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Can I get a Spike x raeder

The reader was kind with Spike and all but he didn't need a kid adult like in his team so he was always treating them like..idk "whatever" "ok." "Just leave me alone" and so on

But one day the reader gets in the way of a criminal taking the bullet for Spike and they say "thanks goodness you're ok" while bleeding out and Spike regrets it,he doesn't want them to go away,so he apologizes,saying that he needed them taht he would stop teasing them or treating them bad

They get together in the end :)

U can add as much angst as u want

A/n: Thank you thank you so much for the fun request! I feel awful for not being able to finish it for a while; getting caught up in personal matters. I appreciate the support and truly hope it was worth the wait. Have a lovely day; as well as all others reading. <3

Warning(s): Swearing; brief mentions of blood/canon-typical violence; light angst.

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. 

It’s a dreadful thought lingering in the back of Spike Spiegel’s mind. Instead of pulling him away from them, fully in the present where he should be, a ricocheting gunshot nearly grazing across his shoulder only hammers the point home. 

It seems that’s the route most bounties have gone down as of late. Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t even pretend to be surprised anymore. And usually, high-stakes entice him. But tonight was supposed to- no, it had to be different for safety’s sake. That much so was made very apparent.

What was originally meant to be a sneaky, difficult yet rewarding job, has mutated into a public gunfight taking place within a famously high-class bar. Having tracked the bounty to this location, things quickly went array upon the realization that most of the security in the building is in the palm of their hand. The bounty himself has presumably slipped away in the commotion, letting others take care of the dirty work for him.

The messiness of the situation has forced Spike and you both into a corner, desperately having to duck for cover. If it weren’t so tense- bullets flying in the air seemingly at every turn -Spike would almost laugh. It’s delightful (if not, a tad bit macabre) to see the place be wrecked to hell in a contextless vaccum. A handful of bodies are scattered across marble flooring along with broken tables and seats. By now, most innocent bystanders are either in hiding or found a way to flee the scene. Blood pouring onto the floor from bodies or light droplets from those still standing contrast heavily with a monochrome color scheme. It’s the kind of joint Spiegel usually wouldn’t ever think to step foot in; mingling with rich types isn’t exactly his cup of tea. On the flip side, maybe the owner at least has hope of being able to repair the mess themselves (a vain hope; as both him and you will most likely have to pay for property damage regardless of the owners funds).

Finding an opening to do so, Spike whirls his body around while swiftly reloading his revolver. Sticking his head up from behind the bar, he barely has enough time to understand the positions of those firing.

Just a few yards away from him on his left, you keep yourself hidden behind a table turned onto its side. Spike ducks below the bar once more, cursing underneath his breath. Blood is trickling down your right leg, clear signs of an injury. From what, exactly, eludes him for the time being.

The dark look on your face is unwavering, however. In fact, you’ve maintained a serious exterior for almost the entire night. It’s enough to put a hindrance on Spike’s breathing, albeit briefly. Such an intense presence doesn’t suit you at all. 

You momentarily pull your attention from the action across the room, sensing someone’s eyes on you. Sure enough, you meet Spike’s gaze immediately. Nodding to one another, a beat comes and goes before the two of you move in tandem. Raising your guns, you both rise up quick enough to fire a shot or two. 

This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. 

Crouching down, Spike stares at his feet. Despite holding his head low, his eyes give the impression that he’s looking at something far away. His lips press together in a thin line, letting out a long sigh. Jet’s going to have our heads for this, he expects.

Despite your cool front, you’d been as reckless and clumsy as ever (Spike’s words not yours). He had half a mind to blame you for the shootout, but even he has to admit he knows better than that. Although you fired the first shot, he might as well have done so himself via his own thick headedness. Just as Spike predicted would happen earlier the same day, you ended up hurt. However, he’d done just about everything his older companion told him not to, and here you are suffering the consequences along with him.

...

“Isn’t the whole point of this bounty to be discreet?” Spike muses, arms crossed. His expression is soured, and shoulders stiffened in defense. Sprawled out against the Bebop’s couch, he’s sat himself opposite of Jet. Well aware of how uncomfortably upright the yellow furniture is, his vegged out form is working to drive home a point more than anything else. 

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Jet replies, voice gruff and short. 

The younger man scoffs, raising his arms and gesturing to his right wildly. “Then why the hell-...” Spike pauses, rubbing his temple, “Then why… do you think I need to bring along Y/n? Surely it’d be better if I-”

“Because they work swiftly and are the most likely to keep you from inflicting your usual brand of collateral damage. I’d say they’ll do well to keep you from messing this up well enough.” Jet cuts him off casually. 

“What? So they’re my babysitter? You know how they are- they’ll just get in the way.”

Jet bites back, “Spike, I swear this’ll go smoothly if you just accept their help. Don’t you dare think of going off on your own. The bounty’s got connections and has reportedly been on high alert since the price on his head increased. We don’t have all the details, but there’s enough to know it could get ugly. You’ll be kicking the bucket if you don’t get your head screwed on straight.”

“We both know the chance of that happening,” Spike huffs.

“Yeah, right… less likely than you admitting to yourself the real reason you get so high-strung about Y/n.” 

The fluffy-haired man raises an eyebrow.

“It’s because you like them, but saying so must not be in vogue nowadays, so you tell yourself it’s just because they’re childish- or whatever made up reason it is this week.”

“They are childish.” 

“And you aren’t?” Jet questions, “I’d think refusing to follow a well-informed decision just to avoid who you’re going to be working with is pretty immature.” 

Silence follows, the moment thick with thought. 

Making a face, Spike abruptly kicks his leg forward and smacks his foot against the side of Jet’s cute coffee table. He doesn’t even open his eyes at the booming, metallic sound. “As if a bright green racer with a goddamn flower plastered on the side of it won’t make us stick out everywhere we go!” Spike exclaims, clearly still hung up on Jet’s previous statement or sending him an implicit warning to shut his mouth.

“I’m sorry, but how many repairs have you needed on that obnoxiously red racer of yours in the past month!?” Jet snapped, finally looking his crewmate in the eye. “Y/n and you are the best choice for this sort of job. You’re going with them; end of story. The sooner you get the bounty the sooner you can come home sulking about it.”

Not twenty minutes later, Spike found himself begrudgingly walking next to you heading towards the Bebop’s garage. You maintain a youthful spring to your step, while he practically drags his feet on the floor following you. 

“Hurry up, slow poke!” you jest, stopping in front of the garage door. Turning towards him, you tap your foot repeatedly as if you’re being forced to wait for him. 

“Maybe you should start practicing blending into the shadows for when we land,” he suggests, moving past you, “You know… being unnoticeable.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you giggle, “You’d miss out on what you like the most about me!” 

Sneering, he responds non-committedly, “Yeah… sure.”

“Oh, don’t deny it, Spiegel.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You huff, a playful edge to your tone, “C’mon… at least admit I’m more fun than Faye; that can’t possibly be difficult to voice out loud.”

“I’m not admitting shit,” he suddenly snaps, “I just want to get this done; I could really use that reward- so let’s go.”

Frowning, your gaze hesitates on his person as he turns on his heel and shuffles away. He moves with hasty steps towards his precious racer for extra measure.

Your shoulders fall, but his back is turned to you. And even if it wasn't, you are certain by now that it wouldn’t make a difference. The wall he’s built between the two of you is sturdy and unmoving, but hell if you haven’t tried your hand time and time again at tearing it down.

But unknown to you, his thoughts haven’t moved his attention away.

Select bounty missions notwithstanding, nothing ever seemed to truly wipe the smile from your face. Even then, most times you can keep a playful edge to your actions and attitude. Spike Spiegel hates that. It’s hypocritical, considering his own behavior at times, but logic is (apparently) irrelevant. Nothing ever seems to get to you either, and that’s the most frustrating. Nothing he ever says or does gets to you. From the tiniest comment to the very reasons behind Jet's latest stream of lectures- he hardly has witnessed you bat an eyelid at it all.

It’s not that he necessarily dislikes you as a whole, but something angry inside him bubbles over around you. Still fresh in the bounty hunter world, your attitude just appears… too naïve. The feeling you fill him with is foreign, and why someone ‘so simple’ can get his mind racing is beyond him. Within the dim lighting the Bebop offers, barely reaching the inside of his racer, Spike has long been so sure you’d never find common footing he doesn’t even consider it an assumption anymore. 

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Amidst his thoughts, the two of you manage to shave the number of shooters down by a considerable amount. 

Still eager to be done with the case (even if it means coming back empty handed at this rate), Spike takes the opportunity to fully rush away from behind the bar completely. Taking a dive, he shoots another individual just before tumbling to the floor. As he rolls himself over to find complete cover once more, he loudly lets out a curse after a loud gunshot fires in the air. 

“Spike!?” you squeak, whipping around to see the man on the floor cradling his foot. Both his hands are clasped around his shoe, knuckles turning ghost white from applied pressure. Your eyes widen, dropping your adopted expression. “Are you alright!?” you shout. 

“Less worry; more shooting!” he barks, wincing at a shot of pain trailing violently up his leg. 

Not needing to be told twice, you focus your efforts back on the task at hand. He hears three distinct gunshots from your side of the room. Two thuds come from the far end his back is facing, a sound he recognizes as clothed bodies hitting the floor. To Spike’s relief, deafening sounds of guns firing comes to a complete halt. 

You drop to the floor as well, buttocks making harsh contact with marble. Turning just your head this time, you meet Spike’s gaze once more. Not a second passes before the two of you share an exhausted laugh. Your tone is light and thankful, his is booming and pushing through fierceness beginning to fade. 

“As best as we can… we’re keeping this from getting back to Jet or Faye,” Spike mumbles, leaning his head back after calming himself down. 

Smiling warmly, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear and move your attention. Your eyes scan the back of the bar, squinting slightly. The walls are littered with bullet holes, and you’ve no doubt the amount of which are near impossible for one person to count alone. A shady figure lingers in a bathrooms door frame, and at least two tables in the back are snapped in half-

Wait… 

Realistically, the figure in the distance moves fast. To you, the gut reaction is so quick hindsight allows you to fool yourself into believing you had even a moment to think about your actions. To understand what exactly it was you’re doing. To process all that transpires within the next couple of seconds. 

But that isn’t really the case. You merely registered the shadowed individual’s frame, and the reflective light bouncing off the pistol in their hand. It was all you needed to act, diving to the side so quickly that ‘desperate’ wouldn’t be enough to describe the action. 

A shout erupts from behind you, frantic and unfathomably angry. More sounds of gunshots fill the air; curse words and other profanities fill any available space. You can distinctly make out Spike’s voice, and one more that’s unknown to you. It’s very deep and masculine, though, from what you can understand.

You attempt to roll your body over, but a sharp pain just below your collarbone and near your shoulder keeps you from doing so. Vision blurs at random, and you can scarcely make out your companion (roommate?) standing in front of you. When exactly did he get there? 

Your eyes flutter open and shut. 

You feel someone kneeing you in the side, and your eyes snap open to observe Spike bending down beside you. Slowly but surely, your vision stabilizes. When did he…? Is the mysterious shooter still around? You attempt to move again, but this time the pain you feel is so prominent you cry out and screw your eyelids shut. 

“Oi oi oi…” you hear Spike’s voice call. “Don’t strain yourself, dummy,” he tells you, having absolutely no bite behind his words. At least, none you could make out. Still, you're inclined to wonder if it’s still just your own shock over getting shot making you misunderstand. 

“Bounty got away…” he huffed, gently sitting you up against a fallen table. Giving you an apologetic look, he rips the side of your top open. You put up no fight, watching him wrap your bullet wound with whatever makeshift materials he’s found lying around. 

“Was that who was standing in the back?” you ask, voice kept low. 

“Yeah,” he replies, “ I thought the coward hightailed it and ran… but I guess he wanted the last laugh. Erm- tried to at least. He ended up running anyway.” 

“Him and this ‘team’ if his will probably persue us, then,” you sigh, “Now we have to hunt him down before he gets us…” Pausing, you take a minute to mull over your words. “I’m really sorry. This is all my-“

“Don’t,” he cuts you off calmly, gesturing to your injuries. “Not when you’re like this.”

Smiling despite yourself, he stops his movements at the display. Ignoring the shock on his face, you ask, “What? You worried about me?” 

Spike hesitates, physically moving his chest away from you. “Don’t be absurd,” he scoffs, speaking unconvincingly. He continues, wrapping around the wound once more before stopping himself yet again. His frown deepens, adding, “And stop smiling like that.” 

“Why?”

“Because you were just shot!” he snaps, “And nearly slipped out of consciousness!” 

“Ah…” heat rushes to your face, “So you were worried…” 

“I-… yes, fine, okay?” his head falls, giving in.

You snort, “That sounded painful.” 

“Tonight’s been stressful; you haven't been acting like yourself all night. Even on a job… it’s not like you to get so serious. What was with you?”

You shrug sheepishly, avoiding his gaze. “Thought you’d like it better that way.”

“It freaked me out, why would-“

Spike halted his words. He knew exactly why, but the night has been a long string of his own mistakes so it’s been tough keeping up. And here’s the biggest one yet, coming straight towards him holding a steel chair: How he treats you. More specifically, how he spoke to you earlier. How indifferent, borderline annoyed, he always acts. It’s true, he’s long been trying to figure out how to press your buttons. But all at once it’s clear that it does get to you. Now that it’s showing, even just a small bit, his wall between you two starts to crumble.

“Couldn’t let anything happen to you either…” you mumble when he doesn’t continue, “Jet was telling me how easily the job could be slipped up. I was a bit intimidated… and when you spoke to me earlier I guess I just accepted that it would be a little out of my league. This was my first real ‘big gig’ after all… and I couldn’t accept the idea of disappointing you.”

Nodding, he finished up the last of tending to the wound for the time being. Regardless, his hand lingers on your shoulder supportively. “I’m… sorry I’ve been hard on you. This lifestyle’s really roughened me out; guess I should be glad it hasn’t gotten to you yet,” he mutters, adding a quick, “You did good.”

The moment it slips from his mouth, he is taken aback. He means that too, but that’s the part that surprises him. Then again, you’d surprised him yourself.

A grin flashes across your face. Sweet and genuine, without a sting of pain. Spike’s heart feels heavy with just a simple glance. It’s like the first time he ever saw you, back when he was keen to notice a glowing aura you possessed. He’d describe it as a pure beauty, if he could have swallowed his pride. However, it’s the added context of knowing who you really are that keeps his attention on you this time around.

“You think I have hope of becoming a ‘real’ bounty hunter like you someday?” you ask, referencing a conversation you’ve shared once before. 

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, sweetheart,” he replies, a tiny smile appearing on his face. 

Sharing a breathily laugh, the two of you soon sit and stare at one another in silence. Outside, people are shouting and police sirens are flaring. Yet his diligent ogling isn’t hindered in the slightest. 

“What about respect…?” you test the waters, voice quiet and careful, “You think I’ve at least earned that?”

Smirking, Spike’s head slowly moves from your shoulder to the back of your head. His own leaning down crookedly in correlation, speaking now in a low whisper, “Don’t be modest… you’ve earned more than that.” 

In one swift motion, his lips press against yours in a surprisingly soft kiss. Even as people began to pile into the building, police enforcements leading the way, the two of you stayed glued to one another. A news crew even caught a glimpse of the display of affection, only adding to outside confusion. 

Breaking away from the kiss, you giggle against his lips, “We’re on TV.”

“Give ‘em a show, then, yeah?” he smirks, leaning closer and planting another kiss on your lips. 

At home, within the Bebop’s common area, Jet plops down in his favorite seat with Ein at his side. The man nearly falls out of his chair upon turning on his television.

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I feel like I need to say this, and I mean this in the kindest way possible, but guys my world is not only this tumblr account

I have a lot of other stuff I need to tend to. Another thing is that—again I am mean this in the most respectful way—I have the right to write or not write a request if I don’t like it

I am not paid for what I do, so I am not entitled nor obligated to write every single request I get

You guys had been beyond understanding all this time, and most of you have been really kind, but I have been getting some asks that have been very demanding or borderline rude

I am sorry that I am posting something like this, but I needed to say it especially since I am entering a part of my life where I will probably get even busier

Thank you so much for your kindness thus far, and I hope I can still be able to post things that you will enjoy 💕

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Ghost's good little gf who's a bundle of sunshine, always so sweet and nice to everyone even the worst assholes.

Kill them with kindness, you said to him one day when he grumbled about it.

That's his explanation when Soap asked why the hell he engraved 'kindness' to his favorite gun. That's the gun's name, he simply replied.

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ywlma summary

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Saw your latest Bunny Danny art and didn't register that it was the AU until Maddie said so, so for half a second, I just thought he was passed out under the couch like he fell asleep and phased through it without waking up. The mental image if this with his legs sticking out the bottom is funnier than it should be.

Also, the Perry the Platypus comparisons made me think that Vlad would be Doofenshmirtz. "Danny the Bunny?" BD Transforms. "Phantom the Bunny!?"

To be fair i do think regular teen boy danny would probably also sleep under a couch

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That's HIS blanket, dammit

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that damn frog i love

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Plant siblings + some stuff I wrote while drawing

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Have you seen my frog?

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He deserves his own portrait too

I loved the initial sketch as well…

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🥹💕💕💕

dating lucio hc’s

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pronouns: they/them reader, he/him lucio :3

summary: hc’s of our favorite frog :D (maybe some nsfw…)

request?: nope!

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A/N: i’m not very good at writing for him so i’ll try!

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sfw!:

• most. physical. being. ever.

• like, oh ur out on a walk? he’s holding ur hand. ur sitting on the couch and watching tv? he’s now laying right atop of you and squishing ur organs

• also is the type of lover to shout of his love from atop a roof top.

• like that picture of that cartoon dude that screams “I LOVE MY WIFE!” he’s like that

• biggest nerd when it comes to superhero’s. get him anything related to that, he’s giving you the best head of your life tn.

• surprisingly not easily jealous. he trusts you and fully believes you would never cheat! there have been times where men/women would hit on you and he would step in but never really jealously.

• loves kissing you, especially like on the back of ur neck.

• let me elaborate. like, say ur doing the dishes and he comes up behind you. wraps his arms around ur waist and just softly pecks the back of ur neck. 🤤

• skate dates!!!! also arcade dates and movie night dates

• he loves taking you skating, especially if you don’t know how. he adores teaching people about his interests (autism)

• also loves the arcade cause he likes winning you stuff. and the movies, he just loves popcorn /hj

• quality time is his #1 love language, he LOVESSSSSSS spending time with you. even if ur not doing anything together or working separately, he loves doing it in the same room.

• his #2 would be gift giving. we all know that boy is RICHHHHHHH.

• he would adore spoiling you, even if you say you don’t need it (but let’s be honest… you do.)

• praises you for everything, like not even sexually. like, you brushed your teeth after weeks? he’s giving you the fattest kiss and telling you how proud he is. you finally finished a project you’ve been working on? yippie!! he’s buying you ur fav food and giving you millions of praises

• loves dancing with you, especially if you guys try and recreate stupid moves from movies. like from dirty dancing or footloose

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nsfw!: (mb if these suck… no pun intended)

• he’s like a teenage boy going through puberty with how easily he gets turned on

• like you could just be sitting on the couch a specific way that your thighs are a bit squished and he is rock hard.

•speaking of thighs, please suffocate him. he would never admit it but he wouldn’t mind dying that way. 🤷‍♀️

• he. loves. hair pulling. not like too hard where he’s on the verge of making you bald but enough to where you groan quietly.

• LIKE UGHHHHHH 💔

• quickies. now stick with me…

• say it’s just before a show, your in his dressing room and absolutely going to town.

• he’s forcing you to stay quiet as he fucks you so hard ur eyes are watering and rolling into the back of ur head.

• then he just walks onto stage like he didn’t just rearrange ur guts.

• men, am i right ladies?

• can not be rough for the life of him…

• like he is the most gentle human being on planet earth, it’s lowkey kinda scary.

erm… that’s all! have a wonderful day :aga:

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This needs more likes

dating octavio silva hcs

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pronouns: they/them [reader], he/him octane

summary: dating THE octavio silva🙏💯 (sfw + nsfw?)

request?: nope

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A/N: okay so like imma try and write some NSFW hcs too, so i’m sorry if they’re bad….

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• let’s be honest with ourselves, bro cannot sit still for the life of him. so the once in a blue moon moment where he is still, he is the clingiest mf around…

• like when i say clingy, i mean he is fully wrapped around you. like hands gripping your shirt and everything.

• love showing you off to the other legends, to the point they despise even hearing your name come from his mouth.

• calls you either the sweetest nicknames ever or the weirdest ones, no in between

• always touchy. like mostly not even sexually, bro just likes to hold your hand 🤷‍♂️

• randomly sings. like he’ll be doing something then bust out into song (very loudly too.)

• it’s the funnest too cause it’ll be like dead silent in your house and then all of a sudden he’s loudly singing like tyler the creator or something

• also shares his headphones with you, even if you pick the music and if he doesn’t like it, he’ll still listen 😍

• sometimes he doesn’t realize he’s speaking spanish. so you’ll ask him to do something and then he’ll just reply in all spanish (it makes him 100x hotter tho.)

• had the fattest emo phase in middle school and still projects it to this day (like eyeliner, piercings, EVERYTHING.)

• but like, it was hot so you aren’t complaining 😈

• fidgets with his little butterfly knife a lot, like to the point it looks like he’s ready to stab someone

• JEALOUSY.

• he gets jealous so easily, especially if ur talking with obi or elliot. and my lord does it turn u on.

• before each game, he dedicates it to you even if he doesn’t win. you’ll always be proud, even if he is first blood <3 (which is 90% of the time…)

• either texts you with as many abbreviations as possible or sends the longest paragraph ever.

• tried to hang upside from your porch while dressed as spiderman for halloween and almost fell right on his head, but he held off long enough to get a spiderman kiss 💔

• has like… a bajillion photos of you on his phone. whether they be the stupid 0.5 photos or like the most gorgeous photo of you (or ur nudes) he always has some on deck.

• has made a playlist for you but it will never see the light of day (he’s embarrassed 😞)

• has a pair of glasses due his stim effects on his eyesight but literally never wears them besides when he’s with you

• says the dumbest pickup lines to you but they somehow always work (he impresses himself 😼)

• always gets so energetic and excited when he asks you out on a date (you’ve been dating for months.)

• (m/gn!reader) everytime ur away and he can’t see you, he calls the universe homophobic for drawing you away from him

• he can’t spell for the absolute life for him yet you can understand every text he sends, ur like his translator

• he’s like, secretly the fattest nerd in the world and geeks out of you ever buy him anything that correlates to his interests

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• would definitely wanna do something involving his butterfly knife. not like cutting you or something, instead like… teasing you… 😈

• sloppy head. and i don’t mean like sloppy toppy, BITCH I MEAN SLOPPY.

• like saliva all down his chin and on you, it’s very gross but god does it feel good.

• REFUSES TO BOTTOM. like he is certain he will never, it’s kinda sad. he isn’t masculine enough 😞

• 100% into quickies, especially before (or even during) games. but on some occasions when he’s REALLY. feeling it, he’ll take it slow and make it very sensual.

• LOVESSSSSSSS WHEN YOU RIDE HIM. LIKE YES GOD.

• his hands are glued to your hips, head tilted back with his goggles just barely handing onto his sweaty forehead with spanish curses slipping from his lips.

• andddddd it’s everywhere.

•his hands are everywhere on you and they never leave, like he’s so touchy it’s almost concerning

• absolutely loves when you return his energy, especially if he’s like hardcore degrading you and you return with the same attitude.

• he is busting on sight. not warning or anything, boom. it’s everywhere

• definitely cracks jokes in the middle of sex, just to hear ur giggle (that also makes him bust)

• anytime he wants to return a favor, he’s says he’ll give you head. which is very much true, its definitely a good trade

• BEST. AFTER. CARE. NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND ABOUT THIS

• like he is doing EVERYTHING. he can for you. you need food? he’s running to the kitchen or opening his phone to doordash. you need a drink? absolutely sprinting to the kitchen for water. a bath/shower? the waters already running with everything set out for you.

• definitely suggests showers together, promises it won’t lead to anything but we all know he’s a liar…

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that’s all i lowkey have rn 😞

maybe a pt2 with like specific scenarios or even a mirage version 😍

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some vash sketches as i figure out how i'm gonna draw him

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Heyyy I will love to ask but can you do a set of headcanons for the Player if they were to be a Toy( assuming they’re a yellow colored Mannequin type of toy )?

Like maybe how did they become one and what could they do if they’re starved? You know, something about their transformation affecting their way of living

Just asking

I ended up writing mostly about the Players backstory, will probably write a part two latter.

If you like my work, please consider commissioning me :)

Mannequin toy player

★ Unlike most of the toys, you were once an employee. Perhaps you uncovered a secret shouldn't have, or maybe you were valuable to Playtime.co and they couldn't let you go. Either way, you were cut apart and given a new body.

★ It wasn't anything special, no claws or soft fur. Just yellow casing and movable joints for you to move. You looked like a simple mannequin and gone was your voice.

★ Most of the other toys hate you. They know who you are and blame you for what was done to them. Thinking that you, as a former employee, had a role in their suffering. If you could talk, you would tell them that you didn't know.

★ You only escaped the factory because of your appearance. By wearing the right clothing, you were able to pass for a human and easily blend into a crowd. Before the hour of joy, the Player took their chance and escaped.

★ As the years passed, the memories of what happens in the factory still linger in your mind. Thoughts of what happened to the other toys, and to a lesser extent, the employees, weighed heavy. The letter was what finally drew you back.

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Definitely not me trying to find an excuse to do stop motion... :) It's very messy and it's not that good, but it was cool to do.

(She's around 2cm tall if you'd like to know... Very smol!)

(Aaaaand They're going the wrong way...)