#Hun shenanigans

[heyhopperart]

The silliest little side story concocted by @moonlightchild358 and I.

Kaldek's dear old aunty came to visit the Ger. Long story short, she believes Kaldek is married with kids and he doesn't have the heart to tell her otherwise.

Lots of Hun shenanigans

Amari is kind enough to help with the charade ~❤️

Aunt Odval proceeds to gift the Ger 'healthy herbal tea'... Very potent healthy herbal tea 😩.

Now everyone is weary of what they drink for a while..

"its worse than being poisoned" - Chagatai

"it was funny" - Mi

[tinyalechardy]

I just got back into my room

Okay tiny hardy that's pretty immature

Wait did you take his wand!?!?!?!

[bibannana]

Kix *looking around his office, unorganised mess everywhere*: I may have OCD but I have none of the useful traits.

[anexor]

pink (said in a gay way) and orange (said in a gay villainfucker way)

heehee

[friendball-irl]

Kiss kiss fall in love 😘💖 @touya-san

>/////<!!!!

M-mwah!

[alastor-x-reader-stories]

To Rate a Hug - part 1 of ?

Tags: Alastor x Reader, Lucifer Morningstar x Reader, Humor, Antics, Fluff, Hugs, Reader is cat-like, shenanigans, Lucifer is a dork, Alastor is a petty bitch

part 2

“Who, in this room, is the most huggable?” Charlie asked, grinning ear-to-ear.

Your ears twitched, tilting your head at the question. “What?”

The residents of the Hotel were playing Truth and Dare as one of the redemption activities. Something about it being a good thing to be true to yourself and others? It was originally ‘Truth or Truth’ but Angel Dust complained saying if they had to play this game at all there should be a dare option.

You, being the hotel’s very own scaredy cat, only went with the Truth option. Charlie grinned, vibrating in her seat.

“Who’s the most huggable person in the room?”

You blinked. “Specify.”

“Huh?” The princess said “Um. I. What?”

“Do you mean who do I think would physically give the best hugs, who do I want to hug personally, or like, who I think is most likely to give me a hug?” You said, rocking a bit in your seat.

“Oh! All three?”

“Ok. Um.”

You scanned the room. Charlie was vibrating with excitement, waiting for your answer. Vaggie was watching Charlie more than you, a soft smile on her face. Angel Dust struck a pose, kicking one leg up in the air and shooting you a wink. Husk was pretending he wasn’t there. Nifty wasn’t paying much attention either, flitting about dusting and the like. Alastor hadn’t bothered looking up from the book he was reading and Lucifer… was staring right at you, vibrating much the same way his daughter was.

The Morningstars were so cute.

“Um. Okay, no judgement, though?” You said, grinning sheepishly.

“Of course, of course!” Charlie said with a smile, waving away your concerns.

“Wouldn’t be judgin’ ya unless ya told us who you wanted to f-“

Vaggie whapped Angel Dust over the head with a rolled up newpaper before he could finish that sentence. She sat back down and smiled.

“Go ahead, hun.”

“Okay…” you hummed, pretending you never thought about this before in your entire after life. You had. But that’s an embarrassing thing to mention so you pretended you didn’t.

“I’d say who seemed the best at hugs, physically, would be Husk.”

The cat’s ears twitched.

“Who I’d want to hug personally would be Alastor.”

One ear flicked to point in your direction.

“And I think Charlie’s most likely to hug me.”

“You’re right!” Charlie grinned, squishing you into a hug immediately and just as quickly letting you go. “I do love to give hugs!”

You chuckled, ears laying down bashfully. “Yeah, um, okay. Who’s next?

“You spin it, toots.” Angel said, shoving the bottle from Charlie to you. The group was using an empty wine bottle as the decider, and now it was your turn. You spun it and it landed on Lucifer.

“All right, Luci. Truth or dare?”

He jumped a bit like he forgot he was participating. Rubbing the back of his neck, he looked to the side and thought the floor was a lot more interesting. “Er. Truth?”

You hummed, tapping your claw against your chin. “Ooookaayyyy… Um. What’s your favorite color of the alphabet?”

“Well-“ He stopped mid-word, blinking one eye at a time. “….What.”

You cackled, unable to help yourself. “Well?”

“Answer the question, yer majesty!” Angel chimed in.

“Yeah, Dad!” Charlie said.

“But- What- how do I- I dunno, the number 5???”

You nodded sagely. “Good answer.”

“’Eh, I prefer-“

“Angel, I swear to heaven and back if you say 69 I’m going to rip your limbs off.” Vaggie growled.

The spider shrugged “I was gonna say 420, actually.”

“Ha! Weed.” You grinned. You’ve never actually touched the stuff because it smelled gross but it was fun to joke about.

Lucifer sighed and gave the bottle a spin. It landed on Husk.

“Right, Bar Cat, Truth or Dare?”

“I have a name, your majesty.” Husk snorted. “And. Dare.”

Lucifer grinned “Hee hee hee, okay. I dare you to… make me a drink!”

Husk rolled his eyes. “Coming right up.” He got up and left, then returned with a drink he passed to the king and sat himself back down, giving the bottle a lazy spin.

The old cat was really good at the art of misdirection. So if he carefully stopped the bottle with the very edge of his tail no one would notice. Except Alastor. But he didn’t mention anything because he wanted to see where this would go.

After all, he had it land on you.

You sighed, rocking a bit in your seat. “Truth.”

“Not even gonna consider a dare?” Angel said with a huff. “Kinda boring.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. He flipped you off. Life continued.

Husk sighed, leaning against his hand and humming as though he didn’t already know his question. “Ok. I guess… Why would I be the ‘best at hugs’?”

You sunk a bit in your seat. “Um. Well. Your fur looks soft…”

Alastor’s ear twitched again.

“…and you got those big ol’ wings.”

Lucifer found the wall interesting all of a sudden.

“…and you just kind of look like a care bear.”

Angel Dust burst out laughing. Husk’s ears went back, eye twitching. “Ex-fucking-scuse me?”

You ducked your head “I didn’t- I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything bad- I-“

Husk deflated, rubbing his face. “Right, right, m’bad.” He still looked irritated but managed to get his voice to sound indifferent. “…Why do I look like a care bear?”

“The hearts.” You said meekly, pointing a claw at him. “You have hearts in your ears, little hearts for your eyebrows, and your nose is shaped like a heart, and you have hearts on your hands.”

“…You know, they’re right.” Vaggie said, glancing over at the old cat. Charlie cooed.

“I never noticed that before!”

“I did!” Nifty chirped, scuttling on top of the table. “I did I did I did!” Her eye narrowed, pointing her feather dust threateningly at all those in attendance “But no one listened to Nifty.”

“Who’s Nifty?” You said with a shit-eating grin. The small little goober’s eye widened, surprise and wonder crossing her face.

“I’M Nifty….” She hummed, tapping at her chin.

You nodded sagely. “You are Nifty.”

…

“All right I’m done.” Husk said, pushing out of his seat and leaving. Charlie sighed. She thanked everyone for showing up and participating and the various people in attendance left for their own rooms.

You scurried off as soon as Charlie said you were done for the day and curled into your bed happily. Sweet, sweet privacy. Away from prying eyes-

“Hello there!”

You screeched, fur floofing up to the point you just looked like a puffball with eyes.

Alastor cackled. You crawled under the blankets to hide from him. Alastor was under the blankets with you, grinning. You flailed again, scrambling off the bed and darting underneath it. Guess where the fuck Alastor was.

Several more repeats of that later and you were laying face-down into your pillows with the Radio Demon standing over you.

“Well, that was amusing!” He said.

“I’m glad you had fun.” You muttered.

“I did, I did! Now, a question.”

“And now, an answer.”

“Very good. So. Earlier you had said that you wanted to hug me?” He leaned further towards you, quirking an eyebrow. “Why?”

“To annoy you, mainly.” You said flatly. Static surged. You flinched, ducking back under the blankets. There he was again, sitting on your bed with his legs crossed, eyes glowing brighter in the makeshift blanket fort. He had his hand on your back before you could dart again, keeping you in place.

It wasn’t forceful, though. You could sliver around if you wanted. What was awkward was how close he was to you now. Eyes shining in the dark, breath warm against your face, the smell of his cologne in your nose. And those fluffy ears squished slightly by the blanket.

The Radio Demon had no business looking so huggable.

“Now was that really the reason?” He said, eyes lidded. “From your reaction to our close proximity, I feel as though you were simply teasing me.”

“Partially.” You said. “I mean, yeah, it’d be partially to annoy you. But overall you just kind of seem really…huggable.”

He rose an eyebrow “Huggable?”

“Yeah?” You snorted “That’s what the question was about?”

Alastor leaned closer, voice dropping an octave as he purred “Absolutely nothing else you were thinking about?”

“Well now I’m thinking you need a lozenge.” You said, pushing him back “Voice sounded a bit hoarse there. And before you ask, no, I’m not that stupid and I know what you’re implying. But really that’s it.  You just seem really huggable.”

“How so?” He asked, voice thankfully back to normal.

Alastor had just been messing with you the moment prior. Usually those kinds of comments lead to certain kind of things. Though he would never partake in those ‘things’, the reactions of those who found him attractive were very entertaining. This just confused him.

You shrugged. “I dunno? I just look at you and go ‘mmm yep that’s a huggable person alright’. I mean. Assuming you didn’t hurt or kill me.”

“Oh, I might.” Alastor grinned. Your flight-or-flight instincts kicked in and you jerked back, being stopped again by Alastor’s hand. The instinct kicked in a second time when your face was suddenly pressed against his chest, a deep chuckle reverberating through him. “I jest, my dear.”

“You’re the deer.” You said. He chuckled again. “So. Uh. Is this permission to hug you…?”

“Ha! No.” He shadow-traveled out from the blanket fort and the thing crashed down on you. You reacted to this startling by running straight off the bed into the wall. Alastor’s cackle echoed in your ears as you de-tangled yourself from your blankets. You shot him a peeved look before gathering up your bedding and making yourself comfortable again. Alastor was gone by the time you were settled and you rolled your eyes and decided to forget about that encounter.

However life decided you weren’t done with the day yet. Someone knocked on the door. You groaned, melodramatically opening the door up.

“Uh? Bad time?” Lucifer said with a lopsided grin.

“Oh? Nah, I’m just being silly.” You said with a shrug. “What’ s up?”

“Uh. Well.” Lucifer said, rubbing at the back of his neck “You know, earlier, when you were saying Husk was the most huggable person ‘cause of the wings and stuff? I mean. I have wings.” He materialized his wings and spread them for emphasis. “And. Uh. So. I guess I’m wondering why I‘m not huggable….?” He ducked his head down, grin wobbly as more of his face turned red.

You blinked.

“Um. Sorry?”

Lucifer’s grin dropped entirely and he started flailing his arm around “No no no! You don’t have anything to apologize for! I’m sorry- I! Fuck I’m bad at this.” He sighed, running a hand down his face. You tilted your head, confusion beginning to cross into concern territory.

“Um-“

Lucifer disappeared into a cloud of sparkles only to immediately reappear right next to you.

“My apologies for my silly doppleganger.” He said, checking his nails nonchalantly. “In anycase, I have an important question for you.”

You snorted, crossing your arms “Ah, yes. Your doppleganger. Who is not you.”

Lucifer waved you off “Most certainly not, I am a superb mentlegan- Ah, FUCK!”

Lucifer poofed into sparkles again and reappeared on your opposite side. He dusted his shirt off “Whoops, there was another one of those imposters of mine. Sorry about that.”

You covered your mouth, trying to hide your laugh. “Yeah. There seems to be a lot of those right now.”

“Indeed.” He said, checking his nails. “Can’t blame them for wanting to pretend to be the King of Hell.”

“I dunno.” You said with a hum “I’ve heard rumors the King of Hell is kind of a huge dork.”

“Ah, yes- wait really?”

You laughed. He chuckled a bit, fidgeting with his sleeves. “Uh, yeah. My antics aside. Uh. Can I ask a question?”

“Sure. I see no reason why not.” You said with a shrug.

“Um. So. How would you rate my huggable-ness?” He said, grin snaking back up on his face. You smiled at him.

“May I get a sample for study?”

Lucifer’s wings twitched “Oh-Oh! Yeah! Sure!”

You chuckled and hugged him. He went tense for a moment, stock-still. Then the King of all of Hell practically melted into you, arms wrapping around you and squeezing tightly. Wings gently curled around you both. Soft and warm.

Overall, very solid hug. Only issue is you had to lean down a bit to do so.

[thevoidstaredback]

Here's a shenanigan that I won't be using in Batman's Biggest Hater, but I think it's really funny.

So, we all know that in canon, the Batman persona sometimes slips into the Brucie persona (not hugely, but it does on occasion). And I know we all love a good head canon where the vice versa happens.

Scenario: Pre ID Reveal. The JL are up on the Watchtower for a monthly briefing. Superman and Wonder Woman both know who Batman is, and Batman knows who they are. No one else does.

Just as the meeting has started Bruce gets a call that he'll have to answer as Brucie, but he can't answer in front of the JL. Luckily, he can get away with sending whoever it is to voicemail exactly once. If they call again, he'll have to take it. Unfortunately, whoever it is calls again, so Batman excuses himself and heads to his room on the Watchtower for some privacy.

Thirty minutes later, Batman still hasn't come back. Superman says that he's still on the phone and that it's an important phone call. Wonder Woman agrees and tries to get things moving along. The others know Batman has a civilian identity, but why would a phone call be taking this long? Green Arrow excuses himself to the bathroom and goes to check on Batman.

The door is closed but unlocked, probably because Bats didn't think he'd be in there that long. Green Arrow hears a voice on the other side that he's very familiar with, but it's not Batman's growl. Worried that someone snuck into the tower somehow, Green Arrow walks into the room.

Batman is still on the phone, but he's Brucie Wayne right now, not The Dark Knight: "Of course I will be there, hun! I wouldn't miss your birthday gala for the world!"

Oliver Queen went to school with Bruce Wayne. They dated for a little while in school. Green Arrow is a little bit frightened. He doesn't know what to do, so he stands there in shock as Bruce Wayne Batman jumps from topic to topic while on the phone with whoever this is for another ten minutes.

Batman knew he should've locked the door, but this is an amusing outcome, so he's not too upset. Regardless, he finished his phone call, but didn't slip back into his Batman mindset.

Green Arrow, still in shock and denial about what he's just discovered: "No. Say it isn't true. Bruce? Brucie? Is that...is that you?"

Batman, still in full Himbo Mode: "Ollie! It's about time you figured it out!"

Green Arrow, still reeling: "No."

Batman, being dramatic because this opportunity is too good to pass up: "Yes, Ollie Babe, it's true."

Green Arrow: "I've gotta be dreaming. This is absurd!"

Batman: "I know it is. But you wanna know the best part?"

Green Arrow, despite his better judgement, nods.

Batman leans in real close to his ear and whispers, "No one will ever believe you." He then kisses his cheek and leaves the room. They have a meeting to get back to.

[voxslays]

Night-Time Shenanigans

Featuring >>> Alastor, Husk, & Vox.

Warnings: None! surprisingly enough, no smut.

☆ Husk ☆

You and Husk were sitting in his room, drinking the night away. Both of you had awful days, and decided to end it by having a drink…or multiple…together. Husk leaned back against the wall, while sitting on his bed. 

It was hard for you two to sneak the bottles into his room, but you managed. It was quiet. You heard the noise of husk downing his drink, and the noise of the rain. Husk was tipsy, you could tell based off of how he was acting. His tail was softly patting the bed. His room was honestly a mess, but you didn't care. Not anymore. You were too drunk. Husk looked over at you, tilting his head. The alcohol was definitely affecting his mood, though you didn't know how much he had drunk. He looked you over, before breaking the silence. "What are you gawking at, hun?"

“Just the moon. It's pretty tonight.” He chuckled and took another sip of his drink, before looking over at you again. The moonlight glistened off of his fur, and made his eyes glow. For once, he actually looked pretty. "The moon is nice, but not nearly as nice as you." Did he just compliment you? You sat there, a bit shocked. You could tell that the alcohol was definitely making him a bit more confident then usual. Husk didn't look your way, his tail still patting the bed quietly.

Husks ears twitched when a loud boom of thunder echoed, before the rain got a bit louder. He hated thunder and it was clear to you on his face. "Ugh, rain..." He muttered before taking another swig of his drink. Husk finally looked over at you, seeming to get a bit more nervous. He wasn't sure why but he could feel a bit of butterflies in his stomach. "Hey...can I ask ya' something?"

“Yeah..?” You ask. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "This might be a bit weird to ask, but uh...can you...sit next to me? On the bed I mean-..." He trailed off. “Sure.” You reply, walking off the balcony and to the bed. He seemed a bit shocked that you agreed, honestly. Though, he patted the spot next to him on the bed with his tail, wanting you to sit next to him. Once you sat next to him, he was very close. Close enough to where you could hear his breathing. He smelled faintly of the alcohol he was drinking, but for some reason it...wasn't that bad. 

Despite him generally being a gruff drunken idiot, he was...very warm. His fur, his body, everything felt warm. He leaned his head on your shoulder, as his tail wrapped around your waist. It was...surprisingly comfy. His wing extended, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. You had never seen him do this to anyone. He felt...very clingy. He muttered a quiet "Thanks.." as he nuzzled his face into your shoulder, his wing wrapped around you still. He was like a big, warm, drunk cat in your eyes.

The warmth of his body, his tail, everything was intoxicating. It didn't help that he was acting like a huge cat. You could faintly hear him purring as he leaned up against you. He was so warm...He smelled oddly nice, he was soft to the touch, hell, you felt like you could fall asleep on him. He was extremely clingy, as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face gently, his heart pounding. It was almost like he knew how you were feeling. Husk was obviously enjoying this, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He was clinging onto you like a damn lifeline.

He leaned up against you more, his eyes half closed. He let out a small sigh, before resting his head on your shoulder again, his wing still draped around you like a blanket, as the two of you fell asleep in eachothers arms.

☆ Alastor ☆

Alastor sat back in your bed, eyes focused on the book he was pretending to read. He was more focused on your hands fiddling with his ears and trying to keep them from twitching. You'd be much too pleased with yourself if you saw them twitch or move. He heard you protest about him not reading out loud and his eyes rolled, "You have your own eyes and your own books, go make use of them." 

You'd ignored him and slumped against him more, Alastor grumbled and sat up, "Fine. I'll read the damn thing out loud. Today is a classic, it's Edgar Allen Poe, if you have protests keep it to yourself." He cleared his throat and the radio effect on his voice softened slightly so he was easier to understand. 

"I remember you were quite the fan of these books when we were alive, yes?" Alastor said calmly, his voice soft and his arm gently tugging you toward him. "We used to read them in our rooms, over coffee, in the office," Alastor was a simple man, a huge fan of Edgar's work, as any self-respecting overlord should be. That was Vox's problem- he'd decided a couple of years ago- he never truly appreciated literature. 

"I'm surprised you haven't gotten bored of this story, I read ‘The Tell-Tale Heart’ almost every night," Alastor interrupted himself, closing the book and turning toward you with raised eyebrows, "I think I'd like to speak with you instead. We do it so rarely when we're alone."

“That's true.” You agree. Alastor's voice was calm as he spoke, his eyes studying you with a mix of thoughtfulness and mild annoyance. "Yes, I've noticed that we rarely have these moments to ourselves, which I find... disappointing.” He ran his fingers over your head, letting your hair slip through them before he continued. “We have always been close, haven't we?” Alastor hummed, closing his book and placing it on the side table. “It's odd. It's just like we became friends one day, out of nowhere.”

Alastor nodded in agreement, a nostalgic smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yes, our friendship did seem to form quite suddenly, didn’t it?” He shifted in the bed, turning so he was facing you directly. “But that’s how the best friendships are made, I’m told. No pretenses, just genuine connection and understanding.” You laugh. Alastor chuckled at your amusement, his eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity. "And why do you find that amusing?" He asked, his tone holding a hint of a smile as he watched your expression closely.

“You always speak as if you are friendzoning me.” You say through your giggled. Alastor's amused expression faltered for a moment as he considered your words. "Friendzoning?" He echoed, clearly catching on to your implication. "Now, now, don't be ridiculous. I'm merely pointing out the unique nature of our friendship. It's different from what many people may consider normal," he retorted, folding his arms across his chest. 

“It's just the way you speak.” You laugh softly. Alastor's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of defensiveness in his gaze. "And what exactly does my manner of speaking have to do with anything?" He asked, shifting his position again to face you fully. The hint of insecurity beneath his confident facade was nearly imperceptible, but it was there, peeking out for a brief moment. “Don't worry, it's not a big deal.” You reassure him. 

Alastor's shoulders visibly relaxed, and he exhaled softly, a subtle indication of his relief. Though he was quick to respond with a nonchalant shrug, "I never said it was, darling." He paused, his eyes locked onto yours as he continued, "But you do have a talent for needling me, you know."

“That's why you love me though.” You smirk. Alastor chuckled lowly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ah, yes. My dearest tormenter." He paused for a moment, his expression softening ever so slightly. "Though I suppose there's truth in what you say. Your ability to challenge me, to keep me on my toes, is a quality I’ve always found rather endearing.” He moved closer to you, his gaze unwavering as he spoke. “You’ve always been able to get under my skin, to know exactly how to push my buttons.” His voice lowered to a teasing tone, “It’s quite impressive, really. I’m sure few have mastered the art of irritating me quite like you have.”

He placed a hand on your thigh, his touch surprisingly gentle. “But I suppose that’s what makes our little dynamic so... fascinating. And yes, I must admit, I do find you endearing in your own irritating way.” You let out a small ‘aww’. Alastor's smirk turned into a rare, genuine smile at your reaction. He rolled his eyes playfully, gently poking your thigh with his fingers. "Don’t get used to me being this agreeable. I'll only say this once, so savor it.”

“I'll see you tomorrow morning, Radio Demon.” You say as you yawn. Alastor chuckled softly at your words, retracting his hand from your thigh. "Goodnight, my dear nuisance." He leaned back against the headboard, a faint hint of humor in his eyes as he watched you walk back into your room. 

☆ Vox ☆

It was midnight. Velvette and Valentino were asleep. Where was Vox? Well, he spent his night making pudding. You walked in on him in the kitchen, turning on the lights. He was slightly startled, but acknowledged you by your voice. Not even looking up, he spoke. "Go to sleep. This has nothing to do with you." He rolled his eyes, clearly not wanting you around. “It has everything to do with me. Why are you awake?” You ask, slightly concerned. He scoffed, stirring the pudding in the bowl. "Don't ask me stupid questions." Vox said bluntly, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I can't sleep. I'm making pudding. That's why."

“What kind?” You ask, showing interest. He mumbled, looking away from you as he spoke. Despite his grumpy tone, he answered your question. "Tapioca. It's the only one I like. Everyone else here likes chocolate more..." Vox shakes off the remaining pudding and puts the large wooden spoon on the counter. “You truly are from the fifites…but I do have to agree that tapioca is the best.” He glanced at you, scoffing as you mentioned the fifties. Then he slightly smirked, surprised by your agreement on his taste in pudding. "A person with taste. Who knew…"

After a moment, he spoke again, but his tone was less grumpy. Instead, he seemed to be more curious. "So? What are you doing awake, then?" He picked up the spoon and continued stirring. “I couldn't sleep either.” He stirred the pudding, still not looking at you. He didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to feel less annoyed by your presence. He hummed in acknowledgment of your words. "Insomnia's a pain in the ass. You should get some rest."

“If you do.” Vox rolled his eyes, setting the pudding aside and turned to look at you. He was slightly irritated now. "No, I don't need rest. I can function perfectly fine without it." You rolled your eyes this time. “Just because you have a TV for a head and we are in hell doesn’t mean you don’t need rest.” Vox looked frustrated. "First off, rude. Secondly, I'm an Overlord. I don't need to sleep." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. Vox always hated it when someone told him what to do. He crossed his arms, looking away from you.

“If you don’t get in your bed, I’m dragging you to mine.” He froze for a second at your statement, his screen glitching for a second. He then looked back at you, a slight blue blush on his screen. "You wouldn't dare." Your eyes widen as you realize what you just said. “Not in that way though-!” You quickly fix your previous statement. He rolled his eyes again, hiding his previous reaction to your comment. He raised an eyebrow. "What other way are you talking about then?"

You groan in frustration. Vox just smirks. “Why don't we go together then?” He suggests, his smirk growing wider. “Fine. But deal with that tapioca first. I'll want some tomorrow.”

(I posted this when I had only halfway finished it and it was so embarrassing 😭. Praying that none of y’all saw it.)

[fandoms-x-reader]

Attention Grabber

Requested By: @anxious-chick

Word Count: 978

You let out a loud sigh as you stretched your arms above your head, releasing all the tension that was held in your back. You rolled your shoulders back before looking at the work that was in front of you once more.

You had just finished writing an essay on the history of the Devildom. It took you multiple hours, but you were finally done. Now, all you had to do was proofread it and check for grammatical errors…I’ll do that tomorrow.

You gently closed your books, placing them back in your bag. You had been studying so hard lately, making sure to keep up appearances by getting good grades. You wouldn’t want to embarrass Lucifer.

Unfortunately, studying meant that you had to lock the demon brothers out of your room for the time being. You were one hundred percent positive that if you didn’t then they would have been in your room the whole time either arguing or trying to get you to leave and do something with them.

You braced yourself as you unlocked the door, expecting them to be on the other side, ready to enter your bedroom the second the lock unclicked.

A small wave of relief washed over you when no one entered. You loved spending time with the brothers, but you were exhausted and all you wanted to do was lie down on your bed. Which is exactly what you did next.

You flopped down on your stomach, pulling out your D.D.D. You started scrolling through Devilgram, getting lost in the posts. You were so distracted, you didn’t even hear when the door to your bedroom opened.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re finally done studying. We have an emergency on our hands!” Asmo stated, entering your room in a frantic state. His eyes were wide and his hair was slightly disheveled to sell the performance, but a frown fell on his lips when he saw that you weren’t paying attention to him.

“Y/N!” Asmo reiterated, waving his hands to try and get your attention. But, nothing. Were you deaf or something? 

No, you were just really good at not being bothered by the brothers. There are too many shenanigans for one human to be able to pay attention to them all. So, when you simply weren’t in the mood you toned them out and focused on your own thing whether that be a book or your D.D.D.

When you did this, usually the demon who was trying to get your attention would move to physical touches. Pulling on your legs or arms, poking you in the cheek, etc. Really anything they could do to make you focus on them.

But, Asmo was not in the mood to play this game. He was having a serious emergency! He had been invited to an upper class event and he needed your help finding the perfect outfit. He was running out of time and you had the audacity to ignore him? Unacceptable.

Smack.

Your eyes widened in shock as Asmo’s open hand made contact with your ass. A blush immediately rose to your cheeks as you spun around in your bed and sat up, facing Asmo. Your D.D.D. getting lost in the commotion.

“A-Asmo, did you just…?” you began to ask only to blush even harder as you trailed off, unable to finish your question. “Yes, now that I have your attention. I need your help!” Asmo replied, completely unbothered by his actions.

“But, you just…” Asmo was now in front of you gently cupping your cheeks and guiding you to look up at him. “Hun, you need to focus or I’m going to have to spank you again,” Asmo told you, his eyes lighting up at the idea.

You quickly moved out of his grasp, flustered. “Okay, let’s go,” you told him, stumbling to get to your feet and get out of the room.

Your cheeks were bright red and you had a hard time looking at Asmo. You turned your attention to helping him find an outfit so that he could go to the event and leave you to go back to your room.

Asmo wore a smirk the entire time, knowing how flustered you were. He was enjoying it. He thought you looked adorable when you were blushing and acting nervous around him. 

After some time, you finally found an outfit for him. He looked great. “That’s the one,” you told him, hoping you could now retreat back to your room. But, he stopped you, gently grabbing your wrist with his hand.

You looked up into his amber eyes as his lips curled into a small smile. He wasn’t moving, he was just looking at you, letting the tension build. It was as if he was still deciding what his next move would be. Your heart was racing but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

He finally leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, leaving a lipstick stain behind. “Thank you for helping me,” he told you genuinely, letting go of your wrist. He then moved out of your way so you could go back to your room, but as you were leaving he called out, “Don’t ever ignore me again, hun. Next time I won’t be so gentle.”

You were now desperate to get back to your room before any of the other brothers saw you. You couldn’t let them see how flustered you were right now. You closed the door immediately and went back to your bed to calm yourself down.

You made you sure to sit this time though, to prevent Asmo from another attack. Now that you were finally alone, you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation.

Only the Avatar of Lust would have the confidence to get your attention by smacking your ass.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 4

The living room and kitchen were deserted, neither Danny nor Jazz expected anyone as it was normal for their parents to essentially live in the basement only coming up for meals once or twice a month to ‘eat as a family’, these would consist mostly of fast food as no one trusted anything cooked in their kitchen.

They shared a glance as they opened the basement door and headed down. The dimly lit basement held the giant hole in the wall, the so-called portal, a massive metal spectacle with wires and interconnected circuitry met together to create an unholy abomination of science. Or at least that’s what Jazz called it once when they were in her room venting about the situation. 

“JAZZ!! DANNY!!” their overzealous father yelled as he bounded over.

Their mom walked over too, seeming to be happy for their return, “your father and I could barely contain our excitement all day!! Go on put on your hazmat suits.” their mom gestured over to the lockers that held the suits. Both of their parents' lockers tended to be quite empty since they practically lived in them, to the point where they had several copies of the same suits that they’d wash and reuse. Danny and Jazz only had the ones, Jazz had a nice dark violet color with black gloves and boots. Danny had black gloves and boots too but his was white to make it look like he was an astronaut, something that he had mixed feelings on. Both of these used to have a giant picture of Jack’s head on it but it was quickly removed by both siblings. 

They quickly put the suits on over their uniforms and joined their parents behind some glass near the portal. It wasn’t closed off or anything and Danny didn’t think it would be able to prevent something like an explosion from charing all of them but it’s hard to have faith in parents who've missed so much because of the stupid portal, or at least that’s how Danny felt. 

Jazz and Danny huddled together behind their parents as their mom did some final checks on a clipboard, “alrighty we should be all good, Hun you ready to throw the switch?” their mom asked their dad. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” Jack yelled as he threw down the switch.

…

A few sparks erupted from the portal but other than that nothing happened. 

Their dad, frustrated at this angrily tried turning it off and on again but nothing but another smaller spark and then truly nothing. 

Another low frustrated growl left their dad as he and mom walked back up the steps, “alright I’m taking a break.” Jack said, almost defeated, sounding, “I’m sorry but I really thought we had it this time.”

“Oh come on, Jack, let’s go out, I’m sure the kids were probably going over to the Wayne’s again anyways. Let’s go out and have a fun night then sleep on it.” their mom said, patting dad on the shoulder. They shared a fond look and then went upstairs probably to get ready. 

Danny and Jazz stood at the bottom of the stairs and shared a look.

“They gave up too fast again…” Jazz noted.

“I guess, what do we do now?” Danny asked.

“I’m still a little curious about the portal but I don’t want to keep Damian, Tim or Alfred waiting,” Jazz said with a hand on her cheek.

“We could invite them in, I know we haven’t before but maybe Tim would know how to get it working, he is pretty good with technology.” Danny reasoned. Neither of them really wanted to involve the Wayne’s in their family’s shenanigans but at this point they were all friends and Damian and Tim were bound to find out how weird their family was at some point anyways.

Jazz stood there seeming to think things over before she nodded, “alright I trust your judgment but we’ll have to be careful okay?” 

Danny smiled at her, “of course, what’s the worst that could happen?” 

This is what led to the four of them standing at the bottom of the stairs. Their parents had left about an hour ago. Danny and Jazz were still in their suits with Tim without one and made to sit with Jazz behind the glass and Damian and Danny planning to explore the actual tube.

“I don’t want to chance you getting hurt,” he said to her as he made her stand next to Tim.

Damian and Danny shared a look and nodded before heading into the tube. 

They looked around for a while but didn’t see much besides the interconnected wires on the floor of the lab. Damian took the right side while Danny took the left. They worked their way up and down the tube. Damian was a little ahead of Danny on their way out. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

When they were almost out Danny lost his footing, his hand flying out in front of him. A soft click was heard and time seemed to crawl to a stand still.

Danny couldn’t stand the thought of his friend getting hurt because of him and he felt a rush of adrenaline. He ran as he felt a swirl of energy and electricity surround his body. 

“DANNY!! DAMIAN!!” he heard both Tim and Jazz shout as he reached Damian who was at the mouth of the portal.

A quick shove was all it took to get Damian, who had turned towards him at the sound of the shout, out of the portal. 

“DANIEL!!” he heard Damian shout as the portal activated on top of him, surrounding his body with swirling green.

Blinding pain shot through Danny, feeling as if he was being torn apart and put back together again and again.

He figured he was dying but at least he could protect those he cared about. He was able to shove Damian out of the portal in time, and Tim and Jazz were safely behind the blast glass.

He wouldn’t ever be able to fly among the stars as an astronaut but he was able to protect. His family and friends were safe and that’s all that mattered. 

He could allow himself to succumb to the darkness as the electricity and pain consumed him whole.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

I’m back in my silly nonsense again and I do have a request, if that’s ok, I seriously don’t wanna annoy or stress you out hun but I do have a specific request in mind.

A sadistic yandere doctor x reader

It starts out simple enough like the reader goes in for a simple checkup and there’s a new doctor taking care of them and it escalates from there, every appointment with the new doctor becomes more unnerving and unhinged until escalating to abducting his “patient” and keeping them to himself

I dunno this sounded better in my head and plus you’re more creative than I am😅 I had this lil idea for a while and I’d figure it was worth a shot to ask, thanks for putting up with my silly shenanigans 😅

CW: Abduction, drugging, obsessive yandere, former bully reader, foul language, trypanophobia and mild iatrophobia

I took this ask and fucking R A N

The line between hatred and love is much thinner than one would like to believe.

(Reader) sat stiffly in the waiting room, staring at their phone while scrolling, not paying attention to anything that passed their eyes. Time was not moving fast enough, and it felt like they were about to have a heart attack while waiting for the doctor, fifteen minutes past their scheduled appointment time. They nearly jumped when the nurse finally called their name, not bothering to offer even a polite grin to the nurse as they were led back to get weighed, praying to whatever was listening that their deodorant didn't fail them. Sweat glued their shirt to their back, but (Reader) refused to take off their jacket.

Going to the clinic was always a hassle, and if it wasn't for the pain in their neck that refused to ease up they would have continued to avoid it like the plague. The nurse brought (Reader) back to an empty room, and left them there again, now waiting on a paper sheet that crinkled obnoxiously whenever (Reader) shifted and was ten times colder than they were in the waiting room. (Reader) took a shaky breath and continued to scroll absentmindedly on their phone.

A soft knock at the door was enough to make (Reader) drop their phone, diving for it as a nurse wheeled in a cart. "Hello, dear, how are we today?"

(Reader) popped back up, flushed. "Peachy."

"Lovely." The older woman grabbed a chart and read over (Reader's) information. "I'm going to take a quick little blood sample and get you checked in for Dr. Campbell."

Their face felt cold with how quickly their previous embarrassment faded into fear. Both at the thought of getting their blood drawn, and in confusion at hearing a new name. "Actually, my doctor is Dr. Kowl." (Reader) tried to correct the nurse.

The nurse smiled brightly. "Dr. Campbell is our newest doctor, he'll be taking over for Dr. Kowl when he retires. Can you remove an arm from your jacket please?"

(Reader) slipped their left arm out for the nurse, holding in their breath and averting their eyes while she pulled out a clean needle. Even if they couldn't see it, just knowing that it was getting closer to their arm sent a rush of adrenaline up and down their body so quickly that (Reader) was afraid it would knock them out. They swallowed a lump of snot threatening to choke them, rolling their eyes back to look at the ceiling as they ignored the tiny prick of pain.

"All done."

The sleeve was rolled down before (Reader) turned their head, a tight grimace plastered on their face. "Great."

"Dr. Campbell will be with you shortly." The nurse's demeanor was warm, but (Reader) couldn't feel it past the cold crispness of her scrubs. Clinic doctors weren't as bad as hospital or ER doctors, but they still were not pleasant to be around.

• 17 years ago •

A chubby boy with dark curly hair obscuring his eyes nervously watched (Reader) from afar, working up the courage to go speak to them. (Reader) had a bruise on their neck, partially hidden by their hoodie, and the young man was worried for the stranger in his high school. Tugging on his baggy shirt awkwardly while shuffling his feet, he made his way to the sad looking teen, struggling not to lose his nerve. "Hey.." he struggled not to stutter. "I was just, uh, wondering if everything was.. okay?"

The look of loneliness and emptiness on (Reader's) face was gone so fast that the boy thought he imagined it, now only seeing disgust and rage.

"The fuck you just say?"

• Present •

A young doctor with wavy brown hair stepped into the room, his downward turned eyes widening every so slightly, a bright, welcoming smile contrasting his surprised gaze, as he entered (Reader's) view. (Reader) was equally shocked, taken back by how handsome their new doctor was. "How are we feeling today?"

Hearing that typical doctor's greeting paled (Reader's) complexion, reminding them that no matter how hot this man might be, he was still a doctor. "I, uh, got a pain. It won't go away."

Dr. Campbell nodded, gently touching (Reader's) jaw as he tilted their head, watching their face carefully as they grimaced at certain angles. "Have we already taken X-rays?"

"Yeah, there's nothing wrong. Urgent care said it was a pulled muscle, I'm just here for a follow up." (Reader) noted how the new doctor searched their eyes uncomfortably; it was as though he was looking for something specific. "Is there something wrong?"

The doctor removed his hands, smiling again, but this time the smile seemed disingenuous, almost melancholy. "I'm sorry, I just.. you look like someone that I used to know." His jaw clenched under his smile. Dr. Campbell swiveled away, rolling to the computer and tapping on the keyboard for a couple of minutes before clicking his tongue. "I'm sorry, (Reader), but it looks like something went wrong with the blood sample we just took. Can you roll up your sleeve for me so I can get a new sample?" He asked while already reaching into his drawer, grabbing a fresh syringe and three vials.

(Reader) sighed, frustration displayed openly on their features. "Really?.."

• 17 years ago •

"Cry, bitch!" (Reader) snarled, kicking the new kid in his ribs. His only real crime was not knowing that, despite the lack of piercings, (Reader) was practically the leader for the high school's most notorious delinquents. The only reason (Reader) hadn't been expelled was because their grades never dropped below an A-, and the school prioritized their placement as the second best school in the country over a few accusations of harassment.

"Hey (Reader), who's your new friend?" Nate asked while sauntering over with the rest of (Reader's) friends.

"Dunno. Hey new kid," (Reader) bent down, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair and yanking his head up, "what's your name?"

The kid could barely speak through his sobbing. ".. Ichabod."

"HA! What kind of name is that?!" Lily cackled hysterically.

"From now on, I think you're going to be my new best friend.. ain't that right, pussy?"

His dark brown eyes couldn't help but fixate on (Reader's) neck as they glared down at him, the bruise shaped like fingers was so dark that in the lighting it looked like it was bleeding. "Well, that's the worse fucking name I've ever heard in my life. No wonder you're such a pussy.

• Present •

"I'm here for Dr. Campbell? I have a twelve-thirty about some blood results?" (Reader) grumpily muttered, pissed that they had to be back at the clinic only a week after their last appointment. Hearing Campbell's name, one of the receptionists smiled, fluttering her lashes and biting her lip subtly.

Her colleague saw her reaction and made a noise of approval. "That new doctor, he's quite the charmer, isn't he?"

"Stop!" The younger woman smiled harder, rolling her eyes. The whole thing made (Reader) grossed out. Yeah, the man was cute, but not when you're on the job. "Besides, he's.. unavailable."

"What? I didn't see a ring on his finger."

'They have forgotten me.' (Reader) puffed out their cheeks and patted their sides loudly, hoping the two medical professionals would get the hint and just sign them in.

"Apparently, he only became a doctor because of his highschool sweetheart. He said he had somebody whose 'attention' he 'wanted'." She sighed dreamily. (Reader) sighed also, but only out of frustration.

"Hey." (Reader) snapped, embarrassing the two receptionists as they looked to (Reader), mouths open like (Reader) was an apparition. "Twelve thirty. (Reader). Is there any paperwork I need to fill out?"

"Sorry! No-"

"Great." (Reader) interrupted the lady, heading over to the horribly uncomfortable chairs a few feet away. However, nearly as soon as (Reader's) butt touched the seat their name was called out, startling them on the speed.

They raised their eyebrows but didn't complain, heading back past the smiling nurses with disdain.

Dr. Campbell met (Reader) in the hall, sneaking up behind them. "Not big on smiling, huh?" The tall man grinned, feeling immense joy at the way (Reader's) face blanched and their muscles tensed.

"I'll smile for some good news." (Reader) forced a smile onto their face, the faux sign of friendliness not reaching their eyes.

He held out a hand as if to say 'after you', directing (Reader) to an open door.

• 16 years ago •

Ichabod couldn't look away from (Reader), studying their shaky visage as (Reader) barely held themselves together, teetering in the corner of the dirty basement. It was interesting, the first real emotion Ichabod had ever detected from (Reader) besides disgust.

Fear.

The group of 'friends' all drunkenly sat around Lily's older brother while he tattooed the minors in his dingy home. (Reader) was trying their hardest not to barf as the gun entered their friend's skin rhythmically.

"(Reader), check it out!" The dumbass child held up his arm, proudly displaying a jagged dog. "What'd ya think?"

"It looks like shit." (Reader) spat. The horror was masked by their hatred, fooling everyone except Ichabod. He stared a little too hard, finally drawing the attention of (Reader).

(Reader) could see by the look in Ichabod's eye that he saw their dirty little secret. Rage buzzed throughout (Reader's) body. "Why don't you give one to the pussy?"

Gasping, Ichabod went weak, experiencing something close to betrayal. He never felt an ounce of companionship from his 'best friend' but he was always looking for something from (Reader), he just couldn't understand what. Nate jumped up, launching towards the group's punching bag with sadistic glee.

(Reader) went blank, as they often did, showing neither pleasure nor anger as their friends closed in on Ichabod. "What about it? Since you're not fighting back, I take it that means you want one?" They paused, almost hoping for a reaction other than fright. But Ichabod was frozen, pleading (Reader) with his large teary eyes.

• Present •

"Fine. Hey Marty, why don't you write-"

"This better be the last time." (Reader) finally opened their eyes, too blinded by their phobia to question why their doctor's face was pink; why his large eyes were half lidded; and why he was smiling at them like they were the most attractive person he's ever seen in his life.

Dr. Campbell shuttered, eyes glazing over as he watched (Reader's) face contort, sweat beading on their forehead as the needle pierced their arm. (Reader) was so focused on not crying that they had no clue the look their new doctor was giving them. Being able to see this side to (Reader) was a privilege, one reserved for best friends.

"This should be the last test." His voice which usually oozed like honey quivered oddly, tickling a memory (Reader) couldn't quite recollect.

"Yeah, well, bit aggravating that both times I've gotten my blood drawn, something went wrong and it needed to be taken again." They pulled on their jacket with a huff. "Arm's beginning to look like a junkie's."

"Well, I do apologize for that. You can schedule your next appointment at the front desk. Your results will be in by next Thursday, we'll discuss them together then."

"Great." (Reader) left the room as quickly as possible, the agitation felt from being trapped in a doctor's office trumping how woozy they were. The nervous adult left the doctor behind, unaware of his erection hidden under his clip board. Dr. Campbell pocketed the blood sample, casually readjusting his pants through his pocket as he did so.

His smirk faded into something haunting, something damn near evil. "Last appointment, huh?" The doctor couldn't help but roll up his sleeve, his hard on becoming almost painful in the position he was sitting. A faded blue ink tattoo fuzzy with age and poor in quality marred his arm like a beautiful blemish.

• 15 years ago •

Cigarette smoke drifted up towards the gloomy clouds, the senior leaning against the fence that separated student and faculty parking lit a new cigarette as soon as the last one finished. Ichabod recognized (Reader) from behind, and found himself incapable of running and hiding, pulled in to his tormentor's side against his will. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of (Reader's) face, one eye completely swollen shut and their skin dark purple. Their one good eye stared at nothing, unblinking and dead.

(Reader) didn't look at Ichabod, knowing there was only one person dumb enough to approach them when they looked like this. No matter how hard they pushed him, he never stopped looking at them with that pitiful sentimentality. "Don't hang out with us at lunch today." Nate failed another history exam, and would be looking for someone to take his anger out on. (Reader) didn't know why they were sparing such a little bitch from getting his ass beat. Maybe they were just bored of him.

Ichabod flinched like he had just been hit, trying to will (Reader) to look at him, to explain themselves.

"Actually.. I'm done with you." They finished off their cancer stick, and dropped it into the gravel. "Stop hanging out with us."

"Why?" It was the only thing he could force himself to say.

(Reader) wondered why themselves. Would a therapist have been able to understand? See past their anger, their disgust? The only reason why (Reader) started bullying Ichabod was because he was new, and no one told him that (Reader) wasn't worth his sympathy. They knew he saw it, the bruise on their neck, and they could see it in his stupid face. And it pissed them off. Everyone knew-

(Reader) wasn't someone to pity.

Watery eyes threatening to overflow shook under the force of his tumultuous feelings as the baby faced young man got in (Reader's) line of sight. Even getting decked would be better than being ignored. But there was nothing in (Reader's) eye. He was invisible to them. "I hate pussies."

• Present •

"So, just a pulled muscle?" (Reader) grimaced, raising their hands in annoyance.

Dr. Campbell smiled, showing off all his pearly white teeth. "Thank God it wasn't something more serious."

"Great." Slapping their knees, (Reader) stood, ready to leave and hoping to never come back again. However, their body was stopped at the door by a strong hand gripping their wrist painfully, a deep scarlet staining Dr. Campbell's face and what was visible of his neck. "What?"

"Have we met before?" His face was smiling but his voice was on the verge of cracking.

"Yeah. Three weeks ago. When I first came in."

Long eyelashes nearly pushed his glasses off his nose. The doctor had (Reader) trapped in his arms at this point. "Are you sure? Are you sure I don't look familiar?"

The rising feeling of anxiety quickly morphed into anger, just as it always did, just like when they were a little kid. It took every ounce of self control they had to not knee the new doctor in the nuts. "Am I supposed to?!" (Reader) raised their voice, clenching their fists, feeling their entire body tense as it prepared to fight.

A laugh escaped him, jerking uncontrollably as he felt himself nearly cum just from seeing the old (Reader) trapped in his arms, unable to escape him, knowing that they were just masking their fear, just like that day in the basement all those years ago. "Thank you.." The look in his misty eyes grossed (Reader) out. "Thank you for not changing."

• 15 years ago •

"What?" Ichabod asked in disbelief. The office attendant spoke clearly but her words just didn't make sense.

(Reader) had been missing for nearly a month before Ichabod had the courage to ask anyone where they went. His tan skin had already begun to heal, the bruises left by (Reader's) shoes and the cuts left from their punches had faded. The only memory he had left of them was the tattoo on his arm he kept covered up. If he ever wore a short sleeve shirt it would be over, the pain would end, but he would also never see (Reader) again, and he couldn't have that.

"(Reader) doesn't go here anymore, sweetheart. They got their G.E.D so they could graduate early. One smart cookie, that one."

'But that's impossible.' Ichabod thought to himself. He knew (Reader), knew them better than anyone else. He was special. There was no way he couldn't have known about this. He was closer to (Reader) than their piece of shit friends, and that's why (Reader) hurt him! Deep down Ichabod just knew that (Reader) only hurt him because he could see them for who they were. No one else knew how scared (Reader) was. No one else cared about (Reader's) home life. Only he did.

Only Ichabod knew how terrified (Reader) was of needles.

Through the tears and spit, hiding his body from his parents so they wouldn't know what was happening at school, lying to teachers when they voiced their concerns about potential bullying, Ichabod had convinced himself that what he and (Reader) had was special. Because only he saw how scared they were. He told himself that it wasn't because no one else cared about the "future criminal", but because he was special to (Reader), and only he was allowed to see them vulnerable. That was a privilege for best friends only.

'Was it because I didn't give them enough attention?'

He walked through the hallway without a limp, without a hunched back, just like a normal student. It disgusted him. The walls were plastered with students' artwork, motivational posters, and recruitment ads. A smiling man in a white lab coat caught Ichabod's attention, pulling him out of his dark emptiness and showing him the solution to his problem.

"I'll make you see me."

• Present •

"Stupid son of a bitch!" (Reader) moved at a fast pace through the parking garage, nearly jogging to their truck. They had been doing so well, such a good job, but one moment in a stranger's arms and their mind was invaded by a voice they hadn't thought about in almost a year.

Their mother's words tumbled from their lips as they fished for their keys, shaking with apprehension disgust. "Fucking coward, fucking pussy, goddamnit, good for nothing-"

The old familiar tingling of adrenaline, the need to punch something.

Reaching their truck didn't provide any relief. The keys they were searching for kept evading their fingers as though they had a mind of their own. In the black of their tinted window another figure approached their reflection. (Reader) angrily whipped around, ready to start swinging. Behind them stood Dr. Campbell, wearing a baby blue short sleeved polo tucked into a pair of black slacks. The collared shirt exposed his muscular arms and accentuated his broad shoulders. He would have been so attractive if (Reader) didn't know what he looked like in a lab coat.

"I'm glad I caught you! I didn't have a chance to apologize in there, you rushed off before I could explain myself."

"Don't make up excuses for being a pervert." (Reader) snarled, ready to lash out like a cornered animal. They still couldn't feel the keys in their pocket.

The man smiled so sweetly at (Reader) that it made them want to bite him. "It really hurt my feelings. I thought that maybe you just didn't remember me." His eyes looked down at his feet, but he wasn't an actor, and (Reader) could see plainly that there wasn't a drop of sadness in the man before them. "But I guess.. I do look different than I did back in highschool."

His right hand reached out towards (Reader) to caress their cheek. They almost smacked him away, but a small, shitty tattoo on his arm drained them of their blood faster than a gun shot wound, feeling their bravado leak out of them so quickly that they didn't have time to remember to be pissed.

(READER'S) BITCH

Before they could recover and throw the first punch the hand clamped over their mouth, and a needle was revealed from behind his back in the other hand.

They struggled, but Ichabod hadn't spent his years in med school working out to impress (Reader). Eyes wide with horror watched the needle approach their neck helplessly, and Ichabod could almost cry at the beautiful sight before him. The fear that only he was able to see, only he was allowed to experience, God he could have fucked them right there and then, but he controlled himself. This had all been planned out, and he couldn't fuck it up just because (Reader) was shaking beneath him so cutely.

The needle went into their neck, injecting a drug to knock them out for a few hours. (Reader) screamed silently into his palm, and he watched as they recognized the adoration in his eyes with terror. (Reader's) keys were pulled out from Ichabod's back pocket, dangling teasingly in front of (Reader's) face as they went limp. "You said you hated pussies." His smile was mocking as (Reader) went dark, unable to stay awake. There was so much they wanted to say. They wanted to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. To tell him he wasn't a pussy, that they were never speaking to him when they called him that.

They didn't understand why he looked down at them so kindly. (Reader) hoped that if he killed them it would be a swift death. They felt that they deserved it after all this time.

What he had in store for them was much, much worse than death.

[newkatzkafe2023]

Oof the other beat me to the Pucca one

So I was wondering what's the monkies reaction on meeting a Pinkie Pie reader instead?

(I remember the Smile Video, if you haven't watched that, just don't because it's gore)

YES I LOVE PINKIE PIE 🥳🥳 as for the video to late for that Hun🤢😨

(Lmk Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh my and he thought he had so much energy. He loves how positive you are in every situation and find a reason to laugh everyday, your also supportive and inventive with him, Mk, and all of your close friends. You also would give insightful bout of wisdom in the most random at times, and it always puts him in a standstill even for Macaque as well. At the end of the day using the element of laughter you stay by Wukong's side even at the darkest times.

(HIB Wukong) Oh man if it wasn't for the Luier and Silly girl's over energetic personalities then you would have burned him out already. You and the kids would Bounce all over the place singing, dancing, partying and playing game. You just a big kid and Luier and Silly girl loved it and, in a way Wukong loved it as well. You never let the harshness of life get you down and just laugh it off and smile. You would also go out of your way to get him to smile as well as you loved him even when he's grumpy. Wukong hopes you continue to smile everyday 😊

(NR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh man with him everyday and night is a party🥳🥳🥳, He's as hyperactive and cheerful as you are and everyday was full of adventure and Excitement. He totally looses his mind when he found out you had a confetti cannon on the go, and ups the anti at times. Li and Su can't be upset with you to much for going along with Wukong's Shenanigans but they Wish you would slow down a bit. The best part is you Always were able to get a smile out of both your husband and your kids🥰

(MKR Wukong) He brings the sour, while you return it with sweet together you make a sourpatch kid. Wukong can never understand how you can be so happy in Dire situations like how can you be so chill. You can get firm and serious when needed, but you would advise him not to be so tense and just laugh. Wukong may not understand you half the time, but love you so much he'll never want you to change.

(Netflix Wukong) OHHHHHHHHH YEAH IT'S PARTY TIME🥳🥳🥳 Wukong loves you and your cheerful smiles and personality and the best part of all you know how to have fun. You two are those little kids on the playground making up games and running around and making noise. Lin sometimes sighs whenever you come over to hang in the beginning but you mean well and always try to include her in everything. In other words It didn't take no time at all for you to become Wukong's other half☺️

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh you bounce to beat of your own drum, he likes that very much. Wukong finds himself laughing harder then he ever did before. You out of pocket tricks, your jokes and funny and sunny personality has kelp him entertained and on his toes. In other words he love you need to party for everything you both do together and he wouldn't have it any other way.

(Destined one) You make the destined one dizzy with your seemingly endless energy and smiles. He never knows what you could possibly do next, especially when you seem to be on a never-ending suger rush. Although you are pink, loud, cute, and supportive and always there when he needs you. Sometimes you can be a lot to deal with, especially Will, how composed and silent he is I guess it's true what they say opposites do attract.

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[xodarling]

I just need something with Himiko (HSR) Just getting it doggy style with a strap on and Himiko or the reader to have a major exhibition kink..🥴

like imagine himiko getting fucked behind close doors but she's trying to get Dan or someone else to stay away from coming in the room by talking to them and trying not to moan

Please 🤲

QUIET DOWN - xodarling

includes: what the request says, fem!reader, himeko’s sick of your shenanigans, but she complies anyway cuz she luvs u😘 , insatiable!reader, ur younger than her, lowercase writing, usage of y/n, pet names (hun, darling, mama (not in a weird way), dear)

a/n: okay 🤲

“please, please, please!” right now, you’re begging himeko to have sex with you, again. “honey, we just made love not too long.” she sighs, “hime.. i can’t do it later, i’m busy!” you hit the mattress below you like a little baby having a tantrum.

“okay, hun.” himeko sighs with a slight giggle, she really can’t understand how you manage to have so much energy no matter what you do. once himeko gave you an okay you practically pounced on top of her, strap quickly put on since it wasn’t too far away.

you quickly discarded her clothing, and attacked her already bruised neck, adding even more bruises. himeko softly moans as your lips press against the skin of her neck, relaxing as you take your time littering her skin with hickeys.

you grab her tits, playing with the fat surrounding the nipple and then the nipple itself. you take a bite into her milky flesh, leaving a bite mark on of her boobs.

himeko sighs as you take your time sucking and biting her tits. once you had your fill you go lower and lower, kissing her stomach and then her cunt. “mama, you’re dripping.” you run a finger over her slit, “of course i am, you treat me so well.” himeko sighs out.

you then position the plastic tip on top of her cunt and push it in quickly. himeko yelps out once you fully push the strap-on inside of her, her walls being stretched by your dick. once you bottom out inside her you give her no time to react and start plowing your hips into her in an animalistic way.

himeko’s back completely arches, her moans are bouncing off the walls while her chest jiggles with every thrust. a loud moan rips itself out her throat once you hit that spongy spot inside her walls, yelps and whines get louder the more you hit her g-spot. himeko felt her orgasm approaching at a rapid pace your thrusts increasing in tenfold, just a little more and she’ll cum.

“himeko? are you alright?” you stopped thrusting once you heard that calm voice speaking behind the door, before himeko could respond you turn her around, her ass in full display for you to see. “dan heng.. hnghh, what are you— doing here?” himeko bites her lip to conceal any sort of noise that she makes.

you start thrusting, quickly but not harshly to not make any sort of skin slapping happen. “i heard sounds coming from your room, i just wanted to see if you were okay.” how sweet of dan heng, worrying about his fellow express member, completely unaware of what’s happening behind that door.

you quicken your thrusts making them light and fast, “it sounded like someone was in pain.” dan heng added to the end of his sentence, himeko was face planted into her bed, her back completely arched and eyes were rolled back and brimmed with tears. “ah.. no! no, everything’s fine.. don’t worry.. hngh..”

himeko somehow manages to yelp out, the tip of your silicone dick repeatedly hits her g-spot, her back arching with how much pleasure you’re giving her, the fact that someone’s outside, completely oblivious to what’s happening makes her cunt suck in your strap even more.

“are you sure, i’m coming in—” the door knob twists just a slight bit, “no! don’t come in! i’m dealing with something personal, i need.. ah.. some alone time..” himeko’s eyes were fully white now, you’re hand gripping her and pulling it up, her back against your chest.

you move both your hands and play with her nipples, occasionally bringing one down and playing with the fat of her ass, her lip was swollen and bleeding from all the biting. her hands gripping the sheets below both of you, her mouth open wide as silent moans make their way through her mouth.

“oh, alright, i’ll be going then.” dan heng mutters through the door, his voice getting farther before it completely disappears. once his voice stops you push himeko down, making her back arch once again and grab her hips to start plowing away again.

curses and whines start to bounce off the walls wildly, loud slaps of skin on skin as your hips meet hers. “darling..! slow— ah.. down!” himeko whines out, her grip on the sheets getting tighter and tighter, your hands coming down and striking himeko’s ass as you watch it ripple with each thrust.

himeko’s back started to arch even more as her tongue lolled out her mouth, drool dripping down and wetting the sheets. loud almost pornographic moans get even louder as you sneak one of your hands down to her clit, ferociously rubbing it.

her slick starts to drip down her thighs, her orgasm rapidly approaching. your hips start to smash against her ass, the fat of it jiggling with each harsh thrust, you throw your head back as sweat starts to trail down your body, leaving a thin coat of sweat all over your body.

himeko makes more incoherent sounds, trying to warn you about her getting close, not like that’s necessary her cunt sucking in your strap was enough for you to know. you lean down and bite at her soft shoulder, leaving a red bite mark on it.

a loud moan leaves himeko’s throat, the tight knot in her stomach getting tighter, she reaches her hand back tapping your bare thigh, wordlessly telling you she was about to cum. “please, hime, cum for me..” you whine against her ear, your hips burning as your animalistic thrusts get harder and faster.

she arched her back completely, her thighs start to shake as she yelps out something that sounded like your name. your hips don’t stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm, her moans get louder as your tip hits that spot inside her again and again.

her face is buried into a pillow she grabbed, her loud almost ear deafening moans are muffled by this pillow. that pure orgasmic pleasure courses through himeko’s body in waves, each one intensified by your thrusts, her walls clamping down even tighter as your hips force the strap even deeper.

her hips are bucking as you continue to fuck her during and after her orgasm, only stopping when your hips give out from all strength you were using to fuck her. your body falls and lands on top of himeko, your bare chest pressed against her smooth back as you both pant from exhaustion.

himeko sighs into the pillow, attempting to collect herself as sweat drips down her body. she whimpers quietly when you straighten your back and place your hands back on her meaty hips, giving her ass a loud slap.

“let’s go again, yeah?” you pant out, you flip himeko onto her back and start to fondle her chest.

both of you will have to have a very awkward talk with rest of the express after this.

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My image gallery is plauged with gi-hun shenanigans

[pearlcigs]

⋆ sweet tea in the summer

cool breeze flowing through your hair. soft humming from the birds that are building nests. laughter from the boy next to you. "it is not funny, leon." you groaned, looking down at your white, now opaquely brown stained, shirt. "it's a little funny." leon continued to laugh. "c'mere," he brings you closer to him and gently lifts your iced tea stained shirt over your head. "who needs shirts anyway, hm?" he mumbles, with a stupid smile as he begins to kiss your collarbone.

your laugh rumbled through your chest. a sweet smile adorning your face. leon always knew how to make that smile he loves so much appear on your face. "leon." you mumbled, more laughs erupting as his hands slither onto your waist, kneading mindless patterns into the warm flesh. he dawdled down from your chest to your stomach, sticking out his blue stained tongue from his slurpee. his tongue runs across your sticky skin, licking at the iced tea that bleed through the exceedingly thin shirt and onto your smooth skin.

"eww, gross." you laughed, from the amusement of your puppy-like boyfriend and the tickle from his tongue gliding across your stomach. "just trying to make sure no bugs get attracted to you. can't have some male fruit fly stealing my girl." he joked, goofy grin from ear to ear. he only ever smiled like that when he was with you. you laughed yet again and if he kept this up, soon your stomach was going to start hurting from how much laughter he diverted from you.

"i don't think you have anything to worry about, hun." you reassured, letting your fingers roam through his messy hair. "just making sure. don't know what i'd do without you." he turns sappy just for a moment but it doesn't last long. he back to kissing your collarbone with his hands ticking your waist. your neighbors surely thought you were crazy from how often you would laugh and yell at leon to stop tickling you. they could only image what kind of shenanigans the two of you 'youngins' got up to.

love was a strange thing. love lead you to leon, which lead you to sitting in your backyard with your shirt discarded to allow leon to attack you with kisses and tickles. the iced tea you once cursed for being so spillable you were now thanking in some odd way. you always hated the summer time with the abhorrent humid but with leon, it makes it the best time of the year.

[pinksugarscrub]

Guts

Hobie Brown x fem! spider! reader

Late octobie submission, prepare to be amazed

Event by @the-kr8tor Banner by @the-shroom-garden

Special thank you to @hyperfix-wip for being my number one pookie and beta reader 💙❤️

word count: 1,707

parts: 1, 2

cw: cursing and general shenanigans

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F.E.A.S.T. has been a part of your life since you could remember. It’s where you met Peter Parker, your Peter Parker. In his prime with more than a dozen job applications while you were halfway through high school.

Now your roles are reversed with Peter leading the Emily-May foundation alongside Harry Osborn and you finishing your first year of college. Things couldn’t be better. Not that you would say that out loud. Peter is superstitious and now you’re starting to believe him after Doctor Connors turned himself into…well a lizard.

The smell of pumpkin permeates the air. Small candles lit and fixed across all of the plastic tables you helped setup just this morning. It makes your nose twitch and a headache soon appears but you don't have the heart to tell May.

There are artificial leaves hanging from the ceiling along with streamers. A tree trunk made of packing paper and tape in the corner. Notes with something everyone is thankful for along with a few polaroids. All in all the day is shaping up to be great!

Denial is a river in Egypt.

“Hun, don’t you have a paper due tonight?” May asks. Concern etching her face as she catches you mid-errand.

“What? No-” you wheeze. Pretending to struggle with the boxes in your hands when another volunteer walks by. It turns out to only be Peter. Who makes short work of taking the boxes off your hands. Always a gentleman.

“Here, let me help!”

“Your protege is stretching herself thin again Peter.” May tsks.

Peter shifts the boxes of clothing just under his chin. A knowing look on his face that sometimes you wish you could just squash under your shoes. 

“Is it the battle of the bands? You’ll do great junior, it’s nothing you can’t handle.”

“That’s today?” May gasps.

“Would everyone just-” Your voice raises in irritation and it immediately deflates as you catch May and Peter exchange a look. “I’m fine. I just need a break. Sorry.”

Peter’s eyes follow you as you stuff your hands in your pockets and storm up the steps.

“All yours Pete.” May sighs. Patting his back and sending him off with her prayers.

When Peter finds you, your eyes are rimmed with red and your fingers are fidgeting like they always do when you’re anxious. 

He can remember finding you in the same place and predicament when he first started mentoring you. 

Peter has never really thought of himself as this great hero. Even after seeing Spider-Man themed sneakers and branded t-shirts (He hasn’t seen any of the revenue from that by the way).

Peter just happens to be at the right place at the right time. Granted he chose to be someone the neighborhood could rely on but greatness wasn’t something he was used to being described as by anyone other than his close friends and May. 

To have to live in his shadow was something he couldn’t quite comprehend until you voiced your bubbling insecurities to him. You were such a small thing then. Still trying to find your way in the world and become Spider-Woman .

Since then this rooftop,in and out of costume, has become the center of uncomfortable conversations and warm embraces that fill a space in Peter’s heart that he wasn’t even aware he had. You were his family now. With Mary Jane and Harry. It was a weird conjunction of people but a happy one nonetheless.

Peter holds onto the door until it quietly locks back into place. You don’t move but he’s sure you’ve noticed him. He stands until you quietly ask him to sit and for a while it’s silent. Peter knows you like it that way. You’re such an analytical kid.

The city streets are as noisy as ever. It’s New York. But the leaves are a vibrant array of orange, yellow, and red. The air is cold and the sky is gray.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize again.

“No sweat.” Peter smiles. Glancing over before squeezing your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

You snort, “cold.” Wrapping your thin sweater tighter around your body to make a point. “I forgot my jacket.”

“I can see that,” he laughs. Then it’s quiet again except for his shuffling as he sets his jacket over your shoulders. 

“You did a great job with the decorations.” He tries to veer the conversation in a different direction. You aren’t ready to talk yet.

“It’s just colored paper.”

“Ah there’s only room for one self deprecating person on this roof and that’s me. Get your own gig.”

You laugh and finally look up from your scarred hands. Freshly healed from a run in with Rhino. 

Peter smiles wider. That goofy smile that MJ fell in love with when they were just sixteen. You will die before ever admitting you once found him cute. You will also take to your grave the massive crush you had on Spider-Man before getting bit. What? You were fourteen!

“What about depression?” You quip. “Anxiety is a good candidate too.”

“How about something positive for once.”

“Anxiety is positive. It keeps me alive.”

“Alright, something serotonin inducing,” he corrects himself.

“Arson.”

“That isn’t illegal.”

You sigh loudly and slump against the wall. “Fine. Uh…what about being stuck up? That’s free and still mildly annoying.”

“Mildly?” He chokes out a laugh. “I beg to differ. What about being a know it all?”

You wave your hand dismissively. “Too basic.”

You stare at one another before bursting into laughter. His arm comes up to bring you into his embrace. 

Peter knows how to give good hugs. You’ve deduced this after watching him console civilians. Just the right ones too and Peter always smelled distinctly of soot and ash. Like he can never quite separate Spider-Man from Peter Parker.

“What is it?” He asks after seeing your expression slowly sink back into sadness.

What was it? Was there a simple answer? Everything felt congealed into one. Gooey and sticky until you were left with a multicolored wad of gum. You suppose that’s the best answer you can give Peter.

“It’s everything.” You exhale. Shoulders slumped as you look back to your clammy palms. “College admissions, the band, today’s dinner.”

You drown further into his much too large jacket. You could stay in it forever if it meant not having to face reality.

“What’s worrying you the most. Let’s start there.”

You scrunch your nose and ponder over the list of things weighing on your mind. One sticks out like a thorn in your side no matter how hard you try to think about graduation or what to wear tonight. The show.

“Remember Hobie?” 

Peter perks up. “Yeah, of course. We’re meeting him today along with…Gwen and Pavitr, am I saying that right?”

If it wasn’t for the fact your stomach was in knots you would have teased him for taking so long to remember.

“Yeah, Pav works too.”

Peter parrots the shortened version of Pavitr’s name under his breath. Mentally storing that information so he can make a good impression on your friends.

A deep breath leaves your chest as you tap on your knee. “I want him, especially him, to think I’m cool. Is that weird?”

Peter shakes his head. “Not at all. I mean, talk to MJ. There is no shortage of embarrassing stories about me trying to impress her.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle. “Like the time you ate it in the cafeteria when you were trying to catch up to her. Or the time-”

“Ok, ok!” Peter sputters. Face growing hot as he relives the most devastating moment of his life. “Jeez, are you trying to kill me?”

“It would make this process go a lot faster,” you joke.

“Right, feelings stink.”

“Suck Peter. They suck.”

“Same thing,” he argues.

“No it isn’t Mary Poppins- can I finish now?”

Peter raises one hand in surrender while the other remains on your side.

“Thank you,” you huff. Lips twitching as you fight the urge to smile. 

Thinking over your friendship with Hobie—that you’re hoping will evolve into something more—there is one thing he has an adamant distaste for and that’s capitalism. 

And, well, no your band doesn’t make million dollar record deals but the genre of music is so generic not even you can keep from making fun of the four chord pop songs you make.

However after spending more and more time with Hobie you started to see the stark differences in why you both create music. You can’t help but think Hobie might not be able to see past it. You almost feel like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. A poser, a fraud.

But you love music. Your songs are a mix of a little bit of everything in that they aren’t one in the same. Stemming from your background, your bandmates, and what’s popular now. You don’t stick to just one thing. But what if that doesn’t impress him?

Punk is a form of expression against oppression while pop is an innovation of style and skill. Moreover focused on presentation. Hobie plays for freedom while you play for a different kind.

“Well,” Peter began, “I’m no expert but from what I’ve heard-”

You roll your eyes as he fakes an english accent. It’s horrible. Like scratching your nails against a chalkboard.

“-he sounds like a pretty great guy. I almost want to marry him.”

That you can agree with.

“I doubt he’d ever break up a friendship over something so trivial in the grand scheme of things.” Peter considers there’s a slim chance he will. Slim. So he continues. “If he does. You and I can cry over a box of oreos.”

“Cookie dough,” you correct. On the verge of tears as you smile. Not for yourself but for Peter.

You never received ‘you’re being ridiculous’ or ‘you’re overreacting’ from Peter. He never sugar coated anything either. He would make a great dad someday.

“We’re getting through this together. Whether you win or lose. You’ve always got me.” His voice softened. “Ok squirt?”

Air escapes Peter’s lungs as you barrel into his chest. Clutching onto his battered ‘the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell’ shirt until your knuckles turn white. 

“Thanks Pete.”