#Gimmie asks cuties

[axolotlinjammies]

WAIT THEY BE SO CUTE I WANNA HUG THEM WTF AGGGGGGGG

Can we see more of Daisy and Glitch? I'm kind of in love with them

Absolutely oh my god??

Here's a couple doodles of Daisy in different outfits

Here's a wip of them both that I plan on finishing today

And here's a sketch I never finished!

[fairy-verse]

I wonder what would happen if Killer decided to introduce Cross to Horror and Dust (⁠´⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠`⁠)

It is an interesting meeting, especially so since Horror hasn’t interacted with any type of winter fairy in so long, so he’ll feel delighted at Cross’ presence. Dust is suspicious but won’t be as hostile once he learns that Cross wasn’t really aware of Horror’s situation, seeing as his father had kept him somewhat sheltered and busy with teachings and work during his younger years.

K: “Welcome to our clubhouse of misunderstood and partially rejected fairies!”

C: “Partially?”

H: “Clubhouse?”

D: “…”

K: “Partially, because both you and me are not outright shunned by other fairies, partly because we’re good at playing pretend,” Killer winked at Cross.

It was… a strange first meeting, but Horror quickly softened up to Cross and took a great liking to him once he fully sat down to listen to stories about Error’s Mountain Halls. He’d never wish to go back there, but sometimes he feels nostalgic for his old home, and parts of him misses it; occasionally.

Killer spoke like a mountain river during the first warm days of spring, and seemed undeterred by Dust’s staring, yet those same stares did little to settle Cross’ nerves, and the black and white fairy struggled with relaxing whenever the petite fairy looked his way. He was intimidated by Dust the first few times they met, it was hard not to be, but with time Cross would begin to feel a strange sense of fondness for him.

K: “Dust is a cutie, right?”

C: He immediately choked on his water and coughed deeply. “W- what?”

K: Chuckling, he simply cast Cross a wink.

H: “Heh, yeah… Bunny is cute.”

C: … “W- well, I suppose? Summer fairies are usually… pretty.”

D: …

K: “Oh! Hi, Dusty!”

C: !!

There is a lot of teasing in the beginning. Cross is easy to pull along and he’ll always take the bait, but the trio will eventually give him a break and he’ll come to tease and joke together with them, even sometimes making them laugh heartily with a terrible pun. Even Dust will snicker, which Cross will see as a massive win.

C: “So… this isn’t a clubhouse?”

H: “No? It is my and Dust’s home.”

C: “Oh…”

H: … “We can build a clubhouse… if you want?”

C: His cheeks bloomed, and he hid within the fluff of his collar, yet he sheepishly nodded.

H: He grinned and gently pet Cross’ skull.

Cue Horror immediately setting to work on a clubhouse for the four of them within the branches of the tree he calls home. Cross is eager to help, Dust lends support to Horror now and again, and Killer is entirely unhelpful and will often be chased away for either stalling the work of accidentally breaking something. Dust will be set on guard duty to make sure he behaves. Killer doesn’t approve of it, and sulks near the end of the clubhouse’ completion but lightens up once he’s allowed to partake in creating a group nest for them all.

C: “A friendship nest…” muttered Cross to himself as he smiled softly at the sight of the cushions, the moss, the leaves, the silks, and the wool thrown about haphazardly (curtesy of Killer.)

K: “A friendship with benefits nest,” teased Killer, and wiggled his brows at Cross.

D: “Don’t be gross,” said Dust, and laid down upon a rather large cushion, specifically the one handmade by Horror.

H: “Cloudberry cream?” asked Horror as he entered through the doorway of the nest. “It’s fresh,” said he, and grinned.

K: “Gimmie gimme!”

H: “Share.”

K: “Auh…”

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TAKE CARE OF YOU (SAM X LITTLE! READER)

WORD COUNT: 813

Authors Note: This is my first time writing! I made it for fun so sorry if it isn't perfect 😖

Warning(s): Sam cusses like once lol

It was friday, and even though it was only 2nd period, the day had been extremely stressful. First, you didn’t hear your alarm go off, so you had less than 10 minutes to get ready and leave. Then, you spilled water on your shirt on the way to 1st period, and by the time you cleaned up yourself and the floor, the bell had rang and you were late. Finally, by the time you got to class, you realized there was a test, a test you didn’t study for. So here you are in 2nd period: Stressed, tired, annoyed, and upset. Fortunately though, your friend Sam was in that class to cheer you up. As usual, he wasn’t doing any work, just leaned back in his chair and reading a new comic he bought at Frog’s Comic Shop.

“You know, I’d allow you to borrow any of my comics if you were ever interested in reading them.” Sam looks at you, smiling and closing his comic book to pay attention to you. “Mhm..” You reply, mustering up a smile and a slight nod. You weren’t really in the mood for conversation. You were nervous. In the privacy of your home, you usually regressed to combat stress, and it was always voluntary. So when you felt yourself slipping, you were confused and nervous. You had never regressed involuntarily before, and what made it worse was that it was in front of Sam. What would he think? Would he make fun of you? These thoughts were running around your mind when you finally hear a familiar voice snap you out of it. “Hey… is everything ok?” Sam speaks up, tilting his head that has a concerned expression on it. He rests his hand on your back and leans in a little closer. “Just… stressful day… n… noth…” You try to speak, but everytime you do your voice starts slipping into your little voice. You try to stop it but your brain does it anyway. You regressed. He giggles at you. “Are you regressing?” He asks, his contaigious smile flashing his teeth at you. Your eyes grow wide. He knows what age regression is? He tells by your facial expression that you are and laughs. “I do that shit all the time!” He admits. You just look at him im awe, some because of his response, some because toddler brain. He grabs your hand and holds it. “Hey… you can regress in front of me… its okay.” He tells you, his voice gentle.

The bell rings and it’s now free period. “Do you have anywhere to go?” Sam asks, picking up his stuff and throwing his backpack on. “Nuh uh.” You reply, also picking up your stuff. “Then you should hang out with me, I’ll take care of you.” He takes your hand and leads you out of the classroom. He takes you out to the courtyard and you both sit under a tree. It’s spring in Santa Carla, so it’s very bright and sunny outside. Sam reaches in his bag and pulls out a pink marker. He always had different stationary stuff in his bag to doodle with in class instead of pay attention. “Gimmie your arm cutie.” He uses a petname on you and you cant help but smile and giggle at him. You give him your arm and he starts to draw on it. He draws hearts, stars, and, of course, the superman symbol. You watch him, kicking your legs and mindlessly chewing on your thumb. You quietly babble and giggle to yourself, to nothing and everything at all. Sam stops and looks up at you, giggling with you. “How old are you silly?” He asks, taking the thumb out of your mouth. “Uhhh…” You reply, smiling and shrugging your shoulders. He giggles are your response. “Well you're definitely too little to be at such a grown up school!” He teases, making you just giggle more. “Someone got attacked by the giggle monster today didn’t they?” he coos at you. ”Nuh uh!!” You protest, but your uncontrollable giggling just proves his point. He goes back to drawing on your arm until you slowly unregress. It’s about 5 minutes until next period.

“Hey, sam… thank you…” You tell him. He stops drawing on you and looks up, realizing you aren’t regressed anymore. “Of course! I would want someone else to do the same if I regressed at school!” He replies, smiling and putting up the marker, your arm now covered in drawings. “So… you regress?” You ask. “Yeah, for fun, but I’ve never accidentally regressed like you just did.” You both stand up and gather your things. “Well, if you ever did I’d take care of you.” You smile at him, hearing the bell ring.

“Thank you, cutie.”

[silent-raven13]

Let's prank them!

Miles sat next to his boyfriend, the two chilling at HQ after a mission they finished together. He had a thought, "You know, what!"

Hobie being busy playing his guitar while his boyfriend lay on his shoulder, "What is it, darling?"

"Gwen and Pav always play tricks or pranks on us. Why don't we do it to them?" Miles asked, with his doe eyes on his lover.

"You're right. Hmmm, what do you have in mind, Sunflower?" The nineteen year old punker asked.

Miles tap his chin then grins widely, "I know!" The eighteen year old went to whisper in his boyfriends' ear, who started to grin from ear to ear.

"Darling, that's barmy! I love it." Hobie said hearing his boyfriend giggling.

Later Gwen and Pav were having their lunch while talking about the latest mission. Miles caught them with his own tray, "Hey guys! Been awhile since we had lunch together? Mind if I sit here?"

"Sure, dude!" Gwen opens a seat for him, "Sit here, man! Yeah, my home world been kicking my ass."

"Mines too!" Pav groans, "Ugh, so many things going on. I just needed a breather!"

"Same!" Ghost-spider nodded.

"So how was you and Hobie? You guys aren't busy?" Pav asked.

"We're fine. We do have a hard time seeing each other, before we would visit each other all the time." Miles explained as he opens his ketchup packets for his fries and burger, "and now we see each other once a week if we get lucky."

"Awe, man. That sucks!" Gwen said out loud.

"Yeah, I miss my pookie." Miles cutely pout.

Pav and Gwen look at each other confused. What? "Pookie...?" They asked.

Miles nodded, "Yeah, my pookie bear!"

"Pookie bear..." Pav tilting his head, "What is a pookie bear?"

"Is that Hobie's new nickname?" Gwen didn't like it, sounded too mushy and cutesy for her.

"Yup, my pookie bear! I miss him so much." He sighs dramatically, "We rarely see each other."

"Darling, there you are!" Hobie lift his boyfriend's chin up standing behind him.

The eighteen year old happily gasps, "Pookie!"

"Yes, your Pookie Wookie is here. Sit on daddy's lap, luv." Hobie casually said as he sat next to Miles. Then, he pick up his boyfriend to sit on his lap.

"Pookie Wookie?" Gwen slowly asked almost being grossed out by this weird lovey dovey thing those two were doing. "What the hell is a pookie wookie?"

"Is it those little bears from Star Wars?" Pav asked out loud, he winced when Miles and Hobie pressed their foreheads together while muttering cute things to each other. "Awe, that's so cute and so not uncomfortable to watch!"

"I love you, baby." Miles nose rub against his boyfriend.

"No, I love you, luv." Hobie kisses Miles' nose.

"No, I love you." Miles giggles.

Gwen could only look at them being weirded out, "Uhhh, do you know we're here, right?"

"No your so cute."

"No you, darling."

"No you. Gimmie a kiss, pookie bear!" Miles wrap his arms around Hobie's neck.

"Like this." Hobie kisses Miles.

"Yeah." Miles giggles again. They give multiple pecks.

Not only Pav and Gwen were weirded out by this, but some Spider-heroes passing by them had to slowly walk by looking so confused at the two. The sight of mushy gooey flirting got some of them uncomfortable.

"My cutest pookie!" Miles hums, "Your so cute! I miss you!"

"I miss you, too!"

They kept kissing trying to hold in their laughter. They didn't dare to look at their friends, knowing they were disgusted by this sight. It's just too funny. "You're my cutie patootie!" Miles began.

"You're my pookie." Hobie grins widely.

Pav stood horrified by the display, it's too cute for his liking. The kissing and holding each other was too much. Gwen tries to pretend to eat but the pet names got worst.

"You're my snookums! My stud muffin." Miles said.

"You're my Sweetheart, my honey butter biscuit!"

"Your my lover boy!"

They began doing kisses while snuggling each other. "Mwah. Mwah! Mwah!" They nose kiss.

Gwen had enough, "Okay! That's it, my lunch is ruined! You guys, stop!"

"Yeah, I'm getting very uncomfortable!" Pav admits trying to avoid their looks. "All this pookie and kissing is being too much!"

"Yeah, what's up with you two? You guys, never acted like-" Gwen's blue eyes squint seeing their faces holding in their laughter. "You assholes! This was a prank!"

"Come on, it was only fair!" Miles chuckles.

Hobie laughs, "You should've seen both your faces!"

"What? So all that was a prank!" Pav took a moment and said, "Touché."

"Serve you two right for always pranking us!" Miles wraps his arms around his boyfriend, "We thought this will teach ya,"

"Oh and the Spider-heroes around us too?" Gwen asked.

"As long as you two were weirded out." Miles grins widely then turn to Hobie, "Right, pookie!"

"Right." Hobie chuckles, "I'm actually like that."

"You do!" Pav asked out loud. "It's such a... gross nickname!"

Miles looks at his boyfriend's eyes, "I like it, too. But I like calling you, my stud muffin."

This time they were being serious. "You like it when I called you, my honey butter biscuit." Hobie purrs lowly.

"Huh uh!" Miles tackles him into a deep kissing.

"Oh brother, here they go again!" Gwen scoff.

"Should we leave them?" Pav asked.

"Yes!" The two got up to eat lunch somewhere else

Miles and Hobie being busy in their deep tongue kissing while Spider-heroes around the couple were looking at them. They had a mixture of being weirded out and surprised. Miguel was called over to give Miles and Hobie a lecture about public decency.

[slashingdisneypasta]

PLATONICFAMILIAL!Toon Patrol x Smartass’Daughter!Reader || Oneshot [Part 5]

Title: Peace Treaty

Notes:

By ‘fat naked guy’- Wheezy means Porky Pig.

And yes (: Jessica managed to find the only restaurant around in the 40’s that’s strictly no smoking. XD Goodluck, Wheezy my man.

The next one will be split into sections- each of the weasels POV’s will be incorporated.

Plot: Y/N's first birthday party with her family- plus her best friend, Ritchie, and his parents... Roger and Jessica Rabbit.

Warnings: Cursing (Wheezy uses 'damn' and 'goddamn' a lot, and there's a couple f bombs), Greasy being creepy, and chaos.

Wheezy Weasel’s POV

This party’s gonna be… interesting.

Roger and Jessica Rabbit are gonna be there, cuz Y/N got real close with their kid, and I guess they’re ‘best friends’ or something now. Pfft, I’m her best friend round here, always have been always will be- but whatever, I guess.

Anyway, Jessica picked the place- some place called Porky’s with a huge indoor playground, because 1. It’s a kids birthday party. And 2. She wasn’t about to come to our apartment. Thought we’d kidnap her, or something, which- ehhhhhhhh, Greasy might, honestly. Its uncomfortable, sure, but it’s true. Idiot.

So, when we arrive at the place - Wasn’t hard to find. Couldn’t miss it. There’s a sign with that fat naked guy on top the size of Russia, - Jessica and Roger are already there. The boss sure isn’t amused that they were early, but it is what it is, and- ohhhh fuck. No smoking sign on the front door.

The boss sees the sign, too, just before he pushes it open and moves inside, and huffs- one more thing he has to worry about, I guess. This is gonna be a rough 2 hours.

The table they reserved is by the playground, so we can see the kids, and across from a big TV playing some sorta sporting event that maybe can distract me from my smokes? Just gotta ask the guy at the bar what the rules are. What? I don’t know a damn thing about soccer. When we reach the table, the rabbit kid - Ritchie, - is already so damn excited- I think he’s gonna pee himself (Let’s say if he does, I get to go out and take a 20-minute smoke break). When he sees Y/N, wandering after us at Stupid’s heels, he bounds over and wraps her up in a hug.

… that was cute, I’ll admit it.

“Took you guys long enough,” Jessica comments in that drawl of hers, standing up to greet us, and I roll my eyes. She’s about to say something else, but Y/N then gives Ritchie a little peck on the cheek- and she pauses. She ‘Aw’s. Because- while she might hate us, she sure loves Y/N. And I don’t blame her. Y/N’s actually the sweetest little weasel ever - yes, we’re all surprised that came from Smartass’ genes, -, somehow cheery 90 percent of the time, and if anyone hurts my little cutie pie they’re not gonna see the light of day again, let me tell you.

… Mostly cuz the Boss’ll track ‘em down and Dip ‘em, but I’ll get some kicks in before he does.

“Traffic,” Smartass mutters dryly, before sitting down across from her- beside Roger, who gulps. I take that as my okay to sit down too, a seat down from Ms Rabbit. While no one’s looking I light a cigarette and hold it under the table- I can take drawls when no ones looking. Gimmie something here-

For fucks sake Greasy. You have to regulate yourself, dude. He sits down next to me- right next to her, a recipe for trouble- and man I gotta take a drag. The guy can be so smart… but also dumber than a box of rocks, jesus christ. Stupid sees me as he sits down beside the boss, and I give him a shhh gesture. Don’t worry buddy, I got this. Just don’t let the boss know about it.

Stupid nods hurriedly, giving a little giggle. Okay good.

Psycho’s sitting down beside Roger, of course, which is almost as bad as Greasy sitting himself next to Jessica - the rabbit is shaking, now, -, Y/N gets the head of the table cuz she’s the birthday girl, and her little friend’s by her side. If this is the official seating configuration for the day… I have some concerns.

Since Y/N and Ritchie have been hanging out, Roger has gotten a smidge better with dealing with us, but the boss and Psycho still terrify him just being nearby- that’s a good thing, though, I think. If he wasn’t, then they’d have to go and do something to scare him again, and that… could get messy.

“Happy B-B-Birthday, Y/N!!” Roger calls, waiving at her from down the table.

Nodding, Jessica leans down and gives Y/N a kiss on the forehead. “Yeah, happy birthday honey,” Y/N looks wide eyed after the kiss, almost starry-eyed, and I don’t blame her- but for different reasons. She loves Jessica right back. Looks up to her even. Adores her, even.

I think it’s got something to do with not really having a female influence. But damn... c’mon, baby girl- you got 5 awesome weasels right here to be your role-models! Well- four. Greasy’s not the best.

Three. Psycho needs to seek serious psychological help.

… Two, I hope she don’t start smoking like me. You know what? Maybe she should look up to Jessica-

“Thank you!” Y/N grins, cheesing all sweet at them both. And yeah- she even likes Roger. She seems to like everyone she meets, somehow. It’s a mystery to me, but I guess that’s just her. A fricken angel.

“What kinda presents have you got so far, sweetie??”

“Oh!” Counting on her fingers, like we taught her, Y/N starts listing the presents we got her; Pronouncing her words clearly. A-fricken-dorable. “Daddy gave me a pillow case that he made with me and everyone on it!” At this Roger and Jessica look oddly at Smartass, and he gives them the same smug grin he gave us earlier. Because yeah, apparently the boss can sew, And he's pretty good, too. The pillowcase in question is impressive. Jokes on him, though- he’s gonna be patching up all our clothes from here on out. I would feel bad… but I’ll take the free help where I can get it. Sorry boss. “Wheezy got me a drawing book and some crayons- I already drew an elephant, and he said it was soo good! I got a reallllyyyyy big teddy bear from Greasy- like, bigger than me! Stupid got me building blocks- so many. I made a house that daddy could fit in! And Psycho got me lollies! Like, my favourite kind. And lotssss of them. They’re living in the block house, now.” With a grin and closing her eyes, Y/N rubs her tummy. “Mmmm- mm!”

“Mhmm,” Greasy nods, a lecherous grin on his face as he leans over to Jessica. “And that is not the only thing I have that is big- ay!” I elbow him in the stomach a little too late… but you know what? It felt good. So that’s alright. And I’m assuming he would prefer that to the giant motherfucker hammer Jessica keeps in her goddamn cleavage. Greasy, hunched and holding his stomach, turns to glare at me- and notices the smoke between my legs. So instead of giving me the evil eye, he sighs.

… hm… yeah, sorry handsy-mcgee, but I don’t really care how you feel about this. It’s necessary, so I don’t bite you next time you try it with that woman.

“Uh, yeah. That present over there looks pretty big- “Gesturing to the box the size of our apartment at the end of the table that Roger and Jessica must’ve brought, I tap my smoke subtly against my knee so ash falls off the end. The box's wrapped in red and yellow paper, and it’s got a big ass blue bow on top. “I say its present time again. Whadaya say, Y/N?” I ask, making Y/N’s eyes light up.

 “… can I please?” She asks Jessica, Roger and Ritchie, a timid smile on her lips- even as she buzzes in her seat. A glance at Jessica’s face tells me all I need to know about what she’s thinking. She’s thinking how good Y/N’s manners are, and I can’t help myself- I gotta shoot my shot. Leaning backwards in my chair to get her attention behind Greasy's back and get a good look in those pretty eyes of hers, I flash a short grin.

“She gets it from me.”

Immediately she rolls those pretty eyes, and returns her attention immediately to Y/N. Eh, I shrug and return to the table. It was worth a try. Can’t blame a guy for trying- Greasy, stop looking at me.

Fully offended and betrayed, Greasy slowly narrows his eyes at me. Until he’s squinting. Like an idiot.

I Ignore him, taking a drag of my cigarette while Smartass’ looking at the menu.

“Course you can, darling.” Jessica replies to Y/N, and she promptly hops down off her seat and climbs up on the one closest to the present. Ritchie goes with her and helps her unwrap it on the other side, and its… a… goddamnit its a cubby house. I’m gonna have to build that when we get home. So, sighing while Y/N gets all worked up and excited, I take another hard drag of my smoke.

“Oooh, aren’t they adorable together??~~ ” Roger suddenly sighs, while Y/N and Ritchie are busy squealing about what they can do in the house and what their ‘club name’ is gonna be, getting the adults’ attentions. There are hearts in his eyes that freak me the hell out. “I can already hear wedding bells~~~ “

-I almost choke on smoke, removing the cig to glare dangerously at the rabbit. What was that?? That little girl aunt marrying nobody, until she’s 30, first of all- and they have a steady job, an insurance police, and-

“My daughter ain't marrying no rabbit!” Smartass growls, slamming his fist onto the table suddenly beside his menu and baring his teeth at the little imbecile next to him who’s sinking into his seat. I nod- and they can’t be a rabbit, either.

“Duh, the guy has to be really handsome and nice and treat her right!~ “ Stupid pipes up.

“And have money!” Psycho adds. “Dowry’s are very important in weasel weddings.”

“He must have style.” Greasy thinks, like its obvious.

“Insurance, and healthcare.” Honestly, it’s like they don’t even care about Y/N.

“… And what if she likes girls??” Jessica asks, voice lowered and ready to strike; an eyebrow raised.

And well, none of us are homophobes- but one of us is real opportunistic. “Well then it’s a good thing she has me to teach her how to charm them, eh señorita?~” Greasy leers once again, licking his chops at Jessica and leaning dangerously close to her- half off his seat.

Before he can touch her, though, or Smartass can throw something at him, Jessica trips his chair and he falls over. Which makes Y/N giggle, from over by the cubby.

“Then she’s doomed… “Jessica sighs, not even looking at him sprawled pathetically on the damn floor, which I am. C’mon man, get it together.

She’s right, though, poor kid-

“- Hey Daddy,” Y/N suddenly appears at her father side, and he turns in his seat to raise a brow at her. Yeah? “Can I go play in the playground now with Ritchie?”

“Yeah sure, kid. Stupid’ll come in after ya when your foods here.”

“Uhuhhh, I will!!”

“Thank you daddyy!” Giving her dad a cute little thigh pat, Y/N turns around bounces off to the playground with that rabbit kid. Yep- bounces. He’s rubbing off on her and damn, its gotta stop. The girl cannot be bouncing through life, no ones gonna be scared of her that way. “I’m gonna scale it!!”

Roger looks alarmed, at that - he must be all too familiar with the dangers of play equipment to, be fair, after that short with that creep Herman at the playground, -, but none of the rest of us react. The boss just looks at the menu once more, she can scale the playground if she wants.

“Oh- wait, what is she gonna eat??” Jessica pipes up, partly alarmed also, for one of them is gonna have to go in after her and find her in that playground maze- but, luckily, boss’s a good dad.

He recites Y/N’s order without looing up- and it’s a complicated one. Our girl’s picky as hell, growing up with Greasy’s high standards and experimenting with Psycho and Stupid will do that. -And the boss knows exactly what his little weasel likes, anyway. He knows it without even looking up from his menu.

… Jessica looks slightly impressed again at him, and I release a short chuckle.

Cuz yeah- he’s good.

~ “-Señora!! Come back!” Greasy calls after a retreating back, turned around in his seat.

“- Come here, little raaabbiiitttt… hehehe… “Psycho giggles, tip-toeing after a terrified bunny.

“- OY! STOP SMOKING IN THE DINING ROOM!” A manager yells, spotting me. Oh, fuck-

“- Yeahh Rogerrr… come back here!” Stupid laughs, following behind Psycho.

“- Oops,” I shrug, nervously. That manager does not look like a fun, easy-going kind of guy.

“- Get away from me.” Jessica hisses, scowling and heading round the table.

“- This is why we can’t go to nice places!” The boss finally gives in, the chaos building around him too much to not be furious at, and throws a plate at Greasy- knocking him out immediately. He flops to the ground like a rag.

“THAT’S IT! ALL OF YOU, OUT!”

-annnnnd, we’re all kicked outta the restaurant, Greasy’s unconscious body chucked out after us. “AND STAY OUT!” Yep, shoulda assumed this would happen. Oh well, at least I can smoke, now-

As Roger nervously frowns and asks, ‘Gee, hey aren’t… a-a-aren't Ritchie and Y/N... still in there??’, and Smartass and Jessica promptly lose their damn minds, rushing up to the door again and demanding to be let back in, Greasy slowly wakes up next to me. He’s confused.

“How did I get here?... “

“You were bein’ a pervert.” I offer helpfully, lighting a couple cigs. He nods, like ah…

Y/N and Ritchie appear at the door, then, looking through the glass at us… unsurprised, honestly. Y/N’s got her arms crossed and she’s tapping her foot on the ground, looking like the spitting image of her dad, while Ritchie’s laughing maniacally and… huh, yeah, maybe I don’t mind the guy. I’d laugh too, seeing this. All the adults in their lives all out on our asses in the street.

Yeah… that’s pretty funny. Heh.

“… sweetheart, could you let daddy back inside?” Smartass tries, but you can tell he doesn’t really expect her to help him- he knows what’s gonna happen- he knows her. And she’s him.

… For a moment though, she actually looks responsive to his request, and I raise a brow. Oh really, kid-

“Come this way Miss, the cake is ready!” The manager suddenly appears behind both the kids though, gesturing towards our table which now has a huge (Favourite flavour) cake set on it- Jessica and Roger must have set that up before we got here. “We heard you’re a fan of (favourite flavour)?... “

“I told them.” Ritchie grins, tapping Y/N's shoulder and nodding.

You don’t have to tell Y/N twice that there’s cake- she leaves us in the dust rushing back to the table. Smartass is left shaking a fist after the manager.

[completely-normal-about-trolls]

Beta Bonfire

Part 2 to Poppy's Secret Stash

@vacayisland

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Poppy smiled and stared at the now half-empty bookshelf. Her and Branch had spent the better half of a day going through each scrapbook she had made, deciding if it was worthy to stay or if it should be thrown out. She had a large box full of books to burn, and another, smaller box full of books she wanted to keep. She planned on bringing them tonight to pass around the bonfire they were having. "Do you think we should bring some marshmallows or hot dogs?"

"I don't think so," Branch said, effortlessly picking up the heavier box. "Jd and Bruce said they were taking care of the food. We just need to bring the fuel."

"Alright." Poppy picked up the lighter box and led Branch out of the pod. They walked to the edge of Pop Village, where Viva was already waiting with Floyd.

"¡Hola hermana!" Viva called out. "Thanks for inviting me tonight! I'm super psyched to be here tonight! What are we doing again?"

"We're burning some of my old scrapbooks! One of my friends is coming tonight to burn some of hers, too," Poppy said, setting her box down. "It's just the ones that are badly written, or make the boys uncomfortable. The big box is getting burned, but this one-" She pointed to the box at her feet. "Is staying untouched. I just wanted to show you some of my fantast-amazing work."

"Ooooh! Is there one about Clay?" Viva asked with a bright smile. "Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!"

Poppy just giggled and tossed a book over to her. "Knock yourself out, Viva." Poppy and Branch got to work making a pile with books and sticks, trying to place everything just right to account for maximum airflow and a long burn time.

"Need some more scrapbooks?" Someone asked as they came closer.

Poppy turned around and smiled brightly. "DJ!" She ran over and hugged her before taking the box away. "It's been forever! How've you been?"

"Pretty good! Lex is so nice and caring, and I have never been to so many raves in my life before! I swear, every celebration of any kind, there's a rave! It's so cool!"

"I thought Techno Reef was underwater. How to breathe down there?" Branch asked as he put her books in the pile.

"Bubble helmet," Suki said simply. She smiled and sat down by Viva, laying back on her hands and basking in the glow of the sunset. "I did miss the sun, though. You don't get a lot of light down there."

"Very true..." Poppy and the other made small talk as they waited for the rest of their little group. DJ and Viva were quick to become friends, and spent most of the time looking over the scrapbooks that weren't supposed to be burned. Poppy was able to get Floyd to spill about Branch's childhood, about the dance rehearsals, family sing-a-longs, and the everyday life in between. Poppy was gushing and giggling, giving Branch many, many hugs while he just smiled and rolled his eyes.

Eventually, JD rolled up with other two brothers in tow and Rhonda a safe distance from the fire. "Hey! Who's the cutie with the headphones?" JD asked as he got closer.

"That's my friend, DJ Suki. She lives in Techno Reef with her boyfriend~" Poppy said with a giggle.

"Me and Trollex are keeping it casual right now, so no he is not my boyfriend~" DJ said, copying Poppy's tone at the end.

"I give it two more weeks before you become official," Poppy teased with a smile.

DJ just rolled her eyes and got back to the scrapbook she had.

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A few hours had passed and the sun had set on Pop Village, leaving the little get-together illuminated only by the (very glittery and sparkle-y) bonfire. Poppy had been silent for a while, munching on raw s'mores ingredients while she wrote. Branch watched her carefully, noticing how her lips parted softly as she mumbled the words back to herself. Sometimes, she would scrunch up her nose and drag her eraser wildly across the page. Every once in a while, she would look up and bob her head side to side, as if she was trying to rattle the words out of her brain before going back to her writing.

"Whatcha got there, Popstar?" DJ eventually asked, breaking the Queen out of her trance.

"Oh, just working on some more fanfiction," Poppy commented before reaching for a marshmallow.

"No scrapbooks?" Branch asked with a little smile and eyebrow raise.

"Yeah. If we're gonna burn this again, it would be safe to avoid another glitter fire," she said, pointing to the bonfire as she got back to writing.

"Yeeeeaaah...." Bruce said, staring at the sparkles. "I don't think that's good for the environment...."

"Well... Let's just hope everything is ok until it isn't," Branch said simply.

"Anyway!" Viva exclaimed, trying to change the subjct off of ruining the environment. "Whatcha writing now?" She asked, trying to peek over her sister's shoulder. "Please tell me it's a sequel to Into the Brozone!"

"Hey, hey! No peeking!" Poppy giggled as she pushed her away. "It's just a first draft. But it's another book in The Dory's Pet series."

The brothers all gave an audible groan. "Seriously?" Clay asked. "How many have you written of those?"

"32!" Viva said confidently. "I counted them after I read them."

"33 if you include the one she threw out the window," DJ commented.

"How did you know about that?" Poppy asked.

"It hit me in the head," she said, pointing to the light purple bruise. "You need to watch where you're aiming."

"I wasn't really aiming anywhere...." Poppy mumbled. She felt a presence behind her and turned quickly, seeing Viva looking over her shoulder again to try and read her first draft. "I said no peeking!" She squealed, playfully smacking her and scooting away.

"Oh, c'mon! Just a little sneak peek?" Viva begged. "Just a little snippet. Please please please?"

"Alright, alright. It's just a first draft, so it's not the greatest," Poppy said as she sat upright. "Don't judge me." As everyone scooted just a little bit closer, leaning in to hear better, Poppy cleared her throat and began to read.

"The rain beat heavily against the window pane, a constant rhythm, a calming sound for all to hear. Which was interrupted by a hiss and a groan, followed by the clinking of metal.

"'Couldn't you be more careful?' Branch said, propping himself on his elbows to try and see what his nurse was doing. He was not-so-kindly shoved back down, forced to lie flat while she worked.

"'Be more careful?' Poppy asked. 'Like how you were careful when you got shot 12 times?' She said coldly, forcing another bullet out. She began to pour some rubbing alchohol on the wounds, ignoring his pained groans and hisses."

"Why am I the one who got shot?" Branch interrupted, faking a hurt look.

"Because you're the love interest," Poppy explained. "I can easily switch it to John Dory."

"Please no," JD said quickly.

Poppy gave him an evil smile and got back to reading. "She made quirk work of sewing up the wounds, tuning out his excuses. 'I don't care what you have to say! You need to be more careful! One of these days, I won't be around and you're gonna bleed out in an alley!' She stood up and threw the gloves away, hastily wiping her eyes.

"'I don't need you to care for me like damn child,' Branch growled, starting to wrap his torso with a bandage-"

"It's called gauze," Branch interrupted.

"¡Cállate!" Viva yelled.

"As I was saying..." Poppy said.

"'I don't need you to care for me like damn child,' Branch growled, starting to wrap his torso with a bandage. 'I can take care of myself.'"

"'Then why do you keep me around?' Poppy said shakily, trying to stave off her tears as she poured herself a glass of whiskey."

"You sure a little lady-" Clay said, trying to begin a joke.

"¡CÁLLATE!" Viva yelled. "Go on," she said as she turned her attention back to Poppy.

"'You know damn well why we keep you around,' Branch said, getting off the bed as he finished wrapping his torso."

"'Right. I'm just your consolation prize...' Poppy said. 'Just a stupid trophy to make you happy.' She drank the whole glass in one go, tears finally spilling over and falling down her cheeks."

"'You're not just a trophy-' Branch tried to say."

"'Then what am I?!' Poppy exclaimed. 'What am I to you?! Because every damn day, you and your brothers go out there, almost die, and I'm supposed to take care of you! Do you realize how hard it is?! Having to make sure the people I care about the most in this world don't die because of me?! Having to save your life every day?! Because it's hard, Branch!' Tears fell down like waterfalls, coating her cheeks as she screamed at him. 'It's hard trying to make sure you don't die because of me! So what am I, Branch? Am I just your nurse? Am I supposed to stop loving you with all my heart, soul, and being and just make sure you don't die?! Because I will! I will stop caring and just make sure you don't die...'"

"The room was silent, only filled with Poppy's shakey breath and thw rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain. Branch took a step closer, and Poppy took a step back. Soon, Branch had her up against the wall, boxing her in with his arms as he glared at her. 'You really think I don't care about you...?' He said softly, a hint of anger in his voice."

"Poppy could respond. She just stared up, her voice caught in her throat and too scared to speak."

The group fell silent, staring at Poppy with wide eyes. It was certianly odd to see such a happy troll like Poppy to be so...angry and full of rage, screaming those words with such passion. "You ok, Poppy?" DJ asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I'm good! This is just how I channel my anger." She smiled at her and set the book aside.

"You know, I think Mr. Dinkles is taking new clients, if you want therapy," Branch said.

"Nah, I'm good." She set her notebook aside and held up a bag. "Are you guys gonna finish these? Because if not then I'm eating them all and you can't stop me."

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Cállate means "Shut up" in Spanish. I headcannon Viva being fluent in english and spanish

[velvetpoltergeist]

TW Blood!

I drew this lil cutie for multiple reasons. One being that I'm a pretty huge simp, but another is because I wanted to be able to have him on stream with me 🤭

Now, you can also have him as a plushie! (🔞as long as you're of legal age <3 🔞) I only ask, if you DO use this plushie anywhere online, pretty please, gimmi credit! Either this acct or my twitter! <3 Thanks!!

Tate Frost is from Frostbite, an 18+ game!!

Tate belongs to Scopophobia Studios / BileShroom / MasochistFox

I drew most of his tattoos myself, except the arm ones! Those were available on the Tate Frost twitter account!

Also, kind of related but kind of not; I maaaay make more out of the BtD guys...I also might make Vic, but idk.

[mello-jello]

JELLO its @gremlinelrics its me its JAZZY🤠✨! PLLEEASEE gimmie some hc’s about hanji being a levi simp i am begging!!💞💞

i love when levi down bad for hanji like yes, yes relatable yes. BUT we as a fandom dont talk abt hanji being down bad for levi enough 😤😤 which is a crime bc the concept of hanji being all 😳🤩 nd checkin out levi or just being so fond and such a SIMP for their hostile little dwarf cutie is just, *chefs kiss* !! so what kind of headcanons do you have in mind for this concept dear mello-jello fellow moose 💞💞??

YO THANK YOU FOR THIS. @gremlinelrics I agree Levi needs more attention. We stan the smol king.

Hange totally knows how to make good tea, bitch please! They just pretend so Levi will make it for them.

They get distracted during training watching him move. A short and bullish man so graceful? Fascinating. Also gets a good view of his ass 💯

Levi's hair is soooo fluffy and they constantly runs their hands through it. He complains that they'll grease it up again, but he washes it so often that it's never a problem.

They think he looks so cute when they push his hair back and they can see his entire face without the fringe in the way. It makes him look even younger and Hange thinks it's precious.

Hange loves Levi's dainty little hands. They are nimble and gentle looking yet they belong to humanity’s strongest. During meetings Hange often finds themselves watching Levi write, transfixed on the muscles and tendons moving underneath the skin. Imagining them around their neck.

Hange is the only one who's seen Levi cry. While they don't like seeing him in pain, they can't help but think how beautiful his eyes are.

When they saw the ocean for the first time, they thought of Levi’s eyes.

Yo Levi smells amazing. Hange takes a good long whiff of their jacket when he returns it.

After the time skip Levi has started developing crows feet. Hange doesn't say anything but they melt a little bit everytime they notice.

Hange would sometimes be all done in the lab at a normal reasonalble hour, but would take their time packing up and leaving, in hopes that Levi would show up.

Hange begged and begged for years to get Levi to teach them his backwards knife grip. They know he won't,  and they know they wouldn't be able to do it anyways, but it's an excuse to compliment the man. Levi is not boastful, but the technique is something he's secretly a little bit proud of and Hange knows it. Hange hype-man! But subtly 😘

Something about Levi wearing Hange’s jacket is just so hot, they think it should be illegal. The first time the jacket was loaned was because he didn't have anything else at the time, but then he'd specifically ask to borrow it. It's the one and only article of clothing they keep washed and ironed at all times.

Hange spends a significant amount of time thinking about what gifts to give Levi on his birthday. They nail it every year.

You know Levi in that shirt? Hange is also a fan of that shirt.

Levi is not accustomed to winters and Hange delights in his bitterness towards the cold. Because he is so pale, he gets red very easily. Hange learned to knit just to make him a scarf. Secret Ackerman romance hack.

Hange gets a real kick out of his poop jokes. They will intentionally set him up -even if it's at their own expense.

Levi likes to pretend he doesn't care about how food tastes. But when he eats something that is particularly good, Hange notices his eyebrows ever so slightly twitch up. They look for it whenever they eat together.

Levi usually follows behind Hange, but Hange is always aware of his position.

When Levi falls asleep on their lap, they trace their fingers up and down the bridge of his nose and along his brows. They are soft like duck down. His glabella (skin between eye brows) is relaxed and kinda squishy. They gently poke at it. Hange just adores how peaceful Levi looks when he's asleep.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Poofy.

Pt 3

Bakugo has been hit by a quirk that turns him into a giant angry Pomeranian

Bold words are Bakugo talking in his head.

Tags. @tspice283 @melmellimelon @tspice283

It was the next day and Bakugo was already awake and trotting around the house dumping clothes in front of you on the floor. He picked out clothes for you for the day. He had everything planned out; he was going to take you for a short walk to get your energy up and then he was going to take you to the dog park to rest. He still felt really bad over the stress he caused you yesterday and wanted to make it up to you.

Bakugo rubbed his wet nose on your cheek trying to wake you up. Cutie, cutie wake up. Nudge nudge. You rolled over nuzzling your face into the gauntlet plush still sound asleep. Bakugos eye twitched and he put his front paws on the couch glaring down at you. Hey, hey wake up. He bit into the blanket tugging it off you .

“Nhh…” you rolled over squeezing the gauntlet.

He licked your face till you opened your eyes. Cutie. Cmon get up, i got the whole day planned out for you.

“Sushi?” you put the gauntlet on the floor to see some clothes and a angry pomeranian looking at you. “Sushi whats wrong?”

Bakugo hopped off the couch and bit into your dress holding it up with his tail wagging. “A dress? “ you sat up taking the garment to look it over. “Did you get this from my room?” you asked the dog.

Yeah yeah, now cmon, go get ready. He barked nudging your legs to get you up and pressed his fore head against the back of your legs to get you to walk. Faster you get dressed the faster i can take you for a walk. Nudge nudge,

“Sushi? Im goin goin, do you want me to put this on?” you opened your door looking back to see the dog wagging his tail and smirking, “okay.. Are we going somewhere?” He barked again and you sighed with a smile. “Okay, gimmie a second.” you closed the door and Bakugo sat down to wait, feeling smug.

Bakugo had gotten you outside and was strutting down the street in front of you with his tail high. It was nice and warm out , perfect for taking your human for a walk. He made sure he did not walk too fast and made sure no one tried to bother you. He kept looking back at you to check if you were okay and each time he did you waved giggling. So cute, let me know if you get tired okay cutie? We can take a break, and if any dogs give you a hard time at this park you tell me okay?

“Sushi? Where are you taking me ?” you asked him trying to figure out where you were. “I think the park is nearby, are we going to the park?”

Bakugo slowed down so he was next to you and sat down.

“Sushi?” you kneeled down to bunch up his face. “You okay?”

Bakugo wanted to check on you, he was looking all over you and sniffing to make sure you were doing okay. The park was farther away than he remembered and he was not sure if you could make it. You seem okay cuite, but if you get tired you gotta tell me. He licked your face and you laughed hugging him and scratching his back. “Sushi!!!” you giggled getting back up. “Cmon lets go you little devil”

Heh heh, lucky your so cute

*

The dog park had maybe three other dogs in it, it was all fenced in with plenty of shade and special dog drinking fountains all over. Bakugo lead you over to a shady spot to sit you on the bench and dug his nose in your bag taking a bottled water out placing it on your lap. You opened it up holding it out to him and he shook his head sneezing. Thats for you cutie not me, i got my own water.

“Dont want any?” you screwed the cap back on and sighed happily looking forward. “Go play, we wont be here long okay?”

His tail wagged and he ran off. “Be nice!!” you yelled out and his grin flatlined. Ugnnn fine.

A dalmatian was chasing a ball along side a golden retriever and a great dane was watching Bkaugo dig a hole near you. He had no real interest in socializing, he just wanted to get you outside and get that energy up.

Dig dig dig dig dig dig DIG DIG DIG DIG. he grinned big and barked loudly sitting in the hole. Mine, he gave the other dogs the evil eye wagging his tail. The great dane went over and Bakugo got up cutting off his route. The great dane stopped to tilt his head at the rather large pomeranian. Bakugo growled deep and was tackled by the retriever and dalmatian, the great dane barked running in a circle and the dogs played all around with bakugo. Ow dammit!!! Get off a me !!!! he wiggled free running off down the field with the dogs chasing him. The dog park was very loud for a few minutes…

Bakugo had gotten the dogs off his tail and was nudging a lever on a drinking fountain. The water fell on his head and he growled rolling his eyes.ugnnn,,,.......... When am i gonna change back….. He took a drink. If i do turn back, will cutie still want me around?

“Sushi!!!’

He looked over after fixing the lever.

“Sushi ready to go home?”

I hope she still does want me around.. With a sigh he trotted over, his mind everywhere with his thoughts.

*

Back at home you were sitting on the floor criss cross brushing Bakugos fur. You looked tired to him and he did not want a brushing but you insisted on it. Was the walk to far ? were you tired? Did you have fun? If not we can do something else.

“Sushi? You okay? You seem distracted. You pet his head with a smile.

Cutie.. He leaned into you huffing lightly. “Must be tired hehe..” you giggled holding his face up so you could see him “how about we snuggle on the couch for some tv.

Bakugos tail wagged and you kissed his nose. That sounds grea-

Pop!

Bakugo looked around then down to see his hand and arm, he slowly looked back up to see you with wide eyes.

The quirk was gone.

[cottoncandyjester]

PLEASE I NEED MORE NSFW HEADCANONS OF UR OCS

Well since you asked oh so nicely

This contains:nsfw talk, spanking, salem being salem, degrading, public humiliation

Theodore

If you think he likes vanilla sex cause he's a gentleman you're wrong

Theo likes the thought of being tied up and dominated it's a thought he pushes down constantly

He definitely has a praise and worship kink both receiving and giving

His hands are his best skill

Gives amazing handjobs and is perfect at fingering

He is a giver in bed so he'll spend hours just making you cum over and over

He feels so embarrassed if you try to praise him in bed

He isn't usrd to feeling vulnurable

He hides his moans

If you want him to be loud ride him

He is only rough if he's jealous and only does it as an act of possession

"sweetie, my sweet angel..I'm sorry but I truly can't let this go. The fact that that walking idiot had the nerve to touch you while we were on a date. You'll forgive me for my roughness won't you my dear?"

Theodore's gentle tone didn't match his harsh grip on your hips as he leaned down to plant a harsh and steamy kiss along your neck. He was a person who didn't like being rough on his partner but there were times where it needed to be done

Axis

So he cries during sex

But we all knew that

He is a switch but either way he's sobbing and begging for more

When he is a top he is hugely into petplay

Prefers the nickname bunny for his lover

Will definitely buy you bunny petplay items for the bedroom and dress you up

He likes the soft feeling of the bunny tail so expect him to touch it 24/7 while he's fucking you

As a bottom he's submissive to the core

Definitely has a mommy/daddy kink

Touch is very important to him

He likes the feeling of silk and lace against his skin

He likes to blindfold you so you experience what he does

He is the type to remind you of the safeword over and over

He doesn't wanna be overbearing but he's always scared about making you uncomfortable

He is the type to drown you with praise and love

He just adores you to the point where the softest of touches makes him cum

Tie him up and he's whining

"[y/n], please- a-ahh I can't take it anymore"

Axis whimpered as he struggled against the restraints, the silk brushing against his wrists made him shudder at the delicate feeling. Tears streamed down his face as you bounced up and down on him riding him to the point of overstimulation

"hold on for a little longer, you'll be a good boy and do that right?"

"[y/n]! Yes! Yes! I'll be good just please let me cum!"

His sobbing was so cute that you just had to tease him some more..even if it made him sob

Hikaru

We know he adores degrading

Sex with him is rough and normally humiliating

He adores making you feel like utter garbage during sex

Of course this being said knocking him down a few pegs may be best

Hes totally into pegging

He is the type to show his lover off and show how submissive they are in the best and most embarrassing of ways

To him it's a show and he adores being the center of attention

"aren't they just so cute, writing and crying like that like a little slut"

Hikaru smiled sweetly as he turned the vibrator up using the remote in his hand. He was having a party and you were the main event, it was punishment for you being a brat before so showing you off like a prize infront of a bunch of people sounded like an utter delight.

"I think they are going to cum again, I suppose I should help them out"

Hikaru gave a long sigh as he walked towards you onto the stage where he tied you up to suffer, he leaned in close with a devilish grin as he watched your expression change to one of desperation and submission.

"come now piggy, you have to be louder than that if you are going to make a good host. What if I fuck you righr here infront of everyone? We can even hold an auction on who gets to stuff you next"

"n-no p-please-"

Hikaru cut you off by yanking your hair back roughly practially growling in your ear at this point.

"then be a good fucking slut mext time or I swear to God I'll sell you to the most disgusting rat I can find"

Hikaru moved back and turned to the crowd before giving a cute laugh before glancing back at you.

"how about we make this more entertaining hmm? After all we have all night to play with them"

Prince

He is very open minded to sex

Except being fucked, that scares the hell out of him

He will do it but he will be very vulnurable during it

He is very experienced so he is the type to take the lead

That being said he thinks its hot when you boss him around

He's horny all the time but he likes doing it in public

His favorite kink is definitely a daddy kink

Call him daddy and he's drooling

Is a master of teasing

He is so cocky during sex

His voice is sly 100% of the time

"You're just too cute babe"

A shaky breathing escapes you as prince teasingly flicked his tongue along your sex making sure to press his piercing against you in the best of ways.

Prince had exact one hour until he had to open the bar so he took this time to give you oral ontop of the bar as a reward for being so cute.

"your sounds are making me so damn horny, shit I just might have to fuck you right here and now you'll want thst right cutie?"

Yuki

Ah the underdog of the group

He is quite brutal

Heavy BDSM is his thing

Full on chains, whips and collars

Both receiving and giving

He is actually the type to be a giver in bed

He'll make you cum with tous over and over til you pass out

He takes that time to masterbate in hiding

He is very vulnurable when touching himself or receiving pleasure

He doesn't want you to see that side of him cause hes embarrassed

Plus he is insecure of his body cause he has scars along it

He is definitely in shibari and bondage as well as leather

Buying riding crops and paddles make him all giddy

He always makes sure you're comfortable though

Absolutely stop if you say the safeword

He doesn't have a huge sexdrive so when you two do have sex it last for hours

It's mostly just foreplay and trying new toys on you to see what they do

A shaky huff escaped yuki as he curled up more in the computer chair stroking himself to the image of you wrapped in leather, it was such a beautiful sight that it made him absolutely hard.

"[y/n]...[y/n]..."

His chanting of your name was low yet whiny as he felt close to climax, that feeling was soon ripped away from him when he felt your hand ripping his away from his cock.

"is this what you do when I'm not around? Wow..what don't want me to see your cock?"

"ah! Wai-"

You cut him off by moving his legs open more so sit on your knees in between them. He looked so shocked that you honestly found it adorable.

"relax yuki, I just want to please you okay?"

He turned his head away and gave a shaky nod soon shuddering when you wrapped your mouth around his length.

"ngh- [y/n]!"

Your eyes sparkled at the sight of his flushed face and you knew that you had to do this to him again

Salem

Oh boy..

Salem is an absolute animal

He loves sex so much that if he doesn't do it at least four times a day he will go through withdrawal

He likes it sloppy and messy

He is the one who is into darker and more dangerous kinks

From blood to biting

Being a cannibal he has to be careful with blood since too much can trigger him to really hurt you

You have to make sure to shout the safeword or he definitely won't hear you

All in all he is a wild lover

Try to deny him for too long and he's pouncing so make sure to keep your schedule clear for him

Eight hours, it's been so hours since salem fucked you and he was going crazy. He didnt understand why you had to do something dumb like have a boring job he offered to let you on his camshow but you always reject him.

When you returned home you couldn't help but stare at the messy house with furniture that had odd holes carved into them, you had a feeling you knew what those were for

"sale-ah! Wait!"

The male pounced you now sitting ontop of you and trailing his tongue along your neck dripping drool onto you as he grinded his hips against yours eagerly basically humping you.

"gimmie gimmie! Lets fuck already!"

"can't i close the front door first?"

You tried to reason with your boyfriend who was using his mouth to remove your clothes while his hands squeezed and fondled every inch of you he could.

"[y/nnnn]~ ahh!"

"Wha-mphff!"

Salem grabbed your face forcing your mouth open before drooling into it letting his saliva drip into your mouth before he gave you a loud sloppy kiss making sure to shove his tongue into your mouth.

it seems you weren't getting out of this easily.

[nymphaforesta]

20% too much of ya ask me 😉♥️ Such a damn cutie!!!! Like what! 🥴 Gimmi xx

look I need that 20% to go to work😩

[heroesreverie]

coughs,,,, gimmie some soft sero hcs if you could 🥺💓 ps ily & i hope you’re having a great day! ✨

a/n: ahh!!! express delivery for one of my favourite favourite authors! the person who made me completely fall head over heels for sero...i can’t recommend your writing enough! i’m honoured you’ve come to me for a request and i hope you enjoy

soft sero headcanons!

sero hanta is a lot of things, but average is not one of them

he’s had his eye on you ever since he first met you (cuties tend to catch his attention pretty fast, after all), but no matter how much his friends tease and encourage, he won’t go and talk to you

“shut up, what if they hear you? it’s not like they’d even look at someone as plain as me anyways”

mina and denki are especially relentless, and he only starts avoiding you more in fear that you’ll hear their teases

the only time he’ll ever properly tell them his feelings though, is when he’s high

they’re just chilling in his room when mina decides to start her interrogation

“they’re just...they’re just too good for me, y’know? they’re going to become someone brilliant, hell, they already are someone brilliant, and then...then there’s just me. who would ever go for me?”

the bakusquad does NOT like to see their friend this sad, so they begin to hatch a plan

they know you like him back...if only he could see the way you glance over at him during class, the way your face lights up when he does well in training...

you’d make his heart melt!

and so...operation sero + y/n love love extravaganza begins

(mina came up with the name)

it begins with kirishima casually suggesting a comic to you

“I think you’d really like it! Hey, I think Sero has a copy, I’m sure he’d lend it to you no problem! You should go ask!”

sero almost malfunctions when he opens the door and you’re standing there with a shy smile on your face

you compliment his room and his voice breaks when he thanks you

he vows never to look you in the eye again

next is kaminari 

“y/n! you’re super smart, right? Me and Sero aren’t doing so well in this class, so I figured...well, you’re such a kind person, surely you’d love to help us study, right?”

he conveniently “forgets” your little study date, and so you and sero are left awkwardly avoiding eye contact with each other at the cafe you agreed to meet at

despite both of your nerves...he’s an easy person to be around, and his nervous jokes soon have you chuckling, well distracted from your schoolwork

the sparks you feel in your heart when your hands accidentally brush together almost makes you lose your focus altogether

but, he did promise to meet with you to study, so he tries his best

“gahh, i’m sorry i’m not getting this, y/n! i really did look over this...it’s a wonder i’m in this school at all...”

what he’s not expecting is to feel your wide eyes burn holes into his skin as you look at him in bewilderment 

“what do you mean? hanta, you’re going to be a great hero. you belong at this school”

it’s 4pm in a small cafe and you’ve just called him by his first name when sero decides he has fallen hopelessly in love with you

you have a pen tucked behind your ear and your beverage staining your upper lip but he swears that one person has never looked so beautiful

the one who tells him such lovely words is the one his heart is made for

strangely enough, it’s bakugo who plays the final part

“what are you, stupid? if you like someone, you tell them. you’ve been moping about for long enough.”

although his words are harsh, the side-glance he throws sero is uncharacteristically caring as his voice lowers

“and...you two...would look good together, i don’t know. you deserve someone who makes you happy”

they are simple words, but at that very moment coming from that very person they are just what sero needed to hear

he sends you a quick text asking to meet up near an isolated part of campus

it’s quiet, and it’s pretty. it’s perfect for what he needs to say to you

you’re there waiting for him when he gets there, and he heart almost stops with how beautiful you look next to the spring dusk sky.

“i’m glad you asked me to meet up too. there’s something i need to tell you”

his heart skips a beat

“i want to tell you to go first, but i think i might combust if i don’t get this out right now” he nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his head.

“i lov-“

“i love you!”

it’s impossible to tell who said it first, and a blush quickly sprouts on both of your faces simultaneously, as if the two of your were intertwined by your confessions of love

sero finds it impossible to look away from your gaze as a warm, lovely feeling in his chest grows and grows, enveloping him in a feeling of utter bliss he didn’t know he needed

luckily, once your relationship is established, you two become a lot more comfortable with each other

even more luckily for you, that means you are the primary receiver of Hanta Cuddles

this man is a cuddle monster! at first he worries that his elbows will get in the way, but you are quick to disperse any concerns he may have

which means hugs at any time of day. his favourite type, however, are coming up behind you when you’re doing your thing and just enveloping you in his arms, inhaling your scent. the way you instantly relax into your lover’s embrace is quietly intoxicating to him, and he wants to savour this feeling forever

in close second, is when you are both gently rocking in his hammock and he’s holding you in his arms while sleep calls you both back and forth

getting to gaze at your sleepy face, and waking up to you gazing at him in return with adoration in your eyes makes him feel like he’s in heaven

for this reason he loves when you sleep over in his room, and he will almost insist on being the big spoon every time

it makes him feel like he’s protecting you, and that makes him feel worth more than anything

he’s your hero first, before anyone else.

steal his clothes. just do it. they are warm and cozy and smell like him and his heart will MELT

jokes are almost a constant once he’s not so shy around you. he will pull faces at you from across the class, whisper quips to you in training, and tell you such awful jokes when you two are alone that your stomach hurts with laughter and there are tears in your eyes

he thinks your laugh is brighter than the sun

nicknames are also a must-have for sero; although he loves saying your given name, your cute little blush when he comes up with a new pet name is too adorable to pass up on

his favourites include “sweetie” “princess” and once he even hit you with “my love”

he is actually quite a good cook! not quite on sato’s level, but good enough to surprise you with a bento box or a homemade dinner sometimes

and if you ever get him a gift in return...

he doesn’t come off as the type to be sentimental, but he treasures every single gift, word, and moment that you give to him

completely respects your choice and opinion on marriage, kids, etc

his main concern is your happiness, your happiness makes him feel complete

he wants to make you the happiest person on earth, and you give him to confidence to believe he can.

sero hanta’s love is anything but average. his love is wonderful. it is amazing, incredible, over-whelming, engulfing, comforting, eternal.

and he wants to share it all with you.

[chasseurdeloup-retired]

A Moment of Rest || Morgan and Kaden

TIMING: Before the cabin in the woods  LOCTAION: Woods PARTIES: @mor-beck-more-problems and @chasseurdeloup SUMMARY: A very normal picnic in the woods with a surprise guest.

“You could look happier to be out in the sunshine, you know. There’s not even any mushrooms in sight.” Morgan said. She spread out the picnic blanket in the shade, and settled down, a little smug today at being beyond heat exhaustion and squirming when she started to sweat through her cami. Corpse chill was so severe, she wasn’t even sure if she would sweat anymore. Morgan squished down the thought, determined to maintain it as a positive. She could look cute in any kind of weather. She didn’t even need ice baths like Deirdre did. Shaking back her hair, she gestured for Kaden to come sit. “In honor of us needing a serious break, and your favorite band of all time, I’ve got a mamma mia mimosa for you, a super trooper brain smoothie for me, and gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie waffles. Obviously, I can’t tell how much better they are from my last ones, but I’m feeling really confident about how I tweaked the batter. If nothing else, these are at least twice as fluffy. Come on, you know you want some, right?”

“I don’t even want to think about the mushrooms, thanks,” Kaden said as he found a spot on the picnic blanket across from Morgan. “I don’t even know how to begin explaining that one to Regan. She’s finally not five fucking inches so it’d be nice if we could get a two second reprieve from the fae bullshit.” Not to mention, he still wasn’t completely sure about the details on these mushrooms, he just knew he wasn’t ready to face whatever they were going to do to Regan. Part of him considered asking Morgan for advice but no, this was supposed to be a break. Maybe later. He sighed and was about to reach for the mimosa when he heard her little intro. Kaden sat there, blinking at her, fully ready to get up and walk the fuck away. “Erin fucking told you, didn’t she?” Putain. That was his guilty pleasure, not something he wanted out in public. It was embarrassing enough admitting it, he didn’t need ABBA rubbed in his face like that. Still, clear enough she meant well. Teasing. That’s all it was. Like they were friends or something. Fine. “Only if you quit making fun of me, dead girl.” He grumbled a little as he took the waffles from her. “And don’t tell Deirdre.”

“Don’t you know, Kaden? Up in White Crest you don’t think about fairy mushrooms; fairy mushrooms think about you.” Morgan didn’t know how to tell him her flippancy was the only thing keeping her from giving into the dread of being surrounded by those fucking fungi for months. But if he didn’t want an early ticket to the horror show, she didn’t blame him. She laid out all the tupperware and popped off the lids one by one. There was nothing in the make or decoration that signified anything ABBA related. She’d considered arranging berries on whipped cream to spell out the band’s name, but couldn't find any containers that would fit it just right, Lucky for Kaden.

“Of course Erin told me. We’re friends. But I think you still come out ahead of Ms. EDM Queen. I am ribbing you, but I also think there’s nothing wrong with liking ABBA...until you start making faces like that.” She wagged her finger at him, grinning. “And that’s a terrible request to make because she already knows. Sorry, but we tell each other...pretty much everything.” Morgan shrugged and took a deep, satisfying slurp of her shake. “It’s not that deep of a secret, is it? Will you feel better if I say I sing to Rogers and Hammerstein in my car? Or if I had my own brief ABBA phase when the stage Mamma Mia first came out?”

“You joke but if any town had sentient mushrooms, this is the one,” Kaden said. It was fine, Regan was sensible, unlike Deirdre. They didn’t have to worry about fairy mushroom crap. A pit dropped in his stomach out of nowhere, like some part of him knew he was lying to himself. Guess that was a problem for the future.

Kaden sighed. He hated that Deirdre had one up to embarrass him with. She would, too. At least with Erin they were fair and square. “There’s nothing wrong with ABBA, I just don’t want people laughing at me, alright,” he mumbled. It was stupid to admit, considering for the most part how little he cared about what other people thought of him, or at least that was what he told himself. The more he stayed in White Crest, the more he wondered if that was true. Reputations hardly matter if you don’t stay put in one spot for too long. But here he was all settled and cared and shit like that. There were so many days he wondered if that had been a mistake. And here he was, having waffles with a zombie. Probably a fucking mistake. He sighed and bit into the waffles. For a mistake, it was damn tasty. “Of course you sing musical ballads and shit, that’s completely expected from let’s talk about our feelings girl. Hell I bet you’d live in a musical if you could. Everyone belting out their private fucking emotions. I’d put money down that’s your idea of a good time.” He shook his head before taking another sip of Homs mimosa. Sounded like hell to him. Talking about feelings was bad enough. Kaden’s brow furrowed as he heard a soft small rumbling sound. Almost like a… bleating? Odd. “Do you hear that?” he asked.

“Oh, you’re damn right I would,” Morgan said. “You may not know this, but Deirdre and I kill at karaoke. Give me a moving, hummable love ballad, a solo in the rousing group number, maybe a breakaway hit ‘I want’ song. Maybe if I had one I could actually get more direction in my life going.” She took a deep slurp of her smoothie. “Are you saying that’s not your idea of a good time?” She pouted. She was going to relent a little, ask him about the waffles or, heck, whatever else he was interested in outside of work, when her senses perked at a strange sound from the bushes. “Yeah,” she murmured. Setting her smoothie down, Morgan got to her feet and started creeping towards the sound. The leaves rustled. Something was there alright. She positioned herself in front of Kaden, gesturing, sshhh. “We should probably stay quiet,” she whispered.

“Fuck no,” Kaden said with no hesitation. “I can’t imagine wanting to burst out into song or anyone appreciating that, either. All of that sounds tedious. I’ll stick to darts and trivia nights, thanks. Hard pass on the karaoke.” Plus, Regan couldn't sing (by her own admission) and he was fairly fucking ceratin a tone deaf banshee would make everyone else wish they were deaf. He watched, though, as she crept towards the sound. Guess they were going to investigate, huh. He stood and followed behind, nodding and remaining silent at her request. There it was again, the sound. There was no doubt what it was this time. The gentle bleating of a lamb. Which was impossible, there weren’t any farms out here. No livestock was going to survive on its own in White Crest, not out in the woods. He edged up next to her and peeled open the branches to reveal what was beyond them. Sitting there was a small, white lamb. Shit, they had to bring it in, probably take it to the shelter. He didn’t have any of his equipment with him. “Do you have a rope or something? A long string? Anything? We could try to get a loop lead around it,” he whispered.

Morgan gestured for Kaden to keep back as she came up to the bushes. “What are you doing? My limbs grow back, yours don’t!” She hissed. But Kaden peeled back the branches and-- “Aaaw!” Morgan squeezed his shoulder in excitement. “It’s so cute! What do you mean get a rope? Look how small and cute it is!” Morgan reached out a hand to let the fluffy little critter sniff her. It let out a soft bleat and licked her fingertip, testing to see if she was food. Morgan scooped the sweet creature up while it was occupied like this and inspected the little guy on their hands. “Oh, Kaden,” she cooed. “This cutie pie isn’t running off anywhere, are you honey?” The lamb bleated and wriggled in her grasp, ready to be put down. Morgan settled its forelegs on her lap and gave the lamb chin scratches for its trouble. She gave Kaden a look, trying to see if he’d put it together yet. “...It’s a little attached right now?” She prodded. “Because it’s a plant?”

It was always strange to remember that Morgan was damn near indestructible. Sure, Kaden had seen her tossed by a mime moose like a rag doll but so much of him still remembered when a vampire pulled her into the trees and nearly tore her apart. Thankfully, no such danger was there today. It was just a lamb. Well, mostly. It was… tethered to the ground? “Putain. Animal control is ruining me,” he said with a grumble. A year ago, the first thing he would have noticed was the supernatural element of it all. He also probably would have killed the lamb. With how cozy she seemed to be with it, he thought it best not to announce that. Kaden exhaled and plopped back down on the picnic blanket. “I thought it was a lost lamb. Like a real one. I was going to make sure it didn’t get away and bring it into the shelter because I thought it was normal.” That was certainly not the case. “I know what a vegetable lamb is, alright. I grew up knowing this shit, come on,” he grumbled before taking another bite of his waffles. The small supernatural animal across the way bleated and started sniffing the blanket and all the contents there. “Hey. Don’t eat my food; not for you!” he said as he tried to direct the lamb away from the berries on his plate.

Morgan couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, at least we don’t have to spoil brunch by fighting giant spiders or running from creepy tics. It’s just one sweet little veggie lamb! And still has about another year left in its cute little life, judging from the size.” Morgan booped the lamb’s nose and pet its fur. “Oh, yeah, you’re a real big bad expert. What’s the protocol for this one anyway? It’s just so fearsome and terrible.” This, just as the lamb tried to take some of Kaden’s blackberries, made her laugh even more. Morgan lifted the critter out of the way and wiggled its forelegs in Kaden’s direction, ventriloquising sweetly, “Put ‘em up, Kaden! That’s my berries! I’ll fight you for them!”

She made a show of gasping with horror. “What a very rude vegetable! Should we pacify your gloriousness?” She picked up one of the berries from the tupperware and hovered it over the critter’s mouth. It bleated, thrashing and pleading until Morgan relented and brought it close enough to be eaten. “My mom had one once, apparently. They’re hard to grow in the first place. A lot can go wrong and it’s sort of gross when it doesn’t work out. But I’m not sure what this little guy is doing out here…” Bringing the lamb back to her lap, she pushed herself out of her thoughts and smiled over at Kaden. “How’s the food? And the whipped cream? I’ve never made it before and I can’t taste, but I measured everything really carefully.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ve got a point there,” Kaden replied. He was sick of being told that normal was a relative word, but at this point, he’d take normal adjacent. And avoiding monsters that ate people, or well, at least actively planned to eat them, was an improvement to most days in White Crest. “Uh, you really want to know?” he asked, mouth pulled into a thin line, looking down at the lamb and then back to her. “Langley code is everything supernatural should go.” He knew those words would fall like a lead weight between them, but it’s not like he could change his past or his family or what he was raised with anymore than she could change what she was. And he was admittedly still a little uncomfortable how much he’d changed himself. He much preferred it when he didn't have to face that reality, it was much easier when he could ignore it, not have to examine what all his contradicting bullshit meant. Good thing he didn't have to think about it long. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at the lamb as she held it up and made it act out a scene. It was so easy to forget that she wasn’t human and that it wasn’t an animal.

Okay, alright, stupid thing was cute. Putain. “Yeah so I’ve heard.” He couldn’t imagine going through all that work for a vegetable version of a sheep when there were standard sheep. Not that he needed one of those either. He rolled his eyes before he held out some of the berries in his hand for the stupid vegetable. It bleated before timedly wobbling towards him, nose sniffing and snuffling to find the fruit in his hands. Funny how similar it was to a normal animal; the corner of his mouth pulled up into a smile all over again as he watched. “Hmm? Oh. Yeah, it’s great. Almost too sweet but that could just be me, I don’t have a huge sweet tooth surprisingly.”

Morgan went stiff as Kaden explained the Langley code. Her eyes did nothing to hide the gravity of what he’d said, the danger she and the vegetable lamb were ostensibly in. She couldn’t help but hold the lamb a little tighter, any number of arguments rising in her throat. We have as much right to be here as anyone else. We didn’t choose how we were made any more than you did. What even gives Langleys the right to determine what counts as ‘natural.’ Cholera is natural too. So was Ted Bundy. ‘Natural’ isn’t a basis for… Morgan stopped herself. It was almost disturbing how easily she forgot what he was. But he was her exception just as she was his. The space they shared as friends wasn’t any more “natural” than the magic keeping the vegetable lamb alive. It had to be crafted with intention and suspended with care. And then, when the moment passed, it would weaken. One day, Morgan feared, it might even break.

Morgan watched in silence as Kaden fed his berries to the small creature, beaming thoughtfully as it nuzzled his hand. Animals were innocent and trusting even when they shouldn’t be; Deirdre had explained that to her enough times when talking about her childhood farm. But the way Kaden handled the lamb, even nervous as he was, was so gentle. She struggled to imagine him stabbing the life out of a creature just because with those hands. “I guess it’s a good thing for both of us you’re only kind of a Langley,” she said quietly. Clearing her throat she pressed on, “I’m glad, though. About the whipped cream. A little surprised since French cuisine is so rich, but, hey, so is Southern food, I guess, and half of my family didn’t have much of a sweet tooth either.” She shrugged, reaching for some thread that would steer the mood back towards levity. Wherever it was, she couldn’t find it yet.

Kaden couldn’t help but bristle hearing her call him “kind of a Langley.” He didn’t know if he wished she was more wrong or more right. Either way he hated feeling like he was either failing or had wasted a good portion of his life. He wasn’t sure which it was yet. Every inch of him screamed at him to fight, snap back at her comment the way he had for so many years at anyone and everyone, especially those who disparaged him. Spit back something about still being a hunter, legacy, any of that. But something stopped him. Maybe it was the waffles, maybe it was lamb, maybe it was the expression on Morgan’s face mere moments ago. Maybe it was because he remembered everything that had happened with his mother’s ghost.

The lamb started to bristle its little lips around Kaden’s fingers to see if there was anything worth nibbling there and he let the thoughts fade away. “Rich and savory is one thing. And I don’t hate sweet things, they just need a balance,” he said as he plucked a berry of his plate and held it out in his hand for the lamb to eat. “Like a good piece of fruit, just ripe. That’s perfect. If it’s too saccharine, it hurts my teeth, all that.” As much as he wished that had pulled his mind from the previous topic of conversation, it didn’t. “Most of my family didn’t have much of a sweet tooth. Not that I remember too much by now.” He hadn’t meant to make it heavy again with talk of loss and death, as inevitable as it was around them. Still, he could try to shift. “I told you my uncle was in town, right? He’s German. Lived with him after--” After he lost his parents. Putain. “Anyway, picked up a decent fondness for good German cuisine, too. Feel like I almost always forget until I see him again, you know? Brings things back.”

“Balance, huh?” Morgan said with a fond smile. “I can get behind that.” But this strange tangent didn’t last long. Kaden hadn’t just lost his family, he’d lost them so young even his memories were faded. For all she knew, his awful ghost problem was the strongest memory of his mother was of her attacking him as that awful creature. She couldn’t help but think about her own mother yelling at her on the beach more than the painfully strained visits in her care facility and later, the home of one of Ruth’s old friends. Neither end was especially wonderful, but the burn was newer in one place than the other.

“I am sorry about your family, Kaden,” she said soberly. “I know how hard it is not to have anyone, to miss people like that, even when your relationship was complicated.” She leveled her eyes at him so he would know she meant it. She wasn’t sure if he realized she’d lost all her family either, that this wasn’t pity, but something about him she might actually understand. “I’m glad Oscar was there for you, at least. It sounds like you two are really close. That has to feel...I don’t even know. How does it feel…? Having him back in your life and accessible in a way he hasn’t been in awhile? Um, cooking and all?”

“Yeah. It’s-- It is what it is,” Kaden said as he tried to keep his eyes on the lamb’s little mouth greedily looking for more berries. It was his constant defense when someone talked about his parents like this. Still, something about the way she said that she was sorry rang true. Kaden could never say where the line was that made it clear to him when people understood loss or not, but it was there, invisible but stark. He didn’t know if it was anything more than just the loss of her own life, though he did recall she also was visited by the ghost of her mother during the whole coin debacle. He wasn’t sure it mattered what or when, if you knew the pain of it, you knew all the same.

“Yeah he was around a lot of my life. Always sort of looked up to him. But ever since I was, I don’t know, twenty or so, we’d split up, reconvene, catch up, repeat.” Kaden shrugged. “It’s always nice to see him. He’s really all I have left of--” Kaden swallowed back his words. Oscar was what he had left of family. His life before anything changed. “But this is, I mean, this is way more complicated than it used to be.” Nothing illustrated it more than this moment right now. He was chatting with a zombie over waffles while petting a goddamn vegetable lamb. There used to be a safety he felt when Oscar was around. Now he felt like the most dangerous person in town. And he hated feeling that way about Oscar of all people, the only person he could always count on to look after him. “Every time I’ve gotten myself into deep shit, I always knew I had someone to turn to. It’s weird not going to him now that I feel like I’m in trouble.” Because the trouble was him.

Morgan didn’t examine the impulse to reach out to Kaden. It came so quickly, and there was something so painful about the way he brushed aside his own loss with such ease, she wondered if he ever let himself feel it now that the wound was starting to numb, or let other people understand what he was feeling. Her hand settled on his shoulder and she squeezed carefully so as not to hurt him. “Yeah, it is what it is, but that doesn’t mean it’s not the worst, or that it doesn’t trip you up almost out of nowhere sometimes.” Life with Oscar wasn’t like anything Morgan could imagine. She craved to have her hands around anything precious she managed to have. But to have a touchstone you could pass by at all must have been special. Morgan was endeared, even relieved by the way Kaden talked about him, even as his mention of ‘complicated’ put a stone in her stomach. Right. Oscar and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, good for nothing supernaturals that couldn’t possibly be people. Of course.

“I’m sorry that things are different between you now,” she said solemnly. At least for now, she thought, though she couldn’t bear to entertain the idea for long. “Do you have a plan, for how you’re going to deal with his visit here? I mean, is it going to be dangerous for you if he finds things out, or just...well, just more normative levels of terrifying encounters and really hard conversations?”

Kaden never knew what to make of physical contact. Well, when it was from people he wasn’t dating or trying to date. Even between family it had been strained. Or, well, perhaps not strained but it certainly wasn’t frequent. It was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. Funny, her skin was cold, sure, but cold hands barely registered any more. “You don’t have to be, though. Sorry. I mean-- I don’t know.” Talking about what happened was something he was about as good at dealing with as physical affection. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience, though. You don’t have to explain, just-- You can always tell.” He gave the lamb another berry and gave it a small scratch behind its ear. It was easier to just think of it as a real lamb, not supernatural. Focus on the parts that were normal.  

“Dangerous? For me, no. But that’s not what I’m worried about.” Kaden tried to swallow back the lump forming in his throat. It felt impossible for him to imagine what Oscar would do if he found out what Regan was, who he was friends with, the fact that he was keeping a pixie as a roommate, any of it. None of it was behavior that he’d ever imagined for himself, so how could he anticipate any reactions? He suspected, at the very least, that Oscar would try to kill them, encourage Kaden to. But maybe he could make exceptions. Or better yet, maybe he’d just leave town before finding out about any of it. He never had to know Kaden had changed any of his views. He could keep thinking his nephew was still a worthwhile hunter, holding up the legacy.

Right. Doubtful. Kaden let out a sigh. “But yeah, no plans. No clue what to do.”

Morgan gave Kaden another squeeze for good measure. “I do, yeah. Family curses of true suffering don’t exactly fuck around,” she gave a small laugh, breathless and humorless to mark all the anguish that had gone numb from her picking at them over the years. Kaden had probably coped by keeping silent, or leaning in extra hard into the ‘it’s fine school of thought.

“Well, lucky for you, I guess.” Morgan said the word gently, meaning it in earnest. “I just mean, you can use that. You can focus on protecting people you care about, and when the time comes, you don’t have to worry about having to save yourself. That can be really important. And, you know, taking care of people can look like a lot of different things. I think you should consider doing a little more than waiting for the sky to fall down, but I’m just paranoid that way. But, you know, if you’re clear with yourself and your intentions, if you tell yourself enough that you’ll protect Regan no matter what, maybe the right plan will come to you later. But then that’s just one hippie zombie’s opinion. What do you think, veggie lamb?” She lifted the fuzzy critter and steered it up toward Kaden so its bright, guileless eyes were level with his.

Kaden looked up and finally met Morgan’s eyes and gave her a nod in return. It was what he could manage. Too much and it would send the grief and pain flooding back, he was sure of it. No need for that. It wasn’t produc-- He froze, the thought rattled in his mind. It was something straight from his mother’s mouth. He wasn’t sure what to do with that. Or what it meant. He tried to let it roll off him. “Yeah, good point. Guess you don’t get to be free of it even when… you know.”

The way she was approaching the situation wasn’t in a way that had occurred to him at all. The thought of having to save himself from Oscar just didn’t--- His brows knit together at the thought. It didn’t make sense in so many ways; it was a scenario he could never imagine himself in. Needing to protect himself from Oscar. Standing against him. Not being just like him. Not wanting to be just like him. And what did it even mean to go against the small scrap of family he had left? What if he-- That possibility was too difficult for him to even begin to consider just yet. Seeing the veggie lamb sitting there brought him out of his thoughts and put a small smile on his face. “Hmm I think he doesn’t know how to plan for that sort of thing. But he’s also a lamb. Well, technically a plant.”

“You mean even when I’m technically un-cursed but still dead and a zombie?” Morgan said, her smile sad for all its warmth. “Yeah. That stuff sticks forever. Get it?”

Kaden seemed confused by something she said, and it took Morgan awhile to figure that he’d never been given a reason to fear the people who were supposed to take care of him. Or at least not enough that he was willing to admit to himself. She wasn’t sure if he was really lucky for that or not. She quirked her brow up at Kaden as he dodged the question. I see you doing that. She held his gaze a moment, debating whether she should give him this out or not. “Lamby over here is both, thank you very much. Lamby is one of two worlds and lives that way in peace. But, as much wisdom as Lamby almost certainly possesses, I think you’re right. He just wants more of your berries.”

[zoey-angel]

10, 12, 33, 36, 43 🥰💕 happy Valentine's Day cutie!!!

Happy Valentine's day Ezra💛💛💛💛 love ya you cool entity you

10. Favorite milkshake flavor? Banana Date mix! There's this place I like which adds honey and peanut butter to the mix, it's mighty good!!

12. Favorite flowers? I actually have a type! Lantanas and Alyssums

33. Do you fall in love easily? No. Every time I fell in love before was special, it always shakes me to the core in a different, unique way that cannot be replaced or copied even by new love. I do go around crushing on people pretty easily, but falling in love for me is different in the sense that I can never forget that person ever again. Even years later, they still cross my mind and give me heartache, that's why I'm careful about it, I can't go around getting attached and hurt by many people.

36. Cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing!! Clouds make me feel simple, but stars make me feel special.

43. Favorite ABBA song? Oh heck- I don't know them well enough I think, to pass fair judgement, but dancing queen has a harder grip on me than say money money money, mamma mia or gimmie gimmie gimmie

Thank you for the ask again!!

[violetsbaudelaire]

esme, duncan and kit for the character meme!

since this is three i’ll bundle em all up hehe uwu

-How I feel about this character: esme is a dynamite bitch and i love her, the absolute best villain to love. duncan is this precious lil dude who just LOVES journalism LOOK at him he’s so SMALL!!!! PERFECT baby ;w; and KIT!!!! kit,..,., violet’s auntie!!!! kit is such a complicated character i lov her sm (yes i believe violet snicket, do not fight me on this sdgouhsg)

-All the people I ship romantically with this character: *with esme: jacquelyn, olivia (show) (gimmie da lesbianths..,.) *with duncan: KLAUS. little bookworm bois ;w; *with kit: dewey, tbh. really i think kitlaf is nice BEFORE pedolaf decided to go apeshit, but after that im like “hell no ty lol” with kitlaf. dewkit is the best uwu ALSO perhaps beatrice and kit bc.,,,. cuties uwu

-My non-romantic OTP for this character: *with esme: beatrice and esme is prob the best brotp i can think of. just two chaotic women living their fullest lives. causing mayhem. truly the best. *with duncan: carm and duncan and vi and duncan as ive said before - these two r prob trying their HARDEST to bring out the hidden chaotic layer he has. (and they succeed sometimes heehoo) *with kit: beatrice and kit and esme, the power trio. chaos. CHAOS.

-My unpopular opinion about this character: *ESME IS THE BEST VILLAIN IN ASOUE AND SHOULD HAVE KILLED OLAF idfk if that’s unpopular but it’s MY opinion and im DYING BY THIS. *duncan is a soft little boy with an underlying chaotic layer, and will only be feral with the proper prompting. *kit: i think she has long, dark brown hair, blue eyes, some freckles, and wears glasses. she puts her hair up a lot. i do see why ppl see her as blonde but personally i see her as a brunette. uwu

-One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.: esme should have gotten a redemption arc. she’s been thru a lot of pain which has caused her to go full batshit, bless her heart. allow her to answer for her crimes and try to get better. duncan my poor boy, let he and isadora reunite with their triplet brother and their friends in safety. ty. kit shouldnt have died and nobody is allowed to fucking fight me on this.

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@bigveee​​ asked :  "Hey there cutie, gimmie some lovin, I'll be sure to respond in kind."

   Well, she doesn’t need to be told that twice. Holli was already climbing her way up into his lap, tail wagging behind her like a swirling whip as the succubus crawled into his lap. Her throat gives out a sweet coo, manicured hands cupping Val’s face as she goes to latch her mouth at his own neck. Her hands are also pushing away at that coat of his, so she can reach more of his form.

       ❛  I mean, if ya want, Vee-- You don’t even gotta do anything at all. You could just let Holli spoil you for awhile. Take a load or four off, Big Man, yeah? ❜  Her tongue laps at his neck with another purr.  ❛  ‘course if you wanna fuck me stupid, instead, I won’t argue.❜