing you too." His words were laced with a tenderness that sent your heart aflutter, a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of the moment. You stood behind the counter, heart still racing as you attempted to come to terms with what just happened. You blinked several times, but Gepard remained standing in front of you, confirming that he was in fact not a hallucination.

"I- uhm… I mean- No, err… Thank you for supporting us!" you rambled on, "Our shop, I mean, not us like, people, that would be silly…" All the while your eyes desperately searched the room. Your nervous laughter chimed through the shop, and by this point you've caught quite a few people's attention. Gepard's chuckle joined yours, and the tension in the air slowly dissipated. His easy smile and the twinkle in his eyes reassured you that the momentary awkwardness was nothing more than a shared experience, a humorous twist.

"Don't worry, I understand what you meant," he said, his voice warm and gentle. "And I appreciate your gratitude." His gaze swept across the shop, and a wave of embarrassment washed over you, realizing that your accidental confession had not gone unnoticed by the other patrons.

Blushing furiously, you offered a sheepish smile to those around you, feeling their curious gazes upon you. This truly was a spectacle to behold, and you were sure to answer some questions regarding your behavior later. Suffice to say, this sudden turn of events was enough to leave you red faced for days on end…

#gepard fluff #gepard x reader #gepard x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #gepard hsr #gepard landau #♥︎ | milky writes #♥︎ | request

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skulls-soul · 6 months

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~ ⚠️Luigi breaks☣️ ~

these are just a couple of seeds to it idea of a version of Luigi that becomes a villain (attended but is optional), because I love the idea of Luigi becoming a villain, but I want to reason of him being villain to be probable

And of course, my little hopeless, romantic heart is gone make it bowuigi/Booigi related

C/W bad boy luigi, Mario is hurt, I think this is Angsty? Emotional break. And maybe more idk

Ok now that that’s out the way injoy :3

in general, how it basically all starts is that Luigi was only ever appreciated by Mario and didn’t have that much of an emotional support group. Daisy was constantly traveling Dr. E.Gadd dealt with ghosts and isn’t really the type for emotions most of the time while peach, she mainly focused on Mario

So, when Mario gets extremely hurt and hospitalized, (or even loses his life) due to all of the hero work that was being pushed onto him Luigi suddenly finds the same hero work starts stacking on his plate of responsibilities

Like, if no one learned their lesson

Bowuigi~

When Bowser next attacks the mushroom kingdom

The toads only concern was getting Enough time in where princess peach can run away finding a safe spot for her and Mario

So the toads put Luigi into one of peaches spare dresses and metaphorically, but also quite literally threw him to the wolves

Luigi tried to tell Bowser that he got the wrong person but he was to busy reviling in his victory to notice

By the time bowser finally took notice he was furious and would’ve gone on a rampage if it wasn’t for how empty Luigi looked

Bowser poking and prodding at him ask him what’s wrong with him and if he’s gonna puke

But their was nothing

not a single responds

Not a single retaliation when he was put into his Bird like cage

Only eating half of his meals

He’s only spoken a few words to the guards, and even then it was only thank you’s and sorry’s for not finishing his food

After a week of nothing not even a single report of a guard coming back with injuries bowser finally goes to talk to Luigi

And the answer that he finds is bone chilling

Luigi goes on to tell him the toads half ass plan as well as why they did it

Luigi after a week of having this, all bottled up, starts to scream and rage and heartbreak

When Luigi is done, he was shocked to see the sympathy on Bowser’s face and is even more shocked when he is moved to a spare room instead of back to his cage

Bowser, on the other hand is shocked, as well as appalled by the behavior of the mushroom kingdom

Ever since adopting the Koopalings and having junior family has been the upmost importance, so he understands the heartache that Luigi must be going through he doesn’t understand is how a hero can be so alone

Either way the Italian man clearly is in no state to be a threat and no one is coming for him, so there is no point in keeping him in the cage

bowser finds himself checking up on Luigi frequently as well as keeping the poor plumber updates a Mushroom Kingdom until at some point he asks for the updates to stop “ they never cared about me, so why should I care about them especially what they did to Mario”

Thankfully, with time and a certain little Bowser, Junior Luigi gained a little bit of his spunk back, but not without some poison

Luigi doesn’t want to go for lives, but he does want to ruin them

Let’s see if they ignore him now, when he helps Bowser take as much as they have token from him and more

Bowser is shocked, but more than delighted to have a new partner in crime (and a bit more with time)

Booigi~

Luigi never really liked ghosts, but when the probability of his brother going to the other side started to look sooner rather than later he went to Dr. E.Gadd for help

But the doctor is not good with death, with the dead? yes, but with the death not so much

And he has a habit of getting engulfed into his work, so when Luigi came to him while he was in the middle of working on the poltergeist, he didn’t notice Luigi’s desperation, his fear, his heartache,his anger…

His exhaustion

No… the doctor was too focused on his stupid machines to give him a single moment

Luigi has been working day in and day out to find a way to help his brother while also trying to fill in his shoes

He always wanted to be just like his brother

A hero

And in every form of the definition he is, he was just never recognized as such

Crazy how people change when you’re the only option left

Him and his brother needed to help anyone and everyone

yet when he was the one who was reaching for a hand he was left in the air

So he’s not all that sorry when that hand finds its place on the release hatch to the ghosts in containment

one by one he lets every ghost that he’s ever caught free till he finds himself in front of king boo’s containment cell

King boo was shocked which says a lot sense he’s the king of all ghost’s and boo’s

But there was no other way to put it

He’s been hearing the alarm system go on for the past 32 minutes

And when he finally finds out what’s happening, it’s only to see Luigi‘s release the others.. erasing all of his hard work

This is odd

for the many years the king boo has been fighting him for the many years that king boo has been (upsettingly) pining over him never once did Luigi seem to be the type of person to do something like this

Well, not entirely he’s a very forgiving person, but something is off. he’s not releasing everyone out of forgiveness or for a new leaf no…theirs something else

When Luigi finally drags not step, drags his feet over to his prison cell KB noticed something.

He looked…

Tired

just utterly exhausted

And even though his face lacks emotion, he can tell with the slight redness around his eyes that he’s been crying and can tell by the messiness of his hair that has been stressed

king boo, changes himself into his human form in hopes to take away some of that stress after all in this form he’s a bit more vulnerable since some of his magic is now being used to keep its shape and luigi know that he which made king boo happy as he saw the tenseness of his shoulders, fade slightly, not all of it was gone, but it was better than before

After a moment of just looking at each other, king boo steps up and placed a hand on the door he mentions how exhausted Luigi looks and for a split moment his face showed a hint of surprise.

But it quickly fleeted as king boos words were pushed to the side for the plumber, to ask a favor

“don’t go after E. Gadd I want him to live with the consequences”

a shiver of excitement goes down K.B’s spine at the cruel words it is quickly snuffed out by concern when Luigi doesn’t even wait for a response instead, he just opens the door and steps to the side

Walking out KB notices all of the other doors left, wide-open, and empty frames scattered about

King boo askes, if he’s the last one, only to receive a nod from the other occupant in the room

“Good”

Luigi doesn’t put up a fight when he gets picked up by king boo, he doesn’t even let out a squeak. after all, he figured this might happen since he’s sure that king boo still wants him in a painting, yet Luigi still just doesn’t have the energy to stop it from happening

he finds that he didn’t need to

no, instead for the next few days king boo has kept a careful watch on him, aswell as some odd ghosts and regular boo’s seeing if he needs anything like food, water, blankets?

All the while king boo kept poking around for answers on why he did what he did and what was going on to make his usually perfect green personality so blue

And so at some point, he breaks, hiccuping and sobbing as he explained to the king all that happened, and all that has burdened him

Pain covered him entirely but His sorrow soon stepped aside as his rage took centerstage. king boo’s heart ached as he saw Luigi falling apart but when a sinister more vile look was placed upon his features Curiosity was mixed into the emotions that KB had

Luigi was tired of being the underdog and ignored. He never needed to be centerstage, but he has a plan to make sure that everyone knows how badly they fucked up.

And king boo was more than willing to lend a helping hand

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badchoicesworld · 11 months

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Helloo! Would you be willing to write a Hobie x Spider!reader, gender neutral? Maybe there's a big fight or something, and Hobie just adoringly watches his s/o take down villains before joining in? Up to you, just spewing the thought! Feel free to ignore this, have a nice rest of your day!

hobie admires your fighting spirit

RAAHH thank you, hope your day is going well too :] hope this met your standards !

established relationship ❤️‍🔥

warnings: none

hobie brown x gn!reader

requests: open ! pleasepleasepleaseplea

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so this can be interpreted however you like, maybe miguel sent you two out on a mission or you two are just out doing spidey-things when you come across some baddies that need a beat down

doesn’t matter how you got there, you and hobie are now choreographing a smack down with a bunch of scallywags

he’ll take the ones on that side, you’ll take the ones over there- easy peasy lemon squeezy, yeah ?

anyway, bing bang boom commences and despite being a little distance apart now, you’re still calling out to each other and probably discussing dinner over each wallop

i imagine hobie has the throatiest laughs for no damn reason so you’re occasionally hearing that from a distance whenever someone cracks a zinger or smthn

Hobie finishes his little dance w the baddies first and now his guitar needs retuning, but it means he gets front row seats to your own fight (tried so hard to think of a better word for fight that i haven’t already used)

mans is so enthralled by you when he swings over

can either be found sitting on the top of a car a short distance away or leaning on some kind of surface while he lets you go ape on these guys

is hiding the most snarky grin but loving eyes behind that mask

watching you swing from place to place, forcing your fist down on someone’s skull before using your enhanced agility to drive your elbow into the next guy- he’d never say it out loud but he’s absolutely entranced by all this

seeing you being all independent and protecting yourself, fighting so well and in such a fluent way, spider-people don’t feel real sometimes with what they can achieve

he’s so smitten by you. watching to be funny turns into this silent adoration while he watches you in your element

labels are restricting but there’s also no other way for him to put into words how he feels about you, so he’s just fucking glad he can call you his partner

if you catch him just watching by the sidelines and ask/demand for his help, it’ll snap him out of his trance

he’ll insist you’ve got it

lifts those lanky ass hands up all defensively and is like “Nah, love, you’ve got it!” you can hear his grin.

his body kinda drapes over whatever his been leaning on the whole time while watching you, he’s just so chill

keeps watching for just a liittle bit longer before swinging in to save the day, he’d never actually deprive his partner of his support

is absolutely cheeky abt it though, saying things like “ay, what can i say? i’m just that good.” “you really can’t live without me,” “no worries love, i’ve got you.”

2vswhatever-the-fuck seems about fair, so you finish the job a lot quicker together, but you did a number on the guys you did take out

if you’re feeling a little insecure by needing his help, hobie’s on it

“nah. you did good, love.” while slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you into one of those side hugs

probably nudging where his lips would be under his mask against the top of your head before swinging off, proposing a race while he has a head start

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ug so sorry this is kinda short

#across the spiderverse #headcanon #imagine #oneshot #spider man: across the spider verse #ask #hobie brown x reader #astv hobie #hobie brown #hobie brown x gn!reader #gender netural #gender neutral reader #hobie x reader #hobie x you #hobie x gn!reader #hobie x gender neutral reader #hobie x y/n

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 6 months

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A/N ::: My hissy fit has subsided. I still haven't read through this but it was spell checked. Mostly.

C/W ::: ChubbyF!reader, 2.3 seconds of voyeurism, oral sex M > F, P >V (unprotected because why not and don't @ me either, please. This is all fiction.), sick humor.

PART II

Part I SFW ::: Dating THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo

NSFW date with THE fucking Katsuki Bakugo

The two of you started to run back to his Jeep. About halfway there he slipped on the wood walk and fell flat on his ass in one of the biggest puddles you've ever seen. You stopped running as soon as you heard him swearing endlessly. Though you didn't see it happen, you can imagine how he went down.

You helped him up and he struggled along for just a little while. His butt hurt from landing directly on the tailbone but he was able to still make it the rest of the way without much trouble.

Despite the torrential downpour, again, he opened your door first. Somehow getting even more soaked. While you tried your best to be dainty and climb in gracefully, you ended up slipping on the floor mat and nearly bashing your face on the dashboard. He was ever patient with you, though he did chuckle at the shit that went wrong, all brought on by the storm.

Once he opened up his door and got inside, he was breathing almost harder than you were. And he was the hero in great shape. It never would have occurred to you that he was breathing heavily from the kiss. His breathing had nothing to do with running full steam ahead to his parked car.

Sitting there in stunned silence as the engine warmed up and the windows defogged, you noticed the hair on his head lay flat as it dripped down onto his saturated shirt. Your mascara ran down your face. Lipstick was smeared on your faces.

Both of you started to talk at the same time. That went on for a few seconds while you each insisted that the other can speak up first. Finally, you reached over and put your soft little hand over his mouth so you could say something.

"Thank you for today, Katsuki. I - I had a really ... a really nice time." You smiled sweetly and shyly at him. Blinking your eyes exaggeratedly. Partially because the make-up that was running down into them burned like hell and because you had to keep reminding yourself this was real. You weren't dreaming of being out with him.

He lifted his hand to yours and pulled it down slowly, letting it rest in his lap. "You don't wanna call it a day? Do ya?" He didn't look disappointed so much as he looked like he couldn't believe you were tapping out so early. That snarl sat on the corner of his lips. Just begging to be softened out.

It was still early in the evening and you couldn't come up with a good enough reason that you two should split ways. You would spend the whole weekend with him if that were possible. But today was his only day off for a while and he was kind enough to spend it with you.

"I mean," you started. "It is still fairly early. Do you want to drop me off and we can push pause while we're getting dry and changing clothes?" I'd be happy to meet you anywhere, I'll drive to you. Anywhere." You kicked yourself for making it a point to say that you'd go anywhere for him. Twice. But he didn't seem too fazed by it. If anything, it seemed to have made him smile.

"You got an extra bathrobe and a dryer? I'm cool coming back to your pl- oh! Shit, I mean, if you're ok with that. Didn't mean to be presumptuous there. Sorry, shit. Sorry." He scratched the stubble that was already growing in his face.

How was it, everything he did made you want to kiss him. You never wanted to breathe again if it meant your lips could be connected to his for the rest of your life.

"N-no! I - I'd really like that. Katsuki?"

"Mmm?" He grumbled as he forced his hair back from his face. "Goddamn hair. What's that, y/n?"

"I might have some sweats that'll fit you, that's all. Let's go back to my place and figure it out."

He put the car in gear and drove through the lessening rain to your place. Bonus points because he didn't need directions to get back there.

20 minutes or so later, you were unlocking your door and quickly surveying the area for anything that may have been accidentally left out. Nothing stood out to you so you were able to relax a little.

"Do you want anything? Besides dry clothes and a towel for that ..." you gestured around your head and pointed at him. "You can go ahead and change in the bathroom. There's a robe on the back of the door. I'll be in my room changing and grabbing you whatever I can find. Unless you want the robe until your clothes are dry? Washer and dryer are in the garage. I'll take your stuff out there for you. Just sit it in the hallway outside of the bathroom door."

He stood there, a little bit like someone who didn't know what to do first. So you turned on the bathroom light for him and told him to go ahead. You wandered down the hall to your room and began peeling your stuck clothes from your cold body.

"You can turn the heat on if you want. I know I'm freezing. Thermostat is to the left of the TV. Just push the mode button twice and it should kick on. Thank you!" You hollered.

He stood in the doorway of the bathroom mesmerized by you. The door had fallen open just a few inches after you thought you'd kicked it so that it at least met with the jam.

Watching you unbutton the front of your dress was a slow torture for him. You seemed to be in no hurry when slipping it from your shoulders. Standing there in your poorly lit room, there was no way he could tear his eyes from your body and how it perfectly filled out the light green lingerie you were wearing.

Katsuki started to reach for the doorknob but misjudged how close his hand was and ended up hitting it with his knuckles. You threw your arms over your body as best you could, but they could only cover so much with how exposed you are.

"Gah! You ... *aheh* you scared the hell out of me. I'm not used to someone else bein' here and ... do ..."

He pushed the door open the rest of the way and started to walk toward you. His heavy clothes clung to his body showing off his chest and arm muscles. You wanted to pinch yourself again. How can someone so fucking hot be in your room right now.

You swallowed hard and looked at the floor. "Do you need ... someth-" Katsuki put his middle finger under your chin and lifted your face to his. His brows furrowed and he nodded slightly. Your lips parted and let a shaky breath pass through as he looked over your body. Running his hands from your neck down to your shoulders, to your waist and pulling you close to him.

He was so cold you could almost feel him shivering. Burying his face, he ran his nose over the delicate skin of your neck. You could feel him smiling against you. His hands wrapped around your waist, holding you against his body.

"You're fucking gorgeous, you know that? I've been staring at you all night and trying to keep my thoughts to myself. But fuck, you're too damn beautiful. And I want you. God, I want you so bad." He whispered into your ear as his lips grazed the lobe.

You gasped at his words, feeling his breath against your cheek. "I want you, too. I want you, Katsuki." You managed to say before he pressed his lips to yours.

His kiss was urgent and filled with desire. His hands ran up and down your sides, touching every part of you that he could. Squeezing the fat on your ass as he pulled you up closer and closer to him.

Your hands wrapped around his neck and you felt the muscles in his shoulders twitch under your touch. He moaned into your mouth and started to move you toward your bed.

As he pushed you back onto the mattress, he slipped off his wet shirt and you could see his body. Every divot and crease of his chest and abs and arms. And his waist. It was quite possibly the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

He was the polar opposite of you. Your body was soft in the most luxurious way. He was hard and tight and muscular. And it made your heart race.

Katsuki reached for the waistband of his pants and started to pull them down slowly, inadvertently teasing you as he moved them over his hips. Never taking his eyes from yours. He smirked and turned his head to the side. That fucking snarl. It was sexy and dangerous and you just wanted to grab it with your hands and hold him there forever.

"What the ... w-what are you doing, Katsuki?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and kicked off his pants. "Getting ready for a shower?"

"Why are you not taking your clothes off in the bathroom, then?" You whispered, barely audible.

He leaned over you, placing his hands on either side of you and kissing your lips. "I don't have any extra clothes here. I'll just take them off here. I'll get in the shower and you can throw these in the dryer for me, yeah? Thanks." God he was cocky. Even more so with his cock out.

"Oh, but you ... I ... *sigh* Fuck. What I'm trying to say is that I can wrangle up something for you. I-if you want." You sounded like you had a sudden onset of a serious impediment of sorts. Talking to him while he was completely naked and dripping wet was making you dumb. It was embarrassing. But you couldn't look away.

You reached for his waist and pulled him to you. His skin was so cold. You could feel him shivering against you. "Do you need me to warm you up? Katsuki? Is that it?"

He shook his head, no. "I need you to do something else for me right now. Something that requires both of us being completely naked. So get out of those fucking clothes. NOW!"

You did as he said and he helped you slip off your bra and panties, throwing your bra to the floor and Katsuki took your panties and sniffed them. You giggled and pushed him away.

"Ew, Katsuki! What the fuck, dude!"

"What?! They smell like you. You smell fucking delicious. Don't 'ew' me for enjoying the way you smell, y/n. Ok, now. Let's get me warmed up and you ... warmed up for me."

He climbed onto your bed and lay between your legs. Kissing your belly and working his way down to your inner thighs. His hands explored your body as he touched every part of you. Squeezing and touching and feeling. He licked a stripe up to your neck as he laid on top of you. His full weight bearing down on you. You'd never felt anything so delicious in your life.

"Y/n ... are you, are you holding your breath? Are you ok?" He asked, resting on his wrists above you.

"Shit! I - may have forgotten to breathe. You just saved my life. I knew it would happen by the end of the date." Laughing, you turned your head to the side to avoid letting him see how red you'd turned from holding your breath and getting so aroused so quickly.

"Good save! Now, where were we? Right here." He reached for your thigh and pulled it up over his hip. He started to grind his hard cock against you, letting the head of his cock slip inside just a little bit, kissing your neck and whispering things in your ear that you had no idea you had such a physical need to hear someone say.

It was so hot. You were dripping wet for him. And he was rock solid for you. It was like you were made for each other at this moment.

"Katsuki, can we ... I want you." Your words came out as more of a whimpering plea than a question. But the message was clear.

"You in some kinda hurry, teddy bear?" He growled against your lips and rolled into your cunt. "Do you need some water? You keep swallowing really hard." His face softened, looking down at you.

"N-n-no. No w-water. Thanks, though." Reaching up to his face, you pulled him down by the cheeks and kissed him. Slowly at first. But the patience between the two of you was wearing about as thin as the string of saliva that connected your lips.

You pushed him over and climbed on top of him. Rubbing your wet cunt against his cock, you slid your hand between your legs and lifted your fingers to your mouth. Sucking on them until they were clean, you moaned and leaned down to kiss him.

"Oh, god, you taste so fucking good." Katsuki looked at you, amazed by what he saw. You were like a fucking dream.

You continued to rub against him, grabbing his hands and putting them on your tits. He raised his hips up to meet your body.

"Y/n, can you - fuck! Can you get on my dick before I fucking die?" His words came out strained and he sounded like he was about to burst.

"What's the magic word? Hmm?"

"P-please? Please. Fuck. Ride my dick, y/n." He flailed a bit and you had to laugh at his attempt.

"Th-that's not what I was talking about. But since you're going to be a good boy, I guess I'll ride that cock of yours." Sitting on him, you narrowed your eyes and smirked.

"Y-y/n. Fuh-huh-uckking hell. What do I nee- you know what. Fuck ... ugh, fuck this." He more or less shouted at you as he wrapped his arms around your shoulder and waist and flipped you over like you were some criminal that was running away from him.

"AH! Kats! I mean, Katsuki. S-sorry." You blushed.

"What'd you call me? Did you call me 'Kats'? Did you?" He stopped and looked at you for a second before kissing you softly, letting his lips linger for about 5 seconds.

"I ... yeah. I did. Is that not allowed? I'm sorry ... that was ... well, what was that?" You missed his lips already.

"No, I like it. I don't let many people call me that. So, but yeah. It's fine. It's good." He smiled, looking down at you.

"O-ok, then. So what are you going to do to me now?" You asked, biting your lip.

"Ohh-hoh, shit. Are you challenging me right now, teddy bear?" His voice was deep and rumbled when he said that ... and god, you almost came from feeling the vibrations in his chest against yours.

"Yes, Kats. Yes, I am challenging you. Now, fucking challenge me." You growled at him.

"Fuck! You're so hot. I've never seen you like this before. Y'know, the whole 3 other times we went out." He laughed at his little keen observation.

"Oh, there's plenty you haven't seen yet! Now, are we going to talk about all the shit we don't know about each other like normal people, or are you going to make it hard for me to walk to my car?"

His eyes went wide and he licked his lips. "Well, let's not get too too carried away now. Ok? Just relax and let me take care of you." He started to rub his cock against your pussy again. Then he scooted down so his face was even with your tits. He licked you from collarbone to belly button and then lifted your thighs so they rested over his wide shoulders.

You put your hands over your face and moaned something quietly into your palms.

"What was'zat? What'd you say?" He stopped, waiting for you to answer.

"I said, I wasn't exactly planning on this? I didn't - I'm not - ugh. I didn't prep myself? I guess?"

"Oh hell, sweetheart. I don't give a fuck if you got a pussy full of hair. I'm going deeper than that, anyway. Now. Relax f'me, teddy bear." He smirked at you and then dove his face between your legs.

Katsuki lapped at your clit with his tongue, pressing into you just enough to make your toes curl. Then he moved down to your opening and began to push his tongue inside you. He worked his tongue in and out, in and out. Alternating pressure and depth and timing. It was like he knew exactly how to make you come in record time.

You pulled at his hair and arched your back, lifting your hips from the bed. He reached his hands up and placed them on your tits, squeezing and massaging and pulling at your nipples.

"Kats, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking cum righ'nowww-oh my god. Fuck!"

He pressed his tongue flat against your clit and hummed as you rode out your orgasm against his face, "Mhm, mhm, mmmhmm, that's right, teddy bear. Use my fucking face!" You shook and writhed and moaned and screamed his name until you had nothing left to give him.

He climbed back up your body and looked at you with his lips wet and shining in the dim light of your room. "So fucking sexy. You know that?"

"Me? Look at you! God, Katsuki. You're gorgeous." You couldn't stop looking at his body. It was like a work of art.

"Ok, okokok. Jesus. Enough with that shit. Now, where were we?" He smiled and pulled your legs around his waist.

"Oh, yes. Right. Ok. Go ahead." You braced yourself for the sensation of his cock inside you.

It was like a warm hug. He filled you up and stretched you out just enough to make you gasp. You squeezed his biceps and pulled him to you. "Mmhuhh fffuckk, Kats, you feel so fucking good. You're so big. Your cock is perfect."

"Oh, shit. You talk dirty like that and I'm gonna fuckin' explode ... I mean, not you or anything but - but ..." you giggled at his nervousness. "Fuck. You ready? G'na start to move now." He kissed your cheek and you nodded.

He started to thrust into you slowly at first, making sure you were comfortable. Then he started to pick up his pace, pushing harder and deeper. His balls slapped against your ass and it made your eyes roll back into your skull. The the melodic sounds of the debauchery between you two as your bodies bounced back off of the others was the most sexy thing you've ever heard. Aside from his grumbly, mumbly voice, that is.

"Kats, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum again. Fuck, I'm gonna cum on your cahhh ffffuck, hngh!" You breathed heavily as he continued to pound you, feeling the familiar tingle in your belly. The warmth growing in your cheeks and your toes curl into the sheets.

"Ahhh, fffuck, y/n. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna cum, hah ... I'm gonna cum in you - fuck - if you want me to. Or I can cum on you? You better hurry the fuck up and tell me what you wah-hant ... fuck, hurry up hurry up!"

You nodded and he fucked you like your lives depended on it. You both came at the same time. He leaned over you, panting and dripping sweat. He kissed your neck and your chest and your face, and you hugged him tightly.

"I - I know we haven't talked about ... I mean, we don't have to talk about it right now. But I need to tell you ... I'm not on any birth control. Isn't that exciting! We might have just created life!"

He sat up and looked at you. "The fuck did you just say, woman? You're n-not what now? You gotta fuckin' be kidding me. Jesus fuckin' chri-"

You were laughing so hard now your belly was shaking and your shoulders were bouncing. "Katsuki, I'm fucking with you. I'm totally fucking with you right now. Of course I am." You shot him with finger guns and he fell on top of you. His heart racing - either from the pregnancy terror or from the great sex you two just had.

He reached for your hair and ran his fingers through it. "You're a fuckin' asshole. You know that? I swear to god. I will never let you live that shit down."

You smiled and kissed his chest, "I know. And I'm looking forward to it."

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inhibitionfreewriting · 6 months

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Right Person, Wrong Time (pt2)

for what it's worth, i'm sorry for any heartbreak

part 1 / part 3

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Surely there was a reason for this. To be damned to show up with your bar-crawling friends to a place where your ex fiancé is flirting with some woman. Your friends haven't noticed him and it doesn't seem like he's noticed you, too busy trying to get the woman to laugh at his jokes.

It takes less than 2 minutes from your friends to find a table near the bar itself but far enough away from him that you don't really mind, sticking to the innermost corner of the group. They barely even paid attention when you were more focused on getting a good shot of him than ordering a drink.

you 7:19pm: [picture of your ex fiancé]

you 7:19pm: stupid motherfucker couldn't pick a better bar to go hard ass women at

you 7:20pm: harass*

You weren't even entirely sure of who you sent the message to, perhaps a little too inebriated yourself to be completely in control. Maybe that was what you really wanted though. That's what you were used to, wasn't it? Having other people make decisions for you? One of the people you were with slid their drink over to you.

"Drink honey, drink and I'll get me another one. You need it you just look... you look sooo so sad." Fruity. You could barely taste the alcohol.

"You can't be sad!" Another one says, smacking their hand down on the table before pointing at you. "You can't be sad because your life is going to get so much better. I can feel it. It's in the stars. I was reading your uh... your... fucking what is it called, shit."

"Horoscope?"

"YES! Your whore scope."

"Horoscope."

"Shh shh shh. That's what I said. It said that your life is going to change in a big big way soon. I believe it's gonna be good." You shook your head and continued drinking, not paying attention to the way that the conversation drifted away from you once again. The way you liked it.

... bzzzt ...

Willard Neffard 7:30pm: I thought he didn't even drink?

Thank god you had texted Will and nobody else.

you 7:32pm: 8 months ago he didn't

you 7:35pm: but maybe that was a lie??

you 7:38pm: IDK i kind of wish i could leave but i cannot drive right now

Willard Neffard 7:50pm: I got you 👍🏻

you 7:51pm: a literal night in shining armor

you 7:51pm: knight

"Guys, I'm gonna have a friend come get me." Your friends frowned and the one next to you wrapped their arm around you and dropped their head to your shoulder. "I don't feel that great and I think I'm out of battery for the night."

"We get it babes, you gonna stay with us till your ride gets here?" You nodded and leaned your head against the one on your shoulder.

"Probably for the best. Just means I can keep knocking them back until then. Excuse me, miss!" You called your waitress over and ordered another round. The Uber driver would get it surely, if you explained to them that you saw your ex fiancé who technically left you at the altar showed up at a bar that you were at to relax so you drank a little more while waiting for them to get there? Yeah, definitely, of course they would. Who wouldn't?

Willard Neffard 8:26pm: Outside

At this point you were near stumbling and your mind was in a perpetual spin cycle. Were you too hung up on your life getting destroyed, or were you hung up enough? Your friends told you it was grief. You were grieving the burning of bridges, the deaths of friendship, and that grief was hard to get over. You grow around grief, grief doesn't get smaller.

The air outside the bar had a bite to it, the cool breeze immediately lighting your cheeks up, what a difference. No Uber to be seen though... and no Will either. Did you send him the wrong address? You pulled out your phone and checked, no you sent the right one. You ran your hand through your hair. There was a slim chance that he was playing a joke on you but after everything you didn't put much weight into that theory.

"I heard you needed a ride."

No, absolutely not. You shook your head with your eyes shut, hoping that you wouldn't fall over.

"Will was busy and there wasn't a way you'd get an Uber out without it being completely overpriced." Hasan stood a few feet away, like he was nervous to be any closer, in a tan sweater and dark slacks. "All I want to do is get you home safe."

In another life you would have ran and wrapped your arms around him, telling him he looked good and thanking him for being willing to pick you up. In another life he would have been at the bar with you and your friends, celebrating something. All you could muster was a quiet 'okay' before opening your eyes and walking past him to his car, getting into the passenger seat without saying anything else.

With your head against the headrest, you closed your eyes again and tried to pretend you were anywhere else with anyone else. The car ride was quiet sans the random radio station all the way down to where you could barely make out the beat to the music with your hand against the speaker.

Eventually, Hasan sighed heavily and smacked the steering wheel before leaning back. You jumped in your seat, eyes snapping open before looking over to him and then the cars ahead of you. Lines and lines of red taillights, backed up far past the edge of your vision. This was not going to be a quick 30 minute drive home.

"Oh. Of fucking course," the liquor in your system making you louder than intended. "The first time I go out drinking in months, months, I have to see both assholes who have ruined my life. I'm going to kill Will. I should have told them I couldn't go out. Should have stayed home." Hasan turned enough to look at you, but said nothing.

"I wouldn't be in this fucking mess if it weren't for you," your body turned to face him and you jabbed a hand in his direction but didn't make contact. "Seriously, every time my life goes to shit, it is you at the wheel of the ship. Why is that Piker? Do you hate me? Is it active sabotage, or is it just the balance of the universe? I'm the one who has to suffer for you to be happy?" The car moved a few feet before stopping again. "Well? Nothing? You have nothing to say to me?"

You observed him the best that you could in the lack of light. One hand sat on the steering wheel still, the other on his lap in a fist and he gnawed on the inside of his lips in thought. You had seen that look many times before, the gears in his head were turning, but still he stayed silent. Impatient, Words started to tumble out of your mouth again, each heavier with angry tears than the last.

"I can start it for you since you're too stupid to think of it first. How about I'm sorry? You don't even have to be specific. Just 'I'm sorry'!" Your fingers were cold on your face when they wiped at your cheeks. His hand left his lap and gingerly reached for one side of your face and for a moment you even contemplated letting him. But only a moment. Seething with pent up rage, you smacked his hand away from your face and moved towards the window with the little room you had left. He had pulled his hand back into his lap but cut you off before you could take a deep enough breath to speak again.

"I am sorry." For a moment Hasan let his words hang in the silence, waiting to see if you'd cut him off this time and continue ripping into him. "I should have said it to you way earlier than this. It shouldn't take Austin and Will doing an event to get me in front of you to apologize for... everything."

"No you can't just cop out with everything, you need to apologize for ruining my life!"

"Yes," he sounded exasperated and it fueled the rage in your stomach but you let him continue, actually biting your lip to keep your words in. "I am sorry for fucking up your life. Do you-" he ran a hand through his hair, "do you think I've stopped thinking about you once in the last 3 and a half years? When I saw you with that... motherfucker the first time, I wasn't even upset at you for moving on, I was fucking happy for you dude.

"And then you fucking tell me and Will the same shit you've always said, marriage is a scam, that this marriage will be no different than any other marriage. You expect me to think you're in love with him? I'm not that fucking stupid and neither are you. And he walked out immediately because he thought you were cheating on him!"

"Yes because my ex boyfriend decided to object at the wedding!" Your voice was much more a shriek than anything else, "why couldn't you have just pulled me aside beforehand instead of... ruining my life!"

"I didn't-" mean to ruin your life. The words stuck in his throat like tar, singing his breath. He leaned his head in his hand as he inched the car forward. How do you really apologize to someone for causing someone so much heartache because you were still heartsick? Hasan felt like he could throw up. He'd never be able to apologize enough, he knew that from how you were barely holding yourself back. "I'm sorry, button."

If there was anything he could say that would have broken you entirely, it was calling you button. The first sob wracked your body the hardest, remembering the last time he called you that. His lips on yours and on your cheeks, telling you he loved you, that he would never find another one for him like you. It seemed so silly now, having it bloom a sickening warmth in your stomach when it should have been disgust.

It was still in there. A small piece of him, sitting in your heart like iron, rusting the gates that you had tried so hard to reinforce.

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Been meaning to say this (if I have already said some of this in some form, I am sorry, hahaha), but I absolutely love ur portrayal of so many characters! Esp. Sans and Paps (Sans who is my favorite in the game, and Paps who is another one from the game I love very, very much. Though UT characters are generally just so good), Gaster, Frisk, Chara, and Alphys (been liking the stuff between her and Sans too)! U do them all so well!!

I also love Sans and Paps GB's and how they have personalities and stuff! Even though Sans seems to just think they are his magic and nothing else, while Paps, doesn't. Which is an interesting contrast between them.

The skelebros dynamic is also just so funny and on point. Frisk and Chara's dynamic is quite interesting (and the dynamic between Chara and Gaster puts me on edge. And the one between Chara and Asriel is just tragic like always). And Sans (both younger and present) and Gaster's dynamic is probably one of my favorite Sans and Gaster relationships portrayals I have seen so far. Like, they are such coworkers, and trust each other (to some extent), but there is also seems to be some tension going on w/ them. And Gaster is just terrorizing present Sans basically, lol.

And one of the most interesting dynamics to me, is the one between younger and present Sans. Idk, it is just so interesting and weird to see them interact. And it will always stand out to me younger Sans saying to older Sans that just because he stopped being him, doesn't mean he isn't Sans, in reply to older Sans wanting to give him another name. Idk, I just found that line interesting. And makes me wonder if older Sans will ever be more like younger Sans again.

On the topic of younger Sans. It is kind of heartbreaking to see how happy? (I say with a question mark, because like I said, Sans seems to kind of helping keep Gaster sane in some form, and I don't know how good that is for either of them, even though I love their relationship in this), and outgoing and just actually more enjoying life, to his present self, that is just so more worn down and tired, and depressed. It just makes me sad. Though it is also so interesting.

Saying that, I don't know if it is because younger Sans seems so happy and stuff; even more so in contrast to older Sans, but like, I don't trust him for some reason. I do actually trust older Sans; guarded and secretive as he is, but younger Sans, something about him. I just don't trust (I don't really trust Gaster either though). I love younger Sans, like I do older Sans, but he is suspicious to me for some reason.

Also, in reply to to another ask you did, I am very curious about Sans' yellow eye, and why that gets weird/messed up/whatever.

Last of all, ur animation looks great! Paps looks so awesome and expressive and badass so far in it. Though, it looks like in one of the frames, there is some geno stuff going on; which, oh no.

It is cool to see this comic; which already looks great, get an awesome animation like this. It is always cool to see gifs, animations, animatics, etc., sometimes like this with comics and/or etc.! Though, I also know they can take a lot of time, so take ur time and rest and stuff okay! Really excited for more of this series, but I can also wait!!

Oh man this gave me all sorts of warm feelings. It really hits me in the feelings when people enjoy my work especially the relationship exploration because its one of my favorite things to explore. Trying to find some key things about a character and see how they react and interact with scenarios and people that you haven't before.

For example the younger intern version of sans is, at his core, pretty much the same person. Just a version that hasn't "gone through" the same things yet.

And it sort of is an exploration of the relationship a person has with themselves and the people around them especially after they have gone through things and change.

But anyways thank you so much!

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