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fast-burn · 6 months ago

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Maxiel + 14. Sloppy seconds !!

i think this is maybe my most requested kink 😂 but you gotta give the people what they want! hope you don't mind if i add background garage gangbang into this (and also cw for drug use reference, off-screen)

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XXX

Generally Daniel tries not to live with regrets, but he's a little miffed that the whole thing with Max's mechanics began after he left Red Bull. Granted, it couldn't have started before. The concept of Max coming off his first race and his first win getting gangbanged within an inch of his life is something Daniel avoids thinking about like someone might avoid grasping a hot poker. That whole idea is just--well yeah, better not.

Still though, it's like Red Bull didn't start having real fun until Daniel was out of the picture. Not that Daniel would have joined or anything, but it would have been nice to have the invitation.

Daniel is in the hotel lobby, late, buying chamomile tea from the bar instead of room service because--he doesn't know. Better to put a couple euros on his credit card rather than charging it to the team? He's just in time to see GP and Calum walk in with Max propped up between them. They each have an arm around his curved waist. Max moves sluggishly, but he seems happy. Downright blissful. They carry him to the elevator and Daniel holds out his AmEx to tap it against the machine.

It takes maybe three minutes of Daniel being back in his own room before he's texting Max.

you good?

yes very good is Max's reply, almost immediately.

Daniel bites his lip. His mind is blank.

wanna come up and watch a movie or something? can't sleep

lol netflix and chill? Max asks, and well that's not-not what Daniel meant. He totally gets if Max is too tired for it. Hardly a big deal.

He says up to you, we can just hang if you want, and then rm 1220.

Daniel sips his tea and then goes to brush his teeth. He's rearranging his curls, trying to make them look fuller, when finally Max knocks on the door.

"Hi Daniel," he says, leaning in the doorway, eyes half-lidded, body swaying like he's drunk. He isn't drunk. He's probably taken a ton of poppers, but now he's genuinely just tired, the effects long since worn off. Daniel scoops him into the room.

Max is easy to direct to the bed, and as soon as he lays down he starts kicking off his shoes, toes prying down the heels before he flicks his ankles and nearly launches them at the goddamn TV. He smiles up at Daniel, the stretch of his mouth a shiny with a smear of lip balm and sore-looking in the corners. He makes grabby hands until Daniel crawls on top of him. Cute. The last time they did this, Max said he always wanted a breather after it all, but once he cooled down he wanted the weight of something anchoring him. Daniel isn't particularly heavy, but he's happy to provide in whatever way he can.

"I don't think I can come again," Max says, rubbing his face against Daniel's neck. His stubble is so scratchy-rough-good, dragging against the grain of Daniel's own beard, that Daniel shivers over and over. "But I'm not ready to sleep yet."

"Lucky me," says Daniel. "You wanna talk about it?"

Max makes a vague noise, but then he gives Daniel the post-gangbang report in broad strokes. They put several big packing blankets down on the garage floor, they took turns, they made sure his holes were always full, they cleaned him up when they were done. Daniel is hard when Max finally snuffles into Daniel's collar and says, "That's all, just the usual. Pretty simple stuff."

The pictures flashing through Daniel's mind aren't simple at all. It's like that guy with the painting of the staircases, tangled up in all different angles. He grinds his dick against the bed in the soft, open vee of Max's legs.

"I don't think I--" Max starts.

Daniel interrupts him. "No. No, I know."

"You would be very nice, Daniel. It's not you that is the problem."

It's twelve to fifteen guys other than me, Daniel thinks to himself, then chastises himself for being jealous. They're not a couple, and Max loves these nights. It makes him feel connected to everyone. It makes him feel so satisfied that he has to be hand-delivered back to the hotel, poured into Daniel's bed to sleep it off for eight hours.

"Can I just take a look?" He asks instead, and Max nods, twists in Daniel's arms until he's flat on his stomach.

"I won't fall asleep," Max promises.

"You can if you want. It was a big day." Daniel tugs Max's soft pants down: Red Bull-branded sweats. It was probably impossible to get him back into his tight jeans, afterwards.

The skin on Max's arse and thighs is red-hot, spanked all over, but nothing looks bruised. Daniel skims his hands across, barely touching but Max still squirms against the sensation. The mechanics clearly love Max so much. They give him exactly what he needs and nothing more, always working together like a well-oiled machine even when said machine is a train they're running on Max.

Daniel slides his thumbs between Max's cheeks, starting from his taint and un-zippering upward, spreading Max so Daniel can inspect the damage. Someone has cleaned him up, got him all sorted out. His hole is like a halved cherry, like Max's lips when he's been biting them, all puffy and used and raw. Daniel can't help but press his face into it.

Max whines lightly when Daniel licks across his hole. He tastes like antiseptic and aloe, and beneath that copper and salt and the undeniable flavour of latex. "Everybody wrapped up?" Daniel asks, almost directly into Max's arsehole.

"Yes, of course," Max says. "It would be too messy if they didn't."

And there's another thought Daniel shouldn't have: Max so full of sperm that he's leaking down his crack and across his balls, all of it mixed together into a mystery sludge, and Daniel could suck every drop out of him.

"You can come on me, though, if you want," Max offers then, and Daniel doesn't need to be told twice.

Daniel kisses up Max's spine and shoves his hand into his own pants, pulls his dick out and strips it fast. He can't be bothered for finesse, suddenly on the edge, totally desperate. "They really got you good, huh?" He asks, mouthing Max's shoulders, his neck, the shell of his ear the same colour as his slapped arse.

"Mm hm," Max murmurs, face mashed into Daniel's pillow. He's gonna pass out any moment. "It was so lovely, Daniel. I wish I could just get fucked like that all the time, but then it wouldn't be special. I can still feel them all, inside. Like they are still doing it. Here, feel," he says, and pulls Daniel's free hand back to his hole just in time for Daniel to feel it pulse and throb against the tips of his fingers, a needy little mouth. And Daniel feeds it, striping Max's back and thighs and arse with his release as he comes.

#maxiel #sorry if the ending is sudden!! i got tired of writing it and this is just for fun anyways #it.......is what it is #i know that sounds horribly self-deprecating but please trust me it's not a critique i'm trying to let go of perfectionism #i'm also tired of writing the word arse. i hate the word arse. how do you all stand it?#kink prompts

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loopimay · 27 days ago

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Why I Ship Fossilcleaning (and why you should too!)

DISCLAIMER:

This post does NOT insist that Fossilcleaning is canon, nor does it insist you have to ship it. It exists solely as an appreciation and explanation post. Also, Shelly and Tisha are both canonically NON-RELATED ADULTS as confirmed by Qwel. Thank you.

PART 1: Interactions

Shelly and Tisha interact multiple times throughout the game, twice in the elevator and once in a storyboard together. These may come as incidental at first, but compared to how these toons are treated by others, there's a lot of weight behind their words.

Shelly and Tisha are each other's exceptions. This is crucial to understanding their relationship. Where most toons forget about Shelly or treat Tisha as a glorified mop, these two see each other in a way that nobody else does.

Starting with their first interaction: Tisha asks Shelly how she is, which does not come as a surprise to her.

In a considerable amount of interations, including those whom Shelly would be friendly with, she is shocked that they even think to talk to her, let alone ask her how she's doing.

Other toons that don't elicit surprise from Shelly, that being Teagan and Rodger, either have a reputation for looking out for other toons...

...or are only talking to her to further their own endeavours.

Tisha is special in that her attentiveness towards Shelly is only for Shelly.

As well, Tisha and Shelly proclaim they have each other's backs. We've discussed why this would be meaningful to Shelly, but the same goes for Tisha. Where many toons leave her out to dry...

...Shelly makes sure that Tisha knows she's on her side.

Their second interaction continues this pattern. Shelly asks Tisha for help, Tisha immeditally knows she's talking about her fossils, and agrees without a second thought.

For both characters, this is VERY out of the norm. There does not exist another toon who gets involved in Shelly's dinosaur-related hobbies. Some may ask her questions or entertain them for a short time, but it never goes past elevator dialogue that leaves no lasting impact on either toon.

Tisha, meanwhile, helps Shelly with her fossils enough that they speak about it casually.

And Tisha may enjoy cleaning, but she gets frustrated when toons ask her for help without thinking of her needs or fail to tidy up after themselves.

Yet when Shelly brings up cleaning her fossils, Tisha gleefully accepts, saying it "sounds fun." So... what makes Shelly different?

Her appreciation.

In their shared storyboard, Shelly happily hugs Tisha upon finding out she cleaned her fossil for her, to the point of dropping the fossil in the process. Her happiness doesn't come from the shiny fossil, but from Tisha going out of her way to do that for her.

We can assume this storyboard is indicative of their relationship, perhaps even how their friendship began, seeing how it's from one of the first episodes of the show. (In the top left corner, the storyboard is labeled "SEASON 1 - EPISODE 8") We even see it repeatedly on Shelly's map, proving its importance to the ammonite and her show character.

Before we move on, I want to bring up one more interaction: Shelly and Yatta's.

Yatta shows interest in Shelly's sewing hobby - much to her excitement - after she finds out about it from Tisha. Again, Tisha is Shelly's exception. Some toons don't even remember her name, but Tisha actively talks about Shelly to others and gets them interested in talking to her. Yatta wouldn't have known Shelly was into sewing if not for Tisha, and because she did, she ended up giving Shelly some of the attention she dearly craves.

PART TWO: Implications

There's a certain rivalry that I need to address: Tisha and Vee's.

I wholeheartedly believe that Tisha's reasoning for disliking Vee is because of her (unintentional) mistreatment of Shelly in their interactions. Let me explain.

We know from Tisha and Vee's dialogue that Tisha is the instigator of this conflict. Vee is unaware of why she dislikes her, seeming to dislike her back out of pettiness. We can deduce that Tisha is not upset for any cleaning-related reasons. She would have no problems telling Vee off if she were being untidy, as she does with other toons. Rather, she claims that Vee doesn't "appreciate certain things" in Gardenview, which would correlate to her dismissiveness towards Shelly.

But most toons are dismissive of Shelly! What makes Vee different?

Vee's dismissiveness does not come from forgetfulness, it comes from disinterest.

She shuts Shelly down when she asks if she wants to talk about dinosaur facts because she "knows them all."

And she only wants to spend time with her when it's to "move around supplies."

And we must keep in mind that Tisha was not here for these conversations. She would have heard about them from Shelly, who we know was upset by the end of both of them. Because she doesn't know the full story, it would make sense for her to assume the worst of Vee.

But from Vee's point of view, these conversations with Shelly weren't negative. She isn't acting out of malice, but rather out of logic. She knows Shelly's facts, so why would she listen to them? She needs help with something, so why wouldn't she ask Shelly?

Never would Vee think she came across as unappreciative, and because Tisha doesn't explain it to her, she doesn't reflect on her actions. It seems as though Tisha's protectiveness over Shelly blinds her to Vee's side of the situation.

So, what does this collimate into?

PART THREE: Potential

This part will mainly consist of how I interpret Shelly and Tisha's relationship. It will focus less on canon itself and more on the fun ways you can build off of it.

Shelly and Tisha have a bond that cannot be broken. They are each other's biggest supporters. Shelly's memory lives on with Tisha, who remembers her habits and talks about her to others. Tisha's work is valued by Shelly, who is always thankful for the effort she puts into keeping Gardenview (and her fossils) clean.

Everything they want out of someone, whether it be recognition or acknowledgement, they find in the other. Why else would you need to master Tisha to unlock Shelly if she didn't mean the most to her, as Cosmo does to Sprout or Brightney does to Vee?

Fossilcleaning has been my favorite Dandy's World ship since I got into the fandom. It thrills me to finally talk about them so extensively, as I believe this pairing to be severely underrated. I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading! Have a good day and a Happy Pride!

#dandys world #dandy's world #shelly x tisha #tisha x shelly #fossilcleaning #polishedshell #dandys world ship #dandys world shelly #shelly dandys world #dw shelly #shelly dw #shelly fossilian #dandys world tisha #tisha dandys world #dw tisha #tisha dw

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dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling · 3 months ago

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would you do the vees x fallen angel reader?

Yay! My first ask for the vees! I wrote this as platonic but Vox's could be interpreted as romantic.

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Vees & fallen angel reader

Vox

★ Vox would exploit your vulnerability for his own gain, seeing you as a tool rather than a companion. You could be a valuable asset to him. Plus, you're naive enough to trust him, so the hard parts already done.

★ He has you stay close to him, always in his grasp, ensuring that nobody else has an influence over you. While Vox isn’t one for sentimentality, there is no denying that he's gotten fond of you. Even if he sees you as nothing more than a shiny trophy.

★ All he has to do is give you an empty smile and you follow what he says. Genuinely believing that Vox wants the best for you. If you didn't, why would he be so nice to you? None the wiser to his true opinion of you.

★ You're always taken care of, like a bird in a gilded cage. Cameras set up everywhere to keep dangerous people away. His "protection" might feel more like surveillance, and that's because it is."Y/n, be good and stay put" he says. Using your kind nature against you.

Valentino

★ He would probably try to charm and manipulate you at first, seeing your vulnerability as an opportunity. Valentino could exploit your guilt over the fall. Telling you that he can make you happy again. "Don't worry about your pretty little head, I'll treat you right." Val coons, his voice sweet in a faux tone.

★ Whatever you do, don't sign a contract with him. If you do, he would use you to boost his own status. All while subtly degrading you behind closed doors. Making you feel like you need to prove your worth to him.

Velvette

★ Velvette would see the fallen angel as a new toy to entertain herself with. Masking her cruelty with playful teasing and gaslighting whenever you get upset. “Oh, come on, you’re being dramatic” or “You know I’m only joking, right? Don’t be so sensitive”

★ She might just put you on display for her audience. Taking photos of you in luxury brands for clout. Sinners don't often see angles. Her audience is captivated by the novelty of it all. Seeing something as pure as an angle shown off in such a way. You're her personal showpiece.

★ While Velvette might occasionally act like she cares, her loyalty would be fleeting. If you ever became boring or uninteresting, she’d abandon you without a second thought. For now, though, the public is still interested in you, keeping yourself in Velvette’s spotlight.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #vox #vox x reader #vox x you #vox x y/n #valentino x reader #valentino x you #vox headcanons #Valentino headcanons #velvette #velvette x reader #velvette x y/n #vees

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year ago

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The Man 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Lloyd Hansen

Summary: a demanding customer complicates more than your work life.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Mr. Hansen,” you eke out as you pad after Lloyd.

“Did I tell you to speak?” He grumbles.

You walk with an arm across your chest and your other hand hiding your vee, “no, but I forgot my phone in the car--”

“You don’t need it,” he tosses over his shoulder as he leads you to the staircase, the steps wide and polished.

“Hm, guess I wouldn’t have pockets for it anyhow,” you comment as you follow him up, uncertain what else to do.

He growls and says nothing else. You see the tension in his shoulders and clutching in his hand, balling and unballing at his side. He tilts his head slightly as if talking to himself, gesturing slightly in his unspoken monologue. He seems stressed. You might be too if you had a hostage. Hostage may be a generous term; you’re not worth much of a bargain.

He pushes through a door so hard it nearly thwacks the wall behind it, stopped only by the resistance of the hinges. You stop in the doorway as he crosses the spacious office and nears the sleek glass top desk. You take in the decor, all of it shiny and modern. He’s got a good eye. Or hired somebody with one.

He sits in the white leather chair and puffs, his feet set wide as he scowls. His arms drape over your sides and he narrows his sights at you. You try to make yourself smaller as your nakedness sets you on fire.

“What the hell are you waiting for?” He snarls.

You smile sheepishly and step inside slowly, “er, I’m wondering that too--”

“Get over here,” he points between his knees.

“Oh, okay,” you giggle nervously and cross to the desk, coming around stand beside him.

“What the hell are you doing? Get underneath,” he flicks your arm and you wince with a hiss. “Gotta train that mouth right so let’s get going.”

You furrow your brow and the corners of your mouth tug down. He’s so gross. He lifts his chin and stares up at your defiantly.

“Got something to say, cause what I want you to do with that mouth has nothing to do with chatting, sweet lips,” he reaches up and drags a finger across your lips and pokes between them.

You turn away, swatting him as you back up.

“Hey,” snaps and points in your face, “watch yourself. The hard my dick gets, the thinner my patience.”

You curl your lip and repress a shudder. You can still taste him. Gross. He didn’t even let you wash your mouth out.

You reluctantly back up and tread around the other side of the desk. He leans back and undoes his fly. You hold your breath as you try to repress every comment that flits across your mind. It will all be easier if you just be quiet. Just get it over with. And it wasn’t that bad, the end was just a bit icky.

You close your eyes and lower yourself with a tortured strain in your cheek. Stop thinking about it. If you don’t think and just do, then it won’t be so weird. You open your eyes to dip under the desk and crawl beneath the glass.

He pumps himself with his hand and you grimace. You get closer, staring down his... little monster. Little... you suppose it’s a good size. I mean, he could be in one of those videos you’ve seen on the internet. And yet, some of the men you’ve seen in those aren’t exactly hunks.

You gulp and snort through your nose. Stop. It’s not funny. It’s just weirdly flesh and the veins that stick out are distracting.

He brings his other hand down to grab your chin and forces you closer with a growl. You nearly smack your head off the edge of the desk’s frame.

“Laugh one more time,” he warns.

You seal your lips as he aims his tip at your mouth. You make yourself open up and stretch around him. The sensation of his smooth, slightly ridged skin presses to your tongue, and he pushes you deeper. He hits your reflex and you twitch, letting out a gag. He holds you there and you kick your feet, clawing at his pants.

He lets you up and shoves you back down. He drags you along his length as slobber smears around your mouth and you puff through your nose. The motion makes you dizzy and your throat burns as he forces his way in.

Your hand drifts further up beneath his shirt and you feel the hard muscle of his stomach. A fleeting thought flickers in your mind as you spread your fingers wide across his middle. You try to slow him down but he’s relentless.

You swirl your tongue around his tip as he eases you back and he flinches, letting out a whine. You do it again. It must feel good as his grip loosens on you. You drag your hand down and graze along a wrinkle in the top of his slack pants. He groans.

Slowly you feel him relaxing. That’s better. The pressure in your neck lessens and you flutter your fingers along his hand. He lets go of his base and you brush along his sack. He grunts again, clutching the arms of the chair. You tickle as he squirms and grip his tightly. You’ve seen lots of videos.

You stroke him in time with your mouth. You feel his control dissolving as you take over. For once in your life, you feel powerful. It’s like a joystick and you can make him do whatever you want.

“Toots, hold on,” he breathes, “you’re gonna--- not again--”

You stop and pop your lips off him abruptly. You angle your head to look at him through the desk and see how his cheek ticks and he furrows his nose. He sucks in air and holds it in. He lets out a drone.

“Shit, you almost—almost got me,” he utters, “you gotta slow your roll, cheeks.”

You slant your mouth and arch your brows. Suck my dick. Don’t suck my dick. Just like one minute, he hates you and the next he’s snatching you up. He’s as whimsical as a rainstorm.

“Don’t give me that look,” he sighs and sits back again, “just--” he shows a palm, “slow. I wanna savour it, sweet lips. You should too.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #drabble #series #au #mob au #the man #the gray man

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soupiestzilla · 27 days ago

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HEH.. HEHEHEHE... HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

Alright alright I'll stop sksks BUT I CAME HERE TO BRING FOOD, EVEN IF IT'S JUST SKETCHES, MUAHAHAHAHAHA.

OKAY FIRST DISH. I like the idea of Vee needing her limbs to have oil/ink/idk what they call it exactly sksks so she always moves without any issue and I like to think that yes Veronica does it but Shelly likes doing it for her, like they sit down somewhere soft like pillows and that and I love to think that Vee feels safe enough to show her most vulnerable parts and Shelly is super careful, even using a cloth so nothing spills and that. She definitely hums as she takes her time with it too and Vee likes listening to it as she sits still sksksk.

One other thing I like to think is that Vee has these soft parts that can attach to her limbs and underneath is all the vulnerable stuff/wires basically. Like.. think of the green part on Vee's body but it's also on her limbs?? And it's soft? A kid has definitely asked for a hug from Vee before sksks and they offer at least some protection from water but not much sksks I still have the reference but imagine they have the same color as Vee's body sksk

(ik ik not the best pictures-)

I also like to think that Shelly cleans Vee with a towel and something so she can always be shiny and not to have dust on her or anything else and y'know how dust is in general for machines, Shelly really likes doing that sksksk

NOW THE SECOND DISH, HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE!!!!

I LOVE to think that Vee can hear better from her microphone tail so she likes pressing it against Shelly's upper chest, where her heart is so she can listen to her heartbeat and soft breathing, it basically calms Vee down cuz she knows it's from Shelly and AJDHAHDHAHS I'm so soft for them help me- also yes Shelly has definitely grabbed the microphone before and has whispered her love to Vee from it BAHAHAHAHA GO GO WIVES!!!

Ik ik I still struggle with anatomy skdksjs but I wanted to do something with toaster Vee (I hope I'm saying it right sksks) Shelly thinks she's absolutely adorable MUAHAHAHAHAHA look at lil Vee trying to move her lil legs as the tail is wagging sksksk

AND LASTLY (For now >:) don't think I'm done with art MUAHAHA-) but I also really adore the idea of Shelly learning how Vee's body works and even helping her with repairs or maintenance or even something that is glitchy and that. Even if my Shelly design, she has kinda sharp nails, she is SOOOOO careful with Vee oml she's such a sweetheart and she even talks while doing that for Vee so Vee wouldn't sit in silence or feel pain silently from a glitch or a wire going wrong in her body, the trust those two have with each other MMMMMMM

I came here to leave food, I can't draw hands, good day y'all, will definitely make more art of those two like I love them so much, they are my favorite (and I also simp for them hard too we got the whole ass package here-), now I will go back to procrastination 🙏🙏

(Also you are such a cool person I hope you know that- ik I rambled so hard but man I'm legit not normal about them BAHAHAHAHA, HAVE A GOOD DAY, I GOT ENOUGH OF YOUR TIME BYE BYE-)

HOLY FUCKIN MOLY

THERE IS SO MUCH TO UNPACK HERE??????

Kicks feET LIKE A LITTLE GIRL

Zilla dies beware

FIRST DISH.

SHELLY MAINTAINING VEE????? LIKE A ?? WHOLE ASS MECHANIC GIRLFRIEND HYBRID???

SpINS AWAY TO SWITZERLAND.

I LOVE THE IDEA BROTHER. LITERALLY MY FAVOURITE FLAVOUR OF SHELLVISION. SHES HUMMING. BEING CAREFUL ON HER OPTIMUS PRIME OF A GF. HHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAGDUWOKD

DISH 1.5??? . WAITER. WAITER COME HERE.

VEE BEING SOFt. THE KIDDIES. THE KIDDIES WILL EAT THIS UP

Oh my word. Oh my goob. Oh my golf. Shes a whole. A whole. A whole microwave. But she becomes floofed up for the kids.

Walks out with suspiciously vee being padded up for the kids headcanon shaped bag

(random but i like how u made an arrow pointing down to draw the rest of her foot. You thoughtful lil bagel lol)(/with love)(platonically)(YOU BAGEL OF PLATONIC LOVE)

(oh shelly. You angel. You angle. You 90° angle. You fucking triangle you. YOU PRECIOUS LITTLE TRAINGLE. YOU TOWELING THE DUST OFF UR GF. YOU. CREIIIIIEWEWWSSSSWPWKEHQJ)

DisH TWO.

SHELLYS HEARTBEAT CALMING VEE DOWN? CONTAIN ME. CONTAIN ME OFFICERS. TAKE ME AWAY. (OH THIS WORLD WILL TAKE ME EARLY)(THIS IS SO SOFT)(BROTHER YOU ACTUALLY BLESSED MY ASKBOX TODAY)(WHAT THE HEl/)

AND SHELLY WHISPERING INTO THE MICCCCXXD dies for realsies i am gONE.

Ok kids cover your ears miss zilla ia about to lose it

Inhales

Hmmm

TTTTOOOOOOOAAAAAAAASSSSSTTTTTTTTTEEEEERRRRRRRRR VVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

YOU DO NOT SUCK AT ANATOMY. TOASTER VEE IS SUBJECTIVE. AND I SUBJECT. YOU. TO??? FIVE. NONO SWVEN. BROTHER I SUBJECT YOU ETERNITY IN THE CORNER. THE PEAK CORNER.

(OH HER LIL LEGS. HER LIL LEGS ARE SWINGING. SHELLYS TAIL. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYYY GOOB.)(people see me and send me shelly holding toaster vee)(this is exactly how i wish to be seen)(sobs like a widowed penguin)(idk)(do penguins even het widowed)

REACHES THROUGH THE SCREEN

YOU'RE TELLING ME. GIRL BASICALLY HAS CLAWS. AND VEE STILL LETS HER GO BOB THE BUILDER ON HER. oh im over. Oh its too late. Beeeeeeeeeeeeppp (me in the hospital)(no hope left for me)(i love it when)(i love when)(when)(this much trust)(im finsihed)(VEE TRUSTS HER SO MUCH)(SHELLY LEARNS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HER GF)(THIS IS RHE EQUIVALENT OF TAKING CARE OF uR SICK LOVER NO?)(OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE EQUIVALENT BUT LIKE WHEN UR GF IS A TV LOL)

WE ALL SUCK AT DRAWING HANDS. HANDS DONT KNOW HOW TO DRAW THEMSELVES. DON'T WORRY.

YOURE COOL TOO. I LOVE YOUR ART BRO. I LOVE THESE HEADCANONS. PLS DONT BE SHY IF U EVER COOK LIKE THIS AGAIN. DESTROY MY INBOX LMAO. I LOVE THIS. THANK YOU

Dies

#op loves asks #vee #dandys world #shelly #shellvision #dandys world shelly #shelly fossilian #shelly x vee #vee dw #vee version 1 #NOT MY ART #BUTS ITS SO COOL #I LOVE IT SM

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ageingfangirl2 · 25 days ago

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Hazbin Hotel x Child Reader Series

PART 31 - VELVETTE VS KID VS HOTEL PT 2

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY TWENTY-ONE TWENTY-TWO TWENTY-THREE TWENTY-FOUR TWENTY-FIVE TWENTY-SIX TWENTY-SEVEN TWENTY-EIGHT TWENTY-NINE THIRTY

The hotel was quiet, save for the occasional murmur of voices from the kitchen. Charlie and Vaggie were lounging in the lounge when a package arrived at the front desk. The shiny red box, wrapped with a glittery gold ribbon, immediately stood out as it sat near the counter.

Charlie spotted it first, ‘That’s...unusual. Who would send this here?’ she asked, walking over with Vaggie following closely behind.

Vaggie, already suspicious, narrowed her eyes at the package, ‘Probably something from that Vee,’ she muttered under her breath, ‘You know, Velvette's brand. She's always pulling these stunts.’

Charlie frowned slightly, ‘I hope not. They’ve already done enough. I don’t want any of them getting any more influence over the kid.’

Vaggie grumbled as she crossed her arms, eyeing the package, ‘Then what are we doing letting it sit here?’

‘I’ll take care of this,’ Vaggie grabbed the package and began carefully cutting the glittery ribbon, feeling more uncomfortable with each snip. When the box was opened, it revealed the expected contents—sparkling, shiny packaging and a glistening red bow, the kind of extravagant accessory that screamed Velvette.

Charlie’s face dropped. ‘Great. A ‘gift’ from Velvette,’ She moved closer, inspecting the bow, ‘I don’t want the kid getting attached to this kind of...fluff.’

You walk into the room, immediately see the sparkling red bow, and your eyes light up, ‘Oh, wow! What’s that?’ you exclaim with a giggle, rushing forward to get a better look.

Charlie’s protective instincts kicked in immediately. She placed a hand gently on the bow, blocking you from getting too close, ‘Hold on, sweetie,’ she said softly, though her tone held concern, ‘This isn't just some random bow. You can't just take gifts from people you don't know.’

You frown, confused, ‘But...It's so pretty. I like it. Can I have it?’

Vaggie stepped forward, her arms still crossed, ‘You don’t need to be taking things from people who play these kinds of games, kid. You gotta be careful about who you let in.’

Charlie knelt to your level, her voice softer, ‘I know it’s tempting, but we have to be cautious, okay? Not everyone who gives you a gift has good intentions.’

You look down, feeling a little disappointed, but nod in understanding. Charlie and Vaggie exchanged an uneasy glance, both knowing the bow had come from Velvette, who was notorious for trying to influence anybody in subtle ways.

Charlie’s expression hardened. ‘I’ll talk to Alastor. He’ll know what to do. He’s an overlord, so surely he’ll know how to deal with other overlords.’

As they were about to come to a decision, the door to the lounge creaked open, and a familiar voice interrupted their conversation.

‘Did I hear someone mention my name?’ Alastor's voice purred from the doorway. His ever-present smile was wide and unsettling as he entered the room, his eyes briefly darting to you and then to the red bow.

Charlie sighed, not surprised by his timely appearance, ‘Yes, we were just...dealing with this,’ She gestured toward the bow, ‘Velvette sent this for the kid.’

Alastor raised an eyebrow, his smile stretching wider, ‘Ah, Velvette. How charming,’ He walked over to the counter, inspecting the bow, ‘Hmm...less gaudy than the pink monstrosity Angel tried to shove onto the child, I’ll give it that.’

Vaggie shot him a glare, ‘You’re not helping.’

Alastor, unfazed, turned to you with a cheerful expression, ‘I must admit, darling, it is a rather lovely shade of red. But I must agree with your protectors here. A bow is only as good as the intentions behind it. His voice took on a mock-serious tone as he leaned in, ‘And I can assure you, Velvette has very particular intentions.’

You tilt your head, still unsure, ‘So...what should I do with it?’

Charlie stepped forward, placing her hands on your shoulders, ‘We don’t want to take it from you, sweetie. But you can’t just take things from anyone, especially if we don't know what they're after.’

Alastor chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment, ‘If you’d like, my dear, I can keep it for safekeeping. You know, just in case someone else comes along trying to make a fashion statement,’ He winked at Charlie, his smile never fading.

Charlie hesitated, looking between you and the bow, ‘We’ll hold onto it for now. Let’s talk to Velvette about all of this...later.’

You sigh but nod reluctantly, ‘Okay…’

Alastor gave you a playful tap on the head, still grinning, ‘Good decision. Trust me, darling, you’ll be better off with me on your side,’ He winked, adjusting his bowtie before turning to leave, his laughter echoing behind him.

Vaggie and Charlie shared a glance, silently agreeing on the plan. You were off-limits for any more Vee influences for the time being.

EVENING

The hotel was winding down for the night, its usual chaos dimming into soft murmurs and low lighting. The lounge glowed with the golden haze of antique lamps, and from a dusty old radio, jazz floated lazily through the air. Alastor sat perched in his favourite chair, legs crossed, a steaming cup of something strange and bitter held delicately in his fingers.

He didn’t look up when the soft sound of little footsteps approached, but the corner of his mouth curled with recognition.

You padded into the room, duck plush tucked beneath one arm. You stop in front of his chair and sit down cross-legged on the rug without a word.

Alastor finally glanced down, his grin widening, ‘Evening, little shadow. Trouble sleeping?’

You shake your head, looking thoughtful, ‘No. I was just…thinking.’

He set his cup down on the side table and leaned forward slightly, hands clasped over one knee, ‘Dangerous habit, that. But do go on.’

You look up at him, eyes wide and serious, ‘Why is it okay when Miss Rosie gives me things…but not Velvette?’

Alastor’s smile didn’t falter, but it softened into something more subdued. He regarded you carefully for a beat, then leaned back in his chair with a hum, fingertips tapping together.

‘Well now, that is quite the question,’ he said, almost pleased, ‘You’re learning to see the difference between what is given…and why.’

You hug the duck plush a little tighter, but say nothing.

Alastor continued, his tone calm, measured, ‘Rosie gives because she wants to make you smile. No games, no strings. She’s all warmth and teacakes and gentle affection. She sees you and says, This child deserves something sweet.’

You nod slowly, listening closely.

‘But Velvette…’ Alastor’s smile turned a touch colder, though still polite, ‘Velvette is charming, glittery, and clever. She sees a stage in everything. When she gives something, it’s not always out of kindness. Sometimes, it’s a strategy. Appearances. Performance.’

He leaned forward slightly, voice lowering just a bit, ‘She gives because she wants others to see her giving. There’s a difference.’

You tilt your head, ‘So…Rosie gives me treats because she likes me. But some people give things because they want something back?’

‘Precisely,’ Alastor replied, a hint of pride in his voice, ‘Some gifts are genuine. Others are just traps dressed in ribbon.’

You think for a moment, then look up at him with a small smile, ‘You’ll tell me if something’s a trap, right?’

He reached out, ruffling your hair gently, ‘Every time, dear.’

You let out a quiet breath and lean against the side of his chair, ‘Okay.’

Alastor’s grin returned in full, though a little softer now. He sipped his tea again, casting a glance at the radio. As the jazz murmured on, the lounge settled into a peaceful silence—one shared between two very different souls, bonded by quiet understanding.

You stand up, brushing imaginary dust from your knees, you hesitate, duck plush still clutched to your chest. You didn’t quite meet Alastor’s eyes as you mumbled, almost too quietly, ‘I only wanted the red bow…because you and Miss Rosie said red suited me.’

Alastor’s smile faltered for the briefest of moments, a flicker of something unspoken passing through his eyes. Then, with a soft chuckle, he tilted his head and regarded you fondly, ‘Well,’ he said, voice a touch more sincere than usual, ‘that’s a very good reason indeed.’

He didn’t promise to get you another. He didn’t need to. You give him a small, sleepy nod before padding off toward the hallway, duck in tow.

Alastor sat there for a moment longer, swirling the last of his tea in the cup, already plotting something quietly mischievous. After all, if you wanted red, then red you would have. Just not one that came from Velvette.

It didn’t take long before a phone call was made, a quick, secretive conversation with Rosie, whose voice crackled through the line, full of mischief.

‘It’s all set,’ she whispered, a gleam in her tone, ‘The bow will be ready in the morning. It’s just perfect—a little bit of her and a little bit of us.’

Alastor smirked, his eyes narrowing in satisfaction, ‘Marvellous. No sparkles, no frills. Simple, old-fashioned. Let’s see if she appreciates it.’

NEXT DAY

Alastor patiently waited, his fingers tapping against the front desk as you played near the lounge. When the delivery arrived—a package wrapped in plain brown paper with a simple twine bow—Alastor casually made his way over, his eyes gleaming with barely-contained amusement.

You blink in surprise when you see Alastor approach, holding the package carefully. ‘What’s that?’ you ask, your voice bright with curiosity.

Alastor leaned down, handing you the package with a playful grin, ‘A little something from me and Rosie,’ he said, the implication there, but not too obvious, ‘You’ll find it suits you.’

Carefully, you peel away the paper, revealing a deep red bow, no glitter, no shimmer. Just a rich, vintage red, tied in a delicate knot with soft satin fabric that looked like something you might find from a different era.

The bow was stunning in its simplicity, clearly old-fashioned but with a timeless quality to it, like a piece of history made to be worn now. It was perfectly imperfect, just like you.

You smile, your eyes lighting up as you hold it up to your hair, ‘It’s…it’s not sparkly! But it’s beautiful!’ Your smile widened, and for a moment, you hesitated, ‘It feels… special. Thank you.’

Alastor beamed, knowing full well that Rosie had outdone herself, ‘I thought you’d appreciate something with a bit more class,’ he said, giving you a nod of approval.

You gently tied the bow in your hair, running your fingers over the soft fabric as you looked into the mirror, admiring your reflection.

Alastor leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face, ‘Red suits you, my dear.’

And as you turned to thank him again, there was a gleam in Alastor’s eyes that spoke of future plans—plans that didn’t need the glimmer of Velvette’s collection to stand out. Alastor wouldn’t lose you to any of the vees, no matter the cost.

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cupcakewebkinz · 1 month ago

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There was actually a Version Two?

(THIS IS NOT CANON I just love the idea gulp)

☆ Gi, being the curious potato she is, goes to Vee's old gameshow's floor and finds a surprise - a second Vee, who has absolutely no idea Gardenview is closed... Whoops ☆

✮ Caretaker Shanon au + Gi + Vivi are all mine! Yippee!! ✮

✭ @soupiestzilla you made this happen, you feast you fool /silly

@crayons-are-yummyy if you're still alive rn come read this because you're also really cool :] ✭

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It was just another day for Gi, another day of exploring what used to be Gardenview before the Incident happened. She was on Vee's gameshow floor, watching the video that was on the TV, watching how Veronica and Vee interacted. She was curious, hand to her mouth, head tilted. Veri seemed so much more shy than she was now, and seemed so anxious when she pet Vee in the video, it made her wonder if Vee helped her change. That would've been cool, to be a massive influence on someone you love dearly, like how Vee loved Veronica and helped her change for the better. Though she soon turned back to one of the walls in the room, as it was oddly blank, just having one of those Vee posters on it. Gi walked over and rolled up her sleeve, gently feeling it out with her bare hand. While most of the wall felt like a wall, there was a weird rectangle shaped area that didn't feel like the rest. She curled her fingers in and followed the shape, scratching off the wallpaper as she went, revealing what was definitely a door hidden in the wall for some reason.

"Secret door, smart." Gi whispered to herself, feeling out around the door until she found it, a secret button. Pressing it let her right in, and she did storm right in, just to find-

Vee?

But... Turned off, slouched, huddled in a corner. Chrome. Updated. Antennae fixed, the signature bend of her right antennae no longer existed. It was like Vee was replaced... By herself... Gi didn't know how to feel about it. She slowly walked over and gently cupped the corner of the other's screen in her hand, looking at the power button in curiousity and fear. She thought for a few minutes, then pressed it. Nothing happened for a minute, and Gi honestly was really sad and had gotten up and started walking away, until-

POWER ON

Gi froze at the sudden sound of the overly familiar voice, then spun and looked at the robot. It- she- they- whatever was now standing, the familiar lime green smug smile and matching green eyes now on the screen, eyes looking directly at her─

She was face to face with Vee Version Two in seconds.

"Don't be shy my dear! Vee is always open to new people, young and old! What's your name, Contestant Number One?" The robot continued, making Gi swallow hard, blushing even more from being very overwhelmed when she was pulled close to the other.

"Well hello and welcome to Vee's gameshow!" She greeted, hand now holding Gi's shoulder and the other held her shiny, beautiful matching green microphone. Gi just stayed frozen, silent, jaw dropped, face warm.

"Gi-"

"OH GIGI RIGHT? I remember you, you always kept saying how shiny I was, you were an amazing contestant in the last show! Amazing seeing you again, old friend!" Vee(?) cheered, making Gi shake her head.

"No-no Gigi is my sister, i-it's only Gi. Uhm... You are very... Very shiny and... P-pretty though-"

"Why thank you!" The robot said with a wink, making Gi feel something she honestly couldn't explain.

"Uhm... Do... You even know what happened...?" Gi slowly asked, making the other Vee blink a few times.

"What happened to what now? My data is not processing any changes. OH! Are you here to give me my new schedule? Oh silly me, I forgot there were going to be changes in recording times!"

"No, uhm, I don't know how to tell you this but- Gardenview completely shut down ten years ago." Gi bluntly told her, making the robot laugh like she told a joke.

"What do you mean it shut down ten years ago? I was only powered off for-... Eleven... Years..." The robot said, going quiet as she slowly realized what happened. Gi watched as the other Vee slowly went from overly confident to confused, then defeated and uncertain.

"Eleven years... I was in repair... For eleven years... I was told it was only for an hour... I... What... How... How do I..? This isn't in my programming-? WHAT DO I DO IT'S NOT IN MY PROGRAMMING?!" She screeched, tears filling her digital eyes as she started to tremble, obviously not certain about anything anymore. Gi panicked and gripped the sides of the other's screen, making the robot turn so fast she tumbled over a little and-

They accidentally kissed.

They were frozen, face to face, eyes huge.

This was an accident- surely- it wasn't intentional on either end-

But neither wanted to move. So they just stood like that, confused, uncertain, blushing like mad until the other Vee moved away quickly like she was on fire.

"I AM SO SORRY-"

"I'm sorry- I shouldn't have grabbed you, I didn't know what to do!" Gi blurted out, flustered to hell and back now. The other Vee gently shushed her with a finger to her mouth.

"It's okay, we're both fine, right? The cameras didn't catch any of it! The show's still on and I'm the star! It's okay! IT'S OKAY!!"

"I... I'm sorry but the show was cancelled ten years ago..." Gi very softly corrected, watching the robot finally give in and sit on the floor with a sad sigh and tears in her eyes yet again.

"But... Show cancellations aren't in my programming... I... I don't know what I am... I was only programmed to run shows and host meet and greets, I'm supposed to be confident and have so much joy and love I- I don't know who I am anymore..." The second Vee stated softly, shaking as she started rocking back and fourth on the floor, hugging her knees. Gi sat down beside her, still flustered from their accidental kiss, but willing to help in every way possible.

"I know exactly how it feels... I'm... I actually wasn't supposed to be a toon, I was just a clone made out of ichor. I was never supposed to learn anything about Gardenview, I was just supposed to grab supplies for the living toons and keep the generators running- I was never supposed to know what I was. Then one day, I found myself face to face with the original me and... All of a sudden, everything stopped making sense. I understand everything you feel, the confusion, the heartbreak, the fear, the everything- and if you want, I'm right here to help you. It'll be okay, I promise, it's okay to not be what you're made to be. It's what makes us special." Gi explained, holding out her hand for the other. The Vee smiled and carefully took it, gripping her light blue hand tight.

"Thank you... I... I don't know what to say..."

"And that's okay, we can sit here until you feel ready to see everything. I can't wait to show you my world, Vivi."

"It's... Just Vee, bud."

"You're version two, right? Vee Vee, two Vee, Vivi." Gi stated, making the other Vee look at her in thought, then nod.

"I'm guessing you know version one then?"

"Yup, she's as happy as could be, she really likes Shelly, they kiss all the time and hug and- wait do you know what affection is? Uppies? Any of that?" Gi asked curiously, making Vivi shake her head, eyes focused on the floor, body still shaking a little bit.

"I... Was never allowed to touch guests... I don't know what got into me- I... I shouldn't have touched your shoulder without permission, or pulled you near me, or any of that! I just... I don't know." Vivi explained softly, making Gi's eyes widen yet again as she gripped Vivi's hand. Vivi immediately gripped it back tight, looking at Gi curiously, her antennae giving a subtle flick. A slight, subtle glitch. Gi didn't even notice.

"I need you to trust me, I want you to come meet my family, you HAVE to learn what uppies are." Gi said firmly, getting a shocked look from the robot.

"I am property of Gardenview, if I leave, I'm stolen property- they'd be arrested for theft!"

"I would steal your soul in a heartbeat." Gi blurted out, putting her other hand on Vivi's cheek as she squinted at her.

"Fine. But you have to bring me back here if I don't like it." Vivi muttered after a lot of thinking, sitting right up and letting go of Gi's hands.

"I don't care if the evil humans catch me, I will bash them with chairs just to rescue you. I don't care how many people I have to knock out, I don't care how many chairs I'll break, I don't care- I just, I could never live with myself if I let anyone else get hurt here. Please... Trust me, Vivi. It's so much brighter outside." Gi softly said, moving closer to the robot as she spoke. Vivi silently watched her, her hands both in Gi's, desperate. Desperate for touch, for love, for genuine care. Vivi leaned her screen in and rested her head against the gachapon's, the two closing their eyes as they convinced themselves to trust the other. That this was a good idea, that everything would be okay if they went through with this dumb idea.

"If─ You let me try out the games on my floor, I've always wanted to try them out but I was always too busy to." Vivi quickly added on, getting a chaotic smile from Gi.

"You better let me play too!"

"Obviously, they're for all ages and everyone, unless you want to make it a competition- but I'll win, I was kind of programmed to be really good at the games to make it challenging for adults." Vivi replied, making Gi stand up and gently help Vivi up on her feet as well.

"I don't care about winning, I care about you feeling okay again." Gi admitted, making Vivi laugh a little, obviously thinking it was a joke. Though she went silent when she realized that she was being completely serious. Vivi just stared at her after that, blushing a little bit herself now.

"I'm... Flattered you actually... Care about that, but I assure you, I can't feel anything- I'm just a robot."

"You're more than your code." Gi stated, serious. Vivi blinked at that, her antennae twitching again. Gi noticed, but just smiled.

"You're way more than your code, way more than just a robot, you don't have to pretend anymore- I DON'T PRETEND ANYMORE! Nobody's here to tell either of us what we are anymore- you're Vivi, I'm Gi, and we're much more than just, stupid clones made to make other people happy. We can make ourselves happy- each other happy, if you believe in yourself. So come on, let's be stupid, let's do stupid things, play stupid games- we deserve to have fun!" Gi said, though she didn't move just yet. She watched Vivi closely, watching the robot process everything, her eyes showing all the emotions that her screen couldn't. Another twitch.

"I'm... Vivi... And I deserve to have fun." She stated quietly, sounding like she didn't believe a word she said. Gi just nodded once, firm. Vivi finally smiled a genuine smile.

"Then show me how you have fun, let's... Let's have fun!" Vivi proclaimed, as if it was a civil duty to have fun. Gi just laughed and nodded, grabbing the shiny robot's hand again and leading her off.

The first thing they tried together was a dance game, and they both were incredibly good at it, well until Vivi tripped on her own tail and crashed onto Gi. However- the gachapon just burst out laughing after making sure they were both okay, so Vivi just laughed it off right with her, pretending she meant to do that when they both knew it was a genuine accident. They then tried some old school arcade games, which Gi... Really sucked at.

"I don't understand these ones..." Gi muttered, getting a glance from Vivi.

"Oh- here, I'll help, uhm, I can still touch you, right? Your hands?" Vivi asked, walking over to the gachapon carefully. Gi just nodded, smiling at her.

"Girl you don't need to ask every single time, I don't care, ever! I love getting hugs and having my hands held!" Gi told her happily, making Vivi nervously smile and nod.

"Right- I'm allowed to be myself now, right."

"Absolutely, no judgement here, be yourself you shiny, bright, beautiful star!" Gi cheered, turning to face her just as Vivi leaned over her shoulder to help her. They were mere inches away from kissing on accident again, and they both were flustered immediately by it. Gi, however, decided to fuck it and leaned in, closing the gap with a very gentle and quick kiss. Though she immediately moved away again when she realized what she just did.

"I-"

"Don't. You're okay, I actually feel a little better whenever we do that." Vivi softly stated, then nervously laughed as she put her hands on Gi's.

"Uhm, yeah, the games-"

"I like doing that too... I like doing it a lot." Gi admitted quietly, making Vivi look at her again.

"I mean, I doubt it's every day you get to be this close to a famous tv host, now is it?" Vivi asked, nervous and honestly not wanting to hear the answer to that question. Gi just fully turned to her, keeping her hands where Vivi could hold them.

"I don't care how famous someone is or not, I don't care about status or whatever, I just care about who a toon is deep down inside of them. I can tell you have a lot of great things about you that you just haven't learned to accept yet, and that's okay! I'll help you, like my family helped me- and I'll show you how fun it is to be yourself and-" Gi paused when she heard a sniff, soon looking terrified as Vivi had looked away, sniffling as tears fell from her eyes.

"Vivi-"

"Thank you, for everything, Gi. I... I've realized what's happened now... I was abandoned here, wasn't I? Gardenview lost its copyright, we toons are public domain now, anyone could come in and take us and make a profit. But instead of making a profit, you- you just want us to be happy, because you actually care, u-unlike Delilah, who didn't care. She just... She made me to replace the first version so she could profit more, didn't she?"

"Yeeaahh..."

"Of course she did, of course- why else would I have been locked in a room for ELEVEN YEARS without anyone coming to find me?! Why was I so stupid?!" Vivi asked, reaching to pull her antennae, but Gi gently stopped her and held her hands instead. Vivi just stared, sniffing as she shook, crying and hiccupping and breaking down.

"Why do you even care so much..? I know you understand how I feel, but- I'm not supposed to feel-"

"Yes you are, all toons feel, clones feel things too. It's okay to feel. It's okay to be mad, to cry, to be loud and have a temper tantrum. You're okay, Viv. Trust me, you're okay, it's okay." Gi soothed, gripping the other's hands tighter. Vivi gripped them back as she looked at the arcade machine they were standing in front of, then at Gi.

"Can I scream..?"

"You can make any noise you need to."

Vivi sighed at that, then let go of Gi, turning away from her.

"One minute, please, just... One minute." Vivi quietly stated, then walked over to a nearby couch and flopped right onto it, loudly screaming into a pillow. Gi just waited, nodding.

"Yeah that is such a mood, girl. I felt that."

"I HATE EVERYTHING!!!"

"Yeah... Yeah I've been there."

"I HATE YOU SO MUCH DELILAH!!"

"Mhm, yeah, also been there." Gi shrugged, just patiently waiting, arms crossed. Vivi, not hearing either comment, just came back after her tantrum moment, holding out her hand, looking like that never happened. Gi immediately took it, gripping it tight, just like Vivi did.

"So... How bright is it up there?" Vivi asked, walking off towards the elevator, Gi quickly walking beside her and meeting her pace.

"Didn't you want to play more games before we left, Starshine?"

"I- Why are you so cute?!" Vivi blurted out, making Gi snort out of pure shock.

"WHAT?!"

"Your nicknames, your smile, the way you laugh- why are you so adorable, like a baby?" Vivi asked, squinting at the clone. Gi was silent, a sleeve covered hand on her mouth, her face coated in blush.

"I... I don't know... I'm not a baby though..."

"I know, we're both created to be adults, I know. I just... I think the way you do things is cute, ya know? I love watching you."

"Were you staring at me when you tripped-?" Gi asked in pure curiousity, making Vivi turn away with a huff.

"Of course not, I was paying attention to the game, it's in my programming." Vivi stated, though Gi could tell she was lying. Gi didn't mention it though, she just moved her sleeved hand away from her face and hit the button to go to the highest floor when Vivi lead them over to the control panel to do so.

"I think you're pretty too, Star."

"Thank you, I'm glad I'm still loved despite being abandoned."

The two went silent after that, just holding hands, staring at the elevator door as they went up. Vivi eventually leaned against Gi, Gi put her arm around her, holding her close. Protective.

"My chest feels funny." Gi stated, making Vivi nod in agreement.

"My everything feels funny, but... A good funny, I guess." Vivi muttered quietly, making Gi smile.

"Oh you'll feel that way when you try chocolate milk, it makes me feel really happy, which also feels like a good funny. Oh! We can also try feelings milk too- and cookies- and cupcakes! Cosmo makes the best muffins- I can't wait to show you those!" Gi rambled, soon going off about all her favorite things about her new life with Vivi held close. Vivi just listened, quiet, interested. She soon was smiling a genuine smile again, giggling a little.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just- I feel so great right now I wanted to thank you for it." Vivi randomly blurted out, making Gi just laugh a sweet, wholesome little laugh.

"You never have to thank me for making you feel better, silly! That's what I do now! I make everyone feel better! And I hit bad guys with chairs!" Gi explained happily, making Vivi smile even more.

"Then... Teach me how to do it too, I'd love to make people happy with you."

"I'd love to be with you too!" Gi blurted out, then paused. Vivi stared at her as Gi blankly stared at the robot.

"That's not what you said, is it?"

"No, no it is not, but I'd love to be with you too."

The two then stood in silence for a moment, then started laughing together, having no idea why they were doing so. They just- felt like they had to, like it was too joyful not to. So they laughed as they held each other, blushing and loving every second of their weirdly long elevator ride.

Except the doors were open. Have been open for a while. They just were too busy bonding to notice, and that was okay, as they were the on the one floor nobody could hurt them on. Well, except for Sprout, who was anxiously pacing as he waited for them, just to give the second Vee an odd look when he eventually found the two just standing in the wide open elevator and clinging to each other.

"Gi how the hell do you keep finding these things?" He asked when he finally saw them, making Gi pause and look at him. Vivi stared into his soul, tail wagging, Gi held protectively.

"Uhm... Greetings, Sprout."

"She was trapped in a hidden room for eleven years!! Give me a break!!" Gi replied with more sass than they all thought was imaginable from her. Sprout blinked, still having a blank look on his face.

"Gi... You're blushing-"

"I don't care. I'm taking her home and she's eating chocolate with me as she sits on my favorite chair, come on!" Gi stated, avoiding the actual topic as she gently lead Vivi away.

"Sorry Sprout, I think she really wants me to hang out with her right now, I'll catch up with you later." Vivi said as if she wasn't being dragged off or wasn't in a closet for eleven years. Sprout blinked once, twice.

"Glisten was right, nobody from Gardenview is straight. At least it's not a chair..." He softly said to himself, shrugging as he walked off behind them, tail flicking off some dirt that he accidentally dragged in from how overgrown it was. He just quietly made sure the two didn't do anything too crazy, watching as Gi genuinely did show Vivi all her favorite things- and watched as the two crashed out hardcore on the couch that night, Gi cuddling Vivi just like she's watched Sprout hold Cosmo in his sleep plenty of nights before.

Cosmo just looked at them after they had bundled the two up in blankets, eating a red velvet cookie.

"We're... Not going to tell Vee about this, aren't we?"

"Nobody at Gardenview is straight, huh?" Cosmo joked, getting a nod from Sprout.

"No, no we're not, especially not the fact they kissed four times while Gi was blabbing about how cool Vee's gameshows were." Sprout replied, unblinking, sitting in his usual spot with his tail curled over his feet. A cup of hot cocoa in hands, gazing out the window and looking up at the stars that dotted the night sky. Cosmo smiled at that.

"Absolutely no soul ever was straight in that rainbow filled place, that's for sure." Sprout quietly agreed, sipping his cocoa softly. Sam just silently nodded once in agreement, reading a book silently in their favorite chair. They gave up trying to stop toons from joining their large family, they just had a habit of appearing and they've accepted that now lmao

#this was what took over my mind earlier #gi finding herself a shiny robot wife of her own to love chairs with #they smashed 20 chairs into the ground together off screen and laughed together it was great #lol #I can't write joke fics poorly for the life of me someone help #I genuine loved writing them bonding too- just- augh I fucking love lesbians augh #they're so chaotic together (Vivi has no idea what she's doing lmao) and I love it #heeeeeelp #kai rambles #kais original post #caretaker shanon au #<- shitpost edition?#kai's writing #dandys world #yuri my beloved #undoomed too #oh and a sprinkle of fruitcake #like so small you'd probably think they're just best friends if you only read this one #but they are dating in this au totally #and before you ask yes Vivi can eat no I'm not explaining why just accept the eating robots god dammit #though Vivi is waterproof #fun fact #anyways I'll shut up now bai

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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 4 months ago

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Headcanon - Vark

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Alastor being disdainful and aloof when he sees residents playing with /cooing over their pets, like fat nuggets and kiki.

But perhaps one day as he is speaking with dear Charlie in an overly paternal manner that is causing Lucifer to nearly snap his cane in half, there's a ruckus from the lobby and panicked shouting.

In seconds a great bounding Thing is hurtling through the area, all lolloping teeth and claws and floppy tongue.

Vaggie finds her spear knocked absently aside by a microphone staff as Alastor queries a pleasantly surprised, "...Vark?"

Surprising the rest of the hotel by not vaporising the shark dog thing when it actively jumps up to knock them both over.

"VARK! What are you doing here? Yes it's quite swell to see you too, what have you been fed? You seem a tad slim. No matter, I think I can find a lovely fresh femur for you in my kitchen, hmm, would you like that? I do believe you would."

"Uh so, how d'you know Vox's pet, Smiles?" Angel asked, knowing the creature from the rare times it would gallivant about Vee tower trying to find vox, velvette or valentino for attention and treats.

That snaps Alastor back into the reality of being on the floor covered in shark spit, thanks to excited licking, and he gently moves the shupppy off him (all 7ft) to stand. Pointedly ignoring the giant shiny eyes charlie is making at the rare affectionate scene.

"Simply from association with that insipid little picture box a few decades before, when Vark was an infant and no larger than your porcine companion… ah, Rotund Chicken Pieces, was it not?" Alastor deflects.

He shoots a warning glare at Husk when the latter snorts in response. Which is ignored.

"Sure, if that's what you wanna call it..."

Sensing gossip, Angel slides back to the bar, fat nuggets swinging wildly like a ferret in a secondary set of arms. "Oh, gossip on the scandalous secrets of THE radio demon, huskie? Do tell."

Before anyone can, the front doors burst open as a frantic swarm of sauce drenched voxtech employees arrive, all low-performers made into tasty little enticements for the missing pet.

Followed by the overlord himself, on a three way call with vel, val and their own swarm of worker treats. Clearly all searching with different levels of desperation and arguing back and forth.

"...-ell maybe you need to check you locked the fucking door BEFORE the orgy, val, its common fucking sense!"

"As if either of you were paying enough attention to do it, it's not my fault Voxxy. Tell him Vel-Vel!"

"You boomers are exhausting but if you can can it for a sec, i've got some sinstagram posts showing he was headed to the hotel your old boytoy is running. Nothing new past that, probs cause'a the scrambling thing the fucker does."

"Why, Podcast and accomplices, to what do we owe this displeasure?" Alastor drawls, all false cheer and dripping poisoned hospitality. As if he wasn't holding a gigantic shark dog thing in his arms like it was nothing, and pointedly flicking his ears out of reach of an enthusiastic slobbery tongue.

"VARK!" The television headed overlord shouts in a mixture of joy, relief, frustration and that strange rage all parents and pet owners feel when finding a lostling safe and mostly sound. "Where have you BEEN?! Do you know how worried daddy was?"

The employees all made it very clear they had heard nothing of such a soppy statement by looking studiously at different floor tiles, ceiling fixtures and the wallpaper.

Through the split screen, Vel and Val were also smooshing themselves close to the screen and using their own endearments and admonishments at the shuppy. Amusing, but grating on the ears.

Lucifer, having met and wildly exceeded his quota for social engagement for the day and off the wall shenanigans, finds his eye twitching. "Can someone explain what is happening here and why it's happening in my daughter's hotel of all places?!"

He gets a dirty look from the radio prick, but who cares.

Before Vox can say anything, muting the other two; Alastor speaks.

"I believe it is clear, your majesty, that dear Vark was not having his needs met and so came to find someone who could provide that care. And is not the hotel all about second chances?" Levels the overlord, allowing Niffty to sit on his shoulder to pet the shuppy while giggling maniacally.

"HEY!" Came the trifold scandalised reply from the Vees.

"Or maybe someone left the door open at our tower and Vark came to find one of the few people in hell who spoils him rotten..." Vox tries to snark back and trails off as if he wasn't sure where that was going. Then a maniacal glee lights up that calculating grin, as the overlord adds, "or perhaps Vark just missed his other daddy and wanted to come visit?"

That caused an uproar.

"You two was together?!"

"That is neither here nor there, my envenomed associate, do close your mouth before a fly... ah, actually, you might enjoy that." The deflection falls flat in the face of the whole situation.

"Hah!" Comes the unexpected contribution from the King, "so all your snarky little comments about bad parenting, and here we find you abandoned your own kid!"

"Vark is only a shark dog demon, not a child." He drawls back. Pointedly ignoring the huge sad eyes vark was using at him, but scritching carefully by the shuppys gills all the same, enjoying the delighted rumble it elicited.

Vox and the vees gasped like he'd torn their hearts out and ate them in front of their eyes. A twisted mess of indignant statements about how vark was not JUST a shark dog, he was amazing and perfect and Alastor was a bad father to say such things when they might impact the shuppy's emotional development...

"Okay, this is very weird and as nice as it is to have three overlords visiting our lovely hotel, I-... have no idea how to handle this." Charlie says diplomatically, exhausted from the whole thing and also staying up two days in a row to work on plans for activities and counselling programs for residents. Which was what a combination of Vaggie, Alastor and Lucifer had been addressing prior to the Vark incident.

That seemed to snap everyone back into reality, and Vox cleared his throat, brushing off his suit and ordering semi sticky employees outside. Niffty already cleaning up their soppy footprints with an almost hysterical glee.

"Apologies Princess, I am afraid you caught my team at an inopportune time..." Vox bluffed, straightening his coat. "Nevermind. If you could just get your hotelier to relinquish our, and by that i mean the vees, shuppy Vark that'd be great "

"...no."

"What do you mean NO?! That's our, again the vees, shuppy!"

"In all technicality he is also mine, but really Vox... he's quite thin, are you not giving him enough livers? His skin isn't very shiny..."

"We cant all just go get sinner meat for him all the time, Al..." Vox sighs, then remembers where he is. "Hah, i mean, you ancient airwave loving fucker. He’s fine, but in the spirit of collaboration… we'll take that suggestion under advisement."

Velvette was visibly scrolling through some sort of online store and adding gorey content (of which livers featured prominently) to the cart. Val was looking through a site that seemed an odd mix of sexual items as well as animal toys. No one thought too hard about the implications of that...

Sighing and acting casually bored with the whole affair to the outside observer, Alastor demurred slightly by putting Vark down. "I suppose that I shall allow him to return with you for now, with a few items to tide Vark over..."

Niffty blurred as she went to grab sinner bones and organs from the fridge in his room. "...but I will be watching. You may leave him here once a month for a few days so I can ascertain he is well, you know he enjoys swimming in the bayou and eating the alligators."

There's a short pause, before Vox buffers through the conversation to the underlying meaning. "Uh, yeah... I'll have someone draft something up. Y’know you can always come see him at the tower..."

"Not necessary at this time, Podcast. Do you agree to my terms?"

There's a moment where the three overlords have a technological discussion, before Vox replies, "Deal."

Taking the outstretched hand. A blast of green and blue energy, with faint traces of intermingled pink and purple, raced outwards.

"Very well then. Niffty darling, would you be so good as to assist the picture box in returning to his vehicle and ensuring he remembers the bag of treats for Vark?"

"Okay sir!" She salutes excitedly, skittering off and dragging at Voxs pant leg.

"Now Vark, you do need to go with..." there was a deep pause as if the next word was painful, as it came out in somewhat revolted static. "...Daddy... but I will see you again shortly. And, I believe I promised you a nice sinner femur, did I not?"

His shadow manifested the gristly item and provided it to Vark, who lost his little mind in excitement. Growl yapping and thundering about before coming back for a final pet, then galloping outside chewing happily.

"Okay, I'll bite... what the fuck just happened?" Angel asked. "I feel like i just watched a hell version of two divorcees making a custody arrangement for their kid "

"Probably ‘cause ya did..." Husk muttered, and the spider spat out his cosmopolitan.

"What?!"

Charlie is trying to offer comfort to Alastor but isn't sure what to even say because the last few minutes had been pretty strange even by the hotel's standards.

"So... that happened. Are you okay? Seeing an ex is always kinda weird... and with your sorta kid too? Should we, uh, maybe call Rosie?"

That snapped him out of things and the enigmatic radio host was back. "Nonsense my dear, everything is fine. And dear Rosie has heard all she cares to stand about that capitalistic shill over the past few decades I would hazard. But perhaps I can arrange for her to visit when Vark is next here, she does adore the little thing. Always has a fresh heart or two to slide him under the table..."

"Hey, don’t ignore me, Smiles! Are you tellin me you was like hell married to fuckin VOX?! Is that why he has the bodypillow of y-...uh, forget I said that."

"Why, that is not quite an accurate statement, my pastel pal... I never inferred it was only to Vox now, did I? And-..." a pause as the previous query registers, and his overlord form bleeds through in dial eyes and antlers. "He has a WHAT?!"

His incredulity and discomfort at the idea is undercut by the howling laughter of the king of hell, who is near crying from mirth.

Angel is grinning up at him. "You heard me, Smiles. It's on his bed, and he sometimes shares it with the other vees on occasion if ya know what i mean... I thought it was hate stuff, but now I know it’s sad ex drama it’s kinda funny. Does explain that one real weird video Val got me to do with it a few years back that never aired..."

The overlord form snapped away in an instant. " ...I'd ask for elaboration, dear fellow, but i fear that it may lead to a rampage. Let us agree to put it from our minds and never speak of it again, deal?"

"Deal."

A very small flare of green and pink between the clasped pinkie fingers, all Angel was willing to extend, and grinning at the lack of amusement from the other, and both parties immediately moved back to what they were doing before everything went down.

"Now, I believe a certain princess needs to go and take a well-earned nap before she collapses from exhaustion, hmm?"

Lucifer immediately joins in with Vaggie in attempting to coerce their beloved Charlie to nap before she falls over. However he does shoot the smug fake smiling radio parental usurper a very pointed glare that said he hadn't forgotten the little drama that just occurred... and felt a thrill of satisfaction as the other's grin dimmed slightly.

At the bar, Husk slips another drink to Angel and a glass of cordial to Niffty (she was a menace when drunk and had access to weapons).

"Hey didja know about all... that?"

A noncommittal hum.

"Do ya think... do ya think Smiles'd let me be like a distant uncle to that shuppy? He was fuckin adorable and i just wanted to squish his murderous little face. Always wanted to pet him the few times i saw him at work, but... i was usually busy."

Husk can't help the laugh that rumbles out. "Legs, whether the guy likes to admit it or not he loves that sharkdog like he does Niffty, you're gonna have Vark shoved in your face so often you'll be sick of him after a bit. Heck, when that lot broke up I think he was honestly more upset about losing Vark..."

Angel felt Fat Nugget wriggle about in his arms and scritched the demon pigs ears, eliciting a delighted grumbling squeal.

"Heh, I get it. Things're gonna be interesting around here then, hmm, sourpuss?"

"When are they ever not, Legs?"

#hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #vark #velvette #valentino #charlie #lucifer #angel dust #husk #niffty #vaggie

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dronebiscuitbat · 9 months ago

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Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 88)

Tera was with V and Lizzy, both of which were hanging around in V's apartment, in much, much closer proximity then they ever would be in public. With Lizzy's head laying on V's lap, and V's fingers carding through her long blonde hair, absent of any helmet or bow.

Tera was sitting on her chest, Lizzy playing with her in a gentle kind of way, lifting her hands up and playing with them as if she was a little doll, Tera was mostly fine with this, but she was quickly growing bored of it, wanting instead the gently swaying, glowing object that was the end of V's tail.

“Vee!” She called, lifting her arms up in the dissasembly drones direction, glasses perched in front of her visor as she was trying to watch whatever was on the T.V.

“What is it cub?” She hummed, and she couldn't help the small smile that was creeping up on her face, she had to admit, N and Uzi's little gremlin was cute as hell.

“Play!” Tera replied happily, smiling and showing off her many, sharp little teeth. Lizzy laughed lightly. “Oh am I not good enough for you? Am I boring?”

“Probably, you're treating her like she's going to break into tiny peices babe.” V replied, picking up the toddler into her own hands and grinning as her eyes followed her swaying tail.

“It's not my kid! You know Doorman would throw a fit if her kid got hurt while we were supposed to be watching her.” Lizzy defended, sitting up off her frei- okay yeah; girlfriends lap so she could get up.

“She's not going to get hurt. Watch.” V placed her on the carpeted floor of her living room, sitting down in front of her with her legs crossed. Tera's eyes lit up, and she attempted to stand;

V's and Lizzy’s eyes both grew hollow for a moment as she balanced on both legs, wobbly and unpracticed, she took a step forward and-

Tumbled over, close, but not quite.

“Do you know how pissed they'd be if Tera took her first steps in front of us and not them.” Lizzy laughed, crouched down next to V as Tera made her way towards them, this time crawling.

“Oh my god Uzi would blow a gasket! I almost hope she does, that would be hilarious!” V replied, smiling and laughing as well, until she felt Tera's tiny hands grab her, and she looked down.

She looked fierce- or as fierce as a toddler could get. Snapping her fangs and shoving on V's peg-like leg.

“What is she…?” Lizzy asked, clearly confused.

“She's trying to wrestle with me…” V suddenly realized, obviously, this wouldn't work, Tera was so small she couldn't even budge V's leg, but the attempt was adorable in it's own way, and V's tail began to wag.

Maybe when she was older, and bigger, they could genuinely play fight without V pretending, but for now… she was about to lose some dignity.

She let the little toddler move her leg some, and Tera grinned wildly, climbing up on V's lap and then trying to climb up the rest of her to reach her prize, the shiny, glowy, unbabyproofed tail.

Of course, neither V nor Lizzy were thinking about that yet. Instead, V was pretending to get beaten up by a toddler and Lizzy was watching fondly, giggling.

“Look at her! She's going to be a little tomboy isn't she?”

By the way Tera was mixing both growling and purring, smiling wide as V sprawled out in fake pain, the answer was yes. V began to laugh at the toddlers antics, it was fond, and soft, and Lizzy couldn't help but blush.

“You're being a great aunt V~” She cooed, and V went stiff, blushing a vibrant yellow as she looked back at the worker drone she was so fond of.

“Shut up. No I'm not.” She protests, sitting up, letting Tera tumble off her back with a peel of laughter, she was completely unharmed, even after she hit the floor with a thump.

“Oh come on girl. Don't lie! It's good to see you care about something other then murder.” Lizzy laughed, watching as Tera pounced after V's tail every time it hit the ground, like a lion cub playing with an older member of the pride.

“I care about you.” V mumbled. But Lizzy only allowed herself to blush at that for a moment before moving on.

“And you care about her. V, you're purring!”

V froze, listening to herself. Sure enough, she was. She rarely purred, and yet playing with this little toddler was bringing it out quite naturally, the only other times she purred, it was with Lizzy.

Dammit, she hadn't meant to get so attached to a kid that wasn't even hers, a kid that her initial reaction to was… not great, at best. But either due to her instincts, or the fact that Tera was just so dang cute, or both. She had.

She would throw herself at anything for this kid. Without question or hesitation.

“Fine! You're right! Are you happy? She's my niece! Agh-!” Tera claimed her prize, tiny fangs snapping onto golden nanite canister. V yelped in pain, N wasn't the only one with a sensitive tail.

“Oooh… you alright babe?” Lizzy asked gently, and V's head snapped back in anger, because… ow. Before it softened at the proud look on Tera's face, and sighed.

“Yeah, you got me.” She said softly, bringing her tail up into her lap, so that Tera would fall gently into it, giggling.

“You're my little hunter huh? Aren't you?” V cooed, lifting up her niece near her face; where Tera placed both her little hands on her visor, smiling.

“Vee! Rawr!” Tera laughed, and V felt her core melt into nothing but goo. Leaning back to stare at the ceiling with Tera now hugging the fur on her jacket.

I don't want kids. I don't want kids. I don't want kids.

“Are you okay? Did she break you?” Lizzy asked, her face coming in upside down from V's perspective.

“I'm an aunt. Lizzy… I'm a fucking aunt.”

Lizzy laughed, reaching down to grab both sides of her face.

“And are good with kids. Suffer with that knowledge, killer.”

V groaned, covering her face. Feeling Tera start purring as she laid there, content to stay with her auntie…

Next ->

#murder drones #uzi doorman #oil is thicker then blood #serial designation n #nuzi #biscuitbites #tera doorman #serial designation v #murder drones lizzy #it's finally time for V to accept her role in Tera's life #her influence definitely won't affect her personality in the future...

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syoish-aot · 1 year ago

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"I Found You (too)" - EREN/READER - REINCARNATION AU (chapter 1)

sequel to "I Found You" (which you're going to want to read first or you'll be very confused)

Eren/Reader

post canon, reincarnation AU

memory loss

word count: 1650

CH 2 ->

“Is this heaven…”

Eren’s eyes widen as the words come spilling out of your mouth:

“...Mr. Kruger?”

Everything felt like a dream…

Which you found odd considering how when you normally woke up everything was a nightmare.

But not this time… this time it was a dream. A wonderful, peaceful, happy dream.

And because of that, you were going to enjoy every moment of it.

“What’s that?” You excitedly asked Mr. Kruger as you pointed to the strange object at the further end of the room. It looked like a picture frame but it was glowing like a light!

“It’s the TV.” Mr. Kruger said.

“Tee… vee…” You repeated slowly before you gasped. “It’s amazing…”

“Um... yeah it’s- it’s pretty cool.”

“And what’s that!” You excitedly asked again.

“A microwave.” Mr. Kruger told you.

“That!?”

“The fridge.”

You continued to dart around the apartment pointing at all the new sights around you and asking for explanations of what they were. It was amazing! Everything was amazing!! It was all so shiny and clean, the complete opposite of the grimy life that you were used to.

As you buzzed around the apartment, Eren’s eyes followed you.

He knew how you felt right now. Exactly how you felt, actually; because he’d experienced the same thing just that morning. He’d also woke up, completely confused about where and when he was, until his memories of his past life and his current life meshed together and everything (for the most part) made sense again.

That was supposed to be the end of the confusion. He was supposed to remember and then he could move on and enjoy his second life, just like his friends had.

And yet…

“So what is this place?” You asked, finally coming to a stop in front of him. You placed your hands behind your back, smiling up at him with your eyes wide and practically sparkling with excitement.

It made his heart hammer against his chest.

“Well uh- it’s-... it’s where you live.” He awkwardly told you.

“I live here!!”

“Uh- yeah…” Eren cleared his throat. “And… I- I do too.”

Your eyes widened. “You do too?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Well uh-” Eren looked away from you and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure how much was safe to say. He knew how confusing it would be if he threw too much information at you at once and he had a feeling that confusion would do more harm than good. His friends had taken things slowly with him, so he figured he should do the same with you. After all, he now knew firsthand that it just took a little bit of time for the memories of this life to mesh with the memories of the past. All he had to do was wait it out. Right?

“Is it the same here?” You suddenly asked him.

“Is… Is what the same?”

“Do I take care of you here too?” You asked softly, causing a rush of heat to run up Eren’s spine.

“Y-Yeah...” He stuttered before he could think of anything else to say.

To be fair, it wasn’t a complete lie. You were his girlfriend so you did take care of him sometimes. You made dinner when he worked late. Cleaned the apartment on your days off. Got on his ass about not matching his socks on laundry day.

But he took care of you too. He mopped after you swept. Made sure the dishwasher ran when it was full. Watered the (overpriced and half-dead) plants you kept insisting on buying from the supermarket anytime you got groceries.

It was a partnership. And it had been for the last six years.

“Hm…” You hum softly in reply as you continue to smile up at him and a glimmer of something- something familiar- flickers in your eyes. “It feels the same.” You tell him.

Eren isn’t sure what you meant by that, but he’s a little too intimidated to ask.

Especially when your eyes flick left, then right, then left again as you look between his own. You’re smiling, still smiling so softly as the expression on your face becomes so familiar but still so new.

He’s seen the look before.

Not here, but before.

In another time. In another life. Under different circumstances that made being close to you like this impossible.

“It’s probably time for bed, isn’t it?” You asked him as you pulled away. “Do you need me to help you change?”

Eren’s heart leapt into his throat again. “N-No!” His cheeks flushed crimson. “I can um- I can do that myself.”

You laughed and it made his heart flutter.

Just like it always did and just like it always had- even in that brightly lit hospital room in Liberio…

Hot.

It was always so hot in the middle of summer.

The heat made you feel sluggish, especially in combination with the thick humidity in the air that was likely indicative of an upcoming storm.

It wasn’t just the heat though, there was something else in the air, the anxiety of… of… of impending doom, an undeniable end, the constant fear that something could happen in a moment’s notice that it would completely shatter everyone’s life into pieces.

You were used to that though. It was just a part of war.

So the heat.

That’s what was really bothering you.

You sighed as you leaned against the window sill, looking out across the courtyard two stories below.

A doctor in a white hospital coat was ushering a patient inside. The old man sobbed and hollered about- honestly, you have no idea. There was no point in paying enough attention to find out. Two patients sat at a bench in hushed conversation. A delivery boy rushed through the gates with a stack of papers in his hands, the white armband he wore immediately caught your eye as it contrasted against his dark clothing.

You brought your teacup to your lips and sipped your tea as your mind slipped off to somewhere else.

Somewhere nice.

“I hear we’re getting a new shipment today.” Your coworker Myra says, completely snapping you from your daydream as she steps up to you and leans against the other end of the window. Just like you, she stares down at the courtyard below. She snickers as she watches the doctor escorting the old man below. The doctor struggles to lift the man to his feet.

“Shipment of what?” You ask wistfully, only half paying attention to her as the rest of your mind is still swept up somewhere else.

Somewhere nice.

“Eldian devils, of course.” Your coworker sighs, the amusement now gone from her tone and replaced with boredom. “They’re coming in from Fort Slava. Probably going to be all fucked up because of it.”

“We won the war,” you point out, still only half paying attention to the conversation, “you should probably be celebrating.”

“I am celebrating.” She says as she turns away from the view and presses her back against the windowsill so she can stare into the break room instead of the courtyard. “Unfortunately, the celebration comes hand in hand with how much damn work it’s going to create for all of us.”

You sigh and give up on your daydreams. You’ll go back to them later.

“Soldiers are coming home.” You say as you look over at her. “That’s a good thing.”

Myra scoffs. “Eldian soldiers,” she emphasizes. “It’d be easier on all of us if they just died out there. Fucking devils… what a pain.”

You don't get what her deal is.

If she doesn’t want to work with Eldians, maybe she shouldn’t have taken a nursing job at an internment zone hospital.

But you don’t say that to her, there’s no point in making enemies with the one coworker that you (sort of) consider a friend.

“Oh look,” she says just in time for a large truck to pull up to the front of the hospital. A Marleyan escort drops the tailgate and a line of soldiers begin climbing from the back of the truck.

Soldiers with bandages across their chests. Limbs. Heads.

Soldiers with missing legs. Arms. Eyes.

Soldiers that stagger forward in a line, passing through the gates of the hospital with their heads turned down, barely paying attention to the world around them and focusing more on putting one foot in front of the other (if they even have two feet to focus on, that is).

Eldian soldiers.

Straight from Fort Slava.

“Hey, you!” The Marleyan soldier escorting them calls, slamming his gun against the side of the truck.

One last Eldian pulls himself out, walking on a single leg as the rest of his body is supported with an old crutch.

He has a bandage around his head, concealing a (likely missing) eye, with long brown hair that’s in desperate need of a trim.

You assume he wears the same expression as all of the other traumatized soldiers do when they show up at your hospital. The same bags under their eyes, frown lines etched against their face, and depressed lost look of desperation. The desperation for what? You aren’t sure. Escape. Death. Freedom. It doesn’t matter what it is, because it’s always the same.

You’ve worked at that hospital for years and it’s always been the same.

And yet when this soldier, this Eldian soldier, crosses the courtyard below you, he’s shoved by the Marleyan that’s escorting him. He stumbles. He looks up.

That’s when you see it.

You see the look on his face.

And you see his eyes.

A stunning composition that reminds you of the night sky on a full moon- swirling blues and greens beautifully illuminated with flecks of golden stars.

Your fingers tighten against your teacup, pressing its warmth firmly against your palms.

Hot.

It was always so hot… in the middle of summer.

#aot x reader #eren yaeger x reader #eren x reader #my writing #i found you too #me: it's going to take a while for me to start the sequel #me (like a week later): so here's the sequel #what can I say I crave validation

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 2 years ago

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“(Don’t) Hurry Down The Chimney Tonight” - Dean x Reader

Rating Explicit

Dean x Reader

Tags: Christmas (Holiday) Smut, Red Ribbons, Candy Canes, Peppermint Sensations, Sleigh Bells, Sexy Santa References, Dean is Tied Up, Edging, Oral Sex, 69, Vaginal Sex, Reader is a Naughty Little Vixen, Dean deserves a proper (sexy) Christmas.

Word Count: 2700

Summary: Dean saved Reader from the supernatural on Christmas Eve years ago. Every Christmas since, she has always found a way to show her unending appreciation.

Notes: This smutty little fic is a holiday gift for @jessjad for the 2023 SPNFanFicPond Secret Santa Fic Exchange. I hope you enjoy the reader’s sexy times with Dean.

Big thanks to @sam-is-my-safeword and runawaydr3amer (AO3) for reading the first draft and helping with a great many awesome smut ideas. Additional thanks to runawaydr3amer, who also beta’d this fic and packaged it up nice and shiny.

Merry holidays!

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo, and this part will fill my "Edging" square.

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Song Reference: Santa Baby by Joan Javits and Philip Springer (listen/watch this version sung by Eartha Kitt)

Dean sinks those pearly whites into the flesh of his bottom lip. His top lip pulls up and back into a painful sneer. The usual rosy, pillowy fullness of that mouth is instead taut, whitening under the capture. You laser focus onto the pointy canine denting into the mouth you have debated sitting on since you began this teasing challenge.

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You finish fashioning a sweet little bow with the ribbon. It’s ruby red and velvety soft.

“Well, I think that’s about the prettiest package I ever did wrap.”

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“What do you think, Mr. Claus?” you ask, your voice as innocent and demure as you can manage.

Dean opens his mouth and expels a slow gasp. jingle “Fuck, sweetheart. You aren’t playin’ fair.”

“That’s the whole point.”

You rise from the edge of the bed and take in the entire scene. It’s magnificent.

He’s magnificent.

Dean is lying atop the forest green comforter of your bed. Naked. Well, not totally naked. A red ribbon - adorned with one single sleigh bell - binds his wrists together and anchors him to the headboard. His arms, jutting out and bent to create a diamond-shaped frame around his face, give you a prime ticket to the gun show. Biceps flex and tendons raise under the skin as he tries to remain as motionless as possible.

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You aren’t a complete heathen. He’s got a fluffy pillow, the same deep green color as the comforter, to rest his head atop. Dean is anything but sleepy. He’s wound up. He stares back at you, the green of his irises electric and flaming with intensity.

You anticipate how sublime it will feel to strum the cords of his neck. Tickle your fingertips down that chest. You imagine Dean ring-a-ding-dinging and cursing himself if you take the time to trace the outline of his tattoo. Circle those perky nipples. Dip into his belly button and follow his treasure trail of baby-fine hair.

You marvel again at the other ribbon that you tied. You’d purchased a couple yards of red velvet at the craft store weeks ago with this in mind. With him in mind. You were ecstatic it had been enough to criss-cross around the crease below that fine ass. It wraps over a slight vee along his waist. The makeshift holiday jockstrap has Dean’s beautiful, now fully erect, cock sporting a bow.

Dean sighs. “Are you done decking my balls?” jingle

You giggle and fiddle with the belt of your robe. It’s red as well, but made of silk. “As we discussed, the end result of all of this is all up to you. Santa.” You flip a switch to turn off the ceiling light. The sconces stay on above the headboard. Two halos figure eight over Dean’s beautiful body, awash in a warm amber glow.

He’s a full print ad of holiday cheer and sinful debauchery.

“You’re being very naughty, (jingle) Mrs. Claus.” Dean licks his top lip—your core clenches at the deep timbre of his scolding.

You’ve been wet since you both finished Christmas dinner. Since you told him you had one more gift for him waiting upstairs. Since you left him in the bedroom with orders to strip while you changed in the bathroom. Since you pulled out the ribbons. Since you explained that if he was good and could keep his jingling down to a minimum through what you had planned, you’d fuck him into the New Year.

You inhale and shrug, then begrudgingly turn your back to the sight. It takes a few taps on your phone for you to get to the song. You stifle another giggle at the little jingles Dean can’t help as he waits.

Once you tap the play button, the festive and recognizable melody begins. A barbershop quartet bah-bums a bit before the sultry and smooth vocals of Eartha Kitt take the lead.

You look back over your shoulder at Dean and whisper along with Eartha.

You peel the silky robe off one shoulder then the other. Dean groans when the layer slips down to the floor. jingle

“Shit.” He moans and you grin in satisfaction at the hoped for reaction.

You turn back to face him, adding a dramatic hair flip. You're wearing a sexy little Mrs. Claus outfit. It’s a red velvet dress with a scandalously high skirt and a low-cut halter. White fur lines both the top and bottom. It’s all cinched nice and tight around your waist with a black belt and a gold buckle.

You bend at the knees and lean forward, shoulders folding in and hands resting on your thighs. It gives Dean the perfect vantage to ogle your cleavage. You purr along with the next line and modify the lyrics a smidge.

“Man, I must have been a really good boy this year.” Dean stares in awe, not even caring how much he’s jingling with his squirms atop the bed.

You let it slide for the time being, thrilled at the kid in a candy store grin plastered on his face and the way the bow sways with every twitch of his cock.

Dean tilts his head to the side. His gaze begins at your red-glitter heels and canvases every inch of skin from ankles to thighs. He pauses, stopping to stare at the hint of flesh under the skirt hem. jin-jingle jingle jin-jingle He pants out, “Mrs. Claus forgot her panties, huh?”

You lift a finger and wiggle it back and forth in the air. “Uh-uh-uh. Remember, really good boys stay still if they want their present.”

The bell jangles no matter how carefully he attempts to reposition himself. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbles and you laugh. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ll be good,” he whispers soft and sweet.

The heels tap across the hardwood as you walk over to settle beside Dean. You adjust your skirt to let the scant amount of fabric fan over your naughty bits. Being so close to him makes you forget the lyrics to sing along with Eartha.

You rest a hand on his chest. Through clenched teeth, Dean inhales at the touch, the rest of him frozen in place. The bell is silent. Your other hand grabs one of the candy canes you had left on the bedside table. For reasons.

Watching him fight every urge he has to reach out and touch you is fascinating. And the power you have over him gives you a head rush. You continue the tease, twirling the candy between your fingers, then laving the cane’s hook with your mouth and tongue. Dean garners some pity from you as he whines, brows downturned, eyes attentive to your every swirl and suck. You swing the cane close to his mouth. “Wanna taste?”

He swallows. “Wanna taste you,” he states, the hint of hope escaping around the edges of a soft moan.

The thrill of his need quickens your pulse. No other man has loved and adored you as thoroughly and exuberantly as Dean Winchester. You nod. “You will. But, first,” you rub the wet-slick candy cane over his bottom lip, “show me what that mouth wants to do.”

“You know what this mouth can do,” he reminds with a little sass, letting the candy cane tap against his bottom teeth.

But soon enough, he indulges you. He slips the hook between his lips. His tongue slides out under the curve of peppermint, lapping at the sticky sweet. Again and again. Your breath hitches into your open mouth as you watch, enthralled at the ministrations of that thick and powerful muscle. He sucks the confection in a little farther, pursing his lips. The sounds he’s making, enjoying the treat, are downright pornographic and send any extraneous bell ringing to the back of your hearing queue. The red food coloring coats them like lip gloss by the time you break from the spell of his show. You guess it’s been minutes since Eartha finished her rendition of ‘Santa, Baby.’ The rest of the playlist you created has soft and dreamy instrumentals.

“My turn,” you cajole. You tug on the cane. He relinquishes, but not without some resistance. A little pop escapes his mouth once the hook is freed. You marvel at the progress he made. The hook end is substantially shorter and thinner than when he began.

He sniffs and tilts his chin up in pride. jingle “Your turn with that, or my turn with you?”

The cane slips back into your mouth, your fingers sticky from all the handling. You stand, kick off your heels, and climb back onto the bed on your knees. You grin as you suck on the candy.

His eyes soften. “Be careful, baby. Don’t want you to choke. Well, at least not on that.” He smirks.

He’s right. Safety first. You toss the candy onto the bedside table.

“You are so (jingle) fucking hot in that (jingle) outfit.” He grins and waggles eyebrows in anticipation. “Gonna let me down your chimney, Mrs. Claus?” jingle jingle jingle

The actions in the next few seconds are a blur. You wonder if Dean has some sort of Jedi mind control ability. Because even though you are supposed to be the one making decisions this evening, his seductively god-awful puns find you sitting on his face, reverse cowgirl.

“You might get the golden ticket to all my secret places if you’re lucky.” Your fingers tip-toe down his chest like a grinch about to steal someone else’s presents.

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“Fuckin’ hell,” Dean murmurs under your skirt. Hot breath bathes your inner thighs and other areas you hope will soon be explored.

Your hands rest in the little divots created by his pelvic bones while you take his body in and plan your method of attack. You pull on the ribbon and release his cock of the bow. Then, you’re deep throating him like he’s your last meal.

Not one to be outdone at an all-you-can-eat buffet, Dean’s entire face gets in on the feast as well. Nerves respond to the tingling sensation of the residual peppermint on Dean’s lips and tongue. You shiver at the gloriously heightened sensitivity when he pulls back to blow on your pussy. “This is so much better than milk and cookies.” He moans and groans and jingles all the way.

As much as you’re loving the taste of his precome, the velvet texture against your tongue, and the way the tip triggers a tiny gag reflex at the base of your throat, it’s time to remind him of the consequences of all that noise he’s making. You release the hard length from your mouth and try to concentrate on your own breathing during the absolute virtuoso way he’s eating you out. As much as you’d love his fingers to get in on the action, you know you’d have no control over the situation. You sigh in relief that he’s trying to adhere to some parts of the game. The pitiful, half-hearted ribbon shackling of his hands to the headboard is no match for Dean Winchester.

You steady yourself on wobbly knees and one shaky elbow. A firm grip around the base of his cock makes Dean gasp. He stills after that. In your mind’s eye, you picture the beauty of that mouth and how his luscious pink lips were slick with peppermint. You imagine how slick they are with you now. “Sorry, baby,” he murmurs and you feel him settle back onto the pillow. “I’ll be as quiet as I can. Can you blame me, though? Here I am, under your sweet little skirt, in the dark (jingle)... shit, sorry. But, you can’t drop a five-course meal in front of a starving (jingle) man and not expect him to wanna little taste.”

You squeeze his cock. “That’s part of the challenge.”

“I’m always up for a challenge. You always make me feel so good.”

You groan at the praise he bestows. Without releasing your hold, you shimmy off his chest. Channeling the prim and delicate sensibilities of Mrs. Claus, you crawl along the comforter and settle between nutcracker bow legs. With knees tucked under you and sat atop bare feet you accept him in your mouth again and get to work.

You take in the sight of Dean inventorying your every action. He’s gripping the top of the headboard with both hands to steady his upper body. You clock that the little stinker has also managed to palm the sleigh ball in an effort to silence or, at the very least, muffle it. You consider that move cheating. But he feels so sublime that you can’t bear to part with him to voice your irritation. He’s also whispering the sweetest filth to you while he watches.

“Damn. Yeah. Those lips of yours feel so good around my cock. You take it so good, baby. Wish I could fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, but I’d definitely jingle-jangle way too much.” A tongue swipe over his top lip accentuates the glossy look of his ruby-tinted mouth in the warm light. “You really are too good to me. You give the best Christmas presents.” He stiffens further with each downstroke. “Aw, yeah. Suck it.” Your rhythm increases. “So pretty. Wanna touch you so bad.” He gasps. “Fuck, I’m gettin’ close.” jingle jingle

You clamp around the base again and squeeze, freeze mid-swallow - your lips around the tip - as soon as he rings.

Dean squirms and grumbles.

You continue to bring him to the edge of orgasm, then halt. Your jaw is aching along with the rest of your body as time passes.

You’ve fucked Dean up in the best way possible. He’s blissed out, wound up tighter than a spring. You’ve got him begging. But his words grow into admonishments with each successive denial. “You can’t keep doing this, baby. There’s gonna be consequences. Santa’s gonna for real put you on his naughty list. Nothing but coal in your stocking,” he huffs.

You give your mouth a reprieve and stroke him. “Is that all that happens to naughty girls?”

He gnaws at his bottom lip before offering, “You really wanna find out?”

You nod.

The ribbon binding Dean to the headboard shreds with one mighty tug. He pitches the sleigh bell in the air. It jingles as it pinballs around the room.

You gasp as he cinches those hands under your armpits and drags you up his body. He crushes his lips into yours, tastes you with his tongue. The mixture of your arousal and a hint of peppermint melts you in his arms. Then, a sudden and swift rollover pins you beneath him.

He hovers, tosses your skirt up to your chest, and wedges between your legs. His hard, heavy cock slips into your folds and glides through your wetness. “I could drag this out. Or.” It’s his turn to tease. He notches snug against your entrance. You’re surprised your muscles haven’t pulled him into you of their own accord the way your entire body spasms with need. He whispers in your ear, “Let me be your Santa, baby.”

You gasp, “And hurry down the chimney tonight.”

He groans in victory and slides in, balls deep. He thrusts. One massive hand gathers your wrists together on the pillow above your head to anchor you in place. Fingers of his other hand grip the top of the headboard. Every sway in and out of you gets more frenetic. You’re screaming his name and he’s cursing yours.

“Good girls do what they’re told,” he states, out of breath, face reddening. His gaze locks with yours. He slows down. Releases your hands. Finds your clit amid the white fur and red velvet. Strums. Angles and hits your sweet spot deep within you with a harsh abandon. “Come.”

Minutes later, after you’ve both orgasmed, you’re curled into his chest. “That was…” you manage between heavy exhales.

“Yeah, that was awesome.” He kisses your forehead. “Every year, since I saved you from that ghost on Christmas Eve, you find a way to outdo yourself with the holiday cheer.”

“Well, you deserve it. I’m glad you can get away for a little while and get a special treat.”

He sighs. “You know, you don’t have to feel obligated to…”

You rest a finger atop his lips. “How I see it. Guy saves your life one time, you owe him the rest of yours.”

He smiles and pulls you in. “How about we just focus on tonight, yeah?”

You nod. “Merry Christmas, Dean.”

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

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