#implied not sfw

[saeraas]

[stardustedsins]

Kiss Prompts #44: A kiss out of lust

Hol Horse/reader (gender neutral reader)

This one is rated T, but doesn't get up to M, so I won't tag nsfw.

It’s been a slow afternoon at the bar today. It usually is, around this time. That’s why you’re the only one working right now. They won’t pay two employees when there’s hardly enough work for one just so you can have someone to talk to. There’s only one customer right now, and he seems to be taking his time with his beer, not in any hurry to order more. Which means your tips for this shift are probably just gonna be the dollar or two he’ll (hopefully) leave you for his one drink. 

Flirting gets better tips, right? Maybe you should try it, you think. You should at least be able to get him to order something else. You check yourself over once and leave the back bar to approach his corner booth.

“Doing alright over here?” You make sure to make eye contact. “Can I get you anything else?”

He looks you up and down briefly, which is certainly promising. 

“I’m just having a drink on my way out of town. I'll be outta your hair soon enough.”

“Aw, that’s a shame. You’re the only one here to keep me company.” It might be a little too unsubtle, but he smiles. 

“Then maybe I oughta buy you a drink.” 

“Maybe you should.” You say, and he nods.

“Go ahead and put it on my tab, then.” 

“Yes, sir.” You wink and go to pour yourself a beer (better to match what he’s having) before coming back to slip into the booth opposite him. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all.”

You look him over, letting your gaze linger here and there. He’s not bad looking at all. This might even be fun.

“I haven’t seen you around before, but you said you’re leaving town already. Just passing through?”

“Yeah, I travel a lot for work.”

“What do you do, Mister…?” You let the end trail off, hoping he’ll give you his name.

“Hol. I do contract work.” You’re not sure if he means he works under contract or on the contracts themselves, but you don’t really care.

“Well, I hope you had some time to see the sights while you’ve been here.”

“Oh, I’ve seen some beauty in this town for sure.” Hol winks at you, and you feel yourself blush. What a charmer. You take another sip of your beer to cool down. 

His foot bumps against yours, very deliberately, under the table. You nudge him back, playing along. 

“It can get lonely, being on the road all the time.” He says suggestively. “It’s always nice to have a little company from time to time.” 

You know exactly what he means, but you decide to keep engaging. Maybe you wouldn’t mind his company.

“Then I’m glad I came to talk to you.” You play it up a little, giving him a coy look. “I wouldn’t want to leave you all by yourself on your last day in town.”

“Very kind of you.” He says, finishing his drink. You don’t want him to go just yet, but you don’t think he’s in as much of a hurry anymore. “How much longer are you here for?”

“Too long.” You sigh, but you have to make it clear that’s not a rejection. “You know, I usually lock up for my break around this time. But I wouldn’t want to send my only customer away so soon.”

“Go ahead and lock up. I can stay a little longer.” 

You nod and stand from the booth, retrieving your keys from your back pocket in the most conspicuous way you can manage. You glance back to make sure he’d seen, and find him watching you with a heated gaze. Good. You flip the sign on the door to the closed side, then the smaller “on break” sign next to it. 

Hol’s out of the booth when you come back, standing in front of it waiting for you.

“You wanna take that break in the back somewhere, for privacy?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I think we should stay out here, actually.” You lean lightly back against the table, inviting. He finally touches you, hands on your waist as he leans in close, and then he kisses you. It’s hungry and wanting and you kiss right back with the same enthusiasm, even as the table digs into your back with the way he presses you against it. You feel hot, like whatever had been building between the two of you had spilled over when he touched you. The press of him against your thigh as you kiss him tells you he feels the same.

You stop just long enough to put your hands on the tabletop behind you and boost yourself up to sit on it, with Hol’s hands on your waist helping. As soon as your hands are free again you tangle them in his hair and pull him close to kiss him again as his hands start to wander.

In the end, you get a lot more than just that tip you’d been worried about.

[archonghoul]

A comic I did for Goth's birthday back in 2022! Thinking about Error stepping back into Goth's life and trying to build a relationship with him again hurts my feelings. ;w;

[izzypaw]

meow

[digitalsnail]

a belated happy 20th anniversary to yume nikki. thank you for all you inspire

[sixrealmsbeneaththesea]

still sniffing bbq pork fumes. it's been a year... please.

playing and experimenting with textures and color and just overall... shit. had fun at the expense of nausea from not sleeping much? whatever. it's rough and maybe a bit busy, but just the fun matters.

some artistic liberty. i wrote my gan sexy and head-lore wise to have a high internal temperature so that he literally has his own mass of hot air choking everybody out and making his hair swirly; and a belly like a superheated cauldron, cooking his malice-gloom moon period blood (i read that one post, i fux with it a tiny bit) to forge his monsters. so yeah, my personal design.

i just like monster mommies and daddies. he counts. all that pork and pork byproducts.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Gentle Care - Jade

Author Notes: So, this is another fanfic that has been sitting, collecting dust in my Google Docs for quite some time now. It is finally getting to see the light of day because I wanted to post a Jade fic (totally not because of any cards that recently came out on the Japanese server). I didn't really listen to anything specific while writing this, so I really can't say there is any specific inspiration for this fic either. As per usual, reader is gender neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender neutral reader/ sfw/ flirtation/ romance implied/ fluff

Word Count: 1393

When Azul had called to ask for your assistance in patching someone up, you hadn’t been surprised. 

First, you’d gotten very good at handling bandages and whatnot simply due to your numerous Overblot experiences. You always ended up with a myriad of bumps and scrapes after those.

Secondly, Floyd getting into a fight was hardly uncommon, so the idea of him being a little scraped up was hardly startling. 

Finally, Floyd was perpetually mercurial, and if he’d even implied that he’d sit still and let you bandage him without squirming around, then Azul would do what it took to get you to Octavinelle just to ensure Floyd didn’t cause him any more of a headache.

An added bonus was that Octavinelle had all the supplies you could ever dream of, so there wasn’t even any need for you to bring anything with you. In fact, Grim even stayed at Ramshackle, opting not to join you on your little jaunt to Octavinelle. Though he did make sure to put in a request that you bring home some food for him that had you rolling your eyes slightly as you slipped out the door.

Your only real concerns on the trip to the mirror chamber were whether or not the other person had survived the altercation and how exactly you were going to scold the injured eel, even though you knew perfectly well that your words would do little good to keep him from getting into yet another fight. 

Those thoughts vanished though when you stepped into the Mostro Lounge and found yourself greeted with an unexpected sight.

Jade, sitting there as calmly as ever despite the bruises and red scratch marks that were sprinkled across his person as he talked to his brother, who was currently crouched in front of him, “Yes, it seems they mistook me for you, Floyd. Handling them was an easy matter, but-”

Jade halted mid-sentence as he spotted you, his eyes widening briefly before his usual, carefully crafted smile appeared, “I wasn’t expecting you quite yet, Y/n. I do hope you didn't rush.”

It was those oh-so polite words that immediately sparked your ire, sending you striding forward and snatching the bandages off a nearby table as you did so. After all, that long red scratch on his arm looked particularly nasty.

“Do I want to know?” Your irritation was obvious to everyone present, but no one seemed terribly concerned. But, to be fair, you were already kneeling and inspecting the young man’s injuries.

Azul let out a sigh, stepping into the room and holding a stack of papers, “It seems that a group of juniors looking for a fight mistook Jade for Floyd.”

“It’s alright though, Shrimpy. Jade handled ‘em all perfectly well.” Despite Floyd’s reassurance, you were hardly pleased. Eying the tell-tale burn that affirmed that magic had indeed been used in the fight despite school rules.

You glanced up, immediately making eye contact with the injured young man who’d been sitting silently, with a slight smile on his face as he’d watched you this entire time. Almost as if he were gauging the situation before he said anything.

“So you got in a fight you could’ve avoided?” Your flat tone said everything, and Azul took it as a cue to leave. With a single motion, he signaled Floyd, and the two exited the space. Floyd linger long enough to cast a single glance that flickered between you and his brother over his shoulder before he disappeared into the kitchen.

Jade met your accusation with an easy calmness and no small degree of amusement, “I wouldn’t be so sure. That group seemed to have quite a bit of aggression towards my dorm and probably didn’t really care if it was me or Floyd.”

You remained silent as he continued, going about bandaging some of the worse scratches while he calmly spread burn cream on his arm, “And even if I had made them aware of my identity and they’d left, it would’ve simply meant my dear brother would be in my current position, and I couldn’t let that happen.”

You pressed a band-aid down with a bit more pressure than strictly necessary as your eyes found his, “Don’t play coy with me, Jade. You wanted to get in that fight.”

You had to curb your urge to roll your eyes at the innocent expression he gave you before you continued, “You’re far too smug to have not gotten your way.”

With those words, you stood, grabbing another band-aid and turning your attention to the scratch marks that were scattered across his face, “So who were they?”

He smiled, his sharp teeth flashing as he did so, “Three of them were beastmen. I personally thought the Diasomna fellow was stronger, though. But don’t worry, all of them are in far worse shape than me.”

You snorted in response to his all too smug response, your amused tone not matching your chiding words, “Don’t gloat.”

Despite yourself, you were smiling even as Jade spoke again, his tone getting gradually more amused, “It works for Floyd.”

Your gaze flickered over to his, your hands carefully placing the band-aid on his cheek as you frowned at him, “No, it doesn’t, and it won’t for you either. I treat you two the same way.”

You gently smoothed the too-tan fabric across his pale cheek, and he chuckled, “Surely you know better than to lie to me, my dear.”

Your movements stilled as his hand reached up and wrapped around one of yours, his gaze holding yours captive as he smiled like he’d won some sort of game, “You and I both know you treat me far differently than how you treat my brother.”

You tugged at your hand gently, and Jade let it go with ease even as his fingers carefully brushed the skin on his cheek where your hand had just been with a distinctly pleased expression, “Your gentle care for me proves it.”

You crossed your arms, shaking your head slightly as you frowned down at him, “Don’t tease. I might be helping you right now, but I will leave.”

He tilted his head, his expression shifting to a feigned mask of betrayed hurt, “And abandon me to the care of Azul and Floyd? You wouldn’t be so cruel.”

You rolled your eyes slightly at his dramatics but reached over and grabbed another band-aid, “I might. You never know when I’ll surprise you.”

A smile curved across his face as his gaze stayed locked on you even as you focused on one of the other scratches on his otherwise pristine skin, “Indeed, I never do….”

You hummed slightly as he trailed off, “Right, so you’d best watch it and not get hurt like this again. I might not take care of you next time.”

“Wouldn’t that mean playing favorites since you’ve kept on helping every time Floyd gets himself hurt?” He didn’t miss a beat, and you frowned at him, causing him to chuckle, “I won’t make any promises. I rather enjoy getting taken care of, you know.” 

You tapped him lightly on the shoulder in a faux slap, “Alright, that’s enough out of you.” You paused, turning to look over your shoulder as you called out to Azul and Floyd that you were done.

Jade tilted his head as you looked back his way, his smile still present as he looked up at you where you stood between his spraddled out legs from his seated position, “Leaving so soon? Floyd made dinner.”

You snorted lightly, shaking your head at his coaxing tone even as Floyd stepped out of the kitchen, “You staying for dinner, Shrimpy?”

You held Jade’s gaze as you felt a smile spread across your face, and, despite yourself, there was very little hesitation as you called back, “Sure! Sounds good!”

And once again, Jade’s smile was all too smug, but at this point that was nothing new. Especially since you knew perfectly well that if he, or Azul, or Floyd, got hurt again, you’d be back to take care of them once again, even though all of you knew it was hardly necessary.

And that was even taking into account that you did play favorites. But you weren’t about to admit that to Jade, and, judging from the smile on his face, he already knew anyway.

[ghostlee]

TYSSMMMMMMM TO @tickle-fight-club FOR TAKING MY COMM FOR LEE!ETHO!

They did all the linework for this and I asked them if it was alright that I did the coloring and posted it crediting them on the lines and they said it was fine so I decided to color it to rlly bring it to life! GO COMMISSION THEM THEY DID GREAT!!

[icarusredwings]

Thinking about select mutism Wade and how fucking freaked out Logan gets about it. Like Wade got home 30 minutes ago and hasn't said a damn word to him. He's walking around all quiet and almost shy?? Avoiding eye contact but staring directly at them when in the same room. As if watching to see if theyll get up and hurt him or some crazy thing like that.

It gets to the point that when he goes to his room, (attempts) to lock the door (hes literally the one who broke it) and just curls up in the corner of the bed with the entire blanket over top of him.

Logan just kinda peeks in all confused, assumes that he's in pain, and asks to see if he can help at all. "Hey... do you want your pills? Or.. a bath? Are you hungry? Want a puke bowl? Or a hot water bottle?" As he goes through the list in his head of what to offer, Wade is silent the entire time.

".....Wade?"

"...."

"Are you asleep already?"

Under the blanket, he can tell that he's shaking his head no.

"... are you alright?"

"...."

"Did something happen?"

"...."

"...Do you want a hug?"

Another shake of the head.

This is what makes Logan worried. The fact that he didn't want held, a bath, or anything. It concerns him to the point he calls Vanessa (for like the billionth time)

If anything, the phone call makes him feel worse as Vanessa tells him how Wade was first like this after the experiments. How he didn't say anyrhing to her for months and if he was doing that again, he should go interogate who ever he was with to find out what triggered such a big step back in his progress.

"Its so fucking weird he just..."

"Stares at you? Yeah. It creeped me out."

"So now what do I do? With him, I mean? He just shakes his head. He dosn't even want me to touch him."

"Oooh... wait... you haven't looked at the calander, have you?"

"That matters?"

"Logan.. It's scout week."

"What?"

"During this time of year the scouts camp out at central park. It's just something they do.. he probably saw them and thought..."

"Oh.."

"Yeaah... Look, im really busy with work, too. So you're on your own. Just try to keep away. Bring him food. Make sure he's drinking something good for him. Once inawhile ask if he wants to do something. He might try to sleep in a closet. Let him. Trying to force him into a bed will be worse but maybe if you put his stuffies on the couch he'll choose there instead." She mutters, someone calling for her in the background, a manager of some type.

"Okay. Got it."

"Oh and logan?"

"What?"

"You got this."

"Heh. Right... wish someone told you that?"

"No duh. Bye."

And so he does, bringing wade a cup of water and a sandwich. It breaks his heart to see him flinch away and burry himself in the corner like this, watching his every step with such wide eyes.

"Hey.. i uh.. I brought you this." He outs the food down and Wade stares at him.

".. do.. do you wanna come watch a cowboy movie with me..?"

He shakes his head, starting to smell even more anxious with how long Logan lingered around the room. His head lowers, his hand staying by the special pillow. The one that had his baby knife under. Seeing him like this made him feel terrible. As of he himself caused it though he knew it wasn't true.

"Right.. uhm. Well... if you want too.. ill be out here. And.. Ill save you a seat. Okay?"

The tinyist nod.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the baby doll in her crib, stepping closer to it only to be able to practically hear his heartbeat quicken.

Stopping, he turns. "Hey, Wade? Do you think... I can take Emily? You know.. erm.. daddy daughter time? Right?" He had said it wrong on purpose, hoping Wade would correct him.

"...."

He only looked as if he really wanted to say something, but didn't dare. He shook his head, getting up and quickly coming to 'rescue' the child, sprinting over to snatch her from the cradle only to flinch away, wide eyed and scared.

Logans chest snaps into a thousand pieces. He didn't know what wade was thinking but he had a goos feeling... did.. he really think he would do that to Evelyn? How badly did he think of him to do such a thing?

"Oh...... alright.. erm. W-well bye then." He said, holding back tears as he left, trying to remember that he couldn't be upset with wade for protecting her. He did the right thing afterall.. he just wish he wouldn't protect her from him.

[onyx-syn]

Halfway through the workings of a fic (technically two)

But in the mean time

Take this- Buggy being given a blow job cause he's a subby dom in my mind

18+ only. Minors be gone

Waves crash against the ship lightly, making the ship rock back and forth in the darkness of night. The moonlight shimmered down on the waves of the sea, the lights of Buggy's ships illuminating the deck onboard.

In the quarters of the ship, a lantern lit from the corner of the bedroom. As well as two occupants having their nice time on the hanging bed.

Buggy laying on his back on the bed, his trousers down to his mid thigh leaving his cock and balls out in the warm air of his room. He tried to relax in his new position, making a nice hum sound as you pressed light kisses on his hard redden tip.

Buggy's cock was a delight to see in your eyes. He wasn't too big and he wasn't too small, he was a nice size and was quite girthy. Much more of a shower than a grower, but the 'genius jester' himself knew how to use it.

A low sadistic hiss leaves Buggy's lips as he feels the wetness of your saliva coat the tip of his cock. His watercolor eyes watching as it drips down his sides.

Buggy leans his head on each side of his shoulder, his way of holding back a moan, feeling your hand grip his cock, greeted by your saliva. He leans his head back, cursing aloud as he feels your hand move up and down, slowly but surely, coating his cock more and more with your saliva.

"F-Fuck" he whispers, closing his eyes. Had his makeup not been applied so often on his face, a hint of a red dusky blush would be on his cheeks.

Buggy prided himself as a Dom much often, trying to boost his ego of how dominant he was in bed and how he could get his way easily. Which wasn't false, but not entirely true either.

He thrived off of being a receiver. Deep down wanting nothing more but to be loved and praised in bed like the good boy he was. grace by the touch of your hand stroking his length, speeding up the process creating immense wet sounds throughout the room.

He leans his head forward slowly, his thighs slightly jiggling from the stroking. He opens his eyes slightly, taking in the sight of you, his beautiful partner on their knees, bare and naked, holding his length in your hand stroking. Your other hand gripped on his thigh, pressing your lips on his bare thigh which sent a shock wave up his spine. He didn't know he needed that.

As much as buggy loved the attention, he wasn't all that easy to give in.

"ooh fuck, damnit. Shit okay. Nnn! Ugh" he kept cursing, getting his teeth a bit, almost whining at the sudden change of past of your stroking. You sped up the process, which sent a tingling sensation to his stomach, building up pressure.

Buggy could feel himself closing in on his release. His gloved hands gripped the sheets of your guy's bed tightly, trying to keep himself composed of the situation. Sweat tears were sliding down the sides of his face, smearing just a smidge of his makeup.

He thought he could make it through, not giving in so easily to you.

But God you made it so hard to do so.

All hope of him not giving into was lost once your lips hovered over his tip. Buggy nodded his head slightly, lips parting and his eyes becoming half lidded.

"please baby- pl-" he stopped himself midway, shaking his head. "No goddam- FUCK! YOU- hmmm~"

His words were cut off as he felt your tongue, starting off at the base of his girthy cock before licking a long stride up the underline of his cock -where a long vein was placed at- to the tip of his cock, coating it.

You could feel Buggy's thigh start to quiver under your touch, bringing a smile to your cheeks.

"is my boy feeling too good~?" You question him, smirking as your lips go back hovering over his tip, slowing down your stroking.

You could hear an annoyed whine under Buggy's breath. His hand reaches down and grips the back of your neck. He so desperately wanted to grip harder, pushing your head down on his cock, taking him all in as you began to choke on him, begging for him to fuck you.

But instead, his eyes gazed down to his cock and back at you, looking a bit embarrassed, his chest rising and falling every few seconds with how intense of heat he was feeling.

"plea.... hmmm" Buggy tried to speak, looking away still.

You giggle, slowly stroking still as your lips got closer and closer to his tip, to the point where your lips were right against the soft red skin.

A low moan left Buggy as the hot breath from your lips escaped and met his skin. "Fuck just- please" He spoke, his lips pressed in a tight line as he held back another moan. "I need you, please?"

You raise an eyebrow at him, teasing him, edging him on, "Oh really now? Does my good boy want my touch? My mout-"

With a flustered look, Buggy cuts you off "For fucks sake yes! Just fuck me with your blabbering mouth! Enough monologuing... "

You gave him a reassured smile, giggling a bit from his little outburst, "Of course, doll~"

And with that, Buggy went from an embarrassed mess to an absolute moaning catastrophe when your lips took in his tips in your mouth.

It felt so different, the warmth of the inside of your mouth. Only furthering his pleasure factor up once you mouth continue going down his cock more and more.

Your tongue met his length once more, the wet muscle gracing it as you began to swirl it around his length. Your hand at the bottom of his shaft, and the other still gripping his thigh. Buggy couldn't handle it, his chest rising more and more.

"Oh fuck candy! Nn~ Bah! Shit, that... feels so- ah!" His sentences stopped mid way, losing his breath and his ability to speak.

Your tongue swirled around his cock, feeling your saliva coat him entirely. Once you reached the base of his cock, you slowly moved your head back up to his tip, sucking on it. Your tongue swirled around his tip, moving over the slit of his cock, tasting his salty precum leaking.

You could feel his hand softly but fastly caress the back of your neck, trying to compose himself but failing miserable.

"So... good. Please. Please keep g-going- fuck" He said, more sweat tears dripping down his face and his jaw, onto his clothes and the sheets below.

Noticing your man's enjoyment, you moved your tongue under the slit of his cock, on his tip, putting pressure onto that area with your tongue. Licking over and over that area. He threw his head back, letting a deep groan rumble out of his chest as a string of low moans left him. The amount of pleasure and pure euphoria of sex was bringing him a feeling he hasn't felt in so long.

"Shit! F-Fuck babydoll, I-i knew you said you were a street performer, heh, guess you're a-a sheet performer now, huh-"

Your tongue moved away from the special place of his tip as you began to bop your head up and down on his cock, taking him as much as you can in your mouth. You could feel his pre cum smear all over in the inside of your cheeks, his tip hitting the soft flesh of your inner cheeks before taking it back further to the top of your throat.

Buggy was losing it, his body could barely continue itself as you continue to ravage his cock right in front of him.

"Damn, fuck fuck- god this is hot" he moaned, his eyes closing shut again, letting you take control of his body now. The pure amazing feeling he felt from you, sending the pleasure and lust from his cock all over his body was ascending him to another part of the seas.

His hands gripped your neck harder, pushing it down making you bop your head on his cock more and more. The intense wet sounds of lip smacking against skin throughout the room most likely kept the crew members awake.

But buggy didn't care.

He spoke aloud, looking down at you. His body trembling as you gave him the sucking of a lifetime. He smugly smirked at you, his eyes almost rolling back as your tongue swirled all around him, using your nose to breath through now.

"god. You're so fucking hot like this. I can't wait to fuck you. Give you the final act of this show we got going on here~" he was able to manage to say to you.

He hissed, feeling his stomach build up with pressure of pleasure, ready to bust. You were about to burst too, feeling the edge of your jaw start to sore with how fast you were sucking on his cock. The grip of your neck was no better in the making of this either.

With his help you were able to take him further up your throat, his red tip feeling hot once pressed against your soft and tender flesh inside your mouth.

Buggy liked the way he was hitting your throat like this. He started to change the control, thrust his hips a little up, pushing your mouth down on his cock back. The tip of his cock hitting a certain part of your throat, where the end of your mouth met the beginning of your throat.

He kept thrusting up forward faster and faster, watching as tears started to build up at the edges of your eyes. Your face was burning with intense heat of the situation, feeling a nice tingling sensation building through your body, erotic one would say.

Buggy spoke, "gonna... cummm~" he extended the one as he pushed your mouth harshly down on his cock, ooing aloud as his liquid spewed from the slit of his cock into your cock, coating it in his own product.

Buggy could feel the bliss of his body release from him, slowly but surely, as he came. It was an incredible and triumph feeling, out of this world. He can see the effect it had on you too.

Your face completely fucked now, some small tears streamed down your cheeks as you pulled your head back from his cock coughing up a little from the constant gagging. A string of his cum connected to your lips and your mouth. You sit back on your knees, panting a little trying to massage your jaw from the position it was in.

Buggy, on the other hand, relaxed, sitting there as he gained his breathing back normally. His list coated eyes watching as left over cum and saliva dripped down each side of his cock.

He glanced back to you in front of him, seeing you look almost out of it. He shakily got up and leaned down, kissing the top of your forehead before falling back onto the bed. Still in his euphoric state.

"good job baby" he thanks you in a genuine tone of voice. He detaches his one hand to cup your cheek in the palm of you, your head nuzzling into his touch, kissing it. His thumb caressed your cheek.

A little smile tugged at Buggy's lips, looking at the sweet scene in front of him. His lovely partner wanted the feeling and love of his touch. Something he too wanted more of from you.

Buggy, though he was almost out of it, was gonna give you the same treatment back and give the head of a lifetime for sure.

[pineappleparfaitie]

doodle doodle

Doodle doodle

[ash-arts-but-sinful]

Whoa sudden thought, Pinocchio being jealous because of Carlo.

No wait think about it, Carlo is confident, outgoing, but above all he’s human. Human like you. Why would you bother staying with a puppet if you could have somebody who is not only human, but looks almost exactly like Pinocchio himself.

Carlo would be well aware of the jealousy too and he’d take full advantage of it to get under his counterparts metaphorical skin. Despite the strong emotions Pinocchio may feel and how far he’s come with his adventures through Krat he still isn’t fully human, but OH can he feel those emotions and he didn’t know how strong jealousy could be.

So taking every chance he could, Carlo would throw flirtations your way. Every pick up line, any chance to touch you, every wink, every smirk, but only when Pinocchio was within sight. The annoyance on his face would be clear instantly, his eye would twitch. He’d scrunch up his face, the furrow of his brow and scrunch of nose clear along with the slightest hint of his lip curling. The worst tell would be the twitch in his legion arm would return full force.

Of course, Carlo would tell Romeo all about it, delighting in how HILARIOUS he found it and, of course again, Romeo would advise him against it. He’s seen first hand what Pinocchio is capable of and maybe pushing his buttons would get him sent through a wall at worst, getting him punched in the face at best. He’d reassure his concerned… ‘friend’, that whenever you’d reject his advances Pinocchio would calm down almost instantly.

Romeo was right though because one day he pushes it a bit too far, hand on the wall beside your head, his other hand on your chin as he gazes down at you, smirk plastered on his face. Your annoyance would be clear, but that doesn’t stop a metal hand firmly landing on Carlo’s shoulder before it’s jerking him around.

At least Pinocchio was nice enough not to use his legion arm to give him a bloody nose.

Romeo got to say ‘I told you so’ (yet again) that day.

[stardustedsins]

Kiss Prompts #38: A kiss because they're running out of time

Hol Horse/reader (gender neutral reader)

You’ve heard about Hol Horse before. He passes through your town often enough when he travels for whatever it is he does, and half the town seems to have a story to tell about how he’d swept them off their feet and then broken their heart. Every story ends the same way, warning you off so much as looking at him. But it’s too late for that, you’ve already seen him. And you like what you see.

And here you are now, with the perfect opportunity to talk to him. Because the thing about those stories everyone tells is that before he suddenly leaves town or starts carrying on with someone else, he’s charming and skilled, his attention making people feel special. You want that. 

He’s hanging around the jukebox at the old fashioned bar and grill, feeding it pocket change to keep requesting country songs. He’s not here with anyone, so you can just walk up with a quarter of your own to use the jukebox as an excuse to start a conversation. 

“Mind if I interrupt your playlist?” You hold up your quarter, and he steps aside with a little bow. 

“How could I say no to such a pretty face?” 

“What a gentleman.” You smile flirtatiously, and he leans on the side of the machine while you make your selection. 

“You here with anyone tonight?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“No, it’s just me. All alone.” You emphasize that last part. 

“I reckon I could help with that.” 

“I’d like that.” 

“Why don’t we get us a seat, then?” He leads you over to a table for two, where his feet bump against yours underneath when you sit down. You share an appetizer and drinks, which he insists he’s happy to pay for.

“You know, you have a bit of a reputation around here, Mr. Horse.” You say, but his smile doesn’t waver.

“Just Hol, please. And you know how these things are. Gossip spreads, things get exaggerated.” He waves a hand dismissively. 

“Then they were just exaggerating about how good you are?”

“Oh, honey, that’s all true.” He winks, and you laugh.

“Hm… I don’t know if I believe you. Maybe I need proof.”

“I think I can change your mind. Why don’t we get out of here?” He calls the waiter over to pay your bill, and you leave together, his arm around your waist as you walk. 

He takes you back to his hotel room, and as soon as the door closes he’s kissing you like he’s on a time limit, hungry and heated. You respond just as eagerly, the desire in it making you warm. It’s just what you’d wanted. He’s quick about how things escalate from there, but you can’t bring yourself to mind when he’s just as good as the gossip promised. You wish you could change him, get him to stop roaming and settle here in town so you can keep him for yourself. 

It’s just a shame you forget for a night about the way those stories always end. You wake up in the morning alone in that hotel bed, no sign of Hol or his things. The front desk calls up to tell you he’d arranged a late checkout, and the room key is laying on the desk by the phone. He’s gone and left again.

[archonghoul]

More older patron requests! That's probably the softest I've ever drawn Nightmare :'3

[nartothelar]

special day

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that new twitter ship trend hgsfdjsfd