#he’s lucky rosie absolutely adores him

[muchmorethanmoney]

The idea of RadioRose is very funny to me because I know for a FACT that Alastor would end up confessing by telling Rosie “Well, there is a gal… you know her VERY well…”

[normansnt]

The real him

(Alastor x male overlord!reader)

No warnings my loves

Perhaps some grammatical errors🥹

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Alastor was walking down the street to attend the overlords meeting that was taking place today. He has been absent for quite some time so he has not been to one in a while, and honestly he was kind of excited to go again. Not because he cared so much about what they had to say oh no, of course it was useful information for his plan but the one true reason he went was not something, it was someone.

You.

The overlord of music. Since he was the radio demon and you were the music demon you naturally had something to do with each other. Not to mention it just so happened that you both liked jazz that was a first bonding point.

The moment you became an overlord and turned up on one of the meetings Alastor was delighted by you. You were younger than most of them around the age of the Vees however you are very respectful towards the elder overlords. And even though you were one of the strongest ones you were not egoistic at all. If anything Alastor would call you quite humble. You had a happy air around you similar to Charlie, but he could see the smartness and cunningness underneath. For anyone else you just seemed like any happy go lucky idiot in hell but Alastor knew better. He knew that you could not have become an overlord without brains, all though the Vees achieved it. It only took him one conversation with you to know that sly brain of yours which was probably one of the smartest in the room, despite your young age.

Before he left hell it has become a habit that you two sat down for a coffee after meetings and you could talk for hours, one of your favorite activities was playing chess together.

To put it short. Alastor absolutely adored you, and loved spending time with you. The only thing that made him feel even a little bit sad when he left was the thought of not seeing you for a long time.

"Alastor, how fare thee, this way"

Alastor was too caught up in his daydreams about you to notice the tall figure appearing before him.

"Greetings, Zestial" he looked at the overlord while they made their way to the meeting.

"Ah, the weather, doth become this fine day."

"Indeed, looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon!"

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou?It has been an age since thou hath graced us thy presence. Some hath spun wild tales of you falling to...holy arms."

"Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical, nothing serious. Though it's fun to keep everyone on their toes!" Laughed Alastor

"Quite intriguing, Some of us did miss thee more than others" smiled Zestial mysteriously.

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Asked back Alastor his smile never wavering.

"Thee knoweth what I mean a certain youngster did miss thy presence gravely"

"(Y/N)?"

"Indeed"

To this Alastor's smile lessened just the littlest bit, barely seeable to naked eye truly. He was not pleased that he caused you sadness. All though deep down in his cold dead heart a spark of warmth emerged to the thought that you missed him.

"Well than shall we proceed" said Zestial at last.

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When Alastor and Zestial arrived at the meeting he was disappointed to notice that you were no where to be seen. Nonetheless he took his seat, hoping that you will turn up since you do have a habit of losing track of time.

So the meeting began, Alastor sat next to Rosie a charming Women overlord of the cannibal town also a good friend of yours and Alastor.

"Ahhh Alastor such a pleasure to see you again, someone has become quite broody without you here." The powerful women finished her sentence with a cheeky grin.

"Yes it has been brought to my attention as well however I do not see the culprit here anywhere."

"Ohh you know the clumsy, he is always late."

About 10 minutes after the meeting began Velvette bursted through the door throwing the head of an exorcist of the table, and you walked in calmly behind her.

"Must you make such an entrance, and oh look at that now you got blood all over the table you could do it less flashy you know" you said looking at the media demon.

"I'm sorry for being late Velvette here was holding me up" you said rolling your eyes while she stuck her middle finger in your face.

"Anyways what are we-" you stopped talking when you saw Alastor. Your face broke out in a grin which you quickly tried to cover up with a cough and took your place besides Rosie.

"It's quite all right (Y/N) we know how...annoying the Vees can be" said Carmilla smiling at you slightly. You had a friendly relationship with most every overlord, even the Vees all though that was more professional.

After that you had trouble focusing, all you could think about was what you would say to Alastor after the meeting.

When Velvette jumped unto the table and started very disrespectfully yelling at Zestial and Carmilla you wanted to step in but Rosie put her hand on yours shaking her head slightly.

Alastor chuckled, a real hearty quet chuckle not a mocking one. He has always adored the way you like to stand up for people. He often wondered how you ended up in hell. Now he knows of course, your coffee 'dates' have turned quite deep sometimes, thus you are pretty much the only person who knows him. Not his grin he always wears, not his charmingly sick personality, him.

After the rather quick meeting you waited for Alastor outside of the meeting room. You were quite nervous you have not seen him in 7 years.

When Alastor saw you waiting outside he walked over. You waited till the other overlords have left the scene and the moment you could not see any of them anymore you jumped into Alastors arms.

Now, Alastor did not like physical touch. But this was already a routine for you too. Since you are a very touchy person and he does not like it at all you started off slow. Putting your hand on his shoulder as greeting and goodbye. Than patting his back and this way you guys slowly went up to a point where he was comfortable with hugging you. And now he loves it. But only if its you.

"(Y/N)...I've heard you missed me."he stated while smiling, not grinning, smiling at you.

"Weelll, I mean its no secret that you are my favorite there" you smiled shyly

"Only there?" He asked smiling egoistically exactly knowing your answer.

"All right, all right mr.bigshot however that doesn't explain why you were gone for 7 years without telling me where you were?"

You might be happy to see him now but that doesn't change the fact that he hurt you when he left without telling you.

His smile faltered a bit

He took your hand and next thing you know is you guys ended up in his room in the Hazbin Hotel.

Now he could let the smile go. All though a soft one remained on his lips.

"Everything in its time my dear"

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SALUTATIONS, GOOD TO BE BACK ON THE AIR

YES I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE SOMEONE WITH STYLE-

Ok I'll stop

You see...I WATCHED HAZBIN HOTEL AND ITS AN OBSESSION THE SONGS, THE ART, THE CHARACTERS AAAAAHHHGSHHSGJSGS ITS SOOOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOOD

I already have at least 5 more fics in my notes just waiting to be published but I might wait with those cuz I really have to proof read them cuz when I type fast (like when I have too many ideas in my head cuz I have a new hyperfixation) I make the stupidest ass mistakes😭

SOOOO ANYWAAAHYYSSSS

Thank you so much for reading ladies, gentleman and other, good afternoon good evening and good night🧡🦖

[milliesfishes]

Re:writers block- Um either one of the with their like 2 year old daughter😭

OHHHHH MY GOODNESS I LOVE

Billy:

Billy was born to be a girl dad- he’d be so, so doting on her. like you knew when she was born she’d be a daddy’s girl and you were just fine with that because you wanted her to adore him. he’d take her on his horse and she loves it, always asking when daddy’s gonna take her again. he’d come home from work and pick her up and spin her around- you always knew when he was home because you’d hear your daughter’s giggling from the kitchen. he’d come in with your baby on his hip all smiley. “hi mama.”

you’d smile as he gave you a kiss, telling your daughter to give mommy a kiss too. and your sweet little daughter always did, much to your delight.

“Look so pretty,” he’d tell you, bouncing your baby on his hip and looking at her. “Ain’t mama pretty?”

“Pretty!” your daughter would exclaim, waving her little hand at you. she'd been named Charlotte when she was born, but he took one look at her rosy cheeks and said they looked like cherries. and that was what he called her. you loved watching them together, leaning on the porch railing after you were done cleaning up. they’d be in the garden, and she’d show him the flowers she picked and grasped in her chubby fists. it was adorable: Billy and his Cherry.

he'd see you on the porch and wave you over, tugging you down to sit with him, with your knees resting on his thigh, your feet between his legs. Cherry would come over and sit on his leg, showing you the few more flowers she had aquired and pushing them into your hand.

"for me?" you'd smile. "how lovely."

billy'd watch the whole scene with a soft smile on his face, then put his arms around the both of you, his cheek resting on your head, his other hand holding Cherry to his chest. "lookit m' girls," he'd say, kissing your cheek and then the top of Cherry's head. "lucky man, I am."

(President) Coryo:

I think of Coryo as the type of dad who'd absolutely spoil his child, but especially if it was a daughter. you'd worried Coryo would be more absent since the baby wasn't a boy, but you didn't think he could have loved her more than he did. he'd hold her on his lap while he was doing paperwork, bouncing her on his knee and letting her draw little hearts on his proposals.

he'd dress her in pretty things just as he did you, and spoil her with little presents. you always said you were lucky your daughter was so sweet or else she'd be a monster with how he let her get her way.

if you had a difficult birth, Coryo would have been slower to warm up to the baby than you were, at first looking at her as something that nearly killed you. but the minute he held her he was smitten, rocking her back and forth, a smile melting his usual stoic expression. it warmed your heart to see them together. he'd make sure his daughter had every advantage in the world, everything she wanted was at her fingertips.

he always said she looked like you but you thought she was all Coryo, with his pale blonde hair and bright blue eyes. seeing the face of someone you loved in your little daughter only endeared her to you more.

after a long day of work, he'd stand up and stretch, heading into the nursery to see her, the bright spot in his day. sometimes you'd already be in there, standing beside her bed and watching her sleep.

he'd wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder, watching her too.

"has she been asleep long?" he'd ask, kissing the side of your head, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your sleeping baby.

"just a few minutes," you'd say, and he'd bury his nose in your hair, smiling softly.

"she's beautiful, isn't she?" he'd murmur into your hair.

"yes," you'd lean back into him. he said the same thing every time and you loved it. "she is."

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

Hello, sweetheart! I was wondering if you could do Alastor with an overlord reader? I was imagining reader having water based abilities and a blue theme to them! I also imagined the reader being a lot shorter than him (cause he’s like 7 feet tall).Like how would he react to reader being able to summon a tsunami and drowning a bunch of sinners, but being an absolute sweetheart at the same time! Please ignore this if you feel uncomfortable!

~Angel <3

hi angel!!! i can totally do that! thank you for your request and your patience on this!!!

i would love to do this! i’m doing this more in a head cannon/ficlet format, but i may come back to this to make a full fic.

i hope you enjoy!! ☺️

alastor first noticed how short you were. you were tiny

at least to him.

but he’s like 7 feet tall and you kept your human height of 5’2 when you descended to hell.

the second thing that he noticed were you were completely opposite of him

your color palette, your disposition and even the way you spoke were all opposites.

you had a mainly blue color palette. your hair was long and blue, your outfit flowy and not really structured, your eyes were the red that overlords though

you were rumored to be powerful but alastor had never seen any display of your power

you were happy and kind of go lucky, you and charlie were almost like two peas in a pod.

that was until one day, someone threatened the hotel and he wasn’t there.

Idiot sinners who thought they could beat the radio demon

it was the thought that if the radio demon wasn’t there, it would be fine as no one took charlie seriously.

and you wouldn’t let her dirty her hands on these… cretins

The fire balls soared through as they called out for Alastor. Everyone was running around trying to put out the fires and Alastor wasn’t around. He was in Cannibal Town today visiting Rosie. You sighed and closed your eyes. You made your way to the front ignoring the calls of your name and to watch out. You raised your hands and a shield of water surrounded the hotel. You walked out and stared at the sinners.

“Who are you bitch?” One asked. Looking there seemed to be about 30 sinners who made up this party.

“Yeah! Where’s Alastor?” Another asked, raising a molotov cocktail and getting ready to light it.

“Look, gentleman, why don’t you go back to wherever you came from and we can forget this ever happened.” You say, looking at all of them. There’s a beat of silence and then they all start laughing. You look annoyed and the one who seemed to be the leader spat at your feet.

“Like hell, bitch. Be a good girl and get Alastor.” He said laughing again.

“Oh, you’ll wish you got Alastor.” You said, bringing your hands together and then throwing them in a down motion to the ground. Suddenly chains appeared on all of the sinners. Their eyes widened and the leader started to struggle. You smiled as you reached your hand towards him and he flinched thinking you were going to grab him, but then all of a sudden you closed your fist. The group looked at you confused until the water that held them where they were at started to boil.

You raised your left hand up and the boiling water started to encase their legs slowly. You looked at the leader and smiled.

“Wanna make a deal? I’ll end this pain right now, you give me your soul, never come to this hotel again and are at my beck and call whenever I feel like it. You will do anything I ask of you. Do we have a deal?” You grinned as he cried out his confirmation.

You stopped the water from boiling and proceeded to make the same deal with all 30 sinners, they scampered off afterwards and you let down the shield on the hotel. You looked to your left and saw Alastor there, his eyes wide and his grip on his cane tight. Rosie next to him, grinning.

“Oh hey!” You said nonchalantly.

alastor is enamored

you a little thing so sadistic that you get 30 sinners to make a deal with you at once?

he’s not sure if he truly feels threatened or admired you.

rosie adores you

you shock alastor again when another group of sinners come to the hotel and you don’t even walk outside

the only thing heard is a rumbling, a crash and then quiet. everyone looks outside and sees a tsunami drowning a larger group of sinners than before.

everyone looks at you sitting at the bar, complimenting pentious’ drawing and him beaming at your compliments

you were such a sweetheart but you were terrifying

[byeuijoo]

amusement park 𐀔 &team

genre : fluff ⋆ warnings : none? ⋆ word count : 0,9k

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⭒ k

he's the kind of guy who, when he notices you're cold in line for an attraction, will open his coat for you to cuddle up to him for warmth. expect him to place kisses against your forehead and temple, gazing at you with such adoration that the people behind you will watch you with envy. often lures you into hidden corners to steal you a kiss or two, then runs away to avoid you hitting him in embarrassment. he always tries to make you laugh and see you smile, but he also loves to scare you when you're both in the haunted house.

⭒ fuma

makes sure you're not afraid every time. places his hand in front of you on thrill rides, as if to protect you, even if there's a seat belt. do everything in his power to win you a really big plush toy (and to prove to you that he's the best at the same time). he's really your superhero — he guides you around the park like a pro and avoids people pushing you around at all costs. your safety is his top priority.

⭒ nicholas

he's so calm, you're always the one talking and showing him everything that catches your eye around you. he approves and accepts absolutely all your ideas : you want to ride the ghost train three times in a row? no problem. you want to go to the ride with the longest wait? he's already in the queue. leans in to chat with you, your hand always in his, the latter concealed in his coat pocket. at the end of the day, you've spent more time walking around than riding anything, but who cares as long as you're together? (but, all the girls around you are jealous that he only has eyes for you.)

⭒ euijoo

he's such an angel, and you're the one who can't resist him and his pretty smile. he loves doing things with you, and if running around in a crowded amusement park made you happy — then he will follow you to the end of the day, always smiling. but don't worry, he's having fun too, especially when you've bought matching headbands featuring the park's mascot before taking photos together. but his favorite thing to do with you, was the ferris wheel at the beginning of the evening, when the sun begins to set and the sky takes on a rosy hue, and you're snuggled up in his arms, eyes fixed on the same horizon.

⭒ yuma

he absolutely don't want to go, but you ended up convincing him anyway. so at first, he tries to make googly eyes at you to convince you to go back home, but when he realizes he won't be able to change your mind, he decides to put a little more willpower into your date. but you must follow one rule : no thrill rides with him. he's up for the chill rides, the flying chairs and the laser game, but not for rides that go as fast as the speed of light and make him dizzy. in the end, he decides to let you win just to see you smile in victory (or he just sucks but won't admit it).

⭒ jo

if you thought you'd come with jo to the amusement park to ride the rides, you were sorely mistaken. you're here to try out all the sweets and restaurants in the park, one after the other. lucky for him that you like to eat as much as he does — so you don't mind coming to the amusement park to taste the good stuff. nonetheless, you still manage to do a few not-so-sensational attractions — like the little train that circles the park like a guided tour. it's one of your favorite things : eating delicious mochis while observing the surroundings without walking.

⭒ harua

he will acts like a shy child but don't hesitate to do all the attractions with you. at first, he'll be a little reserved, but within an hour, he'll be guiding you through the amusement park and getting you to do exactly what he wants. what he prefers to do is the giant cups spinning at high speed, giving you the impression that the world is spinning around you when you put your foot down again. he always makes sure you're having fun, and if he sees you're not enjoying it, he finds something else to keep you entertained. at the end of the day, he takes you to a nice restaurant where they serve your favorite dishes to thank you for the day.

⭒ taki

he's kinda afraid and didn't want to come in the first place, but when he saw your excited expression, he couldn't resist you. he follows you around the park like a lazy child, walking in slow motion to keep you both as far away as possible to the thrill rides. but he's willing to go to the haunted house with you, promising to protect you even if he's the one who ends up screaming and running away, abandoning you to ghosts and demonic apparitions. but to make up for such a betrayal, he'll always buy you your favorite ice cream, which you'll enjoy while sitting next to each other on one of the many pretty benches.

⭒ maki

too much energy duo : people watch you run around, hand in hand, trying not to get lost, to do as much attraction as possible in as little time as possible. you also battle to prove which of you screams louder in the ghost train and pirate ship. competition is something serious between you two, so much that even the animators of the various attractions take to the game and encourage you both, in their own way. one time, you stood on either side of the pirate ship, challenging the other participants in the attraction to shout along with you, and the one whose side screamed the least, paid the other one a barbapapa. (spoiler alert : your side win.)

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[eveningserenityyy]

Home for The Holidays | Oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x reader

Word Count: 4268

Summary: Upon bringing you back home with him and his family for the holidays, Luke realises that he misses having you all to himself.

A/N: Merry Christmas! Decided to do something for ~slutmas~, and I do hope you enjoy! The editing isn't as heavy with this one, but I really like how it turned out.

Coming home for the holidays is perhaps the best part of college, now able to relax with family and the perfect aesthetic of the christmas season as school is but a small worry in the back of one's mind; meant to be ignored and dealt with at a later time when the tidings end with the 25th.

Luke had brought you home with him to spend this Christmas with his family, all of whom were perfectly amiable and so very welcoming towards you. A response any partner is lucky to receive.

Your friend Han had tagged along too, being Leia’s guest as well. It made for quite the amusing holiday season, for Han was by no means the favourite of the Skywalker patriarch. Anakin, their father, gave him a hard time even for the simple act of breathing; nevertheless, Han made a great effort to impress the man that he hoped would become his father-in-law in the near-ish future.

You got off lucky, more than Han, at least. Anakin was a very protective father, weary of the partners of BOTH his kids. He made that quite clear the first time he had met you, but your advantage was in the fact that you made a far better first impression than Han ever did.

…That particular incident of Han’s misfortunes gets passed around quite a bit, as often as Anakin can mention it at least. No mere words could truly explain the extent to which this first meeting had gone so poorly, for you simply had to be there; all that shall be said is Han offended his mother, broke two chairs, and almost caused the death of the beloved family dog, Artoo, in less than ten minutes.

Furthermore, you found yourself to be having a wonderful time, perfectly fit for the season. Padme was generous with each of you, making sure that you felt welcomed and loved by the family. You baked cookies with her, helped with the tree (the whole family did, really, but you did almost pull a muscle collecting the boxes of ornaments from the basement), and she even took you around town to enjoy the beautiful Christmas lights as you bonded. 

You adored how much she loved both her children, always gushing about her son to you, or showing you terribly embarrassing photos of Luke. Anakin was certainly rough around the edges on the other hand, but you too adored how much he cared about his kids just the same, the only difference being the intensity of it. Yet, despite this you had your moments with the father as well; and at one point had even made him laugh, which is quite the win in your book.

Luke was ecstatic that things, for the most part, were going so great. He absolutely adored and cherished how his family took to you, treating you like one of their own as you fit right in. He hoped many more christmas’ and other such holidays like this were to come, with you by his side each and every time. 

He found himself unable to look away every time you smiled, or laughed at one of his dad’s terrible jokes. He was wholeheartedly in love with you, not at all regretting his bringing you home with him for even one second. This was, in all honesty, the perfect christmas- he had you to thank for making it all the more merry.

He got you under the mistletoe any chance he could, watching your cheeks deepen their rosy tint as you got utterly and completely flustered, especially when a member of his family was close by. 

And when you were helping bake some holiday goods, he always “innocently” made sure to come up from behind you, rubbing against you as he pushed by. At first, it had been a mere accident on his part, but you suspected that it no longer could be when he kept doing it over and over again, leaving you able to feel him growing hard as you put on a poker face. He always came up with little excuses, such as how he forgot a cookie cutter, or needed a glass of water despite the fact that he never actually got one- it made your cheeks ridiculously rosy, constantly blushing every time you felt him against you as his mother asked if you were feeling feverish…

Oh, you were feeling something, but not the kind of feelings you could confide in her about. Ahem. Just imagine what Anakin would think of all the things you wish to do to his son…actually, dont.

He was getting more handsy as the days went by, forgetting that his family is constantly around the corner. He didn't even think about it at times, only driven by the need to touch and hold you close without considering the consequences.

The cons of staying with his family had begun to bother him, never really getting a moment alone with you as of late. As Anakin didn’t like Han, you weren’t even allowed to sleep in the same room- he had to bunk with Han, and you with Leia.

None of you were exactly fond of this, and even Padme fought against it before the horrors of pregnancy and a stagnant college career was planted in her mind. She very much wanted her children to be successful, therefore that was enough to cause her to agree with her husband. 

…okay, there's also the fact that she could understand the uh, the needs her children had…but as long as you’re safe, then for the love of everything keep it out of her house- that was also something she needed to be respected, but would never say when her husband is close by. He just didn't want it. Period. He would rather strangle himself with the tinsel than have such a conversation.

Poor Luke was aching to touch you, missing the privacy you had in a dorm room this past week. He found himself constantly having to hide how hard he was, his pants getting tight every time he even so much as looked at you. It was embarrassing, always sitting with a pillow in his lap when you all huddled together to watch a Christmas classic.

It's just the way he was; easily turned on (By you, specifically- he was head over heels for you, truth be told), and terribly needy for your attention and delicate touch. He had to stop himself from dropping to his knees and begging for you to touch him as he usually would when he got aroused, this not being the time nor the place for that.

You observed how flustered he got himself, how bad he was fighting away the thoughts…and perhaps it was mean, but you couldn’t help but tease him just a little for it. 

It started with brushing a hand against his bulge, or hungrily making out with him in the car before abruptly pulling away as he whined and tried to pull you back into his lap, or kissing his neck in a quiet hallway; which, for the record, you knew quite well would set him off like crazy. Your lips on his throat could have his knees buckling any second, hell- the mere scent of your perfume had him locking himself in a bathroom to stroke the desires away, silencing the noises he couldn’t help but make when he thought of you.

The poor boy was just burning up because of you, so close to fucking you on the family dining table no matter who walked in- okay, i mean…he cared a little about that, but still. Point is that he is so terribly desperate, to the point his brain is heavily fogged and clouded with images of you at all times, images where you adorn the prettiest lingerie as your fingertips trace along his skin, exciting him immensely as he bucks his hips into you…

That's why when he heard the family was going out for some snowmen building competitions, he made damn sure to fool his family into thinking that he was sick, and insisting that you go to the pharmacy and come back whilst his family went without you two.

You genuinely thought he was ill, therefore thought not much of it. Padme was, of course, concerned but relented after Luke argued he didn’t need his mommy to take care of him constantly and that she deserved to go enjoy herself. She laughed, going along with it as she hugged him goodbye.

Han, on the other hand, shot him a look of envy yet said nothing more. He only cared about impressing Anakin, therefore thankfully kept his mouth shut. At this point, there was no room for acting like a little shit- this was, in their horny minds, a time of war. They stood in solidarity with one another.

As soon as you got back and walked through the door, he pounced on you once you’d rid yourself of your winter layers. He pressed you hard against the wall, lips on yours and tongue locked with your own as you let out an involuntary moan at the surprise sensations. The vibrations of your aroused moans were enough to make his erection almost painful.

His grip on you was firm, hands slipping beneath the fabric of your shirt and feeling every inch of your flesh as he so ravenously felt you beneath his finger tips. You were like his perfect little paradise, providing everything he could ever need and love. 

“Luke…luke…” You breathed out, pushing back against him. “You-youre…sick.”

He shook his head, breathing just as heavy as his pupils grew like the grinch’s heart. “I lied, star, I lied, okay? Please, please I need you so bad- will you let me, please?”

Oh, his begging was all you needed to hear. He pleads to have you melted your heart, and you just wanted to wrap him up with a pretty red bow like the cutest christmas present one could ask for. You felt your lips curve into a smile as you nodded, giving him the very answer he desired as you violently tugged you upstairs and to his childhood bedroom. 

He couldn't wait a second longer as he shut the door behind himself, violently slamming shut as he immediately began to unbuckle his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor as he tugged his christmas sweater over his head, messing with the golden brown locks on his head. You loved how he had seemed so pristine one moment with his hair neat and brushed back, to messy and ravenous the very next. 

His hands were on you without you getting a second more to undress yourself, almost ripping your blouse from your body as he then pushed you onto his bed, allowing giggles to slip from between your lips as he tugged the pants off from your legs.

There was so much he wanted to do to you, but so little time, it was almost unfair. He couldn’t spend all the time in the world admiring you as he usually would, needing to be quick with you instead- he loved to kiss every inch of your flesh, playing with your breasts and eating you out for hours before he could even think of being inside of you.

Shivers ran throughout your skin as you gazed at him, watching as his eyes were glossed with love and lust as he looked over you, noticing how your bra and panties matched; a bright red bow on the front of your panties that made him feel like he was about to unwrap the best christmas present ever received by man. He could feel himself throbbing, craving nothing more than to be inside you while you moan for him.

Yet you had other plans, immediately sitting up and tugging at the waistband of his boxers. You couldn’t take the sight of him like this much longer, knowing how bad he needed to be touched. His eyes said it all, and the way his mouth hung open when he looked at you. “Did I do this to you? Oh Luke…let me make it better, hm?”

“Please…” It was as if that was all he could say, all he knew as he begged and begged again. His lips were in a perfect pout, and you would have kissed them if it wasn’t for the idea of placing them somewhere more useful.

He wanted to treat you, but the feeling of you tugging the fabric that felt so tight against his cock broke him completely. He felt like a mess, and he certainly was; but a beautiful one in your eyes. 

In a second his boxers were wrapped around his ankles as your hand came to grip the base of his cock, hard and ready for you as precum leaked from the rosy tip. He was sure he might just cum right there, already letting out a strangled hum of a moan the moment you touched him.

You gave him a few pumps, nice and slow as you felt the pulsing of his veins against your palm, every inch of him begging for more. You thus ran up and along to caress his tip, a whimper falling from his lips as he pouted all over again. He was so sweet, sweet and pretty as he surrendered to you.

“-Need your mouth, oh star…please. It feels so good…” His voice was shaky, needing you more than anything right now. You couldn’t believe the state that had overcome him in only a week of being denied you. 

You adored how he begged for you like this, feeling so wanted and as if you held so much power over him all at once. You could feel the arousal pooling in your panties as you listened to the noises he revealed all because of you.

You licked a stripe up his length before you pressed your lips to the tip, placing a gentle kiss as he shivered under your touch. You couldn’t just let him wait any longer when he needed you so badly, feeling terrible for torturing him in a season so full of love and giving. 

You wrapped your lips around his head, pursing your lips to gently suck the sensitive pink head as he whimpered, fighting off the urge to thrust into your perfect mouth. Your eyes met his own as your lashes framed them so beautifully, and he thought you to appear so delicate as you pleased him like this.

As you took more of him into the velvety warmth of your wet mouth, caressing the length of his cock with your tongue and suctioning your cheeks to suck him off better as you gave a light bop of your head, he was already so very close to drifting off into ecstasy. Every stroke of your tongue had him moaning your name, craving more as his hands slipped into your hair and began to grip either side of your head, carefully guiding you to take him further until tears brimmed your eyes due to his head thrusting against the back of your throat; his mouth hung open as unintelligible noises symphonized from within him, unravelling into a true mess of a man.

He had no time to warn you as the waves of pleasure were released upon him, causing his legs to shake rather violently as he came in your mouth. Fortunately, you already found yourself quite familiar with the telltale signs, having felt the coming of his orgasm as you happily swallowed what he gave you. You took great pride in making him feel so good, such raw pleasure- you enjoyed when he lost himself in it just a little, his grip becoming firmer in time as a desire for more was spoken through moans, knowing it was okay to do so with you.

He was panting as you pulled back, his cock still hard with arousal and need as you looked up at him with the sweetest glossy eyes. You were highly aroused yourself, almost considering grinding into the mattress beneath you as you watched him calm down from the high you’d caused. He thus dropped down next to you at the edge of the bed, looking at you with nothing but love and affection, a hand on your cheek. “I’m- i’m sorry…I didn’t…didn’t mean to do that so soon.”

You placed a hand on his thigh, caressing it as he sighed so heavenly. “Don’t be sorry when you know I like making you feel good too.”

“C’mere…” He murmured, placing his fingers upon your chin as he guided you towards him, pulling you onto his lap as you gave a light gasp at the surprise of it.

He pressed a kiss to your lips that was so sweet and perfectly gentle for the few moments in which it lasted, still breathless as he so suddenly turned the two of you around in order for you to be on your back beneath him and he above you. He grinded himself against your dripping cunt, causing you to moan aloud as his pupils grew again. “Need to be inside you, pretty star…will you let me fuck you?”

The request itself melted you into a little muddle, nodding aggressively to encourage him as a smile tugged at your lips. “I’ve wanted that since we got here.”

You both chuckled, faces pink with lust as he stopped himself from ripping your panties off, instead tracing a finger over the rim in adoration before gently prying them off your legs. It felt like he was unwrapping a perfect present, just as he suspected. He noticed how wet they were, the slick of your arousal dripping from between your thighs as he removed them. 

He lined himself up between your legs, caressing your waist as he did so. He slid his tip through your slit, rubbing up against your cit as you found yourself to be the one whining this time, wanting more of him- needing more.

It wasn’t solely Luke who had been desperate. Both of you had deeply yearned for each other, already quite unable to keep your hands off of each other for more than a day as it is- and even that is impressive.

Neither one of you had time for teasing, that being quite clear as his head penetrated your entrance, causing both of you to moan in unison as he buried himself inside of you after having dreamt of it for what felt like so terribly long. His cock dragged along your walls as he drifted further inside you with ease due to the pool of arousal that he’d been the reason for.

A great fog clouded your mind as he was finally buried as far as he could go, filling you to the brim as he took this moment to relax and catch up to his very much needed breaths. He was so wound up from the past week, so eager to please both you and himself that he forgot he needed to breathe too.

You gripped the toned muscles of his upper arms, keeping him close as you pulled him flush against you. Him now acting almost as a weighted blanket. “Stay like this for a minute for me, if that's okay.”

“Yeah, yeah…” He nodded, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck as you enjoyed the feeling of him inside of you, a feeling you had missed. He could barely speak when he was revelling in the feeling of you squeezing his cock.

“I love your family but…maker…it's so hard.” As you confessed, it did not take much time for you to realise how that sounded, beginning to giggle as he did just the same.

“I mean-”

“I know, I know what you mean.” He had the cutest grin on his face as he lifted himself up just enough to press another kiss to the tip of your nose, resting his arm next to your head as he swiped a piece of hair away from your face. “I missed having you all to myself.”

He felt you clench around him as he spoke such words, holding back a grunt as he was reminded of the effect he has on you when he's being so sweet on you. “Then fuck me before they get home, hm?”

That was your signal for him to pry himself off of your chest, of which he did quite swiftly as his hands flew to your waist, holding you down firmly with care. He began to pull out, feeling the warmth of your walls around him as he pushed himself back, starting slow and steady before warming up to more.

Immediately did you throw your head back against the mattress, a muffled moan struggling to sneak past your lips as your brows furrowed together. He never took his eyes off of your face, enjoying how he affected you with just one thrust inside your cunt. You were too deprived to be less affected. 

It's funny how he was supposed to be the needy one, yet here you are, impaled on his cock as desire fills your head.

Although, it does indeed affect him just as much. His previous pleads with you for pleasure are now happily satisfied by more moans of his own as his cock drifts in and out of your pussy, picking up the pace with every thrust he takes each one faster than the last. Soon enough, he finds himself snapping his hips into your own, his thighs beginning to shake as he tries his best not to cum yet; his lips are in a pout as he finds himself whimpering all over again, denying himself to make sure you get to cum before him.

You're writhing beneath him, the head of his cock pounding into you at the perfect angle as his name passes your lips over and over again. You can feel the heat build within you as your walls clench around him, looking up to catch a glimpse of him when your eyes capture him mid moan, his lips quivering and all. 

“C-cum with me, honey…” You bring a hand to his face, pulling him down towards you as you connect with his lips. The kiss is sloppy and open mouthed as he nods, each of you erupting with sounds of pleasure as the floodgates of ecstasy begin to unleash itself.

At once, do your orgasms hit in unison, feeling his cum fill you up in strings as the warmth coats itself inside you. Your lips meet his neck as he lurches upwards on account of his release, still pounding his cock into you until the waves come to a calm halt.

You wrap your arms around him as he collapses over you, panting as one after such a climax. It takes a moment for either one of you to say anything, for you find yourselves content with the comforting silence, your breaths the only thing to be heard at this moment in time.

You love these moments, the intimacy together; whether that be before, after, or during. You like to listen to the change of his breaths, wondering what he may be thinking as he calms himself down from the high each of you were just on. 

And he likes to do just the same, of course. He could never have this with anyone else, nothing so special as what he has with you, and those breaths of which stem from a session of love making remind him of how absolutely lucky he is to have found you.

Finally, when you do eventually speak, it's to make a joke as your hot breath hits his flesh. “One hell of a christmas present.”

He snorts, feeling his lips curve against the flesh of your neck as you say it. He only then stands up, pulling out of you as his release leaks out of you and onto the fabric of the bed. With that, he pulls you up and into his arms and onto your feet before him, holding your chin with his fingertips. “You’re already mine.”

You blush, shaking your head as you attempt to hide in his chest. Of course, only Luke could make things romantic when you have his cum dripping down your legs. 

You thus chuckle a moment later, finding peace in a moment such as this once again, despite the fact that your legs may give out any second now. You pull yourself back to look at him, taking his hands in your own as you press a gentle and warm kiss to his knuckles. “I love you, Luke. Your family, just…everything.”

“I love you too.” He says back, your words remaining in the back of his mind as he pictures you as a permanent member to the Skywalker clan. “Now come on, we should get cleaned up before my parents come back- i’ll never hear the end of it if they, you know…”

You hold back from commenting on how such a sight would cause Anakin to replace all the presents with coal, knowing it would cause Luke to cringe at the very thought. 

Once each of you are showered and dressed, now safely wrapped within blankets in each other's arms with hot cocoa and a steady fire, you truly do think it to be one of the best christmas’ you've ever had.

You kiss his cheek, causing him to erupt with butterflies in the same way he did when you each had your first kiss. “Merry Christmas, Luke.”

“Merry Christmas, starlight.”

[regretisstoredintheme]

Turtle Blush + Hand-holding

A/n: more brainrot?? More brainrot. I love making headcanons on different ways characters blush, it’s my favorite thing ok???? And the turtles are my hyperfixation at the moment… I just can’t stop thinking abt how they would hold your hand bc they’ve got 3 fingers instead of 5!!! there are complications!!!!! Also I wanted to draw blushy turtles so yeah.

— headcanons under the cut —

BLUSH!!

Most to least amount:

Raph

Donnie

Leo

Mikey

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Raph:

How he blushes

This boy will sometimes go full face red, but most of the time it’s all in his cheeks. They go rosy red all the time and his shoulders will blush too. IK IT LOOKS LIKE I PUT SOME ON HIS PLASTRON BUT I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO??? 😭😭 when he blushes he absolutely can not look you in the eye, he’s mumbling, stuttering, doing calculations of how to get out of the situation, (kinda like he did when locking up Ms. cuddles) and will start to back up if you get closer. Yk his lil nervous laugh? His lil “hAhAAHH..”? That’s his go-to reaction if you say anything about his actions (which you’re bound to) or if you brush your hand on his arm.

Why he blushes

It’s pretty easy to get Raph to blush, he just feels so lucky to be with you and the surprise that you love him too doesn’t fade too fast through your relationship. In like the first 6 months he’s like this, so when you give him a kiss on the cheek he’s an absolute MESS. And Mind Raph makes sure he knows it, feeling horribly embarrassed about his stuttering. This also goes on for a while before that insecurity calms down, allowing him to feel more comfortable in his own shell.

When he’s more comfy, even then he’s easy to fluster. If you catch him staring at you, he’s already embarrassed. He’s looking away with a slight blush, avoiding you— but if your gaze is steady, still staring at him - now he’s real flustered. Laugh playfully and he just might explode.

He likes to cradle you in his arms, he’s always wanted to be a protector and you put him at peace. He feels pure serenity when you’re near, and he adores cuddles. However, when you ask him for snuggles— he’s burning up, stammering through trying to say “I’d love to” , “my pleasure” , and “yes please” at the same time. “My yes… eh— pleased to— wait- yes the please.. my love to!! Oh god..” (he’s face palming fr.) Although, when you finally get situated— with his racing heart, he’s wide awake. He isn’t going to sleep until he can stop focusing on your face snuggling into his plastron, acting as a ball of warm sunshine to drown out his sleepiness.

Spoiler Alert: he pretty much just waits for you to fall asleep first.

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Donnie:

How he blushes

Donnie feels like the type to have a nose blush— and also I dunno why but I could see his shell blushing??? Even if only at the edges, It just seems so canon to me. His fingers go pink when he’s nervous, but those aren’t exactly a giveaway because they also freeze when he’s cold. He feels his mouth go dry when he blushes, thats how he knows he’s turning red, so he starts fiddling with the edge of his purple mask, trying to act natural while he pulls it down further over his blushing snout.

In this state, he’s really overstimulated, even the slightest chair creek would prick his nerves, so if you give him any attempt at physical contact he’s either short circuiting or smacking you away, unable to process the feeling. (It’s mostly the latter) ESPECIALLY IF ITS A NOSE KISS!!! He usually melts into your hands, but if he’s overstimmed, he will not hesitate to ATTACC.

He apologizes after, embarrassed that he bat you away.

Why he blushes

Easy, you outsmarted him. He’ll be throwing on his emotionally unavailable bad boy image, strutting his stuff, bantering with you — and then you will throw in a flirty comment that makes him have to just process for a minute. Usually he can bounce back, but if it’s something reaally flirty, then he’s just like 😀 … FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES HFJDHDJEB GIVE HIM A SECOND HE’LL FIND A COMEBACK

After he does so, he gives a small smirk, kinda proud that you were able to stun THE Donatello, smartest, bravest, most courageous turtle of all time— if only momentarily. “You won for once..” he marvels, “huh— I’m impressed.”

Also you doing something really cute, like doing an equation wrong but looking at him with absolute glee at getting through it— waiting for his approval. he is LOSING. HIS. M I N D. He’s trying not to squeal because “LOOK AT MY PARTNER. LOOK. LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK AAAAAA OH MY GOD” but the last thing he wants to do is flaunt the way Leo of all people does— he’s more civil than that. (Imagine how a badass villain shows off their partner.) if anyone says anything about “pff what an idiot” when you’re doing something he thinks is absolutely adorable— he is pulling out his disposal unit immediately. He considers it the highest offense when someone insults his intelligence, so the same goes for his partner.

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Leo:

How he blushes

Leo doesn’t really blush in his face, no— the red marks on his face will occasionally glow with heat, but the real place he blushes is his neck. It goes beet red and he’s trying to cover it up because he’s embarrassed. Not only does he blush, but his hands get real clammy, and he’s constantly trying to pretend they’re not. He WILL avoid holding your hand if you’ve made him flustered. if you’re insistent on it, he’s wiping his hands on a shirt he’s wearing or tries to play it off that he was exercising.

Why he blushes

It is really hard to fluster THE Neon Leon. He may melt into your warm hands or blush a little when you’re being cute— he’s definitely capable of being soft, HOWEVER!!! As someone who is so bent on keeping up a carefree persona, it would take a lot to get under his skin. Mikey says so himself in the Lair Games, “nothing gets to Leo.”

He panics when a one-liner doesn’t work. He’ll make a few more with complete confidence, but If you don’t like his flirting, he’s shifting on his feet, rubbing his neck, and slowly backing himself up into a corner. He has a similar reaction when you catch him in a lie, he panics— but he brushes it off with somewhat ease. You’d have to try really hard to get him flustered. Such as, well— He likes the little things about people, because he likes to figure people out, and he’s got a soft spot for you, so say… a blue flower in your hair, formal wear, having that edge of confidence, staying in close proximity while holding onto his arm and gently sprinkling in praise to the conversation…

His brain is frying, slowly but surely!! Be prepared for a jumpy and stuttering Leo.

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Mikey:

How he blushes

Contrary to popular belief, I don’t think Mikey would visibly blush. Sure he gets that lil buzz in his cheeks and they feel warm when he’s flattered— but they don’t go red. Out of all his brothers, since he’s the smallest, I feel like he’s the most cold-blooded. and due to this, he doesn’t have much blood rush to his face, and he’s got the COLDEST FUCKING HANDS YOU EVER DID SEE. How those hands threw a skyscraper we will never know— but they are only warm when he’s cooking something bc of the heat from the oven.

(SIDE NOTE— HE NEVER??? BURNS HIMSELF??? Doesn’t matter if he scrapes the side of the hot ass cookie sheet he’ll just go “ow?” Check it, and be like “we’re good :)” DRAXUM MADE THEM FOR WAR AND HE’S OVER HERE LIKE “hehe I almost burned myself oopsie”)

Why he blushes:

I’m sorry sweetie, but you can’t fluster Mikey. The most you will get is flattery, and he feigns shyness because he’s a lil shit. He will unabashedly laugh and giggle when you do something cute and is the most clingy lil shit to ever exist. He will rant about all the reasons he loves you for hours, just because he can’t hold in the excitement. If you get embarrassed by it, that’s just a bonus for him!! He’s cooing over you and hugging you tight, swaying back and forth gently.

You’re beginning to wonder if he can feel embarrassment at all— you’ve tried everything. He’s just happy to be with you no matter what, and you are the only thing that could make him sit still for more than 5 minutes. So no, sorry, Mikey doesn’t get flustered ♡

The only way he would actually get flustered is if you lied about something to make him look stupid. Then he’s tearing up, betrayal in his eyes as he tries to explain in a panic. But you would never do that to him, right? .. right?

—

Hand holding!!

Coldest to warmest hands:

Mikey

Leo

Donnie

Raph

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Raphie:

Idc how big you think your hands are, Raph’s hands ENGULF yours. If you hold onto just one finger he will probably combust on the spot. He just thinks it’s so sweet!! Will probably baby you if you do that. His hands are a gentle lukewarm, but don’t seem to drop colder. It’s really nice during the summer months since neither of you have to worry about being all hot and sweaty. He squeezes your hand when he’s nervous, if you pet his knuckles he will melt into your grasp once more. IF YOUVE GOT FRECKLES/BIRTHMARKS ON YOUR HANDS, HE WILL KISS THEM!!!! THAT IS A THREAT!!!! He does it because he thinks they’re pretty— If you get all blushy then he’s backing up, a familiar rose dusting his cheeks. He didn’t realize it was a big deal, he was just appreciating them!!

He holds your hand often, it lets him know you’re safe and that he doesn’t have to worry as much. As someone with horrible object permanence, holding your hand is a great way for him to know where you are— especially since he feels ‘too big’ and doesn’t want to bump into you. He worries about his spikes, so when he knows you’re right by his side, he can relax a little. If you’re in a crowd, he does the mom thing where he holds your hand so you don’t get lost— losing sight of you kicks off his fear of being alone, so there is no way he is letting you get lost in the crowd.

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Dondon:

Donnie isn’t a fan of hand holding. He’ll take a hug and will hold you in his lap but he doesn’t usually find himself with his hand in yours. It’s quite overstimulating at times, so when he does, it’s mostly because he’s trying to guide you somewhere or apologize for something. He gently grasps your wrist, his thumb sometimes rubbing in small circles.

Most of the reason he doesn’t hold your hand dead-on is because of the temperature difference. If your hands are warm he doesn’t like the sweat and if your hands are cold— well he’s cold blooded of course he wouldn’t like it 😭😭 Your wrist is the perfect temp in his opinion, and nothing will stop him from taking advantage of that. (ESPECIALLY IF YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE IS PHYSICAL TOUCH!!! He does it to tell you he loves you, even if he can’t say it aloud.) he rarely holds your hand unprompted, unless he did something stupid or was hyperfixating for so long that you got bored and left his lab. When you leave he can tell, getting upset that he can’t feel your presence anymore. “Dove?” He’ll turn in his chair, trudging out of his room at realizing you disappeared. He grabs your wrist gently, his head on your shoulder as he sulks— silently begging you to return.

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Mikester:

It doesn’t matter how he does it, he’s intertwining his fingers with yours. He doesn’t care if it feels uncomfortable, but if you do, he just gently cups your hand with his. Randomly when holding your hand he’ll pulse his grip in little patterns— sometimes it’s to the song in his head, other times it’s just on the fly. If you copy his rhythm, you’ll quickly find yourself in a memory game where you have to match the beat— the terrapin slowly making it harder to remember. Every time you pass a ‘level’, he gives you a quick peck on the cheek!

He loves to hold your hand, no matter how cold yours are, his is always colder— so he adores the warmth!! If you complain about his cold hands, he’s giving a mischievous smirk, and suddenly you find yourself constantly defending from his devilish torment. You can’t escape him now, every time you go up to him for a hug or snuggle, his cold hands sneak up to your neck, freezing you instantly. He laughs like a little boy with his first balloon every time it happens, apologizing sweetly before going to freeze you again. HE HAS A KILLER DEATH GRIP, DON’T TELL ME HE DOESN‘T. If you try to let go of his hand he grabs it back and looks at you with an evil cheeky smile, whatever you had to do with that hand you’ll just have to do while he’s holding it.

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Leoser:

May or may not have gotten some inspiration from @pianocat939 BUT ANYWAYSSSS

Leo likes to pet your knuckles when he holds your hand, as well as give it a chaste kiss whenever he feels like it. He definitely does the prince thing where he gets on one knee, it makes him feel so gentlemanly and if you laugh that is a huge bonus. He is more of a hug-person, wanting to be close to you at all times, but he will hold your hand a lot more often if you don’t like PDA. HE DEFINITELY SWINGS HIS ARMS WHILE YOU HOLD HANDS DON’T TELL ME HE DOESN’T.

He splits your four fingers in half when he holds your hand, mostly so it’s more comfortable for the both of you. He whines if you let go of his hand, even if it’s something small like an itch on your face. He pretends his hand is floating away when you let it go, chuckling if you panic and grab it back/being dramatic and holding a ‘funeral’ for his hand if you let it ‘die’. His hands get calloused from holding his sword all day, but he does manicure them, so texture depends whether he’s done them recently. He thinks your hands are the softest thing ever, and constantly asks for your ‘routine.’ HE WILL PAINT YOUR NAILS!!! refuses to paint them anything but shades of blue, saying you’ll have to find someone else if you want to betray him anything different.

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A/N: THIS . THIS IS THE REASON I HAVE BEEN SO HELD BACK WITH REQUESTS. THIS MF!!!!!! >:((((

Nah I’m just playing I loved writing it and I promise I’ll get back on track now ♡

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Killing Games | Vox x Alastor’s Child Reader— OATSH

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Vox gets drunk and asks some questions, gets some answers and more questions.

Sometimes, Vox let his mind wander. That was more prevalent when he was drunk. Which is precisely why it was a bad idea for him to drink when he was in public, much less at an overlord party with his wife and Alastor, both notorious for being able to hold their liquor.

He was leaned slightly so his arm was around your shoulder but with that came most of his body weight. His free hand was trailing your blackened nails. Absolutely fascinated with the soft gradient and how the silver of your ring contrasted it.

He loved your sharp claws. He adored them and the softness with which they touched him with. Leaving nothing but small tingles along his skin. While also being capable of tearing through the flesh of others. He’d seen them dripping with blood many times and it was so beautiful.

“Have you ever thought,” he began idly, unknowingly cutting a conversation between you and Alastor short, “of killing me?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

You and Alastor both answered at the same time.

Vox whipped his head up immediately. He’d expected the answer from Alastor, but you? The two of you were married. He slept by you at night and you’d thought of killing him?

“You’ve wanted to kill me?” Vox asked you.

“Yes, often,” Alastor answered instead.

You amended Vox’s question, “No, I’ve thought of killing you, darling. I don’t plan on actually doing it. It wouldn’t be worth the hassle or the clean up. I’d also miss you too much for it to be a worthwhile effort.”

“But you’ve thought of it?”

“Don’t think you’re special,” you told him. “I’ve thought of killing most everyone I’ve ever met. It’s a passing thought.”

“Really? I commonly dwell on the idea,” Alastor said.

“Well, you’re not the one who married him so that’s not a true concern for you, is it?”

“It’s a concern for me,” Vox said.

“Yes, well, we have a deal,” you told Vox. “Should the time ever come where you do something irredeemable, it’ll be a team effort to kill your so really, you don’t.”

“You’ve discussed killing me?”

“I’ve wanted to kill you since the moment we’ve met,” Alastor said. “Luckily for you, I hold my child’s opinion in high regard and haven’t.”

“How lucky for us,” you said a bit sarcastically.

Vox’s hand holding yours tightened. “I feel like I’m in danger right now.”

You patted his hand. “You’re completely safe, I assure you.”

“Yeah, completely safe with two murderers.”

“What a fascinating thing,” Alastor said as he leaned on his hand, closer to Vox. “You were completely comfortable with the idea until the moment it was confirmed we’d thought of killing you.”

“Yeah, because there’s a difference between knowing you’d both killed people for breaking moral codes versus knowing you’ve both thought of killing me when I haven’t broken it,” Vox said.

“Debatable,” Alastor said.

You didn’t hesitate ripping the microphone Alastor had been letting bounce from hand to hand from him. You then proceeded to hit him with it. Alastor’s ears flicked back and he scowled at you, baring his teeth and gums. The microphone dissipated from your hands and into shadow.

“Again, I’ve thought of killing most people I’ve met,” you told Vox, like it was supposed to be reassuring.

“Starlight?”

“Yes.”

“She’s one of your favorite people,” Vox said.

“And it would be an awful tragedy to lose her,” you told him and it would, on more grounds than just the fact that she was your assistant.

“Rosie?”

“It’s a bit of a game between the three of us to try to kill one another actually,” you said.

“Ah, yes, you did get very close last time. Rosie’s got absolutely delectable calves. You did a very wondrous job with that meal preparation,” Alastor said.

“Thanks, daddy,” you said with what looked like genuine appreciation for the compliment.

“That’s why Rosie was in a wheelchair for a month?!” Vox asked, yelled really causing multiple heads (including Rosie’s own) to turn to your table.

“Do be aware of your volume,” Alastor said, “but yes. I don’t say it often but I was very proud.”

“Wait, the three of you,” Vox said gesturing between the two of you with his hand that was hanging off your shoulder. “The three of you have made it a game to kill each other.”

“That was established,” Alastor said.

“So you’ve thought of killing each other?”

“And attempted it as a passing game,” you said. “Every time we eat something the other makes there’s a chance it’ll be poisoned. Those times I’ve gotten sick after seeing daddy, those were all because he’d poisoned the food.”

“You’ve poisoned your child?!”

“Volume,” you said before you reached for the dial at the side of his face and turned it down several notches. “But don’t worry, I was the one who poisoned him first.”

“And what an excellent job at that you did!” Alastor praised. “I was incapacitated for two and a half days. A true feat!”

Vox’s face briefly glitched out before coming back on. “Normal people don’t think about much less try to lull people they like much less their family.”

“Really?” You looked over at Alastor and then back at Vox. “So, the depictions in media of children hating their parents is over exaggerated?”

“Yes!”

“Huh,” Alastor said, “fascinating. I thought it was far more common but I suppose I only had your experience and my own to compare. How interesting.”

“What family did I marry into?” Vox asked as he downed your glass in one go.

“You should have known better,” you told him with a soft smile.

Later that night, the two of you were in bed. You were on Vox’s chest. Your claws drawing up and down his exposed chest.

“How would you kill me?” Vox asked.

You laughed softly, breath brushing against his skin. “Still on this?”

“Humor me.”

You were silent for a moment, just listening to his heartbeat.

“The thought of living without you hurts too much for me to entertain the idea for long,” you said. “The idea normally comes to me quick and sudden and leaves just as fast. Sometimes I’ll be making dinner and think of slipping something in your drink. Other times it’s the knife. How easy it would be to turn around and drag it from your belly button to your collarbone—“ your claw moved down the path— “Right now it’d be so easy to choke—“ your hand went up to his neck and squeezed— “you to sleep.”

Your grip loosened and you placed your head back on his chest.

“But I can’t,” you said. “I can think about it but I can’t do it. I’d miss you too much.”

When you were asleep, Vox stayed awake. His hands ran through the fur of your tail and scratched at the base of it.

He had a lot to think about. The game of death. The fact that you’d thought of killing him. That the main think that stopped you was your affection for you.

Why was he so horny?

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[randomquadballpun]

DAY 9 (attempt no 3)

John did not have a shift scheduled this Wednesday so after dropping off Rosie at school he took a detour over to a local farmers market before lunch to collect some fresh groceries and enjoy the mild September weather.

When he returned to Baker Street with his haul of apples, potatoes, radishes and fennel, he found Sherlock sitting crosslegged on the living room carpet surrounded by a halo of little screws, wires and other electrical parts. If that was not worrying enough on its own, then there still was the object at the centre of Sherlocks current efforts.

"Wait, is that our water kettle?"

The sad electric kettle sat right in front of the detective on the floor and seemed to be partially dismantled at the moment, with Sherlock poking at different parts of it with a dubious expression and only reluctantly raising his gaze at Johns exclamation.

"Obviously!"

"Why?"

"Something keeps going wrong with Watsons and my experiment. I investigated a few possible causes and observed that the heating plate that I used for my waterbath showed quite significant fluctuations in temperature when tracked over time. So my current reasoning is, that we might have killed the bacteria by heating them too much and that's why the experiment failed so far."

John stared down at him slack-jawed. "All of this is still about the experiment that you are doing with Rosie?"

That earned him an indignant look. "Of course! I am not going to teach her that she should just give up as soon as science gets a little bit tough. Repeating and tweaking your experiments is a fundamental part of scientific discovery! We are going to get to the bottom of this."

"So what did our kettle do to deserve this faith?"

"I am trying to get it hooked up to my contact thermometer and then use it to maintain my 42°C waterbath instead. I found someone on ResearchGate.net who did something similar when their heating block failed."

There was no use arguing with Sherlock whenever he got into this kind of singleminded focus so John decided to let him be for now.

Instead, he took care of his groceries and began preparing a cuppa for himself. He would need some tea to deal with this nonsense. It took him almost a minute of standing in front of the spot on the counter that usually housed the water kettle to realise that there was something vital missing. He groaned.

"I am sure Mrs Hudson will let us borrow her kettle for now", Sherlock noted distractedly. "If you go down now, could you bring me a cup as well?"

John shook his head in disbelief but eventually and with much grumbling he got out a second cup and stomped back into the living room, narrowly swerving around a collection of tiny screws that were almost impossible to spot on the colourful carpet.

"You are lucky that you are cute."

That stopped Sherlock in his tracks and had him staring up at John with absolute disgruntlement.

"Baby animals are cute. Most dogs are cute regardless of their age. Rosie is the rare exception of a human being genuinely cute."

"Yes, and your point is?"

"I. Am. Not. Cute!"

"Oh yes, you are adorable." John dropped a fleeting kiss onto the other mans dishevelled curls before moving towards the stairs for some well-deserved tea and 10 minutes of relative sanity in the sanctuary of Mrs Hudsons kitchen.

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Troubleshooting, part 6/?

-> No Rosie this time round, but she will of course make an appearance again for the next parts. No water kettles were harmed in the writing of this chapter. I am fairly certain that what Sherlock is doing here is pretty impossible, but I am not going to let that stop me!

-> The next snippet can be read here!

-> Start reading right at DAY 0 or read the previous part here.

[jaylienpotter]

4th October (late again oops) @prongsfoot-microfic prompt "illustrate"

Dog walk

Padfoot is a great dog. James found him abandoned in the streets several years ago and took him in. The big black German Shepherd became a very good friend, they went on morning runs every day and on walks together at the park every weekend.

"Who's a good boy? Pads, fetch!" He ran after the stick yet dropped it and left the other way. "Padfoot! Padfoot come here, boy!"

Potter sighed and went after his pet, who was bothering a stranger. "There you are! I'm so sorry, he's very social."

"Oh, no worries, mate! I like dogs." The two blokes locked eyes, recognising each other. "Oh! Potter Jr."

"Oh, hi! It's James. You're... Sirius, is it?" The question was purely out of respect. He remembered his name. In fact, he thought about him that absolutely gorgeous man since he showed up to the family's pottery class a week before.

"One and only! And who's this good boy?"

"That's Padfoot. Or Pads." Pale hands met black fur and only then did Jamie see the bloke had been drawing, his fingertips grey with coal. "You draw?"

"Oh, yeah. It's my passion. I was just sketching though. It's nothing special."

"Do you mind...?" He pointed at the sketchbook, wanting to see the drawings.

"Yeah, sure." He flipped through the pages, looking at the details of the faces of what he assumed were portraits of strangers.

He admired the coal landscapes, the depth in a single page, while keeping some key details. He skimmed through the several studies of specific things such as hands, eyes (that always looked sad), poses...

"If these are sketches, mate... Then I can't even imagine what your actual art must look like. They're bloody brilliant!"

"Oh, thanks..." Pale cheeks turned rosy and the default smirk became more shy. It was adorable, really.

"You want to be a painter or somethin'?" He gave him back the black notebook.

"An illustrator and/or animator. I also work digitally."

"Do you have any social media page?" Is it too on the nose to ask this?

"Yeah! Starsirius_art on Instagram." James took his phone and followed, smiling at the screen.

"Brill. We have to go but uh... I'll be sure to check your page!"

"Thanks, mate. See ya around. And goodbye Pads!" Padfoot seemed to like him, that makes two of us, barking while wiggling his tail. He went as far as licking the beautiful man. Lucky bastard.

[newtabfics]

Could I ask for a drabble with drunk Astarion? It was adorable how he got drunk from a bear. I wonder what would he do if he got even more drunk later in the story? What would do his female Tav, would she make fun of him or get drunk too? Thank you in advance!

In my personal headcanon: Absolutely would get teased for it. But I'm feeling a type of way today :3

Basically, they're all at an inn for this.

Below cut for scrolling

Triggers for I guess drinking, mild angst. basically going into astarion's thoughts and fears about not being a sexual being.

His stumbling into her arms made her sigh as she helped him to his room. "You're drunk again. What happened?"

"Some...guy...he was drunk first," Astarion slurred, leaning into her. He nuzzled against her hair and gently pressed a kiss behind her ear. "Gods, you're so sweet to me. Makes me love you so much."

Her cheeks warmed at his words as she helped him to his room. They were lucky they could afford separate rooms. After the camping, it felt needed for everyone.

Though, as she helped him into his room and gripped her hips, she felt that desire building again. "You're drunk, Star," she said gently, guiding him to his bed.

"You're drunk, Darling," He giggled out as she helped him sit. "Ooh. Gonna take advantage of me?" He joked. His eyes flickered a slight as a panic rose in his chest.

Tav smiled gently and knelt down, carefully removing his boots. "Let's get these off," She said softly.

He watched her through rosy vision. It was startling. She was so careful with him, not letting her touch linger too long. He could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted to be intimate with him again...

"Do you hate me?" He mumbled out.

"No, Astarion," She said firmly as she set his boots aside before reaching up and helping him out of the padded overcoat. "Let's get this off. You can't sleep in armor. You'll be fussy in the morning."

Astarion felt his throat tighten as he reached up and touched her hand. He couldn't grasp it still. She was so careful. Her hands stopped, letting him do what he needed. It was like she refused. to move now without his permission.

"Why...not?" he asked softly. "You could...whatever you wanted."

Tav looked up at him from her kneeling position as she gently took his hands into hers as she rested them on his thighs. "Because you keep asking that," She said. "Astarion..." She blushed a slight. "You mean so much to me. You're the first to...to really look at me. And you didn't have to. You said you wanted us to be real. I want us to be real too."

His heart fluttered when she gave a gentle kiss to his knuckles before resting her forehead against them. "I'm not going to do anything, because that's not what you need. and I think you know that too, My Shining Star."

Astarion's face went red at the nickname. "W-Why do you keep calling me that?"

Tav smiled and shook her head. "No particular reason," She giggled.

"What? But I wanna know," he whined.

Tav's soft laugh made his heart melt as she carefully got off the overcoat, leaving him in his loose shirt and pants. He gulped and looked at her, eyes flickering with anxiety as he studied her. His eyes glanced to her neck, seeing the familiar fang bruising on her flesh.

"I feel like I owe you," He sighed, gently tracing the marks. He watched her shiver and still. It was like she was reigning herself in for him. His heart dropped as he thought about how he was neglecting her. How he could do better or--

"Astarion," She said firmly, reaching up and cupping his face as she adjusted. She stood and his hands tenderly found her hips as her lips pressed against his forehead.

He shivered and hugged her close, burying his face against her stomach as he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry I'm a mess," He muttered.

"Don't be sorry," She sighed, running her fingers through his hair as she held him. "I just want you to be comfortable again. I'm never going to make you do anything you don't want."

Her words stopped. She almost wanted to think of something else to add to the statement, but even unsaid, she had spoken volumes more.

Tav smiled as she watched him starting to fall asleep against her. "I'm going to tuck you in now, alright?"

"Don't go..." He muttered into her stomach. His hands clutched the back of her shirt, almost cradling her close to him. "Just...stay?"

She smiled and kissed her head. "I can do that." She hummed as she lay with him in the bed, watching him cling to her. "next time, you're not going out for blood alone though," She told him with a gentle look. "Or at least, maybe don't grab a drunkard."

Astarion smiled softly as he felt the alcohol already clearing out of his mind. He couldn't tell her that his vampirism made him process alcohol so much faster and that it was a buzz. Not after it meant he could be wrapped in her arms and feeling her hands through his hair.

maybe he'd tell her in the morning once his mind stopped reeling.

[xhanisai]

Lipgloss

AO3

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Cherry’

Summary - 

"Alya's right! It's pretty! Very, very pretty!" He blurted with all of his courage and then quickly snatched his hands back so that he could shove them into his pockets and looked away so that he couldn't meet her curious gaze. "R-red is definitely your colour, Marinette. Definitely."

It could have ended right there, with Adrien and Marinette wearing adorable matching blushes and heading to class together like the shy, sweet bubbly messes they are.

But Alya Césaire decided to be a little shit for the day.

"And what exactly am I right about, Sunshine~? Go on, tell us~"

~(x)~ . . . "Girl! You're rocking it! I told you you'd look amazing!" Alya's excited squeals were practically inaudible to Adrien's ears as he observed the sight before him with astonishment, green eyes wide and whole body stiff. He paid no mind to Plagg's delighted snickers, the little God watching his wielder with amusement from the hidden pocket inside his shirt and gathering more than enough material to tease him for the next decade or so. Nino on the other hand shook his head with endearment, even using two fingers to tap the blond's chin so that his mouth would shut with a click. That was enough to snap him out of his daze and immediately his complexion reddened. "Good morning, Adrien," Marinette greeted him shyly after saying her hellos to Nino, her usual rosy lips painted with a glossy, delicious-looking cherry tint and glistening under the lights that almost tore off what was left of his sanity. The blushing boy swallowed hard and mustered a little smile, hoping that she didn't pick up just how hard and loud his heart was pounding against his throbbing chest. "Sa-sa-salut, Marinette..." He violently cursed himself internally from the way his voice cracked midway, now more than aware of the mischievous grins that Alya and Nino wore simultaneously. Thankfully, Marinette ignored them both and delivered a softer, sweeter smile just for Adrien alone. "So, what do you think of Marinette's brand new lip gloss, Adrien~?" If the Cheshire cat were to have a brand new face, Alya would have been the perfect pick right now right this second. She paid no mind to Marinette's protesting word soup and her devilish smirk simply widened as Adrien's face erupted with a red that could rival the passionate hue that coated the talented designer's lips. "They make her very kissable lips a million times more tempting, don't you think so~?" Paris was so lucky that Césaire was a good person otherwise the second she becomes a villain, everyone would be so fucked. "Alya! Sto-oooop! Please just ignore her, Adrien. It's just a silly lipgloss- I have no idea why she's making such a big deal out of it-" Marinette was silenced by the extremely flustered boy instantly cupping her hands with his, his abashed emerald greens sparkling and shimmering with all sorts of feelings and emotions that she couldn't decipher and she had no idea that the little 'o' her red lips parted into only drove him absolutely insane. "Alya's right! It's pretty! Very, very pretty!" He blurted with all of his courage and then quickly snatched his hands back so that he could shove them into his pockets and looked away so that he couldn't meet her curious gaze. "R-red is definitely your colour, Marinette. Definitely." It could have ended right there, with Adrien and Marinette wearing adorable matching blushes and heading to class together like the shy, sweet bubbly messes they are. But Alya Césaire decided to be a little shit for the day. "And what exactly am I right about, Sunshine~? Go on, tell us~" Her smile was borderline evil and all that Adrien wanted to do was run away at the speed of sound because right now he was practically a tomato and Marinette was not fairing any better either. So, he decided to just bite the bullet. "YES. SHE LOOKS VERY KISSABLE RIGHT NOW AND IT IS TAKING ME EVERYTHING NOT TO KISS HER. YOU HAPPY?" . He was met by a soft, soft, sinfully softness brushing against his bottom lip and before he could do as much as blink, Marinette ran away as fast as possible whilst dragging the cackling Alya with her. Adrien and Nino were left behind in their dust, the former pressing his fingers against his lips and his face pretty much more rouge than humanly possible. "Mec...? You good there?" "...I'm so going to marry that girl..." "Oh no...she broke you!" And poor Nino had to pretty much drag Adrien around in school because he turned into a lovesick goop of sappiness. . . . ~(x)~

[iheartchv]

Hey beautiful!! I was wondering if you could do a COD match-up for me???

I’m a 5’9 girl, very chubby and… well-endowed in the bosom (embarrassing but necessary I believe). 19 years old. I’ve got lots of tattoos. Long brown hair, green eyes, occasionally wear glasses but mainly plain contacts. I’m a musician as well.

I like to wear dresses and skirts, kinda switching between grunge/goth styles?? I love to cook, clean, etc… def wanna be a housewife and stay-at-home-mom someday. I’m working as a nanny right now :)

I’m American but of German/Dutch descent (grandmother was born and raised in the Netherlands). I’m from Louisiana (closer to Texas) so I’ve got a southern accent but can cook some mean cajun food.

I’m pretty shy but get flirty when I’m nervous or scared. Love going to record stores and music shops, especially local!!

You can write whatever you want because it’s adorable, but I’m cool with either N/SFW. Thanks in advance, sugar plum!!!

🤔 I pair you with...

Phillip Graves ♠️

I think ol' Phil here would be your match

He met you when you both bumped into each other

"Oops, I'm so sorry"

"That's alright, darlin'. No harm done."

"It'll take more than that to knock me over"

When he smirked, you couldn't help to feel your heart skip a beat

He was handsome, no doubt about that

You small smiled and went on your way, your heart pounding in your chest

In random places in town you'd spot him

If he sees you, he'll come up to you and try to talk to you

He really likes you and will be flirty with you

Calling you gorgeous, beautiful, sweetheart, etc.

You soon found out he was quite charming underneath the playful winks and flirts

One time when you went shopping for just a some things to cook with, he saw you carrying bags in hand

"Mind if I help you with those?"

"Oh... uhm... I don't mind."

You felt your cheeks burn rosy pink

Phillip brings a lot of the bags in and follows you to your kitchen

He smells the meat you had slow cooking

He was salivating

"Whew, it smells so good in here!"

You let him stay the evening for dinner and...

Absolutely loves your food

He'll eat till he can't anymore

"You'll be the perfect wife to some lucky man"

You couldn't stop blushing and smiling and giggling

He wanted to be that lucky man...

But he didn't want to jump straight into it, in case you weren't ready

"Do you... have a fella yet?"

"No..."

"Are you interested in looking for one?"

His arms are crossed against his chest as he's leaning back a little in his chair

"Yeah... It be nice to settle down with someone"

You told him that you wanted to be a house wife...

He was right saying you'd make the perfect wife

You were ready

"Well, I'm sure he'll come knocking when he finds you"

❤

You were so happy and full of joy when he asked you to be his

"We'll take it slow, step by step, honey. Alright?"

"Yeah. Alright."

He gently smiled at you and gave you a soft, slow, lingering kiss as he held a side of your face in his hand and his thumb brushing over your cheek

When he comes home from missions, he finds you waiting for him with open arms

Tight hugs and kisses all over your face

"I've missed you, baby."

He feels like he's in heaven because all of this, and having you, was just too perfect for words

[shoelacetheace]

Oh, Lottie baby. This pic is the closest I’ll get to heaven. And the closest Itto will get to heaven, too.

You two are going on a date night, and you look oh so ethereal, as always.

Oh, is that a new dress? It looks great on you. Of course it does, everything you wear is absolutely gorgeous. That color suits your eyes, you know. He can’t wait to rip it off of you later. Oh! But that would ruin the dress. Well, you have plenty of other ones to get dolled up in.

Are you wearing the new ear piece he got for you? Kuki helped him pick it out, only the best for you, after all. Those pearls are beautiful, along with the gold with it…where did you get that? A family heirloom, perhaps. From one generation of stunning women to the next. You’ll have to take those off, later. Don’t want them to get in the way~

Is your hair different? It looks amazing, regardless. Those soft curls are so cute! Itto loves running his fingers through it, it’s so soft and irresistible not to touch. Has your hair gotten longer? Even better for him to pull on, then. Hopefully your hair won’t be too messed up by the time he’s done with you.

You’re wearing makeup, aren’t you? Not that you need it at all. In fact, it makes you even more beautiful, if that’s even possible. That blush is absolutely adorable! It makes him just want to cup your cheeks in his hands, and hold you there. That mascara is amazing, too. Let’s hope your makeup is waterproof, all of those pretty little tears might wash it away. That would be a pity, wouldn’t it?

Your skin looks so good! What’s your secret? Or are you just naturally so clear skinned? You’d look so pretty with your cheeks all rosy and flushed. Your neck would look ravishing with some bite marks adorning it…maybe a hickey or two, perhaps?

Oh, how did he get so blessed to be standing next to you and call you his? He’s gotten oh so lucky, and he knows it. You are a sight to behold, and he wants to make sure everyone knows that you’re off limits. That you’ve already been marked. Not for the taking.

@mydarlingdahlia for you, bby 🩷

[sebsxphia]

Finn talking to you about something he is so passionate about and just absolutely loves and you are just watching him literally bloom with excitement that he gets to share his knowledge with you, his cheeks getting a bit rosy and his eyes twinkling in the special way that you adore and he has the small dimples on full display, because he can't contain his smile even as he speaks, making you fall head over heels in love with him all over again. No matter how many times it happens, you still feel so, so lucky to see him like this. He is gorgeous and you cannot help but marvel. He looks at you, noticing you stare and stops, asking "what is it?"

"You're beautiful." you reply before kissing him, him chuckling into it.

He is glad that you think so and loves that you love him so much, but feels a little twinge, because he thinks his rambling made you tune out of what he was saying. That twinge turns into butterflies fluttering in his heart when after the kiss you ask him a really specific question about the thing he was talking about, one that can only be asked if you clung to every single one of his words, which you absolutely did. He is completely swept off his feet, because you constantly prove that nothing he says will be missed by you.

-💚

He is completely swept off his feet, because you constantly prove that nothing he says will be missed by you.

this! this is exactly! because finn has experienced it plenty of times when he’s yabbering on to his friends or a date and they’re just not listening. but you, you’re hanging off his every word whilst admiring his beauty and he would be head over heels for you 🥹

thank you so much for this my beloved anon! 💌

[polyklok]

Sorry this one took so long. Last, but he better not be least! It’s-

William Murderface, physique/ appearance

Nathan

Pickles

Skwisgaar

Toki

Ohhhh god HIM I just-rghagtrjagbnaggjregagah

Anyway-

29 years old and extremely scared of reaching his thirties

He’s just about 5’10ish. He certainly doesn’t know, he refuses to measure. If you ask, he says he’s ‘fuckin tall ENOUGH’ and that’ll be the end of that. Measures his dick like every week tho

285 lbs, very fat. It mostly centers around his stomach, but he’s got some very chubby thighs, arms, and man-boobs. The full 9 yards of squish. Very stocky.

He’s stronger then you’d expect, though. Not as strong as Nathan or Toki, but he did his fair share of physical labor in his younger days, he can pull his own.

I’m not sure why, but I always imagine him sorting having pink-toned skin, being very rosy.

Also, we know he has some sort of irritated skin, which I’m thinking is eczema. He’ll whine that it’s all dry and itchy and gross but will completely refuse to fix the problem in any sort of way. Hates the idea that he has to work to get nice skin when it comes so easily to others.

Also, lots of random pimples in the weirdest places. He hates the ones on his back the most because he just can’t get to them and make them go away, at least temporarily!

His hair is naturally very curly, between 3B and 3C. Except, he never learned how to properly take care of it. Despite inheriting it from his grandmother, she never taught him, not even buying him a hairbrush until he was well into his teen years.

So he rarely washes it, and when he does, he uses the completely incorrect products. It’s awfully damaged, frizzy, matted. It’s a whole mess and he just thinks that something is wrong with him. I might make a fic where someone helps him fix it

He grew out a mustache for a similar reason to Toki; wanted to stop looking so damn much like his grandmother. Seriously, it’s uncanny how similar they look.

Speaking of hair; tons of it! A whole lotta body hair, everywhere. I’m talking bear status.

He’s been described dog-faced and pug-nosed, so he has a very round face with strong features. Large, flat nose, pursed lips, and a strong brow. He’s almost always scowling.

I like the idea of him having huge, adorable, out-turned ears! They even turn super red when he’s flustered!

Ignoring the fact that he clearly has green eyes in the show, He’s got heterochromia, blue and brown. He thought it was neat when he was real young, but someone mocked him for it in elementary school, so now he’s very ashamed of it. Completely unaware that the fans are obsessed with the unique trait.

Some other traits he has, according to that one episode; fallen arches, distended jaw, clammy hands, puckled stomach, Cro-Magnan brow, chicken-plucked legs and more!

He did his own ear piercings, by himself, with a safety pin and an ice cube, when he was a teen. He was inspired by some rock album covers and got in huge trouble with his grandparents.

His nose piercing was done by Pickles, they were both insanely drunk.

I just wanted to mention the gap in his teeth; he thinks it’s weird, but we all know its cute as hell.

He has an…interesting sense of fashion. It’s a mixture of his ‘clothes are clothes’ redneck days and his love for punk-rock clothing.

He loves the punk style but hates how impractical, and often uncomfortable, it is. So he has a few good, gothic items while most of his clothing is straight out of a goodwill bin. Not because it’s cheap, but because it’s what he’s used to.

Despite absolutely denying belief in any sorts of religion, he’s still…hopeful. So he wears little religious symbols, charms for luck (crystals, rabbit’s foot, etc) and other spiritual crap just to make himself feel better.

We all know his iconic stomach tattoo, but it’s not his only one. Most of his tattoos are small, funny sayings in dumb places. He’s got a ‘2 cool 5 scool’ tramp stamp and ‘lucky you ;)’ on the inside of his thigh. They all happened while he was blackout drunk and he doesn’t regret a single one.

Showers a couple times a week and only wears deodorant on special occasions. He reeks. Smells like serious body odor and piss. Maybe that horrible axe spray, if you’re lucky.

He’d honestly be not that bad-looking if he’d bother to take care of himself. But, he doesn’t. So, yeah.