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loneworldgazer · 4 years ago

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Can you do seijoh and nekoma with a manger that is a voice actor for a lot of popular games and anime’s

teams: seijoh x gen!reader, nekoma x gen!reader

hell yea, i actually had this in my list, thanks for actually making me do it

(i’ve made up the games and anime in here, please cope with me)

Seijoh

“willow’s hot” matsukawa blurted out and hanamaki burst out laughing but later agreed

these two pals would have a lot of merch of ‘Willow’, a character that had an alluring aura with a voice to fit their cryptic attitude built with an hourglass figure

you gulped, feeling shy that hanamaki and matsukawa were talking about the character you voiced in ‘Genius!’, a mystery game with a lot of action

every guy on the block would talk about ‘River’, the mythical creature that stumble on her words with her little hat slipping off her head or ‘Ray’, the gal who would scold the protagonist for being an idiot (for the masochistic men)

you sweat when you remember, the new chapter you voiced in the game had Willow helping or in other words seducing the protagonist that was supposed to be doing their task

both of them found out that you also knew Genius! when your profile was Willow that was because it was more easier for your boss to decipher which voice actor is which when voice acting on call since you really can’t go to the studio all the time

you could hear the boys talking about Willow whenever on break but you adored your older co worker who voice acted ‘Elois’ who was a technician that was most likely going to get killed off but you adored his voice, the way he could pitch his voice to a shrilly female to a obnoxious kid

you can’t tell me otherwise kindaichi and yahaba adores River because of her 'character design' and 'powers' (no, she just reminds them of you)

watari didn’t really have that much knowledge of the game but kunimi tried showing him more of the game, kunimi wouldn’t have a favourite yet he would just wait

he’s waiting for a perfect someone to be his favourite

all the third years are simping for Willow, they’re just so mysterious, oikawa loved making theories about each one of them and which would be killed off next

oikawa: my theory is that Willow’s gonna be the next to die-”

makki and mattsun: hah no

kyoutani would also love Willow because he can be a horndog- because they’re really cool to him and leaves a lot of prizes

you felt so giggly one day when everyone was freaking about the last chapter because Willow got injured and they were groaning of how much pain they were in and the chapter left on a cliffhanger

so you decided to not prevent chaos but be the source of chaos

y/n: y’know i’m the voice actor of Willow

oikawa: hehe y/n, you’re really funny~

y/n: really now babe? be a good boy and believe me~

the third years froze and here’s how it went down

oikawa: s c re ee e a aa a m mm

iwaizumi: *turns really pink and is in shock from how you could get in character so quick*

hanamaki: *faints*

matsukawa: *in shock*

you sounded so much like Willow, how would they not believe you????

your pure gremlin giggles did not match the sultry voice you did seconds ago

Nekoma

starting right off, kenma would love the creatures in ‘Date Me’ especially the yellow blob named Octagon that would follow the protagonist around

Date Me is basically a game like DDLC but it’s a romance otome game turned dark, it was a mix of action as well and mystery, kenma really liked making theories about it

but kuroo preferred the anime adaption where it really fcked up with its adaption and it’s nothing serious like the game

he loved this one character named ‘Ace’ that never took things seriously and strangely was a fan of boars, they had a boar hat as well (kinda like inosuke)

kuroo preferred to keep things light and not see his favourite character die

you voiced Ace in the anime and voiced Octagon in the game

yaku loves the game but is kinda terrified on how quick it goes really dark

kai won’t be that interested but he loved the character designs

yamamoto loved every girl in the game, from narcissistic, smug to quivering, shy ones, he loved both game and anime

fukunaga relates to blue blob named ‘Cirlce’ since there was a specific line on where it complains about not getting enough attention

inuoka also loves Octagon and shares his opinions with kenma

shibayama would be confused that there was a game before the anime

lev would just be interested in either and love the cute designs of the characters

tamahiko is clueless

kenma would randomly hear you ‘imitating’ Octagon’s lines, you looked weird.. but not in a mean way he means it, it looked so funny seeing you recite lines while accidently hurting yourself or dropping something

Octagon’s voice was high pitched and when you said a line in the same pitch, he let out a small giggle

y/n: what’s wrong??

kenma: you sound like Octagon~

y/n: cause i am octagon, howdy kenma!!

kenma: *in shock*

yamamoto: holy sht y/n! you’re Octagon??!”

y/n: yeah and i’m also Ace, you got a problem with that??!?”

you pointed at kuroo who stared at you in awe and he nearly choked on his water when you rolled on the ground laughing like a madman

yall bond with them with your voice acting skills and inuoka and lev joined in as well

bye, i’m tired but i kinda enjoyed this as well :DD

#seijoh x reader #seijoh x manager #seijoh #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x manager #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyu #nekoma x manager #nekoma #nekoma x reader

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annarendellsa · 3 years ago

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my heathers headcanons

it's the way i see them and draw them, you don't have to agree! this is based on both the musical and the movie

CW: mention of suic*de and e*ting disorders (bulimia) as well as various mental illnesses

Heather Duke

• heather duke is aromantic and yes its because she wears green, have you seen her socks in the off broadway musical? /hj

• more seriously, she IS aromantic but it took some time for her to figure out. she is allo but she doesn't label her sexuality, and she was always confused and frustrated to experience sexual attraction but never romantic attraction; she had a hard time accepting this part of herself.

• post heathers: maybe she discovers about non binary identities and asks her girlfriends to test out they/them pronouns on her? idk? aro-agender duke?

• she also struggles with empathy as she is naturally apathic

• and she's putting this image of a cold mean girl because she believes she can only be that given she's aro and ND

• post musical: she had no idea mcnamara actually tried to commit suic*de and when veronica tells her she breaks down in tears and spend a few days writing an apology letter to mcnamara

• post musical: mcnamara helps her to develop her compassion, knowing it's not her fault she's incapable of empathy. she didn't have to forgive her, but they did, and it really motivates duke to become a better person and be as nice as her

• post musical: she sees a doctor! she eventually recovers from her bulimia. veronica and mac are 100% supportive of her recovery, and very proud

• she gets bigger as part of her recovery and learns to embrace it

• duke is very pale with really dark and thick hair and eyebrows, soft features and quite a lot of body hair

• you know the bootleg where duke has blonde hair? when she's on the tv she speaks german and i vibe with german duke now

• duke Cannot say fuck and if someone is prude/innocent/idk it's her. the why are you pulling my dick was just to fluster veronica i think

Heather McNamara

• they use she/they pronouns!! just because. she still identifies as a girl though

• mac is autistic of course, it's like semi canon in the musical

• since she's very tall (movie) she stims while standing like being on the tip of her toes or rocking back and forth and the others can be quite annoyed because she moves a lot but they never snap at her

• post musical: veronica finds her stimming endearing and they know it's safe to stim around her, especially since veronica stims herself

• post musical: mac hums as a stim too and you can often find macnamawyer snuggling on the floor while humming in harmonies together

• she used to mask a LOT and it played a big part in her depression. she knows they had to stop themselves from stimming when she was a heather, she had been the weird kid in middle school but now that chandler took her under her wing, she has to pretend to be NT in order to stay in the lifeboat (😭)

• she's a lesbian!! of course she is

• she knows it since she is in middle school and has been """gal pals"""" with chandler since them but she still struggles with it she has comphet yk, but still less than chandler

• chanamara definitely practiced kissing together "to be ready when we'll have to kiss boys" 👀👀👀

• chandler always had a soft spot for mac and tried to hide it by being cruel to duke

• post musical: it took mac some time to understand that duke had nothing against her personally. she was chill with them until chandler died. from that moment she had to prove herself as the new queen bee and mac was a collateral victim

• duke definetely gave her trauma though and mac is in the process of trusting her again

• mac themselves is not a cinnamon roll just yet and she still has to make up for what they've done to others

• mcnamara has nicknames like mcNcheese or macaroni (veronica came up with those)

• they're also a vegetarian and she loves yellow food

• like she ever only eats yellow food actually (autistic thing). that girl is deficient! part of why she looks that fragile and thin

• also i see mcnamara as mixed race with golden/light brown skin and they have this type of curly curly hair but she straightens it all the time so it's only just wavy (once again, to blend in with the heathers)

• her natural hair colour is actually a dark strawberry blonde? her dad is irish and he's a redhead that's why (stole this from @cam-eats-candles hehe) but she dyes it so it's lighter

• post musical: she starts wearing her natural hair!! and goes with her mom to the afro hairdresser to start to get her curls done right (cornrows mac!!)

• their parents divorced (movie) and it's for the best. mac has daddy issues and only goes to her dad to get cute jewellery for their girlfriends 💖 (he doesn't just sell engagement rings. a lot of regular expensive rings, really)

• she's not a baby, she's not weak nor completely innocent and pure!! the girl is a head cheerleader, she's strong and flexible as hell.

Heather Chandler

• heather chandler is Also a lesbian BUT she is on the ace spectrum like demisexual? so yeah she's double disgusted when she "sleeps" with men

• as a queen bee she's also convinced that the only way to exist is through male validation :(

• chandler is taller than duke and veronica but shorter than mac

• chandler's skin is like rosy and it freckles very easily. i see her with the same cloudylike hair she has in the movie, dark blonde, with the red scrunchie only holding back some of her hair

• she is Buff and is genuinely into sports (lesbian jock like regina george)

• she has a sharp hourglass shape her shoulders are broad and her legs long and strong. she could lift veronica against a wall easily. and she did

Veronica Sawyer

• ADHD!! she's been diagnosed for a while but only became medicated post musical

• bisexual!! so bisexual!! without a preference. she's always been open and proud about it and her parents are supportive

• for me veronica is brown, with thick and dark hair and dark brown eyes, midsize, average height

Martha Dunnstock

• that's canon i know, but she's fat, and not the socially acceptable-hourglass kind of fat. big arms! big tummy! double chin! (i see fanart of her just being chubby quite often and it's ANNOYING like that's a big part of her character)

• she's perfectly healthy like this as are many fat people :))

• i also like the hc that her attempt at sewer slide made her permanently disabled and that she keeps using a wheelchair! because it happens, it's important to show it, and it gives me a lot of ideas for cute kindergarten girlfriends prompts 💓💓

• of course realistically being fat AND physically disabled in the 80's was and is not an easy thing to go through but it's in my head so

• she's also a tiny bit taller than veronica

• i don't hate the outfit she wears in the off broadway show, but I like her west end outfit better!! it's a lot more 80's inspired and i totally see her in kidcore/clowncore etc, even if pastels are cool too

• in the current west end version, martha is played by a black woman and she looks amazing! however I've been drawing and imagining martha as east/south east asian, for no reason really?? also idk kinda rubs me the wrong way that in the more official versions of heathers it's always duke that is black, or martha? not the others? hmm

• i'm not comfortable with hcs that exclusively babyfy her or patronise her like a bunny rabbit just bc she's a fat outcast who likes unicorns!! she's not just cute and giggly! martha can and does swear and she Fucks, like mcnamara

• big round glasses + big nose + long brown hair

• taking inspiration from the princess bride line but she's a huge movie nerd. yes she loves happy endings but she also loves horror movies, as long as they have a happy ending

• she never gets a makeover omg y'all just hate people with glasses and a childish aesthetic istg

• she takes this aesthetic further though and

• post musical and high school: she doesn't just wear baggy clothes anymore as she only did that to prevent more bullying. she develops an unique style with a lot of pink and glitter and she's awesome

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ok this is getting long ill probably do more!! tell me what you think <3

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amazingmsme · 4 years ago

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Lets See A Smile

AN: My first Hazbin fic! There’s not nearly enough fics for it so here I am! Had a blast writing it, hope y’all enjoy! Angel and Alastor have such a fun dynamic!

Angel sighed in relief as his shift finally came to an end. You'd think a hotel with virtually no patrons would make for an easy work day, but when one of those guests was none other than fucking Sir Pentious of all people, you might as well jump off the highest cliff in hell. He kicked open the door to the break room, eager to vent to his friends.

"You would not BELIEVE the day I had! Next time you need someone to deal with Sir Penis get someone else to do it 'cause there's no way I'm going back up there to pick up eggshells and 20 feet of snake skin," he exclaimed dramatically, eyes closed with an arm thrown over his face like a damsel. Alastor popped his head up from where he was laying on the couch.

"I will be sure to let Charlie know of your complaint," he said. Angel's eyes flew open as he pushed himself away from the wall.

"What, you? Where's Charlie? Or Vaggie?" he asked, not too pleased to see the radio demon when he was expecting his gal pals.

"Don't you remember? Tonight is their anniversary!" Alastor said in a cheery tone. Angel crossed his first pair of arms and rested another hand on his hip.

"Oh yeah, forgot about that," he said dismissively. Alastor sat up fully now, resting his feet on the floor instead of taking up the whole couch. He tilted his head quizzically, taking in the other demon.

"What, you got some fuckin' problem?" Angel asked, noticing his intense stare. Alastor shook his head, looking away.

"Not at all Angel, but from the sounds of it, you do." Angel rolled his eyes.

"Yeah and he's on the third floor," he said with a huff. Alastor scooted over and patted the cushion next to him invitingly.

"Why don't you sit?" Angel's face lit up as he strolled over.

"Hey don't mind if I do," he said before plopping right in Alastor's lap. He blushed and faltered.

"Wha- Not on me!" he exclaimed and shoved him off. Angel Dust chuckled, settling into a proper seat.

"Sorry, you didn't specify," he smirked. Alastor glared at him with a small growl.

"You know damn well that's not what I meant." They fell into a slightly awkward silence. Alastor sat stiffly while Angel sprawled across the sofa, taking up most of the room and not seeming to care. Alastor liked to pride himself in his ability to read other people, and right now it was obvious that Angel was not himself. Oh sure he would try and act like his usual flamboyant and snarky self, but apparently their customer had really gotten under his skin. He didn't like seeing the other demon so upset. He tapped his fingers on his knees, letting out a low whistle that mixed with the smallest whine of microphone feedback.

"Soooo..." he started. Angel only raised a brow. "Would you care to talk about it?"

"Eh, not really. That slithery prick's already eaten up too much of my time," he dismissed. After a brief pause he let out a long suffering sigh, arching his back over the arm of the couch and just let himself hang there. This caused Alastor himself to sigh.

"Well you're obviously upset about it, and normally I'd dump you off on Charlie but she's not here right now, so you're stuck with me. And while I may not be very good at this, I would like to cheer you up. Is there, um, anything I could do to maybe help?" Angel raised himself up, a little skeptical.

"You serious?"

"Yes! After all you're never fully dressed without a smile! And you sir are lacking the appropriate attire," he justified.

"Yeah well, I'm a slut, so what do you expect?" he asked, though he allowed himself to relax a bit. "Can you, no ya know what, never mind," Angel stopped himself mid sentence. And was that a blush creeping up his face? Needless to say Alastor was intrigued.

"No do go on!" he encouraged. Angel waved a hand as if to brush him off.

"Naw you wouldn't like it."

"Nonsense! And if I don't like it, I'll just talk about it behind your back to Husk like a normal person," he admitted. Angel considered this and shrugged.

"Well at least you're honest. So, what I was gonna say was, uh, can I have a hug?" he asked sheepishly. He reached up and rubbed a hand behind his neck, "It's just I'm a little tired and upset, and I'm kinda used to it with Charlie around. Hehe, look at me, goin' soft..." he trailed off. Alastor- didn't really know what to say. So instead he just leaned back into the sofa and held out his arms. Angel broke into a shy grin and cuddled against him. Alastor rested his arms around him, not allowing himself to fully relax into the hug. Not yet at least. Affectionate touch was still kinda new for him. But he had to admit, it did feel nice. It gave him a warm kind of comfort he hadn't felt in forever, and he let himself sink into the feeling.

"Ya know what Al? You actually give pretty good hugs. Heh, better not let Charlie know, am I right?" he joked with a poke to his side. Alastor went completely rigid, his hold on Angel tightened ever so slightly. This didn't go unnoticed.

"Al, you okay there buddy? Didn't hurt ya, did I?" he asked. He doubted he could even hurt him if he tried, but he wanted to make sure.

"W-what? You hurt me? Oh please," he tried to play it off, hoping he would just drop it. But this is Angel Dust we're talking about, he's not one to simply "drop" things. Not to mention, he's had years of experience in his old line of work. He's learned all there is to know about the body and it's various reactions to touch. Which is why it only took him a second to figure out what had happened.

"If you're ticklish you coulda just said so, I woulda left you alone," he said casually. Alastor's jaw dropped in mild horror and shock, pushing the other demon away.

"I am no such thing!" he adamantly denied. Angel raised a brow, a sly smirk creeping onto his face.

"Oh please, big scary tough guy like you? Definitely ticklish," he said, watching Alastor's reactions from the corner of his eye. Despite his best efforts to keep it at bay, a blush rose to his cheeks. As Angel spoke, he let one of his hands wander closer to Alastor's side.

He was just about to snap at him, a sharp retort on the tip on his tongue, when Angel's hand connected with his side. He let out a startled noise, jerking away and snapped his head to look at Angel. The smile he gave the radio demon was completely predatory and feral. Alastor found himself scooting away.

"Now Angel, don't do anything you'll regret," he warned, but his voice wavered with nerves.

"Trust me, I ain't gonna regret this," he said, lunging forth and straddling a very shocked Alastor. He wasn't used to people not taking his threats seriously and was a bit stunned. He tried to grab Angel's hands to block him, but he countered by pinning his wrists with his first set of arms. He chuckled, wiggling his fingers above his stomach. Alastor struggled, trying to free himself.

"What's the matter? Forget I had these?" Angel asked. He emphasized his point by skittering his fingers all along his belly, making him burst into staticky giggles.

"Stohohop this ihihinstant!" Alastor demanded through his laughter. Angel Dust leaned forward, grinning widely. Alastor could see his own hysterical reflection shinning in Angel's eyes, so he looked away, too embarrassed to see the giggly mess he'd become.

"Nah, I don't really feel like it. Besides, I think this is the first time I've heard you laugh! I'm having way too much fun to stop!"

"Thahahat's nohot true! Ihihi laugh ahahall the time," he tried to speak through his manic giggles.

Angel shrugged, "Yeah but laughing at your own lame jokes don't count. Kinda pathetic actually." He added another pair of arms to the mix, reaching behind him to squeeze and scratch at his knees. Alastor drummed his legs on the couch, his laughter increasing in volume and pitch. Radio static mixed more frequently with his laugh, making Angel coo.

Dohohon't patronize mehehe!" Alastor cried.

"I'm not! But you gotta admit Al, your laugh is adorable," he teased, making his voice a higher pitch and using the same tone that he normally talks to Fat Nuggets with. He brought his third pair of arms up to squeeze at his sides, the second pair starting to crawl up his ribs as he sang.

"The itsy bitsy spider crawled up the water spout." Though he thought it to be impossible, Alastor's laughter increased even more. "Down, came the rain and washed the spider out." He raked his knuckles down his ribs, making him arch his back with a cackle. As he finished the nursery rhyme, he let his fingers walk back up his ribs before attacking his exposed underarms.

Alastor squealed before his voice faded into the high pitched screech of a microphone. Angel jerked back in shock at the loud noise, covering his ears as he fell back on the couch. His eyes were squeezed shut as he fell into a giggle fit, clutching his stomach with his many arms. He brought a hand up to wipe away a few tears as Alastor recovered.

His breathing was already beginning to return to normal, but his face was still a burning crimson. Angel patted his leg comfortingly before he rose from the couch, stretching as he spoke.

"Oh man, that was fun. Never knew ya could laugh like that Smiles," he said, settling back onto the cushions. Because he was so tall, Alastor was taking up most of the space, causing Angel to huff and kick his legs with his boot. "Skooch over, you're takin' up the whole damn couch," he grumbled. Alastor finally sat up, seemingly recovered. His cheeks were still sporting a decent flush and he brushed himself off, trying to scrap together his remaining dignity by straightening his crumpled clothes. He cleared his throat before speaking.

"You have ten seconds," he stated calmly. Angel raised a brow.

"Ten seconds to do what?" he asked.

"Why, to run of course," Alastor stated as though it were obvious.

"Hell no, I ain't runnin'! I just got comfy," he said, gesturing to his already lounging position. Alastor shrugged, his residual smile widening into something more sinister.

"Very well, it is your funeral after all." Angel's eyebrows furrowed together, beginning to connect the dots. He opened his mouth to protest, only to be cut off.

"Nine."

Angel's eyes widened and he scrambled to get as far away from the radio demon as possible. In such a rush, his legs got tangled and he stumbled over himself before rushing out the door. Alastor was already down to six. He rushed down the hall and into the lobby, looking for cover. There was no way he could out run him, so his only chance was to hide. He only hesitated for a second before his eyes landed on the bar and he sprinted towards it.

Husk saw him coming and shook his head. "Oh hell no, you already used up all your points," he said casually. He jumped back with a hiss, fur standing on end when Angel made a move to dive over the bar.

"This ain't about that, you gotta hide me!" he pleaded, gripping onto his shirt. Husk shoved him off.

"What the hell did you get into now?" he asked, running a hand down his tired face.

"No time to explain, just go on about your business and act like I ain't here," he said, crouching down underneath the bar. "Oh and if Al asks, say you haven't seen me."

Husker's eyes widened, shaking his head. "Sorry, but I'm not covering for you. This is your mess, you deal with it. I don't wanna get caught in the cross hairs of whatever you did to piss him off," he said, trying to drag Angel Dust out from underneath the countertop. Angel cursed as he struggled to stay put, already forced halfway out. It was then that Alastor himself leisurely strolled into the lobby. His eyes fell on Angel, and he twirled his microphone stand gleefully.

"Oh Angel there you are!" he exclaimed. Angel let out a small scream before leaping back over the bar, much to Husk's annoyance. As he ran out of the room, he used two hands to flip Husk off.

"Wow thanks for bein' fucking useless!"

Husk cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled after him. "I'll be sure to remember that next time you ask for a drink!" He sighed in defeat, bending down to arrange the various glasses and bottles he had knocked over. Alastor came up and leaned against the bar.

"I'll take a glass of water real quick, if you don't mind," he said. Husk complied, filling it up with tap before sliding it over to him.

"The hell he do to you? Kid was so desperate to get away you'd think he was fleeing for his life." Upon hearing the question, Al's ear twitched, another blush dusting his cheeks as he looked away. Husk looked him up and down and spoke once more. "Then again maybe he is."

"Mm. If you'll excuse me Husker, I believe I must enact some well deserved revenge." The bar tender chuckled.

"Alright, but don't rough him up too much. Charlie'll have your head if you hurt him."

Alastor waved a hand lazily as he made his way in the direction that Angel ran off. "No need to worry, our friend shall be in good hands." He sent his shadow in search of the fleeing man, rolling up his sleeves in preparation. In his time alive, one of the things he adored most was the thrill of the chase. The adrenaline rush that came with hunting down his prey was nearly more enjoyable than the act of killing. Almost. But oh how he relished in the fear glistening in their eyes and their labored breath as they were inevitably trapped, watching as he closed in. He found he was eager to see that look in Angel's eyes, though for a completely different reason.

Angel was close to his room now. He had had a few close calls, turning down halls that suddenly lead to nowhere, catching the glimpse of a dark shadow from the corner of his eye. He knew Al was fucking with him, but he was determined to make it to safety. He was almost there; he could see his door at the end of the hall. He ran that much harder, only to find he wasn't getting any closer. He looked down at his legs that were running in place and felt dread sink to the bottom of his stomach. He heard a deep, staticky chuckle from behind and gasped, trying with all his might to get to his room.

"Oh c'mon!" he yelled out in an exasperated tone, looking over his shoulder only to see the grinning deer. He gave a small wave, tilting his head to the side. Whatever magic Alastor had him trapped with vanished, and he let out a victory cry as he threw himself at his door, opening it before slamming it shut and locking it behind him. He let out a deep sigh of relief, shoulders slacking as he leaned against the door. The wood felt cool against his cheek, and he smiled to himself, finally knowing he was safe.

A slow clap sounded from behind him, and his breath hitched and caught in his throat. He whirled around to see Alastor, sitting on his bed with a stupidly smug grin as he applauded.

"Splendid! You put on quite a good show I must say, but I'm afraid the previews are over." Angel reached for the knob, only it was locked by his own doing. He pressed his back against the wall, smiling sheepishly as the man stood and slowly made his way closer to him.

"Look, A-Al, no hard feelings, right? I won't tell a soul I swear! You got my word, I'm sorry," he tried to plead.

"Did you really think I'd let you get away without having my revenge?" he asked calmly. Angel shrugged.

"Well I mean, yeah. I mean- I was hoping for it," he corrected himself, rubbing a hand behind his neck with a chuckle. Alastor snapped his fingers, opening a portal in the floor. All of a sudden, tentacles reached out and grabbed Angel and forced him onto the bed, pinning all of his limbs.

He blinked in shock before smirking. "Can't say this isn't what I'm used to. Been in worse bondage situations than this, let me tell ya," he mused, trying to mask his growing fear with his usual flirtations. Alastor sat next to him on the bed and he tried to squirm away, not getting very far. Angel shrunk in on himself, feeling very exposed underneath Alastor's gaze, and not in the way he would've liked. He gulped and spoke. "So uh, I normally ask this question with a lot more enthusiasm, but- what are you gonna do to me?" he ventured to question.

Alastor answered gladly. "I would've thought you were smart enough to know but clearly I overestimated you." Angel let out a cry of protest only to be cut off.

"I'm sure you know the phrase "an eye for an eye,"" he said, casting a sly look his way. That alone made Angel's chest shake as he fought to force down his chuckles. He tugged at his bonds but they held strong, not allowing any leeway.

"Ahahal I'm sorry! I won't do it again, promise!" Alastor smirked and rested a hand on his stomach. Angel jerked at the touch, barely holding back a squeal.

"Oh I know you won't, but I have to make sure the lesson is ingrained in your thick skull so you won't even think about trying it again." He looked down at him, smirk growing as he drummed his fingers along his stomach.

"Nohohooo," Angel whined through his giggles, trying to suck in his stomach to get away from the touch.

"Laughing so soon? Oh this is going to be fun," Alastor practically growled through static. "So, are you willing to speed things along and tell me your worst spots? Or are you going to do this the hard way?"

Angel was already in deep, he knew he shouldn't say it but the guy gift wrapped a perfect chance for a dirty joke and gave it to him on a silver platter. He couldn't help himself. "Oh you know I like it hard," he all but purred. Alastor's eye twitched and he flicked an ear. Angel's flirtatious smirk quickly fell flat as he saw his life flash before his eyes.

"Nonono wait I take it back-"

"Too late Angel. I'm delighted to say that you just dug your second grave." He dug his claws into his stomach, grin growing as he watched him writhe underneath his touch. Angel bit his lip, trying to contain his titters. Maybe if he held out long enough, Alastor would grow bored and give up. Angel always was a dreamer.

"Hm, I wouldn't have thought you of all people would play hard to get," Alastor mused. Angel screwed his eyes shut biting his lip so hard he began to taste blood. "But you'll crack sooner or later," he said. Angel was wearing a loose t-shirt, so it was easy for him to slip his hand underneath. The reaction was instantaneous; he burst into frantic cackles, tugging on his wrists weakly. Alastor gave him a lazy, nonchalant smile. "See, I knew you'd come around!"

"Nohoho you cahahan't do this to mehehe," he cried out.

"Oh but I can! In fact, I'm doing it right now!" he said with a flourish, followed by a laugh track that could barely be heard over Angel's mirth. He let out an annoyed huff when the baggy shirt slid back down over his stomach due to his squirming. "Why don't we get this out of the way?" he asked. Before Angel could question him, he snapped his fingers leaving Angel's chest bare.

"Hey that was my favorite shirt you asshole!" Alastor didn't dignify that with a response. Well, not a verbal one anyways. The thin pink line trailing the middle of his stomach caught his eye, placing a single finger on the pattern. "Whoa hey, if ya wanted me to take my shihirt off all ya hahad to do was ask nicelyyyy," his voice raised in pitch when Alastor pressed down ever so slightly. Fuck this wasn't good, his pattern was way more sensitive and he really didn't need Al of all people to figure that out.

"By now you should know that I don't ask nicely," he said, a completely sinister look in his eyes. He drug his finger up along the pink line, making Angel arch his back with a squeal, much to his delight. His finger made its way back down the same path, and Angel shook his head back and forth, squirming in the tentacles' hold.

"Nohohot thehehere," he pleaded. Alastor hummed in thought.

"You see, when you say that it really makes me want to focus all my efforts on this exact spot," he teased.

"Bihihite mehehe!" They both froze, Alastor's grin stretching across his entire face. Angel realized his mistake and even though he knew it was futile, he kicked his legs out for purchase so he could scoot away. Alastor moved to straddle his waist, leaning in closer as sharp teeth glistened. "A-Al Ihihi didn't mean it like that! Oh shit, you're not gonna eat me, are ya?" Nervousness gave way to fear as he had no chance to escape.

"Why, what an excellent idea Angel Dust! I am a cannibal after all." He lunged forth, head diving towards his stomach. Angel screamed in terror which soon gave way to hysterical screams of laughter as Alastor nibbled and nuzzled against his stomach.

"Fuhuhuhuck it tihihickles so damn muhuhuch!" he yelled, trying to curl in on himself, but Alastor's magic held firm. He rose his head back up from the fluff, sputtering before picking a few hairs from his mouth. Angel gasped for breath during the break he knew wouldn't last long.

Alastor wiped his tongue on his sleeve to rid his mouth of any excess fluff. "Suddenly I've lost my appetite!"

"Greheat, so can you lehehet me gohoho?" Angel asked, fearing the answer. Alastor tapped his chin in thought, studying his form before answering.

"I suppose I could, but there's one spot left I want to try," Alastor said, eyes falling on his exposed hollows. Angel followed his gaze, eyes going wide with realization as an excited sort of panic flooded his body. Giggles bubbled out of his mouth that was stretched in an anxious smile, gold tooth gleaming.

"No please, anywhere but there," Angel begged, his efforts to escape doubling but still yielding the same results. Alastor smirked as he rested his hands right below his second pair of arms. Just doing that made him jerk and let out a small squeal. Alastor tilted his head, a devious look on his face.

"Oh Angel, you don't really get a say in the matter," he said, and then he attacked. He was completely lost to his laughter as Alastor scratched and skittered in his underarms, switching rapidly between them all to keep him a jumpy hysterical mess. He drilled his thumbs into the fur and kneaded around the sensitive area. He had to hold back his own chuckles once Angel started hiccuping amongst his cries of laughter. He finally granted him mercy, snapping his fingers and releasing his hold on the other demon. He sat beside him as Angel's giggles trailed off, interrupted every once in a while by another hiccup. Alastor notes that he hadn't moved at all, arms still raised and laying on the bed.

Angel glared up at him. "Damn you, you fuckin' prick. You're a fucki- fucking monster," he said, having to restart the word when another embarrassing hiccup broke up his speech. Alastor just smirked, narrowing his eyes.

"A tickle monster," he felt the need to correct. Angel groaned, a bright blush growing on his face. He covered his face with his lower set of hands, hoping that Alastor would at least be nice enough not to comment on it. "I hope it goes without saying that none of what happened is to leave this room," he threatened in a nicer tone, though it was a threat none the less. Angel sat up, waving a hand at him.

"Yeah yeah, trust me I don't want anyone else to know." Angel perked up, head snapping to look at Alastor. "Hey what'd you do with my shirt?" Alastor pointed around a pile of clothes in the corner, the soft pink shirt laying on top. He walked over, slipping it over his head. He noticed him staring at him, a smug, knowing look on his face. Angel narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

Alastor glanced down at his nails nonchalantly. "Nothing, just noticed something rather peculiar." Angel flopped onto his bed, making him bounce with the mattress.

"Mind sharin' with the class?" he asked, even though he had a feeling he would regret it.

"I don't recall hearing you tell me to stop," he said with a sly smile. The curious grin on Angel's face immediately disappeared, cheeks heating up. He refused to meet his eyes as he struggled for a comeback.

"I- you- well- how could I, I was laughin' too hard!" he justified.

"You didn't seem to have any trouble saying other things," he beamed, holding up a hand when Angel grabbed a pillow and started beating him with it.

"Shut the hell up!"

"You like it!"

"SHUT UP!"

Alastor's static filled chuckles rang through the air. He even had the audacity to pinch his cheek before standing. "Glad to see you're feeling better. Laughter is the best medicine after all," he said.

Angel crossed his lower pair of arms, trying to hide his smile behind his hand. "Heh, I guess so."

Alastor was at the door, hand on the knob before he looked over his shoulder at Angel Dust. "Don't be shy to come find me if you ever need any more cheering up," he teased with a wink. Angel's face was practically on fire, and for once he didn't have a witty comeback. Alastor gave an amused huff before closing the door, leaving Angel alone to think about all that just happened.

#alastor #angel dust #husk #husker #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fic #hazbin hotel tickle fic #ticklish!alastor #ticklish!angel #ticklish!angel dust

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tabikuntz · 4 years ago

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Reblog pictures of Men. Consider Them with a straight girl’s eye. Find something to admire about each one. Praise Him in your post. Focus on the bulge, the package, the muscles, the strength, the power. How handsome He is. How rugged and mighty and breathtakingly Manly. All the silliest cliche naive straight girl things you can’t believe are going through your mind at that moment. But they are. Like you feel you can’t help. Like a straight girl in heat, in need, in love, with the desires that all your friends have, attracted to the same Boys they are, hearing what they say about them, saying it yourself about “your” Man. Will you kiss him or marry him or pass on him ? Will the next be better ? Learn how to fantasize and fancy and imagine and picture Him far too much for your own good. See Him with your straight girl eyes filling up with feelings of love and lust into a total Boy crush. Like you’re one of the straight girls, saying those giggly things we do about hunky studs we see. Would you fuck Him ? Blow Him ?Is He taking you out ? Are you going steady ? Is it forever ? Will you have His babies ? Can you see yourself walking down the aisle on your father’s arm to be taken by Him for life ? Feel it. What you feel for that Man; how He makes you feel. Feel yourself falling in love with Him just from how tasty and fine you imagine every bit of Him to be. Like a horny virgin lovestruck straight schoolgirl blushing before the rest of the class about some awesome guy in your class. Right ? You could just die ! Don’t let Him see you looking. Just write it all down; we won’t tell a soul; confess to your diary. Talk with other girls about Men. Practice your skills at finding straight girl things to say as you have hours of chat with your gal pals about simply every Man and how they all get you hot. Only talk about Men. When you talk with friends, only talk about Men for hours and hours. Hear yourself saying those straight girl things just like all the other girls do about the same guys they like and you sound so thirsty and you just can’t stop the words coming out of your mouth as you smile and blush and giggle and love every minute of it. Feel it get so easy for you to find only the good things to say about Him. Just like all us straight girls do. Feel what that Man makes you feel. Just like all us good straight girls are made to feel. Let yourself feel what it feels like to have these feelings about Men, and to feel them about every Man you are so lucky to gaze upon. So fortunate. Doesn’t it feel fortunate ? Of course it does ! You feel blessed by every Man who you get to meet and appreciate. And you want more Men to praise and thank. You are so into Men and have nothing but good things to say about all of Them. You talk about them so much you can’t stop. You find yourself daydreaming about Men without even trying, without thinking about it, without thinking. Now use your straight girl words to tell us all about it !

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riotfuckery · 5 years ago

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Dare

Kirishima Eijiro x flirty!f!Reader

A/N: Hello beautiful readers! It’s your friendly neighborhood big tiddy goth gf with a PG-13 rated Kirishima piece! It’s nothing too crazy. Just flirting, making out (badly described but I tried!!!!) and implied sexy time. Of course all characters are 18+! I am absolutely in love with Kiri so I had to write something about him. This is my first attempt at writing something remotely smutty so enjoy!!!

Warnings: flirting, kinda sexy descriptions, implied sexy time, and a badly described make out

Taglist: @queensynderella @thedreadthread @trafalgar-temptress @kingtamakimurder @birds-have-teeth Thank you for the love and support senpais 💖🥺💖

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That devious word was one in a string as you stared at your gal pals of class 3-A. Everyone was playing truth or dare, a childish but nonetheless fun game. Things were going as you would expect they would. Momo confessing her not so obvious crush on Todoroki, Mina sending a flirty text to Sero, and even Jiro playing the shittyflute version of “my heart will go on”.

The giggly atmosphere turned dramatic as you were called up. Mina had just been dared to eat an Oreo with an ungodly amount of hot sauce by Jiro, the pink girl chugging water dramatically until she finished with a sigh. Black and yellow eyes sparkled mischievously as she locked her gaze on you cackling with a pillow clutched to your stomach.

“(Y/N)!!!!! Truth or dare?” She asked, the devious smirk on her face as she theatrically called you out.

“Dare, cmon girly, hit me with your best shot.” you smirked at her cockily, making the ‘bring it’ motion with your hands. What was the worst she could have you do? Streak around the room naked?

Her eyes lit up for a split second, an evil idea popped into her cute pink head. She was your best friend, no secrets held and boy was she going to use that to her advantage.

“I dare you, my sweet (y/n)-Chan, to sit on Kirishimas lap right now, while he’s with the rest of the boys and ask him if he hardens everywhere when he uses his quirk.” she announced, the smile on her face evil as the devil himself. She knew for a fact that you liked Kiri and her matchmaker heart couldn’t resist the temptation.

You stared at her angrily, knowing full well what she was doing. The blush on your face betraying you as it clawed it’s way to your cheeks as you heard a few “ooooohs” around the room from the other girls.

“You’re on pinky pie, let’s do this.” You challengingly grinned. You never backed down from a challenge and some crush wasn’t gonna get in the way of it. Maybe Bakugo was rubbing off on you more than you’d like to admit. Poor Kiri would be so confused and you just figured that you’ll have to explain it to him later.

Mina, Kyoka, and Ochako followed you out of the room with their phones out eagerly. The four of you made your way to the common room as you steeled your nerves. Kirishima was your personal ray of sunshine, the bright boy always being there for you when you needed that little extra push.

The thought of just sitting in his lap in front of everyone and asking him such a flirty question made something within you spark, the challenge making you smirk cockily. A devious smirk plastered on your face at the thought of making that sharp toothed boy blush.

The sound of multiple hushed giggles came from your friends as they walked behind you. If they thought they would make you stutter and blush then on god were they wrong and you were gonna give them a show as well.

All of you arrived at the common room, seeing the Bakusquad taking turns playing Mario Kart. Sero and Kaminari were both playing while yelling and bumping into each other. Bakugo and Kirishima sitting on the couch while the other two sat on the floor in front of the screen a few feet away.

The girls hid around the corner with their phones out and recording as you made your move. You didn’t wanna mess around too much so you just went right for the target.

The outfit you were wearing couldn’t have been any more perfect. A thin black tank top and a very short pair of Crimson Riot pj shorts with black knee high socks. The shorts were bright red and the back had “CRIMSON RIOT” printed on the back of them in big black letters.

“Hey boys, whatchya up to?” Your sweet voice called out. Gracefully walking behind the two boys fighting in front of the screen, you sat yourself in between Kirishima and Bakugo.

“Dunce face and soy sauce are over there HOGGING THE GAME!” The blonde boy roughly yelled out as the sound of popping came from one of his palms.

You let out a small giggle. Bakugo always amused you with his attitude but you respected him a lot. Apparently, he felt the same as you because he never really bothered you. He let out a low growl at your laugh but kept his mouth shut.

You turned toward the Kirishima, the red haired boy already blushing from your boobs peeking out of the thin black tank top you wore. He couldn’t help but take a quick glance, as much as he scolded himself for it. You were just so mesmerizing.

You gave him the “come here” wave with your index finger, smirking at the already pink cheeks of the boy. He hesitantly leaned in closer, his heart was pounding in his chest.

You gave out a light hum in contemplation. The options of just doing it now or teasing him a bit more was weighing in your head. Seeing him stutter was gonna be wonderful, but playing it out would make it a lot more fun.

Deciding to get it over with, you chose to spare the shark boy embarrassment. You couldn’t do that to your sweet and oh so manly crush. Putting on the most innocent tone you could muster, you went to complete your dare.

“Hey Kiri~ Can I ask you something?” your innocent tone affecting him more than you planned. The blush on his cheeks blossomed from a baby pink to bright pink on his handsome face.

You swung your legs over his, straddling his legs with your own and positioning yourself so you were face to face with him. The innocent facade still up as you rested your hands on his broad shoulders. He froze, his shocked and warm red eyes stared into your sparkling (e/c) ones.

You pulled yourself closer to his ear, soft lips barely brushing the appendage as you softened your voice to a whisper.

The fire in your spirit manifested in your eyes and lower belly. You glanced to the side just in case, locking eyes with Bakugo for a moment. The cheeky smirk on your face as you shot him a wink. He just continued to watch what you were up to with his own interested smirk.

“Do you harden everywhere when you use your quirk, Red Riot?~” you purred, making the words drip off your lips like honey. The heat from his face radiated off of him and on yourself, pride swelling in your chest. You pressed a quick kiss to his burning cheek in apology and moved off of the poor blushing boy.

Without so much a glance to your cute energetic crush, you walked away with an extra swing of your hips. Leaving the poor boy red faced and frozen, staring at your curvy form walking away. You catwalked your way around the corner, coming face to face with your girls.

“WOAH (Y/N)-CHAN THAT WAS SO HOT!” Mina yelled excitingly.

“You gave us quite the show, (y/n)-Chan.” Momo’s elegant voice rang out.

“That was so bold!” Ochako’s bright and bubbly voice complimented as well.

Your inner pride swelled even more at the praises, mentally patting yourself on the back for the good show. All of you went back to Momo’s room and continued your sleepover, stuffing your faces with junk food and talk of boy bands until you all called it a night and went to your own rooms to sleep.

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Flustered was an understatement for the feeling Kirishima Eijiro had after your stunt. The red on his cheeks matched his hair as he watched your perfect ass walk away so teasingly in those Crimson Riot shorts.

He may not have ranked the highest in his test scores (we don’t talk about that), but he was smart enough to know you knew what you were doing. The way you spoke right next to his ear and the way your crotch pressed into his was no coincidence.

His vermillion eyes stayed in the direction you stalked off to, a breath he didn’t know he was holding released as he watched you disappear. His mind was racing at the reasons why you would do this.

The sweet crush he had teasing him in public like this? And asking such a daring question? And leaving before he could even answer?

An amused hmph from an angry blonde shook him from his thoughts. A red brow quirked at the blonde bombshell in silent question. Bakugo wore an impressed smirk much to the redhead’s surprise.

“Cheeky brat” he amusingly scoffed. “Hey shitty hair, if you don’t take her I might give it a shot” Bakugo smirked while casually looking at the two other boys still fighting and yelling over the video game.

Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed in a silent glare at the nonchalant ash blonde. He liked you since the beginning of the school year, your willingness to never back away from a challenge but knowing your limits piqued his interest. The sweet but flirty smiles, fiery (e/c) eyes, and kind personality made him fall hard for you.

“No way, Bakubro! I’ve liked her for awhile now, I’ll make my move and show her just how manly I can be!” Kiri’s ever present friendliness shone through his determined tone with a sharp toothed smile.

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After your time with the girls, you headed back to your room sleepily. Padding down the hall wrapped in a fluffy blanket and holding your pillow, a small yawn escaped your lips.

You arrived at your room, taking off your slippers and shutting your door with a loud thud. The bold dare you were challenged to flashed back as you flopped down on your bed.

‘Speechless huh? Well I would be too if that happened to me. He took it a lot better than I thought he would. What else would I expect? Him grabbing my hips and asking if I wanted to find out?’ You speculated to yourself.

An airy sigh escaped you as you flung off your fluffy blanket and went to go get ready for bed. It was only 8pm but with the eventful hangout with the girls, the bold dare that you would have to explain later, and the amount of junk food you ate, you were tired.

After grabbing your toothbrush, toothpaste, and hair bush, you slipped on your slippers and headed to the girls bathrooms. Humming a random tune as you strolled your way to the shared space, you did what you needed to and headed back up to your room.

You walked the halls normally, the thought of training tomorrow making you groan internally. You weren’t the strongest in your infamous class but you had useful quirk. Transport was what the quirk resignation office called it. A mix between telekinesis and teleportation. You could transport people and things within eyesight.

The nasty headaches you got were an awful side effect, the bigger the object meant the more painful the headache. It was useful and training was awful but you were thankful to be put in the top hero class of UA.

The tell tale bright spiky red hair of none other than Kirishima Eijiro, AKA your big time crush came into sight as you rounded the corner. He hadn’t noticed you yet because he was nervously staring at your door.

The panic set in and you quickly teleported yourself into your room. The dull throb of an oncoming headache as you landed in the center of your (f/c) and cozy room.

‘Is he coming to ask about what happened???Am I supposed to say “hey it was a dare, no hard feelings right?” I MEAN YEAH BUT I DIDNT MEAN TO MAKE A SHOW OUT OF IT! OF COURSEEEE I HAD TO GET COCKY AND GIVE THEM A SHOW!” You screeched in your head.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. The worry now fading away and the dull throb in your head slowly disappearing. The ensuing silence made you raise a brow confusingly at your door.

He stared at the other side of the plain piece of wood with no plan and his nervous system in a frenzy. What was he gonna say to you? Was he gonna ask you on a date? Was he gonna try and make you blush?

A quick but sharp knock chased off your confusion. You shook off your nerves for a quick second before you gracefully sat down on your bed with your legs crossed. With a quick clearing of your throat, you called out.

“Come in!” Your sweet voice rang out. Kirishima’s brain turned to scrambled eggs. ‘What am I gonna do? I have NO PLAN! So unmanly! Ugh’ he internally panicked throughout the chaos in his head.

He entered your cozy room and quietly shut the door behind him. The nervousness weighing on him like heavy blanket as he stood anxious in your entranceway.

“Hey Kiri! What’s up?” You happily greeted him, like nothing ever happened in the common room.

Nervousness was replaced with confusion at your happy tone. The familiarity taking over his body as he visibly relaxed. You and Kiri were only friends, much to both of your guys’ disappointment. He visited your room plenty of times to study when he didn’t feel like being beat up by Bakugo.

“Hey! Uhhhh- I was just wondering, what was that out there?” He nervously spat out. It was the only logical thing he could manage to piece together in his frazzled mind.

Your outfit and posture didn’t help his nerves, the crimson riot shorts and thin black tank top made his palms sweat. Your plush thighs crossed just made them just look so much more biteable.

“Oh? That whole thing was a dare, you know girls sleepover thing.” You nonchalantly said as you uncrossed your legs and made your way up to the cute red head.

Playful (e/c) eyes met red ones as you looked up at him through your lashes. The fire was back again and burning brighter then ever, coursing through your veins and boiling your blood ever so sweetly.

“Didn’t mean to embarrass you cutie pie, so no hard feelings alright?” Standing up on the tips of your toes, you leaned forward and pressed another kiss on his cheek.

You couldn’t help but tease him, the wonder of whether he would melt into a puddle or turning the tables and making you blush had you feeling hot and bothered. ‘Let’s see how manly he could be’ the devious thought popped up in your pretty little head.

A sharp toothed smirk made its way onto his handsome face. He knew what game you were playing and he was willing to play along. But he wanted to win. Red eyes met mischievous (e/c) ones as you once again gazed at him, now down on your feet fully.

“Embarrassed? Not at all angel face, just a bit surprised is all. When a sexy little thing like you sits on my lap out of nowhere, what guy wouldn’t be shocked. Now to answer your question babygirl, do you wanna find out now or later?” his deepened voice came out smooth as silk.

Large warm hands moved from his sides and slid from the bottom of those tiny red shorts with a feather light touch to your hips. Grabbing them firmly as he pressed your body close to his as he spoke.

Your lust filled lidded eyes met his own. Red eyes almost glowing with burning desire as he teased you. You pressed your chest against his as you leaned up and ever so slowly leaned in toward his soft lips.

Noses lightly brushed up against each other before you stopped. “Cmon Red Riot~, show me how unbreakable you can be.” You teased back, the little game of cat and mouse making you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

Sharp teeth clashed against yours in a desperate and frenzied kiss, immediately kissing him back just as feverishly as you slid your hands up his broad chest and tangled your hands in his red hair.

His warm tongue swiped your bottom lip, silently asking for permission to enter. You happily invited him in as you parted your plush lips for him.

He explored your mouth eagerly, dominating and exploring what you had to offer with a low groan. You tugged on his hair as he gripped your hips tighter, letting out your own moan at his actions.

Unfortunately you both needed to breathe so you pulled apart, out of breath and with blushes on your face.

“I may be unbreakable, but your bed isn’t. Let’s see if you can keep up, dollface~” he smirked before he brought you in for another heated kiss.

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facetiousfanatic · 5 years ago

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I’ve always headcanoned Roxy n Dirk as trans, but never really explored how it affects them as characters? And with trans Roxy being canonized in the epilogues, I wanted to explain why I still use she/them and why I draw Dirk with boobs:

(Disclaimer: I’m cis! I got an A-ok from my trans friends, but everyone’s experiences are different so hmu if any of this feels off. I just think about gender a lot.)

Roxy and Dirk both express their gender in very extreme and stereotypical ways. Dirk performs hyper-masculinity in everything - his clothes, interests and even values. Roxy does the same. She is giggly and pink and emotional and flirty. This feels especially exaggerated considering all the betas all have pretty realistic and common gender presentations. This suggest Roxy and Dirk over-perform their genders for the same reason a lot of real people that are trans do - because of the extreme pressure to pass. In my interpretation however, only one of them feel this pressure.

Roxy realised she was trans around 13. Dirk, on the other hand, had known the second he learned how to read. Naturally, they talked about it, and this common experience was the reason they became so close to begin with.

At this time in his life Dirk was still convinced he was the center of the universe and there was no one around to socialize him into thinking anything he did was against the status quo. He knew that he was a dude and he knew he was a genius. This confidence meant he never really took any gender roles or transphobia depicted in the media left from the dead civilisation to heart. He knew that his brother had been a dude. A dude that wore cool dude clothes and a cool dude haircut. Heck, he’d even been left with those same cool dude clothes. Dirk didn’t present as a guy because he thought that he had to for people to accept him as a guy, he just idolised his brother and naturally grew to appreciate the way he presented.

Roxy on the other hand had the opposite experience. She realised she was trans after only identifying with women in the media she consumed. In her introduction, Roxy mentions her love for old-school technology. If this refers to current technology (since she lives in the future) or what we’d call retro, I don’t know. But I’d like to think this was the source for the Bond girl aesthetic Roxy is so fond of. This also meant she spent a lot of time watching and playing the most sexist shit mankind had to offer. The first popularisation of television, and later video games, was the period when people gave the least amount of shit about the consequences of harmful stereotypes.

I think she genuinely loved all the hyper-feminine stuff, but I also think it was at least 40% obligation. An attempt to consistently reinforce that she was truly a girl. Like she was afraid her friends wouldn’t believe her if she didn’t conform (aka the classic LGBT experience). This is a natural consequence for someone who has internalised the gender roles and transphobia she was been exposed to.

It is not until Earth C that Roxy starts to understand that she was maybe a bit harsh on herself? On a planet where they left toxic societal structures behind, Roxy starts to realise that she can perform gender however the fuck she wants. She can be feminine and masculine and androgynous and none of it discredits her identity. Hell, she doesn’t even need female pronouns! They/them relieves them of all the pressure of acting a certain way. Not being a dude doesn’t have to mean embodying a shallow caricature of a woman. Roxy can call themself gal pal and deadliest haxxor bitch and gf, but still reject the restrictive ideals of womanhood. I don’t think they necessarily label it as anything, but you could define it as transfemme nonbinary.

So, in my headcanon: Dirk is a trans guy that never experienced dysphoria and as a consequence never felt the need to transition (aka why I draw Dirk with boobs). Roxy grows up as a trans girl latching on to old gender ideals, and eventually transitions. But when those ideals are completely dismantled on Earth C, they said fuck gender and started using they/them.

#homestuck #dirk strider #roxy lalonde #homestuck meta #talking shenanigans #fic talk

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tylergparker · 5 years ago

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🌻 grad party look details - tyler parker edition 🌻

tyler was literally so severely unprepared for a cowboy themed party, hello. never a day in her life has she even thought of needing to own cowboy boots or a cowboy hat, so neither of those were even in her arsenal for this look. we did our best, though. “ stars are a cowboy thing, right? they like stars as a shape or whatever? ” - we got a star septum ring, some star earrings, and a star dangling belly ring in the bottom of her two navel piercings. red also seemed to be a theme that we stuck with instead of an all black aesthetic for the evening. some ripped short overalls with a flannel around the waist and some messy, loose braid pigtails were the best we could do as far as country aesthetic.

honestly, tyler’s there to have a good time. is she trying to have the kind of time she had at the luau in hawaii? lol no. not really. she’s definitely enjoying herself, making her rounds to her friends, silently judging all the country music. as she gets a few drinks in her, though, catch her toe-tappin’ and wigglin’. the giggles end up coming out, too. she’s actively not getting full on drunk tonight - what with the events of last time that happened - but she’ll enjoy a few drinks, and because she’s tiny she’ll be tipsy. tipsy tyler is nearly just as giggly and affectionate, so that’s a fun time for everyone. she’s super fucking excited to be celebrating her gal pal miss marley, and she’s gonna love on her as deserved. she’s also happy for dawn, and gives her a half awkward hug and congratulations, because, well, she does deserve it.

#malnatism #tyler. | event #event. | cowboys and cocktails #tyler. | wardrobe #tyler. | aesthetic

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inuykago · 5 years ago

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lady friends?

inuyasha pride month 2020 ::

day 2 - lesbian + day 10 - kagome

thinkin of kagome and sango together makes my heart flutter. please accept this one shot I wrote for pride month ヽ(^◇^*)/

inspired by dailyau prompt:

I thought I just didn’t like relationships but turns out I’m actually super gay AU

for reference! kagome inspo. sango inspo.

{kagsan. modern college au. 3,050 words. ff.net / ao3.}

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I hate college.

The classes are dragging, professors don’t care about study guides or reviews (do they want me to fail?), and, to top it all off, I’m alone.

Not that I can’t be by myself, but there’s friend groups here, friend groups there, a couple right next to me, and all of them look at me like, “Poor freshman, why doesn’t she have anybody?”

Well, everybody, I do have people! There’s Ayumi, Eri, and Yuka … but, I chose a different college than them…

Yeah, they all stuck together… B-But we still talk every day in our “Gal Pals 💕” group chat. Well, they do understand each other more than I do… since I’m out here by myself… but it’s fine.

I’m fine.

“Ms. Higurashi!” I snapped out of my thoughts, releasing my pen from my bite. Uh oh, did he notice I wasn’t paying attention?

“Y-Yes professor?”

The man crossed his arms as he gripped the smartboard marker, “Since it looks like you’re thinking so hard-” I really wasn’t “-can you name me some baroque-style paintings?”

“Of course,” I had to act confident. “Well, there’s the one painted by…” Shit, did we even learn a baroque painter? “Uh…”

Riiiinnnnggg!

“Hmm, saved by the bell,” he said.

Thank God.

I rushed to close my pink laptop and carelessly dropped it into my yellow bookbag. I refused to give my professor a chance to pull me aside after class because (1) I know I’m not a bad student (so please don’t talk to me like I’m one) and (2) I may have a heart attack if he tries to say otherwise.

As I got up, something knocked me in the head.

“?????” is basically what I said to myself as I bent down to pick up the crumbled piece of paper. “Are we in middle school?” I rolled my eyes and straightened it out.

PARTY AT INUYASHA’S DORM-

“Oi!” a guy shouted as he and another ran up beside me. “S-Sorry, that wasn’t…. Uh…. meant for you.”

Of course it wasn’t.

“No worries,” I smiled, handing back the middle-school note. Honestly, me? Party? Yeah right.

“Say, this invitation doesn’t have to go to waste,” said the guy from behind. His short ponytail, bangs, and gold earrings distracted me for a second. “Hmm…,” he looked at me from head to toe. “Well, you’re just as pretty as the girl we were trying to give it to,” he gave me a smirk that made me uncomfortable. “See you there,” he threw his arm around me and squeezed me.

Should I elbow or kick him?

Well, he’s gone already. Perv.

Finally getting out of that classroom, I minded my business walking through the crowded hallway. I guess let me take another look at this oh-so wonderful invitation:

PARTY AT INUYASHA’S DORM

10 P.M., BRONISLAW HALL

PLEASE BRING LADY FRIENDS 😉

Yeah, I was right. He’s probably a perv.

The next day…

“How is it already 7 p.m.?” I rubbed my eyes, waking up from a long-needed nap.

Those two tests today really killed me, I guess. I’m just not cut out for history nor business marketing.

I sat up from my bed and looked at the empty other side of the room. My roommate never moved in. I don’t know if I should be happy or feel even more lonely??

“Ah well,” I shrugged.

I could see the sharpie-written note “PARTY AT INUYASHA’S” on my cluttered desk. “PLEASE BRING LADY FRIENDS” was ringing in my ear for whatever reason.

“Should I even go?” I asked myself. Well, when in doubt, turn to the Girls.

[ Groupchat: Gal Pals 💕 ]:

Ladies!!! I need help 😩

Ayumi 💛

Anything for my kags!!

Eri 💓

Spill!!

Yuka 💜

👀👀

Sooo I was kind of (???) invited

to this party on campus. Was told to bring lady friends.

Can any of my lady friends plsssss join me??

Eri 💓

Any cute boys?

Ayumi 💛

^^^^^^

Yuka 💜

^^^^^^^^^^^^

Ehhhhhh, i don’t know. Probably??

Yuka 💜

I wish you told us sooner kags :/ … we’re going

to a party tonight too

Aahhh, no worries! It cant be helped.

Have fun gals, pls be safe 🥺 and

someone please keep an eye on eri…

you know how she is drunk 🙄

Ayumi 💛

You got it mom

Eri 💓

*rolling eyes gif*

😘😘

Well, there’s my answer to that, I guess.

(THE LAST FOUR HOURS BEFORE THE PARTY:1

7:37 P.M.

-- Kagome binging Maid Sama on Netflix, wrapped in a blanket, eating popcorn --

Yeah… I’m not going.

8:37 P.M.

-- Kagome watching The Notebook, crying, on her couch --

I [sniffle] just want [sigh] love.

9:37 P.M.

-- Kagome lip syncing to “I’ll Kill You” by Summer Walker ft. Jhene Aiko, wearing her rose gold beats --

🎶 Dooon’t, have me lookin’ foolish, dooon’t, have me lookin’ stuupid 🎶

10:37 P.M.

-- Kagome, bored, scrolling on Instagram --

Eh. Whatever, I’ll go.

END:1 )

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Ah, the smell of booze and desperate boys. So this is college life.

Inuyasha’s place was a four-man dorm. There had to be like 40 to 50 people here already, and I’ve never seen any of them before. Yay, Kagome.

The music was pounding and all I could see were guys on girls, girls on guys, and, the occasional, girl on girl action. I shoved my way through the sea of people, eventually getting some breathable room near the small table in the corner that had Hennessy, Tequila, and Bacardi Rum.

Well, if I’m choosing my poison, tequila and sprite it is.

“Keh, Tequila and sprite?” I turned around because who the hell was talking to me? “I like your taste.”

His fluff white, silver hair was one of the few things that stood out in the near-complete darkness. He sipped his (henny and coke?) drink and leaned on the table, eying me up and down. Is that all boys do?

"I’m Inuyasha,” he smirked, taking another sip and fixing his backwards red dad hat. “If you didn’t know that already.”

Why did I decide to come again?

“Thanks for the housewarming,” I mouthed sarcastically. “But the bathroom is calling my name so-” I nodded my head to the side and shuffled to anywhere but there. But before I could even move --

“Oi, you don’t wanna talk a bit? Get to know each other?” he put his hand on my wrist. Why do they keep thinking they can touch me?!

I ripped out of his light hold, “Sorry, not interested.”

“W-Why you--”

“Inuyasha!” great, reinforcements. “There you are, have you seen all these ladies?! I’m so h-” oh even better, it’s the Perv No. 1. “Ah! You came,” he nudged Perv No. 2. “I knew you wanted to see me again.”

“As if,” I rolled my eyes. “Now, unless you want me to urinate on your floor,” I raised my glass and gave a sarcastic smile. Jeez, I really wasn’t wrong about the desperate boys.

The two bozos stepped in my way again as if I wasn’t cornered already (think: lap dances to my right; twerking to my left; beer pong behind me). And this is why I prefer my books and Netflix.

“If you think I find this flattering,” I raised my brow, sipping my drink. “I don’t.”

“Feisty,” Inuyasha nodded his head and Perv No. 1 did that weird smile again.

Should I kick them? I should kick them.

Before I could Inuyasha began to lean in, “Yeah alright, woman, suuure you will.”

“LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND ALONE, YOU DICKS”

Eh?

“Ah, shit, Sango,” Inuyasha awkwardly scratched his neck. “You got a girlfriend already? Jeez woman.”

Perv No. 1’s mouth practically dropped to the floor, “W-What??? This goddess has a girlfriend??” he hung his head in disappointment. God bless this “Sango” chick. “Inuyasha, why didn’t you tell me?? SHE was the one I was trying to invite but then--” he eyed me in disappoint “--well we got her.”

“Excuse me?” Men.

“I got it, sweetie,” she winked and rubbed my cheek. God, why is my heart pounding? “I see either of you talk to her again and I’m ripping lil’ tweedledee and tweedledum off of you, ‘kay?”

She held my hand. Is my palm sweaty? A-Am I doing this right??

Inuyasha rolled his eyes, snatched his drink, and dragged Perv No. 1 away, whose mouth was still on the ground, “Whatever. C’mon, Miroku, the night ain’t over yet.”

“T-Thanks for saving me,” wow, she’s kinda cute.

She smiled and squeezed my hand. I didn’t mind this at all… but why is that?

“Of course, us girls gotta look out for each other, right?”

I felt myself get warm, and frankly I wasn’t sure if it was the tequila or because I was blushing. For the first time ever, I didn’t know what to say. Like, I was afraid of saying something weird and creeping her out… why is that?

“I hate guys,” she tightened her thick ponytail. “They think they’re so big and tough.”

“R-Right?!” we both laughed, and I could feel myself getting giggly. Was it the alcohol? Yeah, Kagome, of course it is.

She made herself a drink: rum and coke. She took a sip and I found myself staring at her, jeez I have to say something before I creep her out--

“So, where’s your friends?”

I snapped out of my thoughts, “Oh, they couldn’t make it… Kinda chose to come here last minute.”

She shifted her weight onto one leg, whew I really like her outfit. “Came to a back-to-school college party by yourself?” she nodded in approval. “I was wrong, you do have guts,” she sipped her drink, her lip gloss staining the red cup. “I like that.”

Uh oh, there goes my heart again. Think, Kagome, say something, be cute. Be cute. “I’m Kagome by the way.” Really, that’s it?

“Sango,” she held out her cup and I met it with mine. We both laughed again.

When our giggles died down it looked like a light bulb turned on inside her head. “Let’s go have fun!” she threw down her drink and interlocked her hand with one of mine.

?!?!??!?!??!!?! is what I yelled in my head and, sweet Jesus, there goes my heart. I shouldn’t have watched The Notebook earlier.

Sango dragged me and I couldn’t stop the fuzzy feeling. We were inside of the makeshift dance floor -- how can anyone enjoy this body heat?! -- and she just started going.

“La Romana” by Bad Bunny made the house speakers -- and just about everyone, including Sango -- jump. Her body was moving to the beats as she shouted the lyrics into the air.

I was trying to let my body loose like her, but sheesh I couldn’t keep up!

🎶 PASAME LA HOOKAH, EH! 🎶

She chugged the rest of her drink and so did I. I think I need more liquid confidence.

Four drinks later…

“Are you having fun?!” Sango yelled in my ear, laying her hand on my back, trying to bring me closer. I may be a bit drunk at this point, but I know I can feel my heart pounding again.

“Yes!!” I giggled into her ear, moving my hips to the fast beat. I don’t even know what song is playing, but my body is going with it.

🎶 IF THEM BITCHES ‘ROUND YOU, BETTER BE BLOOOD

IF AIN’T ME OR YOUR MAMA, SHOULDN’T BE SHOWIN’ YOU LOVEE

PLEASE FORGIVE ME, I KNOOOW THAT I’M STINGY 🎶

“IS THIS?!-” my eyes widened in excitement, the song still in the background.

“SUMMER WALKER?!” Sango pushed her face near mine. If I wasn’t so excited about the song I’d probably be fainting right now.

“AND JHENE AIKO??” we exclaimed in unison.

We both immediately closed our eyes and put our hands to our chests, literally singing our hearts out to “I’ll Kill You,” aka my favorite song.

For the first time at the party, I felt like myself. My hopeless-romantic-who-couldn’t-sing-but-adores-r&b self. I don’t know if it’s the fifth cup of tequila and sprite, the Goddess Summer Walker, or Sango looking so dang attractive that’s making me feel bubbly, but I just… let loose.

🗣I BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR A LOOOOVE LIKE THIS

I BEEN WAITING SO LONG FOR A LOOOOOVE LIKE THIS

“Ka-go-me!” Sango shouted as she smiled at me, nodding her head in approval.

I want to serenade her… Yes, Kagome, let’s serenade her.

🗣FUCK THAT MY BABY YOU ALLL MINE

GREATEST OF ALL TIME

YOU BETTER TELL THEM HOES, “FALL IN LINE”

I DO NOT PLAY ABOUT MINE

My voice is as angelic as Jhene right now. My arms -- with my near-empty sixth drink -- are wrapped around Sango’s neck and she’s smiling so big; I don’t know how my arms ended up here, but I… don’t want to let go.

I should keep going. Yes, keep going.

🎶I WANT YOU FOR LIIIFFFEEEE

DOOONTT, HAVE ME LOOKIN’ FOOLISH

DOOOONTT, HAVE ME FEELIN’ STUPID

Sango ran her fingers through my hair and just kept on giggling. “Okay, Ms. Jhene, let’s get out of here.”

“W-What?!” I let go of my grip. “W-Why are we l-leaving?” my words felt like it wasn’t coming fast enough out of my mouth. “T-The party j-justed start-ted!” I went for a last sip but she grabbed it so fast from my hand.

“H-Hey!” I tried to snatch it back but she was too damn fast. She’s lucky she’s cute.

Sango put down the cup on the corner table. She moved a piece of hair out of my face, “You’re suuuuuper drunk.” She laughed at me, making me even more flustered.

“I-I am n-not!”

“Do you realize how slurred your words are right now?” They are not. “Come on,” she lightly grabbed my hand. “Time for bed, princess.”

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I don’t know how I ended up back in my dorm room, but I did. And I don’t remember even falling asleep, but I did.

I slowly opened my eyes and just felt the room spinning. Jeez, I’m such a lightweight.

I held my head as I rose up; it was still dark outside and my wall lights were still shining a bright pink. Water… I need water.

“Woah, woah!” Sango said as she rushed to the ride of my bed with a glass of water. She has to be heaven-sent.

“Wow, it’s like you read my mind,” I laughed, taking the cup from her hand. “Thank you.”

She smiled as she pulled out my desk chair beside the bed, “Of course.” But then she looked at me and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?!” I nervously asked. What did I do? I hope I wasn’t too drunk because then I start… singing…

“You don’t remember what happened an hour ago?” I looked at her blankly. “At Inuyasha’s?”

“Ehhh,” I put my finger to my chin, thinking rather hard. “You saved me from the two Pervs, didn’t you?”

She giggled with her eyes closed, revealing her pink eyeshadow. I love that.

“Let me refresh your memory,” I don’t like where this was going.

🗣FUCK THAT MY BABY YOU ALLL MINE

GREATEST OF ALL TIME

YOU BETTER TELL THEM HOES, “FALL IN LINE”

I DO NOT PLAY ABOUT MINE

“No…”

“Yes.”

“...N-No…”

“Yes!” she chuckled, holding her stomach while I covered my face.

“I-I’m soooo sorry!” Jesus, she definitely thinks I’m weird now. “When I’m drunk I think I sound like Jhene Aiko… she’s just too powerful...”

“Yeah, I see that,” she pretended to wipe tears from her eyes. “But oh please, don’t apologize. It was so cute.”

“C-Cute?!” I accidentally yelled out loud. I immediately covered my mouth.

“Yeah, you’re so adorable,” Sango smiled. “When I saw you at the party today, I knew I wanted to talk to you. So I just went up to you and then I saw douchebag Inuyasha and his little henchman… It was only natural for me to chase them away,” she shrugged.

She knows she got it. I like that.

“Thank God you stepped in. I was really about to kick those guys in the hoohas.”

“The hoohas?” She just kept on laughing. I loved seeing her smile, whew. “You’re so cute.”

We both continued giggling because, let’s face it, I have no idea what I’m doing, saying, or hell, what I’m feeling.

“So, no friends with you tonight,” I shook my head. “How about your boyfriend?”

I shyly smiled, “Nope, don’t have one of those either… Never did.”

“Really?” Sango’s eyebrow propped upwards. “Same here.”

“What? No way!” I tried calling her out.

Sango giggled, “How can I when girls like you are so pretty?” Oh God, did my heart just stop working? “Ah, wait, that was weird,” she scratched her neck, chuckling nervously. “Now I feel like a Perv like Inuyasha and Miroku.”

“No,” I protested. “Not at all.”

Sango looked like she felt she crossed a line. She really didn’t. In fact, she helped me realize something.

“It looks like you’re sobering up now,” she smirked. “I’ll get out of your hair. Thanks for partying with me tonight,” she blew me a flirty-but-i’m-trying-to-not-be-an-obvious-flirt kiss as she got up.

“Wait!” I didn’t want her to go. “Can you actually… stay with me? I’m here by myself, and I really like being with you.”

Sango looked at me relieved, “Of course.”

I moved more towards the wall to motion her to lay next to me. She kept looking at me and I knew my cheeks were already red, so I tried to look away. Her weight slightly pressed the bed down, but we fit. Perfectly.

I began to think back to my past “relationships” with Hojo, Koga, and Bankotsu. None of them ever worked out for me because I hated it. I hated relationships. I hate cuddling, the affection, the over-protection. But now I know, it was because I wasn’t with the right person.

“Sango?” I turned my body towards her.

“Yes, princess?” she smiled sarcastically.

I giggled, I couldn’t let this opportunity fly by me. I’m going to go for it.

I leaned in 100% for the kiss. Her lips were so soft that I realized her lip gloss was already all gone. I felt her kiss me back and honestly? fireworks. I never felt like this before.

She smiled mid-smooch, “So you do have guts.”

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