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nerdestiwrites · 1 month

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predator and prey chapter 10 (hazbin hotel reader insert)

“It isss not my fault!” The snakes' voice was clear as day as you walked down the steps, “I wasss not the one to lose it!”

“Your little egg bois were the last to have the remote, therefore it is your fault!” Angel snapped, and the image of the spider demon crouched and looking under the couch filled your vision.

You stopped in the middle of the staircase and watched curiously. It had been a few weeks of you consistently being at the hotel and consistently participating in whatever activity Charlie planned. Thankfully she didn’t have one every day, it was closer to twice and sometimes three times a week. Less now that Valentino seemed to be constantly needing Angels' attention at the studio, which had been making the princess frustrated and upset. She wanted him to have more time at the Hotel and less time at the studio.

So you started talking with Vaggie. You knew that Charlie would take your concerns and ideas into consideration, but you still were a stranger. It would be better coming from her girlfriend, someone she trusts entirely. You offhandedly one time while talking with Vaggie that Charlie is the princess, she could be using the power behind that title a lot more.

It wasn’t a direct nudge, but a nudge nonetheless, however. Planted the seed inside Vaggies mind and all you had to do was wait for it to work.

The couch was suddenly flipped over and a hiss of success came from Sir Pentious. “Aha! Sssee! I told you! You had let it ssslip between the cussshions!”

Angel groaned and grabbed the remote, and his lower two arms grabbed the couch and set it back right, brushing off the dust and dirt that had gotten on it from the floor. “I still think it was your egg bois. I was careful!”

You laughed at the argument which caused the two to stop bickering back and forth and turn to look over at you. You gave a small wave, and a small smile, and finished the rest of the steps down.

Angel quickly jumped over the couch, “Heya toots! Maybe you know who had the remote last?”

You shrugged, thought for a moment, and answered. “That might’ve been me, actually. I am the worst about putting the remote back in place.”

You’d take the blame for the lost and quickly found remote. It was something small enough that you didn’t mind and even if it wasn’t your fault, it stopped the ever-growing argument that would surely continue to escalate. You found it fun to watch the two argue, especially when the stakes weren’t that high, but it was early in the morning, and you hadn’t had any sort of caffeine so your threshold of dealing with chaos was low.

Within the few weeks that you had been staying in the hotel, you managed to get a hold of Mimzy. The conversation didn’t last long, and she had tried to talk her way out of fulfilling the favor you had with her until you said it would fulfill three favors instead of just one. That had changed her tune and she gladly accepted, saying that she’d stop by in her own time but promised it would be soon enough.

In those few weeks, you also came into ownership of a dozen souls. Someone had thought they could get the better of you, pull a cloth over your eyes, and start a rebellion against you. Dealing with that had been one of the few days you left the hotel, a day where there hadn’t been any activities planned and most of the residents were off doing their own thing as well. Owning nearly twenty souls you could feel the small surge of power inside your veins.

It was nothing compared to the Overlords, you knew that. They still wouldn’t even give you a second glance, to them you were just like any other Overlord wannabe, who wouldn’t amount to anything. The power was enough to send a chill down the average sinner's spine, however, and people started noticing. Not great for your plan, but still manageable. You could still hide it underneath the power of the princess and the Radio demon while you were at the hotel as well.

“Perhapsss we should add a ssstring attached to the remote and attach it to the side of the couch! That way it cannot get stuck beneath the couch or between the cussshions!” Sir Pentious spoke up with a solution to the problem and Angel seemed to nod in agreement. It was a good idea.

“Great idea, you two figure out how to do that while I go get myself some coffee and maybe a bagel for breakfast.” You waved and turned. As you walked down the hall to the kitchen, you heard Angels' voice shout behind you.

“Don’t eat the last Everything bagel!”

You smiled, laughed, and shook your head. Inside the kitchen, you were thankful to find yourself alone. You weren’t ready for any more interactions yet for the day and were hoping that it would be a day without any sort of redemption activity by Charlie. The daily routine took over and you managed to start the coffee without much thought and searched through the pantry for a bagel that wasn’t the last Everything bagel. When the other bags came up empty, you threw them away and shut the pantry, opting out of a meal for breakfast. You’d just eat lunch then, and a bigger dinner, and have more than two cups of coffee.

The mug was warm from the hot liquid inside and you took a sip. The taste wasn’t the best, you definitely preferred your own bag but the last time you had bought a bag of good coffee grounds, it was gone in two days and no one would fess up on using it. Even when Charlie made it into an activity, saying that honesty was the best policy in this situation, no one came forward. You just assumed everyone had been a culprit, even the princess herself, and opted out of buying coffee again. So everyone was stuck with the cheap coffee grounds instead.

The best coffee you had since being in Hell had been the times you had stayed at the Vee Tower in Velvettes apartment. She somehow had the best coffee grounds, the best syrups, cinnamon sticks, an espresso machine, and a dozen other coffee add-ons you weren’t entirely sure existed back on Earth while you were alive. The Overlord always made the best coffee too, though that was more rare than you staying at the Vee tower. Twice, it had happened,

You placed your mug down and leaned against the counter, eyes closed as you took in a deep breath. So much had happened in the past few weeks, so much and so little at the same time. You could tell that Charlie was getting frustrated with the lack of results on redemption, you could see the stress on her face and behind her eyes, even though she did well at trying to hide it from the others. She was concerned about everyone in the hotel, about how if redemption didn’t work, then she’d have to face failure. Not just failure, failure, and admitting it to everyone she cares for.

That was a lot, for anyone.

“You certainly are an interesting fellow, aren’t you!” Alastors voice filled the silent air within the kitchen,

At this point, you should’ve been used to the Radio demon sneaking up on you at any moment but you still jumped slightly in surprise. You were glad you had set the mug down, knowing that you would’ve spilled some of its contents if it had still been in your grasp. “I try not to be, yet I am.”

The much taller demon leaned against his microphone as he seemed to study you, his smile tightening ever so slightly in such a way that if you hadn’t been watching him closely you would’ve missed it. “There’s a few rumors going around about you, you know! Though I would be a gentleman and let you know.”

“Rumors?” You feigned shock as you grabbed your mug and took a sip. You knew of these ‘rumors’, they were the cause of the souls you had acquired.

“Oh yes! You know what they say about rumors, they all stem from half-truths and jealousy.” His tone was joyful, the radio filter bouncing slightly in the air, “Rumors can be dangerous too, of course, for those who hear them and those who they are about!”

You couldn’t tell if that was a threat directly toward you or not, so you’d act like it was until proven otherwise. That was the safest option, you had learned that quickly. If you ever thought someone might be threatening you, likely they were.

“Well, care to tell me what these rumors are? So I can be prepared?”

Alastor seemed to mull over the request before he shook his head once. “Nope!”

“Fantastic.” You rolled your eyes at his refusal, though you weren’t entirely shocked by it, just frustrated. You wanted to know if there was more than just the one you knew of. You’d have to figure that out for yourself then.

Just as Alastor was about to make another comment, he stopped himself as Angel came into the kitchen with an annoyed huff and a frustrated look on his face. He grabbed a to-go cup, filled it up with the rest of the coffee in the pot that you had made, muttered a quick apology, and left just as quickly as he had entered.

You watched for a moment, catching a brief moment of Angel's phone with his texts open with Valentino. Another call into the studio, it seemed. You felt bad, for Angel, truly. No one deserved what he was put through in that studio, no one deserved to go through what Valentino put him through. That would be one of the first things that would change, once you got all the Vees under your thumb, setting Angel go along with every other soul Valentino has under him.

“Well, I guess I need to go figure out what sort of rumors have been started about me and if I need to correct them or just play into them for the fun of it.” You turned to face Alastor and gave an almost mocking smile back towards the Radio demon. Before he could answer, you left the kitchen, coffee mug in hand, and sipped the contents.

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AN: due to my lack of ability of pacing things correctly, next chapter is gonna be long WHOOPS so it may take longer to get out :P

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#charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel fandom #alastor #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #reader insert #x reader #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust #side chaggie #side huskerdust #alastor is in hell for a reason #reader is in hell for a reason #gn reader #sir pentious

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copepods · 2 years

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there will never be a trope as cool as “supernatural entity communicates thru and/or fucks up technology.” when the angel/ghost/Creature burns the power out or talks thru the radio or makes the signal go haywire i jump and scream and clap my hands

#emf readers are cool as hell but i think its cooler when its not Ghost Finding Equipent its just like. ur dads tv.#oxenfree is the best media ever for this reason actually #text

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artemisgrayy · 2 months

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Had this rattling around in the old brain pan- fueled by your incredible writing even more

During the final battle, reader gets badly injured are isolated from the rest of the group. Adam finds her but instead of killing her he offers her a proposition- let him have his way with you (always wondered about demon-strange) and he’ll let you live, decline and he’ll kill you [and maybe still have his way with you]. Alastor overhears and is NOT having it.

Your Unlikely Hero

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Tags: Minors DNI, Alastor x Reader, Adam threatens rape, non-con, gore, violence, fluff, swearing, traumatic events, Alastor is bad at feelings, Alastor to the rescue.

18+ - Minors DO NOT INTERACT

Pain slashes through you like an angelic spear as the fatal wound on your leg gushes streams of crimson across your skin. The smell of iron and cinder invade your senses as you struggle to apply pressure to the seeping gash.

“Well, what do we have here?” A voice cuts through the distant screams and explosions that surround you. Your chest tightens when you lock eyes with Adam who approaches you through the debris, a shit eating grin splayed across his unmasked face. Your heart slams in your throat when you see the look of pure malice in his eyes.

You desperately attempt scramble to your feet, only to feel your leg give out, pain shooting through every nerve ending like dynamite. You're immobilized. You have no way out of this.

“Fuck,” you shriek, shaking uncontrollably from the adrenaline coursing through your veins, fear ripping through you deeper than the wound. He glides towards you effortlessly with malevolent purpose.

“You know,” he laughs, grabbing a fistful of you hair to pull you to eye level, your scalp screaming as individual strands breaking free, “I've always been curious to know what you hell-bent degenerates feel like around my cock.”

You screech, the pain in your leg becoming far less urgent as you kick violently to escape his grasp. The warmth of your tears cut through your dirt-covered cheeks when he smashes his lips against yours. You swallow back the acid building in your throat, nauseous from the unwanted advance.

He rips you backwards, his gaze locking onto yours. You tremble when you observe vile smirk on his face, “How do you like the taste of humanity, bitch?”

“Please stop,” you beg, hopeful for a shred of compassion.

He throws you to the ground and you feel the back of your head connect against the cement with a sickening thud. Everything spins. The crimson sky above you full of screams as the exorcists launch a full scale attack on everyone you've ever loved. Everything closes in around you as Adam stands over you, ready to have his way.

“Adam!” Chimes a radio filtered voice from behind him, “I know you have a penchent for being a nuisance but unfortunately y̴͕̋o̸̫͛u̵̙̚'̷͈̇v̵̪̇ë̶̹́ ̷̻̊f̶͊ͅǘ̴͎c̷̻͆k̸͉̀ẹ̷͐ḑ̴̐ ̶̨̆w̵̠̒ỉ̴̺t̵̹͛h̴͐͜ ̷̜͗t̵͉̾h̴̛̖e̸͓̕ ̵̗̚w̴͚͒r̵̭̅õ̷̡ń̴̦g̵̭̾ ̵̘͂p̴̪͠e̷̲̊r̸͖͗s̵̤̎o̴͖͐n̷̦̿.̶̱̈”

You peak around the angel and see Alastor standing there, his blood red eyes glowing with a rage you had never seen before. Both of his hands are overlapped casually on his cane in front of him — though his stance and expression are anything but casual. His smile holds firm but fury bleeds from his gaze like the saliva dripping down his chin. The furious demon's squared shoulders raise with every irritate breath as he stares down the first man with murderous intent.

A wave of relief flushes through your chest at the sight of him, tears line your eyes but the state of shock you're in prevents them from going further.

“Not yet I haven't.” Adam cackles, standing his ground over his prey.

“Ha ha ha, cute” guffaws the Radio Demon, tilting his head. He slams the bottom of his cane against the cement. Swirls of shadowy demons and tendrils explode violently from the ground, spawning all around him. His eyes narrow, daring the angel to make a move.

Adam turns toward you and his hand shoots down towards your throat. You choke out a stutter as he drags you up in the air by your jugular. Wind whips the hair free from your tear soaked face as you hang 20 feet over the roof of the hotel.

“You want your bitch? Come and get her, you fucking pussy.” Adam beckons as you fight for breath, his nails digging into your skin when his hand tightens. You claw desperately at his grasp, fighting to stay conscious as a dark vignette clouds your vision.

“Gladly.” Alastor promises, “though that's an appalling way to talk about a lady.”

Sharp peaks of shadow laced with an electric storm of green fire from Alastor’s position, slamming into Adam, breaking you free from his grasp. You stutter and gasp, your lungs awarded with the sweet taste of oxygen as your airways shoot open — but the relief is short lived when your body begins free falling.

You close your eyes, ready to accept your fate as you plummet towards the scene below you.

To your surprise it wasn't the cement that broke your fall, but instead something much softer. When you open your eyes you find Alastor's face looking down at you, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. You're enveloped by the feeling of security as he holds you tight against his body.

“It appears as though I'm not the only falling, darling,” coos the demon, pressing his forehead against yours, “I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner.”

You're taken back by the sincere show of emotions from him, “and here I thought you only tolerated me,” you jest, your voice raspy as you continue to fight to catch your breath.

“Heavens, no.” He pulls his head away, reflecting for a moment, “Though I’ll admit, the threat of losing made it clear how much I need you. Let's keep this between us, shall we?” he pauses, “at least for now.”

A smirk forms on your face and you nod in approval. He presses his head to yours once more before setting you down against the wall.

He turns his back to you, facing Adam, who has recovered from the attack, and is menacingly standing a top the broken sign of the hotel.

“Adam — first man, next to die!”

Part 2 now available!

I was HELLA excited to see this prompt in my asks so THANK YOU 👏👏

More like this plz.

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#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor fanfiction #radio demon #alastor is in hell for a reason #alastor is bad at feelings #alastor altruist #alastor x reader #alastor & reader #tw noncon #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #adam is a jerk #soft alastor

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ghouljams · 1 month

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I KNOW WHAT THAT „Ov-„ IN THE TAGS MEAN

GHOUL

GHOUL PLEEEAAASSSEEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

Yeah 4 asks is enough to pressure me into being a freak, but y'all should not be encouraging my depravity. The shame I feel, so I'm keeping this tamer than- no actually I'm gonna be a freak about this. Once again I am not going to heaven.

You're filled with hot, viscous, come as you orgasm on Threat's cock. The warmth of it seeps into you, tingles through your muscles, and makes your head spin. Your eyes roll, your back arches, you feel like you've been pushed to the edge again with no idea how you got there.

Threat sighs over you, their head dropping against their chest as they rock their hard cock into your pussy. They're muttering something, mumbling to themselves like they didn't just come in you. Their cock twitches, and they give a hard jerking thrust into you, bumping that aching soft spot deep inside you. There's a sharp tight feeling, something giving way to them, and you whimper, clawing at their shoulders for purchase as they keep pushing into you. You're just starting to blink the tears out of your eyes when their hand settles around your throat, their claws tearing into the sheets under you. They give a testing thrust and you grab their wrist.

Their cock drags against something entirely alien to you, hot and painful but somehow numb and tingling. You feel something thick against your entrance when they pull back, never leaving you clenching cunt. It bumps against you, stretching your hole, just a little more with each grind of Threat's cock. You try to breathe through it but that strange aching warmth won't let you do more than gasp. The bump pops into your pussy and you almost come right there, feeling it nestle against your g-spot and just press, press, press. The tightness of it zips through you, twisting the knot in your stomach as you feel it moving against your gummy walls.

You moan and Threat chuckles over you, grinds their cock against you again so you feel a second bump nudging your entrance. You whine, you can't get your brain to spark with anything but pleasure. You don't know what's happening, don't know if you want to, but you know you want more of it. Threat's teeth are sharp and dripping when you look up at them, their tongue darts out to drag along their lip before they smile, cooing down at you, "Feel good?" You nod, pout when their grip on your neck tightens, as if you'd go anywhere. "Eggs slut," They lean closer, lick their tongue against yours as you pant, feeling the next bump pop inside, "you're always begging us to breed you, so I'm going to fill you full."

Eggs. Your breath hitches, your cunt already stretched around two of them with a third attempting to make room for itself. Threat hums, pityingly, as your brows draw together, your cunt clenching around the eggs the seem perfectly suited to rub against every sensitive nook in your pussy. You jolt as the first one presses against that stinging, achy, spot, and you feel more come release into you, making your stomach tingle before a soft weight settles in you. You can't help the moan that slips past your lips, the soft succor of panic drowned by pleasure. Eggs, plural. The understanding alone makes you come, the egg already settled in your womb just adds to the shaking desperation of it.

Threat holds you down with a firm hand on your neck, hooks their other arm under your knee and holds it up to thrust into you, forcing the third egg in alongside its sibling. Christ. You sob, shivering and shaking with each roll of it against your sweet spot. There's no need to tug on your tethers to make you ride out your orgasm a second time, not with the way Threat's eggs drag against your poor cunt.

You get through two more squirting orgasms on four more eggs, each one sliding into your abused cunt easier than the last. You shudder at each added weight in your stomach. It's not much, but it's noticeable, and your stomach clenches, your cunt fluttering with excitement at each one added to the clutch. Fuck, you- shit- your eyes roll back as the last one slips into you with another burst of that warm fluid. Goosebumps rush over your skin, and Threat's hand leaves your throat to tease their claws against your clit.

You swallow, your hips bucking to follow the rub of their fingers as the claws melt into something a little softer. You tilt your head forwards to look at yourself. Your stomach is bigger, not by much, but enough for you to notice. You can almost feel your partner smiling over you, they're certainly quick to pull you up to settle on your knees, the shift in your posture also shifting the eggs cradled inside you. You moan at the feeling, your breath hitching as you look at your full tummy.

"Look at that," Threat's hand rubs over your stomach, "they'll feel even better coming out, granted we keep Soap away from you." You meet their gaze with a look of confusion, and their smile turns mirthful. "Wouldn't want him to fertilize the clutch, and keep us from doing this again, would we?"

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gayzyforyou · 2 months

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𝙰 𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢

🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🂻 🃊 🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🂻 🃊 🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🂻

18+, MDNI

Content Tags/⚠️: porn with plot, smut, slight angst, voyerism, reader has a vag(gie), masochist reader, pet names, degration, secret sex, bdsm (sorta), sadism (thank alastor), soft sex (husk), rough sex (also husk), claws, biting, furry stuff?, fingering, tongue play, oral sex, squirting, kissing n smooching, knotting

🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🂻 🃊 🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🂻 🃊 🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🃟 🃑 🂾 🃝 🂻

Summary: Husk has hidden interests in you, which Alastor overheard once upon a time. You're new at the hotel and have been teasing the deer demon lately, who now has a score to settle with you. He can't beat you at a sexual game, though, so he has his favorite fuzzy soul help him in his endeavors. Consensually, of course. Just with Alastor's manipulative, slightly sadistic way of things. Aka he watches to piss off Husk for fun, and also makes a mess of you, also for fun. Because he's Alastor.

"Husker!" Alastor jovially begins, appearing beside Husk behind the bar counter quicker than he can process. Making him struggle not to drop a glass for a moment, sighing loudly at Alastor swinging an arm around him.

"Some space and a greeting would do you good, you know," Husk huffs under his breath, going back to cleaning the glass.

A growl leaves him watching Alastor poke at the glass, picking it out of his claws with ease and sauntering around him casually. Which Husk knew by now meant he was contemplating. Wanting, needing. Something.

"What the fuck do you want, Alastor? Or are you going to let me do my job? This shitty job you gave me,"

"Oh, speaking of jobs, my good friend! I have a little job I need you to do, actually. So nice of you to suggest," Alastor beamed with a wider grin, watching Husk pinch his nose and groan angrily.

All while Alastor tapped the glass in his hand, moving away casually when Husk tried to take it. Quietly testing the waters. Knowing, at the same time, Alastor could drown him in those waters any minute.

"Fucking Christ, I knew you needed something. What?" Husk growled. Tricking the slowly growing fear inside him. Hissing to himself at Alastor moving the glass just away from his grasp in one, little swift movement. Forcing him to pay full attention.

"Well, friends know each other well, do they not? Oh, and they do help out one another too, don't they?" Alastor teased.

Husk peered him down incredulously, brows narrowed. Eye twitching. But internally, trying to decipher just what exactly the man wanted. Knowing the man could run circles around him verbally any day, every day if he so pleased.

"Yeah, sure. What do you want your 'friend' to help you with?"

Alastor chuckled at the quiet desperation in Husk's words. Overlooking the sarcasm, instead seeing his attempt at a strong front more weak than anything. Amusing. Snickering, gliding right back over next to Husk behind the counter.

He leaned just slightly against the edge of table top, looking down over Husk. Grinning sharper than usual. Letting him yank the glass away from his hand.

"Always so eager, Husker, hm. And to serve me nonetheless. I think this good, loyal kitty deserves a treat, yes?"

. . .

Husk choked on air. Trying not to drop the glass, again. He looked up at Alastor with an indistinguishable expression, too many emotions wreaking havoc on his mind at once.

"E-Excuse me?"

"A treat for you, kitty." Alastor very plainly corrected, eyes closed following his wide, pleased smile.

Like what he said sounded remotely normal and not completely suspicious.

"What the fuck is that supposed to---" Husk sputtered, Alastor tapping on the glass with a snicker, his voice cutting him off.

"After you're done with your job here, come upstairs. Your treat is waiting,"

That was the last thing Husk was told before Alastor walked off. Up the stairs and away from his view before he could protest, demand, ask, anything before he was silenced.

Husk didn't know if he wanted to finish his job slower or faster.

He held the glass tightly, scrubbing it harder than usual.

"Hmm..." Alastor begins in a low, slowly drawn out hum.

Feeling you shift in his lap, restless. His hum turning into a little tune he sings to himself as he moves.

Alastor whirred along as he pulled his cane back, tugging at your tail he tied to it. Drinking in the strained whine that leaves your lips at the slight pain of the gesture.

"Be fuckin'...gentle..." Husk grumbles, more in a protective growl than anything. Alastor snickering at the sight.

Husk was still processing how he got himself in this mess. But the taste of your arousal on his tongue, sweeter and more intoxicating that any alcohol he'd ever sampled, made it worth the whole pot.

♤♡♢♧

Though, Husk can't help but keep replaying the situation on loop---him following Alastor to a private room, honestly scared the man would come onto him or something. Knowing he hated him, infuriatingly amusing to the man. So he was preparing to shoot that plane down as harshly as he could without having his soul torn apart.

But seeing...you, waiting there patiently and lighting up when you saw him, he suddenly wanted to stick by Alastor strictly, no separation on his mind. Now knowing that would mean letting The Radio Demon get alone time with you, which painted nothing but bad pictures in his head.

He didn't know why you were there at first until Alastor spoke. Assuring him his 'treat' was right in front of him.

I mean, Husk knew you liked to play around with the guests, flirting and suggesting frisky times as a way to ease tension. He was as fine with your openness in relationships as he was with Angel. But it was something else seeing you so willing to do something that intimate with him at a moment's notice. With Alastor watching, nonetheless.

"Are you really okay with...him, watching us? Possibly...touching you?" Husk asked, wanting to assure that you knew what was ahead.

"Yeah, Husk, but only if you are. I just think it's kinda hot...but I also know what I need to, I promise," You playfully giggled, but also assured, moving over to whisper in Husk's ear. "He won't get what he wants. I just wanna see him get a little tiny bit pissed."

Alastor smiled harshly at the sight of their secret words, moving you back by your arms to stand before him. Husk shooting him daggers.

"Husker, a treat is of course still just a treat. You don't have to eat it if you simply don't want to," Alastor explained in a faux sigh. "Just don't claw me up if I find someone else to eat it, okay?"

The very obvious teasing sarcasm in Alastor's voice made a Husk's brow twitch, his body moving over to your side immediately. Almost as if to fend Alastor away, like a predator stalking prey.

"Are you okay with it, Husk? If it's too uncomfortable, we can stop." You explained, trying to assure him. Making sure his decision was one he actually wanted.

One look in your eyes told Husk enough. There was excitement, teasing intent toward Alastor that...he almost admired. At the same time, deep care for him. A care he didn't feel enough, but was learning to accept in this hotel.

Despite being in the presence of someone so terrifying---you smiled at him like it was nothing. Everything he wanted it to be, nothing at all. Not the problem that it was. He wished he could view it that way. Seeing you even just playing with the idea somehow brought his spirits right back up.

And damn it, before things even started you made a fool out of Alastor in your head. Tricking your own fears. He didn't know if it was overconfidence or pure stupidity, but he found something endearing in it. Something he sometimes didn't have the grit to do as boldly. And above everything, he trusted you. He wouldn't trust his darker fears of Alastor over you, he had enough shadows in his life.

"If {y/n} is here, and they want to, it's alright by me. You don't get much input in that matter, Alastor," Husk chuckled with a affectionate grin, moving over to hold you by your hips. Something in you making him drunk on a sort of confidence that tricked his strongest fears. One that would definitely get him in trouble one day. "It's bad business leaving such a wonderful soul waiting. You should consider that Alastor, tell me clearer next time,"

Alastor laughed away the frustration brewing inside him at Husk's words. He didn't know what you whispered. Only that it was merely another thing he'd make sure to find out sooner or later, snuff out as he sees fit.

With the snap of his fingers, you and him were on the bed. Alastor cradling your head in his lap. Looking up at Husk with a tilt of his head. Who was still standing, whipping his head around to look at you both. Watching Alastor slowly moving his hand down to pull up your skirt.

"Your treat is waiting~" Alastor sang devilishly.

Husk quickly pounced onto the bed, caging you with his body and hissing deep in his throat at Alastor's hand, which he pushed away.

"This is the job you wanted me to do for you, right? Cruel of you to call someone so sweet a chore. You want me to do your dirty work? Gladly," Husk growled.

"I've got you, {y/n}. You'll get your fun and games. And you know I'm good at games, don't you?" Husk purred, leaning in and running his lips softly against your cheek, taking in your dizzying scent.

"If you don't like something, tell me or tap me. Otherwise..." Husk gravelly murmured, his lips on yours without a moment to spare.

His claws traced over where Alastor had touched your skirt. Tossing it up to expose your tights, drawing the sharp edges of his fingers over your thighs squeezed by the thin material. Flicking a digit slowly over the plump imprint of your pussy against the fabrics hiding it from his gaze.

It was easy forgetting about Alastor with such a sight before his sore eyes, and it made him feel even better knowing the demon was probably watching it happen. His presence being put on hold.

Alastor scoffed lowly at the display, moving to pull Husk off your lips. All with a simple finger beneath his chin.

"Don't play with your food now, Husker. Eat it properly,"

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Soon enough, Husk refocused on the task at hand. At his tongue, more like. The prickly muscle licking up every drop that drooled from your aching core. His eyes trailing over your now naked form.

"H-Husk...please," You hiccuped, voice shaking and weak. Alastor tugged on his cane again. The base of your tail shooting a sharp, sweet pain that mixed with every sensation Husk guided you through. Making your eyes foggy, breathing coming out in whimpers that only made Alastor's grin grow.

Alastor thrummed a laugh seeing Husk move to tug at his pants. Which was now at least the seventh time he'd tried.

"You'll have to be patient, Husker. That thing can wait to put itself to use, yes? Do your job...thoroughly,"

Husk tried to ignore the sneer in Alastor's voice, snarling to himself lowly while moving his tongue back to your clit. Holding your thighs apart tightly, knowing you wanted his cock more than anything. Despite having came several times already.

He loved every last taste of you on his tongue. But feeling you squirm, hearing you beg for him to fill you, made his heart ache.

"Look at me, {y/n}," Husk rasped, licking a long slow stripe against your sensitive bud of nerves. Feeling your legs twitch and shake shamelessly. Melting at the sound of you sweetly gasping, a tug at his head following suit.

You look down at him, teary eyed. Despite Alastor tilting your head back to avert your gaze.

Abruptly, you mewl out loud feeling Husk slip two of his digits inside, grinding the sharp edges against every sweet spot he can find.

"Husk...haah, you're..." You whimper, hips arching into his thrusts. The sound of his heavy breaths making you wetter. Alastor tilts your head further back and up again, tracing a finger along your throat.

"Talented, isn't he? He can do a lot more than take down scum and pour drinks. Hmm...which makes the two of you, seems you can take more than you look to..." Alastor smirked with a pleased coo, snickering at Husk's disapproval.

"So obedient you are, Husk can learn a thing or two on that matter," He trailed off with an even bigger smile than usual, watching you, who he knew as innocent instead donning such a sinfully shameless display.

"Shut it, Alastor..."

"See?" He sneered.

Husk moved swiftly to get his lips close enough to yours, hiding your face from Alastor and kissing away any thoughts of him. Slipping his tongue soaked with your arousal right in your mouth.

He angled his fingers more, chuckling against your lips feeling you cum again. Unable to deny how strained his cock was, already fully up and leaking against his pants. Aching painfully to be inside you.

Everything was making him lose it. Your hands gripping his back, holding fists of his fur with white knuckles when you weren't leaving scratches. Clawing at him for dear life after cumming so many times, and still taking more. Moaning like an animal, whispering pleas for his cock, for his fingers to hit deeper and harder. He couldn't take it.

He drew the two soaked digits from you, holding his hand up to Alastor.

"Thorough enough for you? Or are you having that much fun watching?" Husk huffed firmly.

Alastor clicked his tongue, pulling up your head away from Husk again and inspecting your expression.

There it was. Complete and utter weakness, defeated and pathetic. Just what he needed.

"Go ahead, Husker. You can have the rest of your trea---"

Before he could finish, Husk was pulling you away from Alastor and up against his legs. Spreading yours and letting his aching length spring out. Moving in a haze to push it right into your tight, soaked hole.

Feeling you clench onto him the moment he sunk inside made him groan. Moving his hips almost immediately, hearing every gasp and moan of pleasure leaving your lips right against his ear. You kissed it, feeling it flick, feeling his sharp teeth quickly sink into your shoulder to quiet his pleased sounds.

Husk's pace was exactly what you needed after waiting for so long. Fast, hard, heavy thrusts that slapped your skin. Made your legs go numb and stomach twist with warmth. The overwhelming ecstasy and all consuming feeling that left you breathless.

"Cumming...! Husk...haah...I---" You cried out weakly, his hands still sticky with your scent delving right into your mouth, hushing you while his hips moved faster and faster. Making sure no one in the hotel could have a chance of interrupting your moment together.

Husk felt like he was high, feeling you squirt against his cock. Crying out against his fingers, tongue licking his digits so needy he almost forgot you two weren't alone.

His inches twitched restlessly inside you. He couldn't help but hold your body close, feeling his mind spiraling at the addictive feeling. Your walls sucking on him with every wave of your orgasm. Groaning, almost moaning at the sickeningly sweet sensation, Husk's own release tore through him.

He growled out at the feeling, burying himself in your scent. His hips thrusting slowly, stuffing rope after rope of his thick cum deep into your warm insides. Slicking your walls with every ounce of his seed.

Husk let you lay back softly, resting. Trying to calm down the knot swelling inside you. Whimpers drawing from your lips at the intense stretch.

"...s' okay sweetheart. It'll go down...I've got you,"

Husk ran his palm over your stomach, soothing the ache of his knot. Catching his breath.

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Not noticing Alastor moving your head up again, looking in your eyes. Sneering. Communicating exactly what he wanted without words.

Husk heard you speak but didn't actually hear it. Only static. His nerves flaring up, eyes shooting to look up at Alastor.

He was gone.

"What the fuck?!" Husk exclaimed, quickly moving closest to you as he looked around. "Where...the fuck did that bastard go? What did he do?"

"Safe word. He made me use it. It's okay Husk...it's just his usual power play. He wanted me to say it,"

"For what?" Husk asked.

"Just a stupid...bet,"

"What did you bet?!" Husk exasperated. Worried beyond belief.

"Nothing! Just my soul---"

"WHAT?!"

"I'm joking, Husk. It was just...ugh, it's kind of embarrassing now, actually," You sigh, covering your face.

"What is it? Tell me. I'll...I'll help you," Husk trailed off, trying to be assuring.

You sigh, loudly.

"I need to....ughhh...hunt his breakfast for him...for a month...and meal prep. All those disgusting meals,"

Husk tried not to, but he wheezed a little.

"Don't you laugh at me! We're on the same boat now..." You exasperate.

"Fine...fine...I'm sorry. I'm relieved...that's all it was," Husk chuckles, moving to rest himself in the crook of your neck, purring deeply.

"Don't bet anything else, got it?"

"Okay," You sigh, hugging him close.

Your chests rise and fall together, his purring soothing you both until the thought of that bet drifts away, into a feeling of just the two of you.

#hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #alastor x reader #alastor is in hell for a reason #alastor is a circus #ace man meets wanting to see someone fucked #literally 😈 not physically this time #gold star

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the-abyss-of-fandoms · 1 year

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Me upon discovering that the Regeneradors not only don’t “die” when I take out their weak points but level up into an even worse monster:

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nadiawritessomething · 8 months

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Why do some people in this app (and Tiktok) claim that Miles G. would give people some gucci prada for millions like??

Where does he get the money for all this even 1610 Miles doesn't have that much money.

HERE ONE OF THE DEVELOPERS OF THE MOVIE LITERALLY SAYS THAT HE LIVES ALMOST IN POVERTY.

What the hell are gold chains or twenty pairs of shoes or 13 iPhones?

And people still say "he would steal it"

I don't believe that his upbringing would allow him to steal such unnecessary expensive things.

Small bars or chewing gum, yes, maybe, he would steal something for the mission/city/some medical stuff for his mom - yes, that's his job.

But stealing INCREDIBLY expensive things for an unknown girl/boy/person? I do not think so. At all.

#Prowler miles #across the spiderverse #atsv #miles 42 #miles morales #prowler miles #miles g morales #earth 42 miles #spiderverse #I never read this “x reader” fanfiction #but God #what I hear about some of this makes me sick.#LIKE??#did you ever read anything about the character??#Or just “Oh he has braids”#“That means that he's rich and/or stealing everything without a reason??”#Hell

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hazbinfallinginaspiral · 8 days

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Antique Beauty (Be A Doll Oneshot)

Not canon to the AU! Anyway.

CW: Manipulation, mind control, disassociation, loss of sense of self, delusions, lover obsession, mental breakdowns, Vox being Vox, AU typical events

I think that’s all. Let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Vox finds an antique doll that is strikingly similar to you, so he buys it and gives it to you as a gift. You see this as an oddly touching gesture, and make it a point to keep the doll around or nearby at nearly all hours of the day, to show your appreciation. This new toy has an unforeseen impact, though. As time goes on, Vox continues to use the trigger phrase on you, and you begin to lose touch with reality. You see yourself as a literal doll, just like the one he got you, and you begin to act as such.

In the heart of Pentagram City, amidst the hustle and bustle of the demon-filled streets, Vox found himself wandering through the labyrinthine aisles of an antique shop. His crimson eyes gleamed with interest as he perused the eclectic collection of curiosities, searching for the perfect gift for you, his significant other.

His gaze landed on a striking antique doll, its porcelain features delicately painted and its attire reminiscent of a bygone era. What caught Vox's attention, however, was the uncanny resemblance the doll bore to you. The same delicate features, the same captivating gaze—it was as if the doll had been crafted in your image.

While Vox usually hated anything that was too reminiscent of the past, he was willing to make an exception for you. He preferred change, and didn’t like to linger on the past nor anything made during the time, he’d rather focus on the present or the future. But, this doll was exactly like you, in practically every sense. He couldn’t pass up the opportunity to get his favorite doll a doll that looked exactly like them.

Without hesitation, Vox purchased the doll, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he imagined your reaction. With the doll cradled in his arms, Vox made his way back to the sleek confines of his penthouse apartment, anticipation bubbling within him like a dormant volcano awaiting eruption.

As he entered the opulent living space, Vox was greeted by the sight of you, engrossed in a book by the flickering light of a nearby candle. There were plenty of lights, windows, and far more reasonable ways to read, but for some reason, this is what you preferred. Vox vaguely rembered you mentioning your love of simpler things like candles, gardening, crafting, and writing poetry. He thought it was somewhat trivial, especially when it wasn’t even necessary. Why would you do something like grow your own flowers when you could just buy some? It made no sense to him. He thought the time could be better spent working or inventing or doing something to do with change. Your preference for this seemed too repetitive and stagnant for him, too quiet and simple. He didn’t like it, but he was willing to indulge you. You were his favorite doll, after all. Your eyes flicked up to glance at him, curiosity evident.

“Darling,” Vox purred, his tinged with excitement as it echoed through the spacious room, “I have a surprise for you.”

Your eyes brightened with even more curiosity as you regarded Vox with a quizzical expression. “A surprise?” You echoed, setting the book aside and rising to your feet to meet Vox’s gaze.

With a flourish, Vox presented the doll to you, a mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes. “Ta-da! For you, my doll,” he declared, with a grin. He looked rather proud of himself.

Your breath caught in your throat as you beheld the doll, your eyes widening in astonishment. Its porcelain features bore a striking resemblance to your own, a doll that bore an uncanny resemblance to you? Anyone else would have been unsettled, but you weren’t. In fact, you were oddly touched by the gesture.

Its porcelain visage was strikingly similar to yours, from the gentle curve of the cheeks to the arch of the eyebrows. Dressed in a vintage gown of satin and lace, the doll exuded an aura of elegance and charm that seemed to captivate you. From the hair to the eyes to the soft curve of the lips, you were enchanted by it. You reached out a hand to touch its delicate cheek, a sense of wonder washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Oh, Vox,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “it’s… it’s beautiful.”

Vox beamed with pride at your reaction, his chest swelling with a sense of satisfaction. “I’m glad you like it, doll,” he said softly.

You smiled and gave him a hug, then a kiss on the cheek. “I love it! I love you,” you said with a grin. You sat back down on the couch and went back to looking at the doll, still in awe.

As you continued to admire the doll, Vox couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth wash over him. It was a small gesture, perhaps, but one that spoke volumes of his affection for you. Or, rather, what he thought to be affection. It was a twisted sort, really. He thought of you as his very own little doll, just like the one he’d just gifted you, except you were alive. He enjoyed playing with you, pulling your strings, puppeting you around… he loved you, yes, but in the same way a child loves their toys. He’d be careful to never let you break, though. He cared for you too much for that- he didn’t know what he’d do with himself if he lost his favorite little doll. As he watched you admire the antique doll he’d just gifted you, he knew he’d made the right choice. It was the perfect thing to placate you, keep you distracted and happy for the time being.

It started innocently enough, with Vox using his hypnotic abilities on you during mundane tasks. "Be a doll," he would murmur softly, his voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. And with each command, your movements became more fluid, more doll-like, as if you were a marionette dancing to Vox's tune. You’d seek solace in the antique doll he’d gifted you, a reminder that he wasn’t all that cruel, but a doll couldn’t fix everything.

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you found yourself ensnared in a web of Vox's making, each passing moment pulling them deeper into the labyrinth of his desires.

You’d be reading with Vox in his study, surrounded by shelves full of books. Quietly reading, happy and content. Vox would lean back in his seat, a smirk on his face. “Be a doll and get me that book on the top shelf,” he’d say, smug. Your eyes would glaze over as you rose from your seat, moving with a sort of fluid grace as you wordlessly get the book and give it to Vox. He’d smile and give you a kiss. “You truly are an obedient little doll.”

It didn’t matter where you were.

It could be late at night, both of you in Vox’s bedroom, Vox in bed and you only just walking in. “Be a doll and come here,” he’d say with a predatory smile and low but commanding voice. You’d falter for a moment then obey, crossing the room to stand in front of him. He’d point to the floor and you’d sink to your knees, at his feet, staring up at him helplessly. “Such a good little doll, always eager to please,” he’d say, running his fingers through your hair.

It could easily happen in public, too.

You’d be attending a lavish gala, Vox standing out in his striking tailored suit, you at his side, fidgeting nervously. He’d lean in close and whisper in your ear, “Be a doll and smile for our guests, won’t you?” And your lips would twitch into a forced smile, your expression wooden and devoid of any true emotion as you plaster on a facade of cheerfulness. “That’s it, doll. Show everyone how much of a nice, obedient little thing you are for me,” he’d say, tightening his grip on your arm. “Show them you belong to me.”

The doll couldn’t stop Vox, but it provided a source of comfort. It was a reminder of how nice he could be.

Your fondness for the doll only seemed to grow. You began to carry it with you wherever you went, treating it as if it were a cherished companion. Vox would watch with amusement as you start to dress in clothes similar to those worn by the doll, your wardrobe gradually transforming to match its vintage style.

You’d stand before the mirror in your bedroom, clad in a delicate lace dress that hugged your figure. You’d tilt your head to the side, studying your reflection with an unnerving intensity. Slowly, you!d raise their hand to your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw with delicate fingertips.

Vox would enter the room, his eyes alight with anticipation as he would observe your movements. "Ah, my doll, you look positively radiant," he’d murmur, his voice smooth as velvet. "Such a beautiful little thing."

You’d turn to him, a serene smile gracing your lips, pleased with yourself for earning his praise. It was usually few and far between. "Thank you, Vox," you’d reply softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel... different, somehow. Like I'm not quite myself anymore."

Vox would step closer, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "That's because you're becoming exactly what you were always meant to be," he’d say, his tone almost reverent. "My perfect little doll."

To Vox's delight, your behavior also began to shift. You moved with a grace and poise reminiscent of the doll, your expressions serene and tranquil. It was as if you had become entranced by the doll's presence, adopting its mannerisms and demeanor as your own. Little did he know, it was because as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you found yourself slipping further and further into a hazy fog of compliance and confusion. Vox's relentless use of the trigger phrase had begun to take its toll, eroding away at your sense of self with each passing command.

In moments of quiet solitude, you found yourself seeking solace in the antique doll that Vox had gifted you. You would sit for hours, cradling the doll in your arms, its porcelain features a stark reflection of your own. With trembling fingers, you would brush the doll's hair and dress it in delicate finery, whispering words of comfort and affection as if it were a living being. Tonight was one of those nights.

As the world outside grows quiet, you sat alone in the dimly lit room, cradling the antique doll in your arms. You stroked its porcelain face with gentle fingers, your touch reverent and tender.

"I wish I could be like you," you whisper, your voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. "So serene, so perfect. No worries, no fears. Just... blissful ignorance."

Vox enters the room, his eyes dark and hungry as he surveys the scene before him. "You already are like her," he says, his voice almost soft. Almost caring. Almost. "You're my little doll, and nothing could ever change that."

You look up at him, your eyes wide and unblinking, like those of a porcelain doll. "I know, Vox," you reply, your voice hollow and empty. "I belong to you. I’m yours.”

The doll provided more comfort than Vox did.

Sometimes you would even find yourself engaging in childlike play, pretending that the doll could feel and respond to your touch. You would make it laugh and smile, pouring all of your pent-up longing and loneliness into the tiny figure in your hands, hoping against hope that somehow, some way, the doll would bring you the comfort and companionship you so desperately craved.

Alone in your room, you’d sit on the edge of your bed, a sense of unease gnawing at your insides. You’d clutch the antique doll tightly to your chest, seeking solace in its familiar presence. But no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingers within you.

Vox's voice echoed in your mind, his command to "be a doll" ringing like a relentless refrain. With each passing day, it became harder to distinguish between reality and illusion, between your own thoughts and Vox's whispered commands.

Tears would stream down your cheeks as you’d clutch the doll tighter, your chest constricted with a suffocating sense of dread. "I can't do this anymore," you’d whisper to yourself, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your own heart.

In a moment of desperation, you’d hurl the doll across the room, watching as it crashes against the wall with a hollow thud. But instead of feeling relief, you’d be overcome with a profound sense of loss, as if a part of yourself had been torn away.

The line between reality and fantasy began to blur for you. You would catch glimpses of yourself in the mirror and see not a person staring back at you, but a doll with glassy eyes and porcelain skin. You would hear Vox's voice echoing in your mind, commanding you to "be a doll" and obey without question.

Alone in your room, you’d sit huddled in the corner, your breaths coming in ragged gasps as you’d clutch your head in agony. Images flash before your eyes, fragmented memories twisted and distorted by Vox's relentless influence.

"I can't escape," you’d whisper to yourself, your voice a desperate plea for salvation. But no matter how hard you’d try, you couldn’t break free from the chains that bound you to Vox's will.

In a moment of ‘clarity’, you’d reach out for the antique doll, your fingers trembling as you trace its delicate features. "Help me," you’d whisper, your voice barely audible over the roar of your own despair.

But the doll would remain silent, its glass eyes staring back at you emptily. Offering no comfort. You’d be left alone with the realization that you were stuck in this endless nightmare of your own making, with no escape.

With each passing day, you felt yourself slipping further away from who you once were, lost in a sea of Vox's control and manipulation. And as you gazed into the unblinking eyes of the antique doll, you couldn't help but wonder if you were truly any different. Perhaps, in the end, you were nothing more than Vox's plaything, a doll to be toyed with at his whim.

As time passed, your sense of self seemed to fade away completely, replaced by a serene acceptance of your role as Vox's little doll. You no longer spoke or acted like your former self, your personality and individuality erased by the allure of being a perfect little doll.

No longer did you question Vox's orders or assert your own desires. Instead, you moved through your days with the mechanical precision of a well-oiled machine, your actions dictated by Vox's whims and desires. It was as if you were merely a puppet, dancing on strings pulled by Vox's invisible hand.

And as he watched you, now little more than a porcelain doll come to life, Vox knew that he had finally achieved the ultimate conquest—possession of you, in your entirety.

For Vox, it was a dream come true. With your transformation complete, he felt a sense of absolute control and dominance unlike anything he had experienced before. You had become his perfect, obedient doll, ready to fulfill his every desire without question or hesitation.

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azereus · 2 months

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Epaulette Shark Hybrid! Gaz x Gn! Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Pre-established relationship, no pronouns expect for you, and ends kind of abruptly whoops-

@puff0o0 told me to do this ‼️

The relationship started a bit rocky in all honesty. Him being a mershark and thus confined to water made it difficult for him to visit you. And it wasn't like he could live in a pool in your backyard or your shower or bath

But other than that, it was pretty okay all things considered

You'd visit him when you can, have little 'dates' where he'd show you a cool cave he found or some other hidden area

But, if you live on or near a beach, it makes things easier distance wise. Expect to find Gaz on one of the shore rocks waiting for you in the early morning either way

Once you find him, he gives you a gift! Like a cool seashell or maybe a pearl. You most likely have a jar or a drawer filled with the things he brought you due to him bring you gifts every other day

He's anxious giving you things because he fears they might not be good enough please tell him you love the gifts

He's like a dog when it comes to the back of his ears getting scratched. He enjoys the small bit of affection. It normally ends up with him nipping/biting at your hand though ^^"

Actually scratch that. He likes trying to bite or nip at you regardless of what you were doing before hand

But He'll keep apologizing to you if he accidentally clamped down too hard and hurt you!! He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just forgets his own strength sometimes

Tries to make up for it by doubling the gifts until it heals. Which isn't very long all things considered. It's like a cat bite, just larger in size

He once crawled out of the sea just to tackle hug you once he spotted you walking towards him

Think like that one stereotype where the dog owner comes home and the dog runs up to them at the door and tackles them to the ground. That's basically what Gaz did

He has golden retriever boyfriend energy taken literally

I'll probably add more to this if people are interested but this is all I got 😔

#call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty x y/n #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz garrick x y/n #gaz x reader #Struggled through the pits of hell to male this frfr #small rant buttttt #the reason why I made Gaz an epaulette shark was because apparently they technically mate for life!!#each season why go back to their mates and I just went 'boom Gaz'#I absolutely will make this an au if people like this enough #<- I wanna make content that yall like #.pencils n paper

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ieatcocoa · 1 month

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Interested in reading a story about this stinky deer? You should check out my own on AO3 !

Human!Alastor/Reader

Synopsis: You, a victim of forced relocation, head south in search of a potential job opportunity. Never would you have expected to get caught up with the likes of New Orleans favorite radio host. Perhaps it was fate?

Currently there’s two chapters out! Chapter three is in the works.

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gabbasposts · 8 months

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>How they’d react to you loosing both romantic and platonic feelings after knowing you liked them<

Star Wars: Skywalker Men, specifically the original boys.

Warnings: angst, language (I think 💀), +18 even though this has no nsfw, I plan to write for that in the future so yeah lol (also gifs aren’t mine, I just wanted a nice sky gif because I’m talking about my favorite Skywalkers, and I wanted gifs of them that kinda showed how they’d feel towards the situation lol)

A/n: My first official post on this blog (which is funny considering I’ve had it for so long lol) but just a heads up, I’m now just entering my Star Wars phase so I’m going to be honest, I’m a little clueless 💀 ofc like any fanfic writer who wants to write good shit, I fact check as best as I can, but if things aren’t correct or seem off, I’m open to criticism lol

Anakin:

At first he’s relieved…

He already is romantically involved with Padme, and he doesn’t want someone sabotaging his relationship and making things complicated because they feel the need to declare their love for him when it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same way about them.

And you of all people should know (especially if you were super close to him) that he’d never feel that way to anyone other than Padme, yet alone you…

It’s bad enough Padme seems to be becoming restless with his new ideals, and his methods when it comes to wanting to keep her safe… the last thing he needs is for her to gain a reason to cut him off for good.

All because of a witless misunderstanding, from someone he never even looked at that way to begin with.

Yes, he’s told you things he’s never told Padme before… things he now regrets considering it’s not obvious you view him in a light that you think he also sees you in, but isn’t that what friends do?

He won’t immediately go off on you… he still respects you (again, most likely because you know shit he doesn’t want others knowing 🤡) in a sense, but at the end of the day, he puts his foot down before you can even get in a retort.

You are a friend.

Padme is his lover, and soon to be mother of his child.

Nothing would change with that…

He begins to ignore you.

Wanting to see if you’d understand his message at first.

If you push him, still wanting him to realize your feelings for him, let’s just say… your officially no longer a friend, and he isn’t above doing things to both silent you (because he doesn’t want Padme finding out you had feelings because your already a friend and he works closely with you) but he’d make you understand you’ve fucked up with him.

If you back away after his harsh, solid, and honest reaction towards the fact he would never feel the same way, he’d calm down, happy you understood you place at his side.

He first notices your sudden indifference to him when your suddenly able to be in a room with him in it, and your eyes can suddenly meet his.

They don’t hold the hurt, or embarrassment that was easy to both sense with the force, as well as read on your face and in your body language.

And he’s happy about it. Things can finally return to normal… or so he thought.

That’s when your behavior towards him changes full fledged as well…

Fights with Obi that you usually would come to his defense and try to back him up (not just selfishly because you liked him) factually, and in calmer tone than he typically wouldn’t be able to muster when Obi would bring him to that point of anger… suddenly became you acting like you weren’t in the same room.

Sometimes you didn’t even go the full mile of pretending to be preoccupied with something else like dealing with your light-saber, or suddenly checking your map… you’d just stand there, starring at him once Obi put his foot down on something, a stoic and indifferent facial expression on your face.

When he’d confront you about it, you’d simply state you were loyal to the Jedi order and your previous actions were more or less caused by your irrational feelings towards him…

This would one, sadden him because in his mind, realizes now that you weren’t doing those things because you were a genuine friend who wanted to support him when he needed it, you were simply hoping he’d realize your effort, and develop the same feelings you had towards him.

And it would anger him because how could you be so dumb to think he would ever return your feelings when he was clearly and so obviously in-love with Padme?

You were able to throw away your moral code even if there was a possibility that you didn’t agree with him on things, all out of the hope that there was a small chance he liked you back, and he’d view it as romantic devotion to him…

You’d go against your Jedi way which yes, he knew he had no right to be judging when it came to that considering he went against every Jedi rule just to be with Padme, but he at least had a good reason.

You on the other hand didn’t… again, he didn’t return your feelings so why would you risk everything you built up in terms of working towards receiving your Jedi title, only to sabotage it for someone who didn’t like you?

This ultimately leads to a fight.

However, if your truly over him and even show shame to even liking him to the point you tell him it was a weird phase or something, then the chances of a fight will probably be lowered weirdly.

He understands phases… he also understands putting hope into someone, praying they’d realize your potential and worth and while he doesn’t respect you did so hoping he’d understand or even leave Padme for you, he can relate.

Just don’t expect him not to be bitter towards you for it.

No he didn’t like you, but he thought you were his friend.

You were there for him when master Yoda told him he was too emotional and he needed to learn to center his emotions, you were there for him to mediate fights with Obi, another person he had considered a friend up until the point he got harsher with his actions and words and utter refusal to see that Anakin would do anything to protect Padme, as well as his genuine views and methods… it was too much.

While he didn’t love you the way you wanted, it felt like a loss he could’ve still had some control over.

Maybe if he hadn’t felt comfortable enough to go soft around you… maybe if he hadn’t showed his true colors, colors that not even Obi-wan had gotten to see…

Only naturally, he starts to dislike you.

When your fighting an enemy together, you better pray you can hold your own because he purposely doesn’t stick near you.

Luke:

Like his father, he’s relieved at first. (but that also depends on how you take it…)

If your calm about it, (at least calm enough to hold up a front in front of him until you can be alone) he’ll smile sadly, realizing that even if you take it the “right” way, you’re still probably disappointed by it.

After all, pouring your heart out to those you wish to love and have love returned to you isn’t something you just up and recover from immediately.

He’ll ultimately try to find a way to excuse himself in a kind matter… only because it’s undoubtedly awkward as hell to just up and kick start a new conversation after that.

Of course he’s not going to just up and ditch you without making sure nothing is going to change between you two platonically.

That’s the difference between him and his dad 💀 (but then again, Anakin still has a bit of a better reason to distance himself and not try to salvage the friendship. After all,the woman he’s with is having his kids and he loves her deeply, something he’s shared and told you most likely if you two were hella close, but still)

After some time apart, (maybe sleeping on it, or say you confessed to him before he had to depart to somewhere else) the next time you’d see him, he’d greet you normally and would pay close attention to your demeanor even though he’d be doing his best and acting as if nothing has changed between you two since your confession.

When he notices your smiles seemed more strain, and you tend to seem hyper focused on your task rather than acknowledging him when he enters a room like usual, ultimately he becomes saddened by it, but he won’t confront you… yet.

He’d try to hang out with you like you two would typically do after training or a hard mission, and would joke and ask you how you were doing, but when he realizes your not as actively doing the same back, and your actions not words don’t seem as genuine, that’s when he grows frustrated.

He’ll begin to give you distance… wanting to see if you’d take the bait and try to see what’s wrong due to distance usually not being his thing.

He’s lost people he loved before and while his love for you isn’t romantic, he still loves you and wants you in his life.

He wants you too, to realize that your getting rid of a solid friendship just because he doesn’t return you feelings… he has put his life on the line to protect you before, and even now while your acting this way, he’d do so again with out a second thought because the way he cares for you is deep… he wants you to realize that.

He hopes you will…

But ultimately, the only thing he gets from you is maybe a small smile if your walking past one another, or a nod of acknowledgment when you two are in the same places.

Finally he’d confront you, growing both saddened and slightly annoyed.

“I still want us to be friends… were your feelings always just… a crush you had on me?”

Surely you wanted to be platonic with him before anything else…

How you respond ultimately is what makes or breaks him when it comes to how he feels about you.

If you tell him you started developing feelings towards the midst of your friendship, he holds a slither of hope that he might be able to convince you to be his friend again by reminding you of the times you had before you developed feelings.

If you tell him you always had feelings for him, prior to formally becoming friends… as much as it pains him, he knows that there is no chance of ever returning back to having a normal friendship with one another… because at the end of the day, it’s clear you always saw a prospect of him realizing your feelings for him, and not that of simply wanting to be friends.

He’d nod, smiling sadly and apologize for not feeling the same way… but not before thanking you for being his friend.

Because at the end of the day, even if the friendship was one sided, he enjoyed your company and he’d miss the memories you two shared.

IF you take it badly… (example: “But… I thought because we were so close, you maybe saw something in me too…”, “What? No, all the things we’ve done together… they didn’t mean anything?” Etc, you know… the delusional route 💀)

That’s when his frustration rises.

As calmly and carefully as he can (because still, he wants to see if he can salvage the friendship) he’ll explain to you that the moments that you took as romantic were always platonic for him.

That it isn’t fair that your punishing him by pretending you not only never had feelings for him, but that you never cared for him to begin with by acting like he simply was another acquaintance you worked with instead of someone you already established both a friendship and memories with.

He’s shared some of his most intimate moments and thoughts with you… his secrets, as did you.

And he’s risked his life for you and even though you were acting as if you didn’t know him now… he still would if you were in trouble… he loved you.

…Just not in the way you clearly wanted.

It might escalate into an argument.

With him defending his right to not be entitled to loving you the way you clearly wanted, and you still trying to prove you always looked at him in a loving manner that you wanted him to realize.

Ultimately there’s only one route that follows after this, and that’s the end of your friendship as you both know it.

It’s sad… and he’ll always miss you as you do him… but one thing you should know about him, and should’ve always known about him even once you had managed to escape acquaintance field with him, is that he would always and had always remained true to his feelings.

And he would until the day he died even if he missed you badly… as a friend.

#anakin skywalker #star wars anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #luke skywalker #star wars luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #star wars #angst #I made this while drunk as hell because I always get in my feelings and want sad shit when I’m drunk for some reason 💀#skywalker family #also first post lol #gabbasdumbthoughts #I love skywalker men lol

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atttwoood · 1 year

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A minor person goes to read fanfics about minor characters:

Also fics with minors:

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ddarker-dreams · 6 months

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Since HWR reader can create pocket dimensions and pull weapons from, could she put a pocket on her chest and booba sword like the raiden shogun (ik raidens sword comes from her heart but poor HWR reader is not a puppet lol)?

HOLD ON A SECOND........................................................... your vision is immaculate.... theoretically, she could. maybe she should abandon her life of crime and find her true calling as a cosplayer.

#HWR reader's abilities are my favorite from across the MCs for a reason #pocket dimension and sword make my brain go brrrrrr #hell within reach #answered #Anonymous

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artemisgrayy · 2 months

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✨Masterlist✨

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor is in hell for a reason #hazbin memes #alastor fanfiction #alastor x reader #hazbin #alastor smut #alastor the radio demon #radio demon #alastor altruist #alastor hazbin hotel

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ghouljams · 9 months

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I know you said Soap (fae)‘s darling was all over the place. This may not tickle your fancy but after reading that little blurb you posted for him earlier, all I can think about is finally meeting the one artist he can’t charm. You’re human, completely. But something about you (and it is you, he checked. Multiple times.) is different. He plants a little suggestion in your ear, and it should take root. Instead, you smile and tell him, “that’s a great idea! I’ll have to remember it for later.” And go back to what you were working on.

It would be so fascinating if it wasn’t so infuriating. And he knows how fucking delicious you smell now, it’s driving him insane.

Soap would probably never figure this out, but his darling probably had a family blessing from another Fae way up the ancestral line. So pretty much everyone in her family is immune to fae charm? Or smth????

Blurb Four! Y'all had some great ideas on Darlings for the Soap boy! This one got close to what I had in mind, but still missed what I hope I've managed to convey about Fae!Soap through the other blurbs.

Your godmother was a strange woman, but when she spoke it was like the universe listened. When you told her you were going to art school she didn't congratulate you the way the other adults in your life did. She looked at you, like she could see through you, kissed your forehead like she did when you were little, and told you

"May you always be inspired"

And from that moment on you were. When your classmates struggled to find topics for their projects, or complained about blocks, you burst with ideas. Your phone and your notebooks were filled with them. All you had to do was pick one and your brain spun off like it was made for this. Your professors praised you for your creativity and themes, your peers envied and celebrated you in equal measure. You lined up an art show at a local museum and invited your godmother who told you how proud of you she was(and you only cried a little at her praise).

Soap introduces himself during your opening. You don't blink twice at the name, you know plenty of people with names that are a little off the beaten path. He'd make a good model, you think. You grab his number to call him sometime. Actually he'd be good for a few projects you're thinking about.

You jot down your ideas in your phone. Soap glances over your shoulder, and asks you about what you're writing. You laugh, well aware of how extensive your list looks. You explain it to him, how you just pick an idea and let it run. His eyes sparkle excitedly, you're not sure why.

Later when he's pressing you against the wall of the gallery's broom closet he bites you a little too hard. You both jerk away from each other. You smack a hand over your neck, feeling the warm wetness of blood. Soap makes a face like he's trying not to spit, you wonder if he got some in his mouth. He swears under his breath, you don't understand anything but the feeling behind it, and leaves you there.

When you finally collect enough of your wits to follow him, your godmother is waiting for you and Soap is nowhere to be found.

#Fae!Soap #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap cod #Two fae fight over one artist for different reasons lol #Soap getting smacked by an older fae woman: Stay away from my god daughter #Adding to the fae rules that generally if someone is under another fae's protection #you don't fuck with them in any way #Soap is getting the hell out of dodge

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