#there’s another hc sprinkled in here
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Kunidazai reunion sparking them finally, actually, truly getting together (cause they're idiots who have essentially been and old married couple for years and were the last to notice)? I think yes.
kunikida offering his apartment to Dazai, as his partners was in no shape to be lived in, after all the time that had passed with no upkeep and the time it spent in police custody, being milled through for any potential evidence. there was no way he could let him go back to it, not now, not tonight. Kunikida needs him close tonight.
Dazai takes him up on his offer. he doesn't want to be alone. he won't admit it, but he can't be alone, he doesn't know what it would do to him, what he would do to himself if he was left unattended. so he gratefully, while making jabs and cracking jokes at his partner, follows him home.
their night proceeds as normal, as it had for years of Dazai crashing with him. Kunikida cooks while Dazai sits up on his counter, rambling on and on about anything he can think of. Kunikida never realized how much he missed Dazai's voice until the relief of not cooking in silence hit him.
when they eat Dazai drags his partner to sit on the couch, even though Kunikida hates eating on the couch, knowing he would make an exception for him, just for tonight. they sit too close to just be friends, coworkers, partners even. their arms touch, their knees lean into one another.
when Dazai's finished with his dinner he lays a head in Kunikida's lap, turning on the TV, flipping through all of his partners recorded media until he finds the show they had been watch together, every episode that aired since he was arrested is recorded and unwatched. with blurry eyes he hits play. Kunikida's hand is in his hair and it doesn't leave.
they don't talk, they don't have to, they've talked enough. for now they just want to sit and feel each other's touch and hear each other's breathing. it's all they need.
its nearly 3 in the morning when Dazai finally starts to doze, he'd curled up into a ball, halfway in Kunikida's lap at that point, holding onto one of his partner's hands. Kunikida knows he should get them both to bed, he should offer Dazai the room and take the couch, that he should have the man some space after all he'd been through. but he aches at the thought of leaving his side, at being separated again.
but he doesn't even have to say anything, should have known he never had to, Dazai's always been sharp as a tack, his intuition, almost terrifyingly, even sharper.
His partner turned lazily in his arms, looking up at him with tired but knowing eyes. let's go to bed, they say. you don't have to go, you can stay, they assure. please don't go, they beg.
Kunikida breathes a long, heavy, sigh of relief.
"ok," he answers, before finally getting up after hours laid up on the couch, watching as Dazai continues to doze.
his heart aches with feverish heat. he'd missed him so much he had begun to go mad, had gone mad really, and now his partner was back, he was back and alive and mostly well, and now he was so relieved it ached in its own right.
he went about making up his bed for two, for Dazai, knowing he needed enough pillows and blankets for half a dozen people, but kept stopping to look over the back of the couch to make sure he was still there, still with him, that he hadn't been taken away again. by the time he's done he's probably crossed his apartment two to three dozen times, from his room to the couch again and again, before he's finally decided the room was good enough, there were enough blankets for Dazai to cover himself with and pillows to hide in.
when he goes to Dazai this time around, he kneels in front of him, carding a hand through his hair, tracing a thumb over his brow, to his nose, and then his cheek. his partner's eyes flutter open, a smile graces his lips.
"come on," he whispers, worried too loud a voice would shatter the delicate air of safety and comfort around them, "time for bed."
Dazai hums, getting up with a stretch and a yawn, much like a cat, before gingerly hopping off the couch and into Kunikida's arms, a false smile and air of cheekiness to him, hiding the ache Kunikida knew all too well resided in his partner's heart as much as it did his own, if not more. he holds him for a moment, savoring the feeling of him in his arms, before taking his hand and leading him to their room.
Dazai knows the drill. he goes to the other man's dresser and picks out a pair of his own sweatpants, ones he kept here for nights like these, and as per usual, one of Kunikida's shirts, gliding across the room, out into the hall, and into the bathroom.
Kunikida crawls into bed, feeling like he's been hit by a bus by the days events, and ends up half asleep by the time he feels Dazai crawling into bed next to him.
he expects to see bandages peeking from the borrowed nightshirt, to watch Dazai shield himself from the world, from his partner's touch, with a swarm of blankets, for Dazai to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for him to fall asleep first.
but tonight's different, so different.
Dazai's skin is bare where the shirt doesn't cover, his scars on display, each and every one of them, the burns, the cuts, the bullet wounds, the ones Kunikida has never one been able to decipher the story of. they're all bared to him, with no visible hesitation on Dazai's end.
when his partner climbs into bed he neglects the pile of blankets laid out for him, the pillows too. instead he lifts the comforter that's draped over the entirety of the bed, Kunikida included, sliding beneath it like it's natural to him, like he'd done it every night for months, years even.
he looks at Kunikida for a moment, silently asking for permission, which Kunikida cannot give fast enough, and then Dazai's in his arms, his own wrapped around his neck, nothing between them but the clothes on their backs.
Dazai pulls away, just a bit, Kunikida almost cries out, almost pulls him back in, but knows better. he lets dazai go, but he never leaves. he's moved just far back enough so they could both look each other in the face.
"I missed you," he spoke softly, his hands shifting to hold the blonde's face.
"I missed you too,"
there's a moment of silence.
"I love you." the words are hesitant, skittish even, like he's unsure of how Kunikida would take it.
"I love you too," he replies without a second thought. he loves his partner, he loves him, more than he knows what to do with, so much it drives him mad and makes him ache.
Dazai nods. he's thinking, Kunikida can see it on his face, his mind is going a million miles a second. worry flashes on Dazai's face, and Kunikida panics, goes to pull away, goes to give Dazai space, even if his own skin burns at the thought of parting with Dazai's.
but Dazai doesn't let him, he clings to him, "Don't go, please don't go, please," he begs.
his voice is desperate, so Kunikida doesn't. he watches his partners face twist and turn, watches as fear spreads across his brow and tears gather in his eyes, and he doesn't know what to do because this has never happened.
but than Dazai leans in, slowly, tugging Kunikida closer so they can meet in the middle. Kunikida feels his partners lips on his. he kisses him back. he can't decide if that was a foolish decision or not. It's soft, softer than either of them knew they were capable of, it's gentle and earnest and good.
Dazai stops after a moment, lingers in Kunikida's space before looking him in the eye once more, he doesn't speak, they don't need to. Dazai looks at him, tears running down his face, but he's smiling, he's ok. his thumbs wipe away tears Kunikida hadn't realized he'd shed. they're ok.
"I love you," Dazai mutter's again, speaking again before the other man can answer "Kunikida?"
"yes, Dazai?"
"don't go."
"I won't."
"promise?"
"I promise." its a foolish thing to say, but Dazai needs to hear it, hell, he needs to hear it, "I'm not going anywhere, so long as you promise me the same."
he hesitates, his eyes avoid Kunikida's for a moment, before returning from their shared gaze, "I'll try, I promise, I'll really try this time"
Kunikida nods, slowly moving to kiss Dazai's forehead, the brunette leans into it.
"I know you will," he whispers into Dazai's skin, "and I'll always be here when it's too hard to manage on your own."
there's silence again, but it doesn't feel wrong or heavy, its soft and warm and it feels right.
"I love you," Kunikida finally returns.
there's more silence, Dazai just looks at him, just watches, fingers playing with Kunikida's hair and drifting over his face until something clicks into place in the other man's mind, something nobody but Dazai could ever understand.
he leans in once more to kiss his cheek before he settles against Kunikida's chest, letting out a pleased huff as he curls himself into a ball, "goodnight," he muttered, almost instantly going still with sleep.
"goodnight," Kunikida replied, knowing Dazai wasn't going to hear him, pressing his own goodnight kiss to the top of Dazai's head before burying his face in the other man's hair (Dazai doesn't smell like his shampoo anymore. it makes something in him cringe. he tries and fails to ignore it).
it takes Kunikida a while to fall asleep, he's too busy running the night over and over and over again in his mind. he holds Dazai close and lets his fingers trace over scars, feeling over his too-thin frame, feeling each bone beneath his skin. there's so many thoughts rushing through his mind, to many fears, worries, anxieties, what ifs. what if I hurt him? what if I break him? what if I ruin this?
his thoughts are only stopped when Dazai gently nudges his head into his jaw, hands pulling Kunikida's off of him, holding them gently in his own (he should have known sleep wouldn't come that easy to Dazai).
he takes a deep breath, steadying himself and his mind, his partner's hands squeeze his gently, good, they seem to say, and sleep finally starts to pull at him once more.
he lets it happen, let's his eyes close and his mind go blank, knowing Dazai is safe, he's safe in his arms, he won't be taken away again. he sleeps knowing Dazai loves him, that he kissed him, that tomorrow they'll wake up like this, and maybe, just fucking maybe they can finally have this one happy ending.
#I love when two emotionally constipated men find ways to be indirectly vulnerable and soft with one another. it matters so much to me.#they don't know how to talk about it or what they mean to one another or what they need from the other but they make it work#but after so long of dancing around each other only to be ripped apart for so long something just gives way and for once its in their favor#I hc that Dazai can be quite graceful in a ghostly and/or feline sort of way when he wants to be. he hops to his toes instead of standing-#glides instead of walking. stares into your soul with these big old eyes instead of just look. so thats just sprinkled in here.#on another note. these men are idiots. I said getting together but for christ sake they've been together for years they just never noticed.#I cringed at their stupidity multiple times while writing this.#dazai is scared of loving kunikida. he's scared his love will damn the man he loves. he's scared he'll leave too#but he can only run from his feelings so long#kunikida is scared to love dazai. he's scared he will find a way to break him. that he won't be careful enough. that he'll screw it all up.#they're so fucking messy and I love them your honor#I have so much to say about them#kunikida bsd#kunikida doppo#bsd kunikida#dazai osamu#bsd dazai#dazai bsd#kunikidazai#kunidazai#if you see typo's no you don't
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making out with Leo hcs
wc: 1.3k
warnings: making out (obvs),
genre: fluff (and little mild pinch of spice here and there), sfw
pairing: Leo x gn reader
song recs: I stood on my feet for 6 hours straight and all I could think about was you - tea, acolyte - slaughter beach dog
a/n: I couldn't resist w the gif. also GOD this man will be the death of me. I can feel him so viscerally and I need a smooch immediately
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This motherfucker is a kissing MACHINE
Making out with Leo can happen at almost any time
For almost any reason
Bc let’s be real
Who in their right goddamn mind wouldn’t want to make out with him at the drop of a hat
At any and every possible opportunity
So yeah lucky for you
And lucky for Leo
Making out is a very, very frequent occurrence
God Leo just gets lost in you
As cheesy as it may sound
He gets so blissed out from your taste and your smell
The feeling of your lips on his, your skin against his hands, his tongue in your mouth
He literally loses all sense of time and is just in this euphoric haze
After about three or four seconds he can feel himself just melt into you
And after that?? He’s gone
He’s on another planet
In a whole entirely different world
His hands are everywhere
In your hair, on your face, your neck and waist and ass
Grabbing your legs and caressing you so affectionately, his hands roaming all over your body and slipping under your clothes
And god holding your face??????
That one’s your favorite
When he holds your face in his big warm hands, stroking your skin
His soft lips are all over yours, tongue slipping playfully into your mouth as he sighs and moans against your lips
His soft breaths puffing over your skin while he works his lips against yours
He’s so happy and so relaxed like this
God you just make him feel so happy
So good and relaxed and warm
So whole and fuzzy inside
And seriously
He will make out with you at any and every possible opportunity
Lazy morning makeouts peppered in between the smell of minty toothpaste and fresh coffee
Your soft pajamas rub against his skin and you still smell like sleep
He never knows if he’s flushed from being cuddled under warm blankets or from how sweetly you smile and hum against his lips when he wraps his arms around you
These are sprinkled throughout your whole morning routine
He’ll sneak in little kisses and love bites while the he starts making you your favorite breakfast
Oh that’s another thing
He fucking loves cooking for you
Especially in the morning when you look all soft and sleepy
Like since you moved in together you literally can’t remember the last time you made your own breakfast
Or on busy days you have the exciting rushed indulgent “one more kiss before we go” kisses
That obviously turn into hurried makeouts
God he’s just addicted to you
Because it’s never just one more kiss
It’s the one after that
And after that
And the murmured “I love you- love you so much-” against your lips
Until you’re a giggling flustered wreck insisting you’ll both be late
And every single time part of him wants to say fuck it
Wrap you up in his arms and throw you on the couch and kiss you until you both pass out
Or yk… something else happens…
And then there are the equally lovely I’m so glad to finally see you after such a long day makeouts
You know, the ones where Leo enters smelling like metal and covered in grease and his hair’s all rumpled and pushed back out of his face
And he drops his bag and lets out the biggest sigh and before you’re even done greeting him he takes your face in his hands and gives you this big messy relieved kiss that melts into a full on makeout before he finally pulls away and looks at you so sweetly
“Hi,” he says softly
You greet him back with a flustered giggle and despite how tired he is he gives you the warmest most organic sincere smile
He would be amazed that you can always make him smile no matter how exhausted he is
But you’re really just that amazing so he can’t say he’s too surprised
Then there are the times where you’re out somewhere or at some event and Leo finds any excuse to slip away with you
You think maybe his social battery is running low
Until he pins you against the wall so you can suck face until you absolutely have to go back out there
He’s gotten in the habit of making a mental note of where any good quiet makeout spots are whenever y’all are anywhere
It’s not that he can’t keep his hands to himself
But like
You’re you
Of course he’s going to jump at any and every opportunity to kiss you breathless and get to hold you close to him and feel your body press against his
Kissing you
Making out with you
It makes his brain so quiet
And as an adhd genius, that’s not a luxury he gets very often
You’re an oasis of peace in the hurricane of chaos that is his life
And he truly has never been happier since knowing you
He just gets overwhelmed with his love and adoration for you
And usually kissing you does the trick
But sometimes after a while of feeling you grab at his shirt and melt into his touch
After feeling your pulse speed up when he bites at your neck to make you gasp a little
After being so, so close to you and hearing all of your little breaths and noises and sighs
He gets a little frisky
Playful if you will
But can you blame him??
You just look so extra cute when you get like this
I hope you don’t get flustered easily bc he will tease the shit out of you just to see you bury your face in his neck when you get all embarrassed from the attention
And he will find more and more ways to make you a flustered mess when he gets like this during a makeout sesh
Your favorite
And subsequently his
Is when he just fuckin
Scoops you up and tosses you onto the nearest surface
This can go one of two ways so we’ll be discussing the non lemon flavored one here
Yes he loves seeing you turn into a flustered mess bc of him
Yes he loves how nervous you get and how easily you respond to all of his licks and kisses and love bites
But god he just loves the intimacy of it all
Getting to lay on top of you on a soft couch with your legs wrapped around him
Holding your face and caressing your body with his hands, every brush of his fingertips telling you over and over how much he loves you
How amazing you are
How he thanks the gods and the fates every goddamn day that you’re in his life at all
Much less to this extent
He loves listening to your blood thrum and your breaths rise and fall
He loves the way you smell, the sound of your voice when it’s all quiet and up close like this
He just loves you
And he will express that in many ways, including making out with you as often as he possibly feasibly can
Because Leo is a firm believer that if you’re lucky enough to bag a catch like you, you kiss them and tell them you love them as often as possible
And get them a lot of flowers
Only some of which are a little charred
And you wouldn’t have them any other way
#heroes of olympus#heroes of olympus x reader#leo valdez#leo valdez x reader#heroes of olympus headcanons#leo valdez headcanons#making out with leo just conceptually????? it's like winning the lottery#the two things I go fucking apeshit feral for are cottage cheese and leonidas valdez
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Day 1 Of Fictober
Love potion
Yandere!Class 1A x Witch Reader Hc’s
Ask:Class 1a got hit by one of their potions and Reader is desperately trying to get an antidote. @serxinns
Warnings: Love potion, Yandere tendencies, obsession, Slight touching without permission.
Infecting the whole class at the same time was a mess. You had left your fail experiment out in your studying room and denki decide it would be funny to take some, and poor it in the food. You had no clue what it did but you knew it stay away, a feeling running down your spine or whispers in your ear.
Denki though it would have been something small like coughing up fire or needing to go right to the bathroom. But no, he infected the whole class with a obsession potion that made them deadly in love with you.
A hair had feel into your cauldron and a few mess up and you had made new potion. Some could say you had made the first one of its kind.
They followed you around the whole night. Their eyes on you at each second with a new sprinkle in their eyes.
At the table they all started to bicker at each other for unknown reasons to you. The girls started to grabbed ahold of you and soon you were picked up from your seat with your arms pulled in different directions. Mina held on and tugged you to her, then on the other side was Uraraka who did the same thing.
“She should sit with me!” “No! She’s with us!”
You groaned and look at the two very confused at the new aura in the air. Soon you were grabbed by Kirishim with Mina “I think sweetie belongs with us.” Then another hand wrapped itself around your wrists. You see deku glaring at Kiri with a glare you had never seen before.
“She’s in our group, I advise you to let go.” Dekus grip tights and the waves and sounds of his quirk get louder. Your face drops and pull you hands away from both of them which takes them back.
You rub your wrists, “I’ll just eat in my room. You guys are all being weird….Did something happen today?” Looking around at all of them your stomach drops. All their gazes are full of hunger.
You pick up your tray and turn to walk out of them room. Something didn’t feel right and the universe was trying to warn you. Heading to the door iida rushed in front of you and blocked off the door way.
“I must ask you to stay! It’s rude to ignore your friends, especially when we’re all worried about you.” You give him and head tilt.
“Worried? Why, I’m fine. If anything I should be the one worried.”
Then a pair of arms wrap around your arm and a head rubs up against you, “We all just care about you, so much.”
“Ribbit- Yeah, can’t we care for you?” Froppy comes up behind her friend and stare at you strangely.
Then all of them are surrounded you and looking at you, then girls taking it to calm you down and baby you. Through all of this you are just very confused. Scared for their well being and your own. So looking around for anything to help you or distract yourself your eyes fall on something that makes your mouth hang open.
Oh. It all made sense.
A potion bottle from your collection with barely any potion left within it. You made a note that this is some sort of affection potion and hopefully it will go away in a few hours.
“I apologize, I see someone in here took some of my potion this morning and infected all of you with it. Don’t worry I’ll find a antidote, I just need some time.” You slip your arm away from her.
As soon as you try and escape pass them, Momo and Hagakure jump in front of you. “But, we aren’t in any harm.” Momo gave you a unusual smile.
“Y/n-San is always so nice to us, she’s too cute.” You blush when a new pair of arms wrapped around from behind and a chin pressed on your other shoulder.
It was Jirou and her face was almost as red as yours and with a shy face, almost a pout. “Stay with us for a few.”
As the girls started to circle around you and start to touch your hair, or body and giggle. The boys stare jealously and darkly at them, wishing they could touch you as well.
There was a small fight after between the BakuSquad, DekuSquad, and others that group together on who you should be with for the rest of the night. Whoever won you got squeezed all night between the groups and babied over.
The next school day was stressful because you got pulled around like a play toy. It was over every small thing, who you got to sit next to, who you get to train with, and even who got to walk you to class.
The main three in class was harder to deal with because they were the group “leaders”. You had bruises on your wrists on how much you got tugged around.
At one point Bakugou pulled you into him and rested is head on your shoulders while pressing you into him. His hands wrapped around your hips and you swear he was trying to kiss you.
There was only one class you had without them, and you used that to make antidote to use on them. So later that night you slipped it into the cookies you made and guilt tripped them into eating it.
“If you don’t love me, I get it. I must make horrible cookies.” You faked crying and rushed away with heart shaped cookies. The class ran after you and shoved them down their throats to make you happy. You smile as they all finish and waited for them to be normal again.
There was only one problem, it never worked.
“How do you feel?”
A shiver ran down your sides as a laugh that sounded off from deku, a smile that was too wide and creepy.
“As in love with you as ever.”
Mina came up and twirled your hair, “Must have made a “Antidote” to make us normal again. Silly you, there’s no changing us.”
She was right. You couldn’t figure out how to make them normal again. There was only hope to keep you going, to one day get them back.
#yandere class 1a#yandere class 1a scenarios#yandere class 1 a#yandere class 1A x reader#yandere UA#yandere my hero academia#yandere mha#yandere dekusquad x reader#yandere bakusquad x reader#yandere bakusquad#yandere dekusquad#yandere bakugo katsuki#yandere kirishima#yandere mina ashido x reader#fictober 2023
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Also if you're looking for hcs/things to write about, may I suggest how Dammon/Rolan/Zevlor show their jealousy? Say another handsome tiefling is flirting with you.
not gonna lie this got away from me more than i expected it to lol. thank you for the suggestion!!!!
Dammon, Rolan, & Zevlor - Jealousy
So this one isn't 100% explicit like my other HCs, but there are some mentions of sex sprinkled in. So standard MDNI/18+ still applies for the most part.
How the tiefling boys handle jealousy
Dammon:
So I think how Dammon would react depends heavily on the status of your relationship.
When you two are something more defined, it’s pretty hard to make him jealous. Not because he doesn’t care about you, but because he’s really secure in your relationship (whatever that may be) and he trusts you.
That being said, he’s only mortal. Seeing another person flirting with you gets him a bit pissed off. Not at you, of course, but at the person flirting with you.
He’ll come up to you and politely insert himself into the conversation, making sure to grab your waist a little tighter, maybe make a show out of pecking you on the cheek.
Basically anything to show this person that you and him are something.
And when the person gets the hint, he’s happy to have you all to himself again. It just ends up making him really appreciate how safe and comfortable he feels with you.
When he gets you to bed though, he definitely can’t help but make some quip about the whole ordeal.
Like he’d have his face between your legs and his fingers inside of you and feel the need to comment on how wet you get just for him, or how much he loves being the only one to see you fall apart.
He just really loves having you all to himself.
Now if you guys weren’t in a relationship of any kind, and Dammon sees someone flirting with you? That’s different.
Because he doesn’t know the true extent of your feelings. So, even though he has an air of confidence around him, he still has doubts. And seeing someone else flirting, especially if they’re making you smile or laugh?
Oh it’s torture to him.
I see all three of these guys being really big tail swishers. They’re all like annoyed cats when jealous.
But Dammon thinking you may be into this other tiefling has his tail whipping around the forge like it has a mind of its own.
He may burn himself on the forge once or twice from how uncontrollable it is.
He’ll grumble to himself the entire time you’re talking to this mystery person, mumbling under his breath.
He thinks he’s fairly inconspicuous about it.
He isn’t though.
Rolan:
God. Rolan. I have so many feelings about jealous Rolan.
I don’t think he becomes jealous super easily or anything, but he does react the most forward about it.
Rolan has this strange mix of confidence and insecurity, which I think would translate to his romantic endeavors as well.
Like he’s confident that he can please you, he’s a capable man, a talented wizard, why shouldn’t he be able to satisfy your needs?
But also, he’s hard to deal with, a bit selfish, an utter weakling, definitely not as handsome as this tiefling you’re talking to, so why would you want him at all?
I could see those kinds of thoughts running through his head. Even though you don’t see him that way at all.
So of course he sulks when he becomes truly jealous. The insecurities take over big time. Especially if the person flirting with you excels at something he doesn’t.
He’s not mad at you or anything, he’s more upset that he doesn’t feel good enough for you. But he would take it out on you a bit.
A little bitter comment here or there, maybe giving you a bit of the cold shoulder treatment. Because his first defense mechanism is abrasiveness.
He hates himself even more when he snaps at you, but he just can’t help it. He’s just so consumed by the idea that he doesn’t deserve you.
When you get him alone and have an honest conversation about his feelings, which will take some prying, mind you, he’ll apologize for everything of course. He does want to make a better effort to do better by you.
And his first step will be to take you to bed and tenderly show you how much he cares.
“Makeup sex” (if you can really even consider it that) with him is extremely intimate and sweet. He’s still going to fuck you deep, rutting against you desperately, but he’ll try to show you just how much you mean to him during.
You, of course, just have to make a joke about needing to make him jealous more often.
Zevlor:
Zevlor is tough because, like Dammon, he tries to hide it.
And I think jealousy for him is something less akin to true envy and more akin to self-loathing (which is a bit similar to Rolan, but I think Rolan does have a true sense of jealousy because he internalizes it as “I'm mad that this person excels where I fail” where Zevlor is more “I am mad at myself for failing where this other excels” - the difference being where they place the hostility)
He knows you love him and trusts you implicitly, but at the end of the day, he loves you so much that he thinks you deserve “better” than him.
So when he sees someone flirting with you, he excuses himself to be alone for a bit. He’s always been a very “enjoys watching others have fun” type of guy, so at first you don’t really see that anything is wrong.
But then you notice he’s not really even sitting at the sidelines anymore, he’s just off somewhere else entirely. When you find him, he’s like staring wistfully up at the moon.
If you know him well enough you start to pick up on the other little things that tell you he’s not himself.
The flicking of his tail, his hands clasped tight behind him, not looking you directly in the eye for too long. It all makes you really sad, because of course you have an idea of what’s the matter.
He’ll outright deny that he’s jealous, that he’s feeling down because of that other person, I don’t think he’d be the kind of person to really admit that.
But once you’re alone with him he’ll open up to you about his insecurities and his worries about being able to make you happy the way someone else could.
He is insecure about a lot of things and the last thing he wants is for it to become a pity party for him. He just really wants to be honest with you.
Despite his protests, you still get to reassure him just how much you love him. Even better, you get to show him.
Just like Rolan, the sex is incredibly heartfelt and intimate (because of course you have to show this man just how much you want him in every way). Lots of kissing and sweet whispers, light touches and slow thrusts. He fucks you like he has no other obligations for the rest of his life except to be inside you.
And when you get to be on top of him, you get to worship him like the king you see him as. You ride him like a devoted soul prays at an altar of their god, his body is your absolution.
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I cant believe like... no one in the fandom has done a post like this yet that I can find?? It seems like a staple, and Im sending it here cause your wonderful and need more requests mwuah (´ з `)
What do you think would be some of the Hazbin Crew's ideal s/o? Like, what would attract them/get their attention initially, what they would need in a longtime partner, that type of thing! I would LOVE if you did Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox (my BOYS *sobs*) but feel free to do anyone and everyone you want to!
Their Ideal S/O
A/N: Thank you for this lovely request mwah😙 Also I sprinkled in other hcs to that I thought of while writing this
Pairing: Lucifer/Reader, Alastor/Reader, & Vox/Reader
Work under the cut🤞🏻
I feel like this man would love a clingy lover. Please always hold his hand. Sit on his lap while he does his work. Cuddle him to sleep at night. He LOVES physical touch.
Lucifer:
He'd also want a person he can spoil. He wants you to know he cares. He shows this by gift giving; (another one of his love languages) anything in his power is yours for the asking, you just name it!
As for looks, he wouldn't really care about those. He loves you for who you are.... THOUGH, if you were tall, he'd like to be topped by you. Or if you were short, he would tease you for that and act all proud bc he's taller than someone.
The thing that initially attracted him though was your smile. He always adored it. Just seeing you laugh and be happy always made his heart flutter.
He wants someone who can take care of him. He's a very needy man and is almost like a toddler to some degree. Of course he could do this stuff himself, but it makes him feel better knowing that you're willing to do it for him.
If you're gonna be with him, you have to be nice to Charlie. That's non negotiable. He doesn't want to put you in a spot where you feel like you have to parent her, of course not. All he wants is for his 2 favorite people to get along.
He needs someone who's willing to commit to the relationship as much as he is. He's still a bit hurt from Lilith, and he's trusting you to not break his heart like she did. He would be crushed.
Alastor:
He isn't one to like physical touch very much. Maybe a peck on the cheek here, holding hands a bit there, but other than that he doesn't want to be touched. Don't get me wrong, he loves you a lot! But he's not really the.. touchy type.
I see him more as lover that would like words of affirmation or quality time. Just your presence alone is enough for him. Though if he's with a clingy partner, he'll probably get them a plushy or something of the sort to hug and cuddle when he's in his 'no touch mood'.
He'd like if if you could cook. You could help him prepare jambalaya and other dishes his mom showed him to make. It'd be a great bonding experience.
Like Lucifer, he doesn't care much for looks. As long as you're willing to commit to him as he does for you, then it doesn't matter to him what you look like.
To be completely honest, he doesn't know exactly why he loves you or even fell for you in the first place. But he does, and did. Who is he to question that?
Vox:
This man is also a big physical touch lover. He always has his hand on your thigh, holding your hand, or just touching any place he can.
Please let him spoil you. You'd always have the latest phone and other tech like that. If you want something, he'd be glad to give it to you.
He wants someone that's loyal to him and only him. If he sees anyone else trying to flirt with you (*cough cough* val) he'd go absolutely insane. You are his.
If you could cook, he'd always love to eat your meals, breakfast lunch and dinner. Would 100% brag to the other Vees when he has lunch.
He'd prefer it if you're good with tech. He wants to be able to brainstorm ideas with you and show off his latest inventions. Also it would make it 10x easier to clean his system if you were the one to do it.
He cares more about looks than the other 2, but it's not a deal breaker for him. He'd like it if you were good looking (You're beautiful no matter what though ofc) but it's not a need. Regardless, he'd still call you beautiful and his pretty thing
He fell for you because of your of your personality. The way you walk about and present yourself. You take bullshit from anyone, you know your worth. Much as he does. You're like him, you both understand each other. That's why he sought out your love.
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I'm sorry if this exactly what you hoped it would be, I know I added a few random things but I hope you like it regardless :]
Once again thank you for the ask<3
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May I please politely beg for a fic based on the Eris bc post you did? It was so good and I’d love to see him confront Rhys + co and taking care/loving reader
I’m the “Bad Guy”
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Pairing(s): Eris x reader
Warnings: some graphic-ish injury
Summary: Eris Vanserra; he was your… what? Enemy? Ally? Both? Sort of — at least, that’s what Rhysand says, and whatever your High Lord says, goes. But, Eris saw you for more than anyone in your court ever could, and deep down you knew he had one more title, reserved for just you: true love. What happens when you’re in danger, and he’s the first and only one you go running to?
SR’s Note: Yes you absolutely can have a fic based on Eris’ HC in this post. No need to beg — I’m happy to oblige. Here it is, I hope you like it. xoxo
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The fire crackled and burned in the fireplace, embers creating a soft glow in the darkened sitting room. Eris was alone, lounging on the sofa in the Forest House, his newest read in hand. He liked spending his time this way — alone, reading, warm. He felt… content.
Little did he know, you’d quite enjoyed your evenings the same way.
Sure, he knew you shared an interest in reading. That’s where he usually found you when he’d visit the Night Court — shelf combing in the library of the House of Wind; curled in a chair, a different book to read each time he would see you again; sometimes, you’d even be caught talking about your favorite ones with Nesta. You quite enjoyed her, as well as her company and character, as she was very honest and real with you.
Yet, another thing in you’d shared in common.
On this particular evening though, the sun had already long set and the stars were sprinkling the sky when Eris felt his body tense on instinct. He had suddenly lost interest in what he was reading when he heard a commotion coming from outside. Well, not a commotion, but rather some sort of… crying. Whimpering, rather. He straightened in his chair, straining his ears to hear what was happening beyond the windows of the Forest House.
Usually, when this happened, it was the work of Beron — some cruel or unusual punishment that Eris had learned long ago to stay out of. Recently, tensions were running high with the Night Court; though Eris was still secretly meeting with them, it didn’t change that his father wanted to sever all ties with the solar court completely.
But this… this time, it was different.
“Please… please…”
Eris’ heartstrings pulled in his chest as he strained to listen, wanting to make any excuse or reason for his ears to be deceiving him.
But, he knew in his heart, they were not.
In an instant, he’d snapped his novel shut and was racing toward the front door. He threw it open, rounding the corner of the house and bolting for the enormous hedge maze in the backyard of the grounds. He wasn’t sure exactly what had come over him; on any other day, he’d leave you to suffer as he would the other Night Court Inner Circle members. But the squeeze of barbed wire around his heart propelled him forward.
He knew you were here. He knew it was you that needed him.
It was an odd feeling, tearing around corners in search of the one woman he’d thought over and over about torturing. He’d thought of you crying. He’d thought about how he could hurt you. Did that make him a bad person? Maybe. So be it. You weren’t perfect either. Over the last few years, he’d even thought of how he’d kill you himself — just, once, he’d thought of this. It was during a meeting with the entire Inner Circle, of course; Eris was present. He’d arrived early and heard you, again, talking to Nesta about your ideas on strategy and negotiation. Though you were speaking of ideas that would affect him directly, he didn’t care — the ideas were good. Nesta wasn’t shy to give credit where it was due, either.
But, none of that mattered because during the meeting, you hadn’t opened your mouth once or said a word about your ideas. You’d tried to interject, actually — but Rhysand was quick to silence you.
But how did you handle that?
Like a good pet would. You sat, and stayed silent. Just like you always did. You’d never challenge your High Lord, oh Cauldron no — he could just simply use you as a doormat, and it wouldn’t matter.
Maybe that’s what pissed Eris off so badly.
He knew what you were capable of, what you had to offer, and what you were worth; but it seemed that most of the Inner Circle didn’t bat an eye at you, especially Rhys, whom you bowed to and that was that. Your talents could be used for so much more, but you always stayed within the guidelines in which you were allowed.
“Please… Eris…someone help me…”
Eyes straining in the night, Eris followed your pained cries until he found you in the middle of the maze. You were slumped against the large marble water fountain, breathing unevenly as blood stained your neck. Drying crimson flakes dirtied your usually vibrant tendrils, and your hands braced over your abdomen, hot tears creating tracks down your dirtied face.
"Oh my Gods..." He rushed to you, and you peered up at him in desperation. His heart split in two, seeing you crumpled and hurt in front of him as he took in your appearance in full.
But, his sadness turned very quickly, to anger. You laid, panting and in pain, in his court, on his grounds. No explanation, no one coming to help you. He felt... violent.
He knelt down to your level, leaning in and stretching a hand out to trail over your face, registering the blood pouring from inside your lip. He then reached up to move your hair from your forehead -- a huge gash the cause for the ever growing maroon pool you two were in.
Well, one of the causes. Your hands still covered your stomach.
He was fuming, hands trembling as he tried to stay gentle with you, but absolute rage filled his every vein at how this could have happened to you.
Who could've let this happen to you.
"Eris, I..." you coughed, a few blood-tainted drops landing on the stone pathway below. "I... I didn't mean to... this is the first place I thought of..." another loud sob wretched from you, and Eris cupped your cheek, his thumb stroking over the bone. You relaxed a bit at his touch, though he usually appeared so tense and malicious. When he looked into your eyes again, his whiskey irises were dulled to a deep bourbon, and his jaw was clenched tight.
"Come with me."
He stood then and wrapped his arms around your knees and lower back, scooping you up and carrying you as carefully as he could back to his wing of the Forest House. You let out a few small yelps here and there as the searing pain in your stomach was getting to be too much to handle.
"Please, stay with me Y/N," he pleaded, looking down at you sorrowfully. Your usually soft eyes met his, and his wire-wrapped heart strained once more. He’d felt as though he was carrying a small, injured deer -- that is what you were in his eyes. A gentle, wise, little doe. His little doe.
Whatever he’d been feeling before, it was long gone. The only thoughts clouding his mind were ones of keeping you safe, helping you in every way he could, and providing you with everything you could need.
Little did he realize, you just needed him. Wasn’t that why you were there in the first place?
When Eris had finally made it inside, he sat you gently on the sofa in front of the fireplace, and ran to the washroom. It wasn’t long before he’d returned, presenting a small wet cloth in one hand and taking your chin between his fingers kindly in the other. He began to wipe away the trailing stains all over your delicate skin, trying so hard to stay gentle with you; trying to replicate the softness you'd always offerred others. He felt better seeing you relax into his touch a bit as he continued to work.
But, that's one thing you didn't have in common. He wasn't soft, or sweet like you. It was one thing he pretended to hate; he “hated” your kindness to everyone, even his father, of all people. He “hated” your soft voice, one he wasn’t used to hearing all that often. He also “hated” your gentle loving nature — so, so much he “hated” it.
He tried to steady his breathing, gazing into your round, watery eyes to attempt to ground his senses and avoid thinking about punishing whoever hurt you like this. It only caused him more agony, watching as you tried to hold back your tears. Wiping away the last of the blood from your hairline, he dropped his head for a moment, raking a hand through his hair.
“I can’t stall for you any longer, love.” He said softly. Your stomach muscles continued to tense under your palms, and you watched as he rolled a clean cloth between his hands.
"I’m going to put this,” he held up the rolled cloth.
“In here," he tucked it into your open mouth. You closed your mouth over it, so usually defiant towards your “sworn enemy”, but, really...
You'd do anything he asked of you.
His hands moved to cover your bloody ones, still clutching at your stomach.
"Y/N... you’re going to have to move your hands." He says. Your eyes screw shut as you groan, fresh pain raging from the wound in your abdomen. Eris sighs, looking to you with pleading eyes.
“Please, Y/N… you have to help me help you.” His thumbs stroke over your knuckles, now covered in your blood — and you begin to remove your hands shakily. He breathes a sharp gasp as he sees your laceration in full, and shakes his head slowly. He sits back on his knees, positioning himself between yours.
"Hold onto me." He says. You look to him in confusion, and he places your clammy fingers on his shoulders. One of his hands lingers on yours for a moment, and he pressed the inside of your wrist to his lips. He looks back to you, eyes already asking for forgiveness.
"I'll be honest,” he begins. “I've thought about hurting you before, as you've hurt me," he says, voice deep with ... something. Something you couldn't place. You could barely focus on his words as your mind started to fog over, your vision clouding with black spots. "...but never like this."
He sighs one last time, a hand coming into view between your knees, his fingers ablaze with his gift of fire. You immediately sit up, or try to anyway -- a sob racks your chest, muffled by the cloth, and Eris holds you down, hand splayed over your sternum.
"Hold onto me." He says again, his tone warning. His fingers meets your bubbling would, flames searing the skin as a scream tears through your dry, cracked throat, only quieted by the cloth you’re biting down on. Your eyes blow wide, and you squirm under his hold. He looks at you with regret, pulling back for just a moment — only to press heat onto your would again within seconds.
Your hands claw at the collar of his white button down, red already smeared over most of it. He huffs an apologetic sigh, continuing to carterize your open would, flames stinging and burning your sensitive flesh.
Over. Over. Over again.
You tilt your head back, the familiar weightless feeling becoming all too apparent. You felt it coming; you were going to black out. His once-white collar begins to slip from your fingers, and your eyes meet his one last time before glazing over as you slink into darkness.
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Soft streams of sunlight bathe the room in a golden glow when you open your eyes again. You register the feeling of comfy, loose-fitting pants amid the cool, mahogany silk sheets you’re enveloped in. You blink a few times, and reach a hand up to rub the sleep from your eyes.
When your eyes adjust, you realize what’s so different; everything. The sun is illuminating the room from a window. A window across this… bedroom, with a stoked fireplace and four poster oak bed. A bed with mahogany sheets, a stark contrast to your usual lilac ones at home — as well as the teakwood bookshelf along the far wall. At least those are familiar, most of the titles. One novel is laying on the window seat; it’s one you’d just finished last week.
Then, the realization hits you; you were in Eris' room.
You try to sit up, but wince in pain and end up laying back down, head flopping against the plush pillows under your head. Your hands instinctively reach toward your stomach, tugging at the hem of the tank top you donned. A thick bandage was wrapped around your midsection, concealing your abdominal injury. Your mind wandered to last night, what you'd endured, winnowing to the Autumn Court, the burning...
Within moments, Eris appeared in the doorway, concern threading his brows together as he looks you up and down.
"Is everything alright?" In three steps, he’s made it to the bed, taking a seat on the edge of it. He pulls the covers up, tucking them around you in comfort. You shake your head in honesty, silver lining your eyes as they meet his.
He knew you’d be honest with him. Yet, another thing he “hated” about you.
"I... they took me last night." You manage to choke out. Eris readjusts to face you, scooting closer and reaching out a hand to stroke through your hair. He bites on his lower lip, eyes searching yours.
"Who. Who took you Y/N." He says. It sounds like more of a demand than a question.
You shake your head, a tear slipping free as you remember being kidnapped from your bed and tossed onto the mountainside. The feeling of freezing snow under your knees, the jagged rocks slicing into your palms would only be the beginning of the pain you'd endure before somehow winnowing away.
"It was... they wanted me to partake in the..." you swallow, the lump in your throat only growing as another tear slips free. Usually, he’d be the type to taunt you for crying or appearing so weak, but Eris only brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping your tears away.
"The fucking Blood Rite?" He bites out. Anger radiates off of him, the small fire in the fireplace near the window growing with each passing second. The muscle in his jaw feathers as his eyes train on yours, and you nod in confirmation. His other hand rests on yours clasped atop the sheets, and you can’t help but register the heat he is emitting, even from the small touch.
He sighs, hanging his head low and shaking it slowly. When he makes eye contact again, he takes your hands reassuringly in his. “Y/N, I’m only going to ask you one more time. Who. Did. This. To you.” You can practically see the flames dancing in his irises, and you lean forward an inch, almost nose to nose with him. His strong scent of cinnamon and burnt timber wafts through your senses, and you feel a small tug on your heartstrings.
“Eris, look it’s not anyone’s fault, okay? I mean, well, it is…” you begin with a sigh, sniffling and wiping at your eyes. “I was sleeping over at the House of Wind with Nesta and Gwyn and Emerie, and… oh, the guys were there too, for most of the night. Cassian and Azriel.” You explain. He nods for you to continue.
“Well, we were just having a nice time and when we went to sleep, I don’t know I just… one minute I was asleep and the next, I had a mask on my eyes and someone was… uh…. mm… uhm covering my mouth and… Nesta was screaming-“ you hadn’t noticed your hands beginning to shake, until Eris laced his fingers with yours. You took a steadying breath, but the shaking only subsided a little as you still remembered the horrors of the night prior.
“So… Cassian and Azriel. They were supposed to be watching you.” Eris says evenly. You look at him incredulously.
“Watching? Oh, hardly. I mean, we’re not eight years old, Eris.” You explain. He nods, biting the inside of his cheek and contemplating your words. You can practically see the gears turning in that beautiful little head.
“It seems a little chat is in order.” He chides. Your eyes widen, and your hand braces on his bicep. He glances down at your touch, then back to your face again, nose still just inches from yours.
“No! Uh… I mean, no. Please.” You say. “They haven’t done anything wrong, and-“
“I’d hardly say allowing for you to be kidnapped for the damned Blood Rite is an inexcusable offense.” He interrupts. You narrow your eyes at him.
“Andddd, I shouldn’t have been allowed to winnow at the Blood Rite. Anyone found using their powers or plotting to escape the rite once it’s begun is…” you trail off. He nods. He knows; it’s an executable offense. Bringing any of this to attention could perhaps put you in more danger.
He didn’t care. He was prepared to do anything to save you, just as he’d done the night before. He definitely wouldn’t allow some dirty Illyrians get their hands on you again, either.
“How were you able to winnow, anyway? I thought powers weren’t able to be used on Romiel during the Blood Rite,” he asks, quirking a brow. You shrug, wincing and regretting the movement.
“I don’t know… maybe, since no one knows I am capable of winnowing, they didn’t think it’d be necessary to shield those abilities from me? I don’t know Eris, I don’t know how all this works.” You say exasterbatedly, absentmindedly wiping at your nose again. Eris only seems to become more troubled by your response.
“So… they didn’t teach you to winnow, you just… did it… and they didn’t think you could do anything with your powers, so much so that no one bothered to remove them?” His voice pitches, and you nod in agreement.
“I suppose.” He slips his hand from yours, standing and straightening his shirt. He moves toward the door, not uttering another word.
“Eris, where are you-“
“Y/N, trust me; I’m only doing you justice. You’ll thank me later, dove.”
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“What are you doing out of bed?”
You hear him before you see him. When you slowly turn from your spot at the stovetop, Eris is leaned against the doorframe, a cocky grin on his lips, brow raised in question. You roll your eyes, the only movement you can do at normal speed without tensing in pain.
“Well, smart guy,” you say. “You ran off and left me for half the day, and didn’t feed me. So, I forced myself up and… went on a little scavenger hunt. To the kitchen.” You say simply. He scoffs and strides over to you, stopping to lean against the counter behind you. You turn to face him, and he glances at the bandage peeking out from below your top.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, no tone or condescension evident in his voice. You cautiously take his hand in yours, and his eyes gaze at you in silent question. You press his palm to your side, and smile softly at him. All those years thinking he was your enemy; all those years thinking he would truly hurt you; all those years suppressing what you knew was true all along. Maybe he wasn’t the bad guy that everyone made him out to be. You knew he was a good male.
“I'm stronger than you thought, hmm?” You say with a wink. His eyes soften, and a little smile plays on his lips as his other hand braces your other hip bone. He pulls you close, so close your pelvis is touching his upper thighs. You peer up at him through your lashes as he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“You’ve always been the strongest woman I’ve known.”
You blush at his words, finally accepting what you’ve been running from all along; you care for Eris. Truly, you did. Why else would you winnow here, of all places? Why else would you feel a familiar tug on your heart strings when he was around?
You cared.
And, Cauldron behold; he did too.
“And… you had to show me how strong you could be today?” You ask, your tone dipping low. Eris rolls his eyes and scoffs.
“All I did was go over there, and demand to know why the hell they’d allow for you to be kidnapped in your own home-“ You gasp and swat his arm lightly.
“Eris!” You scold. He grins down at you, taking your face in his hands and looking at you lovingly.
“Maybe I should irritate you more… look at you, taking initiative and putting me in my place.” He chuckles. Your face reddens, and you stare at him wide-eyed as he runs his knuckles down your jaw, his cool silver ring easing the burning hot you felt beneath your cheek.
“Maybe you should do what you're suppos-“ Eris cuts you off with a tsk tsk tsk, pulling you in close and finally pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You part your lips, fingers caressing his jaw and threading through his hair as his lips dance with yours. His fingers trail from your cheek down to your waist, holding you close as one hand runs up and down your side; grabbing firmly when your teeth graze his bottom lip. He pulls away, breathless as he supplies you a feline grin.
“Now, where is the fun in that?
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Beelzebub Dating Headcanons
gender neutral reader
warning: mention of sex with other people, aphrodisiacs being used without one person knowing at first, some nsft so 18+
just some random hcs i have about being in a relationship with bell. might add more as i feel like it honestly. more under the cut
beelzebub:
he would probably just decide you're dating without ever saying anything to you about it. he would kidnap take you on a date wandering around to another one of his favorite places, and if someone asked if you're together he say yes instantly. full confidence, no hesitation or doubt, just say you're dating like its the most natural thing to him. whether you just accept it or ask about it is up to you, but he already made up his mind up it seems.
would probably be down for an open relationship. we already know he fucked that one dealer lady from the "where's beelzebub?" event and multiple people from the selfie card. unfortunately with his constant wondering, you're not always gonna be around the other when one of you is horny, so he doesn't mind a couple of one night stands here and there. he gets bored of them rather quickly though, especially since they're not you. if you ever decide you'd rather have him than some random demon of your choosing though, all you have to do is send him a message and there's a 100% chance he'll be at your door within a minute at most.
he's definitely the type of guy that will take you on the most random ass dates, they're always interesting and memorable too.
he still wanders around, but you'll notice that you see him more often at least. you're in gehenna? what a coincidence that he happened to be at one of the local pubs. you're in avisos? he was actually just on his way to one of his favorite restaurants. paradise lost? actually he happened to be there getting healed up after a surprise fight with an angel. etc.
if he finds anything he thinks you'll enjoy while wandering around, he'll buy it and give it to you next time he sees you. or even when he doesn't see you, he might just leave the gift somewhere he knows you'll find it. theyre almost always strange and random things..... but just think of it like a cat leaving a dead mouse at your door to show affection. weird, but strangely sweet.
would be open to the idea of having a threesome, but he's definitely going to tease the hell out of you and whoever the other person is. just hope that the other person is either into that kind of thing or has the same energy. imagine him bullying his cock inside you or using his mouth on you, asking who's doing a better job of pleasing you and smirking at the other when all you can do is moan in response.
would also be more open to the idea of having a threesome with bael, he trusts bael and they've definitely done some things together in the past so, it'll definitely be an interesting experience.
he would definitely cook for you, and it always tastes amazing too. you should know already to be aware of the side effects, though he would never include an ingredient that could harm you seriously. if you start feeling a little bit (really fucking horny) hot and bothered after eating his food....you already know who to blame. dont worry though, he plans to take care of it.
speaking of food, he would definitely be into food play. we already know he has no shame, so dont be surprised if he tells you he has a "special dessert" for you to enjoy, only to find his dick dipped in chocolate and sprinkles for you to lick off.
#what in hell is bad#what in “hell” is bad?#whb#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#whb beelzebub#whb bael#ankiebitez works
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GhostSoap X m!reader hc's bc I said so?? 💀🧼
warnings: not proofread, nsfw, degradation, established poly!relationship, gay ppl being gay, dick in butt, bottom reader & character + top character (not sure how to do these sorry)
sfw
They both love how excited you get when you see them both; Soap always getting you riled up when he greets you and Ghost giving a casual, more calm greeting (mainly just a pat on the head and few exchange of words)
To put it simply, your relationship isn't that complicated (even if it is just you and soap bugging the hell out of Ghost 80% of the time)
They both love you very much!! You all have a sense of balance within each other, and that's what's best about the relationship <3
Never a bad moment! And if there is, one makes the other apologize to the other, even after the most brutal of fights (if it leads to that) You'll always have each other's backs, one way or another
nsfw
I like to believe Soap and Ghost are both switches, and you all like to switch roles from time to time
It doesn't matter who's in charge, you all get the right amount of pleasure and are satisfied by the end, even if it's a punishment
But here's a few scenarios that could possibly happen
Simon could want to punish you, or they both could want to share you! It always depended on what was agreed beforehand, and what was within all boundaries. But sometimes, the situations laid themselves out in front of you throughout the day.
Like when Simon decides on punishing you.
"P- Please!", you beg, the harsh thrust of Ghosts hips knocking the wind out of you with every movement. You had been sassing him and Soap all day, along with a few moments of teasing. You just couldn't help it! You had been so needy for them for days; but they were just "too busy" to fulfill your needs. You completely understood, having been a busy man yourself, but this time, it was just too much waiting!
Simon grunted as he continued to pound into you, his gruff groans and small pants were faint in your ears as your mind raced, unable to focus on anything else but the pleasure and pain of his movements. He had your wrists pinned with one of his hands as you laid on your stomach, hips up in the air as he held you by your waist with the other in that position. You had already spilled previous climaxes onto the bed sheets, your overstimulated body trembling.
"Such a fuckin' slut, aren't you baby?”, he teased, the pace of his hips practically bruising your skin.
"Like when I treat ya like this? Hm?", he continued to question. You could only whine and nod your head against the bed, your words lost somewhere in your throat. Who knows how long this would continue, but Ghost would make sure to get his point across by the end of it.
Or when you and Johnny decide to take care of Simon
"You're alright, LT, just relax”, Soap coos playfully at Ghost, who was laying down on your shared bed, scarred face holding a blank expression with a hint of blush sprinkled on it. You were sat beside him, sitting at his side patiently while you waited for Johnny to continue his own actions. A few minutes later, Soap had entered Ghost with his cock, softly rocking his hips against the slightly bigger man, breathy moans leaving the both of them.
You slowly reached your hand down to Ghosts cock, taking it in your hand gently as you felt his body shiver. You slowly reached up to kiss him, soft lips pressing against his. You slowly began to stroke him, eyes looming over to Soap, watching his actions. Johnny picked up the speed of his thrusts, earning more moans from the gruff man. Simon loved both you and Johnny’s attention on him, and he sure loved receiving it like this.
~ ★
That’s all for tonight!!
#bat bite#call of duty#ghostsoap#simon riley#simon ghost riley#x male reader#soap cod#soap mactavish#soap x reader#ghost x reader#cod x reader#cod x male reader#male reader#gay#tw degradation#tw ns/fw#modern warfare ii#soap x male reader#ghost x male reader#GhostSoap x male reader#ghostsoap x reader#💀🧼#🪽 ! bat fic
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hazbin hotel (Velvette) hcs with a Regina George reader. Like she is another influencer as big or bigger than Velvette. But one of her (reader's) influencer "friends" (not Velvette just some rando fake charecter, doesn't matter) that she was often seen around had started rising above her so she leaked all the shit talk her and the other influencer had and then also added herself and basically just rose back to the top after pushing the influencer down. And it's like Velvette knows that you were the one who did that bc of Vox's cameras and shit but she (and the other Vees) can't really reveal it since then everyone would know Vox has cameras on them. idk if this makes sense lmao
You were good at what you did.
You were good at getting public favor and keeping it.
You stayed up to date on every trend, every drama, every scandal, every gossip or rumor. You knew it all.
You were big, very big.
There was only one person above you and that was the queen of social media herself, the overlord Velvette.
So it was unusual for someone to come even close to your status.
That is, of course, until you made the mistake of hanging out with a wannabe who knew how to be.
The thing that she didn’t know though, was that when you had dirt on someone you kept it.
You had everything even slightly controversial someone said around you filed away with photographic or videos evidence.
You also had connections and you weren’t afraid to use them.
So you anonymously leaked some of the shit talking she thought would be kept secret and sprinkled in some forged documents of her shit talking you.
The public ate up the scandal.
Oh, you were such a poor thing. Such a sweet, unsuspecting victim of such a rude, careless wannabe who was just using you.
She was irrelevant within the week and you were getting a spike in attention.
It worked in your favor with an upcoming event just around the corner anyway. A win all around for you.
Velvette knew.
Fuck, she was almost proud if she wasn’t unnerved.
The two of you weren’t close, nothing beyond a professional relationship with a few collabs here and there.
She was concerned now though, about how you might be able to turn the public favor your way if she did something you didn’t like.
She was walking on egg shells the entire time.
You noticed the change in behavior but didn’t say anything.
It wasn’t until months later that you collaborated on a project that you saw her again.
“You’re being less of a bitch than usual.” “Just protecting my ass.” “Aw, and why would you need to do that?” “Don’t act like you don’t know why.” “Oh, I do, but how do you?”
Velvette just glared at you.
“It’s a nice ass, worth protecting.”
You smacked it as you passed her to get something.
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Rayman / Fakeman selective rp. est 2024, April 27th.
This blog is a selective literate, semi-literate rp blog of the character Rayman from the Netflix series Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix. I will be leaning on CLH Rayman (real version) for some of my take on Fake’s personality and will also heavily lean on HC based interpretations of my own until we see more of him in a hopeful season 2.
I will be writing literate or semi-literate when interacting, but I prefer literate. You can interact however you like to, but just know I will reply in some length and all I ask is please give me something to work with. (If you do " unserious " roleplays, go for it. I can work with that too.)
Bio, portrayal, connections, etc. under cut.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐨
Being let go from his job after an incident, Rayman was left feeling hurt and betrayed. He knew deep down in his own mind that they wouldn't...no, COULDN'T continue the Rayman Show and news without his likeliness. I mean, how could they? He was the host, the face, the main man of the broadcast which was shown throughout all of EDEN. The main show was named after him after all. Unfortunately, upon viewing the channel to see how they could have continued without him; there it was. A fully cloned lookalike of himself was seen talking directly towards the crowd from the screen of his TV.
Rayman, nicknamed Fakeman, Rayplacement, and sometimes FakeRay by the fan base, is Rayman's cloned counterpart who was evidently made to replace the actual Rayman. He is shown to be acting like the former; and shown as happy-go-lucky, sassy, and civic.
𝐇𝐂𝐬 & 𝐇𝐂 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐬
Rayman is more snarky, classy, flirtatious, and more dramatic than the previous Rayman.
Despite having a friendly face and friendly demeanor, he is shown to be more short tempered when not being broadcasted live. This Rayman also adores attention and having eyes on him. He practically lives off it.
When talking to someone, he often looks ahead of him and speaks out loud as if he has a crowd cheering him on from being used to the routine.
He tends to bow often and even clap after something good happens or something pleases him.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
When interacting, feel free to choose a starting connection from below. Keep in mind this is OPTIONAL. It just helps me understand if you want him to act a certain way towards your character first.
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐒 -
You are a fan of " Rayman." He sees you pop up at times, giving you autographs when asked and gives you one sided yet friendly gestures. He isn't your friend of course, just fulfilling a simple cater to a fan.
𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 -
He confides in you. He will tell you how his day of work was without sprinkling non hardships. He finds you entertaining and good to be around.
𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 -
What started off as a simple friendship now is closer. He confides in you and tells you many things. He trusts you and you trust him. He tells you about how his days are or really anything without sprinkling in sugar.
𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒 -
Fake will poke fun of, make snarky remarks, and get all hot headed when he is around you. What a brat. He cannot stand the utter thought of being with someone like you for more than five seconds.
𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 -
He sees you at diners, clubs, and sometimes at the corner of a shop. He occasionally gives you a smile and sometimes even a wave. You two sometimes talk to one another when you so happen to run into each other. However despite this, nothing special comes to fruition. But that can change.
𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 ~
What a strange feeling. You two have been together for awhile and somehow you're here. He calls you by nicknames such as darling, my beloved, and dearest. He can be a bit of a jerk and perhaps once will put you on display for all to see, but at the end of the day he means well enough. You are his prize possession. Please note that he is bisexual. I am fine with shipping BUT they have to have known each other for awhiiile and should not be forced upon.
Feel free to send in your muses with writing in my inbox for a response or dm me for interactions. I don't mind short responses too! (Just keep in mind again; I like to be a bit lengthy sometimes as I like to write the characters emotions, actions, etc) I will work with anything :) This blog is also cross over friendly so I don't mind other characters interacting, I highly encourage it to be frank. I also do not mind others portraying the same character. I do NOT DO MAINS. I interact freely 💜.
Sorry for the long pinned post, I think I had to get some info out, especially the character.
Penned by - your mom.
Clh / Rayman rp wakey wakey wakey wakey are you awake now?
#{⭐️} 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐝 !~ // 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭#{🎤} 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧. // 𝐨𝐨𝐜#{💜} 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐞? 𝐈'𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ~ // 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠#{☀️} 𝐌𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞! // 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞#roleplay#rp#roleplay blog#fakeman#rayman#crossover rp#clh rp#rayman rp
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sacrilege
Venti, Zhongli x reader
wc : 1.k
warnings : suggestive, a bit of spice
synopsis : putting their statues to good use
a/n : surprise, new fandom- on another note though, the hc of getting down and dirty near/on their statues sends me so I wrote this
Imagine not yet being in a relationship with Venti, stuck in the ‘more than friends but not quite lovers’ stage. It irritates you, some days, though you don’t do anything about it; Venti’s a playful- flirty -bastard, especially when there’s alcohol flowing through him. You wanted him to make the first move, just in case you were getting all the signs wrong, but…archons does said archon keep you waiting.
Day after day, compliment after compliment. A suggestive remark here and there, a little affectionate lovin sprinkled in, and a week later before you were at your wits end.
If you wanted Venti, you’d just have to make him come to you.
And if the anemo god was so playful and mischievous in nature, why couldn’t you return the favor?
Instead of frequenting Angel’s Share, like the two of you had planned, the bluenette was scurrying the city in search of you.
It shouldn’t have been hard, as most of the townsfolk were centered around the plaza tonight, but Venti couldn’t find you anywhere. He was just about to start panicking when a soft melody caught his ears.
His quiet steps echoed as he made his way to his statue, eyes darting around curiously to find you— he knew your voice from a mile away.
Oh, but when he finally noticed where you were, his mouth ran dry. The only parts of you that were visible were your arms, which were stretched out to feel the breeze that blew occasionally— you were laying on your back, right in the palm of his statue’s hands.
Just picturing the sight in his mind had Venti shifting with heat building in his stomach and a twinge of possessiveness ready to be unleashed. And the song, he’d finally noticed, while soft, was entirely too sensual to be sung aloud in such a public place; you clearly knew he’d come looking for you.
Almost like you could hear his thoughts, you’d turned, draping yourself over the stone and peering down at him like he was the mortal and you were the god.
There was no shortage of amusement swimming in your eyes, narrowed down at him playfully with a small little smirk peeking out from behind the arm your head rested on.
“My lord. What brings you here tonight?”
A deep breath. A moment to feel the breeze blow past him before opening his eyes to meet your self-satisfied gaze. “Y/n.”
“Something the matter?” You stretched yourself out, smoothly shifting into an innocently provocative pose. “Bar-ba-tos?”
Within a flash, Venti had you pinned down onto the cold stone, eyes dark and lips curled into a matching smirk. He’d easily figured out this entire plan of yours, but it was smart- he could admit - and he could also admit that—
“I like hearing my name fall from these pretty lips. Say it again.”
You grinned. “Venti.”
Is this what they call getting a taste of your own medicine? He supposes he doesn’t mind, it was your little attitude that finally gave him the push to slam his lips over your own. His tongue met yours a bit desperately but you were all too happy to oblige.
“Am I finally yours? Are you gonna quit making me wait? Barbatos?”
Venti actually moaned, “Fuck yes, you’re mine. Always been mine— now show me how bad you want it, hm? Worship me.”
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Imagine being in a sweet little relationship with Zhongli, seen as the picture perfect couple that’s sure to get married and live happily ever after in the future. And while you agree wholeheartedly, sometimes you crave a little bit more than soft touches and gentle kisses and slow paces. Sometimes you crave things just a bit rougher.
Yet how does one bring that up? Especially to someone who came from being a wholly rough individual that treats you like you are glass, simply because he wishes to not hurt you?
You didn’t know. So you thought you might just coax it out of him, slowly, until that molten glimmer in his pretty eyes took over and you were faced with Rex Lapis- Morax - instead of the Zhongli you usually saw.
It was easy, once you’d gotten the perfect idea. You were to meet with your boyfriend on the outskirts of Liyue, to which you innocently suggested meeting in front of a geo statue, and he agreed.
And Zhongli isn’t sure if he regrets it or not as he stares up at you with a carefully molded blank look, scanning over your body as you bathe in the sun.
You were seated directly in the statue’s lap, legs thrown over its parted ones while one of your arms was curled around the back of its neck. It was a downright heat-pooling sight.
Which you knew, of course, as you peeked one eye open to glance down at your lover, whose hands were now balling the front of his pants. “Hello, darling.”
“Beloved. May I ask…why you are seated up there?”
“I wanted to bask in the sun while I waited for you.” Lies. Your eyes told him everything and you knew that too. “Sitting in Lord Morax’s lap is almost like sitting in yours…I wonder why?”
You knew that Zhongli was Morax— he’d told you before he even dared ask you to be his. You’d never mentioned his former names, though, not having any need to.
It made him growl.
A single thread was all that was left of his composure. He could feel it fraying. He knew you could too.
“Please come down from there. You could get hurt, my love.”
You took a pair of shears to that last thread happily as you turned like you were about to climb down, pausing briefly in your kneeling position. You stopped right between the statue’s legs.
When your feet finally touched the ground, a tail was the last thing you expected to coil around you and drag you forwards, slamming your body into its owner’s.
Zhongli was gorgeous all the time, but you had to say, the horns, claws, fangs, and tail were an exceptional new addition.
“My, my. To what do I owe this pleasure, almighty Rex Lapis?”
Another growl, “You should be careful of what you ask for, Y/n. I assure you that dealing with an archon is more than you are bargaining for.”
“It’s exactly what I’m bargaining for. You’ve claimed me as yours and made love to me countless times before— now I want you to ruin me. Please?”
Zhongli’s eyes flashed a brilliant gold, “As my beloved wishes. Be prepared.”
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Hi!!! how are ya Dawn?
you know that I follow your ask-shane blog and I really love it!! really really love it! and I love the headcannons you kinda make there (when you answer someone and you use some hc etc) it's so fun to see the posts and Shane's reaction to some questions.
Thinking about your Shane hcs, what your opinion about the Trans Shane hc?
hey! i'm surviving out here lol, thank you for checking in on me <3
and thank you even more for enjoying my blog (as well as letting me know)!! i'm glad you picked up on how i sprinkle in some headcanons and stuff in my writing, i think it helps the world feel more lived-in.
trans shane is a great and valid headcanon too!!
as for my shane headcanons, i have a few here but i could probably go into more depth another time.
some shane headcanons
he has a difficult relationship with his parents, especially his father, who i headcanon he doesn't have contact with
he has some wrinkle lines from scowling so much 😭
his spice tolerance is crazy, but he'll still complain while he eats hot food. like "this is too fucking spicy. let's add more hot sauce."
falls asleep watching gridball games on his tv. also looks forward to eating game day snacks more than anyone else in the room
he has MANY joja jackets... many...
as much as he says he'd rather not humor sam and his pranks at work, he thinks sam makes the work environment more bearable. they're friends
speaking of his relationship with the townspeople, him and emily are close friends. they understand each other in an interesting way
he's had a love for chickens since he was young but it skyrocketed when he moved into marnie's ranch
this man cusses more than the game will ever let him. more than i will ever let him. it's constant
he used to have insane rizz in high school but never noticed how many people he was pulling
he didn't have enough support to go to college, so he tried community college (or a trade school) for a bit. although it didn't work out 💔
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Would I be able to request domestic hcs with Ken Lemmons? ⭐️
Ken Lemmons Headcanons
~ Domestic Edition ~
🍋: Of course you would, love. Here are some cute little Kenny things I came up with. This has been a busy weekend for me but I ended up more inspired than I thought! I hope you enjoy.
🛠️: Thank you to the most darling cheerleader @precious-little-scoundrel. Some of her ideas are sprinkled in here like pixie dust.
You and Ken Lemmons are true highschool sweethearts, meeting on the first day of freshman year and not mustering up the courage to admit your feelings for eachother until the last day of school before spring break
It was a beautiful day in the local park, only about an hour after the final bell rung, freeing you from responsibility for the next two weeks
You two walked hand in hand, a gesture that has become second nature as you have done it many plenty of times before, making your way down the rocky stone path
After sitting down on the grass together in a comfortable and beautiful silence, the only sounds being the noises of soft nature, Kenny tucks a piece of hair behind your ear
You noticed how his usually steady hands shook in nervousness while his finger glided down the side of your ear and as you contemplated the specific reason why that may be, his pretty face started to come closer to yours
His eyes flutter closed and he kisses you
It’s something both of you have dreamed about, a scenario rehearsed and repeated in both of your young minds hundreds of times while zoning out in class, your teacher droning on about a new math problem
The kiss was slow and gentle, his lips softer than the blanket of green grass sitting underneath your two bodies
A cute little nose rub led to a second kiss, followed by a third, then a fourth
You remember the way the birds chirped, the way the flowers looked more vibrant than usual as he walked you home that day
Upon arriving at your front porch, yet another soft kiss was exchanged and you watched curiously as he put something gently into your palm, wrapping your fingers around it as if to be kept with utmost care
It was a tiny but hopeful four leaf clover
One he found hiding among the luscious green grass right before the kiss
Ken’s mechanical skills bode well in his favor when it comes to impressing your father
At first your father wasn’t quite keen about his beloved daughter having a boyfriend but when the curly headed Lemmons boy comes over and fixes a car part that your father did not even know existed? That and Kenny’s transparent love for you helps get the paternal stamp of approval.
Now he always asks when Ken is coming over
Dad insists on talking all things mechanic on the front porch and you have to practically drag Ken inside the house in order to get alone time because your boyfriend is simply too polite to end the conversation
Your first date was the cutest picnic fathomable
You two watched the sunset together and then looked at the stars through Kenny’s new telescope
You become Mr. and Mrs. Ken Lemmons the summer after graduating highschool on a beautiful August day
A couple that made it through highschool, I know right?
Your wedding was straight out of the end of a romance film, but it was nothing but a new beginning for the two of you
It was a small chapel wedding full of nothing but family and friends
For the rest of your life, you fondly remember the way the sunlight shine through the stained glass windows as you walked down the aisle
Yes, he had tears in his eyes
You can recall the warmth and happiness in the air as the double doors opened to present the two of you to the world, Mr and Mrs. Lemmons walking hand-in-hand down flower-covered concrete steps
The wedding reception was held on your parent’s farm, surrounded by loved ones and open space
You two are each other's first time and it’s a beautiful virginity loss indeed
Ken has always been such a giver and the bedroom is included in that
Patience, devotion, enthusiasm, praise, love, love, love, and more love
^^^ Some words you thought up to describe the blissful experience after being cleaned up and cuddled, your white lace gown discarded on the floor after being replaced with white sheets and body heat
The first little Lemmons child was conceived that night, no doubt about it
Ken has always wanted children
and after spotting you (and your coworkers but his eyes were solely on you) lead a group of smiling toddlers across the street after a day in the park like a brood of ducklings during one of many daycare shifts, he knew that there was no other woman he’d want to be his children’s mother
Is it cheesy to say that you two planted a lemon tree in the backyard?
Maybe right after you got married and bought your first house in the sunny suburbs
It started off small, but just like your relationship it grew taller, developed stronger, and blossomed into an epitome of beauty
It takes six to nine months for a lemon to ripen
Nine months after first planting your tree, you get your first lemon, as yellow as the sun and picture perfect
You happen to notice it while looking out the window of the nursery, the same day you brought your firstborn home from the hospital
It isn’t long after you give birth when your Kenny goes off to England
His mind is on you and the baby 24/7, always sending long letters about how much he misses the two of you
You send back equally lengthy replies, along with numerous photos of your growing little one
Maybe a not-so-appropriate picture of you in a silk nightie, laying in your way-too-empty bed is slipped into photo pile
Where’d that come from? Hmmm I don't know. Unexpected behavior from sweet little Mrs. Lemmons but boy is it appreciated.
Even though he’s overseas and you’re still in Arkansas, you can practically feel his blushing cheeks.
Playing with the rambunctious children of Thorpe Abbotts reminds Ken of the smiley baby he has waiting for him back home in Arkansas
When he finally comes home, a spin in the air accompanied a long kiss the moment you’re back in his arms, the two of you are able to continue where you left off
Some nosy individuals had doubts on how such a young, newborn marriage would last due to such a long distance and so much time apart
Did the baby bird leave the nest too soon?
But in some unexpected way, the experience brought you even closer together
You two didn’t just fly, you soared
The family expands and something that becomes an essential to you Lemmons is nature and fresh air
Ken is the king of nature walks and picnics
He points out different birds to the kids while walking down trails, letting them hold onto his shoulders when their little legs get tired of walking
Giggles galore while splashing in the Ozark streams
Gardening is also key part of life in the Lemmons household
It takes the same amount of love, dedication, and hard work that reminds Kenny of his time in Thorpe Abbotts
Little Lemmon's children running around the yard with bouncing curls and dirty overalls
They all have his pretty smile and his unwavering determination
beautiful minds full of creativity and kindness
They’re natural born problem solvers and teamworkers, working together to create the most elaborate pillow forts and interesting inventions
He helps them with school projects. The school science fair? The Lemmons children win every year. Whether it be a homemade volcano or potato light bulb, a bunch of soft blue ribbons and shiny gold trophies collect over the years.
He also builds trains models for himself and the littles
Every December there is a train making its way around the Christmas tree, tracks sitting comfortably on the hem of the red and green skirt
Kenny also does all the yard work
Mowing the lawn, raking the leaves, you name it
Whenever he rakes leaves, he gathers them into a giant pile for the kids to jump in
It doesn’t matter one bit to him that he has to rake it all up again at the end of their activity, his children’s smiles make all the work worth it
You want a new shed? A greenhouse? A chicken coop? If you bring it up dismissively over breakfast, it will be built and completed by the end of the day
Imagine bringing him a glass of cold lemonade, your sundress flowing behind you as you walk over to him
You wipe his forehead with a cloth and then he kisses you lovingly and gratefully before getting back to work
He is sweaty and gorgeous as he walks through the back door, the setting sun behind him
The sight of pure effort personified makes you anticipate the children going to bed and it just being you and him alone
Giving him a bath?
Just imagine washing those curls, running your hands through them as his eyes are closed in pure bliss
Like I said earlier, Ken is a giver. If you do something for him, he wants to return it tenfold.
His fingers know the perfect pace, the perfect rhythm to keep you moaning and writhing from his touch
He loves putting his lips on yours
Making out in bed or a quick peck as he’s walking by you in the kitchen
He’ll stare in awe while you’re getting ready in the morning, admiring every inch of you
Rubbing his tired eyes to make sure he isn’t dreaming up the absolute goddess standing in front of him
He isn’t dreaming, definitely not
He is your greatest support system, your most devoted fan, your biggest advocate
The proudest husband ever and he isn’t ashamed about it
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Thank you for reading! I do take requests, if you are interested, there’s just no absolute guarantee I’ll get to them. xxxx
#masters of the air#ken lemmons#mota#mota fanfiction#mota fanfic#masters of the air fanfic#masters of the air fanfiction#mota headcanons#headcanons
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𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣
rainy days with Trickstar heacannons (GN reader)
cws: none
notes: it has been raining a lot. so why not make some hcs??? (i hope someone noticed an NCT lyric as the title)
𝙃𝙤𝙠𝙪𝙩𝙤 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙠𝙖
i feel like he’d stare at the sky for a while before realizing that it rained lol
but when it finally started sprinkling, he would pull you by the wrist to go find shelter quickly
you guys settled at a small cafe, ordered some drinks and just chatted while watching the rainfall
if you started to feel cold, he’d give you his jacket cause he’s such a gentleman <3
hokuto would definitely scold you if you decided to go out and play in the rain because bro did NOT want you sick
even if you getting sick meant that he could spend more time with you…
but in case he foresaw that it would rain, you two would just be walking under an umbrella while you hold onto his arm
then suddenly you guys are walking in slow-mo while music starts to play
just like a k drama fr
kidding on that last part… hehe
𝙎𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙪 𝘼𝙠𝙚𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙝𝙞
you two would definitely play in the rain… it’ll be his idea
subaru would get really excited when it rains too! he likes to look at the pathways and roads that became shiny and glossy from the rain
he’d also try to catch some raindrops on his hands as well
you guys would probably run to the nearest playground and just hang out on the swings while you watch it rain
and maybe even chase each other as well it would be super duper fun
if you didn’t feel like playing out in the rain, he’d probably bring you to a small place with shelter to just admire the precipitation and well… to just talk about idol work and stuff
needless to say, even if you did play in the rain, both of you would definitely get sick and just cuddle and nap to pass time
it was both of your guys’ fault…
he initiated and you agreed
(worth it)
𝙈𝙖𝙤 𝙄𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙖
another guy who would be distracted to realize that it was raining
just when it started POURING
mao would take off his jacket and cover both you and himself with it while just running to his house or a nearby shop
but let’s say you two reached his house
both you and mao would be totally drenched, poor you having no clothes to change into
so… he’d hesitantly offer you some of his own clothes for you to get into while he gives you a hair dryer to blow your hair
mao would also offer you snacks to eat while you both just watch TV or the downpour that caused you to get stuck here with him
if it’s getting late and you didn’t want to go back, there is a chance that he’d let you stay for the night! (my heart can’t take this)
in conclusion, rainy days with mao can be really fun
you two were just stuck to each other for a whole day basically
𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙤𝙩𝙤 𝙔𝙪𝙪𝙠𝙞
makoto would know if it would rain or not
bro always checks the weather before leaving the house istg
if theres more than a fifty percent chance of raining, makoto would bring his umbrella juussttt in case
then the sky started raining 💀
he opened the umbrella quickly while you two continued to walk to your destination where makoto just hold you tight with one arm while holding the umbrella in the other <3
it would be so romantic ngl
(another k drama moment)
once you get to your stop, you two would just carry on with your day as normal while he just wipes his glasses with his shirt because I KNOW there would be some droplets on water that got on the lenses
you’d just admire the no-glasses makoto in front of you
he’d be so confused why you’d just be staring at him lol
10/10 experience i love him
#→ Hikaru writes!#ensemble stars x reader#enstars x reader#trickstar#hokuto hidaka x reader#subaru akehoshi x reader#mao isara x reader#makoto yuuki x reader#hokuto hidaka#subaru akehoshi#mao isara#makoto yuuki#ensemble stars#enstars
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It's me again from the overexcited ramble from earlier BUT I'M NOT DONE
Bart knowing about Gar before others feels so real because he's spent his childhood surrounded by people who felt like Gar does right now, and maybe Gar (not to mention Bart himself) felt like that in the future as well. I wonder how well Bart knew BB in his own time, if he ever really knew him at all, and if it has impact on their current friendship
Oh to see the effects of Bart's childhood on his behaviour in the present, you've sprinkled bits and pieces, and I'm taking it all in like a starving man
And the Thawne DNA confirmed!! GOD it was so good, the love he has for his mom and the despise he has for his grandfather (not Barry obviously) is perfection, I hope Thad got what he deserved when Bart got out
And FINALLY the recognition he deserves with his intelligence, like you said: he knows his stuff. So happy to finally read a fic which shows that Bart is GOOD at what he does, he built a time machine for heaven's sake!
BUT ALSO TYE WAS SUCH A LEGEND LMFAO I love the friendship (or more like feigned frenemyship?) he has with Bart, their dynamic in your fic is hilarious
Okay that was all, thank you for reading this rollercoaster
Your work is absolutely incredible and I can't wait to see where the story/stories are going from here
love the energy 😍 sdfghjkl
yeah i like to think that as soon as gar came back from Mars bart took one look at gar and was like damn he’s going to be going through it
i just imagine mental illness would be extremely prevalent in bart’s original era, i think it’s by-product of a post-apocalyptic society that makes too much sense. And with no system in place to treat it as normal, well bart must have seen some pretty intense stuff
honestly i really don’t know (or have an idea lol) of how well bart new gar in his TL, in my opinion he didn’t know him personally at all. I’m usually in the camp that most of the team had died in one way or another in bart’s time. The ones that i usually do think he knew or knew of “in person” some what at the very least are Barbara Gordon, Wally West (this is a maybe), Lian and maybe that’s about it. It varies with either more members or less, hoe stay i’m unsure, but these r the ones that i typically think of. With how coy bart was when he first came to the past and spoke to gar, honestly anything is possible though lol
i just usually don’t think that the original members were as involved i. his childhoos as some fics make them out to be, one of the biggest reason is because i think the ones who were alive, dispersed to different locations to take part in rebelling etc so it would make it hard for him to know many personally, he might have heard of and gotten details, but beside that it’s really up in the air. The only HC i sometimes think of /include is Barbara Gordon being the one to teach him how to read/write etc education stuff when he was really young and the tornado twins were still alive (so before he was 5), but other than that, idk
“Thawne DNA confirmed” sdfghjkl LOVE THIS, yeah u heard it here first folks, it’s confirmed 😁 jk lol yeah it makes me super happy to include it in AAIT i feel like it really fleshes out his backstory on time related things and i just love all things related to him and his mom and his thawne side, it’s just very satisfying to think about so being able to explore that and HCs in my fic, very fun. I have such a specific vision for Thads involvement in Barts and (ofc as a result) Melonis lives and there will be a little more on that in future chapters, so stay tuned 🤩
PREACH omg the only thing that’s left for us is to see the day his wiki page is updated on it !! capability and intelligence to me is such a key bart feature idk if this make any sense but it just is lol i’d update the wiki myself if i could try to understand the editing process i just don’t have the energy to go thru reading all the rules or figuring it out to do it rn
tye + bart friendship is everything to me i just feel like they’d be rlly entertaining together just so much potential lol
thank u so much for sharing ur thoughts and kind words with me i appreciate it so much <33 and again thank u for reading AAIT, i really appreciate it 🧡
#YJ asks#bart allen#meloni thawne#thaddeus thawne#tye longshadow#young justice#impulse#kid flash#yj#young justice phantoms#garfield logan#AAIT
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Hi! saw you’re requests are open and if you’re up to it I was wondering if you would do HCs for Thomas and Bubba on the readers birthday?
happy birthday! (thomas hewitt + reader, bubba sawyer + reader)
an: of course! thank you for the request! i can only assume it’s your birthday, so congrats on making it this far anon!
Bubba Sawyer
* birthdays are serious business in the Sawyer household. you survived another year out here? hot damn!!
* Bubba is especially thrilled about celebrations, but a celebration for his favorite person?? he’s over the moon!
* takes it upon himself to prepare a whole birthday bash. might even employ Nubbins & Chop top’s assistance. (shenanigans ensue but it turns out alright in the end)
* you wake up on the morning of your birthday to (slightly burnt) breakfast pancakes in bed, covered in sprinkles to the point of being near-inedible. they’re still surprisingly tasty, even though they might take a year or two off your lifespan.
* next thing you know, Bubba’s rushing you out of bed to get you prettied up for the party. he’d already set out your favorite clothes (or at least, the clothes he thinks you look best in) the night before. he’s got his Sunday best on, too, and has lots of fun doing both of your guys’ makeup.
* he’s a little frantic about getting everything just right. every time you smile or comment on something he did, he’s thrilled, picking you up and spinning you around, barely containing himself.
* he’d set the twins on decorating duty, so you know it’s a hot mess in the rest of the house. they went ham with the streamers and balloons, you can hardly take a step without having to shake off the party decorum. some of it’s human entrails, but hey, what else can you expect? (Bubba shoos them off if they put up anything too gory. might chase Nubbins off with a noisemaker.)
* Drayton, as you may have guessed, isn’t much the partying type. he did, however, after much whining and begging from Bubba, agree to help out by baking the cake. he even asked you what flavor you preferred. Bubba insisted on decorating it, so it’s sort of a mess of frosting and colorful sprinkles and syrup, but it’s all in your favorite colors. if you squint and tilt your head a bit, you can make out your name and some lopsided hearts.
* sings his heart out when the time comes to sing you happy birthday. has you stand up on a chair, dances you around the room, and nearly has a heart attack when Chop Top blows out the candles before you can get to them.
* he’s positively heartbroken. you’d say he’s more upset about it than you are. you break out into giggles upon hearing Drayton tearing Chop Top a new one out back, and it reassures him a little. Bubba’s still a little worried about your day getting ruined.
* once it comes time for presents, though, he’s back with a vengeance. he’s just about vibrating out of his seat while you tear back the wrapping paper.
* nestled in the box is a delicate, handmade tiara. bits of jewelry and precious material he’d plucked off victims over time. the stones are all mismatched, different shapes and sizes. some are just little pebbles with interesting patterns. all wound delicately with wire in a pattern that almost reminds you of a dragonfly’s wing.
* Bubba places it atop your head, gazing at you like you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen (you are!) and swoons. he’s overcome with how much he loves you. he’s so proud of you for making it this far, for sticking by his side, for all of it. all of you.
* it might not have gone quite as he’d planned, but it’s certainly a success in your books.
Thomas Hewitt
* the Hewitts aren’t particularly party animals, but hospitality is their middle name. and by god, they’ll make you feel at home.
* when you’re pulling on your clothes in the morning, Tommy rushes over to stop you before pushing a box into your hands. it’s wrapped in butcher paper and tied with a little twine bow, and he seems uncharacteristically excited about watching you open it.
* inside is the most gorgeous piece of clothing you can imagine. maybe it’s a long, flowy sundress, or a comfy loose button-up, but either way it’s something he made with his own two hands. you can tell because the knots where he tied off the thread in each seam are clearly unpracticed and there’s already a dark stain or two on it, but despite it all it’s a gorgeous little garment.
* Tommy’s almost in tears when you put it on. you’re just so perfect, and he’s so grateful to have you, and frankly he has to reprocess all that every time he looks at you lately.
* Luda Mae boots you & Tommy out of the house for the day so she can bake. she won’t tell you how long she’ll be, or even what she’s making. but the knowing little smile she gives you lets you know it’ll be worth it.
* Tommy had packed a little basket with all your favorite snacks. fresh fruit, bakery treats, a handful of goodies from the candy shop a few miles out.
* he looks so out of place, in an open field on a blanket with a little jug of sweet tea, but it couldn’t be more perfect. after a bit of snacking, he pulls you against his chest to lean back and watch the clouds.
* while you lament having to leave the simple bliss of the picnic, coming home to the cake quickly fixed that.
* it’s simple. neatly iced in a solid color she’d seen you wearing most often. the age you’re turning in thin script handwriting. little candles arranged in perfect order. simple, but intentional. a little monument to the things she knows about you.
* you blow out the candles without much fanfare, but you eat the cake with only one hand. Tommy refuses to let go of your other. even as he sits at the table beside you, chowing down, your hand is held tight in his. might even feed you a bite or two, but gets embarrassed when Luda Mae catches him being sweet.
* the day ends with a nice long bath where you sit back and relax while Tommy helps you clean off, scrubbing your hair, etc. might let you rope him into a bit of self care if you play the birthday card.
* oh and don’t forget the Tommy cuddles. this guy cuddles like a grizzly bear made of down pillows. you’re out like a light, but not before he gives you a goodnight kiss :)
#slasher x reader#slasher fanfiction#slashers x reader#thomas hewitt x reader#thomas hewitt#bubba sawyer#bubba saywer x reader#bubba x reader
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