#but this is stuff more people should hear

[venomhound]

Hazbin Hotel - Petname Headcanons

Headcanons for what terms of endearment Vox, Alastor, and Lucifer use in their relationships. I was going to do more characters, but this post got too long (AGAIN), so I just did my favs. If enough people want it, I can do a part 2? Maybe? MAYHAPS?

Contents/WARNINGS: Gender neutral reader; talks about what yall like to be called during sex; Daddy/Mommy kinks; Valentino mention; Lucifer really needs therapy you guys (18+), MDNI, NSFW below the cut ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

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Vox ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

What He Calls You

(NOTE: Huge credit to @bindeds for the whole 'Vox does sappy petnames' headcanon. You should read their post with it >here<. Its lived rent free in my head since I read it.)

Honestly? Vox is a menace when it comes to terms of endearment.

Vox loves to get creative and call you super sappy stuff. Things like sugar bear, honey kisses, love dove, cuddle cake.... I pray you can at least tolerate this because I have no doubt that Vox has sent past partners running for the hills by doing this.

These silly names tend to come in waves. Vox will have one that he likes to call you, use it for a short bit, then switch it up for a different one. So if there is one you particularly don't like, at least you never have to deal with it for more then a few days.

Vox doesn't like to talk about you in front of the cameras (he has a deep fear that your going to end up stolen). But when he does, he avoids using your actual name. Instead Vox calls you more... conventionally sappy petnames. Like dearest, or starlight.

Not embarrassed at all about calling you these things in front of millions of viewers. He loves you so much and feels so lucky to have you. In a perfect world and if this wasn't, you know, Hell, Vox would just openly brag about you on air 24/7.

While Vox always seems to have something new to call you, the one name that sticks around and actually gets used consistently is sugar. A classic 50s petname. He thinks it particularly suits you because your, well, sweet as sugar. And you make everything in his life better.

What You Call Him

Vox could not care less what you call him. I don't mean that in a 'he doesn't care' way, no, its the opposite. I mean you could call him literally whatever you want and Vox will love it. He just wants to be called something special and to know he is special to you.

I'm not kidding here. Everything is on the table. Cutesy names, sappy ones, playful nicknames... Literally whatever you want as long as its not straight up demeaning or embarrassing.

Don't call him Voxy though. Yeah, its a cute name he will admit; and it sounds bittersweet coming from your lips. But that name is just far too associated with Valentino. It brings back so many painful memories and raw resentment that Vox would rather not experience in your presence. If he has to at all.

I've always pictured Vox being that guy who never wants to hear his real name come from your mouth once you two start dating. You all know the type of guy I'm talking about. Dude will have an actual breakdown.

You two could be having a serious conversation or heated argument, but as soon as you say 'Vox' nothing else matters to him. Vox just gapes at you and is like "Since when am I VOX to you?! I'M YOUR CUDDLE BEAR." Or insert whatever name you use for him. He says it completely serious too.

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A little ironic considering he hates hearing his actual name come from your mouth normally; but when you two are in the bedroom, Vox wants you to say nothing but his name.

Vox loves nothing more then when he fucks you stupid on his cock or overstimulates you to where his name is the only word you know. When you start moaning his name like a prayer or chanting it as your voice cracks.

There is nothing more beautiful to him then those sounds. Vox could cum from those sounds alone; and he has many times. Times when one of you was away or you two were otherwise separated.

Vox would play back the sounds of your pleading during your last time together to himself. He had been away from you for too long. He desperately needed to hear your voice, his name from your lips. Its like a drug to him.

Vox tends to lean towards gentler, more classic names in the bedroom. He whispers how much he missed you, darling. While his lips greedily take yours again and again. He will kiss down your neck, mumbling against your skin how he cant wait to make his sweetheart feel good. Gorgeous, beautiful, and handsome also frequently leave his lips once more skin starts getting exposed.

I have always headcanoned Vox as a switch. When he veers towards that more dominant, possessive side, he will start using more sexually charged names like babe or kitten. But if you two have been together a long time or you end up tying the knot.... Now Vox just babbles about how perfect his wife or his husband is as he plows into you over and over.

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Alastor ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

What He Calls You

Poor deer man. Quite bluntly, he has no idea what to do when he gets actual feelings for someone. I mean, yeah, he know what to do; in theory. In practice however, its a whole different story. Things are always much easier in theory then actual reality.

Perfect example of this is when you two first become an item and Alastor tries to legitimately flirt with you. Alastor lays it on just a little bit too thick and goes straight to calling you baby.

The entire hotel gets thrown for a loop. Husk chokes on his drink, Angel Dust fucking yowls, and Vaggie is cringing into the next century.

Fun fact: 'baby' first started being used as a term of endearment in the 1920s and was all the rage during that time. So Alastor probably actually used it.

Poor boomer Alastor doesn't understand what happened until he vents to Rosie about it and she laughs at him too. Rosie has to explain to Alastor that the whole 'baby' thing has taken on a much more sexual connotation during the last, you know, hundred years.

Alastor is somehow even more embarrassed about the whole faux pas upon knowing the full context then he was before.

To avoid another, ahem... incident. Alastor just straight up asks what you would like him to call you. As long as its not something too weird or sappy he will oblige.

If you tell him to call you whatever he wants, Alastor is going to be like a deer in the headlights (pun intended) due to what happened last time. Will probably just stick to your name for awhile or test things out in private first.

Alastor is partial to calling you darling, my dear, or just love. Whichever seems to make your heart flutter most.

You can always tell when Alastor is in a particularly good/playful mood because he will call you my doe (if your female) or my buck (if your male). Alastor will also use this name if he is showing you off or you've done something to make him proud of you.

What You Call Him

If you were to ask him? Alastor would tell you to simply call him by his name or just Al. Says he isnt fond of petnames even though he uses them all the time. Guy is strange.

If you do start using petnames he wont stop you. Do keep it classy however. Don't call him anything super silly, or too sexual. He now has a vendetta against the name baby so don't call him that either.

Alastor will never directly say he likes the name, but you have noticed that when you call him love or my love his smile gets a bit wider and his eyes relax a bit.

You can get away with teasing names in private. Like princess for instance. When you first called Alastor that he gave you the dirtiest look. Not in a sexual way. I mean in a 'I dare you to call me that again, brat' way.

The second time you called him princess, Alastor's ears flattened against his head and he warned you to kindly refrain from that name. However, he couldn't hide how his tail was wagging playfully.

The third time you knew exactly what you were doing as you bolted in the opposite direction right after calling him a precious princess. Alastor, wide eyed and absolutely feral, immediately dropped everything in his hands, shattering several glasses, and gave chase.

Its become a weird game between the two of you. Alastor will never admit how much he loves to see that defiant spark in your eyes.

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Just like any other time, Alastor simply prefers to hear his name above all else when things get steamy. Although he does have a weak spot for being called master...

Likewise, Alastor tends to call you his pet. And like any good master with their pet, Alastor's ultimate goal is your safety and comfort. That doesn't mean he wont push you to your limits or make you perform for him however. The name is more of an unspoken promise that he will never actually hurt you.

Out of all the guys, Alastor is the one you would least expect to have a thing for calling you mommy in the bedroom (regardless of your gender). This usually happens when your overstimulated and/or Alastor is deep into a servicing mode, trying to make you feel as good as possible, and pulling as many orgasms from you as he physically can.

It also happens during his ruts. Alastor will vacillate between calling you mommy or his mate. He will growl into your neck how good of a mate you are as he fucks into you. How you are all his. Then after Alastor fills you to the brim with cum he will tell you how he, 'Cant wait for Mommy to have my fawns. Lets see how much more Mommy can take, hm?'

The whole mommy kink is a secret he will take with him to oblivion however. Alastor will make sure anyone who knows of it does too.

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Lucifer ₊˚ ‿︵୨୧

What He Calls You

Sorry; but I'm on the bandwagon that Lucifer uses duck based petnames for his partner. Duck or ducky are his go to names. Period. Especially when he is excited about something or gushing over how cute you are.

Lucifer genuinely thinks your as cute as a duck. Coming from him, thats quite a compliment. If you let him, Lucifer will 100% do the cutesy baby-talk voice at you when you do something particularly endearing and his cuteness meter is overloading.

When Lucifer is in front of people and trying to act normal (as in, masking hardcore), he will instead address you by a rather curt darling or my dear.

Although it may come across like Lucifer is distancing himself from you, he isn't actively trying to be less affectionate to you at all. Crowds/people in general are just super stressful for the guy and he is trying his absolute best to look like he has his shit together.

Once he relaxes a bit, you get some liquid courage in him, or if you two are with some friends, Lucifer moves to more intimate names.

When you go to sit, Lucifer will beckon you to come closer, doll, until your practically sitting on his lap. Then he will look at you with the most adoring eyes as he asks how are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart? He really does love you more then you can imagine.

What You Call Him

Lucifer tends to like the sweetest, sappiest terms of endearment. The ones that make your chest fill with butterflies and anyone within earshot nauseous. God bless the hotel for dealing with your shit because you two are actual diabetes.

Call him teddy bear, cuddle bug, or snuggs because of how physically affectionate he is. Also just because of how wonderful Lucifer's cuddles are and how you both could spend the rest of eternity in each other's arms.

Other good options are muffin, honey bun, or cupcake. Why the food names? Because Lucifer LOVES to cook for you of course! Its not just the pancakes either, this guy actually does know how to cook. One of his favorite things is to surprise you with a night in and a completely home made three course meal. (But thats for another post!)

If you want to compete with Lucifer's whole duck thing and give him a matching bird petname, you can call him lovebird. Lucifer might return the favor and start calling you his lovebird too. Because its exactly what you are. You both really are just a pair of lovebirds.

If you don't like ANY of those, buttercup or sweetpea are also good options. Two cute flower names that tie nicely into Lucifer's whole 'garden of Eden' thing.

You could also straight up call him cutie. Its a vicious cycle with this one. Because whenever you call him that, Lucifer gets the happiest, most adorable smile on his face. So you end up wanting to call him it more...

You got lots of great options with him. But if you want something more """serious"""; sweetie, sweetheart, honey, or shortening his name to Luci will still make his heart flutter without getting too crazy.

Another fun thing you can do, is call him my King or my Liege before kissing the back of his hand. Lucifer cant help but get flustered and start giggling like an idiot.

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Do I even need to say it? Do I even need to say what two words turn this man into an actual puddle on the spot?

Like seriously. Those words hold so much power that you have to be super careful with how you wield it. Lucifer could be so distracted, excitedly telling you about a new project he is working on. Then you just mutter how much of a good boy he is and every muscle in Lucifer's body instantly tenses. You giggle as you see a surprised shudder run up his spine. His cock already standing at full attention.

Lucifer has a weakness for the name pretty boy as well. Caress his soft skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses, before whispering how much of a pretty boy he is; and Lucifer will reward you with the most sinful moans.

Be careful with him though; Lucifer may be the sin of pride, king of hell, and the fucking devil, but the man wears his heart on his sleeve and can easily be hurt by your words if your not careful.

Don't degrade him. This actually really hurts him and can easily send Lucifer spiraling. Before punishments, tell him he has been a bad boy, a naughty boy. Tell him he has to make up for it and prove how good he really is.

Praise on both of your ends. Lucifer constantly tells you how beautiful, gorgeous, and/or handsome you are. When you return the praise, the devil melts.

Lucifer will call you angel or my angel, because to him, your beauty rivals all of heaven itself. You also came into his life and saved him as if you were an angel sent just for him. He knows that would never happen of course; but he likes to dream.

Has a lowkey daddy kink as well but is ashamed of it since he is an actual dad. But you can easily get him riled up by playing into it and calling yourself baby or mommy. Ooohh boy will this devil then be ready to actually make you a mommy~

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AN: If you want a part 2, please say what characters you want. I started an Adam one, and I wanted to do an Angel Dust one. But Im open to whatever?

[milliesfishes]

Hi my love!!! I just absolutely love your writing 🥹 The way you write all the characters is just so unique and good 🤌 I was wondering if I could request something with Alex pls ? Something where the reader is like a pre-medical student and just stressed over classes and stuff and doesn’t think their good enough for it and Alex is just there to comfort and motivate them ??? I’ve been so stressed with classes and everything and you writing something like this would just make everything 100x better ❤️

(to both anons MWAH🫶🫶🫶🫶) ꣑ৎ౨ৎ𝓪𝓵𝓮𝔁 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵꣑ৎ౨ৎ 𝓯𝓮𝓶 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓪𝓵𝓮𝔁 𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓼𝓮𝓷

The words on the page in front of you were blurry but you pushed through, able to make out the fundamentals. Your handwriting had become progressively messy over the past few hours, and you knew you'd regret it when it was time to study later. In between paragraphs you debated filling your empty coffee mug but your feet remained tucked underneath you, sleeve of your sweatshirt covering your fingers as you leaned on your hand.

It was a gorgeous Saturday that you wouldn't know anything about since you hadn't left your room all day. There were people coming and going all around your apartment, chattering loudly but you paid them no mind. Your phone had buzzed about a thousand times where you'd left it on the counter, and you ignored that too. No distractions. This was a study day.

Truthfully, all the thoughts in your head were making it terribly difficult to focus. They raced a million miles an hour, rattling off endless lists of things you still needed to do. And with each lap, the pit of dread in your stomach grew heavier. There was an essay due next week, reading that needed to be done the next day. And to top it all off, midterms were in ten days, poking at your back like a hot poker.

You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut. Just a few more minutes, just a few more pages. And then maybe you could do something relaxing, like highlight your notes. Yes, that would be good motivation. Opening your eyes, you stared determinedly at the book, scanning and rereading paragraphs. Not much information was being retained, and you found yourself stuck on the same page as before.

A frustrated noise escaped you, and you picked up the book, setting it upright. Maybe the new angle would make things better? You stretched your legs out in front of you for a second before putting them back where they had been before. Finally, you were able to turn the page.

There was a knock on the door but you didn't look up. "It's open!"

The hinges creaked and you heard heavy footsteps enter the room. Still, you kept at your reading, even when an arm wrapped around your collarbone and a kiss was pressed to your hair. "Hi," you greeted absentmindedly.

"Hi baby." Alex knelt beside you, reaching a hand up to your cheek to turn your head in his direction. He smiled when you met his eyes, raising his eyebrows and giving you a look. Recognizing it, you dutifully leaned forward and gave him a brief peck, turning back to the textbook immediately.

You could practically hear the frown in his voice. "How long have you been like this today?"

"Awhile," you murmured, blinking tiredly. "There's a lot going on."

"Hmm." His hand was on your thigh now, warm through your leggings. "I feel like you've been studying nonstop since school started."

"Me too." You turned to him, clenching your jaw to avoid crying. For nearly a week you'd constantly been on the verge of tears, suppressing it for the sake of productivity. But the concern in his bright blue eyes nearly sent you over the edge. Looking away again, you stared at the page number of the book. "It's fine."

"Uh huh." Alex didn't sound convinced. He was rubbing your knee now, the gesture soothing. You melted a little, risking a look back up at him. He reached for your hand with his other one, clasping fingers together on the desk. "Maybe you should take a break. Aren't you...?" He furrowed his brow in thought. "You're on your period now, right?"

"I haven't gotten my period yet," you said quietly.

"Tomorrow's the first."

"Yeah."

Looking at your joined hands, you inhaled softly. You could only imagine what you looked like right now. It'd been days since you'd showered and you hadn't bothered to do more than finger comb your hair today and then pull it back. The sweatshirt you were wearing happened to be one of his, but it was the third day in a row you'd thrown it over your leggings, his scent comforting you as you studied.

Alex flattened his lips together, squeezing your hand lightly. "Maybe you should take a break. We could go grab some dinner. When's the last time you ate?"

"I can't stop now, I've only got twenty pages left," you protested, turning away and ignoring the fact that you hadn't eaten anything other than a few granola bars scattered between assignments. "I'm fine."

"Baby, you're stressed," he tried, squeezing your hand again. "C'mon, let's-"

"I can't stop!" you burst out, yanking your hand away. "There's too much to do and I'm behind and I don't even know why I'm studying because I'm gonna fail anyways and-" you swallowed, feeling tears rise in your throat. "And..." water was welling up in your eyes and you blinked rapidly, feeling the corners of your lips turn down fast as a landslide.

He was pulling you into his arms just as quickly, sitting up on his knees and wrapping his arms around your waist. You sniffled, sliding from your chair to the floor with him and burying your face in his neck, feeling all the emotion you'd put off come flooding back. Now you were crying and you didn't know how to stop.

Alex rubbed your back, kissing your hair and starting to rock back and forth. "Shh, I know, I know."

"I'm gonna fail," you sobbed, practically shaking in his arms.

"You've been working so hard," he murmured, smoothing a strand of hair that had fallen out of your ponytail. "You're gonna be okay."

That only made you cry harder, and he started rubbing your back again. "You're gonna take a break for tonight, okay? How's that sound?"

"I can't," you said miserably, hiccupping on your own words. "There's too much to do."

"It'll all still be here when you come back," he assured you. When you looked up, he smoothed your hair and gave you a little smile. "It's okay to take a break. In fact, I think it's highly encouraged by medical professionals."

You sniffled again, lightly nudging his chest. "You're not pre-med."

"No, you are." His smile was warm, and you felt a little of the weight alleviate. "And you can stop looking at pictures of insides for a few hours, I promise. The supreme doctor of the universe isn't going to come find you."

That got a little giggle out of you through your tears, which were staggering now. You reached for his hand again, nuzzling into him. "I'm sorry I snapped at you."

"You're under pressure right now, I get it," he murmured soothingly, fingers gliding slowly up and down your back. "But you still need to take care of yourself."

It had been a long time since you'd heard that, and even longer since you'd told it to yourself. You took in a sharp breath, nodding hazily and croaking, "Okay."

"Atta girl." Alex thumbed your chin. "D'you wanna go get dinner? Or we can bring it to my place?" You noticed how he didn't say to bring it back here, and there was a little spark of warmth in your heart. He wanted you to get out of the space intoxicated with your stress and let it clear for awhile.

"Your place," you decided, turning and kissing his chest. He stroked the top of your head affectionately and started to stand up, bringing you with him.

"Alright, let's go!" Alex lifted you up in his arms, spinning you around once and starting to walk away.

You laughed, holding onto his elbows. "Wait, I wanna shower first."

"Nope! You can shower at mine." Tugging you to the door, he only put you down to let you squish your feet into your shoes and grab your phone, putting it in his pocket. "C'mon. You can shower and I'll go pick up dinner."

True to his word, Alex dropped you off at his apartment with the promise that he would have food in twenty minutes. You felt much of the pressure alleviate as you stepped under his showerhead, washing your hair with his soap and just letting yourself relax/ The more time you spent here, the more you realized why he hadn't let you stay where you'd been. With your homework in the next room there wasn't any way you'd be able to calm down.

It was miraculous how well he knew you, better than you knew yourself.

He arrived bearing rustling takeout bags that smelled like Chinese food as you were toweling off. Poking his head into the bathroom, he smiled at the sight of you, hair wet and clinging to your cheeks. "Hungry?"

"Starving," you countered, tucking the end of the towel under your arm. He stepped fully in, big hands finding your cheeks as he kissed your forehead and you swore you had never felt more at home.

Ten minutes later you were nestled into a fresh sweatshirt of his and a pair of his boxers, munching on an egg roll. It was the happiest you'd been in a long while. You were on his couch under his arm, careful to catch any crumbs on your plate. The silence was comfortable, like a cat curling up all warm beside you.

"Want to put a movie on?" he asked casually, taking a bite of chicken. You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, nodding. It'd been quiet so long that now you were thinking about all the stress from before again, and how you could be doing homework right now, and-

Alex took your plate from your lap, setting it beside his on the coffee table and pulling you into his lap, legs over his thighs. He took the remainder of your egg roll from your hand. "Open." You let your mouth fall open and he popped it in, waiting until you swallowed to push you against his chest so your head was on his shoulder.

You mumbled, "The food's gonna get cold."

"I'll make the whole damn apartment smell like sesame chicken microwaving it if I have to," he retorted gently, rubbing your back. "Just let me hold you for a minute."

Whatever thoughts of dread for the upcoming weeks you'd had dissolved as he trapped you in his warm embrace. Leaning back and forth slightly, Alex whispered, "You've been doing such a good job staying on top of things. You deserve a rest." His words nearly brought tears to your eyes again.

You snuggled into his chest, closing your eyes for just a moment. Your life was always on the go, never time to stop and look around. He put your world on pause, let you just be. That was how it had always been.

"I can rest," you repeated, looking up at him.

Alex stroked your hair lovingly. "You're always 'on' for other people. Let me be the one you don't have to be for." He kissed your nose. "I love you. Every version of you."

A smile started at your eyes and spread to your mouth. You pushed his hair back and his eyes sparked with adoration.

"Alex Nilsen, there is no world where I couldn't love you."

[lycankeyy]

Personal 🅱️ico ref time . Trivia/bonus stuff under the cut

Roughly 5'8"

Schizo-spec; psychotic symptoms mostly managed by meds, though he still gets auditory hallucinations, mostly hearing non-descript talking like it's coming from another room; he's working on the other stuff. Also has C-PTSD, chronic insomnia, and some obsessive-compulsive traits.

His favorite food is vanilla ice cream. He mostly views eating as a chore and does it out of necessity (when he remembers) more than anything, ice cream is the only thing he actually enjoys.

He's a mama's boy, but he doesn't talk about his family much outside of hating his dad and wishing he got more time to hang out with his cousin, so most people don't know this about him.

Don't worry about the scribbled out genderfluid flag he doesn't even know how it got there it doesn't mean anything (/j)

Pico is obsessed with the late 90s-early 2000s era internet and its culture. He DESPISES social media and thinks everyone should just run their own webpage; he has one of his own mostly for reviewing old flash games, occasionally dipping into modern small-team indie titles. He also keeps tabs on internet archival projects.

His favorite video game is some niche experimental psychological horror game he downloaded off itch.io that you haven't heard of and would otherwise be lost media in ten years. You watch him play it and it's Clearly a rage game but if you say anything he will spend the next 15 minutes explaining the lore he found on the creator's unoptimized-for-mobile, rarely updated dev blog.

Some of his favorite movies are Akira and Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind.

He has personalized nicknames for all of his partners, but, with the exception of GF, only uses them when he thinks they're not paying attention. BF's is Encore, GF's is Cherry, and Darnell's is Sparky. He used to call Nene Cherub before they broke up.

His guns apparently also have names, but nobody has been able to get them out of him, not even Darnell. It's a frequent joke that if it was between saving his friends or his guns in a disaster, he would save the guns. Sometimes Nene doubts that he's joking.

He has a slight but noticable lisp.

[menagerofmischief]

can i please have a charcuterie board served cold. And for my main can i have caviar and oysters with a side of sushi and kimchi with strawberry lemonade and i would LOVE dessert. Served by Toto Wolff xx

Dia's Diner Menu

charcuterie board dating cold appetizer rough sex caviar and oysters "Gonna look so good full of my babies" sushi "Better quiet down, you don't want them to hear us" kimchi "Be a good girl and take it" strawberry lemonade breeding kink dessert aftercare

Toto Wolff x girlfriend!reader

TW: sex in a public bathroom, unprotected sex, mentions of babies

WC: 1k

A/N: I didn't really do much with aftercare, I'm sorry.

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“Toto, please!” I begged, pulling on the collar of his shirt.

Tonight was some dinner function for the team and Toto insisted I come with him. I had been needy all night, the fact that I couldn’t keep my eyes away from his arms which looked extra delicious tonight with his sleeves rolled up doing nothing to help me.

So after a few too many teasing touches and needy glances and a lot of ignoring Toto’s 

disapproving looks telling me to stop - Toto’s patience finally snapped and he pulled me into the bathroom. 

And that’s how we ended up here, with me sitting on the sink, my legs wrapped around his waist and desperately trying to grind against him for some kind of friction.

Toto laughed, the sound of it practically vibrating through me. His large hands went under my dress and he grabbed my panties, yanking them down roughly. “So wet you soaked your underwear, huh?” He teased, lifting the material up to show me that they were indeed practically fully soaked.

I whined in embarrassment, hiding my face in the crook of his neck, my lips latching onto the skin off throat. 

“I don’t remember you being this shy when your hand was on my dick under the table.” Toto said, grabbing a fist-full of my hair to pull my head back and make me face him. “If you want me to fuck you then you better look at me or I’ll leave you here desperate and wet and go right back out there.”

I was only half sure he was joking, but didn’t want to test how truthful the threat was. I fixated my eyes on his, ignoring the urge to close them when his hands went back between my legs, fingers ghosting over my clit.

“Please Toto,” I whined, trying to close my legs around his hand. “Need you to fuck me. Need your cock in me, please.”

“Is that right?” He asked, grabbing my hands and putting them on the waistband of his pants. I wasted no time, unbuttoning his pants with trembling fingers and pushing them down along with his boxers. “My needy girl just wants to be full of my cock.”

Toto bunched up the fabric of my dress and pushed it up so it was pooled around my stomach, leaving my pussy bare for him to see. His hands wrapped around my legs and he spread them wide to accommodate his hips. Not wasting a second more he roughly pushed into me, the whole length of him disappearing inside of me within a single thrust.

I all but screamed at the intrusion, welcoming the delicious burn at the initial stretch around him and wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Should I stuff you full of my cum too?” He growled in my ear, beginning to thrust into me. “Keep you full with my cum until you’re full with my baby?”

I clenched around him, his words sparking something up inside of me. Toto laughed, his thrust speeding up, becoming rougher and hitting deeper. With every return of his dick deeper into me the tip grazed against my g-spot, making me shake with pleasure.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Can feel you clenching around my dick like a desperate whore.” His fingers sneaked down to play with my clit, rubbing it in harsh fast circles making me scream from how good he was making me feel. 

His other hand came up to my face and he grabbed my chin with force. “There’s other people in this restaurant too, you know? Better quiet down, you don’t want them to hear us.”

His thrusts were becoming more desperate, more feral. I could tell he was close and chasing his orgasm - I was close too.

“Toto,” I tried to keep my voice down, wanting to obey what may have been worded as a suggestion but much more a demand. “I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m so close. Cum with me, please, cum in me.”

With both hands I grasped his shoulders, trying to hold on for support because I felt like my body was on fire and I was melting. 

Toto groaned, the rhythm of his hips faltering, his orgasm crashing into him right as mine crashed into me. I tightened my legs around his waist, caging him in as he began to spill inside of him. I could feel his cum, hot inside of me.

“Fuck, yeah. Be a good girl and take it.” He growled, “Take my cum. I’m filling you up so good, aren’t I?” He brushed my hair out of my face and cupped my cheek. “You’re gonna look so good full my babies. Stomach swollen with my kid - everyone’s gonna know how good I fucked you.”

I whined as he pulled himself out, pulling his boxers back up and then his trousers. “You feeling good, sweet girl?” He asked, looking at me lovingly.

“I feel exhausted,” I said, my voice hoarse. “In the best possible way.” 

He smiled and leaned forward, his lips pressing against mine for a kiss. The kiss was sweet, slow, full of passion. Completely different from the way he fucked me, but I didn’t mind. I never minded anything with him.

Toto took my panties out of his pocket, I hadn’t even noticed when he put them there, and put them back on me. “Gotta keep you full.” He said and then helped me get off the sink, supporting me when my knees buckled.

“People are probably wondering where we are,” I said, reaching to unlock the bathroom door. “We should get back.”

“You’re right, come on.” He said, guiding me outside. Just as we were leaving the bathroom, his hand came to slap my ass. One single rough slap, enough to make me yelp. “And you better behave for the rest of the night or you’re going to end up bent over the table for everyone to see how much of a whore you are for me, is that clear?”

“Yes, daddy.”

[nom-de-plume-system]

So, my thoughts on the 0303emily situation. I dmed Emily directly (hence the "you" statements), and I think I will say this about it:

I remember being in a call with you when Azriel sent you a message about people you follow on FurAff and how, somehow, Azriel knew one of the artists was a feral artist... which is kind of weird for a 17 year old to know, but either way. I remember you SAYING you felt super uncomfortable with Azriel speaking to you about that and how you were going to distance yourself from them because of this.

I remember us talking and how you said you mainly followed them for their SFW art, but didn't like/know of their feral stuff.

I know from being your friend and from me having trouble drawing anthro stuff that you don't like feral NSFW, and I know from you and I being friends that you have never once drawn it. To hear someone say that you are a pedophile and a zoophile for your ex-friend invading your space about an artist they should never have known that made porn is absolutely asinine to me - it would be like me, who as a minor found some stuff they blatantly knew they shouldn't have, immediately made all the people who made that content pedophiles.

The evidence I've seen doesn't sound like you. It doesn't seem like you at all. And I've had a person very similar to Azriel who has made content that made it seem like I did something bad to them - and I've had a person I know have the same thing happen to them, too! I see the signs of it and I do not believe Azriel in the slightest. The sudden accusation but no immediate evidence, the warpath they took where when people didn't immediately take their side they were painted as horrible, and the fact alone that the evidence is fishy at best are *all* the same signs from people I've known who have been framed for these kinds of things.

And, not to mention... If Azriel was uncomfortable with talking to you about the FurAff thing... *Why* did they message you about that? Why did they message you about how to price nsfw stuff and you kept saying to not do it until they're 18 because you didn't and then regreted it? "Oh no uwu I'm uncomfortable with the talk I just sent to you, now you're a pedo and a zoo!"... it's asinine and only waters down the actual people who have *actually* have been groomed and abused, because that is something that happens a lot more than it ever should (which is, at all), and it spits in my face, as someone who has been exploited.

Am I someone who is prominent in the RW community? No, and I never will be. Does my opinion matter to the people who have done this to you? I sure hope it does. But I think my voice matters because I was the person who was with you when you got a spike of anxiety when you were debating with me in vc about going to bed and how after Azriel messaged you, you couldn't fall asleep anymore from anxiety. I don't think that's the feeling a groomer gets from when a potential victim gets served up to them. The fact that a lot of the adults in the fandom stand with you, outwardly or not, should be a testament to this.

I sure hope Azriel stops this, but I don't think they will, but in a lot of people's hearts of hearts, they have sullied the next, actual victim who is abused, who will be afraid to speak out because *you* weren't an actual perpetrator and people will be lots more skeptical about if the person they say is a groomer is, in fact, a groomer. And they have given ammunition to the next groomer who is an actual groomer to say, "Hey, look at the 0303emily situation, it's blantantly the same." They have played themselves, and everyone loses.

[hewinked]

im not that big on harry potter anymore but I could go on for hours about snape and how much he is not redeemable

like fr people want to milk some nuance out of harry potter so badly they refused to see how NOT misunderstood snape was

bro was petty as hell for living the rest of his life after that rejection as a big dramatic cunt

like sure man, I too if I had the chance might occasionally bully a child, in good fun, as a teacher

and sure, being dramatic? god given right to be dramatic when the time calls for it honestly

but man's lived every second of every day that way, being as heinous as he could be to literally everyone

man's was a horrible teacher too, you could argue he was a great potion maker or something because of the book he wrote as a teenager, but he didnt teach any of the stuff he wrote in that book, he taught from other peoples books, plus this man spent so much time insulting those kids abilities i think he forgot to actually do more then read out whatever book he picked

like the only kids who succeed in his class are people who do way too much extra work (hermoine) and the few Slytherin kids that he legitimately private tutors

also neville having snape as his worst fear before all the war stuff is crazy because genuinely how much did you harrass this kid

also id like to say that fact that he was bullied by the marauder's is iirrelevant, I too would bully a fellow student if they went around hate speeching half-blood kids when they themselves are a half-blood

and ik he did because not only is it implied by remus and sirius in prisonor of azkaban, but he calls lily a mudblood so casually and then only apologizes bcs he has a crush on her

also he had originally genuinely joined up with the death eaters without the intention to spy so i dont wanna hear that he isnt a wizard racist bcs he so was

even though there is that thing where jk rowling said he only joined bcs he thought it would impress lily, but genuinely i think she was just trying to feed the sympathizers to back up her own half assed redemption attempt because yeah, i dont like snape's personallity but he couldnt have been a complete idiot,

who is stupid enough they join a group known for, and based on the belief that muggles and mudbloods should all be killed off, because they want to impress a half-blood girl?

imagine joining the kkk and becoming like a high ranking member of it bcs you want to impress a black girl so she'll date you💀💀💀

anyways i realize i said i wasnt that into harry potter in the begginning of this and then wrote all this but genuinely people who sympathize with snape are dumb

also last bit

cunty snape edits as a joke > cunty snape edits bcs you simpathize

sad snape edits of him burned > sad snape edits bcs you simpathize

simping over Alan Rickman > simping over snape

[shepscapades]

Why does Ren have 4 ears? Are they all real or is one set fake?

Hehe I’ve gotten this question a lot actually! They’re all real— I like to think hybridization isn’t always a clean balance of traits, so Ren just unfortunately ended up with two sets of ears— his Dog ears being much more receptive to sound, naturally— and sometimes when the extra intake of sound is too overwhelming, I imagine he wears earplugs in his human ears to help adjust :> it’s a bit weird, but idk! i like to make designs funky and nonconventional! I liked the idea that Ren had hearing struggles due to wonky hybridization and just kept the concept :>

[puppyeared]

I just skimmed through the art part of your blog and holy bajeebus your LMK art is so beautiful and the headcanon ideas you come up with are so good I wanna steal em-

Kinda wanna see like a part 2 of the little angst you did between MK and Macaque a while ago. It's so interesting and I wanna see Macaque's reaction in your art style. (You don't have to of course, it's just a suggestion [idk if i spelled that right])

Thanks for reading and hope you have a good day/night!

Hope this is to your liking ^^

Part one here

[smile-files]

as a jew, seeing what all of these israeli leaders have said is sickening. as a jew, anti-palestinian rhetoric is sickening. as a jew, zionism is sickening.

how dare my people -- a people who've been massacred, ethnically cleansed, dehumanized, forcibly removed, and discriminated on religious grounds for their entire existence -- do the same to another people? how dare we turn our backs on them, when they suffer like we have?

i understand that so much of us have been fed zionist propaganda our entire lives; the same happened to me. i understand the desire for a homeland where we don't have to fear antisemitism at every turn; i want that too. but it doesn't take much thought to understand that a homeland for us, which actively oppresses and kills another people, is antithetical to what we want.

if you, as a member of an oppressed group, believe that your freedom and safety can only exist when you oppress another group, you are acting no better than the people who oppressed you. such a belief is horrible, and cynical, and wrong.

as a jew, i want jewish people to be happy and safe and connected to our heritage; as a jew, i also want other peoples to be happy and safe and connected to their heritage.

don't call the palestinians "amalek". you are turning us into amalek.

doesn't the torah tell us to have empathy for those beaten down by the world? doesn't the torah tell us to make the world a better place? doesn't the torah tell us to free people of their shackles and help them escape oppression?

i have so many israeli aunts and uncles and cousins; i fear for their safety. of course, my parents do as well. i'm worried that this fear, in addition to anything they were led to believe earlier in life, is placing my parents even deeper in the zionist camp. but it doesn't have to be this way! my relatives' safety does not rely on the continued oppression of gaza!

it is easy to be uninformed, to be swayed by propaganda, to blindly hope that israel was founded in good faith -- but we can't lie to ourselves. a world steeped in senseless hatred (which we are now promoting!) could never be a home for us. none of us are free, liberated, equal, until all of us are.

as a jew, to other jews, i implore that we stand with our palestinian siblings. i want us all to be happy and safe. i want us all to live in harmony -- in the holy land and around the world. that is what we all deserve. <3

[theswedishpajas]

💙🌌💀🌌💙

[darkwood-sleddog]

Can the balanced dog trainers please stop fucking talking about positive reinforcement as if those dogs are not “obedience trained”? A majority of competition obedience dogs I know were trained with R+. Letting your dog wander on the end of a line because you want to do so does not = untrained. It is simply…a choice.

[aceofstars16]

Prayers appreciated I guess. Mental health is still eh and spiritual health isn’t any better.

[velvetvexations]

Trans KLCK getting accidentally misgendered by one of the Bad Kids in Freshman Year because they just honestly didn't realize she was a girl and said "he" in casual reference to someone they didn't know.

Trans KLCK holding on to that as she continues to pile up on reasons to hate them.

Trans KLCK interpreting making fun of her name as transphobia, which Porter and Jace encourage.

I'm divided on if I want/am expecting Oisin and Ivy to be completely evil or not. It seems like there are now good odds they're The Actually Bad Rat Grinders, in which case maybe Oisin knows KLCK was taking things the wrong way and just didn't say anything because he didn't care/rage is the name of the game, and Ivy very much seems like the kinna person who doesn't necessarily hate trans people but is like, "what's all the fuss about?" and gets mildly annoyed when corrected about pronouns.

But if not, and Oisin and Ivy are just as much victims of Porter and Jace as the others, I can see a world where the rest of the Rat Grinders were fully behind KLCK's mistaken belief the Bad Kids are Like That.

Either way it'd be hilarious since Kristen is, I think, Ally's one and only non-trans PC so far. AU where Kristen transitions to Kris and averts the Rat Grinder grudge.

Anyway, this is not me trying to make KLCK/the Rat Grinders more sympathetic than they are in canon, I still think they have plenty going on for them to have been frustrated with and have had that frustration manipulated by trusted adults in their lives, grooming them into dealing with that frustration in the worst possible way for their own benefit. I just like this idea.

[buildarocketboys]

Man nothing like talking to other writers to make you feel like you're not a proper writer

[lovecolibri]

Anyway,

[ablednt]

Granted I have the overall geographical and cultural knowledge of a 4th grader but from what I can tell the nuclear family model really does seem to be a white colonial invention

Different cultures have different approaches but I mainly hear about either large family units where multiple generations support each other and raise their children and grandchildren together or an "it takes a village" approach where children are raised somewhat communally

And I can't really speak on it much or claim that these families were free of abuse or that children aren't often an oppressed group basically everywhere I know of but the way ownership of your children is so engrained into white society is so bizarre

Like once you notice it you can't unnotice it even the most loving well meaning parents don't know what to do about it because everyone is so isolated from their own families and their own communities so you wind up with 1-2 parents who have full legal ownership of their child and are raised in a culture where you don't have personhood until you're 18 and all attempts at self actualization before them are seen as clueless rebellion. Like our culture is so divorced from the concept that a parent is someone who is helping mentor and care for their child so they can thrive as a fellow human being and it's actually so alarming

And ik this problem isn't unique to white and colonized people but it's honestly really soothing to hear about how other cultures approach and view parenting and community as a whole and to internalize it doesn't have to be this way