#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

[jamiesgotchu]

I love how you posted about the baited Jax tickle scene! Was wondering if I can send in the request to have art of Jax being tickled in the chair by the hands?🥹🥹🫶

the way I LEAPED for my tablet to draw this. THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! 🫶 your wish is my command (click for better quality!)

[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!!

[karonnnnn02]

no one asked no one cares bunny s1 gi hun

[imma-vincent-van-gogh-kms]

Doey tickle headcanons

Lee: 70% Ler: 30%

Lee:

His worst spots are his stomach, arms and chin.

If you squish his body, it tickles more than ever

For example: A kid is playing with him in the Safe Haven and hugs him, their hands squishing his belly a little which makes me laugh and VERY lightly try pushing them away

His laugh is a mix of gasps, snorts and hiccups

Protests a LOT when he gets tickled

The people that tickle him the most are the Smiling Critters, Yarnaby and Fidget (my OC, yes I’m adding OC x Canon into this.)

Yarnaby definitely tickles him by purring and making little biscuits on him, The Crotters sometimes gang up on him to cheer him up and Fidget tickles I’m to relief stress and see him smile

He definitely flails his arms when he gets tickled since he doesn’t really know what to do with them

Each person he’s made up of has different reactions to the tickling too; Jack absolutely adores it, Matthew tries holding in any reactions and Kevin just gets all giddy and squeaky.

The type to hide his face in his hands

His lee moods are PAINFUL for him because he does NOT like saying tickle out loud when he’s in a lee mood

You can’t tell me he doesn’t fall for those tickle tricks EVERY👏TIME👏

Genuinely adores being tickled cuz he loves knowing the others wanna see him happy and enjoy his laugh

Sometimes covers his mouth if Fidget is squishing him to relief stress, he doesn’t wanna disturb her debriefing but ultimately ends up getting teased to death by his wife.

Ler:

Tickles the people who stay at the Safe Haven to calm them down from any possible fears they may be experiencing at the time

Mainly tickles Fidget, The Critters and in the last, the kids that used to come and go from PlayTime Co.

Hardly even teases but occasionally points certain things out

Absolutely ADORES when his lee(s) snorts or squeal when he tickles them cuz he finds it cute

If he gets into a ler mood, he gives the nearest person an “innocent” smile

Sometimes uses raspberries on specific occasions

The type to sing nursery rhymes while tickling people

Calls different people’s different things when he tickles them

Yarnaby: Giggle-Kitty

The Smiling Critters: Little Squeaky Toys

Fidget: Little Miss Hiccups

Huggy and Kissy: Hug-Bugs

Pianosaurus: Tickle Tunes

you get the point

Hugs his lee(s) afterwards to apologize in a way

Genuinely wants to make sure his lee(s) are okay and making sure he didn’t go too far

[legs-like-jelly]

Now that you had the energy to draw... Lee!Knock Out pls.........

nnnnnnnnnnnnnnno

just kidding, here u go!!

[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

[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.

[illuminathing]

Just a vore dump