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prettyflyforawhitelie · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel x Sick!Reader

A/N: Hey guys! I wanted to do some more x reader headcanons just because they’re so fun! I love the idea of the characters caring for you when you’re sick, it’s just so cute. I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Warnings: None (if you don't count tooth-rotting fluff)

Characters: Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Husk, Sir Pentious, Lucifer

🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:

Essentially hides you away in his room: wants more than anything to take care of you, but refuses to expose this “softer” side of him to anyone else. If anybody knew that you were the Radio Demon’s only weakness, not only would that put him in danger, but you as well.

Will prepare any food that your heart desires - his mother brought him up to be an excellent cook! His recommended feel-good food is his mother’s jambalaya, but you absolutely love when he makes etouffee!

If anybody dares to try and disturb your well-needed sleep, he broadcast their screams to remind them just why the hotel has a radio tower…

Will suggest that you take advantage of the bayou-side of his room for the fresh air, but of course will not force you to do anything against your complete comfort.

The best thing that he knows to do is what his mother did to him whenever he was sick: Sit in bed with him and tell him Creole folk tales. They always enamored him, and just the fact that he was allowing you to see this personal side of him made you feel better.

At the end of the day, Alastor would take advantage of the beautiful setting that the dark bayou side of his room provided and conjure up a lovely scene of fireflies, all while softly playing his piano and singing his favorite songs to guide you to sleep (You are the only person he will let hear his singing). While Alastor may seem heartless from afar, you wouldn’t trade this demon for all of the money in the world.

🗝️😈Charlie😈🗝️:

Would definitely notice that you were sick before you did and insisted that you get plenty of bedrest. When you refused, insisting that you were ok, she would monitor you until you finally accepted that you were sick and let her take care of you. She would say, “I’m not saying I told you so, buuuuuut…”

Takes care of you to the point where some tasks of the hotel were neglected, but to be honest, it was a win-win for everyone in the hotel. She was happy that you were being taken care of, and everyone else was happy that they didn’t have to participate in trust exercises.

She would crack open her book of the story of Hell - it always calms her down during an extermination, so hopefully it could calm you down as you try to sleep.

If she absolutely had to leave the hotel to do/get something, she would most definitely buy a little keepsake and bring it back for you.

She would use her love for singing to lull you to sleep, singing sweet lullabies that her mother used to sing to her as a child.

You have to constantly remind her to take care of herself as well, as she will literally remain at your bedside, not caring to eat or sleep, until you get better. She often gets so caught up in caring for others that she forgets to care for herself! You tell her that it would genuinely make you feel better to see her taking care of herself as well.

🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:

Gets more defensive over you than usual, which honestly scares everyone. Nobody wants to so much as speak to you wrong in fear of Vaggie literally attacking them. Having Vaggie around is the definition of scary dog privileges.

She’s honestly extremely dramatic when it comes to you getting sick, which may seem ridiculous, but think about it: she was thrown away by her “family” in heaven, and now you’re the only person that she truly has. You confide in her, you allow her to let her guard down. If she lost you, she doesn’t know how she could even exist. So whether you have a cold or something more serious, she will automatically jump to the worst conclusions and get worried as Hell.

As tough as she seems, Vaggie loves to cuddle. She will literally lay in bed with you all day, not caring if she gets sick as well. You’re the only person that she can be vulnerable with, and if you have to be in bed all day, you better bet she’ll be right there next to you.

Her love language is absolutely telling you about all the things that she would do to defend you. She will go into immense detail about the things that she would do for you, and you will always listen in awe. She has been through so much, and this is the only way that she knows how to express her true love for you.

The last thing she wants is for somebody to feel abandoned in their struggle like she did when she fell from Heaven, especially you. She will make sure that you know how much you are valued and loved, not just by her, but by everyone at the hotel.

When you’re finally ready to get out of bed and start participating in hotel duties again, she monitors you the whole time to make sure that you’re not over-exerting yourself.

🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:

Is very upset and on edge - Valentino forces him to work everyday, no matter the circumstances, and not being at the hotel to care for you or at least watch over you makes him feel horrible.

Basically forces you to sleep as much as you can, even better if it’s in his room so he can see that you’re okay immediately when he gets home.

Encourages you to cuddle with Fat Nuggets - he’s essentially a cute and cuddly heating pad. (He actually gives Fat Nuggets this adorable pep talk about how he needs to take good care of you while “dad” is at work)

He wholeheartedly believes in the power of comedy, so he essentially treats your bedrest as a stand-up comedy show for him to perform in order to make you laugh. He’ll tell stupid jokes, put together horrible dances, or even just hide in places and scare you in hopes that making you laugh will help you forget how bad you feel.

Loves talking to you after work. You’re essentially the only person that he takes off his hypersexual mask around, and he knows that he can be himself around you, that you would never judge him. So, sometimes he will get home to find you already asleep and get in bed with you, holding you tight, whispering all of the things that he wanted to tell you about today, hoping that at least some of his words wiggle their way into your dreams.

Loves sappy rom com movies and will 100% force you to watch them with him. He claims it’s because the “good vibes” of the romance will make you feel better, but to be honest, he just wants someone to watch his dumb movies with.

♦️🥃Husk🥃♥️:

Will blame himself for your sickness, claiming that he shouldn’t have let you drink so much over the past couple of days (He literally cannot comprehend the idea that people can be sick NOT from being hungover lol).

When you insist that it’s not his fault, he’ll ease up. He’ll use some of his bartending skills to make some sort of juice mocktail for you and will definitely sneak in some vitamin C to heal you faster.

Everyone - specifically Angel - will wonder why the fuck the bar hasn’t been stocked in days (It’s because Husk has been chilling in bed/taking care of you nonstop).

This is the only time that he will completely surrender to the idea of being one big stuffed animal to cuddle with. I mean, he’s warm, soft, and he purrs! What’s more therapeutic than that?

This is also a great time to get uninterrupted talking time with Husk. He’s a great listener, so you’ve always opened up to him, but it took him a while to open up to you too. He had told you that you were one of the only people that he trusted enough to confide in, but always seemed to air on the side of caution when sharing his personal struggles because it always seemed that someone would just pop up at the bar asking for a drink whenever it happened. This was one of the few times that the two of you could be completely open and vulnerable with each other without the risk of outside judgment.

Given the fact that he was such a gambler, Husk has a knack for all sorts of card games. If you get too bored, just give him a deck of cards and the possibilities for entertainment are endless. Want him to teach you how to play poker or rummy? Done. Want him to embarrass himself while he tries to relearn some card tricks that he used to flaunt? Done and done.

🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:

The second you told him you were sick, he would waste no time in finding one of his many inventions that could help you in some way. He definitely has some complex medical screening device hidden somewhere that he could use… he just has to remember where he put it.

If you complain about being sore, he will insist that you snuggle up next to him. Because he’s a cold-blooded reptile, his body is one big ice pack! On the other end, if you feel yourself coming down with some feverish chills, he has you covered! His bedroom ceiling is essentially one huge heat lamp, so feel free to chill under there, too!

Has assigned himself as your personal nurse and will provide anything that your heart desires. If it for some reason cannot be found within the hotel, he will travel to any ring of Hell necessary to make sure that you are well taken care of. This man is DETERMINED.

You can tell that he’s taking this seriously because he actually neglects his “evil duties” for a couple of days. The airship isn’t even mentioned until you heal (unless, of course, you feel that taking a ride on the airship would make you feel better. Then, of course he will set it up for you!).

Despite literally voicing his complete and utter devotion to your every flight of fancy, this man is still as awkward as ever. He will still struggle to ask you if you want to cuddle, quite literally fluttering around the subject until you bring it up for him.

At the end of the day, though, Sir Pentious is probably the sweetest sinner you could’ve ended up with as your caretaker. He may be awkward, but boy, does he love you!

👹👼Lucifer👼👹:

While you are resting in bed, he will conjure up the most delightful images of anything you request (his favorite, though, is a group of ducklings waddling through a golden lake together 🫶)

Being the King of Hell, he has so many interesting stories to tell you if you’re willing to listen. He will gladly tell you stories as you lay in bed with him, slowly lulling you to sleep. (His daughter clearly got her love of storytelling from him).

He loves that you trust him enough to let him take care of you - he doesn’t often have people around, let alone people that he truly loves. Just your presence in his room truly fills him with so much joy.

He didn’t want to annoy you with his ramblings about his many rubber ducks so he was ecstatic when you asked him to give you a tour of all of them. This man was telling you each and every duck’s name, backstory, etc. and honestly, it was adorable. When he quickly glazed over one of the ducks anxiously, you asked why. He then shyly revealed that it was, in fact, a rubber duck that looked just like you.

His love language is definitely gift-giving. This rubber duck would lead to him showing the many, MANY gifts he has created for you in his free time. He always has a ton of downtime, so making gifts for people is his favorite hobby. These gifts include, but aren’t limited to: various duck items, binded storybooks, music boxes, paintings, etc. This man is TALENTED, to say the least. He just hopes that looking at these will distract you enough from being sick.

Also, his room is by far the comfiest to sleep in while you’re sick… the mood lighting that is naturally provided from his glowing light shows is simply unmatched.

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moongreenlight · 7 months

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What if your brain tells you that nurse!reader from the previous fic was on the field with the boys as an on call medic and gets taken as a POW and ghost is losing his fucking mind?? - like actual feral behavior

Ohhhhhhhhhmygod. Hi? I’m in your walls. So mad I didn’t see this before because I’ve been SLAVING over a Simon fic all week and this apparently is the motivation I needed to put some more batshit insane things on the internet forever.

We all know that Simon is a fucking machine. Prides himself on his ability to essentially turn off his humanity on the field. But for some reason his nurse!reader is the one thing that interrupts that ability. Even seeing you treating a few rowdy privates gets him worked up. Lingers around the medbay in his free time for no apparent reason just to side eye your patients and glare at them to make sure there’s absolutely no possibility of you getting hurt.

There was probably an occasion where you were treating a soldier who didn’t fare well with pain. Moaning and crying and thrashing while you did something simple like tuck their arm into a sling, and they somehow writhed around enough to hook you in the cheek with their elbow. Nothing serious, but it left an angry red mark on your cheek for so long that he caught it on one of your evening walks around base. Usually after dark so you could both avoid being found out.

And then the next day you see Simon dragging that same soldier to a different nurse’s bed under the armpits. Explaining gruffly that he went unconscious because he couldn’t handle training. (He made the poor bastard run the track in full tactical gear on one of the hottest days of the year for nearly an hour straight. No water. No breaks.)

You were the kindest, softest thing he’d ever come in contact with. Something he never thought he’d be able to find in this lifetime after so much hate and anger and pain. He couldn’t risk losing you, which is why he was so strict on his saying no to you joining the task force on the field. The shit they did was dangerous. Immensely so. And this brought up two main points for Simon.

One; he wouldn’t be able to focus on the task at hand knowing you were out. He slept with one eye open when you were nestled close to his chest and snoring softly in the comfort of your own home that he’d all but booby-trapped home alone style. No fucking way he’d allow you out into hostile territory with only a introductory understanding of self-defense. He’d be on pins and needles the entire mission. Probably get the entire squad killed because he’d constantly be looking over his shoulder for you.

Two; it would rip him to shreds if he lost you. You were the only person he truly saw as an equal. The first time the two of you met, he was probably being angsty and rude because he did something to land himself in the medbay, and when he refused to take off his tact vest so you could listen to his heart and lungs, you all but held him at scalpel-point and threatened him within an inch of his life until he finally submitted. After that he was fucking hooked. Obsessed with the way you could get brutes like him to roll over and show you their belly like obedient dogs. And you were kind to him. Immeasurably kind. Dealt with his mood swings and took the time to get to know him. Suffered through the impossibly long process of him letting his guard down.

So if somehow his orders were ignored, it was almost certain that you’d be given strict orders to keep your involvement under wraps. Price would have enough of an idea of the situation to keep the two of you on opposite schedules in the days leading up to deployment. Minimize the possibility of you letting slip that you’d be coming along to preserve not only the integrity of his team but also his quality of life.

It would seem like a regular day to Simon at first. Loading into the helo before dawn, sitting between Johnny and Gaz and trying to tune them out while they snarked at one another across him. And then Price would come on looking guilty as sin. You could practically smell it coming off him. Leaning both his arms on the open door and signaling the driver to start the engine for a quick take off in case Simon decided to abandon ship in his outrage.

He’d give some spiel about teamwork and the importance of focusing on the mission and whatever other bullshit he thought would keep Simon the most level headed. Spewing on and on until Gaz finally cut him off with a pointed yawn. At which point he’d give the group one last look, lingering the longest on the ghost mask, before stepping aside to reveal you.

Dressed up in a uniform that looked about a size too big. Tailored as best it could be in the short notice. Pants chopped and hemmed to make them a manageable length, belt pulled as tight as it could go around your waist. Strapped into a vest that was loaded with medical supplies instead of weapons. Two pistols holstered on your either side.

Simon was beyond livid. Spouting steam like a cartoon bull. Staggering to stand when the chopper took off and stalking over to the cockpit where Price sat and tried to look casual.

Gave him a fucking earful. Screaming over the roar of the engine into the earpiece on a private channel for the entire two hour long flight. Bitching about paperwork and dead weight and how it’s just another person he’ll need to look after and he doesn’t want to. It’s almost impressive. Price doesn’t get a word in sideways. Gets shut down immediately if he even dares to open his mouth.

And he’s a monster when he finds out you’ve been taken POW. Circled by the enemy team like ravenous wolves finding a wounded deer. Soap and Gaz both have to pin him down when Price breaks the news. Seeing fucking red.

A large part of me thinks he internalizes a lot of the torture he went through in the comics. Letting it sit and fester inside him like the worst kind of poison that it took him years to meticulously extract from his very being and carefully contain into a small vial. Laying dormant in the back of his mind for a moment like this. He had no idea what the enemy wanted with you, so he had to assume the worst.

Storms their base by himself. Sniffs you out through a maze of bunkers and underground tunnels and infinitely many heavily secured doors. And the rest of the force just watches his six. Stands back feeling a little nauseous, but letting him blaze down his war path. Any and everyone who gets in his way is guilty unless they can prove their innocence- and they don’t get the chance. Runs through all his ammo gunning down countless grunts and privates stationed outside the base of planted as decoys. Specifically demanding that Price be the one to give up his weapons and ammo so he can continue on. And it’s the one time that the captain allows him to snarl orders like that.

Price knows that Simon is, in his core, a fighting dog. Rescued by the force and given an opportunity to channel his aggression into a more productive outlet. And now it seems all his hard work and training is coming unraveled. Watching Simon once again snap his jaws and bare his teeth, killing without rhyme or reason to get you back, is jarring to say the least. So in some last-ditch effort to preserve some of the trust that they’d built, he surrenders. Shows his belly. Shrugs off his rifle with no objection other than the way his mouth drew into a tight line.

Simon kicks through heavy metal reinforced doors without the need for a battering ram. Pushes himself well past the point of exhaustion. Fueled purely off the instinctual need to recover you. He can’t speak. Can’t eat. Can’t drink. Can’t stop.

He’d mow through the first few ranks of soldiers until they finally found someone that looked like they’d have at least a sliver of useful information and beat them within an inch of their life until they gave up the information that would eventually lead him to you.

In all honesty, you were probably taken with the intent to lure them in. Not anticipating your absence would have such an impact. Kept you bound in a guarded room. Roughed up a bit just from your struggle, but they hadn’t had time to interrogate you before they got word that 141 was coming in wild and sideways.

This would send Simon even further into madness. Body aching, bleeding from his knuckles. His knees and shoulders screaming their protest when he broke down the door, sending it crashing into the room. And the first thing he sees is you huddled in a corner blindfolded and bound with handcuffs that were cutting into your wrists from your trying to escape. He’d be an entirely different person. (I am giggling and kicking my feet.)

He wouldn’t even bother wasting time with the rifle. He’d handle what few guards were left with his bare hands. Possessed by some kind of superhuman strength. Catching a second wind the moment he laid eyes on you. He’d rush over, the rest of the boys standing guard in the hallway, and break you free from your restraints.

And as much as I would want him to be sweet and coddle you and coo over you, he’d probably be riding such a high that he wouldn’t be able to. He’d immediately start in on you, but with significantly less ferocity than he had with Price.

“You got a fuckin’ death wish? Think they’d turn you into a martyr for bein’ a medic on the field? Real original fuckin’ concept, yeah?”

He’d pull you in close to him, giving you an incredibly detailed once over. Inspecting your face and neck and arms legs for any further damage, and once he determined after three checks that all your wounds were purely superficial, he’d allow his hands to shake just slightly when he smoothed your hair back off your forehead.

#cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #drabble #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites

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yok00k · 4 months

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LOVE.

pairing: pinkcoquette/Sanriolover!oc x bf!jk

genre: fluff, smut

“Sippin' bubbly, feelin' lovely”

Synopsis: you wanted to try the “pink coquette core” on your boyfriend and your poor sleepy dog

warnings: brief SMUT at the end, oc is desperate, clingy, and be waking everyone up @ midnight in the name of coquette core💀, too much love in the air, mention of jk only in his sweatpants, dirty thoughts, (pink bow should have its own warning too imo)

Author’s note: this is my very first work/drabble ^o^ I was mainly inspired by these outta pocket ‘coquette core’ videos on tiktok and it made me think about my man jungkook and my son bam (this is unedited & will probably stay that way, I just write for my own sanity)

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Pleaseeee my kookie? I promise it will be quick” I desperately pleaded to him as I straddled him on the couch. I showered his entire head with plenty of my sweet kisses, trying to convince him to do a foolish video that’s quite trending today. The only response I got are his arms snaking around my lower waist while he continues to watch his tv show, Bloodhound.

Early this morning, I was scrolling on my ‘for you’ page and saw a bunch of pretty and pleasing coquette videos. Essentially, pink bows were wrapped around the daintiest [and most random] stuffs including ramen cup noodles, lip oil, or even a rose toy. Do I get the pattern of the coquette trend? Absolutely not. But one certain thing I’m sure of is that I will wrap a tiny baby pink bow around my boyfriend. And it will happen no matter what it takes.

Since offering him with plenty of affection doesn’t seem to work, I had to go down with my last technique. “I will grant you three wishes if you let me do it” I whispered softly to his ear. Immediately, he grabbed the remote to pause the show that he was so focused on .

“Anything?” Jungkook eagerly asked, two round, shining dark eyes gaze upon me as they search for assurance in my words. “Anything” I guarantee, kissing his pretty nose before getting off his lap.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

“koo stay still” I complained while giggling at the sight of him attempting to awkwardly stand still with a flimsy ribbon flimsy bow that looped around his torso and veiny arms.

‘How cute’ I thought.

While trying to capture videos and a couple of photos of him, I can’t help but to flash a grin. Small things like this really make my heart so full. Spending a solid quality time with him, even if it’s doing something nonsense is a memory I will forever value.

“So cute” I mumbled, staring at my phone as I went through the images I took seconds ago.

After a minute or two, Jungkook, who’s still standing, took a loud, deep breath.

“baby are we done yet?” he whined. “Oh my bad kookie” I rushed to turn off my phone to finally give my undivided attention to him. The ribbon tied around him got unfasten by me. Finally, he can breathe freely again.

―୨୧⋆ ˚

It was midnight when out of nowhere, another light bulb popped out of my brain on what (or who) to use the notorious pink decoration for. And in this case, I won’t be able to sleep unless I accomplish the sudden idea. Somehow, I managed to escape from Jungkook’s arms securely holding onto my waist. I quickly grab two pink short strips and head to the living room. The entire apartment was filled by silence and darkness therefore I turned the mini lampshade in the corner, causing Bam to wake up and immediately have his guards up. When he recognized that it was just me, he put his head down on the floor while holding a gaze on me as if he’s questioning ‘why is she bothering me at this hour?’

“I’m sorry for waking you up this hour bammie, mama just needs to do something real quick ok?” I gently explained to the Doberman. It didn’t take me so much time to delicately tie a not-so-tight bow around his both ears. What took time was taking good pictures of him for the reasons that he’s moving too much and doesn't know what on earth is going on.

“Look at mami bam” I whispered, snapping my fingers to get his attention to look in the camera. The poor dog keeps moving his head, figuring out the thing around his ears are for.

“Baby what are you doing?” an abrupt voice spoke behind me.

Shit. Turning my body around, I got a glance at the half lidded eyes filled with pure curiosity. As I examined his tall and muscular physique, I also didn’t fail to notice that he was only wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants. And when I say only, I meant only so don’t ask me for any color of something.

The things that my mind urges me to do.

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I dropped my knees in front of him, left hand wrapped in his upper leg while the other hand softly palmed his growing tent. I looked into his eyes as I gave his clothed cock few pecks, teasing him. Instantly he gave me a nod before throwing his head back, gesturing to me to keep on going.

I wasted no time and pulled down his sweatpants till an angry, hard cock that slapped his bottom abdomen was released from being suffocated. It’s too pretty, so desperate to be touched. Using my small grip, I wrapped my hand around his shaft, directing it right to my drooling mouth. I gifted his pink mushroom tip kitty licks, then proceeded to gradually bob my head up and down greedily to his cock as if he’s my last meal.

“mmh.. so good baby” jungkook shamelessly groans, the cold room is filled with nothing but dirty, loud moans. The noises motivated me to go on and also to do the best I can to make him feel good.

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“___, you still with me?” he asked again, bringing me out in reality from the filthy thoughts that've been going around the back of my head.

“yeah.. I was just trying the ribbon on Bam” I responded breathlessly as my gaze returned to his beautiful eyes. I just smiled, as if I wasn’t imagining an obscene scene with him a few seconds ago. “let’s go to sleep” I announced as I got up from the ground.

and before we sleep, I made sure to turn my little cute scenario into reality.

#jungkook x reader #jungkookxreader #jungkook imagine #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #jungkook smut #jungkooksmut #hello kitty #jungkook fanfiction #jk smut

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velvetures · 9 months

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Simon is def the type of boyfriend/ husband to adopt a big dog for your anniversary present (even though it's so self serving, he just wants you to have extra protection). He even puts a little bow on the pups collar when he's presenting you with the new edition to the family. (I can see him with a Belgian/ German shepherd, doberman or even a pit mix breed)

Oh my god, there is no way Simon isn't insisting his S/O doesn't have a dog once you've become an established couple.

I think the only difference I have from your HC is that he'd already have the pup trained and nearly at full size when he brings it home for the first time.

Naturally, he's got plenty of experience after having Riley for years. And spent a lot of time sneaking some of your dirty clothes out of the house to put in the dog's kennel while it's being trained. Accustomating it with your scent and connecting your smell with something that isn't used in training unless it's a drill relating your scent to an object needing protection.

Simon isn't particularly attached to the dog emotionally in the way you're going to be. But he's adamant that other than himself, you're the only other person who will know how to command the dog. It's a safety measure that you're going to be a little resistant to at first, but once he explains that it's so you're always safe -even when he's away- you understand that it's for the best. Simon wants a loyal protector for you, and he's not risking you for anything.

In addition to that, Simon really understands and employs "scary dog privilege" tactics often. Even using himself as the warden who follows you around in public and keeps too many eyes from lingering. The dog he brings home is most certainly intimidating, yet impossibly patient and gentle with you. It's designed that way though. Simon trained the pup to think of you as mom essentially, and his only role is to always protect mom.

When he brought your cane corso home, Simon had nothing but pride for the stoic and well-trained guard dog.

The only problem with this is, you're too damn loving for your own good.

Where Simon won't let the dog on the couch, you put your foot down and demand it gets to sleep at the foot of the bed where you can tuck your feet under it to keep warm. He refuses to feed it anything other than its regimental diet, where you love making lick-mats and trialing a bunch of different dog-safe foods almost like your own little cooking show. Simon refuses to pet the dog all the time, but it's almost given he's going to come home and find you curled up with the massive beast on the couch. You -dead asleep- and the guard dog looming over your curled-up form and giving a low, malicious, growl.

Until it realizes Daddy has come home.

Then the big bastard won't leave Simon alone long enough to take his boots off without getting covered in drool and enough hair to make a fur coat.

These are the kinds of pictures you send Simon, utterly destroying his own mental image of the terrifying dog charged with keeping you safe. You're quite amused when he demands you stop making the dog look so pathetic.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #cod #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #velvetures writes #velvetures #simon bringing home a dog #domestic couple #squishy face cane corso #ghost is very dissapointed #anon <3

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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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Here's the awaited post about some tieflings in rut, please enjoy my brainrot about getting dicked down by tieflings :)

Full NSFW under the cut

Poly Dammon and Rolan NSFW rut headcanons

Pre-rut

So while in pre-rut they guys are protective, irritable, and just on the cusp of being unbearably horny

The entire time you find yourself pulled between the two hormone filled tieflings, either into Dammons bed or onto Rolans lap

Sometimes both of those things at the same time

They originally didn't have their ruts at the same time, you'd have about a month or so generally between to recover

But as the three of you spent more time dating, and as the two helped each other more often during their ruts, soon you'd find them slipping into rut as soon as the other did

Now, you also have to deal with two pre-rut tieflings for three or so days, at the same time

Dammon is a bit more apologetic about his behaviour, but it's just barely, and it doesn't stop him from growling at the mere sight of any man other than him or Rolan looking at you

Rolan has no apologies, he's more than happy to pull you against him at any opportunity, snapping at anyone who tries to interrupt and that includes Dammon

It's not even worth it to try and leave the house at this point, with one tiefling hanging off you and the other acting as your own personal guard dog

It doesn't stop when you sleep either, they both need to be touching someone, and if they can't have you snuggled between them then you bet the two of them are snuggling each other

A common occurrence is waking up to the feeling of one or both kissing the bare skin on your neck, shoulders, and collarbones

They really can't get enough

By time you've gotten through a couple days of this, Dammon is already dragging you both to his bed finally

He's been watching Rolan grinding against you for the past two days, and the both of you just look so good right now

It's this impatience that sends them both into full rut right then, so I hope you're prepared

You might want to prep some water and snacks to put beside your bed

In rut

These two are surprisingly good at sharing you while in rut, and they definitely have a bit of a routine going so that everyone leaves satisfied

After what was essentially multiple days of foreplay, it's no surprise when both of them want to get straight to the point

Rolan will have you straddling him as you're sat in his lap, hard cock resting against your thigh as he captures your lips in a kiss

Dammon will be behind you, grinding against your ass as he litters kisses down your neck and shoulders

All three of you are breathless when Rolan lays back against the headboard, easing you down onto his cock with Dammons hands helping steady you by your hips

It takes all his will to not buck his hips up into yours immediately, Dammon being the one that leads the pace even during rut

The way Dammon grinds against you guides you to roll your own hips against the tiefling under you

The two of you revel in Rolans whines and moans as he tries to grab at your hips and Dammons hands that cover them

The entire time Dammon is praising the both of you, soon his breeding kink slips in as it turns to him teasing you both about how you're going to leave this room carrying one of their kids

The tieflings talk about knocking you up only spurs on Rolan, and soon you're dripping with his cum and pulled away so Dammon can have you

It's only then that Rolan finds his voice for something other than whining, caressing your face and making barbed remarks about you being a 'good little thing' for them both

His hands and tail easily soothe you as Dammon has his way with you, so overcone after waiting for so long to have you, worked up into a frenzy

Dammon himself is pulling your hips back against him with every thrust, ribbed cock stretching you out further despite having already taken Rolan

The two continue this dizzying treatment until Dammon finally stills within you, leaving you feeling filled and exhausted beyond belief

There's no need to worry though, after giving you water and making you comfortable, the two men are happy to give you a rest and take care of each other for a round

It's quite the sight watching as Dammon tops Rolan, easily bending the wizards body to his will as he takes him roughly

The two love it if you reach a hand over to wrap around Rolans ridged cock, you and Dammon pleasuring him until his cum litters his chest and stomach

It's only after they've both had their fill, rounds after rounds of you all switching positions, that they're finally ready to attempt to clean up before falling asleep

And every time they're in rut you know you're in for days of the undivided attention of your two favourite tieflings

And none of you would have it any other way

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader #dammon x reader x rolan #dammon x rolan #bg3 smut #baldurs gate 3 smut #dammon smut #rolan smut

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pix3lplays · 2 months

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I'm bout to commit a massacre if someone dares hurt Sunday by using his loved ones.

Just imagine Sunday with an s/o who's essentially like his guard dog. Sweet and affectionate with him but if you're a threat, they can and will grind your face to paste. Just ask his stalkers. And Sparkle.

Yes yes yes and yes, guard dog reader, I love that.

Sunday, who’s fully capable of defending himself, with an s/o who is oh so willing to do it for him.

Also not exactly the same but imagine reader functioning as his anger translator, that’d be SO funny.

“Mr. Sunday is telling you to shut up and leave him alone :)”

Reader is just kinda a menace. Fighting anyone who slights Sunday, telling them exactly what he REALLY thinks about them…it’s…pretty funny.

Sunday having to hold back his crazy s/o before they cause a scene. I love that.

He’s just smiling while you’re desperately trying to rip someone to shreds, “please forgive my dear, they tend to be a little…protective.”

He needs to invest in one of those little backpacks with the leash for you so he can keep you in check, lol.

He was kinda tempted to just. Let you loose on Sparkle though. Just to see what would happen.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Sunday #Sunday x reader #Hsr Sunday x reader #honkai star rail Sunday x reader

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starlightwritcr · 5 months

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I can fix him, literally. (Android au!Sukuna)

(@poe-daydreams this is for you <3)

warning/s: Minors DNI, Smut, exhibitionism but not really? idk how to describe it, light degradation, use of "whore", Sukuna's two dicks

Imagine android!Sukuna used to be a popular fighter in an underground fighting ring. Key word: used to be. He went up against Jujutsu Technology's newest Gojo model, S4T0RU (or Satoru, as most fans call him), but suffered a humiliating defeat at his hands. This caused heavy damages on Sukuna which led to his owner throwing him out to the trash. After all, why keep the old model around when the latest model was far superior?

But you didn't believe in such. You were surprised to find a Sukuna model in the trash at the back of a dingy building. Who in their right mind would throw away a million dollar android in this economy?! You took the android in, seeing as how the previous clearly didn't want him.

It was a challenge to repair the Sukuna model but as someone who used to work for Jujutsu Technology, you were able to do it. His mind chip seemed to be working fine. It was just the external parts that suffered heavy damage, which should be easy enough to replace. All it took was ordering spare parts online and giving it a new coat of paint to match his original model's tattoos to make him look good as new!

When android!Sukuna's systems started operating again, he woke up from sleep mode and saw you. You explained that you fixed him up after finding him in the trash. There were still some tests to run, just to see if there would be any possible bug fixes needed.

In true Sukuna fashion, he wasn't very cooperative at first. This wasn't your first rodeo though and managed to convince him to do it so that it could be over with. It didn't come as a surprise to you that a fighter android would be aggressive. Plus, the Sukuna line was designed with that personality to elicit reactions from audiences when he trash talked his opponents. It was pretty much just how he was designed.

While running the tests on Sukuna, you decided to check his memory file to see what happened before he was thrown out. You saw how badly he got beaten by the S4T0RU model.

Perhaps it was a strange thing to do, but you empathised with the android. Getting abandoned and replaced would be painful for any regular human after all. Even if Sukuna was an android, it wasn't uncommon for androids to develop a capacity for human emotions. This tended to be the case for fast-learning androids.

So, you kept him around. Sukuna wasn't too pleased about it but it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. He was rough and brash at first, blowing a hole into your finances with how much fuel he needed to consume. He calls you soft for treating him like he's human.

But despite the difficulties, despite the insults, you couldn't bring yourself to abandon him. You'd be no better than the person that replaced him so easily. You taught him how to navigate human life, dealing with human emotions, all the essentials needed. Soon enough, you noticed a change in his behaviors. Sukuna hovered around you, never leaving your side. It was almost like he was attached to your hip.

In a way, Sukuna did what he was created to do. He became a bodyguard of sorts, protecting you from creepy dudes whenever you went out. His trash talking feature especially came in handy during gossip sessions where you just had to vent about a rude coworker.

android!Sukuna found a new purpose in you. It was odd going from being a fighter android basking in cheers from the audience to being a companion android protecting his owner like a guard dog. But perhaps this life was more meaningful than his previous one. He'll never admit that though. It's only through his actions that you understand how he felt.

Feeling your touch on his synthetic skin felt even more exhilarating than all the cheers from the audience he's received in his fighting career. Sukuna cursed at himself, realising that he's become whipped for you. He was lucky that it was you, the person who's never abandoned him.

Sometimes android!Sukuna can be pretty possessive. You worked with repairing other androids so deep down, there was a fear that you'd find another android you liked more and replaced him with it. Even if he knew you wouldn't, there was a lingering fear that was deeply rooted ever since he was abandoned.

The height of Sukuna's possessiveness came to its peak when you brought home a sex android from the S4T0RU line. Its previous owners had a really good time with it and accidentally damaged it. You were baffled by this, seeing as how Jujutsu Technology usually equipped its Gojo models with tough materials. They must've went really wild with it.

While repairing it, Sukuna pulled you close. He glared at the S4T0RU model that was in sleep mode. You gasped as his fingers slipped into your clothes, going up your thighs.

Your cries of pleasure echoed against the walls as Sukuna fucked you in front of the android. His hands held you tightly, keeping you in place while he drove his synthetic cocks into you.

"When did you get two dicks?!" "Shut up and take them, whore."

You felt your brain turning to mush while he rearranged your insides with his thick cocks. Sukuna smirked in satisfaction when he knew your attention was completely on him and not that android on your work desk.

#jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna smut

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marleemutt · 5 months

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TLDR: im a black trans artist who can use some help right now following the sudden passing of my only sister - her doberman is now the responsibility of my parents and we can use help for his food, supplements, toys etc.

Kofi (help me send Chewy orders to my parent's house)

Wishlist (literally send him things like toys, treats, etc.)

⬇️ more info ⬇️

hey guys

some of you might be aware of this already, but early October, my eldest sibling & only sister suddenly passed away due to a seizure, she had been dealing with epilepsy her whole life.

this has been incredibly difficult for me, and my family. her passing was incredibly sudden, she was only 30.

for the past month or so ive been struggling to find any motivation to draw, and barely able to work.

she was the incredibly devoted owner of a doberman named Remi(Ramsey). Me and my sister traveled 4 hours to pick him up three years ago. He's a goofball who tears up socks and needs constant supervision. My parents love him, but I can tell he is a lot of work for two people who have fulltime jobs and have lived long lives.

I'm going to try to help them take care of him as much as possible, I feel that it's the least we can do to honor my sister's memory, since she loved him so deeply.

My sister always wanted a doberman, for years she would watch videos about dobermans and talk about them to anyone who would listen.

Remi wasn't easy to raise - I shared a room with my sister when she got him in 2020, she still worked a 9-5, five days a week, so I was his nanny for most of his difficult childhood. I was his chew toy for the first year of his life about - but that only made him bond closer to me. If he wasn't following my sister, I was choice #2. Dobermans are "velcro dogs", they were bred to guard their owners, and because of this, they are fiercely loyal. I've been moved out of my parent's place for going on 3 years, and my sister had just moved with Remi out a few months prior to her passing.

A week before my sister's sudden passing, we had to board Remi at my dog daycare job while my family and I took a trip out of state. When dropping him off, although he was happy to see me again for the first time in months, the moment my sister turned her back to him he began to panic. He got through the boarding all right but my coworkers told me he would cry and wait by the door for me or her. When my sister picked him up, they said he jumped all 80+lbs into her arms.

Since my sister's passing, Remi has been directionless. He's with my family, people he trusts, but he's bored, confused, and heartbroken. My sister would often take him to the dog park, social events, on runs, etc. but my parent's can't do that in their age. If my apartment allowed large dogs, I would take him, but I can't, and I see him maybe twice a month if possible.

Ramsey's Christmas List

I made a christmas list for him of things that might help my parents better take care of him. We're trying different food brands out because he struggles with frequent stomach issues, and we can't seem to figure out what food my sister was feeding him. This list is by no means a necessity for him, but I tried to add things to help with his boredom and keep him stimulated when my parents can't give him all their attention.

i do want to state that my family is capable of providing him with the essentials to live, we arent irresponsible. i would just like to help my parents out since a 3 year old 80-90lb doberman is a lot of work to be suddenly placed on them soley. And I worry for his health and well-being sometimes - Remi has a tendency to eat/tear random objects when he's bored.

please consider donating whatever you can. Everything goes directly to him.

thank you for taking the time to read this, and possibly reblog if possible. ❤️

#artists on tumblr #black artist #black lives matter #mutual aid #doberman #doberman pinscher #trans artist #trans day of visibility #tdov

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taehyuncult · 4 months

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taesan + facesitting

warnings: fem!reader, facesitting ofc, one mention of insecurity, way too much detail, bit of hair pulling, dirty talk, one smack, male masturbation, use of his real name, bro eats pussy like he hasn’t eaten in 17 days, cum eating.

SMUT UNDER THE CUT! MDNI

one day dongmin became curious about face-sitting. little did he know, that was something you really wished to try out. he trusts you a lot, so he knows he can tell you something he’s curious about without any sort of hesitation. he would come to you all excited and say he’d want to try something new, which you were always up for.

you two would go through your usual heavy petting + messy makeout session as he undresses you with a sort of urgency. it made you even more excited as to what he wanted to try, he didn’t tell you right away as he wanted to surprise you. once all clothes were torn away, he’d look at you for a second, out of breath from kissing you, and ask “can you sit on my face?” it would be so blunt, catching you off guard. your cheeks would heat up from his bluntness, but also from the fact that you love the idea of sitting on his pretty face. “are you sure? what if i crush you?” you said as your head tilted down with a bit of insecurity. “no! please, it would be so hot! i don’t care if you crush me, i’ll gladly suffoca-” “HAN DONGMIN!” you scolded him as you felt the presence of heat on your face get warmer. he was trying to make light of your insecurity, which you appreciated, but still the vulgarity of it all was a bit embarrassing.

“are you sure?” you asked with a shaky voice as he quickly got into position, comfortable on his back as he reached his hand out. “yes! please, i want you to so bad!” he’d say as you took his hand, straddling his torso with a bit of caution. “if i crush you just push me off, okay?” you’d say with a stern voice. he shook his head, looking up at you with the cutest puppy dog eyes, then would promise you that he would. “now put that cute pussy on my face!” he’d say with a goofy smile as he witnessed your eyes widen, then roll at his boldness.

you hesitantly moved up his body, getting into place. the view of him underneath you was more than enough to already make your mind fuzzy. once he was eye level with your pussy, he latched his arms around your thighs. he essentially put you in place, holding you tightly as his fingernails were digging into the soft skin of your thighs. you hadn’t even fully sat on his face yet and he was already this excited? it made you smile to yourself seeing the effect this position had on him.

“r-ready?” you said as you felt the butterflies in your tummy get more intense. he nodded his head as you gently took your seat on your boyfriend’s face. he wasn’t pleased with how lightly you were sitting on him, he was disappointed you would even think to hover, so he took matters into his own hands. “no hovering!” he said as he smacked your thigh, and pushed your thighs down, smothering his face with your already soaked pussy.

“wait- hold on!” you whined out as he start licking all around your folds like a madman. normally, he would lick you with controlled movements, paying attention to your every reaction. it was almost as if this act was causing him more pleasure than you. you weren’t complaining, though, the sight of him losing his cool underneath you was such a turn on.

he stopped for a moment to speak absolute filth to you. “you’re so pretty, taste so so good, god- i could eat this pussy forever.” he said, completely breathless as he gripped even tighter onto your thighs, pushing you down even closer to him. the sensation of his tongue licking all around your clit, all the sensitive spots of your pussy, was so good. the combination of his words, made you throw your head back. “g-good so fucking good.” you felt him smile into your body as he continued using his tongue against you. it was practically like he was making out with your cunt at this point with the way he was kissing, licking it all over.

the next move took you completely by surprise, though. his tongue fully penetrated your soaked cunt, pumping the muscle in and out of your body. “f-fuck dongmin! that’s too much!” you cried out at the sensation. you grabbed onto his hair in desperation, feeling yourself already growing close from just how intensely hot this moment was. you started to rock back and forth, riding his face all while tugging on his hair. “keep going- almost there.” you said as you felt your high even closer now. you felt yourself so close to the edge when you noticed a wet sound coming from something other than his mouth latched onto your pussy.

“oh my god are you touching yourself?” you asked, completely shocked. you felt him smile into your body again, nodding enthusiastically as you heard him continue to pump himself. in the heat of the moment, you couldn’t stop it, it was all too much. you felt the pressure in your tummy finally release. you threw your head back, finishing so hard from everything going on. from the face sitting to the grip he had on your body to him unashamedly playing with his cock, it was almost too much to handle. he helped you ride through your orgasm, making sure you enjoyed every second of it.

you were absolutely on cloud nine. your head felt dizzy as that had been one of the best orgasms you think you’ve had in your entire life. “enough, please.” you said to him as you pulled him away by his hair, not even realizing what you had done as you were too overwhelmed with sensitivity. he moaned out at the sensation. you got off him, throwing your body into the soft sheets right next to him. you immediately snuggled up to him, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. “that was-” “so fucking hot!” he finished your sentence for you, your eyes closed with tiredness as you felt like all your energy had been taken from you, but you could tell he was smiling as he said it. you took a second to gather yourself, then opened your eyes to see a mouthwatering sight in front of you.

“dongmin, did you cum all over yourself?” you asked, completely dumbfounded seeing the ropes of cum all along his stomach. “huh? oh, i guess i did.” he said as he smiled at you. you took your fingers, lightly tracing along his stomach, collecting some of his essence on your fingers. you licked it up from your fingers all while looking directly at him. “guess i should return the favor, huh?” you smiled at him, feeling a sudden surge of energy. “maybe you should, i was so good for you.” he said as you smirked at each other. this was going to be a long night.

end.

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gay-dorito-dust · 7 months

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Can you write h/c on how the reader was able to melt Bihan's frozen heart and how Bihan finally confesses to the reader?

Bi-Han is a man of few words and even fewer actions.

So it goes without saying that upon your first meeting Bi-Han kept you at arms length, possibly even further, and treated you just about as cold and as harshly as he did with others.

It’s just par for the course.

So the first things you did that truly melted Bi-Han’s ice cold heart was showing him basic level kindness/giving him companionship;

Bi-Han was more then content to stand alone then to stand with others with contrasting ideals to his own because he well and truly believed that to truly survive in life, you have to be the strongest within every regard and prepared to fight right down to the last man. So Bi-Han was more then well adhered to licking his own wounds when hurt, to taking care of himself to the point he had became self sufficient as a result.

So whenever you showed him a spec of kindness and patience was foreign to him. Bi-Han naturally felt himself wanting to fall back into the things that he has felt comfortable with his entire life. So at first he’d try to push you away and bother someone else by acting like his usual cold and harsh self, but when you’ve showed him time and time again that, no matter what he did or said, you weren’t going anywhere soon.

You stood by him despite his protests and exemplified a deep, unwavering loyalty that -in Bi-Han’s opinion- not many people possessed.

At first it annoyed him that you wouldn’t leave him to be on his own when it came to the moments where he was seemingly at his most vulnerable, finding it to be an intentional act of dismissal towards his wishes to being alone. However overtime Bi-Han had slowly but surly grown to find comfort within your presence during the more intense moments in his life; so much so to the point where he’d actively sought you out on his own accord to accompany him on walks or to just sit with him.

You had managed to get him to tolerate you, even if it was by a little bit, it was an achievement none the less. Upon seeing your expressions of happiness when he asks for your company had Bi-Han fighting back a genuine smile, finding your smile infectious, and feeling thankful that he was wearing his mask at the time.

This was the moment where his ice cold heart had started to thaw.

Gentle touches or just touching in general;

Bi-Han’s hands were rough, full of callouses and had an assortment of scars littered across them.

The same description could be used to describe Bi-Han as a whole as he had spent his life tailoring his body to become an instrument of destruction. A deadly weapon that didn’t flinch under any pressure but would buckle beneath a gentle caresses of the skin.

Not once had he experienced a gentle and loving touch like yours before, so when the pads of your fingers gently explored the expanse of his strong biceps, the muscles underneath your touch would tense up, as though they were frozen solid, before relaxing a little afterwards upon realising that he wasn’t in any danger.

Every time you touched Bi-Han, whether it’d be his hand, his bicep, his jaw or his face, he felt his breath hitch in his throat and his body quiver beneath your tender touches, just like he always did. Bi-Han wouldn’t admit it to anyone but he adored your touches to the point they became an essentially in his life. However the only problem with that was the fact you and Bi-Han weren’t romantically together. (Yet)

Bi-Han would always and forever remember the first time he experienced your touch until the day he died. It was after a mission and Bi-Han had came back to the Lin Kuei with his fair share of injuries and was quickly tended to within the medbay, where you were stood at his side like his own personal guard dog.

And that’s when you frost grabbed for Bi-Han’s hand for comfort, having worried yourself sick over him despite having full confidence within his abilities, and that’s when you felt Bi-Han froze completely. Thankfully his wounds were fully treated and was left to his own devices, for if the medics stayed, they would’ve been greeted with Bi-Han’s dark eyes widen slightly, heard his sharp inhale and see his hand cautiously shifted to better hold your own; his thumb rubbing across your knuckles as a means of reassurance.

Reminding him that he’s only human and inserting yourself when he’s disregarding his own health;

Bi-Han might be the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei but at the end of the day, he was as human as the next person. For Bi-Han had never once questioned his own decisions. Never. He could envision the future of the Lin Kuei clear as day and strived to ensure that he’d achieve that future with each and every opportunity.

He suffers from fatigue, he gets frustrated, he gets upset and he faces constant hardships. Just like any other human and before he met you, he would’ve pushed past all these limitations and bring himself to the brink of collapse due to his own neglect, but ever since he had the honour of meeting and getting to know you, he’s learnt to accept help now and then.

Even though that help primarily came from you as Bi-Han had positioned you highly in his life and would use this as a subtle way of showing you that level of respect he held for you. However just like any other human, Bi-Han would often times revert back to moments where he believes that he didn’t require help, and it wouldn’t be until you had to physically insert yourself into the situation in order to remind him that he wasn’t a one man army like he’s lead himself believe.

This often lead to disputes between the two of you but it was all worth it as it only proved to Bi-Han that you were more than willing to bring him back down to reality and see reason, even if it meant having to butt heads with him to do so, as his pride frequently get the better of him in a multitude of ways.

Bi-Han finally goes for it;

When the day finally had came for Bi-Han to confront you about his feelings, he was awkwardly stiff about it, but that’s what made it all the more memorable in your eyes, for you were able to claim that you were blessed to witness another side of Bi-Han that not many could would be able to say the same.

He would intentionally hand pick specific places where he’d wished to take you, and all the while under the guise of accompanying him on a walk to discuss important matters in regards to the Lin Kuei.

So imagine your surprise when Bi-Han guides you by the hand to an familiar spot that held sentimental significance to the both of you, admitting that he lied in order to get you away from everyone else just so he could discus all he wanted to say.

He would cut the bullshit and get straight to the chase by admitting how he’s felt over the course of your blossoming relationship, from how he used to be annoyed by the fact that you wanted to spend time with him, all the way through to how he felt about you now. Which included his need to withdraw from you, push you away in hopes that you never find your way back to him in fear of inevitably hurting you, but upon closer self reflection -and an deep consultation with Kuai Liang- Bi-Han confessed as to how far away he felt despite being next to you.

Wanting nothing more then to close that invisible gap between the two of you but being far too conflicted within himself to do so. During his speech you were within your emotions and not wanting to waste anymore time then you’ve already had second guessing everything, you brought Bi-Han’s speech to a halt by cupping his face between your hands, practically beaming, before bringing him into a searing kiss.

You couldn’t help it, he was being too handsome and too fucking perfect for you to not kiss his plump lips until you couldn’t anymore.

The confession was cute, it was genuine, it was orchestrated with a whole love of attention to detail and love that it felt very much like something Bi-Han himself had put together.

all that mattered however, was the fact that you and Bi-Han finally got what you both wanted.

#mk1 #mk1 x reader #mk imagine #mk x reader #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat x y/n #mortal kombat 1 x reader #mortal kombat x you #bi han imagines #bi han imagine #bi han x reader #bi han x y/n #bi han x you #sub zero x reader

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