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beababoobies · 1 year ago

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Oh my stars so I saw your post for Hazbin hotel requests can I PLEASE get a reader w Sir Pentious who is low-key jealous of his crush on cherry but he ends up getting w reader in the end?

I would love you forever 🙏

yurp, I gotchu. I love cherpentious with my entire heart but anything for y’all 🫡

edit : THERE IS NOW A PART TWO!

Somethin’ Stupid - Sir Pentious

words : 1.77k, slight warning for ep 6 stuffs

God, this fucking sucked.

Cherri, who was - and you don’t mean to be direct, or self-loathing - downright fucking gorgeous, had been bribed to take you all out to a bar - well no, that wasn’t the exact instructions, but it was clear enough that Charlie didn’t expect much more from her. So here you were, slouched back on a vodka-stained couch in the corner of this bar, Husk lounging beside you while Nifty giggled and played with his fur, and your oh so beloved Sir Pentious across from you.

You kicked back another shot of whatever Angel had brought to you, pretending to find whatever Husk had just said funny (you were far too caught up in the way Sir Pentious was goo goo eyeing a certain Cherri Bomb.) and Husk spoke up, eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s up your ass today, kid?” He said flatly with a swig of his beer, raising one of his eyebrows as you finally snapped your attention back to him, trying to smile non-chalantly as you watched your beloved little drunken ball of insecurity slither towards Cherri again from the corner of your eye. “ ‘ts nuthin, Husk. Leave it.” You say with an annoyed sigh as you watch Pentious stumble over his words to an annoyed and unimpressed Cherri.

“- I’M HAVING SSSSEX WITH EVERYONE HERE!” He turns around and yells, which has both Nifty, Angel, and Husk snap their heads around with wide eyes. He gives you a sad look and you try to give him a reassuring one. That is until he gets dragged into a separate room, and you inhale sharply through your teeth, wincing at the way he screams before the door is shut properly. Cherri doesn’t even look like she cares.

“Ah.” Husk says flatly, catching your attention again. “Should’ve guessed after your fuckin’ ramble last night. ‘But Husk he doesn’t even know I’m here!’ and all those fuckin’ ‘I’ve been here longer than he has and he won’t even talk to me!‘s. he’s just nervous around you, like he is with Cherri. Fucker has some self-confidence issues. Just do it already.” He says, looking almost annoyed as you flushed deep and slapped your hand over his mouth, which he quickly swatted away.

“Shh! Jesus fucking Christ Husk, not so loud! Fuck!” You grumble as Angel giggles with a hand over his mouth from the other end of the booth, before taking another small sip of his cocktail. “Not a secret, toots.” He says with his casually shit-eating grin, gesturing to a very drunk Nifty who was giggling now too, nodding her head. Great.

“Sometimes, when I’m out killing the bugs that think they’re all sneaky, and gross and cool at night, I walk past your room and you’re listening to super bad romance music. Which scares the bugs away and makes them surrender their lives. Which like, it’s supposed to be a fight! You’re ruining all the fun… ” She adds the last part with a annoyed grumble, but despite her unbelievably drunken state, she’s still speaking fast, high-pitched, and with the exact same creepy undertones. “And I walk past that bad boys room and he’s all rehearsing romance poetry he wrote. It’s so bad! Ehehe!”

She giggles out, eyes falling on a bug on the floor, hopping quickly off of Husker’s head and falling face first onto the floor, before quickly picking herself back up and running after it. “Shit.” Angel groans, putting his cocktail down quickly and shuffling out of the booth. “I’m gonna make sure she doesn’t end up with some creep.” He grits out through his teeth, before disappearing into the crowd with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’d better help him out.” Husk says with a sigh as well as he placed his beer bottle down carefully, pulling himself up with a groan.

He turns back to you for a second, just looking over his shoulder, before smiling. “You should start considering the possibility of Cherri being a distraction.” He says, humming softly before he adds one last thing. “Please do check in on the awkward fucker though, I don’t know what kind of shit he’s got stuffed in him or is stuffing at the fuckin moment.” Husk says with a sigh, disappearing right into the ground of flashing lights and bumping bodies right after Angel.

You took the last courage swig of your drink and stood up, doing a little tipsy stretch as you got up, before dejectedly walking over to where a very, very exhausted Sir Pentious was sitting, hyperventilating and sweaty. You let out a soft sigh as you walked over, kneeling in front of him and taking his hands away from his face, holding them softly in your hands, looking up at him with furrowed brows and concern.

“Hey Pentious, that was a lot wasn’t it?” You say softly and he nods, refusing to make eye contact with you. He looks grossed out, ashamed, everything. You let out a soft sigh and rub small circles into the back of his palm with your thumb, doing your best to comfort him in the loud and overstimulating bar scene.

“They were very kind - I jusssst, kept ssssssaying yessss. I don’t know why.” He says softly, and you nod, standing up and helping him up too. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, ‘Kay? You can take a nice hot shower and go to bed.” You reassure quietly and he finally looks up from the ground, smiling at you quickly before nodding, but as soon as Angel catches his gaze again, he’s out of your grips and right back to focusing on Cherri. You grimace softly as you watch him rush up to angel and ask where Cherri is. You watch as he groans in defeat as she goes into another room with a random guy.

Some part of you feels happy, relieved of some jealousy. Another part of you feels bad. That was all he was doing the entire night, trying to get her attention. You shook it off and walked over to where everyone had re-grouped, giving them a tired wave, and getting one in return. You let out a small gasp as you saw the dried blood from Angels’ nose all the way down or his lip, his new black eye.

“Oh dear, what happened?” You cooed softly, reaching up to wipe some of the blood of his face, and he softly moved away, shaking his head in a polite ‘thank you, but not right now’ way, and you nodded. “It was just a run-in with Val.” He says with a sigh, wiping another fresh stream of blood from his other nostril onto the back of his hand. “Let’s get going - I’ll tell you when we’re back at the hotel, Toots.”

An unceremonious end to the night; but not exactly the end to yours. Even when you got back, debriefing everything that happened with Husk and Angel while Nifty snored on the couch and Pentious took a shower, even when you had finally wished them a good night and made your bed, sighing as you let your head fall to your pillow, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened with him. What Husk had said.

“You should start considering the possibility of Cherri being a distraction.”

You repeated it in your head for hours while you tried to think about anything else, scrolling on your phone aimlessly through Hellflix, InstaScam, Crime Video, even YouCrude - there was no one to e-stalk, no new shows for you to binge, not even something you wanted to re-watch. No new uploads from your faves - just an endless amount of scrolling.

Until about 3 a.m.

That’s when you heard it - shaky, nearly silent sobs from Pentious’s room, small sniffles. You checked the time, sighed, threw a shitty pair of smiley-face PJ pants Charlie had made for you on, and slumped over to his bedroom, knocking softly on his door. It went dead silent, not a mouse, no the small clinking or squishing of Nifty’s bug-killing sewing needle.

“Who issss it?” He said in a shaky, tired, raw voice, and your heart absolutely melted, hand against the doorknob as you spoke. “It’s me, Pentious. I just heard you - uh - being sad. I know I’m not your favourite, but can I come in?” You say with a soft sigh, running your fingers through your hair tiredly. It takes him a minute and a soft hiccup before he rasps out a small “pleasssse, y-yeah.” And you open the door.

What you find is absolutely heartbreaking. Your favourite little serpent, curled in on himself, hugging his tail to himself, eyes red with tears that fall softly down his face, hat resting on his old worn down dresser, angry and frustrated swipes if his claws leaving him on top of torn up bedsheets and pillows, and you nearly cry with him right then and there. This sweet man who has been nothing but a pure angel, stuck with all the sinners, including yourself, down here.

You walked over to him, sitting beside him on his bed, hearing the old mattress frame squeak softly as you sat down, putting your hand on his, gently cooing him until he took big, deep breaths, gently and encouragingly rubbing circles back into the palm of his hand.

“Tell me, what’s up? I’m all -“ you start confidently, being cut off by an annoyed but desperate call from Pentious himself, pulling his hand away from yours and groaning into his palms, shaking his head. “that ISSSSS the problem! You’re the problem- you’re so pretty I can’t think sssstraight around you! And now you think I hate you!” He cries out, looking at you with desperate eyes, like he wants you to say something - anything, really. But you really can’t.

You’re completely frozen, hand frozen in mid air when it was going to rest on his shoulder to comfort him, eyes wife, lips pierced together and all you can do is stare at him like some stupid idiot. You are at a mental battle of grabbing his face and kissing him until you can’t breathe or slowly talking it out. He sighs dejectedly.

“I want to get closssser to you. Wanted to be your friend, at leassst. But… then I’d go and ssssspoil it all by ssssaying ssssomething sssstupid like…” he stops for a second, swallowing thickly. “…I love you.” He looks up at you again, nearly desperate for an answer. You finally get some words out of your closed up throat -

“I love you.”

Frank + Nancy Sinatra My Beloveds <;3

#hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel #hazbin charlie #hazbin sir pentious #sir pentious #hazbin #hellverse #sir pentious x reader #valentino #I HATEHIM!! KILL THAT HOE!!!! FuCK!!

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screampied · 6 months ago

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Saw one of you other answers and lowkey toy recs would be super helpful❤️❤️

-🍭

sure !!!! the sites i usually use is pinkcherry and adam & eve. u can find other sites too i’m sure if you browse — or go to sex shops in person but i’m too shy for that eheh.

i’ll list a few of my personal favs !

— show me the bunny vibe (10/10 you WILL squirt. it’s rechargacble, waterproof, and it’s pink like it’s a yes from me)

— magic wand ( this is expensive but i think it depends where u get it from. it’s veeeery good, 10/10)

— fantasy for her love thrust-her vibe in purple (i think this toy changed my life. it’s so good, also expensive but very worth it. ALSO IT LITERALLY WARMS UP INSIDE YOU ??? and has like different modes you can switch to. 20000/10)

— creature cocks mystique unicorn silicone dildo (i’m picky with dildos but this one ☝️hell yeah. i like calling it a monster dildo mainly bc of the way it’s shaped heheh. very bumpy, it’s SOOOO. 9/10)

— key to pleasure micro wand (this lil vibrator is supa cute !!! it was the first vibe i’ve bought. it’s cheap, tiny n real easy to use. it’s a great toy to try out if you’re new to toys, and it comes with a remote control 10/10)

— eve’s clit tickling rabbit vibe (thiiiis toy gives u such toe curling orgasms. its silicone, super soft n smooth and specifically focused on g-spot / other erogenous spots. it’s also rechargeable and comes with a cord ☝️. 8/10 because mine broke mid climax and i was devastated)

THOSE ARE ALL I HAVE SO FAR. HAVE FUN 🫡

#vegas.squirthouse #🍭anon

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frostedclock-writes · 4 months ago

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hello I'm the one that asked about the Alastor pov! super excited for it ehehe

While reading the latest chapter I was imagining how Alastor could've felt when seeing reader with hanahaki and how he could've felt when she finally told him and the angst in my head was yummy which is why I asked lmao

in my head, Alastor would be ready to kill whoever hurt the reader via hanahaki (+be hella jealous) only to realize, oops, he's the cause of it

Alastor definitely felt a multitude of feelings in that moment.

Here a special treat anon ♥️

Wrote this real quick (flip side of the last chapter)

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Alastor stopped the elevator, a simple bit of his magic caused the old elevator to stop in its tracks. She wasn't going to slip away so easily. He slipped through the shadows to the small confined space. His left hoof sank into what at first felt like a wet ripped up sack, but the scent was unmistakable. Blood and magnolia blossoms. Sickly sweet to his nose.

His ears twitched. His smile deepened into a stretched grimace as he pulled his hoof up from the mess with a squish kind of sound.

" How unsightly. "

His eyes moved to his target. Y/N.

A small image of her hugging onto Vox's arm cross his thoughts and his nails dug into his palms. He kept his poise, though. He moved away from the puddle and his eyes were trained on her. The woman who has been at his side for so long, his drinking buddy, perpetual dance partner, faithful friend. Someone who waited for him for so long. And then didn't even question where or what he had been doing other then simply stating how she had worried for his safety. Someone like him. Who has countless times used that faithfulness to his own gain.

" You think you can just slip away like that?" Alastor kept his tone as even as he could. His eyes darted to the mess in the floor.

How long had this been going on?

" and now I can see why you haven't been feeling yourself. "

Had she been like this since she arrived? This affliction happened to those in hell who held feelings for one and wouldn't speak them. Was there someone in life that she had held dear and he didn't notice? Or perhaps she developed it in hell. Vox perhaps? Or someone else. Y/N often had been seen at Husker's bar.

" It's nothing." She spoke with such weight in her voice.

A spike in anger hit Alastor like a ton of bricks. She was hurting herself over someone and hadn't even shared it with him! She shared everything with him. Or so he thought.

" Nothing?!"

He moved without much thought. Anger and the instinct to close the space brought him towering over her. She didn't falter. She never seemed frightened of him, even when his temper flared like this.

"Do you even really care? Did you ever care? About me?"

How could she even say that?

He never cared for many people. But she was one exception beyond one woman Alastor knew he wouldn't ever see again. He sat up and looked down at her. Was he missing something?

" What?"

She was crying. No, he liked the smile she usually saved special for him. He felt his own smile twitch. " Or was i just some fun thing to have around? Or did you just like the idea of having someone around that would do anything for you?"

No not just that. More than that.

" Cher..."

"No. Don't... Cher me, Alastor. " She spoke so broken.

" Y/N..." Alastor's couldn't believe this is how she had been feeling, he stopped her from rubbing again on her already reddened cheeks. " How could you ask me that? I care a great deal about you. " He held her trembling hand, cold and soft. Small almost.

" But not in the way that I want you too. " Her hand slipped from his.

He realized in that moment. Alastor placed his hand on her cheek, cold and wet from her tears. He ran his thumb across the track, erasing it. He didn't like the sight of it at all. He enjoyed the sparkle in her eye when he told her a silly joke or when the two of them danced the night away. He took a small breath and he looked into those tear riddled eyes.

He had been hurting her. Without meaning to. Or realizing. She had been keeping him in the dark for decades. Hurting in silence for the sake of him.

" Y/N.... You fancied me?"

#hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hanahaki disease #crimson magnolias #asks #ask box is always open

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luvseraphh · 2 months ago

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HI GIRLYYYY I ADORE ON HOW YOU WRITE SHOTO EHEHE if you don't mind, could I request headcannons for a bubbly and energetic reader with shoto. like even when shoto flirts/compliments her she gets super shyy. however, she's super sweet but she's too sweet to the point she can't stand up for herself. so when she tells or texts him about someone bullied/makes fun of her. and sho is like "let me go and beat them up for you baby." "EH WHAT NOO IT'S OKAYYY." "it's literally not??"

SO SORRY THIS IS LONG IDK HOW TO WRITE REQUESTS. this is also like a two in one request as well,, sorry! no pressure of course! love youu and thank you! <3

yap yap s. todoroki

I did not know what to put as the title so that's what's going on there... LMAO. Shoto with his sweet bubbly energetic girlfriend!

Shoto seems like the complete opposite of you

He's quiet and blunt and you're energetic and sweet

The first time he gave you a casual compliment he was so confused by your flustered reaction

But once you start dating he secretly loves your reactions

Gets so upset when you put other people above yourself

Like wdym they probably didn't mean it....

He would fight someone for you and I am NOT kidding

Taglist - @justmylvr @lwcedribbons @im0nsaturn @dvartefox @failurewater @f0reverfaded @t0asty1 @iv-vee @mp3nai @straows @grenadehearts @hecate-frenchfries

#mha x reader #mha fluff #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #shoto headcanons #shoto torodoki #shoto x reader #mha shoto #shoto todoroki #𐔌 seraph mha 🪻#𐔌 seraph headcanons 🪻#𐔌 seraph shoto 🪻#𐔌 seraph asks 🪻

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max-likes-stuff · 22 days ago

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The Sims Stobotnik updates

(edited: nudity is now censored)

Oh, so many things happened since Stobotnik started living together!

First of all, they almost immediately (spontaneously) exchanged their first kiss:

It was very sweet and Ivo was still in his Boom!form.

(I later switched it to Sonic1!Ivo because the Boom!form, despite being one of my favorites, was a bit bugged).

Things escalated quickly:

Ivo simply couldn't take his hands off his sycophant and they started officially dating! On their first night out, this little cute interaction happened (Stone was tired that day):

They are both Mean and Geniuses, and they have quickly become inseparable. They tend to have the zoomies and to be silly in sync. They often Laugh Maniacally together thinking of world domination, they're adorable!

I'm so happy to play with them after work! I'm modding my The Sims 4 as if I was a kid again.

During their many dates and interactions, steamy stuff happened too (I don't know how to tag this???)

This happened in their wonderful lab, right in the first floor of their Evil Lair:

Sometimes Ivo likes to boss around his sycophant, just to show who's in charge, but they're always super sweet with one another. And yes, they have a sexy sexy basement where they can be Dom and sub and unwind after a long day. I will never thank all the kinky The Sims modders out there enough!

Their compatibility was undeniable and, eventually, Ivo proposed, during a trip on a sunny day:

Their wedding was difficult to play basically because none of the guests would sit down like well-behaved people??? But apart from that, it went well and they were super sweet as usual:

They danced together and in the evening they moved back to their home for more private celebrations (eheh 🌝).

They were constantly happy after getting married (sigh I love them so much) and, not too long after their Big Day, Ivo and Agent (yes it's his first name in my game) adopted their first baby: Sage Robotnik-Stone!

She's a bit fussy, but they have been wonderful parents so far! Ivo has reached the maximum stat in his Scientist career, while Agent has been a stay-at-home-dad while Sage was a newborn. Here's more domestic fluff for you!

But recently, since Sage has grown up a little bit, Stone has decided to get back to work and he's opened his own little business: THE MEAN BEAN! My lovely wife @bispokishreader made a wonderful rendition of the coffee shop and I think it's pretty much identical to the one in the movies.

I'll dedicate a whole new post to that if you're interested! I love the places they live and work in so much, I think they deserve their own separate thing ⭐

(Fun fact: they're neighbors with Hannigram)

#stobotnik #agent stone #dr ivo robotnik #ivo robotnik #dr eggman #dr robotnik #the sims 4 #living my stobotnik dreams in the sims 4 #sage #sage the ai #sonic movie universe #domestic fluff #i love them so so so much!#i just want them to be happy

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niranutcake · 2 months ago

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RTV Tour | Nira Cake PoV

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

@rtv-puzzlevision-studios

(« " " » -> thoughts)

(« — » -> speech)

( @runrabitrunrunrun )

Nira exited the bathroom along with Nicknack, after helping the delivery girl with her powers. She had hoped that it would help, even if for a little bit.

Right on her way she spotted Animsay, who waved at the small squirrel with a grin. Nira eagerly waved back in greeting, smiling widely at the familiar TV head.

She then turned to Nicknack. Her expression became softer and a bit more concerned. Nira nodded to her in silent goodbye and then was off to where everyone was gathering.

But on her way she saw that familiar white and purple-blue person, who seemed to be approaching her. A welcoming smile appeared on the squirrel's face right away.

( @alelathedragon )

— Oooo- your limbs aren't attached to your body... Are you a ghost? Thats really neat.

The sharp-toothed person starts sketching something in their sketchbook.

— Oh! Only my head and tail, heh. But uhh, I'm not a ghost! Just a paper doodle that somehow became alive, hehe.

Nira observed them with a curious, friendly smile.

— I assume you are a ghost, right? That's very cool! I really like your tail and fangs! So pretty~...

— A paper doodle that somehow became alive... Thats.... AMAZING!! — he cackled mischievously. — Wowwweie!

His own tail wagged in excitement as he continued to doodle, he was becoming more visible.... Until the compliment and her blushing made her become transparent once again.

— Ahhhh,,, thank you heheh,,, and y-eah I am a ghostie ghoul sksk,,, a Boo! Specifically, only the best species of ghost.

He claimed confidently.

— Ohh, a Boo! That's neat! I assume you can do lots of cool stuff being a ghost!

The squirrel's tail twitched contently.

He only looked more confident in himself as the subject became about his species- he was proud to be a Boo, and while he wasn't ego sentric the lil guy would praise the species to the outer rim of the galaxy.

— Well- me,,, I'm not that special heh, but! BUT! Boos! We are a species to be wrecking with mweheheheh! Power in numbers is an actual tool for us, the more boos around... The stronger we get. Magic spells, playing pranks.

Her own tail was waggling while starting to ramble about Boos.

The squirrel listened with interest while both of them were slowly making their way back to the crowd.

— Ohhhh, so cool! Being a Boo sounds so much fun! If only I could go through walls and turn invisible... — she sighed with a smile.

— The only power I have is altering living beings' bodily functions and even with that it can be quite dangerous, eheh.

The boo opened and shut his mouth... He could help the lil doodle with that dream of going through walls .... But he didn't want to get in trouble! Not now anyways-

But all the sudden the creatures eyes went super wide like a cat that locked onto something it was going to pounce.

— Wh- wha- why do you sound so disappointed!?! That's fricking awesome! Like you can make somebody's arm act like. Like-

He thought for a minute.

— You can make an arm work like a mouth? Is that the power? Explain explain pleeeease!

His tail was a whirlwind of excitement at this revelation that sounded badass.

The squirrel looked at him in surprise.

Huh. They... Liked her powers? That's... That felt nice actually...

A smile creeped on her face. This Boo person was really nice. A giddy feeling rose inside her heart. She was really enjoying their conversation.

— Oh! Well, uh. Not an entire MOUTH, but... Like, I can make any process that your body can do happen right here and now. Like, by touching your arm with mine and using my power I can make it move. I can make it go limp, or hypersensitive, elevate the pain or any sensitivity at all, heal faster, etc... But I can also make it feel pain, bruise, decay, melt the bones, explode all the blood vessels by increasing blood pressure in them... Soo, stuff like that, haha... — she vaguely moved her hand around while explaining.

But for a moment Nira got quiet and thought. Really thought.

— Hmm. But hypothetically... But only hypothetically, and it'll be very difficult and take a TREMENDOUS amount of energy and brain power... Using the body's remaining stem cells, I can make a sort of an oral apparatus appear on an arm...

She looked at the floor. Huh... She... Never actually thought about that...

Loyboo was intensely listening to the doodle squirrel, eyes sparkling in awe as he just smiled at her. Lightly stimming his hands as she continued.

— OHHHH HAHAHAH!!! THAT'S SICK!!

He accidentally yelled but quickly hushed himself and bounced in place.

— After this whole tour thing is over we should meet up, id LOVE to keep talking with you uhm.... Didn't get your name but,

Explode blood vessels, melt BONES!?!? thats-

All the sudden there was a gunshot which caused the boo to flinch. Looking toward the scene, the lil guys' ears went back as he saw Mr. Stars falling over onto the ground with a crack in his screen.

— M....mr...

He stuttered a little but shook himself out of it.

— HOLY SHIT MR. STARS!! Come on we gotta do something-

But Nira wasn't listening.

All she could do is watch in horror at how her Boss fell to the ground with a loud clank after being shot, as in a slow motion.

She couldn't see, feel or hear anything else.

Suddenly her legs moved by themselves and she bolted to Mr Puzzles.

— BOSS! — a desperate yell left her cords.

Tiny squirrel landed on her knees beside her unconscious superior, little black hands hovering over the TV head, dots of the eyes darting over him in panic horror. She almost touched his head to use her powers but caught herself, realising with heartsore that they won't work on technology.

"Oh God, oh God, what do I do, what happened!?"

In her hurry to Mr Puzzles she vaguely noticed a commotion happening in the crowd. Some people yelled, moved, some rushed to Mr Puzzles too. One of them even transformed into a dragon and stood protectively over him. ( @liliththequeenofdemon )

Nira didn't know how many seconds had passed, all seemed to happen so suddenly and at the same time slowly.

She heard her name being yelled by Lucian, which seemed to snap her out her panic for a moment.

— Yes, I'm here! — Nira shouted back, focusing then on her task at hand.

"Check if he's alive." — she thought with a concentrated expression. "But where, where- Oh!" Medic moved her hand to the man's collar and pushed it away, revealing a bit of organic part. She then took off her glove and placed tiny fingers on his neck, closing her eyes.

The energy flowed in her, corresponding with another under her touch.

"He's alive! Oh thank God!" — Nira exhaled with relief, a small translucent bead appeared in the corner of her eye.

After Nira had calmed down for a moment, she finally noticed Mr Puzzles' current appearance. Pink and white hair, missing bowtie, and- Who the hell put those darn stickers on him!? Her brows furrowed. "This is not a laughing matter!" — the medic thought with exasperation, shifting to remove the sticker notes, paper crinkling loudly in her palms. She rarely, if ever, got angry. She didn't like to get angry. Even now, when it peaked in her heart for a second, boiling with bile, thinking of giving a rap on the knuckles to whoever thought it would be funny to put stickers on her Boss, when she wasn't even sure how bad his condition was.

In the middle of it, the lights suddenly turned off, accompanied with the sound of heavy metal doors shutting. Nira flinched. This snapped her out of her momentarily frustration. She then lifted her ungloved hand, warm orange light coming from it started to illuminate the space around her. She was certainly startled by the sudden darkness, but knew that she needed to remain calm in order to help. To help anyone who needs her.

( @lrayasostripes )

Nira then notices a fox-looking girl next to Mr Puzzles, removing the sticker notes too. "Thank goodness..." The little squirrel was thankful to whoever it was. After all the stickers and hair were removed from the suit with the fox's help, medic lifted her eyes at her, the view immediately catching her attention. She had blood running down her nose!

"Oh God!"

— Are you alright?! Here, let me help. — with that her palm softly touches the girl's nose, warm light additionally emanating from her small fingertips. — There. It should be better.

The squirrel stays near her and Mr Puzzles, helping both as much as she could in this situation while in the middle of all the commotion.

Looks like the crowd was splitting up. Either way, Nira was dead set on going to the Health Department, to her home- familiar residence.

She needed to take her Boss there and help. Even if she has to stay all night by his side. She will make sure he's alright.

Something caught her attention again: the fox girl was feeling unwell. With concern, Nira stretched out her hand but then watched with confusion as another, identically looking girl got the other up and on her hands. "Okay...?".

Either way, Nira started moving too. And it looked like that girl had questions for the little white squirrel.

When I saw the "Health Department" choice in the poll, I was like-

"Oh yay, Health Depart-

Wait, oh sh- , Health Department (O–O;)! "

Haha 😅

Either way, here we gooooo! Thanks @alelathedragon and @lrayasostripes for interaction! It was very fun, yay! 😆

(also throwing in some of my OC's lore~ 😏🤭 hehehe~)

#mr puzzles #smg4 #smg4 mr puzzles #smg4 puzzlevision #puzzlevision #my work #smg4 au #my sona #rtv nira #rtv puzzles #rtv au #rtvtour25 #rtv #nira lore

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helluvapoison · 1 year ago

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Yoooo, so I just read your Birds of a Feather ask, and I LOVED it.

But now my need is itching for something, so, may I kindly request Adam, Lute and Sera/Emily (either or) with a reader who’s wings and magic that’s akin to a Phoenix?

Would love something with them cuddling and flying with their fiery bird lover.

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• There’s nothing in Heaven quite like you and he’s not sure what to do with that

• As The First Man, the first to experience everything, he can’t help but be drawn to originality

• He attempts to come off as casual but, as we know, when Adam is intimidated, he overcompensates

• You were responsible for teaching him how to use his magic but he was frustrated with how different yours was from his

• Purest light could beam from his palms but he envied the fire that illuminated from yours

• “Don’t focus on me,” You would say when he was about to give up

• (As if that was an option)

• “Kind of impossible when you’re so hot, you’re probably responsible for global warming,”

• He thinks he’s hilarious but he’s downright insufferable when one manages to make you smile

• “You’re incorrigible, Adam.”

• The way you speak to him, even when you’re displeased, is coated in a summery tone he just loves to hear

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• It’s usually quite hard to impress her upon impact so color her overwhelmed that you managed to do so

• Lute’s poker face is immaculate but when provided with the opportunity to see you in action, she takes it

• Your wings may not be golden or pure white, but Heaven save her are they gorgeous

• Mortified by her own gawking, Lute immediately reverts back to feigning indifference

• You’re no better than anyone else here in Heaven— That’s not a diss, it’s a rule! Everyone is equal here!

• And yet

• You’re so uniquely resplendent she can’t help but be drawn to you and feel… special when you make time solely for her

• “You look happy today,” You comment with a beam, “Anything to report?”

• “No.” She replies bluntly, like always

• “Oh? Then could it be that you're finally relaxing?”

• “Doubtful.”

• You hum almost knowingly and it sets her entire body on edge, “There’s always tomorrow.”

˚✧₊⁎ Emily ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Did you know you’re very warm? Like, super duper warm!?

• You give the best hugs, Emily makes you a ribbon that says so!

• (Maybe don’t wear it around others? Favoritism doesn’t look good around here but she just had to let you know!)

• Heaven is the perfect temperature all the time. Not too cold or too hot; everything is just right

• If you could keep a secret for her though? Wait, secrets aren’t really allowed so maybe it’s less of a secret and more of a compliment? She feels the most comfortable standing beside you

• “You’re like a campfire— but a person! You’re so cozy and nice to be around. I bet we could toast marshmallows on you!”

• “Wanna try?” You ask with a raised brow

• “Yes please!”

• So much of her time is spent making everyone else happy (which she’s grateful she can provide!) that she doesn’t realize how draining it is until she gets to sit next to you and relax

• Emily’s most favorite part is when your wing stretches out and drapes over her shoulders

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ thank you so mochi for your kind words! sorry i could only fit cuddling for emily (who was very fun to write by the by!) the rest i wanted to try something with, i hope it calms your itch friend ehehe!

#hazbin hotel adam headcanon #hazbin hotel adam imagine #hazbin hotel adam x reader #lute imagine #lute headcanon #lute x reader #hazbin hotel emily x reader #hazbin hotel emily

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madebycloud · 2 years ago

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Melting

wednesday addams x fem!reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞��𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary: you went trick or treating with your girlfriend. warnings/themes: fluff, soft!wednesday (ooc eheh), halloween, trick-or-treating, making out words: 1.8k

'Tis the witching season!

The whole neighborhood is in a festive mood, with ghouls and ghosts lurking around, kids dressed up as their favorite or the scariest characters.

Now, there's someone who couldn't care less about all the hoopla.

You know Wednesday doesn't like to be all sunshine and rainbows, but secretly, you've always wished she would let her guard down and have some fun.

“It's overrated,” she scoffs. But if there's one thing that can sway her, it's you.

The nostalgia. You missed those carefree days when your only worry was scoring as much candy as possible in one night. And now you have the perfect opportunity to go back to your child self and relive those memories.

“Pleeeeeeaaaaase Wednesday,” you whine, dropping to your knees and clasping your hands in front of her.

She doesn't bat an eye. She just continues to write, her fingers moving across the typewriter.

“Please baby, please love, please,” you try again, pulling out all the stops—cute silly nicknames, puppy dog eyes that you know she secretly adores. “It'll be super fun.”

Finally, she stops writing. She lifts her head and turns to face you. She pauses for a long moment, considering your plea. “Fine. But only on one condition,” she starts. “I know it's important to you—so I'll indulge your request. This is just a one-time thing. We won't be making this a habit.”

“Just... once?”

“Just once,” she repeats.

You think for a moment. “...okay.” You nod. “But I'll choose the costume.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Fine, no funny business. Let's make this quick and clean, understood?”

“Understood.” You grin.

—

“Hey there, Mario!” you exclaim with an exaggerated Italian accent while waving your hands around, trying to mimic how he does it. “It's-a-me, Luigi, your lovable sidekick!”

“It's-a-me, Luigi? I don't know which I hate more—my ridiculous costume or your ridiculous sense of humor.”

Her eyes narrow as she looks down at the garish plumber's costume she's forced to wear. She even has to wear a fake mustache. “I can't believe I let you convince me to wear this ridiculous costume.”

You shrug nonchalantly, ignoring the daggers she's sending your way. “Don't worry, no one will recognize you as Wednesday with this get-up.” You wink, but she's having none of it. “Besides, this is just a 'one-time' thing, right?”

She groans. “Just make sure you carry this, you have a stronger arm.” With a huff, she hands you the pumpkin. “After all, you're the one who suggested this fiasco, so the least you could do is carry the stupid thing.”

Her hand snakes around your wrist. Her grip is so tight you can feel it even through your gloves.

You both made your way to Jericho, the streets were alive with kids in crazy costumes running around, laughing and shouting as they made their way to different houses. The streets are lined with jack-o'-lanterns and spider webs.

Suddenly, you spot a house that looks amazing. There are a few children waiting outside, excitedly chattering as they anticipate a chance to fill their buckets with candy.

“Let's try that one,” you say, pointing to the house. “They look like they're giving out some good treats.”

Wednesday just nods and crosses her arms, not seeming interested in going with you to get candies. “I'll just stay here,” she insists.

“Are you sure?” you ask, pausing to look at her for a moment.

She simply nods, waiting for you to get your candies. You give her a smile and head towards the house. You ring the doorbell and wait for someone to answer. A woman with a warm smile opens the door.

“Trick or treat!” you say, holding your pumpkin out.

However, the woman looks at you with disdain. “Aren't you a little too old for this?”

The smile slips from your face as you realize what she means. But before you can say anything else, she closes the door in your face. You stand there, stunned, staring at the closed door.

That was rude.

You return to Wednesday, shoulders slumping as you hold up your empty pumpkin.

She looks at you, raising an eyebrow, as if to ask what happened.

You scratch the back of your neck and frown. She can almost see the smoke coming out of your ears. “She... she said I was too old for this.”

You can tell she's angry at the way you were treated, and you secretly hope she doesn't plan on getting back at the woman for her rudeness. She can't believe the audacity of that woman, as if there's an age limit for having fun.

Still, you don't let the incident put a damper on the rest of your night.

“It's fine, there's still a lot of houses we can try again,” you say, grabbing her arms and looking around for another house to approach.

But people keep telling you that you're too old for Halloween and refuse to give you candy.

Wednesday senses your disappointment and starts coming up with elaborate plans to avenge the people who have denied you treats. She seems determined to make them pay for their deeds, yet you keep trying to convince her to just move on and keep searching for sweets.

Just as you were about to give up, you came across a house with the porch light off, but you could hear giggling coming from inside.

This time, Wednesday joins you in trick-or-treating.

Together, you knock on the door and a person in a ghost costume stands in the doorway, holding a bowl of candy.

“Trick or treat,” you say, holding out your pumpkin for a sweet.

Wednesday's stare serves as a warning to the person not to disappoint you or suffer the consequences.

The man hesitates before finally grabbing a handful of candy from the bowl and thrusting it into your pumpkin, his hands shaking with fear.

You thank them, and Wednesday gives you a smile as you walk away. “See? Things aren't so bad after all.”

Wednesday rolls her eyes. “Let's just keep going,” she says, before pushing you forward towards the next house.

—

You were walking back from trick-or-treating, your pumpkin filled to the brim with sweets and goodies.

“Let's go back,” Wednesday mumbles. Her hand slips into your biceps, yet she hardly even notices.

You nod, prepared to return home. However, before you can leave, you hear a voice from behind you.

“Wednesday Addams?!” the boy says in shock, recognizing her beneath the Mario costume.

“Oh, for Christ's sake,” Wednesday mutters. She can't believe someone recognized her in this stupid, ridiculous Mario costume. She can swear in her life that she's never felt so stupid.

You turn to see a boy dressed in a brightly colored insect costume, his antennae bobbing as he waves at both of you. “Hey Eugene!”

Wednesday narrows her eyes. “What are you doing here, Eugene?”

“I came to get some candy!” He replies eagerly, his eyes sparkling, but then his eyes widen. “Wait... is that really you... Wednesday?” he asks, taking a step forward.

Wednesday clenches her jaw and you stifle a laugh, amused by her reaction. You offer Eugene some candy from your pumpkin, and he excitedly accepts it, thanking you.

“Eugene, can you take a picture of us?” you request, handing him your phone.

Wednesday snaps her head in your direction, her eyebrows furrowing as she glares at you. She's just about lost it. She swore in her mind that she will never take a picture wearing this ridiculous costume.

You flung your arm around her and gave a peace sign as Eugene held up your phone. You chuckle and give Wednesday's waist a reassuring squeeze.

“Three, two...”

Wednesday knows she will be miserable. But she looks at your smile and realizes that, despite her aversion to the costume, she doesn't want to ruin your fun. So she reluctantly struck a peace sign, hoping that no one would recognize her under that ridiculous mustache.

“One!” the flash flickers, and the photo is captured.

She can't deny the warmth in her chest as she watches the picture saved to your phone.

—

Your feet are starting to feel tired after walking so much. Eager to rest your legs, the two of you make your way over to a nearby bench, tucked away amidst the shadows of the trees.

Wednesday is now holding the pumpkin-shaped basket full of sweets while you gaze up at the stars in the sky. She pulls out one of the candies and pops it into her mouth.

“Taste good?” You turn to look at her.

“Tastes like poison,” she teases before popping it into her mouth.

You can't help but stare at her lips. Why did her lips look like they were begging to be kissed?

“Do you want one?” Wednesday asks, seemingly reading your thoughts.

You're too stunned to speak, but a soft “yes” managed to escape your lips.

Smile curves on her lips, as if she knew exactly what she's doing. She offers the candy before you swallow it whole, savoring the sweetness on your tongue.

A glance at her lips and then back at her eyes tells her everything she needs to know.

Before you knew it, Wednesday leans in to share the sweet with you, her lips soft and supple on yours, the taste of candy still lingering on your tongue.

When you finally pull away, you're left weak in the knees and breathless.

Wednesday's lips parted slightly, her breath brushing against your cheek. You lean in again, but she stops you with a hand on your chest.

“One condition,” she whispers.

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“I get to choose the costume next year.”

“We're going to trick or treat again next year?” you ask, grinning. “Fine,” you concede, “your choice of costume next year then.”

With Wednesday's permission granted, you lean in for another kiss, this time lingering even longer than before.

But you pull away, teasing her. “Wait.”

“What now?”

“Well, I was thinking we could dress up as Remy and his human companion, Alfredo from Ratatouille.”

Her eyes narrow, annoyed at your ridiculous choice.

“Okay, I admit, that was a terrible idea, but what about SpongeBob and Patrick? or I can go as Squidward, and we can be rivals instead,” you suggest, desperate to find a costume she'll actually like.

You can see the corner of her lips twitching up into a smile. “You did not just suggest that.”

“Oh yes I did.”

“I'm not dressing up as a rat with a chef's hat next year, that's for sure. And you're not going to make me dress up as a sponge either.”

You smirk. “Maybe not, but I'll still find a way to make you dress up as something ridi—”

Before you finish your sentence, Wednesday's lips are on yours once more, drowning out your words. Her fingers glide down your jaw as she draws you in closer.

“That's it,” she whispers between kisses. “You're stuck with me now.”

And you wouldn't want it any other way.

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#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday imagine #wedneday addams imagines #wednesday series #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday addams x you #jenna ortega x you #wednesday netflix #wednesday x you #wednesday x fem!reader #jenna x reader #reader insert #female reader

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thelonelyshore-if · 7 months ago

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Ehehe you know I gotta ask for sfw alphabet for my baby Jay *kicks feet*

Here's a whole collection of fun facts for you <3 Alphabet beneath the cut!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Very! They're super physically affectionate, even in their platonic relationships, so they're big on hugs or a hand squeeze with friends. And with their partners they love kisses and cuddling.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jay is a super solid friend to have. They’re very loyal and will always have your back. They’re a little less gentle with their friends than they are with their partner(s)–a lot more teasing and also more willing to call them out on their shit. And since Jay’s pretty outgoing I could see any friendship starting by them just straight-up approaching you and starting a conversation.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

They're a big cuddler for sure. They like laying with their arm hooked around your shoulders and you curled into their side.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yessss they definitely do want to settle down someday; they're big on family. Jay's a fairly tidy person, but cooking is one of their greatest weaknesses. They typically eat out more often than not; or heat up premade meals.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

They're very gentle about it…but honest. Firm. They won't beat around the bush and will be very clear about their reasons, but they're not going to set out to hurt the person, either. They would do their best to hide how much it’s affecting them in an attempt to get a relatively clean break. And they’d want to be friends afterwards, as long as the reason for the breakup isn’t like. Something terrible.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Commitment doesn't bother Jay–they prefer being in a committed relationship to anything more casual–but they also see the value in keeping things light while they're getting to know a partner. MC is…a bit of an exception to this though. At this point in their life, they wouldn't be opposed to getting engaged after a year or two of dating.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Oh they're so, so gentle…the vast majority of the time. Which isn't to say they can't be harsh and thoughtless, because they absolutely can, but overall they're quite the softie.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Yes!!! Jay loves hugs!!! They'll take hugs literally whenever they're not picky. They tend to sweep you into it, holding you tightly and–especially if romanced–bury their head in your shoulder (or your hair, if you're much shorter than them hehe).

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

They're somebody who says it pretty freely, to friends and partners alike. They don't see the point in holding back.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jay definitely gets jealous, but they do their best to process it in a healthy way. They’re polyamorous, so communication and honesty are super important to them–even in a fully monogamous relationship. They try to be upfront when they’re feeling jealous and to move past it…though sometimes that’s easier said than done.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Their kisses tend to be the slow, smoldering type. Something that starts almost chaste before slowly building into something deeper. They’ll kiss you anywhere–they aren’t picky–though they do like kissing on the lips. It leaves them breathless and lightheaded and giddy. They also like kissing their partner’s stomach and thighs. Meanwhile, being kissed anywhere on the chest drives them insane.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

They love kids!! They’ve spent most of their life looking out for their kid sister and her friends, and they’re really good with kids in general. They’ve got a pretty outgoing and gentle personality that lends well to dealing with children. Jay does want to be a parent someday, though if it wasn’t in the cards for their partner it wouldn’t be a dealbreaker.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Jay is used to early mornings due to work, even though naturally they prefer sleeping in. On the weekdays you’d wake up in their arms. They’d hold you for as long as they could, but eventually it would be time to get up and eat a (quick, simple) breakfast. Then a peck on the lips and off they’d go.

On the weekends, they like to be a little indulgent. They only go to the shelter once, in the afternoons, for lunchtime. Other than that, they’re typically off. They’d hold you for much longer on the weekends–take their time with it. When it was finally time to get up, they’d invite you to go out for breakfast. A slow and cozy morning.

That all being said…all bets are off when there’s a search going on.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Jay likes giving themself time to unwind from the day. They tend to spend their nights relaxing as much as possible–typically they like to curl up on the couch with a book. They'd love to share a relaxing night with a partner–and then share a shower, with bed right after.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Hmmm…I'd say Jay is pretty middle of the road when it comes to openness. They don't consider themself somebody with a lot of secrets, but some things–the hard things–they'd prefer to save until they're much closer to somebody.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It depends honestly. There are a lot of things about the world they live in that royally piss them off, and they get frustrated often enough. Typically they don't get angry without good reason…but once they're truly pissed it can take them a while to move on, depending on the circumstances. Especially if they're feeling betrayed.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Jay's a pretty thoughtful person!! They certainly don't have like. An encyclopedic memory of you lol, but they do their best to remember the details.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Continuing the trend of hinting at a future moment, since the relationship hasn't started yet: their first date will be a picnic. Of sorts.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You know Jay is soooo protective. Not on a controlling way, but when it comes to The Horrors?? They'll do everything in their power to keep you safe. And they like feeling protected, too. They want to feel like they and MC have each other's backs

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

They'd put in a fair amount of effort!! They're a romantic, and they like doting on their partner.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overworking is the big one. Especially when somebody is missing–they have a one-track mind. But even then they tend to stay late at the clinic or volunteer around town. Jay doesn't like being alone with their thoughts, and this means it might be hard to get them to slow down.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

It depends on the Jay. They both take a lot of pride in their looks, but M!Jay doesn’t think about it much beyond that. F!Jay, on the other hand, has more expectations due to being a woman. She puts more effort into her appearance than her male counterpart, but also does find a lot of joy in it, even though she never feels like she has enough time.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Nah lol. They’d miss you and feel the loss quite incredibly, but they feel like a complete person all on their own and not even a deep relationship would change that.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Jay swears up and down that they’ve seen wolves in the woods, something that nobody else seems to believe. They play guitar and have a very nice singing voice. Even if they weren’t in Easthaven they’d be a veterinarian–they love animals c:

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Jay wouldn’t consider it a dealbreaker if their partner didn’t want kids–not at all. But they’d find it very, very unattractive if their partner was somebody who was mean to kids. Or even rude. In fact, the one thing I know will be a dealbreaker for Jay in-canon will be if you’re exceedingly mean to their sister. They won’t put up with that shit.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

They have a super thick quilt in their room that they sleep with even if it’s the middle of summer. They claim it’s because they get cold, but more often than night they end up kicking off the quilt and just going without any blankets.

#asks #jay #i got a few more requests for them #but i don't have the energy to screenshot the asks #sorry y'all!!#but here's this

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sonic-takeover · 22 days ago

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(OMG I'VE BEEN (half?) GONE FOR LIKE A MONTH I'M FINALLY CAUGHT UP HOORAY🎉)

... shadow. I love you but SHADOW WHEN I CATCH YOU-

On another noteeee, Sonic, how are you feeling after all that? With everything that's happened today, I would feel totally overwhelmed!! That frantic rambling is a something I do to keep myself from absolutely freaking out. Literally are you okay????

ALSO SILVER AND ESPIO‼️

Silver oh my gosh are you OK?! Silver always remember you are more than enough and you're incredible and I'm sure Espio would agree!!!!!

And Espio I know you said you were ok, but just in case have an ice pack and some candy. You've been so chivalrous this whole time following Shadows (kinda unfairly) strict rules, so be a teen for a while.

LOVE EVERYONE SOSOSOSOSOS MUCH AND I HOPE EVERYONES SAFE AND SOUND 💗

(also mod how do you do it omg this is incredible)

I fear I've spoken too much (I will be back to talk to Shadow)

Tch. Like you could even get close. Don't worry, Sonic is disappointed enough for the both of you. At least he can keep up.

Eheh.. Yeahhh, today's been a lot. Kinda expected it, but still. The wedding was weird as hell, but then there was Shads' promise ring proposal, having to be around Jet and Swifty, and then the whole crash deal? And Shadow and Silver being at odds, agh... It's a lot for one day, hah.. Let's just say I can't wait to get home and take a big ol' nap with my boyfriend.

Aww... You're so nice! Thanks, shayla :) Yeah, it's been kinda crazy today, but I have a boyfriend now! That's a silver lining, right? Hehe, silver lining~ But yeah, I'm not super happy with my pops right now, but Espio's being so so kind through it all. He's really putting in an effort to be here for me even though he's the one who got hurt. He's so great, heh... I can't help but feel bad about earlier, though... I almost let everyone down.. I was ready to give up. I need to think about some things...

I am not a teenager, but I thank you for your kindness regardless. *His last ice pack is melted now. He takes the one you gave him and presses it to his cheek, sighing at the soothing cold* This was something I had expected to happen, so I'm not surprised. I'm more worried about Silver. He seems to be very affected by Shadow's behavior. Today has been a day full of unfortunate circumstances, so I'm going to just be here for him while he rests. He's been a lot quieter than I know him to be.

((One post at a time, lots of Sonic media, and making sure to have fun writing it, haha! Also, welcome back! -Mod))

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kayharrisons · 8 months ago

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Let's have some fun, this beat is sick, wanna take a ride on your- [Bjorn x fem!reader x Kay] [NSFW, 18+]

You're the manager of the up and coming band Corbelan. Only you wish you weren't when you catch your lead singer and drummer fucking.

A/N: i can't lie guys I'm coming out as a Kay x Bjorn shipper 🧍‍♀️I'm highkey obsessed with them so have this random au where the Romulus crew are a band and you catch Kay and Bjorn fucking! Title is from Love Game by Lady Gaga!

Not SUPER important but here's everyone's roles in the band ehehe:

Kay: lead vocals

Rain: keyboard

Bjorn: drums, male vocals

Navarro and Tyler: guitar, backing vocals

Warnings: cousin incest, manager x bandmembers, threesome, sex, face sitting, p in v penetration, fingering, jacking off Bjorn, lil bit of name calling, Bjorn being a smug little shit, catching people in the act, so very unprofessional oh my god there's so many employment boundaries being broken here, Kay and Bjorn are freaky and I rate them for it, idk if the positions will make sense but fuck it we BALL

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" you ask, phone gripped tightly between your fingers, eye twitching as Bjorn stuffs himself back into his jeans, as Kay frantically pulls back up her underwear and her overalls.

"Hey, look-" Kay begins, eyes so impossibly wide. "-it's not what- it's not what it looks like-"

"Actually," Bjorn damn near purrs, slinging an arm around Kay's shoulders and leaning over her, smirking at the fury on your face. "S'actly what it looks like."

"You're- you two are cousins-"

"Not actually related-" Kay defends, voice nothing but a squeak, a shuddery exhale escaping her as Bjorn presses a kiss to her throat.

"Wouldn't stop us even if we were, would it love?" he grins, nipping at her throat before straightening up.

"You're supposed to go on in five fucking minutes-"

"Relax," Bjorn holds up his hands, leaning against the back of the couch, slouched over as he lights up a cigarette. "Didn't fuck her long enough to make her lose her voice."

"Bjorn!" Kay chides, cheeks pink. "...my voice will be fine."

Your eye twitches at the sight of them. Kay wringing her hands anxiously in front of her, Bjorn staring at you and taking drags of his cigarette. Your lead singer and drummer, ladies and gentlemen, just got caught screwing like horny fucking rabbits. You'd literally watched Bjorn's dick pound in and out of Kay's soaked cunt, watched her nails claw at the back of his t-shirt, watched him desperately grope at her chest.

And they're fucking cousins. Technically. Literally. Fucking hell.

"Kay, go." you damn near bark. She nods, sharing one last look with Bjorn, who strokes a hand through her hair and nods back at her. He is completely shameless in the way he stares after her ass as she does.

Jesus fucking christ.

You should've been a librarian or something. Something nice, wholesome, where you don't have to deal with this shit.

"What would you have done if it'd been Tyler who'd walked in?"

"Well," Bjorn hums, taking a thoughtful drag of his cigarette, before pointing his fingers to the wall. "Be a me sized hole in it right 'bout now. And besides, he fuckin' knocks, unlike some people."

"Don't take that goddamn tone with me, Bjorn," you snipe back, all sickly sweet. "I'm not the one fucking my cousin."

"Shame. Bet you'd look gorgeous all fucked out after a tryst."

Your eye twitches again. He smirks wider. The smoke curling from his cigarette and into his face truly makes him look like a fucking demon.

Ugh, like one of those hot ones that would be on like... Supernatural or whatever.

"Finish that," you snap, gesturing to his cigarette. "And get on stage. I'll talk to you both after about..."

"Right, sure," he hums, legs crossed at the ankles. "Me and Kay, you're mad. Yeah, yeah."

"Bjorn-"

"Jealous, love?" he smirks, cocking his head. "Wish it were you getting bent over and fucked? My cock in that tight cunt of yours?"

You flush, stammering, because what? This is all sorts of levels of unprofessional and-

Bjorn's smirk deepens, his eyes darkening. "Or do you wish you were me? Picture yourself fucking my cousin's pretty cunt, do ya? Imagining your mouth on it? Fingers? Don't leave out any details, darlin'-"

"Out!" you bark, heart hammering in your chest.

Bjorn holds up his hands, stubbing out his cigarette before sidling past you and out into the hall, following the directions towards the stage.

Two minutes later, you hear the guitar riff of the opening song start up, just as you sink into the couch, your head buried in your hands and a curious throbbing between your legs.

Maybe Bjorn hadn't been too far off after all.

\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

The pair stare at you sitting across from them. The rest of the band had vacated the building, returning to the hotel for a night of well earned rest.

These two, however, had hung back per your request.

Kay's knee bounces anxiously, only stilled by Bjorn's hand gently coming to rest atop it, giving it a comforting squeeze. You watch them, feeling as though you're outside of your body in that moment, as they seem to know and anticipate the other's movements befor they make them.

Bjorn has always kept Kay steady. You'd picked up on it, encouraged it, even. He kept her calm, be it a hand on her shoulder or one of his distracting and outlandish stories. It was hard to miss, the way her shoulders seemed to relax around him, how her face fell into nothing but fond warmth. He was always the first to jump to her defence, to tell tabloids and reporters to suck his dick and fuck off when they quizzed him on Kay's supposed "loose" love life. The others did too, of course, but Bjorn had always held a special kind of vitriol in his eyes when doing so, an odd tenseness to his form.

And Kay? Well, she'd always kept his temper in check, placating him with mere looks or a gentle touch to his arm. Similarly, Kay was always first to his defence, albeit less aggressively than Bjorn was for her, but her soft words and furrowed brow sometimes felt like more of a hard hit than Bjorn's hot headed impulsiveness.

Little things that you'd thought nothing of, at the time. But now, knowing what you know...

"Does anyone else know?" you ask, arms crossed, brow furrowed.

"No," Kay says, quietly, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's... hard to explain our relationship, I'm sure you understand that-"

"Cousins." you retort, and her face darkens in colour. Bjorn's, however, darkens like that of an incoming thunder storm.

"Not actually fuckin' related to her, as we said earlier." he snips back, only relaxing when Kay strokes a hand up and down his spine. "Look, we love each other, we share no genes, what's the big fuckin' deal? It's a bit, y'know, odd, we know that-"

"Had a lot of crisises about it!" Kay adds, and Bjorn grunts his acknowledgement.

"-but it's not like we're doin' anythin' wrong!"

"You think that media outlets are gonna see it that way?" you ask, sighing. "Or even Tyler-"

"I've got him handled!" Kay insists, and even Bjorn arches a brow at that. "Promise. I know how to handle him."

You huff heavily through your nose. "I'm not happy about any of this, hope you both know that."

"Don't give a fuck, love," Bjorn informs you, cheerfully. "If we're bein' frank, I still think you're jealous-"

"That-" you stammer, cheeks burning. Kay raises her brows, cocking her head in thought as she looks at you. Her stare is just as piercing as her cousin's own. "-is completely unprofessional and crossing a line and I'd care for you to not-"

"Are you?" Kay asks, oh so sweetly, as she leans forward a little in her seat. Bjorn's hand idly strokes up and down her leg, his eyes locked on you.

"S'like I told ya, love," he murmurs in her ear, nose nudging her temple as his gaze burns into yours. "She doesn't know who to be jealous of."

Kay hums, body instinctively melting into his. She turns her head, nudging her nose against his, her warm eyes searching his face, drawing his eyes back to hers. His free hand reaches up, cuppping her cheek with a tenderness you've never known him to have.

Your stomach clenches a little at the sight. Your eyes dart between them both.

You have no idea who to look at.

Kay smiles warmly, lips not quite yet meeting Bjorn's. "I think it's both, baby," she hums, glancing over to you, warm smile turning into something sharper, almost feline. "Look at her, trying to figure it out."

Bjorn chuckles softly as he looks to you, brushing his lips against Kay's temple, his icy blue eyes feel more like molten heat than anything cold in that moment.

"Wanna give her a show, then?" he asks, his hand sliding up her thigh, oh so gently trailing along her inner thigh before cupping her cunt through her overalls. Kay whimpers softly, grinding her crotch down into his hand. "S'a good girl," he encourages, pecking her forehead, before his hand roves up her stomach, skimming over her breasts before unhooking the straps of her overalls. "Off." he taps her still clothed stomach, and she grins at him, one he matches with equal intensity.

Has... Bjorn ever looked so happy in all this time you've been managing the band?

Wait.

Why the fuck is that your concern?

Kay is literally standing before you, sliding her overalls off, along with kicking off her shoes. She's left in her cropped tee and panties, and your stomach flutters at the sight. The throbbing between your legs pulses.

"You like?" she asks, twirling one of her curls around her finger. Bjorn inclines his head at you, brows raised in challenge. "We can always stop-"

"I don't think she could if she even wanted to," he damn near sing songs, rising to his feet and moving behind her. He loops his arms around her waist, leaning his chin against her shoulder. "Look at her, squirmin' in her fuckin' seat. Wouldn't be surprised if she's ruined the fuckin' upholstery with how soaked her cunt is."

"Bjorn," Kay chides, tilting her head back to meet his eyes. "Don't be crude." he rolls his eyes, but is sufficiently chided. Until, that is, Kay looks at you with her dark eyes, something hungry in them that you've never seen on her usually oh so sweet face. "Unless you're into that?" she asks you, and Bjorn perks up again. "I know I am. But I know it's not for everybody. Just because I like it when he calls me a dirty little slut doesn't mean you will, y'know?"

Jesus fucking christ.

"I..."

You've always been career driven, always pushed to be the best, to be worth the money, hell, to find the people who make the money. And this? It crosses so many boundaries, would tar your reputation if it ever got out, could ruin your personal relationships...

And yet.

Yet, as you watch Bjorn's fingers trail down Kay's stomach, as you watch him slip them beneath the lace of her underwear, as you watch his fingers circle her clit a few times before disappearing into her cunt, as you watch Kay's eyes roll back and her mouth part...

You find yourself unable to care.

You launch yourself at them, slamming your lips against Kay's, to which she squeaks into your mouth with surprise. You cup her face with one hand, fingers moving back to tangle in her hair. Your other hand moves back, grips tightly onto Bjorn's t-shirt, before sliding down to his belt buckle, fumbling with the metal a moment before undoing it, fingers quickly making short work of his zipper before reaching inside and-

"No boxers?" you query, pulling away from Kay's soft lips to squint at him. She whines a little at the loss, and you soothingly run your thumb over her cheek. "Jesus, you really are a whore, huh, Bjorn?"

"Shut up-" he breaks off into a whimper as you wrap your hand around his cock, pumping your hand up once, twice-

"He really is," Kay hums, leaning back against him, head against his shoulder. "All you gotta do is give him a look and he'll cream his fucking pants like he's a damn virgin. It's super flattering, actually."

Bjorn groans, burying his face in Kay's curls as you work your hand steadily up and down his rock hard dick. "This was a mistake, gettin' you two together in the same room like this-" he mutters, and Kay reaches back, tangling a hand in his hair and lightly tugging on the locks.

"You sure about that, baby?" she purrs, meeting your eyes with a smirk. "You don't want me to tell our manager about all the times you've come outta meetings with her so bricked up you had to fuck your cousin? Or when we'd tell each other about what we'd let her do to us?"

Your cunt pulses again, tongue darting out to moisten your lips. "What would you let me do?" You ask Kay, as Bjorn is too busy whining and whimpering into Kay's hair, his hips bucking with every pump of your fist.

Kay smiles, free hand reaching out, ghosting over your breasts before trailing up your neck and oh so gently cupping your cheek. "Everything," she breathes, leaning her forehead against yours. "But our favourite is- is you letting me sit on your face while Bjorn fucks you."

You whimper at the thought, cunt gushing the second the words leave her lips.

Kay giggles softly, resting her hands on your waist, before sliding them up and over your breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Her fingers make short work of your blouse buttons, soon sliding the material down your arms, her warm hands leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"You're so pretty," she compliments, breathlessly, and this time she's the one lurching forward, slamming her lips into yours as her fingers roughly grope at your breasts. You moan into her mouth, and Bjorn swears softly from behind Kay, whining into her hair again. That is, before he's reaching out with his free hand, tangling it in your hair and yanking your lips from Kay's to his.

His lips are so soft, for someone who can be so viscious with his tongue.

The three of you stumble over to the couch, a tangle of limbs, of desperate kisses, of wandering hands, of clothes being rapidly shed.

Before you know it, the three of you are bare, you're being oh so gently pushed onto your back by Bjorn, who runs his hands down your legs before parting your legs for him. Kay sits close by your head, fingers gently kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching your nipples between her expert fingers.

"You sure?" Bjorn asks you, idly pumping his hand up and down his cock, eyes half shut from the pleasure, the lust.

"Yeah," you breathe, and he exhales shakily, leaning forward with his hands braced against your knees. He rubs the swollen head of his cock against your soaked folds, resulting in cries from you both, before he inches his way inside of you. You whimper at the fullness, the delicious ache of him stretching you with each and every inch.

"Fuckin' shit-" Bjorn cries out, squeezing his eyes shut and tilting his head back, chest heaving as in inhales desperately for air. "So fuckin' tight, sweetheart- christ, it's like a fuckin' vice-"

You babble out something incoherent, and Kay giggles at it, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips, before sitting up and leaning over to peck Bjorn, her fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him forward, deeper inside of you.

You cry out, arching your back and squeezing your eyes shut tight as Bjorn moans into Kay's mouth. She shuffles forward, thighs on either side of your face, her soaked cunt inches away from your mouth.

"You okay with-" you silence her question by grabbing her hips and slamming her down onto your face, hands gripping at her thighs as you start to eagerly lap at her soaked folds.

Kay moans, fingers clutching Bjorn's shoulders as she starts to buck her hips to and fro against your face, her eyes heavy as she watches Bjorn's cock disappear in and out of you.

"I knew you'd like it," Bjorn mutters, smirking at Kay as her dark eyes flick to his. "Dirty little slut, aren'tcha, Kay, love?"

"Yeah," she gasps, as your tongue circles her clit, as your moan sends a shock up her spine. "But you like that about me, cousin."

He whimpers at that, lurching forward and tangling his hands in her hair as he slams his lips against hers, his thrusts staggering a moment before resuming his prior brutal pace.

You've never cum from just penetration alone, but fuck you're going to tonight. The combination of Kay's wet heat, the taste of her, and Bjorn's dick filling you up in all the right ways, the thrill of it all... you can already feel it building.

"Oh just like that, baby," Kay encourages you, groaning and leaning her head back, rocking her hips harder, faster. You moan at the feeling, at her wetness coating your tongue, your mouth. You fingers dig into her thighs, nails leaving crescent shaped marks in her smooth skin, as you speed up your tongue against her clit, spelling your name against the flesh. "Jesus- shit- fuck-"

Kay near collapses her full weight onto your face, it's only Bjorn reaching out and holding her up that stops her. You moan against her pulsing cunt, unable to stop yourself from lapping up her wetness, from lightly teasing her clit and poking your tongue in and out of her pussy. Kay whimpers, tapping at your waist. "Baby, fuck, baby I'm so sensitive, I can't-"

"She can," Bjorn encourages you, squeezing your thigh, as his other hand moves between your joined bodies, his nimble fingers gathering up your own wetness and moving to your clit. You moan against Kay's cunt again, which causes her to splutter, her fingers clutching the couch to keep herself upright. "C'mon, love, think you can make her cum again? Cause I do, reckon it'd be real easy for you to make my cousin a right fuckin' mess."

Kay whines softly, even as you continue your teasing ministrations against her. Her hips buck against your face, craving her release yet again.

"She's desperate for it," Bjorn groans, as his pace grows sloppier, his own release nearing. "Fuck, her cunt never gets enough. Always greedy for it, aintcha, cuz?" he asks her, receiving another whine in response. He laughs breathlessly, removing his hand from your thigh to grab at her throat, squeezing lightly. "S'only me that usually gets her off this good, but you, love?" He coos at you, fingers speeding up against your clit. "I knew you'd manage, fuck, knew you'd be perfect for us to screw. Just as much of a desperate slut as my cousin, aren'tcha? I could tell from a mile away that'cha needed a good fuck, the right cock to driv you fuckin' stupid," he grunts, hiking your leg up high around his waist as he drills into you.

You can only choke out a moan of his name against Kay's cunt, as you feel your release build and build, before stars explode behind your eyes and your back arches off of the couch, your wail muffled by Kay's body.

Bjorn swears loudly, before collapsing forward, panting for breath as his dick twitches and pulses inside of you with his own release, filling you up with his cum. You damn near cum again from that sensation alone.

Kay continues to rock against your face as you and Bjorn recover, and it doesn't take her long to reach her second orgasm, collapsing backwards onto the couch with a content sigh, her arm over her eyes and her legs shaking.

The three of you remain in silence for a minute, the only sounds being that of your staggered breathing, all of you trying to catch your breath.

Until...

"Hang on!" Bjorn sits up, pointing a finger at Kay. "No fair you came twice and we only did the once! You really are greedy, jesus fuckin' christ-"

"You were the one encouraging me to get her to cum again." You remind him, arching a brow as you wipe Kay's slick from your face.

"Still!" He protests, pouting. "I demand a rematch-"

"This was a match?" Kay asks, raising her brows and lowering her arm from her eyes.

"Fuckin' whateva- I still think that we should get to cum twice-" he gestures between you and him, smirking at Kay. "Dontcha agree? Round two, anyone?"

You tilt your head back to look at Kay, and she looks back down at you. A beat passes.

You both burst out into a fit of giggles, which causes Bjorn to pout even further as he defends himself.

Despite your giggles... well, round 2 starts not even ten minutes later.

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