#anyways this Scenario is fun and I love it v v v much

[a-hazbin-reader]

Can I please request a Vox x Female Childish Reader just like the meme that goes...

Random Imp: Hey! Some dude is jumping going off to the bungee swing backwards!

Vox who was currently talking to the other 2 V's: Hah, What an idiot

Female Reader: I'M GOING OFF THE BUNGEE SWING BACKWARDS!!!

Vox: Oh no...THAT'S MY IDIOT!!!

I'm up for any ask that gives Vox a headache

Vox X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None?? I think?? Cartoonish scenarios??

Description: ☝️⬆️

You are so goofy and childish and it's one of the reasons Vox actually fell in love with you

It's so refreshing to have someone who's always looking for fun things to do in Hell instead of being miserable or scared

When he first met you, he assumed you were just stupid, watching you run from a group of hungry cannibals while calling it tag

Almost considered leaving you to your fate but something about the way you squealed in excitement as they caught up to you made his heart flip

So he reluctantly saves you and you've become a thorn in his side ever since

A thorn that he's come to love and look forward to seeing every day, often wishing he could just blow off work to spend time with you

Literally does everything you want to do, even at the price of his own pride, that's how whipped Vox is for you

You wanna play the floor is lava?? He's jumping on the nearest piece of furniture and trying to knock you off your perch

You're playing hide and seek?? Fine! Vox is roping in the other V's and he's literally tearing apart everything to find your ass

How tf did you get INSIDE the couch!?!?!

He's in a meeting with the other overlords and you suddenly start a game of Duck Duck Goose, picking him as the goose???

You bet your ass Vox is chasing after you like you owe him money, the others just watching in bewilderment

You start a pillow fight?? He's going to start a pillow WAR

He wants to fucking WIN

Literally adores your childish nature but won't admit it to anyone, no matter how obvious it is

On the other hand...

You fucking stress him out sometimes, getting yourself into the strangest situations

Vox once caught you playing hopscotch with Alastor, winner gets to keep your soul

WHY DID YOU AGREE TO THAT

Relax Voxie~ I won anyways~

You get yourself into a game of musical chairs with a humongous dinosaur demon??

Vox is still having nightmares of you being squashed by that gigantic ass 😒

One of the worst things you've ever done to him is video call him while you're about to do a bungee jump

He was stuck discussing business with the other V's when you suddenly appear on his phone, immediately cheering him up

What could his cute Y/N want now~?

"Hey Voxie~! I'm about to jump off this bridge and do a flip! I want you to watch me!!"

"You're gonna WHAT!?"

Nearly short circuits right then and there, his screen glitching out from the sudden wave of stress

He zaps your way the moment he sees that you're jumping, grabbing the bungee rope and pulling you up with his own two hands

Vox ignores all your whining and pouting over him spoiling your fun, pulling you into his arms and shaking from the adrenaline rush

You are just so confused, you were only having fun...it's his fault for being so busy all the time that you get bored

He's still trying to get his breathing back to normal when he suddenly touches foreheads with you

He squishes your cheeks together and gives you a tired look

"You...are not leaving our bedroom for the rest of the week..."

"Voxie!! That's no fair!!"

I hope this is what you wanted!! I had so much fun writing it!

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Can I ask for a gn! Yuu that has very long hair like atleast that's touch the ground?

No need to do the request do ill wait and

P.s. I love your monster au❤❤❤

Awww, thank you! If I had to say, I think my Monster!AU is my most popular AU so far 😂 It’s just so much fun, and while I love doing the worldbuilding, the wholesome silliness and found family vibes just always get me ;;v;;

Anyway, you most certainly can! I couldn’t help but get flashbacks to my high school years when my best friend would call me Rapunzel because of how long my hair was…and the sheer panic and horror she felt when I came to school one day after getting a haircut and my hair was up to my jaw. Don’t worry, it grew back! I’ve only had it cut that short once, but never again. :V It took three years to get it back down my spine. >.>

So while you asked for a gn!Yuu with long hair (and I’m assuming it’s in Monster!AU), you didn’t necessarily specify any scenario, so I hope you enjoy the random silliness based on my experiences with critters and long hair! >w<

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When Yuu was finally able to get out of the ceremonial robes and into more comfortable clothes on the first night in Ramshackle, it came as quite a shock to Grim and the ghosts when they unwrapped their hair to the point the tips touched the ground. Given how dirty it was, however, Yuu had to quickly tie up their hair to keep it away from the dust.

“Where did you put all that?!” Grim asked, patting a paw against their hair as they tried to run their fingers through the long strands. “Why is it so long?!”

“Because I wanted it to be long?” Yuu replied with a shrug.

“Oh…do all humans have long hair?”

Despite being a chaotic gremlin in the beginning, Grim is more curious about the length and texture of Yuu’s hair than anything. At some point he realizes just how warm it is and will often be found practically wrapped up in it, snoozing away and just enjoying the comforting scent of their shampoo.

And then there were the monster students.

Hair is not a foreign concept by any means to these monsters, though the fact that there was someone who had hair this long? It reminded so many of those who knew the story of the Sun Kingdom and the princess with long hair who used incantations on a golden flower to bring her lover back from the dead!

“…your hair doesn’t glow, does it?” Ace asked, bouncing Yuu’s hair in his hands as he held it up to see it in the light.

“If it starts glowing, feel free to freak out, because I sure will!”

An issue that they came across, however, was how often the long strands got caught underfoot by monsters near them. More than once did their head jerk back because someone happened to step on it, whether they were trying to stand up or move to another spot. It happened more than once to the point Yuu’s neck started to hurt from the frequency. Such things didn’t go unnoticed by a certain unicorn…

“Honestly, you’re going to ruin your hair and your posture if you keep letting it drag on the floor like a mop,” Vil scolded them, the unicorn’s lion-like tail swishing in agitation as he worked through the newly formed knots.

“I can just put it up in a ponytail or a bun,” Yuu told him. “It’s no big deal.”

“Absolutely not! If you’re going to keep your hair this long, then at least do something more presentable and functional to keep it healthy and strong.”

So began the long process of Yuu having to sit through lessons on hair care from Vil. They watched as he worked in the mirror to fashion their hair into new styles, referencing videos he’d watched online and resources for hair that closely fit their own to ensure he knows how to care for and teach Yuu. They listened as he instructed them on how to braid or twist their hair into styles they never even considered, and before long they were walking out of Pomefiore with hair care samples and a long, thick braid that hung at the back of their knees. It was a little heavier than they were used to, but not unmanageable.

It certainly made it easier to dance and run after their friends when a certain gremlin chimera got up to mischief!

When Cheka comes to visit, Yuu can’t help but notice how much he acted like a kitten that they just…couldn’t help but let him play with their hair. It was adorable to watch at first, but—like all things in Twisted Wonderland—something inevitably goes wrong.

“How did he get tangled up in your hair this badly??” Jack asked as he tried to figure out how to unravel the giggling child from their hair.

“Ow…Cheka was just so cute playing, and I only looked away for a second,” Yuu said, their hands on their scalp to keep the tugging at a minimum. “I didn’t think he’d get tangled up like this!”

“Halp!” Grim cried out, squirming around Yuu’s hair as well.

“Ow ow ow ow! Grim, stop! You’re pulling on my scalp!”

“I’m starting to think that human hair is used to trap prey,” Ruggie commented with a snicker, though his fingers were still combing through and untangling the hair quicker and easier than Jack.

After all is said and done, Yuu’s hair is quite fascinating even to Cater’s Magicam followers, leading to some crazy hairstyles and designs to be created (and lots and lots of safe hair dye and hair spray to be used). If Yuu wants to use a rainbow of colors or specific ones for their hair, Vil and Professor Crewel will find ways to help do so without damaging the roots or strands with harsh dyes or bleach!

Straight? Curly? Wavy? Dreadlocks? Afros? Any style and texture of hair a human could have! Imagine the possibilities with styles and colors in a world where Yuu can literally ask someone to use magic to see how something would look! And there wouldn’t be any issue with returning it to normal because magic~!!

Kudos to those of you who are able to confidently dye your hair wonderful colors, I love seeing the hues that can be done ;;v;; I'm too chicken to do it to my own hair, so I live vicariously through seeing others do it. 😃

Anyway, that’s all I can think of off the top of my head! Hope you guys enjoy! >v<

[thatone-brightstar]

The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 4: Bring a fox to a bear fight

Words: 8.7k (wft?!?)

Summary: Tensions with Carmy finally snap.

a/n: In honor of a new poster and release date for season 2, here's chapter 4! Hope you enjoy! xx P.S. There will be some spanish in this but if you're a 'no sabo kid' you can shamelessly use google translate❤️

WARNING: Smut ahead, masturbation, p in v unprotected sex (birth control is mentioned), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

You felt it before even opening your eyes. The growing migraine had settled camp between your brows while you slept and his companion, an uneasy stomach, had you crawling out of bed and into the nearest bathroom to dispose of the undigested contents of last night. You ungracefully swatted your hair out of the way with half your head inside the bowl when a shadow stood by the door you had forgotten to close in the rush of the moment.

“Ay, mira que bonito!” You heard your mother’s taunting voice above you. “You had fun last night, mija?” She said in a fake sweetness, one hand rubbing over your heaving back as your stomach spewed itself into the porcelain.

The torture stopped long enough for you to look up at her through narrow slits, then feeling the acid crawl its way back up again.

“Isn’t this punishment enough?” You managed to say through a sore throat, spitting the last bit of red saliva inside and flushing. ‘Fuckin’ daiquiris’ 

You stood on wobbly knees from the cold tiled floor and rested your face against the wall by the door, your mother staring amused.

“No, those are just consequences, mi amor.” She smirked, reaching to caress your cheek, but stopped midway in distaste when she saw little remains of spit across it. “Maybe when you're clean.” 

A soft sneer curled on your lips and you made a kiss motion at her.

“C’mon mami, gimme a kiss” You teased, leaning forward.

She took a step back as you took one towards her, reaching to pull at her hands. Her head shook in laughter as she stepped deeper in your room and tossed the towel hanging on the wall directly to your head. It fell with a ‘thunk’ to the ground and your vision blurred slightly while leaning down to pick it up.

“Take a shower, you smell like shit.”  Your mother said on her way out the door. “And grandpa made breakfast!” She yelled from the hallway and the volume had your head pounding with heavy fists at your temples.

With sluggish movements, trying to not upset your already ruined digestion, you moved to your closet for a fresh set of clothes, then to your bed to wake up Syd. You found the space empty and wondered how she had gotten up without waking you, considering you were a light sleeper, but too much thinking made your head hurt so you left it to a mystery.

The bright rays of sunshine filtering through the open bathroom window usually appealed as lovely to your houseplant soul, however as you undressed to shower with a permanent scowl, the soft light burnt a hole through your tired retinas. You dragged yourself inside and as soon as the warm water hit your skin, you sighed in relief. There was nothing a warm shower couldn’t cure. 

As you mechanically went through your routine, you assessed the events of the night before and the crater in your chest hollowed all over again. A few salty tears that mixed with the rosemary and lavender shampoo ran down the drain. Despite coming to terms with yourself that you’d solve everything that same day, the small voice in the back of your head nagged that ‘he probably didn’t even wanna see you, anyway’. You took a few calming breaths under the stream and pictured the perfect scenario to counter rest the dark thoughts swarming your unprotected psyche.

 You’d show up to work as always, hopefully less hungover than you were feeling, and ask him to talk in his office. You’d tell him you were an asshole for hurting him and that you wanted nothing more than exactly what he was offering. You’d bicker back and forth for a while, but ultimately it would end precisely how it should have the night before, in a sweet sweet overdue kiss. You’d maybe even get to fulfill one of the many fantasies that flooded your head when he caressed your face in the small barely lit room.

Your breath hitched at the sudden change in direction your mind was taking you in. Behind closed lids, your consciousness had painted a promising picture of blown irises and tangled locks moving in a rhythmic tempo against you. His pearly skin was tainted carmine from the effort it took to contain himself as he slammed repeatedly into you; trained fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your upper thighs while he held you in place over the disheveled desk. Only the sound of shaky breaths and whispered praises filled the room while he confessed just how good you felt panting underneath him.

The vision in your head felt so real to your body, that your pulse had started racing and it had your cunt squeezing around nothing in frustration. A delicate hand slid down past your navel and a sigh of relief left your shaky lips at the sudden contact of your cold finger tips. You used the clear image in your head to aid the pulsing in between your folds, massaging at an equal pace to your vision. You pictured the veins in his arms, tensed with force, one hand holding you down while the other wrapped around your fragile throat and pulled you into a heated kiss. You felt the vibration from his groan travel down your trachea and straight into the speed of your fingers. Your knees quivered at the thought of his messy kisses down your neck, followed by shaky breaths of barely contained moans, your hands clawing at the skin of his back trying to press his chest closer to yours. All it took was the image of Carmy pulling your legs around his waist with force and  burying his face in your neck, pounding ruthlessly against your skin before a strangled sigh left his mouth as he came, painting your insides white. 

The force of a relieving orgasm knocked the strength off your knees and you used your other hand to lean on the chill tile, the stark contrast in temperature running chills along your sensitive skin.  You took a couple calming breaths until your thighs recovered their strength and the once persistent headache had finally subsided. You finished showering with newfound energy.

Dressed and feeling  surprisingly less shitty than expected, you walked  out into the kitchen drying your hair and enticed by the smell of sausages. You rounded the island where your grandpa stood wearing a ‘kiss the chef’ apron and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He handed you a plate of food with a smile and you thanked him then served yourself from the half empty coffee pot. Syd and your mom were having a lively conversation about where she had learned her great spanish as you silently finished your eggs and sausage, not wanting to add to the already noisy ambiance in the small area. Soft guitar strings played from somewhere in the living room, merging with the soft chirping of birds outside the tall windows that illuminated the room in a golden hue. 

As you took a sip of your coffee leaning on the bar, your mother asked Syd if you had already invited the guys from work to your grandpa's 76th birthday next week. Your eyes grew wide in realization, only then did you remember that she had asked you to do it at least two weeks ago and you had not thought about it since. When she said no, your mother turned to you with a glare hidden behind a smile. You swallowed the bitter liquid and lowered your cup.

“I.. was getting around to it.” You confessed turning slowly and taking your empty plate to the sink behind you.

“What did I tell you, eh?” She began scolding you, “I told you ‘do it today before you forget’ and see? You forgot!”

You finished washing your dirty plate with your back to her and rolled your eyes. 

“I’ll tell them today, I promise!” You told her, drying your hands on the gingerbread man dishcloth that had been out since last Christmas. 

She gave you a long ‘Mhmm’ with crossed arms, eyed you with a scowl then rolled her eyes. “You better! I already told your tia Angie to add an extra ten people for the food, I don’t want anything to go to waste, okay?!” She continued as you rounded up your work bag from the couch and signaled for Sydney to hurry up.

She swallowed the last of her breakfast, slid from the stool and walked to the sink where she was about to wash her plate, but your grandfather took it from her hands and shook his head ‘Guest’ he said and pointed to her. She smiled with a ‘Gracias’ then ran to your room to get her things.

“Yes, I know. I’ll do it today.” You finished, walking over to both of them and giving them a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

Your mother grunted slightly but turned her cheek towards you.

“Oh! And invite that Carmy boy,” She said and your stomach churned. “He seems nice, no?” She whispered and scrunched up her nose at you.

“Syd let’s go!” You yelled ignoring her and walked into the hallway where your jacket hung.

“Thank you for breakfast, bye!” She called out to your family and followed you out the door. “Your mom told me that was your setup in the living room?” 

You looked at her confused then remembered the half finished painting surrounded by empty paint tubes and drying brushes. The events from the day before made it seem like it had spent an eternity sitting to dry.

“Yeah, I like painting. Helps with my anxiety” You shrugged.

Sydney answered with a simple nod as you kept walking down the stairs. She reached up to massage her chin at the memory of tripping over the same steps a couple hours ago and a wave of laughter invaded you both as you made the rest of the way down.

You reached The Beef with a building worry. The plan to solve things with Carmy wasn’t as much a plan as it was an idea, and a vague one at that. You figured you had the whole train ride to come up with something, but it was mostly spent controlling your breath and trying not to puke all over the already sticky floors. So as Syd and you walked through the back entrance, unprepared and slightly nauseous, a stabbing sensation pierced your chest at the sight of an unruly head lifting up to meet your eyes.

The knot in your throat obstructed any possible passage of air and you stayed locked in place, grounded by the weight of his gaze.

“I think I’m gonna be sick again.” You whispered to Syd when you were no longer being observed by heavy pools of aquamarine.

He brought his attention back to mixing the dry ingredients for the rub on the beef, but you could tell his back had grown slightly more tense than usual. You passed beside him to the check in clock, muttering a ‘Mornin’ that he answered with a ‘G’Mornin’ chefs’, plural. Sydney shot a sympathetic look at you before moving to her area, lacking motivation. You debated whether to rip the band aid off now or wait until the end of the day, but knowing your impatient nature you knew the shift would be worse if you did nothing now.

“Uhm, Carmy?” Your voice sounded unsure, his fingers twitched slightly at the sound of it.

“Yes, chef.” He answered, mixing all the ingredients thoroughly in a bowl.

“Do you think we can talk?” You cracked your knuckles at your sides, waiting impatiently for his answer.

He looked at you for a millisecond, without bothering to raise his head completely, then moved to the hallway that led to the walk in.

“There’s nothin’ to talk about chef, we're good.” ‘Okay, so not even on a first name basis’ you thought.

You followed close behind and carelessly threw your things into the office floor, then catched the heavy metal door before it slammed shut behind him.

“Yeah you said that, but I feel like we’re not.” The force of the door shutting behind you pushed you fully inside and you were thankful for the cold climate drying your sweaty hands.

He had his back towards you as he rummaged through the stock long enough for it to be obvious that he was trying to avoid you. You fiddled with your fingers in anticipation, waiting for a word or a look, anything that signaled the start of a conversation.

“We are.” He answered, shooting you a brief over the shoulder glance then back to the rack.

You took in a deep breath and began. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said last nig-” He interrupted with a stern call of your name, hands leaning heavily against the shelf.

“-Chef, please,” He corrected, as if the simple syllables of your name physically hurt him to pronounce. His voice was low but authoritative. “If I say we’re good, then we’re good. Alright?” 

“Yes.” You muttered, doing your best to swallow your heart back south into your chest.

“Yes, what?” He paused halfway in a turn, pulling a metal escoffier with the day's beef.

“Yes, chef.” You said through gritted teeth, irritated eyes locked into his.

His stare lingered on you for a moment longer, the tendon on the side on his neck tensed, then he lifted the heavy container and walked right past you, out the small room. You stayed a few moments longer inside, letting the chill air from the vents hit your overheated face and regulate your breath. With a final inhale, you pushed your way out to face the long day with an upset stomach and a beaten up chest.

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“I already fuckin’ told you how, Richard,” You spat angerly at him, the migraine in your head growing by the minute. “It’s not rocket science!”

It was the third time that day that he asked you for help because the tablet would go all crazy on him, that was two more than any regular day and you would be happy to explain how his grease covered fingers were the fucking problem, if it weren't for the massive headache that had you on a chokehold since the moment Tina opened the front door.

“Alright, geez! No need to throw in the government names!” He yelled back, throwing his arms up in desperation.

You sighed and dropped the empty dishes you were carrying on the lower counter beside him, then took one of the clean napkins and placed it in his hand. You moved his limp arm like you would a little kid and wiped the screen in demonstration.

“Okay, okay I get it, get off!” He said before swatting your hand away and continuing the task himself.

He kept mumbling under his breath how you were ‘insufferable when you’re hungover ’ and how ‘Carmy should’ve done a better job last night’ as you rounded up the dishes again and walked into the kitchen, not before painfully jamming your elbow into his side.

The hangover wasn’t the only problem, you had spent most of the morning throwing up and were sure you had gotten rid of most of the alcohol in your system. Having Carmy ignore you most of the day was the bigger issue. He had managed to avoid you all through morning prep and even hid in his office during family. You had maybe seen him two or three times during lunch service, but not once did he look up at you. Between having him act as if you weren’t even there and the constant guilt for how the conversation had gone, you were still trying to debate whether you wanted to try and talk things again. If there was anything left to solve.

You kept yourself busy during the break, setting the new tablecloths around the dining room, making sure they fell correctly and tried to ignore the pooling memories of his soft touches with every fabric you pulled out. Once they were set up to your liking, you took the empty cloth bag and walked back inside to save it with your remaining stuff. When you turned the corner towards the office, your sneakers squeaked at your sudden stop and your brow furrowed at the closed door. It was normally always open and you were sure you had left it that way twenty minutes ago when you had gone in to retrieve your things. You shrugged and kept walking to it, assuming it could have been a draft.

The last thing you expected to find inside was a tall blonde standing in the middle of the room beside Carmy. They both turned startled at the sudden intrusion while you stopped abruptly half way in. Your eyes danced between them for less than a second, a growing warmth of embarrassment holding your cheeks hostage. Carmy averted his gaze as the women scanned you expectantly.

“Uh… so-sorry.” You managed to blurt out, throw the fabric by the floor with the rest of your things and quickly shut the door behind you.

A dense huff left your chest when the door finally clicked shut. You moved back as if it were to combust instantaneously and still somewhat disoriented, traveled to the back for a breath of fresh air.

The soft crunch of gravel under your shoes grew therapeutic after the long day, as the smoke from a nearby cigarette floated to your nose and seemed appealing in the moment. Richie sat on one of the stacked up crates digging on the little stones by his feet, cig in between his fingers as he typed energetically on his phone. He looked up long enough to see you walk towards him with an extended hand to bum out a drag. He did so doubtful because he had never seen you smoke before, but didn’t care enough to ask and offered it anyway.

The numbing sensation spread to your head after the second drag, the voices in the back asking why you had quit in the first place. You handed the shorter tube back to Richie and leaned against the brick wall, still faintly warm from the early spring sun. You played with your bottom lip in concentration, racking your brain for ways you could ask him about the woman you saw Carmy with, without sounding too intrusive. ‘Fuck it, he already thought you were fucking, might as well ask.’ you thought.

You cleared your throat with a small cough and he turned to you with raised brows.

“Hey Richie,” You began, picking at the loose skin around your nails. “D-do you know who that blonde woman is? The one in the office?”

“Blonde woman.. Who, Sugar?” He asked leaning back to get a better look at you, smoke between his curled lips.

You shrugged trying to seem as nonchalant as it was possible, with your anxious brain throwing thousands of scenarios per second.

He took another drag, blew the smoke then spoke. “Oh, that’s uhm… that’s Carmy’s wife.” Richie spoke flatly, scratching above his bottom lip to hide an upcoming smirk.

Are you fucking kidding me?! 

The blood underneath your skin began to boil, you felt hot and cold at the same time and your vision blurred with the threat of unsuspecting tears. Your breaths began to grow shorter but heavier as the acid in your stomach tried to claw its way up for the fifth time. You swallowed hard and snatched the cig from his offering hand, inhaling as much of the toxic fumes as it took to settle your boiling anger back into a simmer.

“Oh. She’s pretty.” Was all you were able to say, though it didn’t reflect the indescribable rage you were feeling.

At who, you weren’t sure. Yourself firstly, for being so foolishly naive to assume that he was different from any other tattooed, apron wearing son of a bitch you had met before. For thinking that he was actually interested in you as a human being and didn’t see you as another gold medal to receive as price for fucking the new girl. You were obviously extremely pissed at Carmen because what the actual fuck?! Who fucking does that?! Of course you knew of one fucking person, but did Carmen really think you were never going to find out? Why had Sydney not told you or did she not know either?

A million questions raced through your mind as you took another long inhale of smoke, eyes fixated on the rocky ground. You were so lost in the whirlpool of rage, you didn’t notice how Richie had pulled another cigarette for himself, leaving you the half finished one.

“Guess you didn’t know then, huh?” He asked, flicking the lighter on and burning the herby tip.

You shook your head slowly, thumbnail in between your teeth, the floating smoke from the ember tip between your fingers reached your eyes and made them water. ‘Yeah, that's what it is’, you thought. You sniffed heavily and regained composure because Richie was the last person who you’d let see you have a breakdown.

The dense metal door opened with a creek and the person you dreaded to see the most stepped out into the empty space. He walked towards you and Richie with his own unlit cig between his lips, brow creased when he eyed yours.

“Didn’t you quit?” He asked, nodding his head towards the short tube between your lips. 

Pushing yourself off the brick with a last inhale of smoke, you flicked the end into the nearby garbage and walked past him without a single glance in his direction. You didn’t trust your voice or anything that would come out of it if you decided to answer, so you pushed your way inside and let the broth of your heated emotions simmer in your chest for what was left of the day.

You did what you do best when pissed, suppress everything in a little dark corner in your head and focus on the task at hand, the task now being getting through the dinner rush alive. It seemed like people knew you had a shitty day and could use the distraction because they had not stopped coming in since the doors were reopened at five. Between orders and clearing tables, you had only looked at your watch twice all afternoon, the last being twenty minutes ago when it read 8:30pm. 

Carrying the last of the empty dishes into the back, you spotted Angel leaning lazily against the rack holding the clean kitchenware. You placed the plates lightly on the empty space beside the sink and he groaned in response to seeing them.

“I take it ‘adventure’ was fun, then?” You said teasingly then patted him on the back. “Those are my last ones!” You let him know, walking back out to finish cleaning your station.

A few customers lingered around, only two or three sat on the counter while they waited for their to-go orders, but other than that the dining room had grown empty. It was only then that you felt the weight of the day's events fall hefty on your overworked back. You placed your cool fingertips over your tired eyelids, taking a few long breaths as the dam you had kept all your anger behind began to crack. All you could see were flashes of swaying blues and golden brows as the choir in your brain listed all the reasons you were an idiot for putting your trust in someone again.

‘Please don’t ever think for a second that I would do anything to hurt you.’ The once sweet words now ran like bitter sap down your throat, the stickiness gluing it shut and leaving everything inside to brew until it reached a break point. You didn’t know if you were angrier at him or yourself. You tried to search your memories for any indication or mention of a partner, a ring or maybe even a tan line across his finger, but they all hit a dead end.

Frustration and sadness were a dangerous cocktail mixing at the back of your eyes and picking at your tear ducts, you rubbed hard until you saw stars to try to get the sensation out, but it only seemed to make it worse.

‘No, you are not gonna break now’ you reminded yourself, pulling the tears back into your eyes with a loud sniff. ‘You’re going to finish your shift, tell Carmy where he can stick his stupid fuckin’ spoon and never come back again’. 

You had made that clear in your head while running orders. Every time you picked a new one from the expo and saw his inked hand push it towards you, the annoyance grew uncomfortable in your chest and you had to bite your tongue to the point of injury. You couldn’t stay like this, not when only a couple hours ago you were ready to break your most personal foundation for him, not when some fucked up part of your brain had made you believe that you could even get to love him, and he you.

It seemed of little value now, to think of this place as your safe haven when now you were afraid to catch him around every corner. Afraid of whether you’d want to slap him or kiss him because that’s how confusing your head was starting to feel. An almost inaudible voice in the back had planted the doubt that ‘Maybe this was Richie’s way of getting back at you for being a bitch all day and none of it is true’ but even if it was right, that didn’t take away the fact that things were never going to go back to how they used to. 

If it weren’t true and you stayed, that still left the guilt of rejecting him looming above you both, persistent, dark and never ending. And if it were and you still stayed, knowing that he had consciously tried something with you while having someone waiting for him at home would rip you from the inside out. The last time that happened, you almost didn’t make it out… and nothing promised that this time would be any different.

With the new found heaviness of old wounds, you cleared your throat from the asphyxiating knot  and continued to clean the mess left on the table, for what felt like the last time. You thoroughly scanned the room for remaining garbage, then took the last bags out to the back dumpster. One last swipe of the counters and there was nothing more left to do. You wanted to keep looking for things to do, things to clean or rearrange. Anything to delay the inevitable. But as you turned off the light inside the closed space, you knew you had to do it.

The kitchen was empty as you made your way slowly through the hallway, everyone had gone home at least twenty minutes before. Syd had even asked if you wanted company, but you denied it politely, knowing it was something you had to do alone; besides you didn’t know how rude you were gonna get and were in no need of an audience. 

A growing anxiety took a hold of your chest as you reached the small office door and you spotted Carmy sitting with his back towards the entrance. Your step faltered when your legs grew weak at the thought of confrontation and as if he could feel your presence, the chair turned in your direction. He swallowed at the sight of you, brows raised in surprise, weighing heavy on your heart. You forced yourself inside and leaned down by the foot of the door that had become a foster home for your bag during the last month and a half.

He cleared his throat with a cough and you looked up at him expectantly.

“You headin’ home?” He asked, playing with the pen in his hand.

Swallowing the knot back down, you nodded and stood straight. “Yeah.. and I won’t be back.” His expression changed to one of worry. “So… thank you and fuck you.” 

With the strap held like a lifeline, you turned in place and tried to make your way out of the small space before he had a chance to react.

“Wait, wait, wait-” He said loudly following behind you.

He quickly rounded the station through the other side and reached the hallway that led to the steward area and the backdoor before you, extending a strong arm against the rack and locking you in. You stopped abruptly, almost knocking face first into his bicep, then took two steps back for space.

“Can you please, tell me what the fuck is going on?” 

This is exactly what you wanted to avoid, almost as much as you were avoiding his intense stare. He took a step forwards, lightly leaning down to your eye level and that made you glare at him instantly, because was he fucking squaring up at you? You stood your ground and raised your brows in defiance. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense up, eyes swirling with a hurricane.

“I don’t want to work here anymore… with you.” You answered with difficulty. Your voice was betraying your stand.

“Why?” He asked with a blank stare.

“Because I don’t think it’s ethical.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like you.”

“Why?”

“Because I think you’re a son of a bitch.” This began to frustrate you.

“Why?”

“Because how fuckin’ dare you hit on me when you’re fuckin’ married!” You finally exploded.

“Is that all this is about?!” He finally answered clearly.

“What do you mean ‘Is that all’!  That “all” is a big fuckin’ deal!”

“Who told you that shit, anyway?!” Carmy asked frustrated, the tint on his skin rising up his neck.

“I saw her in your office, what? You thought I was never gonna find out?!”

“Who, Sugar?!”

“Yes, Sugar!” You shouted exasperated, had he always been this irritating? 

He breathed out a humorless laugh, one hand rubbing his mouth, the other on his hip as he stared down at you.

“Sugar… is my fuckin’ sister. Wh-who told you that married shit?!” He asked, waving his hand angrily in the air.

“Doesn’t matter, the fuck was I supposed to know that?!” You shouted back, too deep in now to swallow down the contents of your mistake, scattered all over the floor.

“I don’t know, maybe you could have asked me!”

“Oh, like you would tell me shit.” You responded, rolling your eyes at him and crossing your arms over your chest. It was a lost fight but you were too stubborn to admit you were wrong now.

“Seriously? That’s fuckin’ rich coming from you. You wanted me to believe I scared you into leaving!” He takes another step towards you and this one has you sliding a couple inches back.

“I said I was sorry, okay?” The heavy pounding vibrated inside your ears as adrenaline mixed blood traveled faster into your head. 

“Yeah well, you say that a lot lately.” He answered sarcastically, the pain hidden behind thin humor had your arms lose their grip and fall flaccid beside you.

“Look, that’s not the point,okay? The point is I can’t stay here.” You reply defeated, a pang of guilt hitting your stomach.

“Why?! Cause of some made up wife that turned out to be my sister?!” 

You turned to the metal table behind you and dropped your bag on top with a loud clang of what you assumed were your keys inside. Sweaty palms rested on top of the cool surface and you let your head hang low while you tried to calm your anger down. Maybe you did go a bit too far by not asking him first, but in your defense, being hot headed was part of your nature.

“No Carmy- because I can’t stand seeing you every second of every day and not being able t-to touch  you or-or kiss or do anything about all these stupid feelings inside! ” You finally confessed when you could no longer see his intense stare. The words stumbled out like the alcohol contents of that morning, heavy, fast and unstoppable.

Your heavy breaths and the running motor of the walk in are the only sounds audible in the reduced space. But if you could take a peek in either of your heads, you’d be surprised at the amount of swarming voices trying to decipher a million thoughts per second. Your eyes were fixated on the carefully organized spices resting on the second level of the table.

“So that’s your plan, then? Leavin’ cause you like me too much, but you can’t do anything while you’re here.” He whispered and you heard the light squeak of his kitchen shoes as he moved closer to you.

As the cloud of anger slowly dissipated, giving pathway to clear thoughts, the undertones of his words appeared unobstructed in front of you. You blinked continuously as you played out the idea in your head.

“Yeah… I-I guess.” You mumbled.

A soft breath escaped your lips when you felt a warm touch contrast to the chill surface. You looked down to your left hand, a bigger one placed carefully on top, skilled fingers inching close to the free space between yours, a tickling feeling erupting at the touch. Your fingers rounded softly around his and that was the sign of reassurance he needed to step closer to you, chest pressing fully to the length of your back and caging you to the table.

He held your palm like delicate glass under his rough hand, both of your eyes trained on the curved limbs, afraid the eye contact would strip your souls too bare. Carmy whispered your name like a prayer, voice soft enough only for you to hear in the empty space, a wisp of sultry air hit the base of your neck and erupting chills around the sensitive skin.

“You are amazingly smart, really fuckin’ funny and it would be a lie if I said I wouldn’t miss you… but if having you with me means not seeing you here every day, then I will gladly fire you myself.”

A breathy laugh left your lips, soon replaced by a sharp intake when you felt his fingertips brush gently at the base of your neck, moving your hair out of the way then leaning down to place a tender kiss to the skin. Your vision blurred at the edges from the simple touch and the hand holding his, locked tight around tattooed fingers. He kept planting small kisses to your rising skin, stealing small gasps from your chest, finding it adorable and amusing all at once. You felt a shy smile against your neck as his right digits skimmed over the soft velvet of your other arm.

It was ridiculous how his effortless touch had you almost losing grasp of your self control so easily. You tried to regain your composure, or at least concentrate on what would leave your mouth next, other than shameful gasps. Your mouth fell dry when his right hand curled at your waist and when he pressed himself closer to you, your lips parted open like a fish praying for a drop of water outside the ocean.

“Want me to stop?” He whispered in between pecks. He knew your answer from the way your body was reacting to him, but the never ending voice in the back of his head made him doubtful.

You shook your head no, not trusting the words in your mouth, swallowing dryly,  and took the chance to turn around as best you could in the limited space. With heaving breaths and a thumping heart you finally looked up into the cloudless sky trapped in his eyes. Your brows furrowed at the marvelous change they reflected from the tired man you had grown to care for.

Now with a clear head, a different answer manifested in your mind as the one you had given the night before. If it meant you had to lose one thing to gain another even better, then so be it. You weren’t breaking any self imposed rule, only finding a loophole around it. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted this. No angry voices in your head alarming you of what a terrible idea this was. It was only you, him and the prospect of a future together, however long it may be.

You stood on your toes and at last, closed the little distance left between your lips, He kissed back almost immediately, like he had been waiting for this exact moment, soft hungry lips dancing gracefully against each other. His hands moved to wrap around your waist again, pulling you closer as yours curled hard around the flimsy material of the white shirt on his torso. You bit lightly on his bottom lip and a small groan vibrated from his throat into yours and directly in between your thighs.

Without an inch of hesitation, he parted from your kiss and strong arms lifted you up to sit on the chill metal. Your legs opened for him to step in between and your cheeks would have gone crimson at the way they parted instantly if he would have given you a chance, but immediately after moving into the welcoming space, his hand circled the back of your neck and crashed your lips to his again with new found passion. The view was parallel to your imagination and a soft moan escaped your lips at the sweet memory, one he swallowed gladly. His other hand massaged your upper thigh, thumb brushing tenderly over the inside of your jeans, very close to the pulsing center where you needed him most. 

You held on to his shoulder in support and threaded your fingers through his hair, just like you had imagined many times before. His hand squeezed your thigh deliciously at a pull to his roots and the vibration that escaped his throat allowed you to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue to caress his own. Your lungs burned from the lack of air but you would rather die by asphyxiation than lose the rhythm you had carefully cultivated with him.

The hand on your thigh traveled back slowly, both meeting at the base of your spine. Still in your cloudy haze, you expected him to continue his exploration down, but his fingers stayed spread out at the bottom of your back, unable to move. With hands still knotted in golden strands, you circled your legs around what you could reach of his hips and pulled him closer than before. An involuntary snap of his pelvis against your core ripped a surprised whimper from your mouth and the sound seemed to be enough of a push for his hands to reach down to your ass, pulling you to the edge of the metal and kneading the tender flesh.

You could feel the straining bulge against his jeans as he continued to grind persistently, a strong grasp on your body. Short gasps escaped your lips at the friction, just enough to get you riled up but not to reach the high you were chasing. Peeling your lips from his to take a heavy breath, you pecked down his jaw and up to his ear where you rolled his lobe between your teeth. He shivered under your touch, a shaky laugh leaving his lips as his head fell on your shoulder and his movements faltered.

“Carmy… ” You pleaded into his ear.

It didn’t matter if you sounded pitiful, the only thing you needed at the moment was for him to take you hard on that table. You let go from his hair and dropped your hands to the buttons of his black jeans while you worked his ear between licks and tiny bites. His hands mirrored yours, fluidly popping the buttons open and sliding the thick material down your legs. Your sneakers fell to the ground with an empty noise when you kicked them off as he discarded your jeans somewhere on the kitchen floor, then pushed your hand down the loose waistband of his jeans and boxers to his welcoming hard cock.

His breath got caught in his throat from the sudden touch of your ever-cold hands, a heavy moan leaving his lips and tickling the inside of your neck. You stroked the surprising length with slow movements. You didn’t expect him to be so… gifted, at least he didn’t carry himself like it. It was a nice shock, one that had you grinding against nothing on the cool metal.

He must have sensed your desperation as a struggling whine left your mouth, because he placed a trail of soft kisses back up to your face. One of his hands rubbed your cheek tenderly, softly shushing you while his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“Shh, it’s okay” Carmy muttered with a low raspy voice. “I got you… I got you.” He placed soft kisses over your whimpering lips. The change in his tone from what you were used to made the movements of your hand waver inside his jeans and you squeezed lightly around his cock.

With no warning, skilled fingers rubbed at your folds through the fabric of your damp underwear, forcing a guttural moan to escape the deepest part of your being. He repeated the circular motion whilst peppering around your heaving lips with wet kisses. Using your thighs for support, you grind your hips to his palm, looking for release and speeding up your movements carefully on your other hand.  He answered your actions by pushing your underwear to the side and massaging the tender area at a torturous pace.

A shock wave traveled up your spine at the contact, your hips chasing after his touch. He teased your entrance with his middle finger, rubbing around it but not quite going all the way.

“Fuck… Carmy, please” You managed to say between gasps, pushing your hips towards him to stimulate the friction.

“Please what?” He asked through gritted teeth, screwed brows betraying the blankness in his voice.

 You tried following his movements, but the hand on your cheek quickly snapped down to your soft thighs, pressing you down with strength onto the counter top, a small smack rippling through your skin and vibrating tight down to your core.

“C’om on, chef… use your words for me.” He whispered near your ear and the simple sentence had your cunt gripping around nothing. “D'you want me to fuck you?” He asked, middle finger dipping halfway into you with a torturing pace. “To fill you up here, in the middle of my kitchen?”

Oh. Oh.

This was new. As well as the bubble of excitement growing in the valley between your legs. You had never been a fan of dirty talk, but the way your body was reacting to his words made you believe that no one had done it correctly until now. Gone was the stuttering man who couldn’t hold eye contact with you at the start, now replaced by some smooth motherfucker who could make you come with just his words.

“Yes… please” Short gasps followed your words. 

“Yes what?” He pulled his mouth from your neck and stared down at you through hooded eyelids.

You could feel his pulse vibrate through his heavy dick in your hand as short breaths left your kiss swollen lips. The words fell thick in your throat, trapped between a whine and a gasp. Your thoughts streamed rapidly in your head and you knew that no future scenario would ever live up to this moment. You knew it wasn’t just about the sex he was asking approval for, it was about the whole conversation. The fight, the confession, the plated tray with his heart atop it that you had left untouched the night before. He needed the reassurance that this was not a goodbye or a one and done.

“Yes chef” You whispered with no doubts. 

You pulled your hand from inside his jeans, then used your legs to pull them further down and finally free his erection from its confined space. And without taking your eyes off his, you reached up to your mouth, stuck out your tongue and swiped a thick coat of saliva to your digits. His lips parted in a daze, dark eyes flickering to your lips then back to your glossy stare.

The moment your hand made contact with his pulsing girth, he knew he was done for.

He pulled your hips to the edge, then carelessly removed your underwear and his shirt. Your eyes caught on dark designs decorating his hard abdomen and rib cage, and your mouth watered at the idea of tracing your tongue on each individual line, but the velvet tip of his cock sliding between your opening knocked all the thoughts inside your head.

“Shit..”He said under a shaky breath “D-do you have one?”

His forehead pressed to yours, both sets of eyes fixed on the view below them.

“No but, uhm.. I got an IUD. I-I’m all set.” 

“Yeah, no..uhm, I mean cool, t-that’s great.” He responded with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah..” You answered amused.

You held his cock in your lubricated hand as his tip found your entrance, then slowly disappeared past your folds. A shared groan vibrated in the closeness of your chest when a delicious ache tingled along your cunt at the sudden stretch. Carmy dropped his head to place a kiss against your clothed shoulder and circled his hands under your thighs for a better grip. He stayed immobile for a couple long seconds, basking in the tight hold your pussy had around him, so much better than what he had ever imagined.

You shuttered beside his ear when he unsteadily pulled back almost to the tip and a small smile curled on his lips. Carmy took a calming breath to ease his racing heart, and without warning slammed his hips deep into your own, thick fingers kneading at the underskin of your thighs. The force of his pace pulled the last puffs of air from your lungs, leaving you a panting mess underneath his touch. One of your hands gripped the slick surface behind you for support while the other clawed against Carmy’s back, pressing him impossibly closer to you.

A thread of ‘Fuckfuckfuck’ and ‘Oh god’ spilled from your mouth with each strong thrust assaulting your body. Your senses were overwhelmed by his actions, every individual pound against you was followed by the obscene sound of slapping skin and blurred vision. His hips snapped repeatedly into you, pushing everything out of the way and filling you up with only him. You could feel him so deep in you that the taste of his cock lingered on your tongue.

The force of his movements rattled the legs of the table and a few spice containers fell around you, but that didn’t seem important enough for him to stop his brutal force.

A long fuck shaped groan left his throat, the dirty noise making your grip on his dick tighten.

“Fuck C-Carmy” You breathed out with wavering strength.

He separated from your neck long enough to admire how beautiful you looked under him. Baby hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead and rubies decorated your freckled cheeks. Your eyes were blown wide and brows knit together as you took in every of his firm thrusts. He could see the soft bounce of your breasts under your thin shit and he could only dream of what he would do with them when you had more time.

“W-what” You asked him when you caught him staring longingly at you.

His movements slowed down but didn’t stop fully, only enough to take in the full view of your glowing skin and panting chest.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He sighed and a breathy laugh vibrated softly against your joined bodies.

 He pulled you into a soft kiss, savoring the taste of the heated moment and categorizing it under one of the best things he had placed upon his tongue. A sharp gasp ripped from your chest when he snapped his pelvis deep into you, hitting a specific spot that left you a mumbling mess under his tips. He did it again, just to see you fall apart at his touch, head falling back and gasping for air. 

Carmy found the whole experience extra corporeal and as if something had gained total control of his body, his hands carried your thighs higher up and pressed them to your chest, each socked foot resting on his broad shoulders. You took your nails from his back and rested both pals behind you, keeping you upright. Then he angled himself to where he felt a soft stop inside you and began to snap his hips against it.

The sensation was so strong you could barely mutter his name. You felt him everywhere, so deep you could feel him up your throat, in your bloodstream and every individual cell in your body. Your skin burned to the touch and nothing other than him pounding ruthlessly against you made sense in your mind. He was fucking you stupid, pulse beating in your navel and eyes covered in blinding stars.

You tried to let him know, warn him even, but nothing other than his name fell like prayer beads from your heaving lips. You squeezed your cunt around him and a small falter in his actions gave you some room to breathe.

“Fuck I-I can’t, Car-Carmy I'm gonn-” You struggled, waiting for the air to reach your lungs, but it was all tainted by the smell of sex and him.

“Let go, baby, let go” He cooed between moans.

And it was all you needed to hear to finally lose yourself completely to his touch. The smacking noise grew louder as he gripped your thighs with one arm around them, then the other traveled between you, placing his thumb above your swollen clit and pushing down in insistent circles. 

The pressure in the base of your belly ultimately broke with a snap and an uncontained moan painted the walls of the empty kitchen in a lilac hue. Your vision blurred as tears of bliss gathered under your eyelids and your body floated into nothingness. Your walls pulsed around his dick with two more thrusts and that was enough for him to follow you down the rabbit hole of your joined orgasm. A choked growl vibrated in his chest and streaks of red crawled their way up his neck and buried at his cheeks with his release.

His grip on your legs loosened when he used his hands to steady his weight against the table, and let them fall carefully around his waist as he catched his breath. With his head hanging low, he pecked small kisses to your exposed skin. Your head hanging back with eyes shut, trying to enjoy the last ripples of pleasure turning into shallow waves. One of your hands caressed up his sweaty skin and buried into the tangled mess of his hair lovingly.

A soft pleased smile covered his features, closed eyelashes feathering lightly against yours. His large palm rested beside your still trembling thigh, soft thumb rubbing calming circles and a small chuckle left his lips.

“It was fuckin’ Richie, wasn’t it?” He asked, breaking the pleasant blissful silence you had sat in for however long it took to settle your raging heartbeats.

You nodded in response with your own small laugh and heard him mumble a ‘Fuckin’ Richie’, raising his head and looking lovingly into your glossed over eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll just tell everyone he’s the reason I quit so they hate him for a little while.” You whispered and a beautiful sound left his lips.

It was a soft relaxed sighed laugh, the kind you don’t have to force and that vibrates directly from your chest out, brightening the space around you. Your chest tightened at the melodious sound and your brows scrunched up in awe when he finally opened his eyes again. The ever present line of worry above his brows was gone, leaving behind only the tint of rich aquamarine and sapphire blues.

Chapter 5.

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne and that’s it lmao

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Hi!! I loved your Hazbin character proposal headcanons for Lucifer, Alastor and Vox! I was wondering if you could do the same for Angel dust x gn! reader and how Angel thinks about the idea of marriage and how he would propose? Thank you love!!❤️

Uhh- ABSOLUTELY I WILL- DONT GOTTA ASK ME TWICE 💛💛

The support in my last two writings was OVERWHELMING- I have a ton of stuff saved in my drafts that I’m finishing up, so more is to come. But I’ll never turn down an opportunity to write more fluffy scenarios.

They heal my soul— ANYWAYS, I hope you enjoy~ I had so much fun writing this- this is my first time writing AngelDust, so bear with me!

AngelDust x GN!Reader

~Marriage proposal~

Warnings‼️: Mentions of past trauma, established relationship, mentions of harassment, working for the V’s, swearing, fluff, Gn!reader, toxic work environment, mentions of Valentino?? I think that’s it?

~Not proofread~

Angel Dust:

The thought of marriage very much unsettled AngelDust.

Sure, on the inside, Angel was a complete sap. He loved pure sentiments, mushy couple clichés, the thought of loving somebody as much as his heart and soul would allow.

It all made Angel’s heart skip.

But in his head, all of that was just fairytales. Stuff he only saw on screen. The real thing was ugly.

Messy, uncomfortable, and painful. Throughout his life and throughout hell, romance didn’t come as pure and joyous.

It came as rough, forceful, and sad. So he threw his hopes and dreams of being swept off his feet to happily ever after out the window.

Besides, it threw off his entire persona of who he was in Hell! His face was on every other build-board, showing off a lewd expression or erotic poses.

It’s who sinners knew him as. AngelDust. The porn demon who fell for Valentino’s tricks.

You were a film assistant, not exactly an actor/actress, but you did more work behind the scenes.

You helped AngelDust with makeup, scripts, costumes (that were absolutely useless in your opinion when most got torn to shreds during filming)

You were there to offer water to him, a rag when needed, overall you were pretty much a silent helping hand. An oddly comforting presence for Angel.

Whenever you would help Angel with production, he would find a sense of relief knowing he wouldn’t be rushed or harassed before working. He could sit in comfortable silence with you or rant about his long day.

You didn’t speak back a lot to Angel, only giving occasional hums of acknowledgement, or quiet directions for helping put on his makeup.

You weren’t trying to be rude or anything, you just knew that Angel needed a listening ear more than anything.

The first time Angel heard you add to his ranting was when Angel was telling a story about Valentino. One of his favorites to tell, when the moth man couldn’t count up the cash Angel had just earned for him, despite it only being three bills.

At the mention of the overlords name you mumbled a quiet, ‘blind moth bitch’ under your breath, that clearly caught Angel off guard, as he stopped his rambling immediately.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment and you fear for a moment that you crossed a boundary. That fear quickly fades when AngelDust bursts out into a fit of belly laughs and snorts.

His laughter was so contagious.

You find yourself giggling, then full on wheezing along with Angel.

You can barely finish his makeup properly that day because of the back and forth banter the two of you engaged in. Constantly in a fit of giggles or telling stories about a certain moth overlord.

Angel and you exchanged numbers after that interaction and the rest was history.

From that moment on you and Angel were texting almost everyday despite if you saw each other.

Texting turned into routine late night phone calls and occasional hang outs outside of work.

Sure, Angel would slip into his flirty persona every so often, but you had a way of bringing who he really was out.

And to Angel, it was scary, but it also felt amazing. To have somebody see him.

But Angel had walls he had built up over years and years that he had worked hard to keep stable and it would take time to tear those down.

It took time to build trust and to know you were there for no ill intent, just to be his friend and enjoy his company.

To be there for who he was and not who he had been made to be.

It was a long process getting Angel to open up to you, for you to tear down the brick walls he had surrounded himself in.

To Angel, it felt like you had done it so easily. It felt like you could see right through him!

Did Angel feel those fuzzy bubbly feelings towards you because of this? Of course he did. Was he 100 percent going to ignore them? Absolutely.

Love isn’t easy, that’s what he always knew. Yet it felt so easy to love you and that slightly terrified him.

He tried to bury his feelings for you. He cared too much about your guys’ friendship to attempt to peruse anything romantic at first.

He appreciated the friendship you guys had too much for that.

So the beginning of what you guys had together was definitely a situationship in my eyes.

Mutual pining at its best baby.

However, gossip was popular in the studio. So if one person finds out about your crush on Angel, or his crush on you, EVERYONE knows.

Once the information gets back to either one of you, depending on who got outed, you guys talk it out and decide to give a relationship a shot.

You guys aren’t really fond on telling other sinners your an item,

(Can you imagine if that information got out to Valentino?? Oh boy-)

But you most definitely aren’t ashamed to be with each other. Angel LOVES romance. He’s a sucker for it.

Cheesy love notes, bouquets of flowers, chocolates, dates, picnics, movie nights, etc.

Any mushy gushy thing on the list is all there babes.

One of Angel’s love languages is quality time. So while you guys aren’t particularly all over each other at the studio, any moment in private together you have is cherished.

Whether it’s sitting in comfortable silence cuddling with you or going out to a club together, spending time with you is important to him.

Regarding Angel’s job, you understand it’s still something he has to do. While you’re not a fan on how he’s treated, he is under a soul binding contract. There was nothing you could really do about that.

Besides, you worked for the V’s as well. It was a sticky situation.

You could only be there for him as he was there for you. Through the ups and downs that the Overlords put you two through, you guys supported each other the best you could.

Now, the thought of marriage to Angel had popped up in his head a few times. It honestly gave him the jitters.

A sort of nervous excitement. Intense anxiety that he couldn’t place in the category of positive or negative.

He knew he loved you of course. More than anything. He’d sell his soul all over again if it were for you.

But in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the thought of this all being too good to be true. You were in Hell after all. Couldn’t all be cupcakes and rainbows.

Communication was important in your guys’ relationship, so Angel did bring up this topic to you once or twice.

You could always tell how much it stressed Angel out whenever he brought up the topic, assuming it made him wildly uncomfortable.

You always made sure to reassure him that no matter what, you would be his, even if you didn’t wear a pretty halo on your finger to represent that.

And each time you gave your reassurance, he would cover your face with kisses, showering you in affections for your understandings.

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When Angel told you about moving into Charlie Morningstar’s little hotel, you were a bit skeptical. But hey, anything was better than staying with the V’s 24/7.

It was a sort of escape. Of course you didn’t take the Princess’s cause too seriously, but she gave the both of you a place to crash rent free, so you played nice.

Besides, the hotel was a place you and Angel could be more open about your guys’ relationship. It opened a new world you guys didn’t have back at the studio’s in a toxic work environment.

It felt more domestic. It felt comforting. It was more private and intimate for you guys. It felt like the two of you were taking your relationship to the next level.

But moving was a hassle.

Having to haul all of yours and Angel’s belongings into one hotel room seemed impossible and was exhausting.

Especially with Angel’s extensive wardrobe and his pampered pigs lavish lifestyle.

(Seriously, that pig had a bedazzled water bowl)

You had just arrived back at the hotel from grabbing the last of your belongings.

Hauling the box down the hallway, your door feeling like it was getting further away as you dragged your feet down the extensive hallway.

You fish your key out of your pocket while balancing the box against the wall and atop your knee, trying not the drop it.

You fiddle with the lock, slowly turning the key counterclockwise, then pushing down the door handle. You bump the door open with your hip, letting the box crash to the floor with unintended aggression.

Looking around the room, you’re confused when you don’t see your partner right away, he was meant to be at the hotel still. Perhaps he was downstairs and you had missed him.

You close the door but hear the sound of paper crinkling and soft crunching.

Your heart nearly skips a beat when you see Fat Nuggets on your shared bed, eating fresh flowers that were laid there. He’s clearly enjoying himself, not a care in the world as he munched away at the beautiful bouquet that was no doubt meant for you. It had all your favorites arranged beautifully while Fat Nuggets saw it as a free buffet.

You’re quick to wrap your hand around the pigs torso, pulling him back from the bouquet. You grab the greenery with your other hand, lifting it off the bed away from the troublemaker, who was letting out dissatisfied squeals, upset he didn’t get to finish his snack.

You scold the pig, looking at the damage he had done to the gift your lover had gotten you. You frown a bit, feeling bad that it was a bit ruined, but nonetheless, your heart melts at the gesture. Seeing as Angel went out of his way to get you a gift with no special occasion in mind.

The pig squirms in your hand, that’s when you notice something foreign around his neck. Anxiety shoots through you and you’re quick to drop the flowers, trying to coax the pig into allowing you to take off whatever was on him.

Fat Nuggets put up a bit of a fight, annoyed at the sudden tussle you had started with him, but you succeeded in pulling off the piece of twine that was wrapped around his neck. Once it’s off, you release him, mumbling an apology to the pig as he retreats to his plush pet bed.

You sigh, adrenaline high falling as you hold the piece of twine in your hands. You look down at it, assuming it was part the bouquet he was feasting on.

When examining it, you see a piece of silver/gold tied in the middle. You pick up the band, twisting it to look at it from each angle. When it dawns on you what it actually is, you don’t have time to react.

Your lover is now walking into the room, holding a bag of your guys’ favorite takeout in one hand and a gift box in his lower set of arms. His phone is pressed up against his ear with his one free hand and you can hear Cherri’s voice booming from the other side of the phone.

The two of you make eye contact and it becomes an intense staring contest for what feels like the rest of eternity. Cherri’s screaming fading into background noise while Angel’s face contorts into panic as he sees the display in front of him.

Torn flowers, a very grumpy pig in the corner, and ring gripped in your hand as if you were trying to hide the fact that you knew what was happening.

Without breaking his gaze from you, Angel hung up on Cherri. He finally looks away from you, trying to find anything to relieve the tension in the room.

“Soo.. uhh.. how much did Nugs tell ya?”

He asks nervously, sitting down next to you on the bed.

You stare at him dumbfounded for a moment.

Was he making a joke now of all times??

You can’t help but grin and snort, covering your mouth. You smack him lightly before laughing at what he had said. Tension completely melting away by your lovers remark.

Angel relaxes and smiles, adrenaline in his body still running high. He sets down the food he had brought in on the bedside table and the gift box on the ground.

He gently grabs your hand that held the ring tied in with twine, causing your laughter to calm down. You slowly open your hand, revealing the piece of jewelry. Angel slowly takes it from you.

Realization of what is happening dawns on this man WAY too late. He fidgets with the ring, trying to undo the twine from it, his fingers trembling slightly. He swears under his breath while trying to explain himself.

He stumbles over his words, explaining how this subject had been a constant in his mind for a long time now.

He knew you had said you would be fine without a ring, but he wanted to get you something special for staying with him. A symbol on your finger that you would always be his, whether you be near or far.

He didn’t want to be with anyone else. It was you and it was always going to be you.

His proposal was slightly awkward, butchered, and god was it cheesy.

But it didn’t fail to make you emotional. It was so intimate and personal. Despite it not going quite as Angel had planned, it was perfect in your eyes.

If you could have hearts in your eyes, you totally would

Angel fidgeted with the ring, unsure on what to say next. He started to ramble a bit, saying something along the lines of if it was too soon he would totally understand.

Which you respond by quickly plucking the ring away from him, and sliding it onto your finger. He looks at you, blinking a few times before blushing brightly at your acceptance.

You chuckle at his reaction, gently holding one set of his hands, and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips.

Angel melts into you, reciprocating your embrace and cupping up your face in his other set of hands.

You smile, leaning into your lover. Feeling absolutely enveloped by adoration.

Before the two of you can fall too much into each others embrace, you’re interrupted by the sound of curious snorts and snuffs.

The two of you pull away from each other, looking down to see Fat Nuggets with his head in the gift box Angel had brought into the room. His curled tail wagging away excitedly as if the gift was for him.

Angel bolts up, quickly lifting up the pet pig who lets out an alarmed squeal. You can’t help but laugh as Angel scolds Nugs, who had spoiled another surprise your partner had set out for you today.

Yeah.. this was something you could definitely get used to.

[shapelytimber]

Wdym it's been 5 months ? Anyway, here is the end of my little comic serie about this niche Skyrim mod

*Insert me 100%ing the 4th arc of the hit mod 'vigilant' for the elder scrolls V Skyrim with little difficulty having a grand ol' time*

I messed up my files so Teldryn divorced me while I was away ckgkckkc And you know what good for him, he got a cottage and a kid out of it

[PART 1] - [PART 2] - [PART 3]

[COMMISSIONS]

If you're interested in my thoughts about this mod, you can read that below (it's fucking long so I'm sparing you all just here for the art to have to scroll through all that) vvv

A fantastic mod for sure ! I had so much fun, the voice acting was (for the most part) quite impressive, the music !!!!!!!!! Excuse me who gave this mod permission to have this fucking banger of an ost ???? Loved the new environnements, and there was so much of them !! Especially in act 4, I felt that all the locations had a unique and gorgeous aesthetic (frankly it was the most fun I had doing dungeons in skyrim... the bar is on the floor tho- if I ever see another nordic tomb or draugr I'll not be responsible for my actions), and fucking impressive mise en scene.

And the fights were so fun ??? In skyrim ?? Incredible.

But I still have some problems with it- first let's get the elephant out of the room : act 1 and 2... Boy oh boy were they not so great- I get that the begining is a slow burn to 1) get to know the vigilants of stendar, and 2) drive home the fact that the vigilants are quite incompetent and stendar hates them. Ok this is cool ! And they definetly were some highlights, like with the story of the three kajiits (I'm not good with remembering names (forshadowing for later-)), the ending of act 1, and uuuuuuuhhhh underground windhelm looked sick in act 2 !

But the quests in general were not very fun, at least not fun enough to distract me from the parts of the scenario I understood- which were kind of sexist and not that interesting (the sexism doesn't get better with act 3 and 4 but at least I'm having fun)- like I don't expect great women characters, this is still a tes mod, and it definitly doesn't get to "the man writting this is a fucking creep and I'm not playing this any longer" territory... But all the women we interact with are either : prostitutes, mothers/wives, or abuse(it's nearly always rape) victims- like I don't really mind that the first quest is to track down a vampire prostitute who propose to show me her sweetrolls, but it gets pretty tiresome after a while (and kinda ridiculous, like do all the big musley men I'm fighting in act 4 have to angst about their wives ? Can't a big musley woman angst about her partner too...). The worst one is Lamae Bal. From the charadesign, to the dialogues with her, to her story- hated that.

And also we don't have much dialogue choices and ways to influence the story in these 2 (3) first acts. Which I understand like this is a lot of work for fan content, but it's such a stark contrast to act 4 it's a bit jaring.

But speaking of the story... I get this is a very thoughtful and well researched story. A lot of work reading the tes wiki as been done by the author... But I, on the other hand, did not read the entire extended lore wiki- and I admit I was not understanding any of it during Act 4. Like I got a general idea, and the epic, dramatic and emotional moments were still impactful ! But I really don't think the author did a great job getting the story accross, and the more the mod progress, the more this problem becomes relevant. The recuring problem of tes games is that they have really deep interesting lore that we rarely get to see in the games ; the problem of this mod is that we get presented with this lore as if we already knew it.

And after watching an explaination of the story, it's such a shame because it's really good !! And well written ! But I don't think I should need a youtube video to understand it...

Also omfg I am not good with names mod please- everything has like 2-3 different weird fantasy names (but it's never explained it's the same thing, and what the thing is is never explained-), there is a billion men characters with weird ass long names, and the mod expects me to remember them all 5-6 hours after they got killed ??? I don't remember them 5 seconds after I'm done talking to them-

But I had fun playing it, and that's what matters <3 and I'll never get other twink molag bal <3

Also, my mage dragonborn is even more op now omg I can summon an army of 8ft musle men + molag bal + Jyggalag ??? The only fight I had a bit of trouble with was Pelinal's, the rest got obliterated easily (by Pelinal) kgkgkfjfifb

I'll probably need to nerf Elaris at some point in the future-

[evillemons]

Which BTS members are most likely to be experienced in relationships and/or sex

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1. Jungkook - I just know this boy is fucking seven days a week. He’s too goddamn fine and too much of a tease; he knows his effect on people and I fully believe he uses it to his advantage. Didn’t one of the members say he has mattresses all over his house during a live? Do they expect us to believe he actually uses those for sleeping? Although I do think he’s still a romantic at heart and would be loyal to the one he loves at the end of the day, he really does enjoy indulging in spontaneous sex and experimentation, and has probably fallen victim to the wide availability of women that fame has presented him with.

2. SUGA - Yoongi has undergone the most dramatic change out of the members, and I see him as having been with a lot of women/men/other folk during his earlier years, both for casual sex and regular dating. He’s so nonchalant that if someone came onto him I don’t think he would turn anything down. Nowadays though, he seems to value authentic connections a lot more and probably only dates someone if he is truly serious about them.

3. Jimin - Sweet Jimin knows how to work his magic flirty charms on just about anyone. Even if he hasn’t had a lot of meaningful relationships, per se, he might’ve had plentiful experiences hooking up with people. Not necessarily sex, but makeout sessions, short flings, situationships etc. There may also have been a semi-serious relationship or two mixed in there, too.

4. RM - Namjoon is a complex one. He strikes me as a little girl crazy and desperate for love, but at the same time he holds very high standards for his partner and is quite selective. I see him engaging in casual sex maybe once or twice just to try it out or to release some steam, but ultimately not enjoying it. I also predict he had one or two long term serious girlfriends rather than many casual ones. The lesser likely scenario is that he has deceived all of us and is actually a huge fuckboy.

5. V - While he’s extremely experimental in the bedroom when in a relationship, he doesn’t strike me as the type to hook up with random women or date casually. On the contrary, he is an all or nothing kind of guy when it comes to romance and doesn’t fall for people easily. He’s loyal and a hopeless romantic. He might have an ex that he views as “the one that got away” that prevents him from dating other people.

6. j-hope - Truthfully, I see j-hope as borderline asexual. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him show romantic or physical interest in anyone. If he does date, however, it would be casual and low key, but committed. He’s not particularly serious about relationships, but not interested in casual sex or quick flings either. Maybe romance just isn’t a priority in his life and he’s focused on other things.

7. Jin - I put Jin at the bottom of the list because he is such a massive introvert that he probably doesn’t even go out enough to meet women. I have no doubt he would easily attract many people with his unreasonably handsome face and comedic sense of humor, but even so, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in dating anyways. If any of the members were to be with one person for their entire life, it would be Jin.

[khoipyan]

romantic floyd headcanons

where’s all the fun if everything’s boring? that’s why you’re stuck with floyd.

warnings; no major ones, all fluff here!

by the way, this is gender neutral (you/your pronouns only) and romantic. definitely not meant to be platonic at all! floyd and you are dating in his fic :)

notes; writers block appears, and i’m out of energy. i suddenly simp so very hard for my eel boy ever since his birthday and i start screaming and crying and magically start typing??? my fingers moved on their own???? so weird… anyways i will smile so hard abiyt floyd that wiklk wkadjk,cwejfi92nf9noid snsjaa fEWFGFG! HAIHDQ1! V!@E:L

floyd leech

starting off into your relationship, he’s very bold. floyd doesn’t believe in ‘dating stages’, why wait until a certain point to do a romantic gesture? unless you express your discomfort and show him that you want to take it slow, expect him to be dragging you through the halls while holding your hands on the very first day of dating.

gets all excited just thinking about you. if you both can’t meet up for specific reasons that day (like being busy, for example) he’ll get so giddy for the next time you guys meet. even if it’s tomorrow, he can’t hold in his excitement as he squeezes the life out of one of his pillows.

I like to think floyd does things like roll around his bed, or kick his feet subtly during class as he leans on his hand, daydreaming about romance scenarios between you and him.

hopeless romantic floyd? hear me out. under the sea, he's heard all the cheesy romance stories of humans and he found them interesting... and rather cute. he wishes to experience those stories he's heard. especially with you!... HOPELESS ROMANTIC FLOYD!

he likes to lean on you, regardless if you're shorter than him or not. you better not drop him to the ground! or he'll chase you around >:(

(woah i became a poet in that line)

clingy clingy clingy... so excited to see you during anytime that he'll literally push past people without a care, while running through the halls to jump into your arms! better have your arms WIIIDE open for him!

i think floyd is a bit more considerate when squeezing you. he'll definitely squeeze you a lot (and much more than anybody else) because you’re his significant other, but he's more gentle. it's still tight, but not in a suffocating way. in a soft, warm and kind way. if you're fragile, he'll make sure to be VERY gentle. what a good boy!

if harm comes your way, expect him to bother you about it (in a loving way). he hates seeing you so down, especially because something happened. if a specific situation was because of a certain student however… they won’t be bothering you again. ^_^

i think floyd loves headpats. it makes him feel warm inside, and when you rub his head… he’s already ascending.

i’m also a firm believer that floyd loves to squish your cheeks, even if your cheeks aren’t that squishy. he’ll find a way to squish your face anyways. however, if you squish HIS cheeks, he’ll just let you! doesn’t mind at all. i’d say that floyd has a squishable face :)

likes to sneak you free things at mostro lounge. complimentary drink, maybe a small snack… and a coupon for 25% off a meal. you question if floyd is even allowed to do this, though he tells you not to worry.

if he’s in a bad mood and you’re just sitting there (perhaps on a couch or something similar), expect him to flop down onto your lap. laying his head on your lap and looking up at your face already makes him feel much better (bonus points if you start playing with his hair)!

overall, floyd is a very loveable person. just be patient with him and he’ll make sure to do the same for you.

— due to be edited at anytime —

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Natural Woman

Summary: Dean catches Y/N dancing and singing in their bedroom, and loves the show.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut and fluff - smuff. Fingering, slight edging, unprotected P in V sex, brief oral mentioned (m receiving), Tiny smidge of angst if you squint. Lots of fluff, lip-syncing and singing.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 1,401

A/N: The other day I was listening to "Natural Woman" by Aretha Franklin, and it made me imagine this little scenario, and the idea seemed to fit with Dean and Y/N from:

An Unreliable Reflection

and

Show and Tell

So, I wrote it as a little conclusion for them. (For now, anyway.) You don't have to have read the other two parts, but it will make this part more enjoyable and make the fluff more meaningful, so I encourage you to read them first.

The beautiful dividers below and at the bottom were created by @talesmaniac89.

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Dean closed the thick, three hundred year old book, and slumped back in the library chair. He'd definitely read all he wanted to read for right now about the long history of pure blood werewolves in America. 

He rubbed his hand across his eyes and then over his scruffy cheeks, his rough fingers making a scratchy sound against his day's growth of whiskers. He looked around and wondered where Y/N had gotten to. She'd tired of their study session before he had (an incredibly rare occurrence) and had left an hour ago. She’d leaned over the back of his chair to wrap her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek as she left. 

"I'm gonna go do some laundry cause if I don't we'll both be going commando by tomorrow." She said as she stood up straight.

Dean had growled slightly and pulled her back down to kiss her more thoroughly and contemplate the fun torture he'd go through tomorrow if he knew the only thing beneath Y/N’s skirt was soft skin, and tantalizing, wet, heat. 

But Y/N had pulled away from him, laughing, and rushed away before he could deter her from her task any longer.

Now, Dean pushed out of the chair and set out to find her and complete his mission to completely derail her chores. 

She was no longer in the laundry room, so he set out for their bedroom. Y/N had officially moved into his bedroom a few months before, but in reality, she hadn't slept in her old room in over a year, since the night they finally admitted to each other how they felt, and Dean was able to make her understand just how hot she truly was, how desperately he wanted her, and how deeply he loved her. 

The last fourteen months he’d been with Y/N, Dean had felt happier and more satisfied with his life than he had in decades. Granted there were whole portions of his brain dedicated to the fear of losing her and he'd spent the equivalent of months of time worrying that he was going to get her hurt somehow, or that someone or something was going to rip her away from him.

But he fought against all of it. He loved Y/N too much to be a coward. So, he forced himself to believe they had all of forever ahead of them and tried to just allow himself to revel in her love. 

As he neared their bedroom door he could hear music pouring out. After listening for a moment, he recognized Aretha Franklin's full, slightly raspy vocals. The Queen of Soul was singing the virtues of feeling like a Natural Woman. With a wide smile, Dean pushed open the bedroom door and felt his heart lift and his body harden at the sight that greeted him.

Their bed was covered in half-folded laundry, and standing in the middle of the room was Y/N, lip-syncing into a hairbrush, clad only in a pair of pink-striped, boy cut panties and a white tank top. She was turned slightly away from him, so she didn’t see him immediately, but he could still make out every curve of her body, still see that her full breasts were obviously unencumbered by a bra, the dark outline of her nipple visible through the thin material. 

Every inch of her was a mouth-watering temptation as she mouthed the lyrics.

I didn't know just what was wrong with me

Till your kiss helped me name it

Now I'm no longer doubtful

Of what I'm livin' for

And if I make you happy

I don't need to do more

As the verse ended, something alerted her to his presence, and she gave a small start, her hands flying to her chest for a moment, before the chorus hit, and she tossed her brush aside and, pointing at Dean, sang to him in full voice while her hips swayed mesmerizingly.

'Cause you make me feel

You make me feel

You make me feel

Like a natural woman

Dean's grin was wide and happy as he walked towards Y/N and pulled her into his arms to sway with her as Aretha's voice smoothed out into the slightly slower bridge. Y/N continued to sing the lyrics to him, her eyes shining up at him with the truth of the words.

Oh baby, what ya done to me

Made me feel so good inside

And I just wanna be close to you

You make me feel so alive

As Y/N sang to him, Dean slipped his hands down over her ass and pushed her tightly against the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans, making her gasp in the middle of a lyric. Which in turn, made Dean grin wickedly.

As the final choruses of the song played, Dean walked Y/N backwards to the bed, and then, with his hands on the backs of her thighs, he pulled her legs out from under her and tumbled her back onto the bed, making a mess out of the pile of clean laundry.

Y/N ended her singing with a squeal and a full-throated laugh. "You idiot!" She chastised breathlessly as Dean immediately moved his mouth to her breast, wetting her nipple through the thin cotton and feeling it pucker in his mouth. 

"I'm gonna have to refold everything." She ended her complaint on a soft moan as Dean eased his hand under the waistband of her panties and dipped a finger into her folds to press perfectly against the button hidden there.

Dean ignored her concern and raised himself back up to her lips, kissing her deeply, sucking away her oxygen as he moved his thumb to take over the teasing circles against her clit, so he could push two fingers inside her slowly. The way her body responded, clenching around him and soaking his hand as he pumped in and out of her, had him moaning along with her.

Her flushed face and the little whimpers that were escaping her lips as he pressed on the soft, spongy spot inside her, drove him mad, and his body was aching to slam into hers and find his release.

But he was enjoying her pleasure too much, so he continued to tease her, repeatedly bringing her to the brink and then easing off. He watched her writhing beneath his hand, head pressed into the mattress, hands flailing slightly, and knocking clothes onto the floor, as she tried to grab onto something and tether herself to reality. 

But Dean wanted her to lose that grip on the earth, and fall into the abyss. So finally, he pushed against her sweet spot over and over, sending her tumbling over the edge at last. As he watched her face spasm with electric pleasure, he couldn't stop himself from bucking against her hip.

And suddenly the need to bury himself to the hilt inside her was too overpowering and he ripped her panties off and wrenched his jeans and underwear down his hips.

He slammed into her as the last waves of her orgasm were rippling through her, hitting her g-spot with the head of his cock and pulling a scream from her lungs as she fell again, clenching like a vice around his cock and causing him to spill into her, hot and thick, after barely a half dozen thrusts. 

Dean fell on top of her, loving the feel of her soft, supple body giving way beneath him. 

When he could breathe again, he finally found the energy to roll off of her, but she just rolled with him, so that she ended up sitting astride him, their bodies still joined. His soft cock hardened slightly inside her as she rolled her hips against him. 

Y/N dug her rounded fingernails into the muscles of his chest and made him harden further, and buck up into her. 

He groaned desperately and bit into his bottom lip as his heart hammered against his ribs. "Jesus woman," he warned, gripping her hips tightly, "you tryna kill me?"

As Dean shouted out his pleasure, Y/N pulled off of him with a pop and licked her lips.

Y/N's smile was wicked and calculating as she climbed off him so she could slide down his body and take his cock into her mouth.

"Naturally."

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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hii!! i love your monster au! fic with mini!Yuu and i kinda just have this scenario in my head

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Mini!Yuu getting in a tight or shallow space for comfiness or because being a normal curious human child going anywhere it wants to is a cute trait

but the thing is, Ruggie have to push or put a cabinet or aparato where mini!Yuu was in, trapping them or crushing them between once he successfully put the cabinet in place not noticing the kid inside the small gap (since mini!Yuu is a kid here, they're pretty hard to notice since they smol and i think monster versions of the boys are bit bigger than their normal versions)

mini!Yuu just not saying anything and letting Ruggie almost crush them with the cabinet because... because mini!Yuu doesn't think of the consequences very well just wanting to mind their own business in the little tight comfort space so to let Ruggie do his own work and not bother him

Jack's eye caught the sitting child scooting over for the littlest space they have to make more for the cabinet to be placed underneath or also about to get squashed by it

Jack yells at Ruggie about mini!Yuu being between almost making him stumble and letting go of the cabinet

"Yuu!? what are you doing in there!?" Ruggie put the heavy thing down and pick up mini!Yuu from the gap

when Leona found out, he lectured the kid and asked them why they didn't say anything about being in there, they could've been in danger, and AHAHAHA mini!Yuu just shrugging at him making him scold at the kid more

after that they bought them ice cream and warned Yuu to never do that agajn

(i hope this make sense and thats all lol i hope you keep up the monster au ficlets because i myself love them and i am looking forward to reading more of it❤️❤️)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I love this so much!!!! >u< 💞💞💞💞

Honestly, little kids do the darndest things and get into the weirdest places you can possibly find them. My mom told me how when I was little, I would fall asleep anywhere and everywhere: on the floor, in a laundry basket with a barrel full of pretzels, on the back of a recliner like a cat, and one time they couldn't find me anywhere. Turned out I somehow managed to get into a box underneath this old fashioned lawn chair that had very narrow gaps and sat low to the ground, so to this day my mom has no clue how the hell I managed to even get into that box, let alone what made them decide to look under the chair 😂

......wait, does this mean I'm more cat than faun? 0.o What am I?! D:

*-cough-*

Anyway, thank you for sharing this little scenario! It was fun to read and I loved it! :D (you're also correct in that because the monster boys are bigger, so is everything else in their world) I'm also glad that you enjoyed the fic I wrote too! I'll be sure to add more fics in the future, and I've already got a few planned~! >wO There shall be mountains of cuteness in this here blog! As well as comfort of course because sometimes there might be sad moments. U.U

Thanks again for sharing! I'd love to hear more if you or anyone else thinks of any other scenarios you wanna share! >v<

[izzy-b-hands]

15 QUESTIONS FOR 15 FRIENDS

Tagged by @sherlockig, thank u Alexz!!

Under the cut bc I got wordy and rambly as per usual lol.

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Kind of? In that I more or less named myself after Izzy from our flag lol. Not that I'm going to tell everyone I meet that, but it is a big part of why I stuck with it after trying it out (that, and I've always wanted a name that had the letter zed in it, silly as that may seem.)

One of my middle names (that I had been using as a first name for a few years) is after my grandfather and aunt who also have that name as their middle name.

My deadname was after an actress famous in the 90s (tho tbh my mum apparently didn't choose it for that, she chose it bc she didn't find out my gender until I was Out and then was like 'aw fuck I don't have a name for this situation' and went with the first one she saw in a book of names a nurse gave her. It was only after that she remembered the actress when I was like. 4. that she changed and started telling ppl it was after that instead.)

And technically Holden is after the book character, but mum never actually read that book (and after I described it to her, said she has no interest in doing so lmao), she just liked how the name sounded and that was the one solitary name she for sure had on hand when I was born apparently. Could have saved us all time had she just used that one for me anyway!

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

Couple of nights ago. I'm doing better abt missing my cat Nisha, but my phone will toss up compilations of pics of her to mark the year/month/etc and sometimes those still get me. It popped up just before I went to bed that night and I was already so tired that I just. broke down. Bc I know she's v loved and looked after w/my mum, but I do miss her goofy lil self a lot. She was my first cat that was given to me and meant to be mine alone, and there's something abt that first pet bond I guess.

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

Nope, and it's not a likely thing for me. I've said before that that happening would be in a very specific situation, wherein I'm with someone who wants to dedicate the rest of our lives to raising a child, or god forbid more than one, tho I think I'd max out at two if I managed one at all tbh (and that's not even getting into the very complex for me thing of would I want to actually be pregnant ever (probably not, absolutely terrified of dying in childbirth and don't see myself getting over that easily), we have the funds to make that happen (and give the kid a good life, not just a decent one or 'could have been worse' like my own), and we feel stable mentally, emotionally, and physically (as much as one can outside of Life Happening of course) bc having a kid means putting allll of that first for them, ahead of yourself. Or at least I think it should mean that lol.

But that situation is incredibly unlikely considering my bigger goal in life is to wind up being a third for multiple couples while also fucking any of my friends who are down for it in a big poly ENM sort of thing for lack of better/more detailed definition (I know it sounds unrealistic and maybe it is to a degree, almost definitely is lol.)

I can admit I just. don't want to uproot the life I've been trying so hard to build for myself in so many ways, to have kids. I'll happily help babysit the kids of any friends tho and be the fun uncle that buys them junk food and lets them stay up late to watch movies. I think that's about the level of parenting of any kind that I can handle for now (also tbh I burned out on parenting bc my family admits they parentified the fuck outta me with my three younger cousins. It by far could have been worse, but I spent my teens spending most of my days after school helping look after them from the newborn years and on. Unless my above uber specific scenario happens, then I've probably had my fill of parenting for my lifetime.)

4. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

I played volleyball for a few years in elementary school, and we were made to participate in a multi-school track and field thing for most of middle school every year, but I was never amazing at them. Housemate and I have figured out I likely have undiagnosed asthma tho (turns out running or going out in too cold or hot weather shouldn't instantly make you gasp, struggle to breathe, and make you taste iron in your mouth, who the fuck knew? Not me, genuinely) so I think that might have a lot to do with it.

I also enjoy tennis and badminton and would love to try rugby, but I've never played any of those beyond a hobby with family/friends.

5. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

I do! Probably too much and not always in the best situations, but I've been working for years to hone when and where it should be used so I think/hope I'm a lot better with it than I was when I was younger. Tho even then, I did get adults who found it funny when I was sarcastic bc of how adult I seemed to a lot of them (their words, not mine lmao.)

6. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

I genuinely don't know. Usually I'm too busy running my script for meeting new ppl in my head and trying to maintain Common and Expected Etiquette to really notice much right away. I have found that after a bit of time/after the initial meeting has passed, I tend to notice colours ppl wear more often than others if I see them often enough, or hair colour. But I don't know if it counts towards this question at that point lol.

7. WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?

Kinda blueish grey? Some ppl say it's too grey to be blue, others that it's too blue to be grey. I had a lady at the ND DOT freak out abt not being sure if I should have blue or grey on my ID a few years back, and she finally just told me to put blue so 'she could stop feeling so confused.' Was a weird day and the first time I realised apparently they really do have a blend of both colours, enough for it to be upsetting lmao.

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

I can't choose between the two; I like both! I also like mixing them together when I write (a scary story with a happy ending, an ending that seems happy but is actually terrifying, so on and so forth.)

9. ANY TALENTS?

Writing? Maybe, I always list it bc it's something I know how to do and to (usually) do decently well. I can sort of draw? But not well enough that I think 'talented' would be accurate to describe how I draw lol. I'm not sure of anything else off the top of my head tbh.

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

In California, USA! We were there bc dad was in basic training for the Marines and then just got stuck at Camp Pendleton for years lmao (or that's how he always talks abt it anyway lmao.) Only was actually there until either: a. I was 3 months old, b. I was 6 months old or c. I was actually basically still a fresh newborn. Depends on whether you're talking to my dad, mum, or grandparents as to which answer you get, and at this point I'm genuinely uncertain as to exactly when mum left and took me to North Dakota but 6 months seems the most potentially accurate lmaooo.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

Writing, drawing, reading (not enough but I'm trying to remedy that), napping, watching movies/fave shows, and giffing.

12. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?

Kind of? My cat Nisha had to stay in North Dakota after I moved, so my mum and her bf are looking after her now (and got her a little sister, a kitten who is getting so big already!, named Bella.) I help Housemate look after aer two cats as well, and I'd like to think the boys consider me like their fun uncle lol (aka I bend over backwards for them and let them steal my spot on the couch all the time, and will break out the treats if needed to corral them now and then. In my defense: they are the cutest lil baby boy cats and they deserve the world, even when they're being little gremlins lmao.)

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

Approximately somewhere between 5'3 and 5'4ish? I can't recall the last time I was actually measured, and most of the ppl I've been around were somewhere between those heights and I'm usually either slightly shorter or slightly taller than some of them, so??? I put 5'3 on my ID tho lol

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

English bc it was easy and I liked almost everything we did in that class. All my general and more specific history courses were a close second, and my foreign language classes a close third.

15. DREAM JOB?

Ideally, I'd love to not have to work. But who wouldn't, so that said, probably something in a library or museum. I'd love to be a library page again, or help work the front desk/docent duties of a museum. Working at someplace like Mystic Seaport would be amazing too; I'd be happy to learn how to help repair/repaint ships that come in or just help do tours or look after artifacts and stuff (tbh they could hire me just to type up any random data entry work they need done for any/all depts and I'd say yes to the job offer lol.) Unfortunately there's fairly significant roadblocks to me achieving any of these jobs rn, but I like to keep them in mind, just in case.

Also, if I can have one dream job that would be even more unlikely and is slightly TMI probably but: paid third for a rich couple. I show up, look nice, [redacted], make sure they're both good for the night, then go back home to Housemate (if it wouldn't be a night they'd want me to stay over, which I wouldn't be against but also. That would require some overtime pay lol.) The chances of this one are...so unlikely it's stupid funny, but a man's allowed to have dreams right lmao?

Tagging (if u guys wanna, no obligation if u don't wanna/have already been tagged/etc!!): @starmoonchildfromthebeamsabove, @freebooter4ever, @willowenigma, @turtleduck-tales, @mash1972, @mysteriouslybluepirate, @turtles-on-turts, @cononeillbreastingboobily, @treesofgreen, @dianetastesmetal, @arsenicflame, @gydima, @king-bussy, @p0ochy, @crvwly, and anyone else following me who wants to!

[jayfortheday]

hii... i love your writing! could i request a scenario where the reader (male) is vance's best friend and vance is crushing on him but is scared to admit it so he acts way more "bro-like" with him but then drunkenly confesses at a party or something? it's ok if it's not your style love your work anyway! have a good day!

More Than Your Friend (Vance Hopper)

Pairing: Vance Hopper x M!Reader (romantic)

Word count: 1183

Description: At a party, Vance drunkenly confesses he likes his best friend, Y/N

Tags: parting, underage drinking, blood, slight internalized homophobia, confession, drunk confession, referenced homophobia, crying

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“Come on man, it’ll be fun,” Vance assured you as he led you to a stranger’s house. One of Vance’s friends had told him about a party he had heard about around school and invited Vance and you to tag along. 

“If you say so,” you shrugged, following behind Vance, looking around at the houses in the neighborhood. 

“I do say so,” Vance smiled, his eyes now landing on a house with cars out front and loud music coming from inside. “Here we go.” You looked up at the house and then back down to Vance. This will be fun, you told yourself. I’ll have fun. 

Vance motioned for you to follow him into the house, giving a nod to the assumed host as he passed him. 

“Alright, let's get this shit started,” Vance laughed as he found his way to the drink table. Vance grabbed two cans of shitty, cheap beer and handed one to you. You didn’t particularly want it, but you took it anyway. You opened the can and slowly sipped at it, despising the taste, while Vance happily drank the whole can in one go. 

“Shit dude,” you marveled at Vance’s ability to drink anything and everything. Vance cheered and crushed the can in his hand, tossing it to the side and grabbing another one. “Just don’t pass out on me, I don’t wanna have to drag you home.”

“Ha, I can handle my alcohol perfectly fine, dipshit,” Vance assured you, bumping his can against yours in a toast. You rolled your eyes and followed him as he entered the main crowd of the party. You continued to sip at your drink, trying to hide your face as you tasted it, as Vance walked around greeting people and getting more drinks. On the radio in the living room, you began to hear the intro to a familiar song.

“Dude, is this Sweet?” Vance asked happily, making his way over to the radio. “I fucking love this shit!” You made a small noise of surprise as Vance grabbed you by the wrist to pull you to the center of the living room to dance. 

Vance was never particularly good at dancing, per se, but you loved it every time he did. Vance danced wildly to the music, his hair bouncing as he moved. You could see the red blush of alcohol on Vance’s cheeks and you suspected that was why he grew so bold. Vance normally hated dancing in public. 

“One quick second,” Vance was near slurring his words. “I’m gonna get another drink, stay right here.”

“You sure that’s a good idea?” You asked, looking at Vance’s current state. “You look pretty out of it.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s just one more,” Vance said, brushing you off. 

“No, V, come on, I think you’ve had enough,” you responded, trying to sound authoritative. 

“I’m fine, a drink or two won’t hurt,” Vance assured you as he began to walk towards the kitchen. However, the alcohol in Vance’s system was clearly too much. As Vance walked forward, he tripped on the edge of the carpet and fell to the floor, his face hitting the wood with a small thud.

“Oh shit, hey man, you good?” You asked hurriedly as you rushed up to Vance to help him up. 

“Ah, fuck, ow,” Vance mumbled, reaching up to feel his nose, which was now starting to leak blood. 

“Come on,” you sighed, extending your hand to help Vance stand. “I figured this would happen at some point tonight.” Vance took your hand, clearly a little embarrassed, and allowed you to lead him to the bathroom. You tapped another party-goer on the shoulder and asked if he knew where the bathroom was. He laughed a little at Vance’s current state, but pointed down a nearby hallway and said it was the first door on the left. You thanked him and led Vance by his hand down the hallway, knocking on the door to make sure the bathroom was empty. 

You opened the door and thrust Vance inside, locking the door behind the pair of you. 

“Alright, take a seat,” you said, gesturing to Vance while you looked in the medicine cabinet for something you could you. Vance sat on the toilet lid and turned to face you, waiting for you to attend to his injuries. 

“First of all,” you started, grabbing a piece of toilet paper and wiping the blood off Vance’s face. You lifted his chin so he was looking towards you and gently ran the paper over the bottom half of his face. Blood ran from his nose to dripping off his chin and left a red stain behind even after you had cleaned it. 

Vance’s eyes were wide as he watched you and you noticed his blush deepen as your fingers ran over his lips. 

“Something wrong?” You asked when you saw his cheeks turn a darker red than they already were. Vance opened his mouth, but then closed it again like he was unsure of what he should say. Vance’s eyes relaxed to their drunken, half-lidded state and he smiled at you.

“You look really pretty right now,” he said with a drunken laugh at the end of his compliment. You felt your face flush and you avoided looking into his gaze. 

“Shut up, you’re drunk,” you mumbled, continuing to wipe the blood from Vance’s stained skin. 

“Nah, even when I’m not drunk, you always look pretty,” Vance confided, the volume of his voice low so only you could hear. 

You knew Vance was drunk, that he probably didn’t know what he was saying and that he certainly wouldn’t remember tomorrow. It hurt though. You had had a crush on Vance for years now, and here he was, calling you pretty like it was nothing. 

“I think I’ve liked you since I met you, you’re amazing, Y/N,” Vance said, leaning forward to close some of the distance between you. “I know I’m not supposed to, but it feels so easy when it’s just us. I wish I could love you without it being strange or bad. I wanna be with you, like how the other boys are with their girlfriends. I wish I knew how to tell you that.”

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about telling me, V,” you smiled as you cleaned the last of the blood off Vance’s face. “What you will have to worry about is leaning back and holding your nose shut.”

Vance obediently leaned back and held his nose closed as he continued to look at you. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” Vance whispered, and you could see the beginnings of tears in his eyes. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you assured him. “I…I love you too, V, have for quite a while now.” Vance’s expression changed to a wide smile and a couple of tears spilled out of his eyes. 

“I think you’ll have to remind me of all this shit when I’m sober,” Vance giggled, leaning his head back against the wall.

“Gladly,” you grinned in response.

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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed! I wrote this hunched over in the library, hoping no one would notice I was writing fanfiction for tumblr, please enjoy the fruits of my sacrifice

[ria-writes-stories]

Falling in love?

Genre: Romance, Cotton Description: Since this is just ep 3, the romance is not yet there much, it's not that strong, it is sparkling, but not intensively, so I did my best to portrait that, my apologises if this is not what y'all expected. Plot: take this as a paralel to that Vizzy fic I wrote Ship: Nuzi

Note: Brought to you by me, requested by @esmalove2 (I am still nervous about requests, I have bad experiences with them, so please don't feel upset if there isn't an 'Requests open' button yet). ----------------------

(No one's pov) Uzi stood outside of the colony leaning against door one, holding herself as she sighed heavily. The prom was a disaster, I mean, it was a social gathering, of course it was a disaster! She was a social outcast after all! But… it hurt, in a way, to think that there was someone who could help her get a grasp of things, being right there in front of her and then slipping away from her fingers. It was really irritating and frustating.

Uzi sighed, the feeling of helplessness refusing to leave her, and yet, "Uzi? Are you ok?" There was still someone to remind her that she wasn't all that alone. "I'm fine. Stop asking!" The girl snapped in her usual manner, altough she was probably still angry with what has happened, as the last statement N heard from her before this was 'I HATE THIS PLACE!!!!' and yeah, she had all the reasons to, but let's not get depresso when we can have an expresso espresso.

"Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be inside? Dancing?" "N, the prom is over, the moment V got in, it was over, no one's gonna go back to that room, plus, it's in ruins, what's the point anyway? Besides, it sucks." Uzi said dismissively as she crossed her arms over her chest.

N didn't know what to do or help her in this case scenario, that night was…a lot for the both of them but, they finally got back together after so long, and he was afraid of loosing any more time by not spending it with her. "Well, we could maybe still go, I mean- If you want to that is, hahah, you know, as, dapper buddies." N said with his usual nervous laughter as he rubbed the back of his neck not knowing what else to do or say. It was a real shame, he was all dressed up and so was her, so why let it all go to waste? Uzi looked at him unsure of the proposal, but after a moment of hesitation she groaned and mumbled a quiet 'Fine.'

Initially the girl was thinking to just dismiss the idea along the way and just drag the boy to her room for an anime night but that was erased when N opened the door to the gym and the place was filled to the brim with all the students. The oil was cleaned, music was playing, and people were having fun. Was everyone just going to ignore the genocide that had just happened? I mean sure not THAT many died but still. Well, regardless of what has happened everyone seemed rather determined to go on with their little party, after all, it was their last year of highschool, and then they'll be official adults of the colony which in itself was a big thing.

As Uzi examined her surroundings she found a hand in front of her. "Would you like to dance Uzi?" N asked in his usual polite and soft voice as he gave out his hand with a soft smile on his face. Uzi was taken aback, and yet she didn't have the heart to say no, how could she? How could she say no to those perfect radiant joy filled orbs of his? To that charming smile, and his- 'Snap out of it!' Uzi yelled at herself within her mind before shaking her head and taking his hand without a sound more as she simply nodded and gave him a small smile.

Surprisingly, both knew how to dance rather well, however Uzi couldn't even enjoy it. The first few moments were memorable, but the following soon turned into nightmare as she began to slowly realise how many people are in the room…how many eyes are there…how many…people… Her face dropped, turning pale, her eyes widening in shock, staring emptily into space as all enjoyment had been drained from her being.

N noticed this, of course he did, how couldn't he? She was all that he had his eyes on, and seeing her whiter before him like that was alarming, so, in swift waltz moves he got her into a more quiet corner of the room, more spacious, less light, less color, more darkness, more silence, more calmness.

"Uzi." N said quietly in an attempt to snap her out of it, which worked, eventually, and when it did, Uzi was surprised to see that they weren't in the crowd anymore…how was that? He. That's how. Every twist and turn from her life was all because of him, and you know what? She wouldn't want it any other way. She lived for the thrill, for the danger, and somehow, this docile pure golden heart boy was everything that she ever wanted and needed.

"Thanks." Uzi said quietly as she looked away slightly embarrassed as she smiled like a fool, and she felt like one. Why was she smiling? Why was her heart racing? Why was she so happy just to be with him? Was it the separation between them that cause her to long him? Was it the time spent apart that made her desire him? What was it that made him want him so much in her life that it turned her whole system upside down, making her feel dizzy and light headed, making her feel unsteady on her own feet and making her feel as if she was falling apart? It was scary, it was so extremly scary yet it was so wonderful too. It was the best feeling in the world, and she hoped on all the stars that she ever whished upon that he was feeling the same thing. Why? Did she want him to hurt? Of course not! However this feeling felt…so good, she couldn't explain it, she simply wanted him to feel the same thing, but she knew that this wasn't going to happen anytime soon…but she would wait, she has the time to, right? N smiled softly while dancing with Uzi. He was more the energic type, and so was her, but for some reason it felt like he had to go a little bit more gentle this time around. He didn't want to hurt her, he never wanted to do such a thing, but he did want to make her feel as great as she made him feel. Uzi turned his life upside down, and that was the best thing to ever happen to him. Sure, many things were still a puzzle, a mystery, a fog, and quite terrifying, but it all felt less scary when he was with her.

The end

[arabellameyer]

AN INTRODUCTION TO ME

Hello everyone! How are you? I'm Arabella, and I love to worldbuild, learn about nature, draw, and a bunch of other stuff. If you have any questions about my worlduilding, let me know! Please keep conversations appropriate (no sexting or asking extremely personal questions). Here there will be reblogs of/art of some stuff you might find disturbing (body horror/gore), but I will label it as such (gore, blood, tw, nsfw, etc). It's part of my worldbuilding as you'll see here over time. But it isn't the only part of my worldbuilding, so don't worry about missing out on much. I do not tolerate any porn so none will be here. I've heard too many stories of people dealing with porn addictions and how debilitating it is, so I'm not even going to chance looking at it, lead alone reblogging it.

Filing system down below v

When I reblog stuff, I'll put it in a file system that is similar to my pinterest pinning system (same titles and such). Here's how it'll go...

(btw if any of these tags are of no interest to you, then feel free to block them)

Art:

Animal reference

Animal pose

Animal behavior

Art reference

Human pose

Guide or Art Guide

Landscape

Procreate

Ibispaint

Aesthetic/pattern:

It just looks pretty - I like it because it looks nice :)

Storytelling or Cinematic - the way it sends a message is interesting, and I'd like to use it as inspiration

Worldbuilding:

(BTW level 1 animals are animals found irl)

Level 2 - Like irl animals that have one little thing changed about them, like their color or number of eyes.

Level 3 - Mix of 2 or more animals that is hard to distinguish what the original animal is (like a cat/snake mix, was it originally a cat or originally a snake).

Level 4 - A change in the original species causes a majority of people to fear it, like deep fear it. Creepy

Level 5 - Like levels 2-4, but with a horror aspect to it (like snakes that look like intestines).

I've made guides for my leveling system and I'll post them soon, so don't worry if you're confused ;)

Dragons

Elementals

Hybrid

Characters:

Scene idea - idea for a plot point or fun story in my world

Characters - catch-all

Johann the discoverer

Damien

Mama nova

Void deer

Memes:

(I'll add more as time goes on)

Memes - general tag

Remember - has some relevance to it, whether or not it's a meme (just sorta a catch-all for anything that I want to remember. You'll see what I mean if you search through there.)

Scenario - meme that describes a scene, and I don't know where else to put it

Food for the funnies - this is where I put the stuff I actually laugh at. Not just a breath out of my nose, but a true laugh.

Derpy - •u•

Fever dream - lol those memes that make no sense or come out of left field

And that's how babies are made - I'm not even going to explain this one lol

Stay flexy - exercise ideas

Cute:

Cute - catch-all for anything adorable :3

Cute animal - specifically cute animals

Cute plant - specifically cute plants

Misc:

Recommend or Recommendation - smth I should check out (to buy or look @ again)

Pins or Enamel pins - enamel pins I like the look of.

Watch later - if I like the look of it but don't have the mental energy to completely peruse it, then I'll put it here.

Ok so that is my filing system lol. I know it's pretty long but I plan on using the references and stuff I find here.

I know I said this before, but I love talking (raging extrovert), so if you wanna chat or dump a writing idea or creature idea on me, then go for it! Heck, my commissions are also open (not getting them done immediately, tho) if you're interested (no guarantee on the quality. Just know I am still learning the fundamentals of art). Anyways, if you're reading this far, then you're one of the real ones (also, what's your favorite color? Mine is blue, but I like them all tbh) 💪. Thanks so much for reading this. I'll have a side blog here shortly where I'll post only my art so that you don't have to go through all my reblogs, lol. Anyways, thanks so much, and have a blessed day <3

P.S. this is my art-only side blog. Here, have a mouse 🫴🐁

[overobsessedfanboy23]

My Favourite Duel in Each Yugioh Series

I have done specific posts on some duels in the Yugioh franchise so a few of my picks might be obvious. Still, I figured I’d make this anyway. I won’t include Go Rush since it’s not complete and because my favourite duel so far is a rather spoilery one. DM - Sevens only!

Favourite DM Duel - Yugi vs Atem

Probably a generic pick but this really does stick out to me as a pretty solid duel, even as someone who’s not really a fan of DM’s super long, often lawless duels. I think it showcases the development and bond Yugi and Atem have over the course of the series really well. It was the perfect note to end the show on and seeing Yugi face off against all three Egyptian God cards was a blast.

Favourite GX Duel - Judai vs Yugi

Okay I promise these won’t all be the final duels. GX honestly had a ton of great picks for me. Ryo vs Yubel, Judai vs Darkness, Judai vs Yubel, and Judai vs Ryo 2 all rank pretty highly for me but Judai vs Yugi is the one I have the most fun with. It does exactly what it sets out to do: Judai regains his love of duelling and duels on par with a duelling legend: his idol, the protagonist of the first series. It’s blatant fanservice but it fits the narrative and Judai’s character arc well so I never minded it. I think the constant back and forth of this duel is just really fun and it makes me smile every time I watch it.

Favourite 5Ds Duel - Jack vs Carly

Another close call honestly but as much as I adore the Team Taiyo duel and a lot of Akiza’s duels, I gotta give the edge to the one duel that truly hooked me on my first viewing on 5Ds. Jack vs Carly goes so damn hard. It’s heartbreaking in all the right ways and perfectly shows Jack and Carly’s growth over the arc. And… man, I always get teary eyed at the way the duel ends. I never expected Jack to try and die with Carly. It was such a shocking yet impactful moment that every time I see the card Shockwave now, I can’t help but immediately associate it with that powerful moment.

Favourite Zexal Duel - Nasch vs Vector

Maybe a bit of an unconventional choice and while I was tempted to go with Yuma and Kaito’s fun rematch, I went with this one for the fact that it just always stuck out the most to me. I just was not expecting Vector to lose so the sheer unpredictability of this duel for me, plus how entertaining Vector always is coupled with the really well done backstory portions covered in this duel make it stick out as my favourite Zexal duel.

Favourite Arc V Duel - Sora vs Shun

I know, I know, generic opinion but this really was such a huge turning point, and a betrayal I never saw coming. I love how it gets more intense and war-like as it goes on, with Sora’s monsters becoming more and more twisted as he himself shows off more of his true twisted colours. It’s some great stuff.

Favourite VRAINS Duel - Ai vs Playmaker

Even without the power of its ending, this duel really does a great job at showing the extent of both Playmaker and Ai’s power, with a lot of back and forths and both of their greatest monsters duking it out. And the way the duel slowly unravels the layers to Ai’s motivation and brings everything to light in time for that painful as all hell ending is magnificent. This is the best instance of the final “protagonist versus their spirit guide who’s been by their side the entire series” duel for me. It was the most heartbreaking and the most interesting.

Favourite Sevens Duel - Yuga vs Roa 1

Sevens has a lot of fun duels. I could’ve gone with just about any duel from the tournament finals but I’ve decided on the early Yuga vs Roa because of how much the content of that duel sticks out to me. This duel managed to concoct a scenario where the protagonist drawing his ace, something any other duel would consider the start of a comeback victory, will lead to him automatically losing the duel through disqualification, as it’s learned halfway through the duel that Yuga’s ace is potentially an illegal card. So Roa spends a portion of the duel forcing Yuga to draw more and more cards to try and force that disqualification as the rest. And honestly those scenes of Roa forcing Yuga to draw cards are some of the most intense Sevens gets. It’s such a neat subversion of the usual Yugioh trope, which is what I believe Sevens, particularly its first half, was best at so I had to give this duel a shout out.

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EYELASHES/🍓 ANON POPS UP RANDOMLY

Here is a little detox questions for you because you deserve it for the hard work 😔✨

1. OOOO your MBTI?

2. What's your favorite season? Like a season that makes you melt in bed 🏃🏃🏃 (only me?)

3. Favorite singer? And their favorite song?

4. ANY FUNNY SCENARIO HAPPENED THAT IS STILL IN YOUR MIND?

5. If you had the ability to posses one power, what will it be? 😗🧐

6. Do fishes have thirst for water 🧍

(yes that last one was random and had me thinking nonstop like wtf do fishes drink water orrr-)

ANYWAYS LOVE U AND TAKE CARE, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD

aw :( ty 🍓 !!! you're v sweet, these are some fun lil' questions :D ya should tell me yer own answers if ya get the chance, I'm curious !!!

1- I honestly have no idea 😭 I took the test a couple times before bc I kept forgetting cause all those letters are hard to remember and I still don't remember!!! heh im sorry 👉👈

2- melt in bed... that sounds so funny 💀 I'm a fan of winter!!!!!! I love the chrimuth decorations and the cold weather bc I like to get all warm and toasty, plus I like to wear the sweaters I crochet/knit throughout the year

3- favorite singer... That's a hard one indeed 🤔 I listen to all types of music that makes my brain go brrr especially music with lots and lots of bass, I think my favorite type has to be hard metal screamo rap music simply because headbangin' is somethin' I do to stim when I'm overwhelmed with hefty emotions. 🧍 my favorite song that I'm currently hyperfixatin' on though is 'I love you hoe' by odetari & 9lives, I don't care for the lyrics but I really enjoy the 'spacey' feelin' I get when I listen to it... Kinda like that one song where people had this belief that it made people do their homework faster I think it was somethin' like... 'i can run faster with no wind resistance' or something, but the beat was so wiggly I have to find that song again... I JUST LOOKED IT UP-- the song is literally called 'no wind resistance' holy shit 😭

4- sigh... for some reason, I can't keep myself from laughin' when I hear someone pourin' liquid??? I used to have a thermos (I need to buy a new one) that I would fill with hot black/green tea and then whenever id pour the tea into the lil' cup I would giggle hysterically like some crazy person 😭 I think it's hereditary however, cause this morning I was drinkin' coffee near my mom and I have a tendency to 'slurp' from my mug and she kept gigglin' when I would slurp from it 😭 she also laughs when things are poured. the autism is strong in the family ngl. I even laughed RN at the memory of pourin' a cup of tea ._.

5- oh ya already know I'm gonna have my mailtda powers manifested soon 🧍 I'm talkin' telepathy, spell castin', teleportation, levitation, all that shit, but I do not want the ability to mind read bc that does not sound fun. hmm... pyrokinesis could be fun too

6- you'll have to ask 🐠 anon for that one 💀 bUt!!! I did learn a terrible fact today about dolphins! did y'know that dolphins terrorize pufferfish so that they can get high off the chemical that the pufferfish release in defense of predators? they throw the pufferfish around with the use of their teeth and stuff, tossin' them up and around, even above water, and then they like know when they need to stop gettin' high before the chemicals become lethal. there's enough poison in one pufferfish to kill 30 human adults but dolphins just love gettin' fuckin' HIGH!

im sorry for the ramblin' but if there's one thing to be told about me... I talk way too fuckin' much despite bein' an ambivert with a heavy lean towards bein' an introvert 🧍

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[materialising physically in your home already sat cross-legged on the floor] say more about the mechanics au please

ok ok ok so

I’m thinking something like it’s a garage owned either by weasel or oscar and morris’ father that they all work at (to varying levels of willingness) and were raised around

they tend to get left to their own devices in the workshop on jobs, after long enough doing admin/paperwork for at least someone to realise morris isn’t good at it, oscar hates it and otto used to charge way too much just for fun until he got in trouble with the police for someone to realise it’s best they don’t do that anymore

morris is sort of neutral about the work. he finds the noises of the types of cars they get in often overwhelming, and a lot of the messy jobs (changing oil, greasing, even the gritty hand wash) quite a lot sensory wise. he knows them all inside out though, and could list off part numbers for any number of makes and years off the top of his head far better than the others. usually he’ll be found on a stool somewhere cleaning out parts with spirit or doing the mot checks and cleanings instead of big repair jobs. the easy, repetitive tasks where he can use his hands without gloves that oscar sets him too. he’s much better at identifying problems than oscar or otto, more attuned to the small noises/signs oscar misses and otto doesn’t have the patience to look for

oscar is pretty much the complete opposite of his brother; he loves working in the garage. he loves the physical nature of it, lugging around wheels and tools, all the bolts and screws and dirt. he’s very careless and thus covered in nicks and scrapes and burns from fiddling in too hot engine bays or refusing to lie on the foam mats. most of the time he’s the one underneath the cars, reckless with jacks and axle stands to the point it makes morris nervous. he’s similar to morris in that all of his tools wherever he’s working will be laid out all in arms reach, neat but filthy as he usually takes on big repair jobs and the messier servicing work morris avoids. he’s gets frustrated easily but doesn’t mind, because if he kicks a wheel of hits a spark plug with a spanner they won’t kick or hit back, so it’s a good form of anger relief

otto is equally reckless and also - said with such affection - an idiot when it comes to the work, but a smart idiot. he deals with customers most when they’re working because oscar can’t kept a civil tongue (‘it’s smoking cause the water pipe is just loose it’s literally just fucking steam I swear to fuck-‘). he’s a master at ‘fuck around and see what happens’, offering the most bizarre solutions to issues (specific tools made of cut up other tools, zip ties everywhere or just shake it till it works sort of thing) and more accident prone that oscar, and ten times more messy.

he loves fixing and servicing his own car thats technically all three of theirs because they can’t afford one each - a 1970 dodge challenger because it wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t a classic. it’s scrappy thing, full of haphazard fixes and additions that are totally not road worthy or legal but he does them anyway. oscar works on it too but only when something is broken, while otto takes it apart just for fun and morris is happy to watch him and give ideas

I have a lot of ideas for smaller scenarios based on my experiences I can add but this is v long so I’ll do that later :]

bonus: the image of oscar in a tank top and gloves with overalls tied around his waist covered in oil and dirt and a little bit of sweat. yeah