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asunkenhouse · 5 months

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Fatherhood

Content Warnings: Contains depictions of slavery, child endangerment, a character being forced to be tender with someone he hates in order to save a child, mentions of child abuse, and mentions of child death.

If there are any warnings I missed, please tell me!

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Knock

"Sir, please! The Lord calls for your presence!"

Knock

With a groan, Ale- The Pet finally awoke from his 1-hour sleep after the insistent knocking of a terrified servant grew loud enough to penetrate his empty dreams. Of course that bastard would come back just when finally managed to get some sleep. He could just go back to sleep, it's not like the servant could go in and drag him out. Not when everyone and their mother knows that touching him would lead to their painful deaths by the very possessive Lord.

At the same time, The Pet can't. Not when he recognizes the voice of Amilia, a young woman who came to work in the Lord's Stronghold for the sake of her family despite the harassment she'll face by the hands of the Damneds here. She was kind, gentle and had her whole life ahead of her, she didn't deserve to suffer for The Pet's actions.

Too many already have suffered and bled because of him.

So with a resigned look on his face, The Pet got up and didn't bother to change his clothes when he opened the door, "I'm up, I'm up," he said with a tired tone but still tried to give the other a gentle smile to reassure her, "It's alright now, you are dismissed of your duties for today," with that, Anna sighed in utter relief of being able to rest after today.

"Thank you sir, and...good luck," she gave him a look of pity before running off back to the servants' rooms. He sighed before going back inside and grabbing a black & gold cat mask.The Pet didn't like going out without something covering his face (his shame), he felt naked, exposed without one. With it secured, he headed off to the path to where The Lord's obscenely extravagant throne room was held.

He could already feel eyes looking, analyzing, judging him all around. The ever mysterious Pet of The Lord of the Wretched, a controversial figure in the Lord's empire known for his disobedience and penchant of slaughtering Wretcheds and Damneds that are unlucky enough to cross his path. He has been here for nearly about a century and still remains in his 30s, forced to remain as long as The Lord wants him.

The human servants of the Stronghold looked at him with either pity or apathy. Sometimes, he would get stares of hatred from those who believed that he was a 'spoiled' pet, he didn't blame them (especially when he is at fault for all of this). While the Damneds that worked here wisely chose not to get too close to him or even hid themselves away, not wanting to 'help' him relieve his stress as of now.

No matter, he can just go after them later.

As a set of grand, pitch black doors came to view, The Pet readied himself for what will no doubt be another meeting that will end in bloodshed. His irritated face shifted into one with dull eyes.

Alone in this hallway, the sound of his fingers on his right hand suddenly cracking, breaking and remolding themselves were deafening. Yet he didn't show pain, didn't even acknowledge his fingers transforming themselves, blood steadily dripping onto the carpet before running dry as his fingers morphed and sharpened into serrated and sharp blades.

With a forceful shove, he opened the doors to reveal an area the size of a ballroom. The red of the ceilings, walls and furniture reminded him of an open and bleeding room, while the essence of the Void was scattered about and styled to resemble roses in bloom. The majority of these 'roses' grew on a grand throne with bones littered around it and plastered onto it, each skull a personal kill that was deemed worthy enough to be kept as a trophy.

Ever the dramatic bastard.

"Alexis!"

Speak of the devil and he will come.

The petals of the 'roses' were being swept into an every growing shadow that laid on top of the throne. The shadow growing, changing into the shape of a thin and long haired figure, the edges wobbling before growing still when it finally absorbed enough of the essence.

It stood ever so still, like a statue before moving like a viper and in front of The Pet.

"About time you came!" The Lord of the Wretched whined as he fully manifested, a figure absolutely covered in the essence of the Void and outlined by white, bright bright eyes like stars in the night sky and a blinding wicked grin to match, "I was this close to picking you up myself-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence, not when The Pet tore through The Lord's throat with the knives and gripped it tight.

"I told you...To never call me that name again."

His dull expression shifted to one of fury in an instant as he slammed The Lord into the ground, growling like a beast as he strangled him and fantasizing of breaking the bastard that ruined his life. He poured all his hate, anger and kept repeatedly slamming the other onto the ground like a ragdoll.

All The Lord did was laugh and laugh and laugh, "My! I get you're excited to play, but not right now!" He had no bones, no blood vessels, no veins to feel pain and break like a human, as such he easily turned into liquid under The Pet's grasp and right behind up, commanding the essence of the Void to wrap and tie the brown haired man up like a birthday present.

"I have a gift for you, my dearest Pet~" The Lord said as he placed the struggling man onto the throne, tossing away the mask to reveal the heated gaze that greeted him. He smiled even more at the sight of it, caressing The Pet's face and merely giggled as his fingers were bitten, "I think you'll really enjoy-"

He paused when The Pet spat on his face, "I'll goddamn burn anything you give me," and he has. Each and every gift, broken and burnt at his feet. It didn't matter how beautiful, how priceless they were, they came from The Lord's filthy hands all the same.

The caress turned into jagged claws that bit and bled his skin, clicking his tongue as a displeased expression came to his face, "You haven't even seen it yet," with a snap of his fingers, the dark tendrils of the Void snatched something within a far-off closest.

Sobbing, the sound of heavy sobbing and gasping was heard and rang in The Pet's ears.

What was dragged into the light in front of them, was a young boy no older than ten, covered in blood soaked rags, dirt and scratches. Black hair matted in grime as tear-stained brown eyes looked at both him and The Lord with utter fear. Shaking so badly that the boy would've fallen by now were it not for the tendrils that held onto him tight, presenting him like a caught animal ready for slaughter.

"Castor...That is-"

"A child!" The Lord yelled with delight, presenting the boy infront of them like a prize, "And I got him just for you! Hope you don't mind a stray, but I assure you that he's very well behaved~," he speaks of the boy like he was some sort of dog, not as a breathing, living human being. The Lord seated himself onto The Pet's lap, caressing his long hair.

All the fight that was in him earlier had slipped away, leaving behind a cold and crawling feeling of fear as he stared at the child. Brown eyes mirroring each other in fright of what The Lord was planning, "...Why? Why drag a child into this?" Was all The Pet whispered, eyes never leaving the boy for even a second.

The Lord hummed, petting the other's hair as he looked at him with a mocking expression, "Because you seemed rather lonely these days. I do apologize for not being a proper owner to you, so consider this my apology gift!" He held The Pet's face with both hands, claws digging in as he gazed upon the other with bright, bright all too knowing eyes-

"After all, didn't you once tell me that you always wanted to be a father?"

He had, when they had still been in one body.

But not like this, never like this.

"Alas, since it seems you don't want my gift," The Lord pouted like a child before snapping his fingers once more, the tendrils of the Void sharpening into deadly blades, all of them pointing directly towards the young boy.

"What-"

The blades drew closer and closer-

"An Absolute-”

The crying grew louder and louder-

"Shame."

Bright red blood spilt-

"STOP!" The Pet yelled out, the blades held still but already managed to break into the skin of the boy, only enough to leave shallow wounds. He can't, he can't take another sight of someone, especially one that was so young, to die because of his mistakes, there's already been too many, "Please, please. I'm begging you, don't hurt him," it didn't matter if he had to lick the floor, he can't let that boy die in such a gruesome way.

The Lord laughed like a hyena, mouth bared in a hungry grin, "Oh! So now you want your gift? After treating me so rudely earlier?" His hands slid down to The Pet's throat, squeezing it softly, "I should just throw it away and be done with it, it would serve as a perfect lesson about disobedience, Alexis," he purred that name The Pet threw away so gleefully, knowing full well that the other cannot retaliate as violently as he did previously, not with the boy's life on the line.

"But!" The restraints on The Pet were lifted, yet still lingering and ready to pull him back, "I'm willing to look past this bad behavior...If you apologize and thank me."

The Lord wrapped his arms around The Pet's shoulder, the weight of them, the position they were in, so disgustingly familiar, "Thank me, and I might let this child live," he said so softly, as if he wasn't threatening to kill someone.

He didn't want to, Castor didn't deserve it. Not anymore, not after everything.

At the same time, the young boy didn't deserve to die all because of his selfishness.

So, he sucked it up and played pretend.

He changed back his fingers to their original form and gently, oh so gently, wrapped his arms around Castor's waist. Holding him so tenderly, as if he was something fragile before pulling him closer, and giving a peck on his forehead, "I’m…,” he took a deep breath, before continuing with gritted teeth, “I am sorry for my earlier behavior. Thank you, Castor...For the wonderful gift, you've given me," The Pet's voice grew soft, could even be described as affectionate-

He felt warm.

He wanted to throw up. [1]

The Lord sighed, content with the false display of tenderness, "You're welcome, Alexis," his grip on The Pet's shoulders tightened. Tight with possessiveness as his eyes glimmered with an obsessive zeal, "Anything for you~"

They stayed like that, embraced like they were lovers. The Pet wanted nothing more than to sink knives into The Lord's back. Tear him apart, again, and again, and again. To leave nothing behind-

But he held himself still, letting The Lord indulge in the illusion of the past. Until finally, the moment The Lord let go of him, The Pet immediately pulled himself away, his arms shaking as anger and hatred were desperately waiting to be unleashed. The Lord merely chuckled, "Hmm, well I suppose that is good enough."

With a wave of his hand, the Void's essence finally let the boy go, who immediately fell to the floor, unable to pick himself up due to the massive amounts of fear weighing him down. The Pet rushed to the boy's side, picking him up slowly and carefully as the boy clutched The Pet's shirt with a death grip.

"You may want to put the kid to bed, my dear," The Lord said teasingly.

The Pet glared, but there were other things to worry about for right now, such as getting this child proper medical care. He rushed out of the room, yelling to the closest servant to fetch him medical supplies to his room immediately. The boy remained silent through it all, exhaustion finally taking over him. By the time they reached the room, he had finally fallen asleep, The Pet gently caressing the boy's hair as he laid him down on the bed before beginning to wrap to take care of the boy.

Once it was all over, the boy laid on his bed with a peaceful expression on his face. He had been carefully washed clean with a cloth, while his injuries had been tended to with the appropriate bandages needed and completely swaddled in one of The Pet's shirts that looked like a dress on the boy.

He doesn't know if he'll be able to do this, if he'll be able to become the father the boy desperately needs. He has had some experience in taking care of children before, back when he still lived in the orphanage (back when he was still-), but this is different. So very, very different. He'll have to protect this boy not only from The Lord, but from those who want a chance to strike back at The Lord, the enemies that are willing to sink down low enough to involve the innocents, and that includes the boy that is currently sleeping on his bed.

His life will be filled with strife, with constant chances of him being killed by someone who resents The Lord or The Pet or by someone who is just twisted enough to hurt a child for the pleasure of hurting someone. The Lord will constantly be on the boy's shoulders, hurting him to hurt the Pet or to amuse him.

It isn't a life worth living.

And yet, what can they do?

The Pet's thoughts swirled in a storm of what-ifs, of plans to possibly get the boy out, of them ending up suffering and dead.

What should I do?

What

Can

Even

He can't-

He can't do anything-

uselessuselessuseless-

The sounds of the boy's whimpers broke him out of his daze, the boy's face scrunched up like he was having a bad dream. Slowly and carefully, The Pet placed his hand on the boy's head and began to hum a lullaby. It was a simple one, he had learned it in the orphanage as well and often used it to put the younger children to bed.

He's surprised he still remembers it.

Eventually, the boy's face began to relax. The Pet's slid down from the forehead to the boy's cheek, softly caressing it. His heart stopped when the boy snuggled into the hand, the beginnings of a small smile forming on his lips. The Pet stood still, no longer humming, his mouth agape of what he had seen and felt.

He then moved his head down, and gave the boy a small peck on the forehead. Unlike with The Lord, this action held genuine affection and tenderness.

"I promise you, that I'll make sure you'll have a happy life. A happy and fulfilling life until the end."

"I'll be your light, your shield, and your blade," he whispered this oath to the boy, he'll make sure of it. Even if he has to suffer every indignity, he'll make sure that this boy will survive.

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Timeskip: 1,279 years

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A humming was heard in one of the Stronghold's kitchens. The lullaby that was being hummed was very, very dear to him.

It was the lullaby The Pet often hummed to Yuna when he was brought into this hell, when he still had been innocent and human. Even now, the lullaby warmed his heart and made him feel light, as if all the troubles of the world melted away.

Gripping his gift tight, he entered the kitchen with a soft smile that most would never see on his face these days, "Dad," he called out, they were in private so he was free to call The Pet 'Dad' instead of 'Mother', "I'm back."

"Yuna!" The Pet turned his attention to his eldest son, eyes lighting up with life as he rushed towards the pale white and black haired man, hugging him tightly, "It's been so long since you've last visited," too long, over two years now.

"Just, busy with work...," Yuna would rather not ruin this reunion by mentioning 'Him', so he switched topics, "By the way, I got you something," he gave the wrapped box he had been holding ever since he got here. It was wrapped in pink paper and tied with a blue ribbon.

The Pet took the gift with gentle hands, "Oh thank you Yuna, you shouldn't have," for he doesn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve this kindness, this sweetness, not when he broke his oath of protecting Yuna when he was a child and continues to break with each and every child that is 'adopted' into this wreck of a family.

He swore to be their shield, and yet they all still bled.

He swore to be their blade, and yet they still died.

He swore to be their light, and still, his living children were swallowed by the darkness.

The Pet knew what Yuna's work entailed, of being an attack dog for The Lord to use in order to get rid of his enemies. He can see the bags under his son's four eyes of how much this tires him.

He is a failure of a father.

Yet, he can still give them comfort. Be their light in the darkness, even when the whole world is against them. He knows they are monsters now, monsters that have bled and killed many for their own survival. Most parents would be horrified of their children if they became like that, disowning them on the spot.

But he won't, he'll be by their side despite the blood they have shed.

The Pet tore open the gift, to reveal a recently published book of a series he has been reading for some time now.

"Oh Yuna, thank you," he gently pulled Yuna to tilt down in order to kiss his forehead with gratitude, "I've been waiting to read this for sometime now."

He won't lose his children, even if the whole world has to burn.

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Notes:

[1] I had originally planned to have The Lord make The Pet just beg even more. But decided to change it as I wanted to give small hints of what their relationship before was sort of like.

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And done! This has been in my head for months now and I am so glad that I finally finished it! I had wanted to explore more on what Yuna's and The Pet's lives were like during the first years, but I couldn't really get the creative juices flowing to think it through so I decided to do a timeskip instead hahaha.

Hope you enjoyed reading this (Despite the bitter bittersweet ending)! Might make more in the future ^^

#ASH #A Sunken House #ASH Writings #ASH Art #The Pet #Yuna #The Lord of the Wretched

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shepardsherd · 2 months

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When your characters just start revealing lore you didn't know about them, as you're writing them

#writeblr #writblr #am writing #raising hell #ash shepard wips

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crimsonbubble · 8 months

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no bc just imagine how sexually frustrated miguel would be after chasing you around like cat and mouse… the breeding has entered the chat

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, breeding kink, creampies, hair pulling, degradation, overstimulation, a bit of manhandling, improper use of webs *not proofread, just pure horny

[I want him so bad why can't he be real 😔😔😔]

MINORS DNI!!

he's getting tired of this, but your pretty eyes and soft lips draw in him each time he swore that he wouldn't fall for your games. as tired as he is, he always lets you get away with it.

letting you get away with it a little too easily. though now he's stopped his chasing, trying to keep himself occupied to stop himself from playing into your games. he can feel your eyes on him, burning into his back as he continues working through anomaly reports.

as you tried to sneak up on him, you felt something spread across your chest, wrapping around your arms. with a sharp tug, miguel pulled you into him. you collided with his chest, a hand holding his webs and a hand on your lower back. you struggled against the webs, only making him spread more around you.

miguel quickly tugged your mask off, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the shock written on your face. "not so tough now, huh?" you struggled against the webs again, trying to pull yourself away from him. "don't try and run from me now, you earned this."

miguel let out a grunt, pushing you up against his desk. he pressed a heavy hand to your back, webbing your wrists together. with little to no care, his talons rip through the crotch of your spider suit. the cloth is torn to shreds on the platform. "you've been nothing but a pain in the ass,"

miguel takes in the sight of you bound in crimson webs and bent over his desk. "a real thorn in my side." you try to peer over your shoulder only for miguel to press your head down to his desk. "we're not done til I say we're done." he disengages his suit with a flash, grinding his throbbing cock through your folds.

"you're lucky I'm even letting you have my cock." he says this yet he's just as needy for you as you are for him. the back and forth, the pushing and pulling, the cat and mouse games; he loves them but sometimes all he really wants is to web you up and fuck you til your legs give out.

and that is exactly what he's going to do. miguel lets his own fantasies and desires lead him, letting himself act on his impulses. miguel bottomed out in one sharp thrust, your walls convulsing and tightening around him as he fucked you. each thrust was heavier than the last, hips hips knocking you up further onto his desk.

with the hand pushing your face into his desk, he's tangling his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back as he rocked his hips into yours. you can't get words out because of how rough his pace is. miguel set a hand on your hip, using it to pull your ass back on his dick.

every thrust in and pull back forced his cock deeper, stretching your walls to accommodate his size. you're practically seeing stars shoot across your vision, mouth hanging open with each moan and cry that leaves you breathier than the last. with how easily miguel is leading you to orgasm, you know that you're not getting out of this for a while.

"only the first and you're already this fuckin' messy, huh?" the condescending tone makes your pussy flutter, as miguel tracks a finger over your pulsing clit. he rubs circles against the throbbing bud as you tumble head first into another orgasm. "m-miggy-" the words are caught in your throat, being passed by lewd cries and heavy moans.

your slick is gushing around his cock, and the wet noises of skin on skin finally make it to your ringing ears. miguel pushes your head against his desk again, grunting as he speeds through his release. it's a flood of warmth as miguel keeps his pace, groaning as much cum spills out of you. "fuck, look at you. such a messy little thing."

you can't tell up from down as miguel guides you to another orgasm. you're trying to alleviate the heavy plows of his hips by raising to your toes, but it only motivates miguel to go even harder, as if he's trying to knock the sense out of you. your eyes are blurring with tears, the stinging of the overstimulation starting to bite.

in a feeble attempt at pushing miguel away, he pins your wrists against your back. he uses it as more leverage to pull you back on his cock, letting another heavy load paint your walls white. "it's okay, take it just like that." the moans he's letting out are deep and guttural, a noise you would've missed if you weren't being drowned in his mere presence.

you're struggling against the webs again, the tingle of the overstimulation reaching new heights. miguels superhuman nature granted him increased stamina and endurance, making it easy for him to ride out his second high while you're crashing through your third. "c'mon now, is that all you got?"

you outwardly whine at his words, pushing your hips back to meet him halfway. miguel leans down, his chest to your back as he kisses up your neck. his fangs pushed against your skin, lightly grazing it with a featherlike pressure. it's as if he's teasing the idea that he could sink his teeth in. he very much could but he wants you to feel everything that he's doing to you.

he's got you trapped, and he doesn't intend on letting you go any time soon.

#bubbly speaks <3 #ash answers #bubbly writes <3 #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara headcanons #miguel o'hara imagine #spiderverse x reader #spiderverse x you #spiderverse x y/n #spiderverse smut

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emry-stars-art · 4 months

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@neilimfinejosten said coffee shop au last month so you’ll never guess what I’ve been thinking about

A few thoughts under the cut!

Andrew works at a coffee shop in a college town, so far with all the foxes except Aaron, and Neil’s been far away on the run. I’ve been putting Robin in this one and I bet Seth hangs around the shop for Allison. Aaron will pick up a shift or two but mostly he’s focusing on school.

Anyway one day in a cold winter a new guy comes into the shop looking to warm up, and Andrew just happens to be working the register (rare). It’s hard to tell with the mask, but this guy doesn’t seem to be much older than him or the team, and Andrew can catch glances of bandages and band-aids under his clothes.

He becomes a regular through winter, but none of the baristas can decide on his name because he gives a different one every time he comes in.

#I couldn’t help the joke I had to make the gag about Andrew getting distracted and spilling coffee #which is much more likely to happen later on when Neil becomes Neil #but shh #got some more stuff I wanna draw #I won’t be writing this out though lol #at least not yet #this one remains sketches 🙏#and random thoughts #fan art #my art #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #coffee shop au #digital #at least the first one is #thank you ash for bouncing ideas with meee

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escapenightmare · 1 year

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soft n pouty bf nagi <3

"you forgot something," nagi mumbles from behind you.

"what?" you ask him as he wraps his arms around your waist from the back, resting his chin on your shoulder. he had stopped you at the door a second before you were about to leave, telling you that you had forgotten something. "what is it?"

he holds out a book in front of your face, "book."

"oh shit," you quickly stuff it in your bag, escaping from his lingering touch. "thanks sei."

"you forgot something else too."

his drowsy voice makes you stop again and let go of the doorknob, groaning. "what now?"

"kiss."

"bro." you deadpan, turning around to face him and his little unconscious pout. you quickly press your lips to his, "okay?"

"that wasn't meaningful," he narrows his eyes at you, looking sleepy even though he'd been awake for an hour already. his hair was all messed up, more than it usually was, sticking out in all ends and looking all soft and fluffy, just like him.

"sei," you groan again and kiss him once more, making it last longer than the previous one. "happy?"

"no," he lightly huffs, his hand reaching out and grabbing yours with a more defined pout.

you narrow your eyes at him the way he did at you earlier. "why?"

"’don't want you to leave," he said softly, pulling you to him with your hand and wrapping his arms around you once again.

"but i have to go, sei," you tell him, lifting your hand to stroke his hair.

"why?" you could literally picture him stomping his feet like a child. "return the book tomorrow?" he suggests.

"the due date's today," your hand is still stroking his hair and he leans into your touch, face relaxing and eyes closing.

when he speaks again it's almost in a whisper, "just for a little while?"

you think about it. if you stayed for even just five more minutes, you'd be smothered with affection and attention, pulled onto the couch for cuddles, probably get so caught up in the moment that you'd forget you had to leave in the first place.

or, you could leave right now and come home to a poutier and more affection-seeking, drunk on not having your love seishiro.

"...?" even his silence looks like he's asking you a question.

"what?" you reluctantly ask.

"don't go," he says, voice drowsy and as soft as could be. "just for a little. ’swear." a pause before he adds, "please."

your heart almost shatters at how broken he sounded, and you let him know your answer by wrapping your arms around him in a hug. "okay. but only for a little."

he eagerly nods, tugging you to the couch and sitting down before pulling you on top of him, hugging you close to his chest. you could hear his steady heartbeat as he looked down at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

"so," you start, maintaining eye contact. "what's wrong?"

his long legs tangle with yours and he seems to hesitate before he answers, voice as gentle as it was before. "just missed you."

"hm?" you brush a few locks of his hair away from his forehead and look down at him. "we were together the whole day yesterday."

"i know," he replies, hand on your back and thumb tracing random shapes that you could feel through your shirt.

a circle.. a six... an eight.. a square...

nagi lets out a soft and content exhale. "i like it when it's like this." his eyes sparkle a little and his lips curl up in a small smile. "when it's just the two of us."

you snuggle closer to him, letting him lean his forehead on your shoulder as he hugged you tighter. "me too, sei."

unsurprisingly, you fall asleep, wrapped up in nagi's arms and warm and comfortable hoodie.

only for a little while my ass, you thought when you woke up again.

he's setting a mug containing your favorite drink down on the coffee table in front of you.

your eyes immediately wander to the window and you sigh, it was dark outside.

the library was closed now.

"here," your boyfriend hands you a book, sitting down next to you and cuddling up to you.

your eyebrows furrow, it was a book in your reading list.

"i went and returned the book for you," nagi says. "and got that."

you brighten up with a grin, "thanks, sei." your hand moves up to pat his head a few times and he pouted when you put your hand down.

there's no words exchanged as he curls up to you, and you wonder how someone could be as cute as he was in this moment; hair messed up more than ever, eyes sleepy and half closed again, drowning in an oversized hoodie and lips forming a tiny 'o' shape because of.... well, you had no idea.

you bring your free hand up to his cheek and smile. his hand comes up to hold yours as he nuzzles into your palm, eyes affectionate and loving, pout no longer visible on his face.

"i love you," he mumbles, leaning down and slowly kissing the corner of your lips. "a lot."

you gently smile, "i love you too."

nagi pokes the book in your hand, "read to me?"

"always."

#ー branded by ash.#first time writing for bllk pls forgive me 💀#blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #nagi x reader #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #nagi fluff #nagi seishiro fanfiction #seishiro x reader #nagi x you #nagi drabble #blue lock nagi x reader #blue lock drabble #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #nagi seishiro

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achenetype · 2 months

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the place i left behind — luke castellan // explicit

luke is on the run. things would be going perfectly if only he could stay away from you.

pairing: luke castellan x reader

word count: 2.1k

content: smut/explicit content, oral (f receiving), slight choking, coming in pants, afab reader, unclaimed reader, weed mention, a bit of angst but it’s all for the plot

🎧: the place i left behind by the deep dark woods

it was a bad idea for luke to come back to camp. you knew it; he knew it better. returning after what he had done wasn’t just stupid — it was a death sentence.

but here he is, tapping on the window of the cabin you used to share.

you meet his eyes through the warped glass and his face curls upward into a lazy smile. hey, he mouths. it knocks the wind out of you, sudden and disarming; seeing that familiar grin makes your chest ache.

“hey,” you whisper back, knowing he can’t hear you. hoping he can read your lips, knowing you won’t get your breath back until you can see him face-to-face.

outside? luke says, gesturing to the door of the cabin. moonlight falls in bars through the windows, illuminating a stripe across the worn brass doorknob.

you nod. the simple motion makes you nauseous. this isn’t safe. you’re going to get caught. you’re going to get him caught, and then—

you’re standing in front of the door before you know it. cold brass meets your fingertips and you bite your tongue, pretending you don’t feel how your hands shake as you turn the knob with a soft click.

outside, it's hot and humid. the air seems to hang in place for a split-second before luke is on you; his arms wrap around you and his face finds a home in the crook of your neck. this close, you can feel him breathing, feel the muscles shift as he inhales and exhales.

your fingertips roll over luke’s back — over his deltoids, those powerful ropes of tissue hooked into the bones of his shoulders. you joked about him being missing a pair of wings before, but that was before this.

before you could feel exactly how much potential he had shifting under his skin. before he squeezes you and murmurs into your pulse, “shit, angel, i missed you.”

hearing that nickname from his mouth feels like someone has ripped a hole in everything you are. luke smells like sweat and sunscreen and just a hint of weed smoke, and he missed you.

“i missed you too,” you breathe, and luke reaches up to hold your face in his hands. his forehead presses to yours, his dark curls damp against your skin. the bridge of his nose brushes yours, quick, barely-there.

you pull back, lacing your fingers with his, and he follows. it’s almost like nothing’s changed, you think, the two of us sneaking out, the closeness. the rhythm between the two of you picks up just like it would any other day.

except luke’s hair is longer, creeping uncut towards his eyes, and there are new scars on his hands and his back. there’s a knife on his belt and the outline of a gun — a mortal gun — silhouetted through the white fabric of his tank top, the metal of it still cold despite being pressed against his stomach—

you wonder if he knows how to use it. if he had lined up a shot, pressed the barrel against someone’s chest or forehead or the underside of their chin, and pulled the trigger. you wonder how luke’s face would look spattered with blood.

you wonder how it would feel to wipe that blood off of him with your fingertips or a wet rag, sitting with his knees bracketing your hips, just like every other time you’d cleaned him up.

—and luke had never held you like that before; like he was afraid to lose you before you could even say one word to him. like crushing you to his chest would keep you there forever.

“why did you come back?” you ask, praying that he won’t say what you already know.

luke sighs and rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “you get right to the point, dont’cha?”

his voice is teasing, low enough that a few of his words blur together. y’get right to the point. his thumb moves in twisting, concentric circles around the ridges of your fingers. his eyes dart up to yours.

luke reaches to cradle your face again, his knuckles grazing your cheeks as his palms flatten, one at a time and molasses-slow, against your jaw. “i wanted to see you,” he says.

there it is.

you step back and luke follows, matching your steps until you feel the rough-hewn stone of the cabin wall against your back. “you shouldn’t be here,” you whisper.

that lazy grin finds its way onto luke’s face again. “what, you scared?”

you don’t respond, and luke tangles his fingers in your hair before pulling your forehead back to rest against his. “hey, are you— are you scared of me?” his voice falters; his thumb moves in tiny circles at the junction of your jawbone and your neck. he frowns. "angel, c'mon," he whispers.

you shake your head. tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you bite the inside of your cheek hard enough to bleed. “i’m scared for you,” you breathe.

you reach up to cup luke’s face with your hands, mirroring his posture. “but i’m not scared of you.”

slowly, you wrap your fingers around luke’s wrist and drag his hand away from your face. his fingertips run down your neck, across your collarbones. his hands linger for a split-second longer around your chest before his palm flattens against your stomach and he leans forward.

luke stops at the loose hem of your camp shirt. “can i?” he murmurs, hooking two fingers under the fabric. his thumb resumes its movement over your hipbone, calluses catching on the exposed strap of your underwear.

“can i,” he repeats. “please, angel?”

this is a terrible idea. luke tried to kill you. he tried to kill your friends. he nearly started a war between the gods. he’s a traitor, a walking betrayal.

luke is your best friend, and you have missed him more than anything.

the soft yes barely leaves your mouth before luke steps forward that final inch, caging you against the wall.

his hands slip under your shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you only briefly self-conscious before he finds your mouth with his. he kisses you hard, bruising, biting at your bottom lip. he makes a sound low in his throat, pulling you impossibly closer.

“i missed you,” he murmurs in the tiny pockets of air between your kisses. “fuck, angel, i missed you so much.”

“i know,” you say. i missed you too.

luke presses kisses to your lips and your cheeks. your jaw. the bridge of your nose. please stay.

he buries his face in your shoulder and laves his tongue over your pulse, drags his mouth from your neck to your collarbones to just above your navel. in his wake, a trail of reddish-purple bruises unfolds under your skin.

luke speaks in half-caught sentences into your skin. “i’m so sorry,” he whispers. “i miss you so much— so much, i’m sorry, angel.”

when he finally sinks to his knees in front of you, his lips slightly parted and his breath coming in shallow gasps, luke lets his head drop to rest against your hip. his pupils are blown wide, swallowing the brown of his irises with desperate, inky want.

“lemme taste you,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your exposed hip and stomach. his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows and continues murmuring into your skin.

your hand finds purchase against luke’s collarbone and slides to rest against his throat; you match his jugular vein with the junction of your thumb and your palm, stroking the sides of his neck gently.

his breath catches, his heartbeat fluttering wild and needy against your fingertips. you half-expect him to pull away or to move your hand and continue kissing his way down your body.

instead, luke tips his head back that extra inch, his gaze flicking up and down before finally holding yours. his eyes are glossy and his mouth is open. his chest heaves against your thigh, trying and failing to control his breathing.

“are you sure?” you ask softly.

luke nods so feverishly that you worry his head will split from his neck. “c’mon,” he murmurs. “you know i wouldn’t ask if i didn’t want it.”

you do know, and it’s for that exact reason that you slide your thumb over luke’s adam’s apple again, pressing down just enough to make him gasp. it’s a broken, strangled sound, breathy and rough, and he sings it into your hipbone as he drags your shorts down your legs. the fabric pools around your ankles, and luke closes what little space is left between you in an instant.

he hooks his fingers under the sides of your underwear, toying with the lace idly as he mouths at the ruined fabric covering your cunt.

“gods, luke,” you say softly, tangling one hand in his sweat-damp hair and tugging. it’s more to test the waters than anything, but luke groans and shifts underneath you, and—

—and he’s hard, rolling his hips into nothing, chasing friction that isn’t there. his eyes, half-lidded and glassy, meet yours. you shiver — luke’s eyes are dark and intense, barely containing the want that lights up both of your bodies.

gods, he’s pretty like this, too, you think. who knew boys could look so good on their knees in the dirt?

luke pulls your underwear to the side and presses a quick kiss to your clit, mumbling in half-sentences as he laves his tongue over your soaked cunt. “my darling,” he breathes, dragging his hand up your thigh and reaching between your legs, sliding two fingers into you easily. “my angel, my everything.”

you rock your hips against his face, tightening your grip on his hair — which must be crossing some wires in his brain, because he shudders and points his tongue, flicking it against your clit as he curls his fingers.

“luke,” you gasp, tension building in your stomach. “i— i’m close, luke, please.”

luke looks up at you and smiles. you can feel his dimples against your inner thighs for a split second before he doubles down on his efforts, licking and sucking until something inside you snaps and you cum with a stifled moan, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

between your legs, luke licks his lips. “beautiful,” he says. his voice is raspy and he takes a deep breath, in-out, in-out. “there’s my girl. there you are, baby.”

you slowly sink to your knees next to him, your heart thudding against your rib cage like a trapped bird. “luke,” you whisper.

“yeah, angel?” he asks, wrapping one arm around you and tugging you closer. his fingers trace unseen patterns on the expanse of your thigh and you shuffle closer still to him, leaning your head on his shoulder. you can taste his sweat, electric and desperate. the smell of sex is probably all over both of you.

there’s a dark spot on the front of luke’s shorts and he tenses up when you slide your hand up his thigh. “did you— just from that?” you ask.

“oh, shit,” luke says, looking down. “uh— fuck, angel, i—”

“it’s okay,” you say, leaning forward to press your forehead to his again.

he sighs, tangling his fingers back into your hair. “i know.”

the two of you stay like that for what could have been minutes or hours before luke presses a kiss to your jaw and murmurs, “i have to go.”

something in your chest twists. the words slip out before you can stop them: “i don’t want you to.” you press your nose into luke’s hair and inhale the smell of sweat, of smoke. your fingers find the straps of luke’s tank top. look at this barrier. look at what’s keeping you apart.

“you know i can’t,” he murmurs, and you swear the crack in his voice breaks your heart all over again.

"i know," you say, tucking your head into his chest. "but i don't want you to go." you look up.

luke's eyes sparkle, brilliant and terrible, and when he kisses your forehead you can feel tears landing in tiny constellations across your head. "you deserve better," luke whispers. "better than me. than all of this."

do i? you ask yourself. and: do i want it?

when luke kisses you one last time and stands, drawing his sword out of nowhere, you know it as well as he does: you don't want better.

when he leaves — when there is nothing for days, when your dreams are haunted by the memory of his lips against yours and the smell of his hair, you know.

you only want luke.

#ash writing #pjo #pjo imagine #pjo x reader #pjo smut #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan smut #reader insert #reader imagine #x reader #fem reader #fic writing #Spotify

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stil-lindigo · 8 months

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little dove.

a short comic about Ash and Snow's first meeting / how Snow got her nickname.

Snow's story

Ash’s story

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#cw: animal death #cw: blood #i think after this ash goes back home and finds herself thinking of snow more and more #while snow returns to her own kingdom and forgets much of this encounter until ash reaches some renown as a monster with a blade #after which snow becomes extremely fixated on her and remembers her as the girl who watched her bury a dead bird in a flowerbed #lesbian first dates be like #anyway #i like the irony of snow's nickname being little dove seeing as how shes not exactly a very peaceful person #although she may seem like it on the surface #shes kind of difficult to write too. ive gotta balance her veil of innocence with genuine sincerity #the fact that she believes her own delusions is what makes her such a fun character #one day ill move on from these characters but i love my homicidal daughters very much #thank you for reading #sapphic art #comic art #stillindigo art #stillindigo comics #heartearters

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taifenggg · 1 year

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Lovestruck[Demon Bros]

Things the bros do because they're simps for you.

CW: mild cursing

Characters: GN!Reader(no pronouns specified), Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Authors Notes: I actually have a huge amount of requests for my other accounts but since I’m impulsive and have no sense of impulse control, I made another writing account for the sole reason that I wanted to ramble about Obey Me LMAOOO

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Lucifer [🦚💙]

He listens to you, even when he's busy

“Luciferrr,” you poke your head into his room, after knocking on his door. You stroll in taking in the sight of a somewhat disheveled Lucifer, sitting behind stacks of paperwork. A few buttons at the top of his shirt are undone and his tie is loose around his neck. You resist the urge to stare longer than you need to, turning away and plopping down in one of the armchairs in his room.

“I’m busy.” Although his words are blunt, there’s no actual malice behind them. You take that as a sign that since he didn’t actually tell you to leave that it was okay for you to stay. You lean over the side of your chair, sighing somewhat dramatically. “You’ll never believe what happened earlier.” And soon, you find yourself rambling about your day to Lucifer, speaking whatever comes to your mind. Every time you glance up at Lucifer, it seems as though he’s busy with whatever paperwork he’s subjecting himself to, but you ignore it and continue speaking.

Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer had actually stopped quite a while back ago, he was busy staring at the same line again and again, but somehow he couldn’t find the urge to continue working when all he could focus in on was your voice. His finger tapped absentmindedly at his pen as the edges of his lips quirked up every so slightly finding the way you were sprawled over the chair somewhat amusing.

Mammon [💰💛]

He’ll do something with you, even if he’s inclined not to

“D-do we have to do this?” Mammon’s hand squeezed yours tightly and you could feel how clammy it was against yours. You pouted at him, your lip jutting out, “Mammonnnn come on, can we please go into the haunted house? It’s supposedly much scarier than last years!” Your expression softens as you watch him visibly stiffen at the prospect of going in, “Well on second thought-”

“Nono, lets do it. T-the Great Mammon will protect you from anything that jumps out at us!” He points at himself, puffing his chest out to make himself seem more imposing. You resist the urge to laugh at how goofy he looks despite the fact that he’s clearly scared shitless. “Okay, okay,” you reach over to ruffle his hair, hoping that in doing so could help alleviate some of the nerves he was feeling.

“Oi, what’re you doing?” Mammon’s face flushes, but he doesn’t stop you, and instead leans into your hand more. Giving your hand one more squeeze, he charged towards the haunted house with you in tow. Needless to say the both of you spent the entire time clinging to each other when you're in there.

Leviathan [🐍🧡]

He has a playlist of songs that reminds him of you

“Levi, I just listened to that one artist you recommended to me, and I gotta say, their songs are absolute bangers,” You grin at him, “You have really good music taste!” Leviathan blushes from the compliment, turning to the side, “Well they actually dropped a new song recently, let me share it with you, I have it in my playlist.” He pulled out his D.D.D to open his Devilfy, scrolling through the numerous playlists that he had.

His finger pauses in its scrolling as it hovers over a certain playlist titled, “My Henry.” He glances up at you, feeling himself grow flustered as he quickly looks away once more, typing in the song instead of trying to scroll and find it and sends it to you. “Thanks! I got it!” You beam at him, shooting him a thumbs up from where you’re seated, and putting in your earbuds to stream it.

He’s grateful he made the playlist private, lest he deal with any questions from your end.

Satan [😾💚]

He sees parts of you in characters in his stories

“What do you have there?” you peeked over his shoulder, draping your arms over him. If it were any of his brothers, he would have found himself snapping at them and pushing them away, but since it was you Satan found himself leaning more into you touch. “A book I recently acquired,” he smiled, reaching over to squeeze your hand.

“Mhmm, anything interesting?” You absentmindedly traced the outline of his fingers with yours and Satan swore he could feel his heartbeat going faster. “Well, in a way the main character of this book is kind of like you. They’re kind, and they’re not afraid to stand up for what they believe is right,” He chuckles softly, turning the page with his free hand. You deadpanned, shaking your head, “You’re just describing every generic, heroic main character out there.”

Satan paused, setting his book down slightly as he turned to look at you, a gentle smile on his face. His hand reaches up, brushing your cheek, “I suppose, but they are traits that define you as well.”

Asmodeus [💋🩷]

He’s always seeking to try things with you

“Y/N! There’s this new café that opened up near Ristorante Six, want to come try it with me?” Asmo grabbed your arm, hugging it tight, almost as if he was afraid you would slip away from his grasp. You turned to face him, laughing softly as you transferred his hand into yours. “Didn’t you just go there the other day?” you teased him lightly.

Asmo pouted slightly, holding onto your hand even tighter, “Since the line was so long I didn’t get to try everything that I wanted to because they were limiting the number of items a single customer could order, that’s why I want to bring you with me! Plus it’s super pretty there, pleaseeeee?” You held his gaze, your resolve wavering slightly, you had planned on doing something else but seeing how badly he wanted to go you couldn’t help but relent.

“Alright, alright, of course I’ll go,” you laughed lightly. Asmo’s face lit up upon hearing your answer, tugging you along with him, “Great! I have a few other things planned out, so hopefully you don’t mind if I steal you for a few hours~”

Beelzebub [🍔❤️]

He seeks out your opinion before deciding on anything.

“Bloody Terrine, Deep-Fried Devil Zebra, Devildom Stir-fry with Toxic Chameleon-”

“Beel you’re drooling,” you laugh softly, grabbing a napkin to wipe his mouth. He takes it from you, his stomach rumbling from the thought of what he wanted to eat. “Y/N, what should I get?” His eyes focus in on you after a few seconds of staring at the menu. “Huh?” you’re slightly startled from his sudden question. “You should get whatever you’re feeling Beel, I mean you’re the one eating it.”

Beel shook his head, continuing to hold your gaze, “I want to hear your thoughts as well,” a slight flush dusts his face, but it’s barely visible. You smile softly, looking up at the menu, thinking for a second. “Mmmm well you got Bloody Terrine yesterday, and Deep-Fried Devil Zebra a few days before right? Why not get the stir-fry?” Beel takes in your thoughts, thinking on it for a moment before beaming at you, “Okay I’ll do that, thanks Y/N.”

Belphegor [🐮💜]

He prioritizes your comfort over his own

Belphie opened his eyes slowly, a smile finding its way onto his face as he stared at you, asleep next to him. However that smile soon turns into a frown as he studies the way your face is scrunched up, almost as if you were having a bad dream.

Belphie gently untangles himself from you, brushing a hand over the top of your head. Almost immediately, your face relaxes and you let out a puff of air as you slip into a more comfortable slumber. Belphie continues brushing his hand through your hair, carefully so he wouldn’t end up waking you up. Sure he was tired, but he would have rather helped you than just leaving you to fend for yourself when it came to the nightmares that plagued your sleep. His tail curls around your leg comfortingly, holding you in place so that you don’t end up rolling away but at the same time you’re still near him.

Belphie sighs softly as he settles back down next to you, rearranging his limbs so that they weren’t in your way. Although it wasn’t the most comfortable position, it was better than nothing.

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ashtxrie · 1 month

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incognito mode (heeseung)

PAIR. classmate!heeseung x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, implied strangers to lovers WORD COUNT. 1.0k WARNINGS. none! IN WHICH: heeseung receives drawings from an anonymous admirer who decides to not be so anonymous anymore...

heeseung finds the first drawing when he opens his locker, a yellow post-it note among his books and papers. he doesn’t think much of it, not until he pulls out his textbook and it flutters to the ground, landing near his feet.

there’s something on the back, so he bends to pick it up and freezes. there’s a raccoon staring at a hamster opening up his locker, a small speech bubble above the raccoon.

i wish you’d notice me...

heeseung smiles despite himself, tucking the note back into his locker.

he finds the second drawing when he’s standing in line for coffee and rummages in his pocket for spare change. he finds two five-dollar bills, and absent-mindedly hands them to the woman with an outstretched palm, who then hands him his drink.

heeseung is more interested in the slip of paper he feels tucked and folded in his pocket, and he quickly thinks back through his entire day and realizes he has no idea how someone’s managed to put it there.

he pulls it out as he takes a sip of his coffee, hissing as it burns his tongue.

the drawing’s cute, it’s a raccoon staring at the same hamster with hearts in their eyes.

heeseung looks at it for a few moments, then folds it back up, sticking it back in his pocket. he doesn’t realize he’s smiling until he catches sight of his reflection in the windows, and thinks he looks uncharacteristically happy.

the third drawing he finds is during class when he flips his textbook open, frowning as he notices something tucked in one of the chapters in the back of the book. he flips forward, eyes widening as he sees another post-it note.

it’s the same raccoon, staring at the hamster curiously. there’s another thought bubble hovering over the raccoon.

do you like the drawings? i wish you’d talk to me.

heeseung smiles and holds the drawing closer, turning it around to see if there’s any trace of the artist. there isn’t, and heeseung frowns.

how am I supposed to talk to you if I have no idea who you are?

the fourth drawing is tucked into his palm as he’s passing through classes, and heeseung whirls around, eyes wide.

“wait,” he calls, but he doesn’t know who he’s talking to, doesn’t know who to look for.

he’s met with blank faces of people walking past him, and his face falls.

he was so close. so close to figuring out who it was.

he moves to stand somewhere near the edge of the hallway, unfolding the paper. he stares at it for a while, folding and unfolding the paper.

the drawing’s split into two halves. on one side the raccoon presents the hamster with the drawing, beaming. on the other half, the one heeseung has been staring at for minutes, is of the raccoon hiding behind a wall and watching the hamster opening the paper.

heeseung sighs, then sticks his hands in his pocket and walks outside.

the next week, heeseung seems uncharacteristically quiet, and he looks at the first drawing he’s taped to the door of his locker.

he doesn’t know why he’s kept it there, but somehow it makes him feel a little less lonely. he supposes it’s because he hasn’t gotten a drawing in a while.

he frowns as someone bumps into him, and heeseung drops his books. he grumbles and reaches to pick everything up, frowning as he searches for the drawing he’d been holding in his hands.

his eyes widen and he swallows. he didn’t lose it, did he?

someone clears their throat and heeseung looks up, curious to see the person who’d bumped into him holding his last book and the drawing in their other hand. “here,” you say, “i'm sorry.”

heeseung blinks, then breathes out in relief. “thanks.”

you smile warmly, then point to the drawing that heeseung is nearly cradling. “did you draw that?” there seemed to be a knowing lilt in your voice, but the boy in front of you doesn't quite catch it.

heeseung looks up again. “oh, this?” he shrugs. “no, i’ve just been finding them everywhere.”

you laugh. “do you like them, at least?”

heeseung smiles, and part of him is wondering why the hell he’s talking so naturally to someone he’s barely even met. but he does. “yeah. although i’m offended that i’m a hamster.” he grins. “i think i’m more of a deer, at least.”

you laugh again, and heeseung thinks he could talk to you forever. “a deer,” you shake your head, eyes curved to crescents. “okay.”

heeseung stands up again. “i’m heeseung, by the way.”

you smile, and heeseung thinks your eyes are rather pretty. “[name]. i’m [name].”

when heeseung sees the fifth drawing, he loses his shit. he opens up his locker and sees another drawing folded so small that heeseung doesn’t see it until it falls out. he picks it up, his eyes widening.

the raccoon is laughing as the hamster puts deer antlers on its head as a headband.

you’re still a hamster, it says in the text bubble above the raccoon.

heeseung walks out of school late, and pauses as he sees you lingering by the bus stop, standing up to stare at the vending machine.

heeseung can feel his breath in his throat, feels the drawing clenched between his fingers, and he marches toward you.

you turn at the last second, eyes warm. there’s a moment of surprise as you see heeseung, and he thinks you nearly look scared.

but heeseung pulls you toward him and wraps his arms around you. he hears your small gasp of surprise, before you hug him back tighter. so he figured it out, huh? took long enough.

"it was you?" he says, softly. tentatively, as if afraid he was wrong.

you hum and smile at him. "you found me."

"and for the record, you'll always be a hamster to me. you were the sad hamster personified when the teacher said you couldn't eat your instant ramen in class last week."

"i-- hey! ... whatever. at least i look cute in your drawings."

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #enhypen blurbs #enhypen fic #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung imagines #heeseung fluff #heeseung fic #ashtxrie #— ash writes!

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alastrrz · 1 month

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i’m in desperate need of reader having feelings for alastor but instead of telling him she completely distances herself (idk why but im obsessed w this concept)

I JST READ SOMETHING VERY SIMILAR TO THIS so i'll definitely be basing this piece off of this by @princekeerys !

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ﾟ。 away from you ; alastor x reader

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genre/type: fluff/comfort, blurb

Over the course of the several months you'd been in hell, a few things have happened. The literal Radio Demon was the one who found you when you arrived in hell, and upon seeing how scared you were, offered for you to stay at the Hazbin Hotel. You've learned a lot about Alastor, you even became one of his closest friends. Or, more so, someone whose presence he didn't hate.

Among these few months, you also happened to learn that Alastor is on the aroace spectrum. Which means, in layman's terms, he doesn't regularly feel romantic or sexual attraction. Which was terrible news for you. After learning that, you started distancing yourself from Alastor. He'll admit, it left him confused. He was actually starting to miss your company.

You took lengths like staying on the complete opposite side of the room he'd be in, not making eye contact with him, and you also stopped giving him his daily 'Good morning!'. It made him a little sad. You were going to do everything in your power to put your silly crush on the back burner, just to make him comfortable.

Eventually, a couple weeks passed, and Alastor was pretty upset that he basically hadn't seen you at all. He showed up at your bedroom door, almost knocking it down. You scrambled out of bed, opening the door. "Hi! Uhm, oh! Alastor!.." You weakly smiled, not looking him in the eyes.

He sighed, his eyes showing a bit of disappointment. "You can look me in the eyes, you know. Have I done something wrong, my dear?" He questioned, walking into your room. You shook your head, "No.."

"Then what ever is the matter? Why is it you're avoiding my every move?" He tilted his head, leaning on his staff. You groaned, might as well rip the bandaid off. "I know you don't romantically like people! I don't wanna bother you with my stupid crush on you!"

Alastor was honestly stunned for a moment, his eyes blankly staring at the top of your head. "If you're mad, you can just say that." You spoke, turning your back to him.

"Oh, sweetheart, why would I ever be mad? Your presence is quite literally the only one I enjoy in the hotel! I've grown to be a touch sad without you around, actually." He spoke honestly, putting a hand on your shoulder. "We can talk more details later, but for now, please stop distancing yourself. I miss you, sha."

#ashe's writing #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel fluff #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor x y/n #alastor x reader comfort #alastor x reader fluff

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ashtronomyys · 9 months

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It happened so fast, Johnny wasn't even sure if he had seen it right. But then a few seconds later, there it was again! A small dot jumped up right above Simon's lip before disappearing. He silently watched the man's face, looking for any acknowledgment behind the mask. But there was none. Simon's eyes continued to scan over the documents he was in the middle of signing off.

Johnny had been sitting on the edge of Simon's bed silently drawing away while the other man worked at his desk. About an hour ago, he decided to switch up his sketches of guns and other paraphernalia and moved on to one of his favorite subjects, Ghost.

The Scotsman would devote himself to mapping out every one of Simon's features. There were pages dedicated to sketches of his hands, his arms, his shoulders, and his back. His eyes and the way light bounced off of his eyelashes.

It was in the middle of one of these sketches, Johnny sneakily glancing over at the lieutenant when the movement caught his eye. Simon's mask was pulled taught over his face. Today's black fabric was a more form-fitting material which allowed him to make out more of Simon's face. The fabric was probably what allowed Johnny to see the movement as the Brit absentmindedly scratched at his chin. He grunted to himself, scratching off a line in the papers and there it was again!

The mask poked up along the corner of his mouth before running across his lips and dropping back down again. It finally clicked for Johnny when the dot was held out in place while Ghost sighed and drew his lips together in a grimace.

Simon stuck his tongue out when he was concentrating.

It took everything in Johnny not to giggle the next time he saw his lieutenant's tongue dart out across his upper lip. It must not have been enough because Simon looks up from his paper for the first time in an hour and shoots him a sideway glance.

"Something funny, Sergeant?"

Johnny tries to play it cool, hopes Simon doesn't note the way he freezes in his stare. "No....was just admiring the view, tha's all."

Simon's eyes narrow into a glare. With another sigh he drops his pen down on the table and spins his chair around to face him. "Alright, c'mon MacTavish. Out with it. What's on your mind?"

Awh crap. He's really in for it now. "And how do ye know I-"

"Johnny, you and I both know that at this point, we know each other inside and out. I can /SEE/ that you have something spinning around in that head of yours." He gestures to his forehead, rotating his fingers around imitating a cog wheel turning. "So out with it. I know you're itching to say something and I can't focus on my work until you've got it outta your system."

Well, if this is how he dies, let it be known that John "Soap" MacTavish died a soldier's death. Valiantly going where no man dared to cross before. He'll leave behind a legacy of bravery, dedication, and sacrifice.

"You know ye lick yer lips when you're concentrating?"

...

.....

"Fuuucking hell Johnny..." Simon drags his hands over his face, stopping to rub circles at his temple. "Is that what you were so focused on?" he asks, with amusement dripping into his voice.

"Well I was just surprised by it!"

"You're unbelievable."

"What?! I think it's endearing! I just couldn't tell what I was looking at with the mask." He pauses, considering his next question before going forward with it anyway. "Do ye taste yer mask when ye do tha'?"

"Alright, that's enough of that Johnny," he barks out. Simon turns back to his paperwork.

Part of Johnny worries that he may have made him feel self-conscious. But he sneaks another glance at the man, and he can see the telltale sign of a smile playing on his lips. The crinkle in his eye and the deep, low rumble of a laugh as he shakes his head let's him know it's fine. A smile starts to form on Johnny's own face. He opens his journal and flips back to the sketch he was working on.

And not five minutes later, he spots that tongue dart out again. And he absolutely puts everything he has into capturing it on paper.

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I'm still pretty new to writing so please excuse any errors. I felt inspired after watching Samuel Roukin's livestream yesterday. I love giving characters benign ticks and I am now a firm believer that Ghost also flicks his tongue out when he's concentrating.

#soapghost #ghostsoap #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #cod mwii #cod mw2 #ash writings #ghoap #samuel roukin

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asunkenhouse · 5 months

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"Well, that was rather unfortunate. I was growing rather fond of that one! Too bad that he was a spy."

"They almost always end up being spies. It's pathetic that they still keep sending them in despite never succeeding, an utter waste of resources."

"Ah, true. Makes you wonder where they're getting them all from, willing to bet they have an Exorcist with some sort of cloning ability?"

"Ugh, don't jinx it, Emiriel. Now can you please hand me my prosthetic back? I have several of ambushes to start planning for tomorrow."

#ASH #ASH Moodboards #Yuna #Emiriel #ASH Writings

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ashanimus · 1 year

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Fanart from @carpisuns's seriously adorable fic, the Death Defying Flirting Methods of Willow Park!

#toh #the owl house #toh hunter #hunter noceda #willow park #toh willow #huntlow #the owl house fanart #carpisuns #sorry this is so late omg #everyone if you haven't read the fic please go check it out it's adorable #I actually squealed #in the meantime enjoy my horrible left handed writing #fairytalesandfolklore #lollytea #thank you both for the consulting help :v #ash art

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crimsonbubble · 7 months

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Cod men being absolute munches please ❤️❤️

cw. nsfw, afab!reader, oral, overstimulation, panty stealing (dont ask pls im depraved), beard burn, scent kink of some sort *not proofread, just pure horny

[BRB LOSING IT RN]

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MINORS DNI!!

ghost is messy and kinda pervy. like he'll keep his mask on when he tells you to sit on his face type messy. will not take the mask off until you've soaked through it but you can feel his tongue push against the rough fabric as he bumps it against your clit. he has definitely used the soaked mask as fap material when he's away from you. though he's not opposed to stealing your panties if his masks aren't available to him.

if ghost was messy, then soap is sloppy. he's doped out on your taste and scent. he just wants all his senses to be you. loves to squeeze your hips while your push his face closer against your pretty cunt. once he starts, he won't stop. he just thinks you always have too much on your mind, so he's doing you a favour and making him the only thing on your mind. also, you just look extra pretty when you're tearing up sensitivity. loves how you can't tell if you want to pull him closer or push him away.

price is so so attentive. he's peering up at you as he sucks your pretty clit into his mouth. makes your thighs clench around his head just because he loves seeing how easily your body reacts to him. also loves to hear you complain that your skin is raw and sensitive but then again it is unbelievably hot to see your captain's beard dripping in your arousal.

gaz loves to have you sit on his face. literally smother him, it's what he wants. heavily encourages you to ride his face as you please. grabs your ass like he's getting paid to do so. can not and will not keep his hands off you. if you offer to suck him off, good god he'd make sure to give you the most mind blowing, toe curling, gut wrenching orgasm ever.

alejandro loves control, but he's always willing to sacrifice it for you. he'll let you take the reigns; want to sit on his face? he'll happily lie down for you. want to have him on his kness? he's already there. while his mouth is busy working on your sticky cunt, his hands are roaming all over you. it's like he's trying to commit the curves and slopes of your body to memory.

rudy is a certified lover boy. literal hearts in his eyes when he's needy for you. wants, no needs you to sit on his face. he just wants to feel your thighs on him. holds your hips down on his face so he can tongue fuck you and bump his nose into your clit.

horangi downright abuses your sweet little clit. he can't help it, you make the sweetest noises when he overstims you. he'll pin your hips down on the bed so he can trace his name on your clit with his tongue. loves to hold eye contact with you when he goes down on you. def the type to stop when you close your eyes or look away.

konig forces you to put your weight down on him. don't just hover on him. sit on him. full weight. doesn't matter if he can breathe or not. though he prefers to situate himself between your thighs with his hood on, so you can't see what he's gonna do. once you cum on his face, he isn't letting you go until you do it again. forces your body to move along his face so he can continue to please you.

keegan finds it more amusing to just pull his mask up over his nose to eat you out. simply bc he can't be bothered to take it off completely. he's a clit kisser. and he makes out with your pussy too. sitting in his office chair while he's kneeling under his desk so he can eat you out. loves to finger you while he kisses and licks your clit.

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