#until u get him going off about something he enjoys. not much else to add tho he seems quiet. also vvv smart

[anisespice]

tokyo revengers boys when their horny but their s/o is too busy to deal with their shit? (u can add bonten-)

aye aye, anon! 🫡 needy men are my favorite flavor 🤤 thank you so much for your patience, and requesting ♡♡♡

pairing: tr x gn!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI. cursing, vague descriptions of sex, teasing, mild nipple-play, empty threats, crack!fic coded behavior, a tiny pinch of barely-there angst in mikey’s with a hint of misogyny, and i think that’s it :D feel free to lemme know if i missed anything!

notes: something about this request screamed sano to me, and maybe even throw sanzu in the mix for a little treat ( ˘ ³˘). also may have strayed a little from the original plot of the request, but the premise is fairly the same >:)) hope you enjoy !!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow

“Get outta there.”

Though your tone sounded stern, your demeanor remained placid as you continued typing on your laptop, making no move to actually stop the hands from creeping inside your sweater. You were well aware of their destination, and it was anything but harmless. SHINICHIRO was latched onto you the moment he arrived at your place, excited to spend his day off alone with you, and away from the prying eyes of his siblings for once. Rarely did the two of you get alone time due to your conflicting schedules, savoring the moments you did get without outward distractions in the way.

Things were going great for the most part…until your boss decided to dump busywork into your email, last minute.

“…tell ‘em to go fuck himself, so you can focus on fucking me,” Shinichiro grumbled into your shoulder, calloused hands feeling up your chest with slow, deliberate touches. You chortled, masking the small moan that nearly slipped out when he gently grazed your nipples.

“Good idea, Shin. But wait, oh shoot, fucking you won’t exactly pay my bills, now will it? So, knock it off.”

“Who says it won’t? I’ll pay your bills for the next month, hell, the next six months, if it means you’ll let me just stick it in, baby, please..”

You hissed through your teeth at the small pinch he gave your sensitive nubs, dick damn-near throbbing against your lower back as he rutted against you. Should’ve known sitting on his lap while you worked would backfire, poor thing’s so wound up, you felt a little bad. It’d been nearly three weeks since you and Shinichiro had even a second to breathe the same air, let alone touch each other.

You weren’t immune, craving a taste of him just as much, there’s nothing you wanted more than to succumb to his persuasion. But, having been on bad terms with your tyrant boss one too many times, you couldn’t afford to procrastinate.

“Shini,” you spoke, breathless as he suckled on your neck, growing more bold with his touch, “a-as much as I’d love for you to do that for me… you don’t exactly have the funds to make such an offer.”

He huffed, nipping playfully at your pulse. “I’ll get another job. Good? Good, problem solved, can you take your clothes off now?”

“Tempting…but no. Appreciate the sentiment, though.”

Shinichiro whined in the crook of your neck. His hands slowed to a stop inside your sweater, slipping down to rest on your tummy instead. It sent a tiny shiver up your spine, but was ignored all the same as you attempted to resume typing, seeming to have put a damper on his resolve. Or, so you thought.

Not even a minute passed when you felt his fingers searching for something else to play with. Something that has been calling his name since he waltzed through your front door. “Shin…”

Your warning fell upon deaf ears. Shinichiro merely shrugged, feigning innocence while his hands breached the waistband of your sleep-shorts, stopping right at your pelvic bone. Leaning back in the chair, the ravenette spread his legs further apart, forcing yours to do the same, giving him even more access to your already accessible center. Despite his lanky stature, homie had grip—Try and close your legs all you want, you’ll pull a muscle before pulling out of it. Your heart was borderline going Macarena, focus jumbled up to the point there were more typos than words in the report you tried completing.

You huffed, though your tone sounded less stern compared to the first time. “Shinichiro. If you don’t let me finish my work…I’ll ban your dick from ever entering me or this house for a whole month.”

On any other given day, that empty threat would’ve done the trick, hands flying off you so fast you’d think he got electrocuted. But, this wasn’t any other given day. This was already a two-week long hiatus of his most favorite place to be, in between your legs, and the only thing keeping him from it was your lack of underwear beneath thin-cotten shorts. Threaten him if you must, but it won’t work.

You weren’t fooling anyone.

Playing hard to get could take you so far, but he knew you were mere moments from crumbling to your desires you tried so hard to suppress, no shot you’d last another day, let alone a month. He was determined, and you were being stubborn—An immovable object verses an unstoppable force. Eventually, someone had to give. And it wasn’t about to be you.

It went on like that for another few minutes, him feeling you up and you batting him away. It only worsened the second he went further in your shorts, teasing your sex until you soaked through the fabric. You could feel his smug grin against your shoulder, no doubt thinking he was winning this battle. However, Shinichiro wasn’t aware of your trump card, your Charizard, if you will.

It’s a dirty trick. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

By slamming your fists atop of the table, startling him right out of your shorts, you turned to look him dead in the face, and said, “Don’t make me call Mikey.”

The mechanic widely blinked. But, his shock was short lived as he fixed you a sarcastic look, bringing his slick-coated fingers up to the light and right into his mouth to be even more obnoxious. After pulling them out with a wet pop!, Shinichiro called your bluff.

“You wouldn’t.”

“And would. Emma’s probably dying to catch up with me anyway, since I haven’t been around as much lately. And we both know Mikey would come just to spite you.”

As you continued to hold his stare, not backing down or giving any indication that you were joking, the sardonicism began to melt off his demeanor, and soon realization took its place. Shortly after that, betrayal. How could you be so cruel? He was already competing with an inanimate object, he’ll be damned if his siblings get added to the list. Taking a moment to weight his options, or lack there of, his face soon resembled a kicked puppy with his bottom lip stuck out and everything; you could’ve sworn his eyes started to water. “t’s not fair…been waiting all damn day…”

“I know, baby. But I need you to hang on for just a little longer f’me, okay? And once I’m done, then I’m all yours.” You cooed, placing a small peck on his nose as an olive branch. It seemed to do the trick, his frown softening as he pointed at his lips, puckering them. You snorted, but happily obliged, even placing a few more across his face until you got a smile. Shinichiro soaked up whatever he could as he leaned into you for more.

When it seemed he was satisfied, you turned back to continue working…only for the ravenette to try his luck one more time. “Can I get one here, too?”

You peered at him from over your shoulder—Give you one guess where he was pointing, wearing that all too pleased grin from before. You deadpanned.

“…I’m calling Mikey.”

“NoOO—”

—

“That’s considered sexual harassment, Mr. Sano.”

If he could time travel, MIKEY would beat the breaks off his past-self for ever encouraging you to fill the role of secretary at his work. At first, it seemed like a fantastic idea—Standing at his side, his pretty little assistant, wearing a tight uniform that left nothing to the imagination. He’d bend you over his desk and fuck you anytime he pleased, you’d call him Sir, and walk around the office filled to the brim with his cum until time to go home, then he’d fill you up all over again—The perfect work-life balance.

However, the gangster didn’t account for one teensy thing—You, actually taking the job seriously, and setting professional boundaries the moment you were hired on the staff. No matter if you’d be practically all over him in the car moments prior to clocking in, the second your kitten heels touched the marbled floors of the lobby…he wasn’t your lover anymore. He was your boss.

And he hated it.

“Sexual harass—You’re my s/o, [______].”

“Not within these walls, I’m not.” You continued reading one of the files left on your desk to review for tomorrow’s meeting, only for it soon to vanish right before your eyes. After a long blink, you held out an expectant hand to the stubborn blonde. “May I have that back, please?”

“No.”

“Mr. Sano-”

“If you address me formally one more time, I’ll take you right here in the middle of this hallway. Try me.” He hissed, holding the file out of reach.

You pursed your lips, fighting a grin. Seeing him get so worked up over not being able to get his dick wet was entertaining to say the least, but you were well aware he wasn’t kidding. Clearing your throat, you attempted to tread lightly as your expression morphed back to neutral.

“Alright. Mikey,” his eye twitched, but you continued, “would you be so kind as to let me finish reading the material for your meeting tomorrow? I would hate for anything to be amiss because I didn’t do a thorough review.”

“Tch. Where’s Kakucho? I distinctly remember assigning this task for him. Not you.”

You raised a brow. “You sent him on an impromptu errand to fill up the time he was spending ‘idling at my desk’. You remember that?”

Mikey averted his gaze. “…Don’t recall.”

“‘course you don’t,” you exhaled. “Mikey, with all due respect-”

“Not that name either.” He commanded, slapping the file back on the desk before placing his hands upon it to lean forward, towering over you. You couldn’t fight the grin this time, tilting your head up at him, amusement in your gaze.

“That’s your name, is it not?”

Mikey glared. “You know that isn’t the one I’d prefer you to use.”

With a shrug, you easily replied, “It’s what most of your employees call you. And last time I checked, that included me-” Mikey was quick to grab your chin, forcing you to look deep into his dark, deranged eyes. Man’s was definitely toeing line of his limit, and you were pushing it.

“And last time I checked, you aren’t like most employees. You’re my partner who’s working on my last nerve, and should really consider dropping this whole ‘professionalism’ act before I remind them why they were hired in the first place. And no, it wasn’t for your work ethic and attention to detail, or whatever bullshit Koko told you in the interview.”

Ouch.

Not to say you didn’t figure there were ulterior motives behind getting approved for the job, especially under the circumstances that you were heavily under-qualified to work in their type of environment. But, you tried your damnedest to keep up, do your part, and not be a burden on the team. For him to call it nonsense and boldly confirm such suspicions outloud? You think he realized his mistake the second your face reverted back to its neutral state. Wiggling out of his grip, you leaned back in the chair with your arms tightly crossed to your chest.

“That so? Well then, Michael, how ‘bout I remind you why a man shouldn’t mix his business with his pleasure. Things could turn ugly for him, maybe even end up losing both a loyal employee and a lover all in one day. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Out of all the names, that one made him cringe the most. A clear indicator of his grandiose fuck-up, one that if he didn’t fix immediately, he’d soon suffer the consequences. And your wrath.

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that. It came out wrong-”

“Oh, I’m sure it didn’t. You’re a man who speaks his mind, after all.”

Mikey, though subtly, panicked. This wasn’t at all how he expected the conversation to go. But, it’s not his fault! It was his dick doing all the driving. With you working for Bonten, his long hours became yours, and by the time you both got home, sex became scarce due to your exhaustion. He was immune to the taxation of the job, while it was kicking your ass. And to top it off, he couldn’t even cop a feel of his own s/o, in his own damn building, because of ‘power imbalances’ between a boss and secretary that was ‘socially unacceptable’, according to you…as you work for the biggest crime syndicate in all of Japan.

Flawed reasoning aside, it drove him insane.

But, no thanks to his lust-clouded brashness, if Mikey thought getting some action at work was difficult, his chances at home just got a whole lot worse. He’d be lucky if you even slept in the same bed tonight.

“[_____],” he sighed, reaching over to grab your hand, though you moved it away at the last second. “You do a fantastic job here, angel. Exceeded all my expectations, actually-”

“Well, based on the merits of why you hired me in the first place, that doesn’t sound like much.” At that point, you went back to reviewing the file he threw back on the desk, seeming disinterested. But, Mikey knew better.

He’d hurt your feelings. To be reduced to nothing but eye candy for him, when you were busting your ass off like everyone else, it stung. It was playful at first, but now the blonde had crossed a line. With determination, Mikey removed the file from your sight once more, rounding the desk before crouching down so he could level with you this time.

You allowed him to take your hands in his, still indifferent. Mikey spoke with a tenderness only reserved for you, one that never failed to melt any cold front you built to wane his efforts.

“I was being childish. I shouldn’t have diminished your role like that, and I apologize for making you feel like your work isn’t appreciated. I’m glad to have you as my loyal employee. Even if a visit in my office from my lover from time to time wouldn’t be too bad, either…”

His words trailed off, along with his gaze as he reminisced. You chortled, shaking your head. Mikey looked back at you, ghost of a grin on his face. “I’ll back off. Promise.”

You raised a brow, skeptical. “You mean it?”

“Mmhm. Under one condition.”

You groaned, “Mikey-”

“Manjiro.”

“Oh, is that the condition?” He lightly pinched you for the snark, resting his head on your lap. But, before you could reprimand him for his inappropriate position, your words catch in your throat.

His stare was intense as they gazed up at you with hidden hunger, the tenderness still swimming in the inky pools, but not as present compared to moments ago. Mikey licked his lips, nuzzling against your plush thigh.

“Work less hours. Don’t want you to run yourself ragged trynna keep up with the rest of us. We’ve been doing this line of work a lot longer than you have, baby. No need to overcompensate. I’m already proud of you.”

Steadily did those words make your heart melt, until your were practically mush once they’ve set in. To hear his pride in you almost made you kick your feet, for that was all you really wanted at the end of the day—Acknowledgment. Validation. Praise. And working less hours would definitely benefit in more ways than one, more so on your mental health. You won’t lie and say this new job hasn’t been a challenge, all the talk about blood, death and drugs, one could only handle so much.

“Thank you..Manjiro.” He lit up at the sound of his name spilling sweetly from your lips. “I greatly appreciate you saying that. But, what’s the catch?”

He hummed, hands releasing yours to caress your calves all the way back up to your hips. Mikey didn’t pull nor tug, more so just holding you in place as he continued to watch you like a hawk. Eventually he shook his head, tresses fluttering with him as they curtained the sides of his face.

“No catch. Work your hours, I’ll leave you be…But once those hours are up, you better be sitting pretty on my desk with your reports in one hand and your underwear in the other, waiting for me to choose between my business and my pleasure. Deal?”

—

“Pout all you want, I’m not sitting on your face.”

When you informed your darling SANZU that your Saturdays were strictly for housework, he honestly thought you were joking—What idiot in their twenties would spend the weekend doing that?

Evidently his idiot, that’s who.

Imagine his surprise when he showed up, unannounced, ready to have you on every piece of furniture, only to be threatened with a feather duster the second he went to grab your ass. “Paws off. I already changed the sheets on my bed, cleaned the bathroom, the kitchen, and mopped the floors, so unless you’re here to help dust or wipe windows, keep it in your pants, Haruchiyo.”

Needless to say, he wasn’t the happiest houseguest.

After the long work week he’s had, Sanzu was looking forward to locking the two of you in the back all weekend, going at it like rabbits with no other purpose but keep the neighbors up—Pretty much until the room stank. But, thanks to this cleaning ritual of yours, that wasn’t about to happen anytime soon. Especially not with the various scented candles you were burning to hide the potent smell of bleach and pine-sol. God, he was getting such a headache from overstimulation…and not the good kind.

“This is such bullshit,” he groaned into the couch, where you banished him after he tried to bend you over the washing machine while you were loading another basket of dirty clothes. “Why’d you even invite me over if we weren’t gonna do anything…”

You paused from folding, side-eyeing him. “I didn’t invite you.”

“You said you were staying in all day. That’s practically code for: I’m bored, come dick me down.”

Your laugh had snuck up on you, racking through your entire body to the point you had curled forward. The leap he took to draw such a conclusion nearly gave you whiplash as you attempted to regain composure. “Maybe for freaky-fucks like you, but the rest of us usually mean it as something mundane. Like, oh I dunno, doing chores.”

“On a Saturday?? What ‘re ya, 80??”

You shrugged, placing another item onto its respective pile. “You don’t have to stay, y’know. If you have something better to do, then by all means, don’t let me keep you.”

Sanzu abruptly sat up from his position, the clothes you had laid on his back flopping onto the floor, instantly losing their folded shape. You shot him an annoyed glance, but figured some of the blame was yours for using his skittish-ass for a table. The pinkette wore a pitiful look, wide cerulean eyes piercing right through you as he gave a defiant punch to the couch cushion, “Was ‘posed to be doing you! And you are keeping me from doing that!”

With a huff, you set aside the pile you were currently working through to gather up the clothes that he so rudely let fall to the floor. “Unfortunate. Now lay back down, and be a good table. Since you wanted to be chair so fucking badly.”

“Piss off.”

He absolutely laid back down.

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[wolfjackle-creates]

broski I beg of u to tell me about your Danny is Clark’s nephew wip im so intrigued

@hailsatanacab also asked about this one! I shared two snippets for them so check out Part 1 and Part 2. (about 900 words total between the two asks.)

This was inspired by the discussion on a prompt you made ages ago, actually! Here's the post. The main prompt isn't the inspiration, however. It was the comment about Danny joining the JL and [insert spiderman meme here].

Let's see if I have anything I can add. (I changed things enough when posting the first bits that everything else I have doesn't fit anymore.)

Eh, fine. Just went through and wrote another 600 words.

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Danny winced. “Yes, Uncle Cl— Kal. Uncle Kal.” Danny glanced next to him and realized Constantine had moved several feet away and was deliberately trying to not attract attention. He bit back a smile and pulled on the Prince Phantom persona Queen Dora had forced him to learn. “Thank you for your assistance, Laughing Magician. I now declare our deal complete and will make no further claims on you.” He waved his hand producing a piece of parchment which he handed over. “As promised, your payment.”

Constantine grabbed the paper and backed away quickly. “Great. Glad to do business with you, your highness. Hope your family reunion goes well. I’ll just—” he jerked a thumb over his shoulder, then changed something and disappeared through a portal even as several of the League members present tried to yell at him to stop.

Danny rolled his eyes as he fell back into his more relaxed demeanor. “Oh, please. What more did you want from him? I’ll talk to Uncle Kal and he can decide what is important to pass on. Magician Constantine already told you most of what he knows.”

“Just… come on, Danny,” said Uncle Clark. “We need to talk.”

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Finding a place to talk to Danny wasn’t the problem, Clark quickly realized. Shaking off his coworkers, however… Bruce in particular did not want to be left out. And Wally was too curious to be put off.

“Danny?” called Clark when he realized the kid wasn’t with him.

“By the viewing window,” said Bruce. “He seems to enjoy the view.”

“Right. Should’ve guessed.” Clark cursed himself silently for forgetting how much the kid loved space. “Batman, please. I know you like to know everything. But can I just talk to my nephew alone? I’ll explain everything I can after, but I need to know how this situation could’ve happened in my own family without my knowledge first without you being there inserting Opinions.”

“Very well. I’ll collect Flash and we’ll leave the two of you alone. But I expect a full report after.”

“I’ll make a peach cobbler, Ma’s recipe, and head to the Manor tomorrow to tell you everything.”

“I’ll let Nightwing know.”

Clark sighed. “I’ll make two cobblers.”

Bruce’s lips twitched upward, but he turned without saying anything more. “Flash! Since this matter is going to be delayed, I believe you still have to file your report on the incident last week.”

Clark chuckled as Flash protested. But he didn’t listen to their discussion, instead joining Danny by the viewing window. He settled an arm around his nephew’s shoulders. “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

“I can’t believe you get to come up here and look out at the stars any time you want.”

“I don’t get up here as much as I’d like, I’m afraid. And when I am up here, it’s because something somewhere is going wrong so I don’t get to appreciate it as much as I’d like to.”

“So, if you’re an alien, does that mean Dad’s an alien, too? Is that why he is the way he is? Am I part alien?”

Clark laughed and ruffled Danny’s hair. Like this, it felt almost insubstantial, like passing his hand through mist. “Fraid not, kid. No one knows why your dad is the way he is. I can’t remember how often he was tested for the meta gene.”

“Once a year every year from the time he was six until he was twenty-two and graduated undergrad and started living on his own. Then he stopped for a few years. Until he started dating Mom. He accidentally broke her apartment door once and she insisted he get tested again.”

Clark wanted to laugh, but all he could remember was Danny’s earlier statement. “Danny… Are you…safe with your parents?”

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Again, anyone is free to continue this! If anyone wants, I can combine everything into one post to make it easier to do so.

[scremogirl]

HEAR ME OUT PLS!... reader whos fine w casually/non casually/no romantic fucking... this prompt is sickening LITERALLY as long as reader gets birth control/condoms theyre ay-okay with it

(doesnt need 2 be added:D FIND WHAT U THINK SUITS UR WRITING ATM)

example js

reader scrolling on their phone while nerd is rearranging their guts

or

council president railing reader while theyre in a mating press on a chair

or

childhood friend who didnt even have to ask you to take care of their problem since middle school(?)

seems like NONCHALANT!Reader but this reader just doesnt care abt what they want and just cares for their friends...in their own way...Add whatever u like sosa!!!! <3

stawppp it.

(presents an AFAB reader)

Yandere! Nerd has been so pent up lately and never has time to relive his stress. With all the club meetings, preparing for college and the love of his life ignoring him, it's obvious he's got a lot on his plate. Therefore, when he finally has the time to let loose, there's no way he could bother with protection.

"Please, baby? I know how much you like it raw anyways. You're still on the pill right? oh what he hell, it's not like you care that much. You have been a little snippy with him lately so he deserves this much. The only problem with is that you can't be bothered with putting in that much effort. So here you are now laying flat on your stomach while Yandere! Nerd pounds your brains out.

"Ugh fuckkk angel, it feels so gooddd," his heavy breathing and the light blush on your cheeks make you clench around him harder. You make him pull out as you roll yourself over on your back. You grab your phone again as he shoves himself back in you. You angle your camera to where your hips meet, occasionally aiming it at his face. He cums so much that when he pulls out some of it lands in the camera lens.

!Ping!

Angel😇💕💍: 1 attachment

Angel😇💕💍: srry I can't be there tdy. cramps and what not.

enjoy this instead :p

When do you get off your period again?

Sigh. How's he supposed to work like this?

Yandere! Council president rubs his temples and lets out a deep sigh of frustration. The council is having an after school celebration along with some club members because of last weeks fundraiser.

They did well but someone needs to count all of the funds and there's no way he'll trust anyone else do it.

He stands from his chair opening the door, on his way to tell them to keep it down bug to his surprise your on the other side of the door.

"What're you doing here?"

"I go to school here," he sighs at your blunt behavior.

“Yes, I know that. I mean what are you doing at school after hours?" you held up a bag of food and he already knew what you were gonna say before you said it. He opens the door to let you in, relived that at least one thing can cheer him up.

"Besides." you continue

"I'm horny. I was gonna get a quick one out before I went back but then I remembered you were here. I can obviously see your not feeling well and Im in the mood for something rough: take it out on me,"

The chair bangs against the table as you legs are pressed against your head. Who knew you were this flexible? He'll have to keep that in mind for later, right now he's focused on shooting his load as deep as he can. The music outweighs your moans and isn't until you here a loud bang on the door that you stop.

"(Y/N)? You in there? We're about to start truth or dare. Julie's gonna dare Chris to jump ass naked into the school pool. You don't wanna miss it." says a voice from outside the door.

“I’ll - fuck I'll be out in a second. Ate to much, ugh dip y'know; a little full," and with that they leave.

Yandere! CP turns your face towards him with an animalistic sneer.

"The only thing you'll be full of is my cum."

Please take a plan B 🙏🏾

(You guys are seniors here!!!)

Everyone's masturabted before, let's be honest.

Curious minds wanting to feed their growing sexual appetite. So when Yandere! Childhood friend came to you about his little problem, it was your duty as his best friend to help.

"(Y/N) it hurtssss! Just look how red the tip is!" on queue it twitches and pulses under your gaze.

Jeez the guy has no shame does he? He grabs the base, stroking his hard cock under his strong palm. It didn't take you much conniving since you were already on your knees before him.

"Oh shit baby! Gonna let me pump it all down your throat? Ughh, gonna-gonna milk all of it outta me princess I swear,” he says between pants, continuing throat fuck you. His orgasm nears as he grabs the base of your neck and forces you down on him. Spit and cum dribbling down your child and into your chest. He paints your face and swipes his fingers on your face before forcing it back into your mouth. After you all cleaned, you stand to your knees After you all cleaned, you stand to your knees sitting on the couch turning on Lilo and Stitch.

"Make some popcorn for us will ya?"

You literally suck the soul outta him and then ask him to do something other than go another round; he’s gonna do it but damn 😭

[ellabsblvd]

Hmm for Lo’ak how about..

Him feeling extremely insecure due to him having some “sky people” traits such as 5 fingers, eyebrows, etc and people constantly telling him he has “demon blood”

We obviously come to the rescue though with kisses, and he’s all soft and subby laying with his back on the ground and we’re just kissing all his “insecurities” away.

Feel free to add in anything else you think would be a good idea 😉

i hope u don't mind that i turned this into headcanons! 💌

insecure lo'ak headcanons ⚘

sfw :

he obvi has his own features he's not so fond

you often find him comparing himself to neteyam

he'll say stuff like :

"why can't i look like him? why can't i look normal?"

he barley shows this with deep emotion because he doesn't want to be a burden but will talk if you ask

he adores you so much that he's slowly being convinced out of his insecurities due to your kind words.

he loves it when you kiss his hands, face, or any part of his body he doesn't like

lo'ak feels so at peace with you because you make him feel so welcomed, so normal

often he will come into your marui unannounced when he's feeling really down

crawls over to you like a dog LMAO and just plops himself on top of you,

he wants u to hold him like he's ur baby and that's what you'll do!!!

he kisses spots on your face (brow bone, eyes, lips) when he's feeling insecure about his

NOBODY can cheer him up like you do.

every time you give him a sweet pep talk, he always gets so mushy and soft

he shows his appreciation and thanks by physical affection

kiri will tease him a lot about certain features because she also shares them, but doesn't know how personal lo'ak takes it ☠️ so he goes to you to complain

"she called me unibrow today! my eyebrows are thinner than hers!"

he is never shy or hides his hands or face cause he likes the way you praise and support his avatar/human-like features :)

nsfw:

lo'ak looooovessss it when you give his hands attention!!! lo'ak with a hand kink!!! i said it!!!

anything that ranges from a hand massage to sucking on his fingers, he'll whine and beg you to do it

"please... it feels good when you use your mouth..."

after training or hunting he'll come to your marui (or shared one)

and will touch your body all over until you grab his hands and kneed them into yours, it drives him NUTS

after a while he'll start whining and moaning because it feels so good.

you'll say something like "show me what those hands do."

you say it as a joke and internally cringe but it genuinely turns him on ☠️

he loves it when you use your hands too

his favorite position is when you're on top of him, kissing his face and rubbing his arms / hands

usually it's soft and wholesome but then soon enough a boner is rubbing against your thigh because he's enjoying it way too much

if you continue this without paying attention to his "problem" he'll end up cumming in his loincloth untouched anyways

with that being said, when you're sucking on his fingers during any type of sexual activity he cums immediately

he loves watching you enjoy the parts of himself he doesn't, it gets him off

there will definitely be times when you're in public and you subconsciously give him a hand massage since it's such a regular routine

you snap out of it when you hear heavy breathing and almost unnoticeable whines coming from your boyfriend

"baby- please not right now?"

he'll plead you to stop because it's embarrassing how much he enjoys it

but you'll tease him and say something like

"but i thought you love this lo'?"

it feels so amazing he doesn't want to stop you so he ends up excusing you both and going somewhere private

he doesn't like telling you exactly what he wants verbally because it's sooo humiliating for him. what if someone hears?

but you love to pry it out of him

he'll be tapping your thighs and rubbing your back or waist more than usual

you'll hit him with the "what do you want?" cus you know he wants something

"what? i cant touch my (partner) anymore?"

cause he's embarrassed

"tell me what you want, baby."

he'll start to get frustrated at this point

"you know what i want..."

this goes on until he's honestly begging you to touch him because lo'ak is stubborn and won't listen for shit unless it's 100% in his favor!

a/n: i love making headcanons omg?? if u see this and like it send requestsssss lolz

[gaybananabread]

AHHH, ok ok. This is my first time like ordering anything so I’m nervous asf. But I’d like oranges, grapes and cherries with Ler!Jax and Lee!Pomni. Obv everything platonic, and like, go nuts with the plot. (Idk if this is worth mentioning pero I have this silly little headcannon that Pomni squeaks like a squeaky toy when squeezed so like, IF YOU WANT, you can add that.)

IF YOU DONT DO THIS ONE ITS OKK, I rly enjoy your writing and hope you have a great day/ night, tyy <33

Fruit(s): Oranges, Grapes, Cherries

Aww thank you Anon! You’re all good, and love that Pomni would absolutely become a dog toy (¬‿¬). Jax is definitely interesting to write for, and I like playing around with his asshole-ness. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Jax

Summary: Pomni is still getting used to the circus, anxious and uneasy in the new environment. Jax tries to help out, though he does it in his own annoying way.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

In the circus tent, small NPCs ran wild, knocking things over and babbling nonsense. They were like the Gloinks, but so much worse. Caine had dipped on them once again, leaving the characters to fend for themselves. Zooble peaced out, but the others were stuck with them.

It took nearly the whole day, but they had managed to contain the little monsters until Caine came back to woosh them away. For most of the characters, it was weirdly routine. For the newest arrival, however, it was more than off-putting. Pomni just felt…out of place in the digital world. She wandered around the tent, trying to calm herself down.

-

Jax was walking around, trying to find something to do. He would have messed with Ragatha, but her and Gangle were having some kind of “girl’s day.” Ugh…he wanted no part of it. 

Just as he was considering going to explore the forbidden rooms, he heard the faint jingling of bells. Pomni must’ve been “exploring” the grounds again. While she wasn’t his usual target, the jester would probably keep him entertained until something else happened.

The smug and confident smirk he always wore shrank as he approached her. Pomni looked so…so tired. Tired and way too wound up. Still, he sauntered over, trying to gauge just how upset she was. “Hey, newbie. You sane after that horror show?”

Pomni flinched at his voice, taking a second to register what he said; she’d been spacing out for most of the day. “U-uhm…yes? Why?”

He rolled his eyes, trying to act as aloof as possible. “Really? ‘S just that ya look like you’re about to fall apart. Hey, you think that’s possible here?” Jax cared about how she was doing, but he had an image and a rep in the circus. No way he was jeopardizing that.

“Shut up, Jax…” She turned away from him, rubbing her arm and looking down. The girl felt crummy enough; she didn’t have the energy to deal with his junk. 

He chuckled, leaning down and getting eye-level with her. Jax was bored, yes, but he didn’t want to see Pomni so down. Might as well try and cheer her up. “Aww, c’mon Pom-Pom! Try a smile; it won’t kill ya!” He reached out, trying to poke her side in an attempt to get her to smile. Before he could even get close to her blue side, she gasped softly and jerked away from his hand. Oh…that’ll work.

The look on his face was a dead giveaway to his plan. “Jax, no! I swear, don’t you even think abo-KYAH!” Pomni was cut off by a sharp poke to her stomach, whatever she was trying to say lost in a squeal.

“Oh, I’m doin’ more than think about it~” Jax’s voice was smug as ever, his gloved hands wrapping around her middle and wiggling them into her sides. The bunny crouched down, just so he could whisper in her ear. “Tickle tickle, Pomni~”

Squeaky and bright giggles bubbled out of her, only making Jax’s smirk grow. Pomni was much less amused, kicking and wriggling around in his grip. “Y-youhuhu prihick! Gehet ohoff mehehe!”

“Nah, don’t think I will.” One fun thing the purple rabbit noticed; Pomni was blushing. Really blushing, so brightly that it put the circles already on her cheeks to shame. So, of course, he called her out on it.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could blush like that, newbie!” He cooed, making sure to poke up and down her ribs as he spoke. “Thought bright red was crybaby’s thing, but you go girl~” 

“Sh-shuhut uhuhuhup!” The bells on Pomni’s hat jingled with every sharp jolt and tug, only making the scene funnier. Jax was thoroughly enjoying himself; he had maintained his vibe while also making Pomni smile. True, he was being a bitch about it, but it was working.

Wanting to try something else, Jax clamped both hands firmly on her sides, giving them a nice squeeze. Nothing could’ve readied him for what happened next. “Jahahax! Wouhuld you- *squeak*” 

Suddenly, his hands stopped moving, giving her a quick breather as the shock and amusement set in. After a few seconds, a loud bark of laughter escaped him, his voice more playful than it had been the whole time. “No *sproing*-ing way… You squeak?!” 

Without any further warning, he dug into her sides, rapidly squeezing them in the hopes of more squeaks. “J- *squeak* COHOHohome ohon! Quihihit- *squeak* JAHAX!” The sound was almost like a dog toy’s squeaker; it endlessly amused Jax, leaving the rabbit wanting more and more of the adorable sound.

“This has gotta be my favorite quirk of yours, squeaky-toy!” He squeezed and poked along her sides, sneaking a quick rib scribble in every few seconds. Best day ever…

“P-PLEHEHE- *squeak* NOHO! JAHAX!” While he was more than enjoying the squeaks and laughter, he could tell Pomni was wearing out. Not wanting to potentially get on Ragatha’s very-bad side, he stopped squeezing the jester. “Alright, alright, no more squeezes. That was fun, though~”

Pomni went almost limp in his arms, trying to catch her breath. She looked up at him expectantly, expecting to be released. Jax only laughed at her expression. “Oh, newbie, no. I never said I was done~” The ever-growing blush on her cheeks made him smile wider, his almost haughty confidence growing.

He tested out her neck, smirking at the surprised giggles he received. “You’re just a walking tickle-spot, aren’t ya? There anywhere you ain’t ticklish?” Deciding to be a bit merciful, he kept the tickling to light scratches, exploring the area. 

Much to his surprise, Pomni’s giggles softened, her body going almost slack against his. Jax wondered if he’d managed to kill her for a second, but he soon realized that she was just…enjoying it. Pomni wasn’t trying to push at his hands anymore; she just grabbed his wrists and loosely hung on.

“Aww, Pomni! You like this, don’t ya~?” He continued lightly tickling underneath her chin and the front of her neck, basking in the lazy giggles and lax squeals he got. Jax had no idea how someone could practically melt from getting tickled, but he wasn’t gonna question it. 

“Ihihihi- shuhuhut ihit…” Pomni could’ve had a better response, but she was too comfy to try. While he was still tickling her, it felt much more relaxing and nice in that spot. She could’ve stayed there all day…

Quickly realizing the jester was about to fall asleep on him, Jax stopped and patted her back. Pomni took a few shaky breaths, residual giggles still squeaking out in her daze. The bunny boy just chuckled, trying to help her wake up, in a sense. “You’re good, I’m done, wakey-wakey.”

Pomni was tired, though, and feeling like mild revenge. She just leaned into the purple boy, closing her eyes and letting the sleepy relaxation take over; girl was out in seconds. 

“...Pomni?” Jax’s smirk slowly fell, his brow-area bunching. She hadn’t moved in a few seconds, though he could see her breathing. Did she… That little-

Seeing her asleep on him felt strangely similar to a kitten napping there. It felt wrong to move… “*boing* it…”

Hopefully Ragatha and Gangle will be done soon…

[dionysism]

do u want to rant abt theseus or any greek hero with various perceptions here ??

why yes! i certainly do!

okay theseus. this is my personal thoughts on him and it's not all based in mythos (some is but i definitely derail from it a bit with him i just Love to spin him around in my brain) and some of it does happen to line up with how the hades game characterized him which is funny and so personally catering to me but i'm not necessarily referring to his hades counterpart. but you could certainly read it in relation to him if you wanted!

i think theseus is really interesting and part of this comes from him having varying mythos from various accounts that all have their own take on him. some are sympathetic towards him (forced by dionysus to leave ariadne behind & he was so distraught that's what caused him to forget to change his sails) while others paint him in a less kind light (he just ditched her) and sometimes he's kind of stupid (going into the underworld with his best friend thinking they could capture persephone for the best friend to marry) and yet he's also very clever (out-witting and reversering the tatics onto his enemies in his six labors) so he's really fun to play with as a character because there's a lot you can do with him without really being "wrong" because it just depends on what you're pulling from & he has a lot. someone else mentioned it before in my tags and it's something i also find neat about him and it's that he's there for other hereos at their lowest (when herakles kills megara & the kids and his kindness to oedipus when everyone else is afraid his mere presence will curse them by proxy)

an interpretation of him i've always had (and i say interpretation because there isn't really anything that says theseus' confidence is a front in antiquity) is that he is secretly insecure and just overcompensates by acting very confident. and it's not to say that his insecurity has any real basis, with the six labors, the minotaur, divine parentage and so forth, he obviously is very successful and a great warrior. but you know. he had to earn it. he grew up in his mother's village and it wasn't until he moved the rock and claimed his father's sword & sandals and went to athens that he got his birth right. and his dad almost let him get poisoned until he recognized said sandals and sword 😭 and not long after that off to serve the city and slay the minotaur and it's like this post which is more about hades theseus but a good point and relevant he is the savior (and in many ways the mascot) of athens and poseidon is his parent too and i feel like all together this could add up to an extreme unwillingness to ever fail at anything ever. for god child theseus to fail is for athens to fail, and, you wouldn't want athens to fail, would you? of course not. i mean even the six labors. he didn't have to do that. he could have gone the quick & safe route by sea, and i mean yeah, obviously he didn't because this is greek mythology and there's no myth if he takes the easy path but it's also interesting to think about in the light of him needing to prove himself. and also, i think, he's a bit of an adrenaline junkie. like really enjoys the thrill of battle. maybe a little too much. like he's kind of a freak. i imagine a variation of him where the minotaur fight, with his bare hands (my fav depiction) was the most exciting experience of his life & he genuinely enjoyed the fight.

and him and ariadne. oh i love all kinds of varying takes and accounts and interpretations of them. theseus and ariadne are so fun. i mean really, any way you spin it (spin it.. like thread..). deceitful cunning theseus who feigns love for aid and leaves her behind once he gets what he needed. and yet, even then, he still took her with him. could've left her there in crete to face her treachery, if he cared so little, but he allowed her to flee with him. interesting! or perhaps, no, he did love her, perhaps more than anyone ever again, but a god had set his sights on her and so theseus had to let her go. and so stricken with grief was he that he forgot to change his sails, and well, how fitting, because he said he would change them if he was victorious, and was he? or even a ulysses dies at dawn type spin on them: neither of them care for the other at all! her using him purely as pr, "look how i've aided the hero in slaying the monster! and we're going to get married!" and him, "why, yes, of course i love you, and of course everyone will know we did it together!" only to spin around, take all the credit, and scorn her. (if you can't tell from my other posts i love udad theseus & ariadne lol) there's even one account he forgot her on naxos totally on accident and by the time he got back dionysus had already married her. which is just so?:$/?/ how do you forget to pack your fiancé 😭😭 i also like a take where he did love her, yes, but going back to that insecurity and unwillingness to fail i think he would be the type of person that would overthink things, assume you're going to leave him, and immediate respond by trying to save face and pride by leaving you first. i could see him on naxos in a moment of weakness and doubt thinking love gives her too much power over him and leaving her before she could hurt him. which, had they worked out, i don't think she ever would have. but i do like her with dionysus better anyway :P but ultimately no matter the variation i do believe theseus loved ariadne. even when he left her without divine influence, even in variations where it's despite himself. but i don't think they were meant to be.

and phaedra, oh god. he really did love phaedra. "how I long for it! long to lie dead. robbed as i am of the world of your love. your death is my death." & "you left me, you left, beloved one, finest of women seen by the light of the sun, or the starfaced night." (anne carson hippolytus trans) like i'm actually sick... robbed as i am of the world of your love are you kidding me. i think theseus is capable of so much love despite how many people think he's an asshole of a character. and i won't argue that he isn't also an asshole. because i mean yeah. but the love is there and i think you should know the love is there! theseus and phaedra. theseus "stain my clothes with the blood of your children i don't care i'm your friend." (paraphrased anne carson's herakles trans) theseus "never, i tell you, i will never shrink from a stranger, lost as you are now, or fail to lend a hand and save a life." (fagles oedipus at colonus trans) theseus "hateful to me is a gratitude that grows old. a friend who enjoys your prosperity but refuses to sail with your grief." (anne carson herakles trans) i mean i just. god. he's such a character to me.

but yeah tl:dr the theseus in my brain is a kind of insecure, overcompensating with over confidence, borderline adrenaline junkie that's ever endlessly proving he is The Great Theseus they all perceive him to be and gripping to this perception like a life line. if i am not the greatest i am nothing etc etc you get me. i think he can be selfish & an asshole but he is also full of love and proves this in how hes shown with phaedra, herakles, oedipus and, depending on your variation, ariadne. and again i definitely stray a little from mythos with my perception of him but it has its roots

& since you said "or any greek hero" i was also going to prattle off about my fav of all favs, odysseus, but this was wayyyyy longer than i intended it to be so i think i'm just gonna let theseus have this one for himself 😭

[nouveauxamoris]

i think u should post more design hcs... if i may suggest the big three in the bitch brigade :3

IM SO ON IT! just like the last design hc post, i’ll add little rundowns of some of the design traits!

DAZAI

my dazai design has gone thru a LOT of phases, as well as just a bit of exploration… a few common and solidified traits about him however:

- dazai’s very tan, and his hair is VERY curly, bordering coily. in my hc he’s ethnically mixed :3 (japanese and bangladeshi!)

- soft but sharp face, big nose, and soft big eyes. thick eyebrows too! i based his colour scheme off the manga one, so, dark brown almost black hair instead of a lighter brown, and dark brown eyes instead of a chestnut brown.

- SNAKEBITE PIERCINGS! in me nd the lovely @fiftyofhearts ‘ hcs (hes the asker here hai ethan :3), he got them done w ranpo and yosano.

- he’s fat. okay. i said so. the silhouette of his big ass clothes (the trenchcoat specifically) makes him look a little smaller, but thats still very much true.

- he’s scruffy. goes through periods of shaving vs not shaving but generally has a little bit of wispy facial hair more often than not. also, he’s transmasc!!! he binds w bandages also its not good. don’t do what he does. i don’t encourage unsafe binding

- 14 to 16-zai was very hyperfem. i don’t think he had that realization that he was trans until a liiiil bit later. maybe around 17? very subtly transitioned. i dont think he outwardly came out to many people other than probably chuuya, oda, and ango. everyone else just caught on eventually. he definitely went solely by his last name to disassociate from his deadname and eventually chose the name “osamu” as his first later on

- prisonzai is FULL of facial hair! his hair has gotten a lil longer too. that’s due to the fact that i’d imagine honestly his hair grows Very fast. and they’re not gonna give him a razor to shave this is literally prison

- he’s a lesbian btw

SIGMA

somehow, the sigma design has stayed relatively linear.

- LATINA SIGMA REALNESS!!!!!!!!!! a little ethnically ambiguous canonically because she was made from a book. duh. but tbh i think shes argentinian

- tan skin, very cool undertone. soft and droopy eyes, SUPER thick eyebrows, and white eyelashes. very round face and big and wide arched nose. she has a bit of a pathetic and sopping wet look to her, but she still looks very kind and gentle. most of the time while she’s masking (usually while working), that kinda works in her favour. adds to the warm and inviting feeling she’s got goin on. however, her resting face is very sad and miserable.

- she’s tall and lanky, kinda skinny. very lean and relatively average build. her colour scheme and outfit design is adjacent to the way she’s drawn in the manga. i love her so much but i dont like the anime depiction of her outfit… sorry bbg. she’s perfect in every way however

- i think generally, she’s very androgynous. enjoys dressing very androgynously too. you know how in stormbringer lippmann is described as like, so androgynous to the point where if he dressed femininely men would go crazy ‘nd if he dressed masculinely women would go crazy?? yeah. she’s got something similar goin on. switches between dressing femininely and masculinely and very in-between often. always doing something cute.

- in my eyes she is so transfem. no sort of medical transition, tho… just socially. came out that page serving cunt and she’ll continue to the day she dies

- she wears press on nails me-thinks. usually black almonds or stilettos, sometimes she switches it up to purple however.

- hair cut is kinda weird but like ???? its like if u mixed a hime cut w a wolf cut basically. or smthn like that. lots of layers. yes that’s her natural hair colour btw, she’s just cute like that.

- she’s also a lesbian btw

JŌNO

i’m only rlly getting into drawing jōno recently.. so lots of things keep changing. however, i HAVE decided on something.

- jōno is very much so blasian. lightskinted…. hair is pretty wavy but rests pretty straight just cuz of the haircut. the red is dyed btw. she didn’t care much abt the colour, someone asked to fuck w her hair, and she begrudgingly told them to go crazy. everyone seems to like it however, so she’s down w it.

- SMILE LINES. SMILE LINES AND EYE WRINKLES. product of keeping her eyes closed literally all the time. and her stupid smug resting face. she’s also filled with freckles and beauty marks. majority of them are on her face, but she’s definitely got some around her body as well.

- jōno is Tall. around 5’11” ethan has decided. she’s got a very graceful build but she’s NOT small, nor thin. lots of muscle and fat collecting around her thighs and legs, her strongest asset when it comes to physical strength methinks. have you SEEN how violently she’s able to kick people??? cmon now.

- very elegant woman in every aspect Except personality. i love her she’s actually SUCH a bitch

- again. TRANSFEM! if i like a male character.. heh… well… let’s just say they’re no longer male. (unless you’re dazai. he’s boybossing it up every day)

- she’s ALSO a lesbian btw

- i don’t have a lot to say for her i just love her so much omg

[distinguishedvoidkid]

This song is so final fifteen ugh

There is so much to unpack in this song so im gonna do that under the cut (u dont need loads of my ramblings taking up your page)

Step one, you say we need to talk

He walks, you say sit down, it's just a talk

He smiles politely back at you

You stare politely right on through

"I've got something to say. I know we ought to be talking about... It's probably best if I start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, 'cause if I don't start talking now, I won't ever start talking, right?"

"Yes, so... What's that lovely human expression? Oh, yes! Hold that thought. (chuckles) You see, I... I have some incredibly good news to give you."

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left, and you stay right

Mentions of left and right, which can be compared to left-wing and right-wing views, which is representative of their opinions on Heaven/Our Side

Between the lines of fear and blame

These are Aziraphale's options. Fear being refusing Heaven and being hurt by them, or blaming himself for leaving Crowley and thinking he has ruined a 6,000 year friendship and possibly something else.

You begin to wonder why you came

Crowley, wondering why he even bothered with his confession, thinking Aziraphale had left him

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Crowley confessed and Aziraphale tried to get them both something in Heaven, a life where they can make the world, Heaven and Hell better places. Both don't really understand why the other is disagreeing/leaving and they think they ruined everything

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Crowley, wanting a life with Aziraphale even if all of Heaven and Hell were against it, but unable to stop Aziraphale from going

Let him know that you know best

'Cause after all, you do know best

Again, both of them thinking they have the right idea; even if the other disagreeing or leaving, confused as to why this is happening

Try to slip past his defense

Without granting innocence

Lay down a list of what is wrong

"We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic."

The things you've told him all along

Their life together, as friends over six entire millennia, subtly showing love, kindness or empathy

And pray to God he hears you

And I pray to God he hears you

"Oh, God. Right, okay."

And where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice

You lower yours and grant him one last choice

"You and me, what do you say?"

"Come with me... to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command."

Drive until you lose the road

Or break with the ones you've followed

He will do one of two things

He will admit to everything

He (Crowley) will admit his hidden love to Aziraphale

Or he'll say he's just not the same

He (Aziraphale) will say he wants this but not on Earth; he wants to make a difference in Heaven

And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

How to save a life

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

Where did I go wrong?

I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life

How to save a life

How to save a life

If there is anything else you want to add, please say!!! Sorry for the long post and I hope you enjoyed the song as much as I do!

[kyuala]

WAIT real quick just before i start i want to say what i think their personalities will be like just to keep this here for future reference to see how much that perception will change

[silkythewriter]

Hello hello! U ´ᴥ` U

If i may request something! I would really appreciate some either romantic or platonic Alastor , Vox and anyone else from hazbin hotel that you feel would fit this prompt ૮ ・ﻌ・ა

Basically Reader is this cute puppy demon who looks, acts and sounds adorable and instantly confuses anyone for their reasoning as to why they are in hell…until ੯•໒꒱❤︎

They explain them their extremely tragic backstory(you don’t have to insinuate, go into depth for backstory; You may keep it as vague as possible in order to make your audience comfortable)

In short : Cute Reader with tragic backstory!

Ofc do no feel pressured to write this, please do whatever you want! ૮ ･ ﻌ･ა

🍰Cute reader with tragic back story 🍰

Summary: Reader is this cute puppy demon who looks,acts,and sounds adorable and instantly confuses anyone for their reasoning as to why they are in hell until They explain them their extremely tragic backstory

Small warning!: sorry for any spelling/ grammar mistakes and if their OOC!

Small note!: I absolutely love this idea thank you so much anon! <3 this is gonna be a HC and then kind of like a short story? I’m not sure how to explain it but you’ll see! I hope you still enjoy also these are romantic HC!

Fandom: Hazbin hotel!

Daily song suggestion!:

🦌Alastor📻

Your tail wagged softly behind you as you pulled the tray of cookies out of the oven, the sweet smell filled the room in a delightful way. Chattering could be heard in the main room as the hotel staff laughed and talked about all sorts of things. You smiled to yourself at this before yelling out “Cookies are done guys!” You yelled with a smile as you carefully scooped the cookies into a big container and carried them to the main room. You placed the cookies down on the small coffee table before slipping off you cooking mittens and putting them off to the side as you let your body relax on the couch. Everyone took a cookie happily and continued their discussion, they were talking about their life before death some were miserable and others bearable but then nifty looked over to you with a smile “Hey y/n how’d you get in hell? I mean you seem so nice!” Her high pitch voice asked questioningly. Everyone instantly turned their attention to you waiting for your answer, you hummed in acknowledgment as your eyes drifted to side a bit as if you were thinking. Finally you spoke up “ well it’s all kind of blurry now but if I can remember correctly it was because ( add your response here)” you said with a soft frown but you quickly made it a smile “but that’s all in the past now” you added saying it in a low but understandable wispier. Alastor was the first to react some how his un ending smile fell a bit before he quickly masked it “why didn’t you tell me dear?” His static voice asked. Your ears flattened as you frowned once again “I just..l didn’t want to burden you with it” you said rubbing the back of your neck, He quickly tilted his head to the side in confusion “why you would never!” He said all you could do was give a small smile as a blush spread across your face

HC:

He wouldn’t want to ask to much questions cause he himself had a bad passing but he is still curious

He won’t push your for more information but if you do go more in depth he would gladly listen! He’s a good talker and listener!

I you feel sad afterwards he’d excuse you and him out of the small party and go out wherever you want to cheer you up!

If anyone did anything (bad) to you in your back story he sends his shadow to search for that person and quietly discards Stops them from harming anyone else!

If you just want to stay in your room in silence and just stay with him he doesn’t mind that either! He can make you some tea if you want aswell!

Overall doesn’t over step your boundaries but he’s definitely interested if you have their name just for research purposes! He swears!

🖥Vox📱

Velvet,Valentino,Vox, and you were playing a question-answer game one where if you don’t answer you’d have to do a dare. It was velvets turn to ask a question and it was your turn to answer “Okay! So I’ve had this question for like a longgggg while! So uh howd you die/end up In hell? I mean look at you! Your like totally sweet!” She said in her quick voice as she looked at you. Vox gave her a glare before smacking her on the back of the head “Why would you ask that you idiot?” He huffed rubbing his forehead as she let out a small ‘owwwww’. You quickly calmed Vox down saying you don’t mind answering, you started a bit hesitant at first but you finally continued explaining how you ended up in hell. Once you finished the mood in the room had gloomed as everyone looked at you with wide eyes in surprise you quickly averted your eyes to not look at anyones. Vox cleared his throat before sliding his arm around your waist /arm and quickly getting both of you out of the awkward situation, he took you to his room and locking the door before pulling out a small snack stash and offering you your favorite snack before hiding the small box away again. You both sat in silence as he turned on something to watch to distract your mind from those awful memories. He doesn’t want you to share cause that’s not his spot to know but he’s here for you.

HC:

He doesn’t really want you to go into more detail unlike alastor he doesn’t wanna re open old wounds especially ones you have recovered from yet

He doesn’t ask or speak much during that time it’s just silence but strangely enough comforting silence

You don’t need him to to tell you everything’s gonna be okay because just with him next to you, you know it’ll be okay

But if you do vent or explain more he won’t stop you but wouldn’t exactly know how to comfort you with words I feel his more physical then anything sometimes

He makes sure no one EVER Asks again he doesn’t want you to remember history, he doesn’t want to see that look in your eyes as you explain what happened

Overall doesn’t push the subject just lets you do your own thing really but he’s here for you even if he can’t say it sometimes

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a place called home

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bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Request by @dora-wolfram-blog: Hi <3 so happy to see your requests are open! How about ex Avenger reader who can manipulate the forces of nature and she comes to help Sam? (Idk maybe calling fish from the sea so his family can sell and earn enough money for the boat?) There she meets Bucky who she briefly met after endgame and they get to know each other? Domestic stuff is my weak spot so thank you so much luv u <3

word count: 1.206 words.

warnings/tags: none. bucky being a gentleman and sam a pain in the ass as always.

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Saying that Bucky and you were friends wasn’t something exactly. You fought together a couple of times before you retired from superhero life. Like many of them, the war had finished and you chose calm over being a private agent. More or less like the ex-soldier, with the difference that he went to New York and you didn’t be able to find a home until Sam made you a call. He was quite the opposite of Bucky for you, connecting since the very first second you met. After he told you about his sister’s financial trouble, he offered you a roof to sleep under in exchange for your powers to control the tide and promote the movement of fish stocks. Of course, it was a hit, and you finally found peace in Delacroix. A celebration was inevitable, it was part of Wilsons’ DNA, but you weren’t expecting Bucky to show up with Sam; although he told you in your last call that they were working together. Or something like that.

As soon as your eyes laid on him among the crowd, you knew he had changed after more than six months without seeing each other. You couldn't help but feel happy for Bucky when you saw him smiling for the first time. He had a beautiful and innocent smile, seeming like a new man. Renovated, with want to live, enjoying playing with kids and talking to old men about war stories.

You had placed your back against an oak column, away from the crowd but close enough to check on everyone, in case they need help with anything. A beer was resting against your lips, doubting on continuing drinking, lost in your thoughts. There was something about Bucky going from one side to another, laughing unworried, that had fully captivated your attention. You weren't able to stop looking at him, chuckling when you saw one of Sam's nieces putting a magnet with the form of a crab on his left arm.

“I have that teen-in-love's face on camera”.

You frowned at Redwing some inches away from your face. As a response, you tried to slap it down. But your friend was faster than you controlling that thing.

“He looks good, uh?”

“Oh, shut up…” You replied by clicking your tongue and rolling your eyes, having a sip from your drink to put your eyes away to the sea.

“He asked if you'd be here… Just saying”.

“Shut up, Samuel!” You implored, rubbing the bridge of your nose.

As the night went on and the guests started to leave, Sarah asked you to take Jim and Jody home while she stayed there cleaning with his brother about the business. You were exhausted too, and she noticed it. And after saying your goodbyes, you headed to the parking where your car was stationed, carrying the younger Wilson onto your arms —peacefully sleeping— as his big brother was yawning loudly. At that point, you realized that it was going to be a tough mission to put them in the car.

“Wait! Lemme help”.

The male voice coming from behind you made you turn around and before you could react, Bucky was taking Jody from your arms to his. You smirked softly in response, looking for the key in the right pocket of your jacket to unlock the car. The soldier tucked the younger in the back seat, placing the belt around him as Jim occupied the other side of the SUV.

“It's been good to see you”. You said after closing the door, staying outside in front of him.

“Same”. He replied, not knowing what else to say.

Puckering your lips and clapping the key on your palm, you nodded with your chin, feeling the nerves running through your veins. “Good night, Bucky”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

You gave him your back, sighing inappreciably, to open the pilot's place and came in.

“He— Hey, wait”.

“Uh?”

“Sam told me… you were tired. I might give you a ride back home. I can wait for him there”. The offering made you glance towards him, already sitting in your car but with a leg rest on the ground. “If you want, I mean…”

Of course he did (...). That son of a bitch had the audacity to push you onto the other. You bit your inner cheek, landing your eyes on the wheel. Yes, you were tired. You woke up at five to sail with Sarah, then you organized the party and cooked for it. You hadn't had a single second of rest during the whole day. And Sam took advantage of it, feeling like he was some kind of Cupido. And you had to recognize that it was also very considerate coming from Bucky.

“I'd appreciate it… actually”. You ended up agreeing, stepping out to give him the keys and ceding your seat.

The ride was silent between the two of you, hearing some quiet indie music playing on the radio while you fought against your brain to stay awake. Luckily, it didn't take him too long to reach Sarah's house —although you were barely keeping your eyes open at this point. Again, he helped you with the kids, walking indoors and following you to their respective rooms. You tucked Jim and Jody on their beds, making sure they were comfy before placing a kiss on their foreheads and wishing them a good night. Bucky had rested his back against the wall, in front of the elder’s room, just waiting for you. And you could swear that you saw him briefly smirking because of the tenderness in your actions.

After closing the last door, you waved your head to urge him to follow you downstairs to the living room. With an exhausted sigh escaping your lips, you let your body fall on the sofa, curling on a side of it to give Bucky some space. You couldn’t help but yawn, turning on the TV by using the control remote.

“It’s good to have a home to come back”.

“Yeah… After all the shitty situations we’ve been through… We deserved a rest, don’t you think?” You replied grabbing a cushion from the floor, using it as a pillow over the armrest. “Sorry, I… I’m deadly tired…”

“Come here, that will hurt when you wake up”.

Bucky didn’t hesitate on beckoning to his arms, taking off his boots heel against heel to place both legs over the coffee table. You didn’t resist, knowing it would be comfier by his way. Sitting up, you lied to the opposite side, being wrapped instantly and snuggled against his warm body. Shameless, you rest your head on his right forearm, practically laying over his lap. But you felt good. You felt like it was a good reward after a long day, rolling down your eyelids and focusing on the caresses in your hair you didn’t know you needed.

For a moment, your mind wandered and fantasized about this last hour being part of your real life. Putting your kids to sleep and then cuddle with your husband till falling asleep. Smell Bucky’s strong and edgy scent. Your hands scratching his back. His fingertips stroking your scalp. Your legs laced (...)

Oh, God, Sam. What did you do?

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could u pretty please write some headcannons on dating gareth ? or just hanging out with him? i know it’s vague but i am willing to take anything you’ll give lmao

So I wrote this in one sitting after I saw this, so I can't promise any order to these or that they're super good, but I do enjoy these and had fun writing them, so I hope you enjoy reading them! (I might come back and add more tomorrow if I can think of anything else)

Also! I have more Gareth headcanons here and here if you're interested in those!

So hanging out with Gareth would be...an experience to say the least

Ofc everyone knows that he's like super chaotic and stuff and sometimes your hangouts are chaotic

He'll invite you to band practice and let you play his kit, whooping about how good you are and how much better you are than the rest of the bandmates

But you also have quiet hangouts

At some point in your relationship, you realize that if you sit with him and quietly play with his hair, he immediately calms down. Sometimes he'll fall asleep

It's handy when you're watching movies, you sit behind him with him between your legs, just slowly combing your fingers through his hair to calm him down

So sometimes when you hang out, you read

You two relax on the bed, with his back against your chest, your fingers combing through his curls

He reads the book aloud to you, whatever he picks off the shelf, or what you have in your bag

Gareth may not seem it, but he does actually enjoy literature

Can't stand the classics though, except a select few

He enjoyed the Hobbit, you made him read it

(He had told Eddie no for the longest time)

The Lord of The Rings would have bored him though, because of how fast his mind works and how fast he switches from task to task

But if you read it to him, he'll listen

Oh also

He prefers to read out loud because it helps him focus, especially when he reads to you

If you're the one reading, he needs to be doing something else to stop from getting bored

(this is why he annotates and writes in his books when he reads alone, it helps him focus)

But when Gareth reads, he does different voices for all the characters

Sometimes it's just silly and he's doing it to be obnoxious/funny

And sometimes he's really into it and he does the voices, iterating what he thinks they sound like

You two could sit and read all afternoon if his attention span allows it

If his mind is particularly loud, his body jittery with more energy than he knows to do with, you go out

Mainly for hikes through the woods

And I mean actually hikes, not a simple stroll through the woods, he needs to exert himself and get that energy out

You're just happy to come along with him

(Plus he has a habit of forgetting water and food, so you have to bring them along)

He's fond of picnics

So when you go out to hike, sometimes you stop in a particularly pretty spot and sit down and eat

You talk about nothingness while time wanes on, enjoying each other's company

Once you two found a spot with a bunch of flowers and you made him a flower crown

You cherish that memory

If you hang out with the others, he's much more rowdy

He teases you a lot more and is more outgoing when it comes to PDA

He definitely shows you off, and tried to make the others jealous by claiming you're the best partner

You play into it and are extra loving towards him

When you're with the others outside of band practice or school or D&D, Gareth usually suggests getting food

So you all cram in different cars and meet up at a diner

You and Gareth usually manage to snag a booth by yourselves

But when you don't, you sit across from each other

(You totally play footsie until one of you ends up getting kicked. Either by each other or by an exasperated hellfire member)

One time it was Mike who did the kicking groaning about how gross couples were

You and Gareth were overly obnoxious that time just to bother him

With a prestigious name like Gareth Benjamin Emerson II, he's ofc got money

His parents are bigshot lawyers up in the city

(he technically lives alone bc they're always so busy but that just means you can stay over more)

His house ends up the designated hang out spot during the summer, because he's got good air conditioning and a pool

You one hundred percent push each other in the pool

You do the thing

Where Gareth pushes you in, and when he offers a hand to help you out, you pull him in

Games of chicken are great

You two are always triumphant, mostly because you cheat

Even when you cheat against Eddie and Steve, who are the kings of playing dirty

Sometimes you can push them into the water before they get you guys

It's always fun, and you're always laughing when you're with him

It doesn't really what you're doing when you hang out, being close to each other is enough

[looneyxlupin]

Spy Jr. (Draco x Fem!Reader)

Summary: You were spying on Draco and he caught you. You might have had a moment with him which became heated..

Pairing: Dom!Draco x Switch!Reader

House: Reader!Hufflepuff

Time Period: 1997 (6 year)

Word Count: 2.8

Warnings: Swearing, absent father, public sex, humiliation, bullying, fingering, degradation.

A/N: I only reread some of this so at the end there might be grammatical errors. Hope everyone enjoyed this. I usually try to have like an open view on looks but this character does have brown eyes and looks somewhat like Severus Snape. Picture below is how I imagine her.

You told yourself you won't end up in this position. But here you are doing The Golden Trios dirty work. You think about how infuriated you are as you creep up on the three boys talking slyly to one another next to a door to a classroom.

"Potions is so easy," Draco triumphantly says to the others. You can tell this isn't an important conversation so you go back to the Great Hall where they said they would be waiting for you.

"Anything good?" Ron shouts from across the room. It's like he expected you to shout back if there was something good. Harry gave him a dirty look from behind him.

"Nothing," you say as you sit down next to Hermione.

"Damn," Harry says. "I really think there is something going on! When I look on the map he isn't anywhere on there!"

"Why are you looking for him in the first place?"

"He seems suspicious!"

"You seem paranoid," you say mockingly. Hermione laughs at this. Ron smiles, looks at Harry's grimacing face and then shoots Hermione a warning look.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be?" Ron asks trying to defend Harry subtly. You're caught off guard by the sudden coldness of the group.

"Actually, yeah," you say slightly hurt. You get up from the table and walk to the Hufflepuff common room to join Ernie.

-

You were rolling around in your bed when you heard something clicking on your nightstand. You quietly grab the object that is making the noise and realize it's the coin for signaling you to spy on Draco. You sigh in irritation at them expecting you to spy this late.

You realize the coin is saying "7th floor" which means Draco is doing something in or around the room of requirement. You quickly wrap a night robe around you and slip on your slippers and creep into the Hufflepuff common room. You look at the clock above the fireplace and it's currently 2am, usually the common room is empty by 12.

You move out of the portrait hole and start creeping to the first floor. You hate how they say the seventh floor but by the time you make it to the floor he will probably be gone. As you stalk into the main hallway the coin moves "c u".

You creep to the staircase and move up two flights of stairs until they start to move, putting you in the wrong direction. You are now landed on the west side of the third floor. You stalk around trying to find a different staircase that might get you closer to the ultimate destination. You would never admit this to the people you are trying to help but even though you have been at Hogwarts for six years, you still don't know where most things are located. As you walk against the wall the coin starts to move in your hand.

"SS"

'Fuck me' you think as you try to get away from the incoming hurricane.

"Y/N," the familiar voice calls.

"What?"

"Add sir to the end of that," he demands.

"What can I help you with sir?"

"What are you doing out of bed at this early in the morning?"

You look into the dark black eyes that look exactly like yours, "trying to get help with um.. potions!" You exclaim with a big bright smile.

"Funny, if I see you in the corridors again. You will be having detention with your father every Saturday for a month!"

Your eyes don't meet his as you mumble, "I will be going to bed, sir, sorry." You quickly turn away from the man that's known as your potions teacher and pretty much absent father. You look back at him as his cape flies in the wind, you loathe him. You refuse to go back to bed like the good little girl he expects you to be, fuck him. You head back to the staircase you detoured from and walk up until you get to the seventh floor. You grab the coin quickly from your pocket, "is he still there?"

"No c. Think D is in room," the coin spells out after several minutes. Hermione is definitely not part of this little scheme. You stalk through the corridor, your shoulder brushing against the wall. You walk in front of the room of requirement trying to get to Draco. You pace in front of the doorway repeating, "room where Draco is," three times. The doorway didn't budge so all you could do is hide and than attack once they leave. You went to the nearest dark corner and sat down, waiting.

-

"Look what we have here," the dark voice says quietly. You quickly open your eyes in shock. Fuck you must have fallen asleep. You see the boy you were waiting for looking down at you. Your dark brown eyes pierce into his grey eyes. The darkness was still consuming your figures, he offered you a hand but you refused it. You stood up , your eyes at shoulder level with him.

"I forgot to go to my dorm and fell asleep right here," you say making an excuse instantly.

"Lies. You weren't here when I came down the corridor, you followed me!"

"Sound a bit paranoid Malfoy," you snarl. He steps closer to you, removing several inches of space which makes you step backwards against the wall.

"I might be paranoid but at least my father isn't a deadbeat," Draco says which hits right where he was anticipating. You usually take the hits fairly well but 1) it's late and 2) it's hard to keep the persona on all the time. Tears well in your eyes and your lip pouts out. His face drops when he sees the tears on the brim of your eyes. You think about running away, away from him, this awkward situation. He grabs your wrist, "don't go, I'm really sorry I said that."

Shock wipes the tears on your upper cheeks. Did he just say that? Have you ever heard Draco fucking Malfoy apologize? Than anger courses through your veins. How could he say something like that? He doesn't even know my father, I don't even see my father. Why would he say something like that? Just because you didn't have his last name?

"You aren't sorry!"

"Yes, I am," he looks at you with a frown.

"If you are sorry than w-why would you say something like that?"

"I don't know. I shouldn't have said it. I mean look at my father he's a joke!"

A small smile creeps to your face as you think about the absolute failure his father is. "I mean you aren't wrong," you say laughing. He shakes his head chuckling. The silence fills the space around you after a few minutes. His grey eyes locking with yours.

"There's so many questions that are running through my head right now," he says quietly but it's so quiet in the castle that you hear every word he says.

"Like what?" You lift an eyebrow in a questioning manner.

"Like.. why were you spying on me?"

"I can't tell you that," you say quickly, knowing that was one one of the questions. You were more curious about the others that were running through his head.

"Why not?"

"I-I," you can't think of an actual reason. You are loyal to people. I mean it's not like you can say they are your friends. You wanted them as your friends but they weren't your friends. They only ever talked to you when it was about a mission and they only ever needed you when it benefited them. They didn't let you hangout with them or include you in their missions. "I don't know why."

"Then tell me," he says stepping a foot closer to you.

The air from your lungs feels as if it's been sucked away. "Harry and Ron wanted me to see what you were up too."

He frowns at this statement, "so.. instead of them getting up and finding out. They send you to do their dirty work?"

Your eyes become slightly wet, "yes," your voice cracks.

"Tell them, from me, they can do it themselves."

He steps back where he once was, "You know, Y/N, you should have higher standards for yourself."

You scoff at this remark, "says you."

"What does that mean?"

"Absolutely nothing," you say heatedly. He takes two steps closer to you, making this the closest he's ever been. Your back is against the cold wall and Draco his mere inches from your face. You can feel the sexual tension between you two. You raise an eyebrow, "what were the other questions?"

He shakes his head, "is it relevant at this point?"

"Yes," you say licking the lips that he was staring at.

"It's not, YN," the palm of his hand lands next to your head, holding himself up against the wall.

"I'm curious," you say looking into his beautiful grey eyes.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah"

"I'm very curious as well," he says as he looks down at your chest and torso. You roll your eyes at this clever statement.

"Come on! Ask me!"

He rolls his eyes at you, "who is your dad?" Your body tenses at the word dad. He can tell so he removes his hand from the wall and backs up to his original spot.

"I- uh- don't know," you stutter. Fuck he is totally not going to believe that.

"Liar, I would have believed you if you didn't make yourself sound like a moron," he smiles a mean smirk at you. Your cheeks flush red, embarrassed, knowing he's right.

You look into his face; the grey eyes glaring down at you, a smirk on his pink, soft-looking lips and most of all his small nose. You contemplate if you should tell him the truth, he might not take it well. He might tell everyone and Severus does not need that on his plate.

It's sad you call him Severus instead of dad.

"Snape's my dad!" You blurt out, tears filling your eyes once more because you've never said that sentence out loud. Draco's jaw drops.

Understandable reaction.

He notices your cheeks turning a darker red and your lip quivering. "Hey hey," he says soothingly. Putting the pad of his thumb to your upper cheek, right below your eye. The tears fall.

"He's horrible! He knows I'm his daughter but doesn't even speak to me or my mother. He doesn't take care of me like I father should!"

"Please quiet down Y/N," Draco pleads. You take deep breaths to steady yourself. You barely know this boy so why are you opening up your heart to him? Your friends would call you stupid and they aren't entirely wrong.

"Sorry," you say to him as you wipe your tears. He takes a minute for you to calm down. He than leans towards your face. Your face quickly turns a bright shade of red. He ignores this and presses a gentle kiss against your lips. You feel his pink lips, there is a crack in the middle his bottom lip. You deepen your kiss as you keep your hands at your side. He sucks lightly on your lower lip which makes your hands grab his robes and pull on them by instinct. He groans into your kiss causing a tight feeling in your stomach to shoot to your legs. They were wobbly but all you wanted to do was kiss the blonde haired boy so you did, you kept kissing him. He pressed his knee against the wall, right in between your legs.

"Fuck," you whimper through his kisses as you begin grinding against his thigh.

"You're such a needy-" he plants a kiss on your jaw. "Whore," he finishes his sentence, planting a kiss on your neck.

"I'm your whore," you say, grinding against him faster. Fuck you love this feeling.

"I can't restrain myself," he says as he grabs your wrist, leading you to the nearest classroom. You walk giddily to the nearest classroom. What has gotten into you , Y/N? You and Draco have barely spoken and you are literally tearing your panties off for him.

As he shuts the classroom door, you say, "I can't restrain myself either." You than confidently push him against the door he just closed, he gives you a wicked grin.

"Hot but you're not in charge here," he says as he pushes your face against the warm wood. You shake your ass teasingly in front of him.

"Come on! Fuck me!" You whine.

"So fucking needy," he scoffs. As he says this he pulls down your pants. He sees your wet spot, "fuck I made you this wet baby?"

You give him a puzzled look. He takes off your underwear and shoves it into your mouth. You can smell and taste yourself, fuck. You shake your head giving the blonde hair boy a response. He wasn't even looking at you though. His attention was drawn back to your pretty pink pussy. He runs his pointer finger through your folds. He than shoves his index into your tightness.

"Fuck my tight little hole," you snarl at Draco. Your words cause his pants to become tighter, making you even wetter. He pulls your body so you let face is facing him. He than heatedly kisses you, tongue getting involved. As you guys are kissing you can hear him fiddling with his belt so you grab his hands that are quickly rushing to relieve himself. You pause the kiss, leaning against his forehead and undo it for him. He pushes his pants and underwear off his hips causing his penis to slap against his stomach. You look into his eyes and wrap your hands around him.

"Fuck Y/N," he moans. You continue until you feel like you've been doing it long so you start to position yourself to get on your knees until he grabs your elbow. "No," he sighs.

"Why? Did I do something?"

"No, you're perfect. I just don't like my dick getting sucked," he smiled shyly.

"Why?"

"I think it's gross," he chuckles. Which causes your cheeks to turn red with embarrassment. You shake it off though and kiss him once again. He kisses you roughly, pressing your back against the door once again. As he does this it causes a big thud but neither of you care. He grabs your leg and lifts it up to his elbow, holding it. He than looks at you with anticipation.

You smile at the grey eyed boys excitement. You grab him and slowly let him enter you. "Shit," you both say as you feel his width and he feels your tightness.

You wish you could say he gave you time to adjust but that's the total opposite of what he did. As soon as he heard the profanity leave your mouth he thrusted inside of you once again.

"Keep saying dirty shit like that," he moans as he thrusts deeper than he ever has been.

"Oh fuck!" You moan and thrust your hips into him. He feels amazing inside of you. He keeps thrusting faster and deeper into you. You feel sweat dripping down your forehead after awhile. Draco slowed down his thrusts after awhile and decided to place you on a desk.

"Fuck I love seeing you go in and out of me," you say as he slowly puts himself back into you once again.

"Me too," he moans as he buries himself halfway inside of you. You move your hips upward, pushing him deeper into you. This causes him to start thrusting ruthlessly once more. Tears weld in your eyes due to his actions. Draco looked at you through his focus on your soaking cunt and noticed this action. He automatically stopped his actions.

"S-should I stop?"

"No please don't! It feels so nice!" You beg.

"Oh okay, fuck," he says. He loved hearing you beg for him. He thought he was making you cry.. like bad tears.. he was panicking for a minute. He saw the tears streaming down your cheeks. He slaps the cheek that has the most tears running down it, "suck it up you whore."

This causes a knot in your stomach to release, all over Draco's cock. Draco felt the instant reaction to this and start whimpering.

"Y-Y/N," he moans. You feel so good though, he doesn't want pull his cock out. So, he spills himself all over your insides. He notices how your legs are shaking and gently pulls himself out.

"You did such a good job," he praises. He does a cleaning charm and than pulls his clothes back on himself. Once he realized you were still on the desk, he helps you stand up on your wobbly feet.

"Will you be able to get back to your dorm?" He asks concerned as he helps you get dressed.

"I'll be fine Draco. Thank you for the concern," you say as you walk out of the classroom.

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Diluc

When you first start dating, is a man of few words, but definitely shows that he cares. Is the type who sends you flowers but doesn't say anything about it.

Gradually warms up a bit more as time passes.

Is not a fan of public displays of affections but you'll notice that he'll touch you in subtle ways. Touching your lower back to steer you to the right path, touching your shoulder to get your attention, touching your arm when he just feels like it.

You'll catch him looking at you once in a while and when you ask what's wrong he shakes his head and will say something like, "Nothing, just got distracted,"

When you're alone, will lay his head on your lap for whatever reason. Will usually be reading a book and the next time you glance at him he would have fallen asleep, peaceful look on his face.

People will notice that his mood changes when you're around. He's a lot less on edge and will take a more relaxed stance.

People will also notice the gentle look on his face when he talks to you, compared to the stiff look he gives others.

Will give heaps of forehead kisses.

Kaeya

Has no problem showing affection right from the beginning.

Cheek kisser. Anywhere, anytime. Whenever he feels like it, for no reason at all.

When you're out in town, the type who will sneak up behind you, cover your eyes with his hands and ask, breath above a whisper and near your ear, "Guess who?" you know who it is every time.

If not that, then he'll just hug you from behind and "Caught you, you're coming with me," mischievous glint in his eyes.

People will notice how he can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

Is somehwhat flirtatious but always reminds you that you're number one. "I might look like I'm joking, but trust me, I'm serious about you,"

When you're alone, is the type who will take you in his arms, drop you in bed and just cuddle with you while playing with your hair.

Albedo

Doesn't say much when you first start dating. Actually you don't even know when exactly you guys started dating, you just had a hunch that it was happening because he starts to give you kisses on the top of your head whenever you would part ways with him.

When you ask about it, "Hm? Dating...? Yes, I suppose that's what you call it. I'd rather call it as an exclusive privilege to you,"

Asks for your company whenever he can. You don't do much, but just watch him work. He's happy with just being in the same room as you.

Will sometimes be conscious about the fact that you might be bored "Here, would you like to try?" is just an excuse for him to guide your hand on how to do specific alchemy experiments.

When he feels tired and burnt out will just appear next to you and hug you round the waist, rest his head on your shoulder and murmur "Just a small break,"

When you're out in town together and someone comments about it being rare to see Master Albedo accompanied by someone, he would reply back gesturing at you, "They are... My life partner. So, it's only natural you'd see us together."

Life partner=his word to indicate that you're dating

When you're alone, would ask you to fix his hair or tie his hair up cause "you're the only one who knows how to do it properly, aside from me,"

Childe

Absolutely cannot keep his hands to himself.

Always greets you with some form of hug, usually bear hugs or let me nuzzle into your neck hugs.

Would glue you to his hip if he could.

Visibly happy in public with you, dotes on you and asks you what you'd like to do today.

People can literally see hearts hovering around his head when you're around.

Hand holding a must.

Will not let you do any manual work or labor. Got something to carry? Will take it from you. Need to wash the dishes? Just use his vision. Having trouble with that jar? He might break it for causing you so much trouble.

When you're alone, will always be the big spoon and trail kisses on your neck.

Has a permanent smile plastered on his face when he sees you. "You're just too cute!"

Zhongli

This man is gentle and yet manages to be firm about what he wants, which is you, and no one else.

Does not show a wide range of emotions, he's either calm and collected or agitated and cautious, depending on situations that concern you.

Agitated and cautious because he feels like you're such a fragile thing.

Will enjoy watching your face light up at his suggestions and will get that soft hint of a smile on his face. "Strange, this effect you have on me. Quite an extraordinary thing, and that would be saying a lot considering I've been around for thousands of years,"

When he accompanies you out to town will walk a step behind you but regularly check on you by standing next to you, and reaching out to touch your shoulder that is further away from him. Thus you're momentarily in a semi-side hug. "Everything alright?"

When someone in public comments about you and him making a cute couple, he feels a sense of pride and confirms it. "It is as you say. I wonder from time to time how I've managed to have someone like them stay with me,"

When alone with you, is the type to pull you on their lap and keep you there for as long as he can while he works.

Xiao

Is totally a cold one even if you start dating. But it doesn't mean that he doesn't care, he just has his own way of showing it.

However the more you grow on him the more you find out that he gets flustered unusually easy.

When you suggest a date, for example, his face will get that subtle hint of red. "I-I don't have time for that,"

Sometimes he would say he wouldn't want to do something with you, but then when he finds out you went and did it by yourself he gets moody. "Huh? You already went to get ice-cream?!" will glare at nothing in particular until you say you can go with him next time. "Fine..."

Has periods of being worried that you're tired of him. You know when it happens because he gets quiet, and he will suddenly just grab your wrist, look at the ground, and mumble "... I know I'm not the best at showing and saying how I feel but..." you understand anyway, and are happy with just that.

Is actually extremely possessive. Usually will not hold your hand when walking around town but when a man somehow approaches you he's there in the next second and pulls you into a back hug while staring the guy down.

When you're alone, loves to have you lay your head on his lap and have quiet conversations with you.

Chongyun

is a shy boi and rather unsure of himself.

will gain confidence along the way.

“U-Uh, would you like to hold hands, maybe?” you tell him he doesn’t have to ask at all but he still asks the first few times anyway

Is very thoughtful about your schedule and workload, will constantly worry about you when you seem like you’re tired or overworked

When he knows you’re too tired he gets this sudden assertive side of him “That’s enough for today isn’t it?”

Will add a kiss to your temple, on the side of your forehead.

Sometimes will start to panic about something and turns to you for help. It’s actually something easy to solve so you help him and he would sigh and say “What would I do without you?” and leans in for a hug.

When you’re alone, has a surprisingly assertive side that pulls you in for a hug whenever he feels like it. Sometimes you’d fall together in bed and just cuddle while talking.

Venti

“A-ha! There you are!” will open his arms and wait for you to come to him. If you do, he does his trademark laugh and hug you tight. If you don’t, will stare at you with a questioning face but break into smile and say “Oh, too shy cause we’re out in public? Come on, it’s just a hug!” 

Has no issues telling everyone in town that you’re a couple. “Oh yea, have you met Y/N here? Cute right?...And all mine!” Cue the trademark laugh again.

loves to sit on the sofa, lean his back on the arm of it and have you in his arms just looking down at you do your own thing, mostly reading. If not, then just taking naps with you there.

When the two of you are alone, he sometimes gets this sad or thoughtful look on his face, which is super rare on his usually cheerful demeanor. You would ask what’s wrong and he would snap back to reality saying, “...I was just thinking about...how it would be without you,” jumps back quite quickly and grins, “but that’s not gunna happen, you’re stuck with me till the end!”

Out in public when someone comments you’re such a cute couple he would readily agree and give you a side hug, arms round your shoulder, cheek pressed up against yours. “We’re the cutest you’ll ever see!”

Dainsleif

the definition of protective is this man

is very subtle with his touches, affection and words, but despite that you can feel his unparalleled loyalty to you and is surprisingly gentle.

loves to greet you with a one handed hug and a kiss on the side of your lips.

Out in town, will start off just walking beside you but you wouldn’t even notice when he had slipped his hand in yours. His type of hold is the type of hold that makes you feel like he’s never letting go until you do.

While out adventuring with you, will have these moods where he’s just clingy. Will pull you by the wrist, trap you in between him and a tree and lean in for a kiss on the lips, gently.

Will pull back a moment later, cheeks flushed pink and apologize. “Sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” 

loves to have you lean on his shoulder when you rest, and will watch you doze off peacefully.

[nat-20s]

8 for jmart?

#8- constantly cheacking their messages for words from the other

what else was I gonna do? here's some classic ol' season 3 pining babey

Hello Martin. This is Jon. I have gotten a new phone after losing my last one, please put in the new number.

It's a simple message. Straightforward, factual, and utilitarian. There is no reason that pressing send should make his heart race. There's especially no reason that the second he sends it off, he's tempted to lie on the deeply uncomfortable, likely bedbug infested motel mattress staring at his screen until he gets a response. Sure, he's sick of being overseas, and he's sick of being so isolated, and he's sick of running, but he's not...desperate for what little companionship can even be provided by words on a screen.

He does miss Martin, though. He misses Tim as well, but in a manner that's significantly more complex and knotted than the simple desire to be around him.

God, when did he start wanting to just be around Martin? He started being aware of that want when he was at Georgie's, but he has no idea when the want itself actually started. That was probably something he should examine. Technically speaking, that is something that he has time to examine, but he doesn't want to examine right now. Right now, he wants the comfort of perhaps one of the only people out there that doesn't want to kill him, or use him, or both.

Martin, whether through somehow sensing Jon's discontent from nearly 4000 miles away or, more likely, through a general dutifulness inherent to his character, only takes a few minutes to reply. Oh good! it'd been a little bit since hearing from you, we were somewhat worried. putting you in my contacts as we speak :)!

Saying that "we" were worried is almost certainly generous on Martin's part, but Jon feels no need to point that out. Instead he turns on his side and stares at the phone. He particularly focuses on the smiley face, ridiculously charmed by the fact that, despite everything, Martin hasn't lost his predilection for emojis. Two years ago, he would've rolled his eyes, maybe thought something snide about professionalism. It wouldn't have been fair, as Tim used to do the same thing and he thought nothing of it, but he wasn't fair back then. Now, he simply wonders if he can get away with sending one back.

Before he can respond, Martin sends another message. Are you actually alright? I realized I was kind of assuming that losing your phone was the only reason you were MIA, but is anything else going on?

Damn. He tends to forget how perceptive Martin can be. What, exactly, Martin had perceived in that first message, Jon couldn't be sure, but apparently there was something that tipped him off to the..eventful last week he'd had. He really, really doesn't feel like getting into all of that right now, especially not over text, so instead he replies a mostly truthful I'm fine.

Then, squinting at the screen and realizing that might come across as a dismissal, he adds, Well, other than trying not to contemplate the general sanitation practices of a motel that clearly hasn't updated it's decor since the 70s. I'm suspecting the sheets are much the same.

He doesn't know how Martin will react to the message. He can't see the face he'll make, won't know the tone of his voice. However, he likes to imagine that Martin will at least smile. Maybe he'll even give that breath of a laugh, the one that sometimes happens when Jon's being lightly acerbic and it's not directed at him. He doesn't know, but he does hope for it. Martin texts back Oof. Maybe sleep on top of the covers tonight, yeah?, and Jon thinks that he might have guessed Martin's reaction correctly.

Christ, who knew all it took was a combination of jetlag and threats to turn him into a sap. He needs to sleep. He really needs a deep, proper, uninterrupted sleep, one lasting a minimum of eight hours and ideally closer to fifteen. Checking the time, it would be a fairly reasonable time to sleep, especially with the early start he has tomorrow. He considers sending off a quick good night message, but then has the realization that as reasonable as it is for him to be asleep right now, it's just as unreasonable for Martin to be awake. Are you alright? Good lord, Martin, it's almost 4am over there. Did I wake you?

Barely 30 seconds pass before he gets back no, you're good!

A beat, then a follow up message. I've had a irregular sleep schedule since I was like 16. A lot of evening and night shifts had a lasting impact u know? Working at the institute made it a bit more consistent but it's still p rare that i sleep the same eight hours night to night.

Jon's starts to text back something sympathetic; he's had his own struggles with both in- and hyper- somnia, but his phone buzzes in his hand before he can finish it.

Sorry! That was uh probably more information than you wanted.

Well, that just won't do. Even if there wasn't a part of his brain that had recently started collecting facts about Martin like they were precious jewels instead of mostly mundane stories, he doesn't want Martin to think he can't talk to him about things outside of the standard bounds of coworkers. Not at all. We're friends, Martin, I enjoy learning about you.

His brain wants to catastrophize the second he presses send. For the first minute that Martin doesn't reply, he doesn't let it. After the second minute, he allows the minor worry to become more severe. Had it been too much? Were they friends? Jon certainly thought so, but what if Martin wasn't in the same boat? Their interactions had been entirely friendly for months now, but what if that was just Martin being polite? God, what if Martin still thought of Jon as his boss, nothing more?

Ten minutes. It takes ten minutes for Martin to finally respond, and Jon has almost called him four times to explain himself. Ten minutes, and the first response is only Oh!

Then: Cool

Well, that's not a "piss off and die", but it's not exactly comforting. Jon doesn't know how to reply, staring at the words on his screen and not entirely sure if he's fucked up or not. Fortunately, Martin's not done responding, and the next message is much, much better.

Hey uh. Feel free to say no I know it's getting late over there but. Im not getting back to sleep for the rest of the day and itd be nice to actually hear you. Would you be okay with a call?

Without a moment's hesitation, he texts back Yes!, exclamation and all, because he's become someone he barely recognizes. The phone rings just as immediately, and he feels his entire body relax at Martin's first "Hello?"

Things are difficult right now. Things have been difficult ever since the promotion that was a curse in disguise. The world is filled with monsters he barely understands. He wishes he was home despite the fact that he barely recognizes it, as filled with tension and strife as it is. There's so much to discuss, so many things they should be hammering out. But right now, the threats are not pressing. Right now, he can hear about the bad true crime documentary Martin half-watched before he got Jon's texts, and Jon can bitch about the three different "pip pip cheerio" comments he's gotten since coming over seas. Right now, and for the hour before Jon drifts off, breathing slow and deep, he can pretend that this is an ordinary phone call, in an ordinary world, between two people who simply miss each other an extraordinary amount.

[red-writes]

soft yan! shinsou x chubby! reader

summary: you keep receiving these letters in your mailbox from an unknown person, somehow you find yourself slowly falling for the creepy admirer until one day they decide to reveal themselves to you in the worst way possible—by looming over you while you sleep.

warnings: yandere behavior, insecurities, light smut.

Boo’s note: hi okay, this is dedicated to the annie that asked me for a shinsou fic, tbh I didn’t really know what to make it about bc u didn’t specify but here I hope you like it *^* uhh it’s also unedited im sorrrrry

Everyday at 7:00 am, the mailman drops off mail. Everyday at 7:10 am you’re rushing downstairs after stuffing half a bagel in your mouth to retrieve the stack of envelopes from the mailbox. The letters started appearing a month ago, pretty purple envelopes sealed with a cat sticker were amongst your mail everyday. You picked out the purple one and dropped the other unimportant, plain white envelopes on the coffee table. You took a seat on the couch and hurriedly opened it up.

My dearest love,

Last night I had a dream about you. You’re perfect face was smiling at me, you called my name and even held your hand out to me. You were so perfect I woke up crying. The more time that passes, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper in the never-ending ocean that is you. So deep, so warm, comforting and gentle. Do you think that maybe one day, we could be happy together? That we could live a life together somewhere peaceful where you have me and I have you and that’s it. To me, that sounds like heaven, a world where the only person I only ever see is you. You’re my everything, my reason to live, to breathe and to continue living in this grueling world. I hope the rest of your day is good, I hope you enjoy yourself at the party.

xoxo,

shin.

After reading you couldn’t help the hard pounding of your heart, it was unusual yes, but you found his fondness for you quite endearing. You clutched the letter and held it to your chest. While it was strikingly odd that he knew about tonight’s party, you didn’t mind. Up until now shin had been harmless, never saying or doing anything too weird or creepy, nothing to warrant you to visit the local police station. You refolded the letter and tucked it back inside of the envelope. Instead of mulling over small details, you needed to find something to put on tonight!

+

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was a charity event for the company you worked for, everyone from the hero deku to chargebolt was in attendance. Big parties like this were not your scene but you had to go, your boss invited you personally and you didn’t want to let him down. You took a drink off of one of the tables and made your way to a less crowded corner of the room. You took rare sips of your champagne as you sighed. This place was definitely not your scene.

“You look fabulous tonight” you hear from beside you, you’re quick to turn your head and your eyes lay upon none other than the mind-jacking hero, Shinsou!

You’re quick to bow, “ah! Mr.shinsou, sir, it’s an honor to meet you” you greet and he’s chuckling softly.

“Hey now, don’t worry about being too formal with me” he says, voice gentle as he rests a hand on your shoulder. Your face is burning, he told you that you looked nice! The number five hero just complimented you!

“Thank-thank you” you say and quickly take another sip of your drink to try and calm your nerves, “you look nice as well”

He gives you a genuine smile, “you’re so sweet”

You can hardly breathe right now, Shinsou first told you that you looked nice and now he was calling you sweet? Was this your lucky day or something?

“Well Shinsou I-”

“Oh! Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you man!”

Chargebolt walked over to where the two of you were standing and wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s neck. He began pulling him away, going on about how ground zero almost slapped one of the patrons. Shinsou turned to wave goodbye to you and you did the same. Once he was out of sight you released a breathe you hadn’t know you’d been holding in. Tonight felt like a dream, you really didn’t want to wake up from it.

“y/n! There you are, I need to you take pictures of me and some of our guests!” Your boss yells and you’re sighing, downing the rest of your drink before you rest it on a neighboring table.

“Coming sir!”

well maybe you were ready to wake up from it now.

+

The next day at the same time you retrieved your mail, you’d shuffled through it several times and yet you hadn’t found that signature purple envelope. The day after that and even the day after that one there was no letter for you in the mail. It stung. Maybe they’d lost interest in you? Maybe they decided that you weren’t good enough after all?

The sixth day after receiving no letter you’d decided to give up, it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. You threw yourself onto your bed as soon as you got out the shower. You’d been doing poorly at work lately, your mind too busy focusing on those purple envelopes rather than the stack of paper work in front of you. You pulled the sheets up to your chin and shut your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t dream of that person or their kind words.

There was an odd sensation you got, it felt like cold air was hitting your body. Were you still dreaming? You didn’t leave your window open. Your eyes fluttered open, your vision still slightly blurry as you came to. Your sat up and rubbed your eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing there. Fear that laid dormant until now began to unfurl itself in your gut, you slowly turned your head to face it and there he was.

“M-mr.Shinsou?!” You whisper yelled, he gave you a soft smile and held his hands up in front of him.

“You caught me” he says and begins walking towards you, you’re scurrying away from him on the bed.

“Why- why are you here?!” you hold the sheet up in front of you like a shield.

“I felt guilty about not sending letters for so long..I made you sad and I couldn’t forgive myself for that so I came to make it up to you” he explains and your still sleep filled mind was struggling trying to comprehend his words.

“Letters..you’re the one who has been sending me all of those letters?” You ask and he nods, he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and that familiar pounding of your heart is back. It was him, the person you’d been longing for, for so long now.

“Mhm, everything I said in those letters were true as well, how beautiful I think you are, how addicting your personality is, how absolutely sinful I think your body is..” he whispers and you feel air caught in your throat. Shinsou inches closer and closer to you and in a flash of purple he pins you underneath him.

“Mr.Shinsou..-”

“Hitoshi, call me Hitoshi” he corrects.

His head slowly lowers until his face is millimeters from yours, his breath is hot against your lips and you can’t help but shut your eyes, you’d been wanting this- wanting him for such a long time now. Shinsou’s lips press gently against yours and you find yourself kissing back, your lips move in a glorious synchronous. The kiss was one of passion and hunger; proof that the two of you had been longing for the other. You pulled away from him, lungs grateful for the ability to breathe again.

“Hitoshi..” you whisper and Shinsou sucks in a breath before his hands move downwards to pull at the hem of your night gown.

“Can I?” He asks and you find yourself nodding. The number five hero, the man who has been stalking you, sending you letters that if you were anyone else would find creepy, the man you’d fallen for…

You raised your arms in the air as he slowly began lifting the sheer cloth off of you revealing your nude body to him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your arms folded to cover your exposed chest.

“Y-you might be disillusioned after seeing me completely naked..if you regret choosing me to give your heart to, I don’t blame you” you shyly confess and Shinsou’s eyes widen.

“I could never, I've merely dreamt about this day every night for months on end...you are the most beautiful person I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.” He says, his hands gently pry your arms away from your body and you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes as he lays you back against the soft blankets.

His lips are soft as they press themselves against every bit of exposed skin, his kisses don't shy away from stretch marks or any of your other insecurities. A warm, heated feeling that blossoms in your chest. 

Love? Desire? Serendipity?

It felt like all three combined into one big ball of sentiment. 

His hands gently massaged your breasts evoking soft mewls of his name from you. His hands slivered downwards to grope the flesh of your stomach.

“Soft beautiful...” he mumbles, his hands move even further downwards and cup the warmth between your legs. The feeling of his hand directly against you has your legs spreading, giving yourself completely to him. His fingers gently rub circles at your clit, your hips stutter up into his touch, moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth dumbly. The situation you've been so eager for, for so long was finally upon you.

Your back arches off the mattress as he slides a slim finger inside of you, the sensation feels much fuller than your own fingers do. You beg him to go faster, add more and make you feel better than you have ever before and he's shushing your lust filled ramblings with a kiss. 

“I need to savor this moment, I won’t get many more like this” he expresses and your concern is evident on your face but he doesn't allow you to ponder on his words. He adds in another finger and curls them upwards, pressing them against the spongy sweet spot, his head ducks down and his lips wrap firmly around your clit and suck on the aching bud. Your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes, unable to handle to the newfound euphoria.

“Ah- shinsou! I’ll- cumming!” your cunt spasms around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, you grip onto the sheets around you as your thighs shake.

“You look so pretty like this, so so pretty” he compliments, before you know it your eyes are involuntarily fluttering shut. You're scared, panic fills you at the thought of him not being here when you wake up, you don't want this to be another fever dream. 

+

When you awake the next morning you feel heavy. Your body slumped with the exhaustion of the previous nights activities. You're eyes widen as your hand feels around the bed, your fingers bump into the heat of another body and there is. The yellow halo from the sun is cast over his head as his chest rises and falls.

You scoot in close enough so that your noses are just barely touching. His eyes begin creaking open and purple gems meet your own.

“Good morning”

“Morning..”

Questions about what he meant last night could wait…you wanted spend your time right now loving him.