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cubicle-eyes · 1 year

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Hey, if your requests are open could you please write some kind of Crimson x reader one shots? I know the episode just came out and there’s nothing really about him yet but I just think he’s hot ❤️‍🔥. Many people don’t like him so if you are uncomfortable with this I completely understand!

Hats

Crimson Knolastname x GN!Reader

LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING-

TW for like sexual shit, cursing, THIS IS AN 18+ SHO IM WRITING ABOUT

This takes place a little after the episode.

Y/N is a succubus/incubus and is very much taller than the imp

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"Damn, killed Chaz?"

"Shut up."

"Go fuck yourself. I thought you liked him?"

"I thought he was rich."

"Oh, well. Sucks to be you, I guess."

Crim growls, claws digging into the light wood of his desk. Y/N frowns, hugging Crimson's neck from behind, kissing his temple. He leans back, sighing and shutting his eyes.

"Honestly, I think the wedding plan was stupid."

"I know. You've told me. Several times."

Crim lifts a hand to where Y/N's arms loop around his neck and dig his fingers carefully into the flesh as a warning. Y/N shakes him off, their face mischievous. Crim opens one eye to glare at them, but Y/N just stands back up, taking a seat instead on Crimson's lap, tucking their larger form into the small space, letting their legs dangle off the arm rest. They tuck their head against Crimson's shoulder, and he sighs again. He tangles his fingers in Y/N's hair, pulling slightly to get his partner to look at him.

"Okay, ow. That's reserved for private time, buddy."

"It could be private t-"

"Nope. You're moody. You scratch when you're moody."

Y/N gestures to one of the bandages on their leg and Crim grins at it, running his fingers over it, then up to their thigh, giving a light squeeze.

"You like that, though."

"Not right now!"

Y/N kicks their leg, grinning, sitting up slightly but Crim's hand doesn't move. Y/N rolls their eyes, pulling Crimson down to smash their lips together. The kiss gets heated quickly, and Y/N steals Crimson's hat in the process without him noticing. Y/N laces their fingers in his hair and yank him off when his hands get a little to excited.

"Hey!" He mutters against Y/N's cheek. "Wasn't finished."

"Yes you were! Anyway, I got a meeting to get to with my sister. She's half certain you've killed me."

"Not yet, baby."

"Reassuring."

Y/N scoffs as Crim laughs, putting his hat on their head and flicking the rim up. Crim opens his mouth.

"Well, I'll see you soon!"

"Give me my-"

"I'll load your gun later, helpful, right?"

Y/N kisses Crim again, placing the hat back on his head. They let's Crim hold their head in place, then pull away.

"See you. Home by nine?"

"No curfews in hell, babes."

Y/N waves and exits the house, then slips into a limousine already pulled up. They frown, answering the call from their sister.

"Where are you?" She snaps.

"I'm on my way, Verosika. Chill your ass."

"Nope. Not anytime soon."

"Fuck you."

"Fuck your imp! You better hurry up."

"I'm working on it, Vera. I'll be there soon."

They hang up first and get comfy. It was a good drive to get to the Lust Ring, and Y/N spread out in the backseat. Maybe, next time, they'd take Crim with them.

Next time, maybe the limo would be there private time.

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Wait why do I like writing for him. Anon request more 🔫 /j

#helluva boss x reader #helluva boss #helluva boss x gn reader #helluva boss x male reader #helluva boss x fem reader #crimson knolastname #helluva boss crimson #crimson knolastname x reader #crimson knolastname x fem reader #crimson knolastname x male reader #x gn reader #gn reader #verosika mayday #hehe sneaky character tag #suffer #💙stories

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elitadream · 5 months

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"You've been hurting so much, and for so long… Please, let me soothe your pain."

There was a scenario I had imagined in which Mario would suffer emotional trauma and keep it to himself to the point of becoming depressed, growing more distant and avoiding others as a result. He would so desperately want for his loved ones to be at peace that he would rather endure unbearable misery in silence than speak on it; not knowing just how tired he really is and how badly he needs to be comforted.

So when Peach would finally -and ever so gently- confront him on the matter, his walls would crumble almost immediately, and he would break down in front of her. Anguish and exhaustion slowly giving way to healing. ❤️‍🩹

#This kept coming back to my mind when I was working on both the confession tangent and the body swap one 🥺#And looking at it... I figured it could indeed technically work for a variety of stories #The context might change but the issue remains 😢#Mario has a lot of trouble opening up about what upsets him #Especially to both his brother and the princess #Who just so happen to be the two people who care about him the most #So the poor man was essentially bound to experience this struggle 😔#But- there's beauty in sorrow. And love in suffering 🤲💖#I have often contemplated drawing a sequence that would showcase this moment #but ultimately felt that it was more impactful as a single image 🌅#It also deeply resonates with me for many reasons #This was a personal one for me 💙#Mario #Princess Peach #Mario x Peach #Mareach #hurt/comfort #Super Mario Bros #Fanart

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gothgengargirl · 11 months

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The Works

You came to the new salon mostly on a whim. It was a Sunday, so it’s not like you had anything special in mind for the next day. Just work. Boring, dreary, work. But you thought that feeling pretty might help the work week go a little more smoothly. Give your colleagues something else to talk about besides meetings and progress updates. You wanted to feel seen for once.

For such a nice place, it was a pleasant surprise that you were able to get a walk-in appointment. Fern’s Grove, it was called. Cute name. The ceilings were high, and the place felt remarkably open and airy for being just another building in a strip mall. A fountain bubbled away cheerfully, a variety of exotic plants growing alongside it. The air was even perfumed, floral and berry-like, but in a way you couldn’t quite place. And the woman at the counter, who set your bag in a drawer and got you settled into a astonishingly comfortable chair, was gorgeous. Everyone who worked here was gorgeous. If this was how they took care of themselves, you felt like you were in good hands.

Your cosmetologist came up to you just as you were getting settled. She was just as beautiful as everyone else, maybe more so, with her dramatic cat eye makeup, purple hair and generous curves. She handed you a laminated list of your options, and you could hear her whistling cheerfully in the background as she got her instruments together and you looked over your choices. Hair cut, hair color, hair extensions. Face wash, moisturizing treatments, full makeup. Permanent makeup? That sounded intriguing. Manicure, pedicure, they even offered waxing services (presumably those were in another room). And one thing at the bottom stuck out to you, drawing your attention like a light in the darkness.

The Works.

“I’ll take The Works, please,” you said, almost instinctively. You wanted to see what this place could do.

“Sure about that, doll?” Her voice was sweet like honey, with an edge of something in it. Condescension? Anticipation? Both?

“I’m sure.”

“Okay, then, The Works, coming right up. Lift your arms.”

You did so instinctively. You were always good at following directions. And you thought you knew what was going to happen. She would put an apron on you to protect your clothes, you would talk about what cut and color you wanted for the hair, maybe get your shoes off and your feet soaking for the pedicure.

That’s not what happened.

Cables descended from that high, airy ceiling, and wrapped themselves around your wrists. You tried, briefly, to pull away, but you were held in place. Like a puppet on her strings. Clamps emerged from the chair to do the same to your ankles. You were stuck.

A momentary wave of panic was replaced by a curious fear, as you could feel something seeping from your new restraints. Soaking into the skin of your wrists and ankles. It felt GOOD. Like you were being polished from the inside, like all of the tension in your body was replaced with pleasure. And as you sank back briefly, She placed something over your head. A visor. You tried to close your eyes, but the flashing colors shone through your eyelids, and you opened them out of curiosity. And once they were open, you never wanted to close them again.

At first the messages were simply soothing. Telling you to relax, to sink, to accept all of the new feelings in your body. And there were new feelings. You couldn’t see anything but the swirling colors, couldn’t hear anything but the whispered suggestions from that set of headphones that must have come on just after the visor. But you felt good. Hands nimbly massaged your scalp. The waves of whatever it was from your restraints spread all the way through your arms and legs, making them feel limp and loose and silky smooth and perfectly plastic.

Plastic?

Perfect. Plastic. Puppet.

Pretty. Programmed. Plaything.

This was what the suggestions in your head were saying now. And you kind of liked the sound of it. On some level, you knew that you had work in the morning. You were a Busy Woman With Important Things To Do. But you always hated it. There was another way now? And at least for this afternoon, you could enjoy being a

Perfect

Pretty

Plaything

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Time passed. You couldn’t tell how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? Time felt less and less meaningful, paying attention to the sensations running through your body. It was almost like an orgasm, but orgasms came and went much faster than this. This was a slow build, leading to a great flowing tide of ecstasy. You didn’t want it to stop. You never wanted to stop being a programmed plastic puppet.

But then, as suddenly as it started, it ended. The visor and the headphones were pulled off. The restraints at your arms and legs snapped open, your arms dropping into your lap. Your hands moved automatically, one of them grasping a breast, the other rubbing at your crotch shamelessly.

As your eyes focused again, you were amazed with what you saw in the mirror. She… you… was different. Your clothes didn’t fit the same way—blouse swollen and buttons open, skirt disheveled and riding up over thicker thighs. Your mouth was hanging open, lips larger than they were before, and your tongue was hanging out. It was pierced! A blue gemstone sitting in your pretty pink mouth, its color matching your new long nails, your thick eye shadow. Your gleaming metallic hair. And the place on your neck that didn’t even look like flesh anymore. It was seemingly embedded in your skin, blue circuits tracing out from a thick black band.

A Collar.

You didn’t even look human anymore, did you? You looked like…

A Doll.

“What do you think, hun?” said the voice behind you. The voice you now instinctively knew as Owner.

“I don’t think. I just obey.” Automatic.

“Good girl. Stop touching yourself.”

You did, immediately. Arms limp at your sides. Awaiting further instructions.

“What are you?”

“I’m just a doll. An empty-headed plaything.”

“Excellent! And what do you want me to do next?”

“Please…” these words felt like they were escaping from your soul. They were your soul. All you had left was this one thought.

“Please play with me”.

You saw Owner’s luscious mouth open into a wide toothy grin as you said that, watching her and you in the mirror. And then you didn’t think anything else. Not for a long while. Dolls don’t think, they just obey.

Good Doll.

#this story literally came to me in a dream #i was half asleep and held my arms up #and thought hey i can work with this #dollification #transformation #brainwashing #hypnosis #robotization #femcorp #dollify yourself #some of the verbiage is borrowed from hypno files i enjoy #ask nice and i can send you some links #💙💙💙#💙💚💜

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Leon Kennedy : What do you see when you look at me?

Y/N, squints : Well, it’s usually a mix between I want to kiss you or I want to punch you for being so pretty.

Leon Kennedy, both blushed & mildly disturbed : T-thank you?

#Resident Evil #Resident Evil Leon #Resident Evil 2 #Resident Evil 4 #Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #Leon Kennedy x you #Leon Kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x oc #leon kennedy x y/n #Leon Kennedy x fem reader #Leon Kennedy x male reader #Leon Kennedy x gn reader #Original : Tumblr #Original : Unknown #True story actually | Why is he so pretty and so nice?#Why can’t he exists?#💙pretty baby blues💙#Him and his cute butt chin 😂

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everysongineverykey · 2 years

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do you think lesley dhmis effectively utilized girl power when she trapped red guy yellow guy and duck in a repeating cycle of torment and terror with no hope of escape or a better life for her own amusement/weird sense of fun. the correct answer is yes btw

#don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis #lesley dhmis #she is So Cool. she's a narrative-controlling villain TO YOU. i get her though💙#she likes the traffic light trio! she's fond of them! she never lets any permanent harm come to them!#sure she traps them in a story that does nothing but torture them but she's my friend!#and she has fun makeup and she booped yellow guy's nose. what's not to love #i support womens wrongs. like genuinely diversity win! the strange human controlling the twisted puppet world #is a woman!

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 4 months

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Hi Josi 😊 For the Top 5 BL: Best Hug and / or Most Beloved Sidecouples ✨

Uuhhhh, two in one! Maxine, thank you for this ask ❤

I love a good hug. Seeing those feels like I get a hug (and sometimes it makes me feel really single). There are the hugs that you can feel through your screen, some of them you just want to look away, because this moment belongs only to the couple on screen, they are just so intimate and there are so ones where one wants to crawl into the other one and I am here for this kind of hug. This desperate need for each others closeness.

The start makes the oldest one on this list:

My School President

Their hugs just felt so good! I loved giffing those moments. They needed the other one physical close, they felt peace in those hugs and it was their way to show how much they cared for each other. I loved every single one of those hugs!

I just realised the next ones are all just some really desperate hugs... and I love them! I have a thing for them...

Kiseki: Dear To Me

This hug felt so good. Finally they were reunited again. Finally they could hold each other again. And damn this was such a beautiful hug! They hugged with their whole body and soul. Imagine holding the love of your life finally in your arms again after years of spending apart. I love it!

Tokyo In April Is...

There is no space for anything else between them. Kazuma made sure of that. He neeeded Ren to feel this hug, and for himself to feel this closeness again. Both are in love with each other, even though they couldn't tell each other yet, but for us viewers it was cristal clear. This hug alone made it clear for us. I love this hug so much!

Pit Babe

Yes Babe, cry because you're so happy to have Charlie back in your arms! Beautiful. I needed this, he needed this and Charlie needed this too! We all needed this! And I love Pavel's facial expressions in this moment.

I Feel You Linger I The Air

The most desperate hug after the most saddest fuck this year! Such a beautiful scene! They knew they didn't have much time left and just made love. They wanted and needed to feel every inch of each other, and it felt so intimate, I had the urge to look away and let them have this time alone in closeness and happiness and desperation.

And now after these beautiful scenes we go on to my favorite side couples 2023. I love a good side couple I can concentrate on and forget about the main couple 😅

The first couple is one of the most precious ones of this year. We knew them and we knew they had incredibly chemistry and could act really nice, but nevertheless they blew us away:

Heart and LiMing from Moonlight Chicken

Their story was so wholesome and important. Their journey was so good. LiMing's struggles with his mum and his uncle, the money and the fact that he wanted to see the world were so ordinary and felt so real it was so good. And Heart's problems with his parents and the urge to be more independent and to be seen felt so sad and Gemini was so good. Oh I love these two and their stories!

Next we have a show I didn't like that much, but I was in love with the side couple. They were the only reason why I kept up with this show.

Zeke and Fifth from My Story

They had an extreme intense chemistry. I loved them on screen and their journey to finally become a couple. I was hyped for their own show and was so let down. I couldn't watch it. It was too much cringe for me, but this is just personal preference. In My Story I adored them and this scene especially.

Next is the couple, that has the most entries in all of my Top 5s this year:

AiDi and ChenYi from Kiseki: Dear To Me

I love them. They stole the show and my heart. Their dynamic is so adorable after they finally become a thing. In the beginning I was a little put off. I didn't understand their relationship, but within a few episodes this changed I was rooting for them so much! I was so happy when ChenYi finally understood his feelings for AiDi and AiDi finally got what he wanted desperatley for years!

I don't know if the next one counts... The show has three couples and I guess one was the main couple. Well, I cared more about the other ones.

Love Class 2

Maru and Minwoo had the softest kiss this year in my opinion and Sungmin and Joohyuk had this lap-situation and everything else that came after. I really enjoyed their stories and their characters. The main couple was just not that interesting for me. But because of the side couples (or the other main couples) I enjoyed this series so much!

I close this list with a couple, that is a little bit problematic for me. I don't like the series that much, mostly because of the main couple and the bad writing for them. But the writing for this side couple was so much worse!

Jaab and Jane from Step By Step

I was so pissed with their ending! What was that? There was no real conclusion and I still don't know if they are happy together now. They had this huge cheating plot (and I like those tropes, but only with a good solution in the end) and before they could work on that Jane was never seen again. This was so sturpid, I was so angry. I wanted them to have their own stupid happily ever after, but no, we have some creepy stalker like behavior and some mystery... no thank you, but besides that I liked them so much and I wanted so much more of them!

Ask me Top 5 BL Anything from 2023

#asked #bl game #ask game #anything bl 2023 #bl drama #bl series #thank you so much for this ask 💙#josi answers #my school president #kiseki: dear to me #tokyo in april is...#pit babe the series #i feel you linger in the air #moonlight chicken #my story #love class 2 #step by step

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asheanon · 4 months

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Off and on, as the Ashe body has allowed, I've been working on some shenanigans. One of these said shenanigans reminds me that I really need to draw some new pieces with Sal and her telescope. 🔭🌌

Which... Also reminds me of these older KH fanfic pieces that I still adore. 💙

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sonicchaoscontrol · 1 year

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Chapter 1: Out Of The Blue

[FIRST - You Are Here] [NEXT]

Cover credits: Lines: @skeblinn Colors: @rhythmcrown

And we’re off!

[Synopsis:] Consequences have a funny way of catching up to you in the end, even for the fastest thing alive. It’s kind of a universal truth, no matter what actions led to that point - not all truths span all outcomes, though. When stories diverge, and time and space collide, what stays a constant, and what cracks under the pressure? Or maybe the question is ‘who’? Time to break the ice and find out.

#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic #Sonic AU #sonic fanart #sonic fancomic #tails the fox #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #rouge the bat #Chaos Control #help how do i tag this #fancomic #story mode #look i can't link to my external twitter in the post bc it'll get shadowblocked #and while we love shadow around here that's not the kind i want around #anyway sorry for the mountain of tags y'all #💙

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jeysuso · 7 months

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#roman reigns #romanreignsedit #wweedit #wwe smackdown #roman reigns edit #mygifs*#jeysuso #wrestling tag #request*#for anon*#tw: flashing #tw: strobing lights #*#the way paul looks at him is so funny lmfaoooo #funny story i actually giffed this a few weeks ago too but i put my WM on it so i re-made it without instead of just posting that #i hope you like it anon!!! thank you for the request 🥺💙

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eikotheblue · 6 months

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Behold! This absolutely incredible drawing of me as a Pokemon gym leader, drawn by my wonderful and incredibly talented friend Fen @salt-and-bramble 💙💙💙

I love it so much as a work of art and as a drawing of me and I'm using it as my profile picture everywhere now.

Fen did a wonderful job of - capturing lots of details that match up with things I actually wear (the heart gems I put on my forehead, my favorite top with the boob window, the galaxy print on my favorite dresses, the color of the glowy wheels on my skates), while also adding so many delightful little things that spark so much delight in my soul (the heart-shaped pupils, a much fancier design on my gloves than I currently have, the poi-pokeballs, a lil bit of embellishment on the cleavage) and. the hair.

Gods, the hair. Y'all have to understand - I've legit never seen a picture or depiction of my hair I've loved anywhere close to how much I love this. I've gotten a lot of compliments on my hair over my life, and despite historically really hating it, lately I've been figuring out ways to get it in a state where I can appreciate it myself, which has been a slow and strange process. But when I first saw this drawing, I felt like I understood for the first time what people are seeing, when they look at my hair and tell me it's beautiful. (When I told Fen this, they said I have the curls of the ocean... ;-; this has stuck in my head, and I think of it when I look at my avatar or my hair.) And the action lines in the rest of the piece really enhance the wave vibes...

it's just so perfect ;-;

#there's more to the story of how this image came to be and why the comment about smarthome bullshit and the other people involved #but - I'll be posting that later #because I've been writing this post in my head for the last several weeks and today it finally came out like this #and the perfect should not be the enemy of the good #and I know I've already said this but #thank you so much Fen #I love this I love you I'm so so so glad you're a part of my life #these last 2 months have been horrible but your support has made them so much more manageable #and this picture was one of the purist and brightest spots in that darkness #and it means the world to me #💙 💙 💙#personal #art #gym leader sona saga

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frozenhi-chews · 4 months

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🧋Boba Date!! 🥢

Wanted to draw something cute for the Robot Polycule. Also its been a couple years since I've drawn my coresona.

I love these two so dang much. I wanna kiss the two of em so bad!

Tagging: @wisp-herr @clovitecture @jocelynships @bioexorcizm @impurra @gideongrovel @cherubdulce @gible-love-nibles | ask to be taken off or added on!

#🥞 cake art #self ship stuff #wheatley <3 #🌼📀#💙🍭🌼#yeaaahhhh two posts in one day!#tbf i wasnt expecting to make the stimboard so #self ship #self shipping #self insert #pancake #sona #self ship art #portal 2 #portal stories: mel #wheatley #psm virgil #portal

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cubicle-eyes · 1 year

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Can I request just general hc for blizø with a succubus s/o (preferably gender neutral but it's ok if its more male leaning!!)

Blitzo x Succubus!Reader Headcanons

Yes yes you can

TW bc this is an 18+ show. May include cussing, sexual content, and more.

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- when you and blitzø meet he's on edge bc hey, he doesn't have good history with demons from the lust ring

- but youre.. not quite like every other succubus out there.

- it doesn't take very long at all for you two to hook up, and he's more surprised when you're still there in the morning then the fact you admit you'd like to try a relationship with him

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Blitzo was staring at Y/N, waiting to see when they'd wake up and leave. Get dressed, exit the room, and maybe give him their number. His stomach churned, fingers digging into the pillow as he frowned. He moved to roll over and stand up, but two arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him back down.

"Getting up already?"

"I don't want another round."

"Oh Satan, me either."

Y/N laughed and Blitzo blinked. They were still half asleep, but holding him tightly. He swallowed thickly.

"Does your leg still hurt?"

"..what?"

"Your leg?"

Y/N gently pulled the covers off, sitting up on their elbow and resting a hand on Blitzo's hip, using their thumb to gesture to a spot slightly below.

"I bruised you on accident."

"That shit doesn't hurt."

Blitzo cracked a grin, sitting up to. The pair stared at each other until they bust into giggles.

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- you're probably taller than him let's be honest

- loves that. Size difference >>>

- also loves when he's able to steal your clothes and he's swimming in some of the oversized ones.

- every now and then he'll go to the office and you'll already be there, wearing one of his leather jackets and he just *💀*

- speaking of the office you're probably useful to I.M.P

- makes it easier to lure some of the more competent victims if you're helping seduce them.

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"Aw. You're a little excited, aren't you?"

The target nodded excitedly, and Y/N opened their arms, inviting them in.

They got about a step closer before Blitzo shot them through the head and they fell forward unceremoniously. Blitzo hissed and Y/N laughed.

"You were supposed to wait." Y/N kissed the Imps forehead and he muttered something about "dirty hands".

"I'm just doing my job. Protect you, kill people."

"And you're doing a great job. I'll prove that to you later, okay?"

Blitzo immediately perks up, tail swishing behind him.

"Hell yeah!"

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- your relationship is closed romantically, but open sexually to allow for your own succubus needs and Blitzo's arrangement with stolas. You're both still plenty loyal to each other and there's no doubt in either of your minds

- except for blitzo because he's always 100% sure that every slipup he makes will turn into a breakup.

- you just gotta help him realize you aren't leaving any time soon

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Y/N was sitting in Bitzo's chair, the imp curled into his chest and completely silent. This wasn't something that happened often, and Y/N made sure their grip on him was tight and reassuring. They had a small fight earlier about something that escalated quickly. Blitzo's words were still fresh in Y/N's mind, but they pushed them away, burying their head against Blitzo's.

"You're quiet."

"Mm."

"You don't have to be quiet."

Y/N presses his lips to Blitzo's forehead as the imp sniffles, clutching onto their chest. Y/N sighs, letting the imp sob. Outside there's barely any noise, it's early in the morning, no demons want to he awake at such an hour unless they were forced too. Blitzo's tail curls around Y/N's leg and the succubus pulls his head up.

"I'm sorry I fought with you."

"We.. already did the apologies."

"I'm saying it again. I love you so much. I'm sorry."

Blitzo makes a noise akin to a whimper, burying his head in their neck.

"I love you too."

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- very show off. Especially when he's nervous or anxious about you being around other demons bc he's so jealous constantly

- so you'll be like in a bar, and he'll start singing a rock love ballad in a drunken state because there was one (1) (uno) demon that brushed your arm and you shut them down quickly.

- still you cried about it later because it was so cute and blitzo thought he did something wrong and was a very big baby about it.

- when you're both drunk you put on stupid music and cuddle. That's it. Nothing else happens. You could both be high as balls and be listening to "As The World Caves In" and singing and sobbing until Loona practically duct tapes your mouths shut.

- Also loona absolutely loves hates you.

- she thinks you're perfect for Blitzo and wants to make you get married kill you around every corner.

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"Loony! Y/N's staying the night."

"When aren't they staying the night?"

She scoffed, tensing her shoulders. Y/N simply laughed, setting a black bag down in front of her.

"I got you a present, bark."

The affectionate nickname came from when the pair first met and Loona straight up barked at them because she didn't see them when she walked into Blitzo's office. She rolled her eyes, opening it and starting her prepared thank-you speech.

"Oh wow. A gift. This was very unexpected

I love it so.. much."

"It's not a lot. Your phone case was cracked so I got you a new one, a few stickers for Verosika Mayday, and a new shirt. I hope you don't mind."

"Uh, thanks, Y/N."

Y/N blinked as the hellhound stared at them. They grinned, ignoring Blitzo's sniffle at the scene. Y/N pat her head affectionately and her tail swished slowly across the floor.

"No problem. Now, what're we making for dinner?"

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I could go on forever and ever about how Y/N does all the cooking in the house hut I won't I'll end it here.

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON I LOVE WRITING FOR BLITZO

💙

#helluva boss #blitzo #helluva boss blitzo #helluva boss x reader #helluva boss x gn reader #helluva boss x male reader #blitzo x male reader #blitzo x gn reader #im so bad at tagging my posts what #💙stories

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rexscanonwife · 4 months

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Wow I can't believe how lovingly Brea and Rex look at each other whenever they're on screen together!! You can really feel how much they care for one another... 🥺💖💖

alternately I decided to have some fun and paint over a screenshot of Rafa bcs I'm sick and tired of Brea not being canon, FILONI!!!

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#artfarts #self insert #self ship #self ship art #self shipping community #star wars #star wars the clone wars #star wars oc #star wars self insert #💙 oh captain my captain 💙#captain rex #i mean?? brea is kinda the focus but hes there....lazily #dont..point out how lazy his inclusion is ok im just having fun here 😂😂 but yeah have this!! im actually rly pleased with this???#i was worried id need to do SOME linework bcs i wasnt confident in my painting skills but it turned out i didnt!! 🥺👉👈#and this is as canon as brea is gonna get...unless i learn to 3D model. no i shant #but SERIOUSLY im not usually one to harp on canon but this is one instance where itd GREATLY improve the story abffjjgmg #include my self insert!! rex gets to be happy #eventually. with some ups and downs lmao

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Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

A/N: Ohhh, so y'all forced this out of me, what with all the talk about the "Blue Scarf" and expanding the "Scarf Universe" thrown at me this week! 😂 (I hear you, I hear you!) Be careful what you wish for, lil' darlin's!! Honestly, though, I've known since I ended Pink Scarf that this was something that was going to happen in this particular way to our dear Reader and E, I just never knew if it was going to see the light of day. And with this week's prompt, all the inspiration and stars seemed to align at once on Sunday, so this came out rather quick and may be rough, and it's possible I might go back and tweak it later, but I'm happy with it for now. I hope this satiates you for the moment. I hope it gives you all the feels. And, yes, perhaps I may expand this little Blue Scarf into a series and include a spicy story or two later, if you all are good lil' babies for me. 😏 💙🧣💙 Let me know in the comments and reblogs...😉

Thanks always to my sister wives @thatbanditqueen @whositmcwhatsit @ellie-24 @from-memphis-with-love @be-my-ally and @vintageshanny for allowing me to skirt by late with this week's prompt. 😇

Prompt: “How are we going to solve this problem?”

Rating: PG (ish?) || Word Count: 2.7k

TW: Fluff, angst (always), infidelity (sort of??), no smut (so sorry loves)

Something Blue, A Pink Scarf Universe Story

August 1971

It’s fitting, you think, that today of all days, you’re wearing his blue silk scarf in your hair. Elvis hasn’t worn it much since that fateful summer a couple of years ago—and only for a few more shows and a couple nights out—so you had absconded with it and made it your own, as you’d managed to do with many of his things. You loved how it smelled of him, the silk doused in his musk and cologne, and how it reminded you of the not-wearing-a-shirt-under-a-jacket/jumpsuit phase he gone through that summer and fall of ‘69. Lord, you’d loved that phase. It had been so easy to lay him bare before you.

Heat floods your cheeks at the thought of what this particular scarf has seen between the two of you, and then at the fact that this might be the worst possible time for a thought like that to pop into your head. You know it’s the shock of the bomb that just dropped on your lives that has your brain short circuiting a little. Because neither of you ever expected this.

You nervously twist the platinum and diamonds on your ring finger, the ones which pledged his love for you in front of your family, friends, and the world. Thoughts fill your mind of your lovely, small wedding, how this scarf had been there for that important moment, too, tied around your waist, cinching your white dress—being both your “something borrowed” and your “something blue.” Elvis loved that you’d included it, this piece of him, as part of your gown.

He also loved untying it at the end of the night and letting it flutter to your feet with the rest of your dress.

It’s counterpart, the pink scarf, had been tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket, a little secret for you both. You’d enjoyed it, as well, later that night.

“Y/n, did y-you hear me? I-I-I-It’s me,” Elvis says, snapping you out of your memories, his hand lingering on the phone he’d just placed back on its cradle. “How are w-w-we going to solve this problem?”

The wavering fear in his voice is palpable and in any other circumstance it might scare you, but a strange sense of calm falls over you. Somehow the domino effect of both of your actions two years ago have led you to this very moment. Tragic as it is, it seems meant to be.

Just like you and Elvis.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you breathe deeply. Yes, there is a part of you that is still jealous and angry about what brought you here. But you knew, even back then, that it was possible he’d been with others in your month-long absence, that his fear of losing you plus old habits could have driven him into the arms of another. It wasn’t a new revelation, just one neither of you had wanted to talk about after all was said and done. And it hadn’t been an issue since, so you figured bringing it up would be more trouble than it was worth.

Pushing that hurt aside, a much bigger feeling swells within you—one you’ve been hesitant to name for fear that it would not come to fruition. But now everything has changed.

“It’s not a problem,” you state, your voice surprisingly steady.

“W-w-what?” Elvis questions, those oceanic eyes of his widening in disbelief.

“It’s a gift, Elvis. From the most unlikely and sad circumstances, yes, but a gift all the same. Isn’t it?” You’re not quite sure if you are trying to convince him or if you are just stating the obvious, but those feelings continue to rise in you and have for days. And they overshadow the fading fissure of anger and the burgeoning fear that you refuse to let consume you.

Hope. Joy.

“A gift?” he repeats, letting the words roll on his tongue, letting them sink in. He blinks slowly, gaze shifting off into the distance for a moment. Then, he looks down at the paperwork on the table. At the picture. “Oh. Oh.”

A shuddering breath shakes his shoulders, his ring clad fingers clawing at his knees. It’s when the tears pool in his eyes, finally betraying his sensitive vulnerability after so many days of keeping it in, that you slide out of your chair and rush to his side.

He immediately buries his head into your belly, his arms circling around your waist, clinging to you. A sob wrenches out of him, one so deep that it brings tears to your eyes.

“I-I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I didn’t think...I-I-I din’t know,” he hiccups. You’re not sure if he’s apologizing to you or her or him. Maybe his apology is for all of you.

“Shhh, hush, it’s okay,” you coo, tears trickling absently down your cheeks. You run your fingers through his soft hair before pulling back, cupping his cheeks so he is forced to look at you.

He is so wide-eyed and young-looking staring up at you, his eyes now matching the scarf in your hair with their electric blue, a dramatic contrast against the redness caused by his tears.

“It’s not a problem, honey, it’s a gift. He is a gift,” you say, wiping the tears that linger on his prominent cheekbones. “We can do this. I want to do this. If you do.”

Elvis blinks up at you, surprised. “Really?”

“Yes. If he’s a part of you, he’s a part of me, too. And—and,” you choke up, swallowing your past sorrows, “you know it’s something I’ve always wanted. Something I never thought we could have. This is…a chance to make something wonderful out of something tragic.”

You’re aware the reality is likely going to be much more complicated than either of you can fathom in this moment. There is a part of you that is utterly terrified it won’t live up to the miracle you want it to be and that you won’t be worthy of the task. But that is not what Elvis needs to hear, not right now. Your insecurities can wait.

Elvis looks down at the picture resting on the table of the young woman and her baby. Your gaze follows. The first time you saw it, you knew, based solely on the fact that the woman looked so much like a younger version of you, that something had happened between them in those weeks you’d escaped from Vegas to California, when you left him, trying to figure out if you could forgive him. When you were trying to recover from your life turning upside down.

Her likeness plus the look of horrified guilt on his face upon seeing the picture told you all you needed to know about that. His begging and pleading for forgiveness at your feet solidified it.

But it had been the way Vernon had blanched white as a sheet when seeing the baby that you understood the true consequence of Elvis’ dalliance.

It was a punch in the gut, at first. Of course, it was. But logically you knew that he’d been hurting in those weeks without you, unsure if you’d ever come back to him. It wasn’t altogether surprising that he’d sought out comfort from a girl who looked so much like you.

You wanted to be furious at the fact she had gotten pregnant by him so easily, but you knew that was a futile road to go down, especially after what happened to her.

According to the letter she’d given to her lawyer, who had sent it on to Elvis, the cancer within her spread like wildfire. It was too late to save her by the time her pain had sent her to the doctor. She—Theresa—had never planned to ask Elvis for a thing, she reiterated. Theresa had been content to raise her son by herself. But she had no family to take him in when she was gone, and she could not bear to think of her son alone and unloved.

“You don’t have to take him, Elvis, truly. But I beg you, please, please make sure he is placed with a nice family, that he is loved and taken care of. I cannot leave him all alone.”

His lawyers weren’t convinced, however, and didn’t want him to even entertain the thought. It could open you up for all sorts of future problems, Elvis.

But that didn’t stop him from finding out for himself because, as all of them knew, nobody tells Elvis Presley what he can and can’t do. He tracked her down, in Denver of all places, and took you and Vernon with him to the hospital to see Theresa. You didn’t know how you would feel seeing this girl Elvis had been with in a moment of weakness. Would you want to slap her face? Would you want to cry and scream? Would you want to tear her apart?

Instead, it had shocked you into silence, seeing someone that resembled you so closely withering away from disease, as if it were some sort of eerie harbinger. It made your skin prickle. But then compassion filled you, more so than you ever expected. The poor woman was on death’s door, but you’ll never forget the relief in her eyes when you all walked through the door. That look was something that couldn’t be faked. Nor was the toddler playing with the nurse in the corner, the little boy who Vernon looked at like he’d seen a ghost.

The boy was the spitting image of his father.

But that didn’t stop Theresa from encouraging a paternity test. She was well aware of what a mess this could be for Elvis, and she didn’t want there to be a shadow of a doubt for anyone involved. She wanted him to be sure.

“I don’t want to ruin your life,” she’d croaked, her emaciated frame limp and barely able to produce the tears she was trying to hold back. “I never want him to be a burden.”

The tiny blonde child chose that pivotal moment to break away from the nurse, waddling over and grabbing Elvis’ flared pant leg with chubby little fists, commanding Elvis’ attention downward. His chin tucked, gaze following the movement at his feet, and you watched him wrestle with what to do, what the protocol in this sort of situation was. It was intense, this first moment between them, and the boy’s all-too-familiar crooked smile and slow blinking blue eyes made your heart clench.

You watched Elvis come to an unspoken decision, and he lifted the boy easily and almost too naturally tucked the boy into his hip. The room collectively held its breath, watching the scene unfold. You’d never seen a child snuggle up to an unfamiliar person like that before, the way he buried his head into Elvis’ shoulder as if drawn in, inexplicably trusting. Granted, Elvis had that preternatural way about him, his essence bringing people to him constantly. But this was different.

Heart fluttering into a gallop, you watched Elvis take this moment in before nodding solemnly, sucking in his lip. With the child tucked into his side, it was obvious to you that he was holding back his pressing emotions to stay in control. Nevertheless, he was unwavering when he told Theresa, “Even if he’s not mine, I’ll make sure he finds a good home. I promise you that.”

She’d closed her eyes then, and when they opened, you saw a gratefulness and relief so strong it nearly bowed you over.

Elvis had done the blood test right then at the hospital. Everyone was quiet on the plane ride home. Elvis, pensive and withdrawn, clutched at your hand so tightly it tingled from the loss of circulation. And when the call came the next day that Theresa was gone, your heart broke for her. Sheer willpower had kept her alive long enough to make sure her son would be safe. A mother’s love.

You’d wept for her. You’d wept for you and for Elvis. You’d wept for that little boy.

Nicholas. Nicholas Aaron.

You didn’t tell Elvis that the moment you saw the 16-month-old toddle towards you that you knew. That you loved him instantly, like something magical locked into place. It was too early, too soon. But you knew.

Elvis hadn’t wanted to talk about it much as you all waited for the results. He was antsy and on edge, everyone giving him a wide berth. His guilt was trying its best to distance him from you, that deep seeded, insecure vulnerability in him trying to simultaneously push you away while needing you close. It was evident in the way he clung to you in his sleep. But you did everything in your power to let him know you didn’t hate him for the indiscretion, that you still loved him unconditionally, no matter the paternity outcome.

Of course, your mind whirled in overdrive, circling the drain around your surprising emotions about Nicholas. You found yourself worrying your nails down to the quick about whether he was safe and who was caring for him since his mother died. Your heart felt like it was tearing in two whenever you thought about it. You knew you shouldn’t get too attached, but you couldn’t help it. It was primal and biological, this response.

So when the phone rang this morning and Jerry had so seriously handed it to Elvis, you knew what it was, your breath catching in your throat. This was the moment that would change everything. And you hoped it was for the better as you sat across from him, wringing your hands in your lap. Silence filled the room as Elvis listened to the voice on the other end, his face going Hollywood blank, giving you nothing to hold on to. Your heart threatened to explode right out of your chest and onto the table.

He thanked the voice on the other end and hung up the phone.

“E, what did they—” you started.

“I’m his father,” Elvis finally whispered in shock.

And now you are here, holding him to you, being his rock while in your own state of disbelief and wonder. A thousand emotions roll through you all at once: Hope. Joy. Sorrow for Theresa. Guilt for being happy in the face of Nicholas’ tragedy.

“Do you want this, to take him in, Elvis?” you ask, prompting him to look up at you once more. You pray you know the answer.

“Of course, I do. I’m his father. He’s my son,” he says, as if the unfamiliar words have finally landed and he believes them. Then his signature 1,000-megawatt crooked smile spreads across his face. “I have a son! We have a son!” he adds, proudly.

Elvis jumps up, grabbing you by the waist, spinning you around until the room tilts on its axis. You laugh breathlessly, arms locked around his neck, wondering how in the world you’ve managed to get here after all this time, in the most unlikely of ways.

A son.

When he sets you down, he looks at you, grinning from ear to ear with an unbridled passion like you’ve never seen from him before. It’s not sexual, and it’s different from the passion he has for his music. It’s the love of a new father, you realize, something you never thought you’d get to see. It makes your heart swell uncontrollably.

“Are you absolutely positive this is what you want, lil’ mama?” His questioning eyes search yours as he cups your face, his fingers catching in the blue scarf in your hair. The pet name suddenly takes on a whole new meaning, releasing butterflies in your stomach.

Excitement has your heart racing and your breath short, but you beam, winking, “Oh, I’m one thousand percent positive, Daddy.”

Elvis kisses you deeply, as though he’s merging with you, engulfing you. It takes your breath away completely.

“We have a son,” he whispers, smiling against your mouth. “Let’s go get our son.” There’s something in the way he includes you in this, a pointed clarity that you are not an outsider because you aren’t Nicholas’ biological mother. No, he’s telling you in no uncertain terms—this is your boy as much as he is mine.

And after so many years thinking it could never be, it finally, truly hits you, without a doubt:

I’m going to be a mother.

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