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poisonouswritings · 2 years
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Hello, Ozzy. I hope you are doing well and doing magic, as usual.
I have a perhaps a little silly request. Would you write some head canons of the M4 reacting to a MC who just told them (seriously) they are beautiful?
I don't know if you find the subject suitable, but anyway thank you. Love your writings.🌸
I still have several of your asks in my drafts I'm so sorry aofeiuhferpofhuearoifj
GN!Reader, short and sweet, I think this post also more or less fits the criteria aside from it doesn't include Rime
Felix Escellun
Felix has been studying all day. You're not entirely sure what for - something about a spell for harnessing the power of emotions? You're 77% sure that he's trying to find a way to prank Escell - but he's hyperfixating hard. You try to make sure he takes breaks but he's hesitant to pull himself away from his desk unless it's to get a tome from the bookshelf.
So you carry on without him. Do your studying on the floor, practice your spells in the hallway, feed Stella in the kitchen, that sort of thing. You even managed to squeeze in a nap on the couch.
Sometimes you look over to see what he's doing. Different emotions seem to lead to different colored magic. Happy is yellow, sad is blue, angry is red, love is pink, so on and so on. But from what you can tell, this is all only in theory. He hasn't gotten it to work in practice just yet.
Now the moon is high in the sky and you wanna go to bed. But it won't be easy to pull Felix away from his work.
You go over. Squat down beside him and lean your elbows on the desk so you can see his face.
He looks tired. He is tired. He's been at his desk for the last, what, 14 hours? Give or take. That's just how he gets when he's really invested in something. It's admirable that he can have that much dedication, but it's also,, not,,, healthy to be staying up like that. And from the way his brows are furrowed, he's clearly determined to push through the exhaustion.
While he never pulls his eyes away from the paper, he fluffs the tip of his quill against your nose.
"I know what you're about to say. I'll be along just as soon as I can. I know I saw a formula somewhere in this infernal book, and I will find it!"
"Wouldn't it be easier to find it if you were more awake? You look like you're about to drop."
"I most... certainly..." - he pauses to yawn, half-heartedly covering his mouth. His glasses slide down the tip of his nose, and he rubs his eyes before pushing them back into place - "am not falling asleep."
His hair is hanging loose around his head. It really is getting long. You tuck a single soft strand back behind his ear. You can see his eyes starting to close before he jolts himself back awake. So you lean closer and kiss his cheek.
"Alright, alright. You know yourself better than I do. I just think it'd be good to get some beauty sleep - but you're already so beautiful, I guess you don't need it."
..... *strangled noise of mortification*
A light yellow ball of energy - streaked with pink - sparks at his fingertips, surprising both of you.
........ :)
His silver eyes widen as the sudden breakthrough wakes him up. He's positively beaming in excitement as he grabs his quill again, frantically scribbling notes.
"MC, you're absolutely brilliant!"
"I didn't do anything?"
Felix turns deftly in his seat and puts his hands on your shoulders. The bags under his eyes are deep and dark and stubborn, but at least he doesn't seem like he's about to faceplant anymore. He does seem surprisingly open though.
"You were honest. That's more than enough."
"Then I honestly think you should go to bed and get back to this in the morning."
"... Five minutes?"
You get up to your feet, kiss his cheek again in goodnight, and head over to your shared room to get some sleep. It'll be an hour at least before he finally gives in to sleepiness, but at least he's happy.
Meanwhile he spends the next ten minutes burying his face in his arms because he's so flustered that he seriously had that strong of a reaction to being complimented like that.
Anisa Anka
Sometimes you like to watch Anisa train.
Actually you always like to watch her train, but usually visitors aren't allowed on the training grounds or you're busy with Felix and Sage or Saaros.
But anyways today is a day you get to hang out with your amazing super strong girlfriend! Yay!
So you're sitting off to the side. Drinking water does not help your thirst™
Anisa,,, in her armor,,,, swinging her sword around,,,,, flipping her opponents over her shoulder,,,,, she's so strong,,,,,,,,,, hehehehe
Oh I'm so gay for her
It doesn't take too much longer for her to finish up. After she gives her troops a few more rousing words and officially takes them off-duty, she comes over to you. Her cheeks are a little flushed, but you can't tell if that's from over-exertion or embarrassment at how adoringly you're staring at her.
"I hope I gave you a good show."
There's a teasing lilt in her voice and a grin on her lips. You hold one hand out, doing the little grabby-grab motion until she sets her hand in yours. You gently brush your lips along her knuckles, all the while looking up at her.
"You certainly did, Beautiful."
...... *hair poof*
Her eyes search your face to see if you're joking. You're not. So she looks away, clearing her throat like she's trying to keep any semblance of professionalism about her that she can.
"Not at work."
Her protest doesn't sound very genuine, though.
You laugh and finally get up from your seat, looping your arms around her waist and tugging her close. She smells like roses. You nuzzle into her neck, kissing the bottom of her chin.
"I thought you were off-duty?"
She opens her mouth but all that comes out is a little sigh as she holds you tight.
"You're incorrigible."
"Well thank you very much."
Sage Lesath
Sage is still wearing his eyepatch. Even when it's just the two of you.
No matter how much you reassure him, he's self-conscious about it. You can't exactly blame him. Not when you know the two things he associates with it; getting mutilated by the Corrupted in the sewers (he says what upsets him most about that is the fact he couldn't protect you, but you're pretty damn sure that's not the reason he wakes up gasping and clutching his body in pain some nights - he went through something horrible and traumatic and he doesn't want to admit it. You're always there for him, though, and that helps) and being corrupted.
So. Eyepatch.
He'll take it off if you ask nicely enough, but even then his hair usually curtains the eye. Or he looks away from you. Or he just keeps it closed.
The rebuild of Porrima is slow-going. People are hesitant to stay in the open for too long. Always anxious to go into the crumbling remains of buildings for fear of finding familiar faces that never got to see the sun one more time.
It happens more often than anyone wants to think about.
Luckily, the castle itself wasn't damaged (of course Mike took good care of it, he needed it for dramatic flair), so the survivors have been able to use it as their base of operation. It gives them access to a medical wing, plenty of supplies, and a safe space to breathe (once Felix and Rime and other surviving mages have purged the last of the corruption out of the building).
Sage never really liked the castle though. It was always too fancy, full of nobility that judged him and rules of etiquette he didn't see the need for. So he prefers to stay in Fathom.
(So does Tulsi, although you think she mostly just wants to stay close so he doesn't vanish again)
The familiarity is helpful. Once Sage has scent-marked everything in the room, he's more willing to sit still and relax.
Meaning you have an easier time convincing him that you wanna see his eye.
It's one of those types of nights. Sage is curled up beside you, arm thrown over your waist and cheek mushed into your shoulder. You're combing your fingers through his hair, carefully scratching behind his ears. You're talking softly about nothing of real importance. Just,,, being together. That's all.
"Hey. Sage."
"Mm?"
"Can I see it?"
In the old days, he would have grinned and stroked his tail up your thigh and brushed his fangs along your collarbone and asked you what, specifically, you wanna see.
Now he just pouts a little.
"Why?"
You lean down and kiss the top of his head, just slightly favoring his left ear in the spot he likes the most. While you keep your tone casual, your words are genuine and clear.
"Because you're beautiful, and seeing you makes me happy."
........ he presses his face further into the crook of your neck. There's a whine in his words, but it's decidedly more light-hearted than anything.
"You... You always manage to surprise me, y'know."
He slowly shifts off of you, ignoring your self-satisfied grin in favor of carefully undoing the strip of fabric. He spends much longer than necessary foucing on it, winding it up around his fingers neatly. It's fraying pretty badly. He should probably replace it soon. Maybe with a proper patch this time?
Then he buries his face in your chest and shyly peeks up at you, gauging your reaction. His hair covers his eye.
You carefully brush the strands away so you can get a good look. Smile. Smooch his forehead.
"Pretty Kitty."
His content purr vibrates your chest.
Rime Varela
Rime doesn't sleep much.
He says it has something to do with dying, or maybe it was the way Felix wrenched him back. All he really needs is an hour or two a night. Maybe three if he's been doing a lot of intense magic.
So what does he do while everyone else is asleep?
Sometimes it's studying. Other times it's practicing what he's studying.
And then other times it's a very rigorous skincare routine.
It's four in the morning when you're woken up by ice creeping up your spine. A glance over your shoulder shows it's Rime crawling into bed behind you, hugging you against his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder.
"You've been busy."
You can hear the smile in his voice.
"All this doesn't come naturally, darling."
You twist around to face him, cupping his cheeks in your palms and using the tips of your fingers to gently pin his ears back against his hair.
"Well, I've always said you're drop dead gorgeous."
....
He tries to glare at you. But you're smiling like you just told the best joke in the universe - even though you make that joke at least once a week - and he can't help but laugh.
"I'm serious!" You protest, but you're laughing too. You drop your hands but he picks them back up and nuzzles his cheeks into your palms.
"You're always serious."
You sweep your thumb along the swath of freckles that bridge his nose.
"You're always beautiful," you reply with a casual shrug.
His nose twitches and his ears flick once before relaxing.
"... Dork."
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diagonal-queen · 5 months
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okay i need someone to talk to about s2 ep7 of helluva boss. someone talk to me about it. i need therapy. therapy about being a fizz kinnie this whole time and i just never knew? about how i almost vomited of joy from fizz and ozzie just bein themselves? how mammon had an aussie accent and there wasn't one dumb fuckin demeaning joke about that? how he's legit an actual fucking genuinely hateable villain?? how ozzie defended fizz (physically and emotionally) in that last fucking scene? how it portrayed the complexities of a deeply financially and psychologically abusive relationship from both an outside and the victim's perspective? how it portrayed anxiety and mental health in general? how fizzarolli?? how fizzarolli just existed?? how fizz and ozzie are so cute and the best? HOW THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED UMM ?}???/??? FIZZAROLLI??????? ALL THE CLOWNS???? THE SOUNDTRACK?????????????? IM A CLOOOOWN BITCH
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acircusfullofdemons · 9 months
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💫. ┊    I hate having fictparas. I always feel like I'm somehow "ruining" the canon character even tho literally nobody is gonna know :/
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[For Aislinn (and anyone else you wanna answer it for hehehe)]
What’s the lie your character says most often?
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‘I got this!’
Most of the time she does, but when stressed/overwhelmed/tired/burnt out she gets sloppy. She accepts help when she really does need it though.
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Same with Ozzy, sadly, but he’s worse. He’s stubborn to accept help sometimes BUT BOY DOES HE NEED IT WHEN HE FALLS FLAT. Stubborn like a bull. He mostly reassures with confidence, but when he’s annoyed, he snaps at the person. Sorry ‘bout that.
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mikeladano · 27 days
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Top Five Ozzy Tunes on Grab A Stack of Rock with Peter Kerr, Mike Slayen and John Clauser
Hot on the heels of his excellent interview with bassist Bob Daisley, Peter Kerr suggested we run through the Top Five Ozzy Osbourne solo songs, and a brilliant idea it was!  Ozzy’s solo career is rich, especially in the early years, with beautiful ballads and incendiary metal.  There are heavy progressive moments, advanced arrangements, and brilliant lyrics. We gave Ozzy’s career a solid listen…
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sweets4dolls · 2 months
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𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
'*•.¸♡ feel free to request! ♡¸.•*'
hazbin hotel
: ̗̀➛ lucifer morningstar
cunnilingus daydream ➸ daddy's girl daydream ➸ sacrificial bunny ➸ no, mine
: ̗̀➛ valentino
baby bunny ➸ bunny hop ➸ breeding baby ➸ bunny noises ➸ stress toy ➸ jealous boys ➸ aftercare ➸ crybunny ➸ sensitive to sorrys ➸ extermination day ➸ heat ➸ run ➸ pinup bun ➸ val ignoring bunny!reader at the club
: ̗̀➛ vox
bunny hop ➸ bunny noises ➸ milkshakes ➸ jealous boys ➸ aftercare ➸ extermination day ➸ heat ➸ run ➸ pinup bun ➸ doll ➸ neglect kink ➸ vox w bimbo!reader ➸ vox w dollish reader pt 2
: ̗̀➛ velvette
pinup bun ➸ velvette w bunny!reader in poly relationship w the vs
: ̗̀➛ lute
angel of mine ➸ when at work ➸ date with the angels
: ̗̀➛ adam
date with the angels ➸ you're mine ➸ Adam w crybaby reader vying for his attention
: ̗̀➛ alastor
bunny flesh ➸ in a rut ➸ protective!alastor
helluva boss
: ̗̀➛ ozzie
pretty girl
: ̗̀➛ fizzarolli
pretty girl
twst
: ̗̀➛ leona
mean!leona w crybaby!reader ➸ leona w bunny reader
: ̗̀➛ vil
dollification
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celtic-crossbow · 2 months
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I Don’t Ask Much, I Just Want You
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Setting: Alexandria
Warnings: Sexual Themes; Oral (m receiving)
Summary: You know just how to convince Daryl to socialize.
©celtic-crossbow 2024. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or placed on any other platform without my consent.
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It was late in the evening when you found yourself in a warm bath and pillowed against Daryl’s chest. You held his left hand above the water, toying with his long fingers. You would bend and straighten them before lacing your fingers through his. No rhyme or reason, just comforting. Twisting to look back at him, the archer had his eyes closed, damp hair sticking to his face and neck. His hair was so long now; nearly to his shoulders. You loved running your fingers through it, scratching his scalp until he was almost purring.
“Soooooo,” you began, returning your attentions to his fingers. Daryl made a noise behind you to indicate he was listening. “Rick wants us to go to the party in a few days. Just to boost morale around here. I told him we’d be there.” You winced when he groaned.
“Why’d ya do that?”
“I know, but he’s right. The people need something to lift their spirits. Everyone’s gonna be there.”
“All the more reason to not go.”
You could tell he wasn’t angry. Daryl was never one for socializing, preferring the quiet of your home to any outing you could think of that involved other people. You were usually alright with that; he had met you in the middle and would accompany you on walks and even hold your hand when you asked. He would even venture to Aaron’s sometimes to work on the bike without closing the garage door. He did a lot of things outside his comfort zone for you. You smiled and brought his hand to your mouth, pressing gentle kisses to each knuckle.
“I could possibly make it worth your while.”
“Ya got my attention.”
You smirked. Gotcha. Turning over, you pressed yourself against him and slid down a bit. “Want to see how long I can hold my breath?” The hunter arched a brow. With a wicked grin, you slipped below the water.
Daryl watched curiously until he felt the warmth of your mouth around him. One hand gripped the edge of the tub, while the other tangled in your hair. He let his head fall back and kept his grip light, not even guiding lest you need to come up for air. You had a way of leaving him wrecked and pliable, ready to give in to anything you asked.
Before you surfaced, the amount of time you spent working him into a frenzy beneath the water was impressive to say the least. You barely took in a lungful of air before his mouth crashed into yours, leaving you breathing harshly through your nose.
"So," you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair. You leaned your head back and to the side as his mouth found your neck, nipping and sucking the wet flesh. You worked an arm between your bodies, rising above him before sinking back down, your body accepting him into your warm, slick center. The string of curses that left his mouth was absolutely filthy. With a roll of your hips, the water splashed around you and Daryl fell back heavily with a hiss. "About that party?"
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fhrlclln · 1 year
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Would you ever write for like rockstar!eddie and reader like maybe she's an actor or something or she's his high-school sweet heart and even after he got famous he stayed with her
rockstar! eddie x wife! reader
OMG, ok so you caught my attention. i’ve always wanted to write for rockstar! eddie. i also daydreamed a lot that the reader is his wife (and yes, his highschool sweetheart as well) you know like that bombshell wife that even his fans simp for her as well, gets featured in some magazines and shows. alongside tour interviews and such.
i can imagine the dynamic between them sort of like ozzy & sharon (without the major toxicity but the yelling is there) but overall, you’re just one hella of a wife to corroded coffin’s frontman. and he’s very proud to show you off every interview he gets.
this time they’re doing a reality tv one! like the Osbourne’s.
suggestive themes under the cut
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another day in the munson household… 
“eddie!” you shouted amidst the large canopy of the munson LA mansion. the camera man swerves the camera to eddie munson’s face, eddie fucking munson, leader of one of the grossing rock bands alive in the 90’s. he lets out a sigh as he can hear your heels stomp against the hardwood large stairs as he looks to the camera with a smirk, counting in his head for your barge in as he speaks. it was another filming day for their own reality tv show, his manager urged him to do this, fans demanding wanting to know more about him and his darling wife. you.
“ah, and here comes my smoking hot angry wife—“
the door slams open inside the studio room, the camera whips to you. all dolled up, fresh from your make-up room, wearing a very tight dress that hugged your body nicely. he wasn’t even focused on the terrifying anger written on your pretty face, just that he’s very focused now on your chest. the camera man backs away, slightly scared, seeing as you had something in your hand. fan mail apparently! tons of it in your hand as the other was situated on your hip, very angry stance.
it was cute to him.
“baby, darling.” he greeted with a smirk, urging your hothead to come closer to him, he was sitting on his office chair, the one he always sat on whenever he would spend nights in this studio room to write or compose a song.
“send panties in the mail! panties? are you out of your fucking mind!?” you threw the mail at him, huffing and puffing with anger. the camera man captured this one moment they all knew would be another hit on mainstream. your fights with eddie were certainly a blockbuster for every corroded coffin fan, plus you were hot in it.
“sweetheart, chill! i meant it as a fucking joke, geez—“
another mail was thrown at him, this time he can clearly see the lace of some fan’s panties were peeking out. oh, was he dead. he is popular with the ladies, you were very hyperaware of that and you despised some groupies for getting a lil’ close during concerts or meet-ups, mainly the obsessed ones you couldn’t stand, but they’re not the wife. you are, so in perspective, you won when it comes to them. and you trust eddie, he’s not that stupid.
“baby, what did you expect? they’re fucking crazy.” he snorts, tossing the mail away. you crossed your arms, boobs squishing, eddie gawked at it with no shame.
“you’re laughing at this? i can’t believe you! you’re such an ass—“ you pouted, fuming red in your eyes. eddie shook his head as he grabbed your arm, knowing well you were going to calm down once he gets in you in his lap. you noticed it.
“that’s not gonna fucking work—“
“try me.” he hums, wrapping his arms around your waist as you sat snuggly. leaning your back against his naked chest littered with tattoos, your name tattooed above his heart. your face somehow manage to soften yet still annoyed at how it worked. munson charm. damn him.
“you okay, baby?” he asks kissing your neck, looking to the camera with a wink and a smirk.
“i will strangle you.”
“i thought that was for the bedroom—“
“i will shove this remaining mail up your ass if you open your mouth again.” you warned, pinching his arm. he yelped at how sharp your nails were as you sighed, simmering down now as he placed kisses on your bare shoulder. the expensive scent of your perfume and body wash making him buck his hips up a bit. so addicting. the camera focuses on the sweet moment as you rubbed your forehead, a headache coming in.
“oh, baby. ‘m sorry.” he cooed.
“don’t.” you huffed. “i don’t like this.” you emphasized to the mails on the ground.
“ ‘course baby, i haven’t even fucking opened them yet.” he place a sloppy kiss on your neck. “and i never will. if that makes up for it.”
“thank you, eds.” you sighed in relief. his heart bloomed as he winked to the camera again. mouthing ‘munson charm’.
“gotta remind them, sweetheart, you’re my wife. nothing’s gonna come between that, ey? not even fucking panties.” he reminds you, grasping your chin to look at him. reminding you how many years you two have been together, since highschool, since that incident back in the upside down, being each other’s first experiences and all. you are the love of his life.
his large thumb caressing your bottom crimson lip. you nodded silently, still a little annoyed, his handsome grin widen as he kissed you. tongue and all, still not ashamed he’s showing this intimate moment on camera then probably on television soon. you wriggled, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants form. you hummed on his mouth, liking the sloppiness as you pulled away, all shy now noticing the camera again.
“and stop sending me panties!” he pointed to the camera. “i’m flattered, but i got plenty already.” he joked, earning a smack from you again. the camera man eventually said cut as you both relaxed in each other’s arms.
“today’s film was great, mr. & mrs. munson. thank you so much.” the cameraman smiled nervously as you smiled back widely, still seated on eddie’s lap.
“no problem, lemonade’s downstairs in the kitchen. help yourself!” you kindly offered as eddie placed kisses again on your neck. hot and heavy he is, it was such a turn-on whenever you got mad at him. the door closed shut as eddie finally got a breather. focusing on you now and his ache in his pants.
“so sexy today, baby.” he mumbles, voice low and deep. “getting you all riled up.”
“mhm. if you ever say stupid shit to your fans, munson. i will kick you out.” you hummed tilting your neck to the side as he nipped your soft skin making you let out a quiet whimper.
“hey, they love you getting mad as well, can’t blame ‘em.” he laughs, squeezing your boobs. the fans were crazy for you as much as they are for him. you chuckled remembering the time you got featured on the front page of playboy magazine, everyone went wild. eddie was fuming at that time but he didn’t hide the fact that he bought at least numerous copies of it, supporting your fame. “you’re such a fucking bombshell. ‘m so lucky.”
“i swear, eddie!” you swatted his hands away as he whined.
“i promise!” he laughs heartily as you smiled again. a moment of silence transpires, you two have been together since ‘86, the large mansion was awfully lonely when he’s away on tour, leaving you here sometimes. you love him, really. since the day he clumsily asked you out by the bench in the woods. supporting him throughout, until his band got in with a label. signing them up. being his soulmate, sticking with him until now. something was just missing in the munson household. the thought a important one for you, and you knew clearly what you wanted next. knowing eddie gives you everything.
“what do you think about a little munson running around here, eds?”
。・:*˚:✧。
wrote this in one sitting!
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ghotifishreads · 3 days
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Joel Miller x reader blurb: Joel is a sweetly nervous wreck on your first date
Guys? This? This----
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That's 100% tipsy DILF Joel Miller going on his first proper date in a long while and he's super nervous and wants to make a good impression and so he arrives early and pounds merlot before his date gets there. Bullet point head canon fluff below. Thanks to @ozarkthedog for encouraging my nonsense. 😘
Word count: 550ish
Pairing: DILF disaster dater Joel Miller x f!reader
Unedited, unbeta'd etc. No warnings used, nothing beyond sweet disaster dater Joel Miller really.
Putting it out into the world unformed so we can all have a lil' indulgent daydream.
He's trying' to get back in the dating game
(like yeah he gets laid but DATING is scary)
Sarah is off to college and before she does (he's fucking mortified but appreciative) she helps him set up dating apps
and he's mostly horrified at having to interact with strangers lmao
and how some women are just straight in with sexting and he's a bit skittish and been a bit single for that
(with a stranger at least. Joel is slut when it's intimate)
but he's talking to a nice lady (that's you, babe!) and she’s funny and nice and seems real
So they arrange a 'big' 'proper' first date
and Joel wants to make a good impression
He picks a nice restaurant where Joel’s gonna have to wear a suit jacket
and he's sooo nervous
and Reader is too
But Joel doesn’t clock it, all he sees when you walk in is a vision in a beautiful, enticing dress perfectly suited to the venue, while he feels like a cater-waiter in his button down and sport coat
Meanwhile he turned up nearly 20 minutes early
and now he's flushed from downing nearly 2 glasses of wine in quick succession
and you both order dinner and there are some awkward starts and stops to conversation. But you're both kind and want the date to succeed, so you both take turns fumbling to fill the few awkward silences
He picks wine instead of anything harder because he wants to be present
He's trying to be a GENTLEMAN
he REALLY likes you
dinner is delicious and the waiter brings the dessert menu. And nothing on it even looks nice, even though you have a massive sweet tooth, and certainly don't want the night with Joel to end
"This all looks a bit fancy and not very sweet," you suggest putting the menu down. 
So you say"shall we get the bill?" 
Joel's heart drops cuz he doesn't want the night to end, but you clearly do and how did he fuck up so bad, of course you were just seeing the date through to the end cuz you’re nice and polite and—
Then you carry on "Do you want to go get gelato? There's a really good place around the corner."
and then his heart soars when you suggest gelato
Like Ozzie said, he’s like a “teenage girl totally lovestruck”
Joel flags down the waiter so fast and there’s a tussle for the check, and he only agrees to split the check when you acquiesce  to let him buy you gelato. 
You stroll down the street and the summer night is warm and the dark envelops you. You and Joel get your gelatos and sit down on a park bench, chatting merrily away, the awkwardness of the night forgotten as conversation flows. 
Joel pointed out you had some ice cream on your face and when you kept missing it with swipes of your napkin, he licks his thumb, swipes it at the corner of your mouth, and popped the digit between his own lips. 
It was only when you gawped at him that he realized what he’d done without thinking, and took his thumb out from between his plump lips. 
“God, I’m so sorry, that was---” You shut him up by lunging at him and licking the taste of your ice cream out of his mouth. 
++the end++ 
I love one (1) man, and it's nervous DILF Joel Miller:
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fictionobsession · 1 month
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devotion
Pairing: Alastor x f!Reader
Summary: She would give anything for him.
Word Count: 1,997
Warnings: blood, canon typical violence, Alastor being psychotic
A/N: okay friends, first time writing for Al. this was not beta'd or really edited at all so if something seems weird just... assume I meant to fix it. also, this was written as a QPR, but there's a little feelings on reader's side if you squint. I'm not 100% on how in character this is for Alastor, but we tried and that's what matters right
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She plopped onto the shitty couch and pulled her knees to her chest, looking around the shitty house where they'd been hiding out in the middle of this shitty swamp for the last two shitty weeks. The wallpaper was peeling and yellowed, the floors covered in mold and mildew, the running water only worked half the time, and, more importantly, the refrigerator was empty as of six nights prior. Her stomach rumbled just thinking about a nice juicy cut. She sighed, closing her eyes and allowing herself to sink into the daydream of food.
She knew when she'd gotten into this hobby with Alastor that there was a non-zero chance she would wind up on the run someday. She just wished they could have put it off a bit longer, had a bit more fun. She laid her head back against the rotting couch until she heard the creak of the floor near the front door.
Her eyes snapped open and her brows furrowed as she took in Alastor's hunting attire.
“Al, where do you think you're going?”
“Well, my dear, unless you feel like us both starving to death in this dismal abode, I thought I'd better go get some food.”
“Alastor. You know we've heard the dogs nearby. You can't possibly go out there without getting caught, at least until we've had a couple days where we haven't heard 'em.”
“Again, starving is not on my agenda, so we don't particularly have another choice.”
Another choice. Her face hardens as she realizes what another option might be. She stood up and crossed the room, grabbing Alastor's arm before he could open the door. “There is a way for us to make it out of this without you leaving. Or rather, a way for one of us to make it out of this.”
He hummed, and she could see the wheels turning as he put together what she was implying. “I'm not sacrificing myself for you to get away, you know.”
“I know. That's why I'm just asking you to get it over with quickly. You'll get more time, and I – well, I'll at least get to go out on my own terms. If I have to go, at least it'll be for you.”
His eyes widened just a bit, more reaction than she'd usually get, before he shrugged. “Okay. Painless it is. Not usually my style, but I think I can figure it out.”
She laughed, a genuine, full laugh. “I know, Al, and that's why we've worked out so well. But I think you could at least do that much for me.”
He pulled his hunting knife from where he had already slid it into his belt. “Are you ready?”
And with one nod, everything went black.
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It seemed instantaneous, appearing in hell. She looked around, taking in the chaos around her. Literal dumpster fires, public sex, casual street murders, Hell had it all. Of course, arriving in Hell wasn't a surprise for her. You don't kill that many people and expect to get into Heaven. She wasn't even sure she had believed in the whole afterlife thing until she was experiencing it. She shrugged it off, finding the closest place with a mirror she could use for free.
Her body was... different, certainly. But intact, and honestly, she was quite happy with it. Given the various types of demons she'd seen just in her brief time there, it could've been a lot worse. She wandered, putting together a plan of action for getting herself set up in Hell. It seemed she would need income to make most things happen, which made finding a job a top priority. She also needed a place to sleep, as it seemed unsafe at best to stay on the streets.
She got a job fairly quickly at Ozzie's, though she wasn't thrilled with the outfit they made her wear for the whole thing. But it was money, and easy work, so she stuck with it. Asmodeus offered her a fairly decent rate on rent nearby, as well, so she could have done worse.
Shortly after getting settled, she started feeling pressure on her body in random locations and at seemingly random times, almost like someone was grabbing or poking her to get her attention. Occasionally she'd get hot spots, which she at first attributed to it being hot in Hell. Little scrapes and cuts would appear sometimes as well, but they always healed up quickly. It wasn't until the final time it happened that she realized what had been happening over the past few weeks.
A perfect bite imprint appeared on her forearm, accompanied by a sharp pain, and she realized it must have been an effect of Alastor in the living world. She traced her finger over the mark, which had healed into almost a scar, but not quite. It was a bit pink, but wasn't angry and fresh. She smiled a little to herself, happy that her sacrifice hadn't been in vain.
As time went on, she found herself tracing the mark when she was feeling stressed, upset, or particularly lonely. It never healed all the way, making it always a bit sensitive to touch, and served as a reminder of why she was here. The mark always made her feel closer to Al, which brought a little comfort when things got crazy.
She had managed to stay within the same few blocks that she knew were heavily policed by Asmodeus's people. However, six months into her stay in Hell, she finally had to leave her little neighborhood to buy some things for the bar. She packed her gun, a knife, and made sure she was dressed inconspicuously – the rumors about the surrounding areas were very...detailed...about what might happen to someone who ended up on the wrong side of a fight.
Unfortunately, her preparation didn't keep her from getting spotted by some Sharks outside the store as she started back toward her apartment. She tried to hurry, sliding between demons and other sinners, before slipping down an alley to attempt to lose her tail. It was too late by the time she realized it was a dead end, and the Sharks started cutting off her only entrance.
She took one step, two, keeping them in her sight until her back hit the brick wall behind her. Her hand reached for her gun, ready to pull it when the lead Shark got close enough. Their glares were paralyzing, and she could smell the smoke and alcohol on them at that distance. She felt herself start to shake, taking a deep breath to steady herself before -
“You wouldn't want people to think you're picking on those of fairer means would you?” The sound and feeling of static crackled through the air like lightning as a dark shape enveloped the opening to the alleyway. A long, thin shadow ripped through the air, straight through the lead Shark, throwing him against the side of the neighboring building.
Green sparks shone through the seemingly infinite blackness, a pair of what could only be described as antlers growing from the approaching shape. Two more tendrils, picking up the remaining Sharks and tossing them into the air like dolls. She wanted to close her eyes, but couldn't look away from the gore. Sure, she had seen a lot of violence in her time in Hell, but she hadn't seen that level of overkill in quite some time.
As the last of the Sharks fled only to get a tendril through the skull, she pressed herself as far into the corner as possible, sliding down the wall and pulling her knees to her chest. There was only the hope that the demon forgot she existed, and the knowledge that if he hadn't, she would likely be next up for second death.
The shadow approached, darkness fading as he got closer until finally it revealed a man. A tall man, with horns, but just a man, nonetheless. He was straightening out his red coat, and twirling something around in his hands as he approached. “Always good to have an excuse to let off a little steam. Always good.”
He put a hand out to help her up. As she lifted herself off the ground, he was already vaguely shaking her hand, introducing himself. “Name's Alastor, pleasure to meet you. Quite a pleasure.”
His name hit her ears about the time he caught a glimpse of her bite, and both stopped dead in the middle of introductions. She looked up, eyes widening as she realized that yes, that was a microphone, and yes, in fact, it had been quite a while since she'd seen that level of overkill, one could even say since her living days. He looked different now, sure, but as soon as she looked into his eyes, she knew that was her Al.
“Well maybe don't wait so long to come save my ass next time, eh, Al?” She smirked up at him, waiting for him to process what was happening. His nails traced the pattern of his own bite on her arm. She caught sight of his tongue tracing across his teeth, as if he was just then realizing how different they'd really become. “I bet your imprint looks a bit different now, doesn't it?” She spoke more to herself than to him as she reached to pull her sleeve down over the mark.
“Why, I should hope so, my dear. I should very much hope so. Let's see just how much it's changed then!” Without any more warning than that, he pulled her arm to his mouth and bit, hard. The new mark bled, sure, but it healed up more quickly than it probably should have, covering his old impression with his new one. His ears twitched subconsciously, his ever-present smile nearly faltering as he watched the blood drip, drip, drip down her arm. He shook himself out of whatever thoughts were distracting him rather quickly before acting like no time had passed at all since they'd been together last. “Now, I don't think I should leave you alone again. It seems to me that you still can't stay out of trouble, my dear! Come along, let me show you where I've been staying!”
“But – Hang on! Al! I've got to go to work!”
“Ah, there'll be no more need of that anymore. We'll send a notice to... whoever you're working for when you get settled.” He raised an eyebrow, practically daring her to argue. She knew, though, that she'd never gone against what he'd wanted before, and she didn't particularly want to start now. She took the elbow he'd offered her and allowed him to lead her out of the alley.
Occasionally, as they walked, she would catch sight of a shadow that seemed to be following them.
“Oh, don't mind them. They're just keeping an eye on your wellbeing. You better get used to it! Having a friend like me, why, other overlords will just be dying to get their hands on you!”
She scoffed, a look of adoration crossing her features before she tactfully replaced it with annoyance. “I'm not going to get any rest now, am I?”
“Oh contraire, ma cherie! You're going to get everything you've ever wanted and deserved. I owe you that after what you did for me up there, wouldn't you say?”
“Oh I just can't wait to show you Cannibaltown! You've got to meet Rosie, yes. You'll get along very well, very well indeed. And she makes the most delectable little treats! Maybe we'll go by tomorrow.”
As he continued rambling, she hummed approval when appropriate, watching him out of the corner of her eye with a mix of caution and longing. As he led her down streets she'd never seen before, she realized maybe this was all her afterlife had needed after all.
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poisonouswritings · 2 years
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Mc being to afriad to tell the LIs she loves them so she says it when she thinks they're alseep but theyve caught on and are only just pretending to sleep so they can hear it
Ajfigkda I love this trope so much 🥺
GN!Reader, sleepy times
Felix Escellun
Felix has noticed that you are,, a little more shy than normal. Certainly more affectionate but a little less talkative, a little less open.
At first he thinks something is wrong. Did he maybe do something? Are you alright?
But then one day you hug him from behind and nuzzle into the crook of your neck. Mumble something he doesn't catch into the skin of his shoulder. And when he asks you to repeat it you just squeeze him a little tighter.
That's when he first realizes what it is you really want to say.
Do you think,, he was the one to say it first to Rime? Because in my head I think Rime said it first, and I think that's how Felix kind of recognizes what you're up to.
But he wants to give you some space for it. So,,
It's been a long day of studying. You've been doing it again - starting to speak, pausing, shaking it off and sinking back into a mostly-comfortable silence.
Mostly comfortable. It's an itty bit awkward. The 'weight of unsaid words' and all that.
Well, wouldn't the best way to fix it be to get the words said? He thinks so. So that day, in the study, he makes a show of curling himself up in the armchair and leaving the blanket bunched around his waist before 'falling asleep'
It takes about ten minutes. Your footsteps are soft and light and gentle and he only hears them because he was listening. You pull the blanket up over his shoulders. Tuck it in a little. Brush some of the hair away from his face. He's trying really hard not to smile because you're being so soft. And then you lean down and whisper 'I love you' and his face is flaming red and then as soon as you leave the room he sinks down into the blanket and just makes a really quiet noise because yeah he was expecting but still-
Spends the next 20 minutes basically squealing into his blanket before getting himself together. The next time you come in he kisses your hand continues with his reading. Hopefully now that you've said it, you'll be brave enough to say it again
Anisa Anka
Anisa kind of sees it coming but she also doesn't want to jump the gun y'know? Cause like, if she says it first and you weren't ready to say it, then that's gonna pressure you into saying it. And she doesn't want that.
So what should she do? You keep blushing whenever you look at her for too long and ugh you're making it so obvious it's adorable
But she doesn't want to make things weird, doesn't wanna put any pressure on you. It's her job to protect you in this world. She can't abuse that position, not even accidentally.
Hm. This really is rather difficult to navigate around.
Once night she gets home late from her patrol. She creeps back into the apartment to see that you're in her bed, all bundled up and drooling on her pillow a little. She chuckles a little to herself as she changes out of her armor and into something more comfortable. Then she goes to sleep on the couch.
As she's laying there, trying to fall asleep, she hears soft footsteps. Your footsteps, she'd recognize them anywhere. You walk over and carefully nudge a pillow (not the one you drooled on, obviously) under Anisa's head. She's wide awake but she's feigning sleep, wanting to see what you do.
'...hey... Anisa. I love you.'
Her hair poofs a bit as she tries really, really hard not to smile like a fool.
'Wh- A-Anisa! You're not even asleep!'
She opens her eyes with a little laugh and lightly grabs your hand, keeping you from shyly scurrying away. She wants to see your face, after all. 'How could I possibly sleep when the person I'm in love with just said they love me?'
Your eyes are big and wide because Oh She Just Confessed To Loving You Back and she's just giggling because you look so cute. She also feels a little light-headed from a mix of happiness and adrenaline because She Really Likes You And Her Heart Is Racing.
You guys end up falling asleep in her bed. Together.
Sage Lesath
Y'know I don't think Sage sees it coming!! He's never been in love before and he's never stayed with any one person long enough for him to recognize the signs. No, I think that he knows something is up but he doesn't know what.
In fact, he probably thinks it's one of two things; either you're gonna hit on him for sex (which is unlikely with how shy you are, though he'd certainly love to experience that) or you're gonna tell him something bad. Probably that you want to go with Felix or Anisa instead. He wouldn't blame you if that was the case. You're too good for him anyways. This was always going to happen.
He just,, wishes he'd had a little more time.
I think he's a pretty cuddly person once you get to know him. So I feel like he would just platonically sleep in a friend's bed or something. And maybe it's wrong of him, but if you are going to dump him ('dump him' but you're not even together. Gods, how pathetic is he? You're not his, you never were) then he wants to spend as much time with you as he can before then. You mean a lot to him. You always will. He realizes that. And he just wants a few more happy memories.
So he's in your bed one night. Actually he does fall asleep. He only wakes up because you start petting him. But he doesn't reveal that he's awake because then you'd stop and he really doesn't want you to. So he pretends. Pretends he's asleep, pretends that he's yours, pretends he's worthy of you.
And then you lean down and kiss between his ears. He's surprised at that. Even holds his breath. His left ear flicks against your skin. And if you weren't whispering right into it he probably wouldn't have heard the quiet little 'I love you' that you hide in a soft sigh.
... anyways he bolts up because he wasn't expecting it and then he inadvertently headbutts you in the face so now you're holding your nose while he's bouncing between freaking out and trying to help you and freaking out because holy shit what did you say???? Did he hear you right???? He did???????? And then he just curls into a ball because You Just Confessed And He Promptly Fucking Smacked You In The Face Why Is He Like This
And you're just snickering because Super Suave Cat Man got all startled and shy because someone loves him hehe
You end up repeating it like,,, two dozen times because he keeps not believing you mean it because why would someone like you love someone like him of all people??? And you kiss his forehead and he suddenly Shuts Up while giving you Big Cat Eyes™ because I think you broke him a little bit. Good job.
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been doing a BTAS rewatch, this show is so easy to hyperfixate on!!! <3
anyways, between your BTAS boys—jervis, eddie, ozzie, and jon—who are the tit guys, and who are the ass guys?
(and which enlightened fellas prefer thighs? 😏)
a/n:  aahhh an anon of culture I see! And omg you chose the dorkiest, sweetest, most awkward, and loveable (also my favorite) versions of them for this and that makes this so much better, lets go! Also I absolutely tried to just choose one for them, but I see a lot of them still appreciating some thighs!
Content Warning: suggestive dialogue/content, nothing explicit
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BTAS Dork Squad and Penguin - Tits, Ass, or Thighs
BTAS Riddler: 
mmm…I’m trying not to play favoritism and make him prefer tits because I think have decent tits
Fuck it, I’m doing it, he prefers tits. 
However, more than anything, I feel like he’d enjoy hips or waist?
Edward enjoys wrapping arms around them and raking his hands up and down your waist. 
And as his hands squeeze and go up your waist, he’ll also teasingly squeeze one of your breasts, just to be the tease that he can be.
BTAS Penguin:
Oswald is an utmost gentleman first and foremost…
However, he is a man nonetheless…a man that prefers thighs actually. 
Not that he doesn’t appreciate other parts, but he loves seeing your thighs exposed in the dresses he gives you. 
When you sit next to him at a table, whether it’s dinner or a sit down, he enjoys caressing and kneading the plump flesh of your thigh.
BTAS Mad Hatter: 
It’s a toss up honestly between tits and thighs. 
Like other Jervi, I imagine he’s very much into physical touch and cuddles.
Once he’s comfortable in a relationship, he very much will be into using your chest and thighs as pillows. 
Somewhere to rest his head perfectly while getting close and cozy with you.
BTAS Scarecrow: 
It may be because he doesn’t want to be overtly obvious to be staring at you…in general
But I see him appreciating a nice ass. 
He’ll stare generously behind your back, and be relieved that you have no idea he’s even doing it. 
Jon does daydream and fantasizes about the day when he has the confidence to squeeze or pinch your ass.
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acircusfullofdemons · 9 months
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💫. ┊    why do my paras always think they can either be gay OR a villain? its 2023 babes u can do both i prommy
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bleucaesura · 13 days
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STOLITZØ - ONE
Stolas sat at his desk and hid his face in his hands. He was exhausted. It was the full moon. The day he had been both looking forward to and dreading. He hadn’t slept at all last night, let alone the many nights since his failed date with Blitzø at Ozzie’s.
You fool. You should never have let him leave without properly apologizing.
He ran his talons through his feathers, hanging his head in shame.
Poor Blitzø must have thought I was ashamed of him. I can't believe I hid my face like that! Stupid, stupid, owl!
Stolas clenched his feathers until it hurt.
I should have said how sorry I was right then. No! I should have stood up for him in front of everyone! Dammit… I just need to apologize properly. It may be too late now. That's probably why he didn't come when Striker took me… or come to see me when I was in the hospital… What will I do if he can’t forgive me?
Stolas dropped his head to his desk and tried not to cry.
I can’t let that stop me. Blitzø needs to know how sorry I am. He needs to know how I feel. I love him. Always have. And I need to know if he could ever feel the same for an idiot like me.
Stolas rolled his head to the side and looked sulkingly at the gift bag from Asmodeus. He sat up and wiped a tear from his eye as he reached for the box that had been inside.
Stolas touched it tenderly, tracing a talon along its edges. He was grateful to Asmodeus for giving him one of his crystals. It was truly a kind gesture. Stolas had thanked him profusely via text message.
All Asmodeus had responded was “Good luck, Birdie Babe.”
Holding the box in both hands Stolas could feel his heart aching. He imagined apologizing to Blitzø, giving him the crystal, and then confessing his deepest feelings. And in his dreams Blitzø was always grateful and always felt the same way for him in return. Followed by what Stolas always imagined being the best sex of his life - better than he and Blitzø had ever had before. Because they’d finally be making love. Not just f*cking.
Stolas lost himself for a while in his sexy daydreams until his study clock chimed letting him know that he was late if he wanted to get ready. It didn’t matter how this night was going to go, he always wanted to look his best for Blitzø.
Stolas placed the box down on the desk, his talons lingering atop it, willing some kind of - he didn’t know - unknown magic or something, to embué itself into the crystal and tonight. Just willing the night to go his way.
He heaved a heavy sigh, hung his head, and left to freshen up.
*****
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mikeladano · 28 days
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