#creeper purrs like cat

[deadghosy]

So I saw a lot of your work, and I love them. Keep it up, please. You're doing great... but I wanted to ask or well request something see if the requests were open or not so so sorry if they were but I saw your Enderman reader and I wanted to have a creeper reader and see how the hotel would react to them. gender neutral, please 🙏 .

I got these pictures off the internet, and I thought these would give you a good idea of what the reader would look like.

They could also have a humanoid form similar to this, but you could easily ignore this. I was just giving you examples or pictures you could go off of

OOOOH THE FIRST DESIGNS ARE CUTE! IMA DO THATTTT HEHHE💗💗🦆 I LOVE MINECRAFT

HAZBIN HOTEL X CREEPER! READER

prompt: Steve accidentally knocked you into an unknown portal.

Steve had a leash on you as you hiss softly smiling and nuzzling against his hand that has your leash. Steve put the leash around a fence trying to make a portal to the neither as you sit down smiling at your human. Steve uses his flint and steel as the portal is red which makes Steve back away. As he backs away, he accidentally knocks you forward into the portal.

“READER NOOOO!” Steve yelled as you hissed in a quick panic.

You hiss with a cry as you plop on your face on some blood. You couldn’t even get up as your arms were short. You were 90% of body and 10% of legs….

Soon you felt someone pick you up grumbling drunk. “What the fuck is this?” A rough voice says as they shake you making you hiss. The person turned you around to see your black eyes and full black mouth as you hiss at him. The drunkard laughs and takes you by the leash, oddly gently walking you as he blabbers about being lonely and selling his soul to some smiley asshole.

Next thing you know, you are in the arms of this cat demon who is drooling passed out drunk

And that’s how you got into the crew as you became the server who serves the residents of course.

Literally you walk with a severing tray on your head as you smile with a “pst” and go back to the bar.

I headcannon they all woke up to see a four legged fuzzy creature literally walking around and they were like “what the fuckkkkk…”

I can imagine you falling down the stairs into Angel and you both just fall on the floor like idiots

You know how cats go towards the creepers and the creepers run away? Yeah. Literally husk got oddly attached to you making Charlie make you part of his bar as you serve drinks out to residents.

You were literally walking, holding a tray in your mouth. Husk just stares at you with dilated eyes and purr. The crew noticed this but didn’t confront him. Well alastor did of course and he didn’t get an answer out of husk.

Imagine a cartoony moment where Angel scares you, making you literally poop out gun powder😭 Angel gave the same face to you when sir Pentious called him “son”

Alastor definitely thought you were a cannibal because of your black eyes. He brought you a dead sinner, like literally he thrown a small sinner in your face. And you just stood there confused with a “pst.” And walked forward to Alastor and purr against him.

Mission failed successfully, Alastor gained a furry child-

I headcannon creeper! Reader to have a tongue just like the reference and picture because Steve mostly heard the sounds from their mouth.

Charlie and vaggie tried to make you a room, but Lucifer couldn’t help but love your fluffiness as he picked you up and ran as the others chased him.

I headcannon even if husk was the one that took you in. You can sense he is a cat demon, mostly a cat in your eyes as you run away from him as husk just walks normal speed confused behind you.

“Where you goin'?” Husk asked as you cry out a hiss running away on your stubby cute legs.

It was basically giving, “WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?! WHY ARE YOU RUNNING!”

You ran into Lucifer’s room to hide from husk-

Lucifer likes to pick you up at times. Literally he knows when you get too nervous you explode things. So he has part of his room your calm down station with fluffy pillows 💗

“PST.” “Why yes you fluffy boy??? Uuh girl. I did make you a duck. And look!” Lucifer says turning around dramatically “it was a rubber duck, green with green fuzz with a red button on its head. “It also explodes!” Just as he said that, a tiny exposure hit his face making his face look smoky as he gags and cough.

One time a sinner had yelled at you for accidentally giving them the wrong drink, and immediately they were thrown out by husk who had a dark expression at you cowering at the yelling. He’s not taking disrespect towards you lightly.

I can see you just casually walking outside only to get mistaken for grass, and an old lady was trying to cut your fur off.

“Hey has anyone seen Reader?” Vaggie says as she looked at the crew who showed up for the meeting. The crew looked around confused until they heard a big ass boom. *VINE BOOM*

I headcannon you sometimes explode based on intense emotions, mostly fear or being scared.

The old lady didn’t survive the explosion.

I imagine creeper! Reader having behavior issues like a cat. Like there was a small ball and you hit it like a curios cat.

The Vee’s were confused to see you as you were shopping at the beer store. And you walked minding your business, catching vox’s attention as he stopped the two other Vee’s. Literally they were intrigued at how different you looked. They’ve seen sinners and demons before. But you are so different.

I imagine you getting so much attention for your weird creature look. Literally either people wanna skin you, or pet you.

Valentino probably seen you on Angel dust’s post that said “what a cutie, they can’t pick up the teddy bear” and Valentino was raising a brow at your appearance

Rosie would also think you are a cannibal as Alastor brought you to cannibal town to show you off. Rosie admires your affection towards her as you just purr and help her around.

Creeper! Reader is definitely a child by heart as they thrown up one time and went to a “trusted” adult to say, “pst.” Which translated to “mom/dad, I threw up.” 🥺

You once blowed up one side of the hotel over a nightmare 😭 Alastor sighed with a smile and fixed it

You actually once had Alastor scratch your back as you couldn’t reach it . Alastor wasnt sure how he wanted to touch you since he wasn’t prone to being touch himself. But he did for you.

Why do I headcannon for a creeper and creeper! Reader to blow fire….

IMAGINE THE ABSOLUTE FOREST AND HOUSE FIRES YOU MADE😨

Cherri bomb would literally be friends with you since you can explode. So yeah I can imagine the chaos you two cause around the pride ring

Velvette probably would get ahold of you to give you a cute cloak that goes around your “shoulders” . It’s just so cute that you would have a cloak.

LMAO STOP CAUSE WHAT IF VAGGIE HAD THROWN YOU IN THAT ONE EPISODE WHERE VAGGIE THROW THE CAST DOWN INTO A FIELD😭 YOU KILLED SO MUCH PEOPLE WITH YOUR BOOM

Meanwhile Steve is just standing there shocked at the lost name tag you had as he sighs pulling out another creeper egg. Only for the creeper to blow up in his face.

I can see him posting out a missing poster with him coughing out smoke.

I headcannon Lucifer made you a duck pool seat as you just float in the pool smiling like a child as you drink lemonade. You’re so Adorable 😭💗

I imagine reader to go through a lot of training to be a waiter as you just trip on one of your legs to serve a resident their drinks

Niffty likes petting your soft fuzzy paw..she literally rubs her face in your fur hypnotized in it.

I headcannon you to smell like gun powder and a soft scent of fresh air that makes anyone relax as you are mostly outside back where you came from.

You mostly pick things up with your mouth of course. So imagine how awkward it is trying to put on your waiter outfit in your room. 😭

Sir Pentious definitely steals gun powder from you by making you scared so you can drop the gun powder. And then he apologizes to you after almost getting a heart attack.

I can see a calm moment of you snuggling with the crew as your favorite hotel crew member hold you.

The egg boiz definitely nap against you as you sleep in your fluffy pillows that Lucifer got you

You blowed up a resident on accident cause they didn’t tell you that they were behind you before you could see who it was.

You like getting groomed by niffty as it reminded you of how Steve combed your fuzzy fur while you smiled relaxed.

Adam had picked you up as you followed Charlie behind her back since you wanted it do errands.

“The fuck is this shit?” Adam says as you hiss at it. “Did this shit just hiss at me?” Adam asked with an amusing smirk as he noogies your head

Adam would definitely know what you are cause I headcannon he goes to earth to see what games online they have 😭😭

I headcannon that you just shed around the hotel with your green fur. But who can complain when literally it’s just small pieces that smell like gun powder.

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[sapphire-writes]

Pretty Little Thing

summary: After finding yourself at a holiday party you hadn't wanted to attend in the first place, Aemond Targaryen makes it worth while.

pairing: modern!Aemond x Reader

warnings: 18+/NSFW/MDNI - smut, oral fem receiving, fingering, spanking, praise, slight dirty talk, overstim, kissing, love bites, hand over mouth, titty play, allusions to Aegon being a creeper, alcohol, smoking, langauge

word count: 7.2k

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—

Be there soon.

Alysanne had texted you nearly an hour ago, and with each passing minute you became more doubtful she’d be making an appearance at all.

You hadn’t even wanted to come. It’d been her idea and now she was blowing you off.

“We’re just exchanging the last of our things,” she’d promised on the phone several hours earlier, “You go on without me and I’ll meet you there.”

Yeah. Because it takes three hours to give your ex-boyfriend his stuff back. Totally.

Alysanne and Cregan Stark had been on and off again since you’d known her; this time was no exception. You knew from her first running later than I thought text that the night wasn’t going to go as you’d hoped. 

You decide to like her most recent message instead of replying, unable to stop the wave of annoyance cresting inside of you. 

You hadn’t even wanted to come.

An end-of-semester holiday party. Thrown by the elder Lannister siblings; twins Jason and Tyland. The kings of Casterly Rock are well known for their extravagant get-togethers and the unimaginable generational wealth that funds all their exploits. 

They’d long graduated from King’s Landing University, but you and Alysanne scored an invite courtesy of Cerelle Lannister, their younger sister, whom you’d been trying to avoid since you arrived. If Cerelle didn’t see you, perhaps you could escape the party unscathed.

That hope proves too good to be true as your name is called from across the room. You slide your phone back into your pocket as Cerelle approaches you. Her blonde hair hangs in effortless curls down her back, the emerald green top she wears accentuating its golden hues, along with her bright green eyes. 

You’re not exactly close with Cerelle, though she appears to enjoy your friendship, at least on a surface level. She’s part of the weekly book club you attend. Her grin widens as she reaches you, eyes drinking you in. 

“Darling!” she muses, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“You wore it!” she says, fingers ghosting across the cashmere cardigan you’d chosen to wear that evening. Cerelle had bought it for you a few weeks ago, though you’d begged her not to; the price was more than you made in a paycheck.

Alysanne once referred to you as Cerelle’s Polly Pocket.

“She pulls you out of her pocket and plays dress up. It’s fucking weird,” she’d said. 

Cerelle’s lips curve upwards in a Cheshire cat grin as she slings an arm around your shoulder, bringing her glossed lips next to your ear.

“Stop moping in the corner like some dreary wallflower,” she purrs, brushing some hair behind your ear, “Have some fun! It’s winter break!”

Goosebumps break out on your skin at her affections. You laugh breathlessly shrugging away from her touch causing her to frown. 

“You haven’t had enough to drink,” she insists, reaching for another glass, “You’re much too antsy.”

“Alysanne was supposed to be here,” you tell her and she nods understanding, looping her arm through yours and giving your forearm a comforting pat. 

“Fashionably late as always, I suppose,” Cerelle drolls, pointing across the room, “There are lots of fascinating characters here who’ll distract you. Shall I spin a bottle to decide?”

“Hilarious,” you tell her, shaking your head.

“I never joke about a good shag,” Cerelle argues, gaze flickering about the room, “From the looks of it you could use it.” She turns back to you, matching your pout. “Don’t frown, you look too lovely.” She places her hands on your cheeks, thumbs tugging the corner of your lips upwards.

“Much better,” she praises as you hold the smile she’s decorated your face with, “Come on let's find you someone…don’t look at me like that! Someone to flirt with, that’s all. A bit of harmless fun.” 

You roll your eyes earning a pitch on the arm and you swat Cerelle’s hand away.

“There’s no one here I want to flirt with,” you insist, following her gaze around the room, “Let alone shag.”

“You’re too picky,” she muses, tapping a manicured nail against her chin as she scans the room, “What about Greyjoy?”

A shiver rolls through you, “No thank you.”

“Heard he’s good in the sack.”

You’d heard a lot of things about Dalton Greyjoy. None of which made you want to spend an extended period of alone time with him. You glance at Cerelle giving her a firm look. She sighs, returning to her mission.

“You need someone,” Cerelle insists after you shoot down several more options, “You haven’t been with anyone since—what was it again?”

His face flashes through your mind before you can help it. 

“Unimportant,” you quip, “Cerelle, I just want to—” Your words die as two new guests bound up the stairs into the main hallway. 

Suddenly, it’s as if all the air has been sucked from the room, your heartbeat echoing in your ears the only sound you can hear. You tug Cerelle closer, eyes wide.

“You invited them?” you hiss, as Cerelle frowns, following your gaze.

“Not me. Jason must have,” she answers, “It’s not a party without Aegon. Jay swears he has the best coke on this side of the Keep.”

Aegon Targaryen is relatively harmless as long as you keep your drink close. You’re more concerned with the tall figure who lurks closely behind him. Though the younger, Aemond Targaryen towers over his brother; his presence makes the room feel smaller, colder than it was moments ago. He’s dressed in all black, as he usually is, the silver chain around his neck the only other color. His long snow-white hair is braided down his back, an eyepatch securely covering his left eye.

He never takes it off.

Aegon pushes by his brother making a beeline for the kitchen where most of the chaos is localized. You can tell a new drinking game has begun by the sound of cheers and the echo of glasses clinking together. Aegon’s eyes lit up as he disappeared down the hall, eager to join the miscellaneous fun.

Aegon loves a good party.

Aemond watches his brother but lingers behind in the living room leaning against a wall. He extends a long arm to the bookshelf retrieving one with his long fingers. He flicks open a few pages, lips pursing. He glances up, violet eye meeting yours for the briefest moment. 

Your lips part and you look away, warmth flooding your cheeks. You had shared a couple of classes with Aemond, nothing more nothing less. He was quite mysterious. 

“Anyway,” Cerelle says, her attention wavering with each passing second, “Back to you drinking. I’ll get you another glass. Loosen up, pet.” 

—

You try to, you really do. No matter what her intentions are, Cerelle has been nothing but nice to you, so you allow her antics. An hour has ticked by and Alysanne has yet to respond to your latest text message. Squeezed between Cerelle and Sabitha Frey during another round of quarters you decide to plan your escape. 

“I’m going to get some air,” you tell her, rising from the couch. Cerelle rolls her eyes, “I’m not leaving, I swear!”

“You better not!” she says, perfectly sculpted eyebrows knitting together, “I’ll come to fetch you if you’re gone too long—you know I will.”

She’s telling the truth. 

“Five minutes,” you insist, forcing a smile.

Cerelle’s nose twitches but she lets it go and nods, returning her attention to the game.

Weaving through the sea of people you make your way outside letting the door shut behind you as you walk down a few steps of the front stoop. It’s colder than you expected, you can see your breath in front of you. 

You stand shivering, trying to decide what to do next. Reaching into your pocket, you check your phone for the time. You could leave, make your escape down the steps, and catch the last bus back to Maegor’s Holdfast. 

If you stay any longer, you’ll be forced to spend the night or dip into your savings to splurge on an Uber. It’s always crazy expensive on this side of town as if the drivers know the neighborhood is full of rich kids. 

The door opens and noise from the party fills the cool night until it slams shut once more. You roll your eyes expecting Cerelle as you turn your head. 

Only it isn’t her.

Aemond Targaryen lingers on the top step, reaching into his jacket pocket and placing a cigarette between his teeth. He finds a lighter a moment later, a nice expensive one, flicking it open with a sharp click. Fire blooms in the palm of his hand and you can just make out the three-headed dragon branded on the side of the silver lighter before it disappears into his pocket again.

He releases a cloud of smoke into the air, mimicking the one your breath makes. You turn away as he walks down a few steps, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. 

“You were in my class,” he says suddenly, his head tilting to the side, “History of The First Men, right?” 

You force your lips together. “Mhmm,” you answer, surprised he recognized you.

Aemond Targaryen didn’t seem the type to remember a random girl in his class. Smart as hells, he focused solely on his grades, paying little attention to the rest of the student body. He seemed to be the antithesis of his elder brother. Though incredibly different, supposedly they had similar lustful appetites. 

One for pleasures of the flesh, the other for academic validation.

Aegon Targaryen was a known party boy and ran in multiple social circles. He didn’t care about class or popularity; if there was sex, liquor, and drugs around, Aegon Targaryen would be there. 

However, there were stories about Aemond too that made their way around campus. 

“You alright?” he pressed, the silence laying heavy between you. 

“I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now,” you breathe, chuckling slightly as you rub your arms as the frigid air bites into your exposed flesh. 

Aemond quirks a brow at that, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Why’s that?”

“You’re sort of a banned topic at book club,” you admit, causing his lips to curl into a small smirk. 

“Am I?”

“Mhmm.”

Another moment of silence goes by before his curiosity gets the better of him. “Because?”

“Maris runs it,” you tell him, and he clicks his tongue, nodding to himself before taking another drag of his cigarette.

Maris Baratheon, the elder of a pair of Irish twins. Floris Baratheon, once the object of Aemond’s affection for about a half second, was royally screwed over when he left her for none other than Alys Rivers. Adjunct Professor. It was quite the scandal at the time.

You’re not exactly friends with Floris; closer to Maris if you had to choose. But it's the principle of things—girl code. 

“Floris and I were never exclusive,” Aemond comments.

“Yikes.”

So maybe Aemond Targaryen is just like every other guy. Though, you’re mostly sure he’s telling the truth. The story you’d heard was that he ghosted her. 

“She shouldn’t have assumed,” he continues, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

You roll your eyes, blood boiling at his statement as annoyance begins to quicken in your belly. Aemond Targaryen seems more like his elder with every word that leaves his curved lips. 

“Right, of course not, how dare she,” is your sarcastic reply. 

Aemond tilts his head toward the sky, speaking around the cigarette. 

“You seem rather upset,” he accuses, “Funny, Floris never mentioned you.”

You turn to face him fully and he glances at you out of the corner of his eye. Folding your arms across your chest you jut your hip out. “We’re not friends. It’s the principle of it all. I don’t like assholes.”

His perfect lips curl slightly. “I’m an asshole?”

“Mhmm. At least Aegon owns up to his behavior, he doesn’t pretend he’s some suave guy doing nothing wrong.”

You swear a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he plucks the cigarette from between them.

“Is that what I’m doing?”

“Sure seems like it.”

Aemond takes a step closer then. You have to tilt your head to look him in the eye. Something about being this close to him is almost unnerving, your stomach drops slightly as you focus on his prominent cheekbones. 

“It’s not my problem if a girl gets her hopes up after getting fucked properly,” he counters.

Your breath hitches in your throat and you back up, slightly slipping against the icy railing. Aemond reaches out, his hand curling around your bicep to steady you. It’s warm, almost hot; the heat seeps through your thin sweater in the shape of his fingers. 

There’s a tension between you as he holds your arm for a second too long, before the door opens and several partygoers stumble down the steps, forcing you to break apart. Aemond takes another drag of his cigarette from across the stairs as they laugh tumbling into the street. You’re grateful for the distraction, taking a moment to slow the frantic beating of your heart, and the slight flutter in your stomach. 

“So,” you begin, trying to break the awkward silence the partygoers left behind with their departure, “How do you know Cerelle?”

Aemond looks at you quizzically.

“How do I know Cerelle?”

You jerk your chin up in a hasty nod. Aemond chuckles, shaking his head and taking another drag.

“Family friend,” he answers, “Old money likes to stick together.”

You nod again, unsure of how to answer as he observes you. 

“Surely you’ve heard of the Westerosi Seven?” he asks.

You haven’t.

“The what?” 

“The seven families,” Aemond says, his tone indicating that this is somewhat common knowledge, “Generational wealth that can be traced back to medieval times. The higher lords and ladies. Near royalty.” He takes another drag.

“And you’re one of them?” you ask, crossing your arms. 

“My family, yes,” he answers, “And Cerelle’s. The Baratheon girls. Stark. They’re all quite close.”

“Interesting,” you tell him, glancing down the street again, “You sound like the mafia.”

Aemond holds your gaze, not denying your allegation. You release a breathless laugh, but unease settles in your gut. 

The door opens as if on cue, and Cerelle pops her head out. 

“Darling! Come back inside you’ll catch your death,” she calls, waving you forward. She spots Aemond out of the corner of her eye, and you don’t miss the look of interest that gathers in her green eyes as they flicker between the pair of you, “Targaryen.”

“CeCe,” he politely greets, choosing to use the nickname Cerelle often kept reserved for her family only. She doesn’t comment on Aemond’s choice. 

“Hope you’re being nice to my girl,” she says, the words clipped.

“Of course,” Aemond comments and you can’t help but feel like you aren’t there. 

Cerelle glances back at you, a smile decorating her face once more. 

“Come on, pet! In the kitchen.”

Her blonde hair disappears in the door. Aemond walks down the remainder of the steps tossing his cigarette to the ground and stomping it beneath his heel. 

“Best run along,” he muses, not turning to face you, “She doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Annoyance prickles under your skin.

“She’s my friend—”

“You have got a very generous friend,” Aemond comments, turning to face you. He motions at your sweater. “Myrish, isn’t it?”

You cross your hands over your chest. 

“Mhmm,” Aemond hums glancing up at you from the bottom step, “I’d just be careful if I were you. Accepting gifts from rich strangers is a lot like Persephone eating the pomegranate seeds.” 

You scoff at the implication before turning away and heading back into the townhouse. Aemond does not follow; you don’t hear the door open as you hurry back up the stairs. 

The party has since moved completely to the kitchen, sans a couple making out on the living room couch. You enter the crowded space and crane your neck to see what everyone is cheering at.

It’s something happening on the marble island, but you don’t see what—that is until Cerelle sits up, her blonde curls cascading around her face, a lime between her pearly white teeth like a cat with a mouse. 

She smiles curling her finger, beckoning Aegon Targaryen forward. He leans against her, bringing his mouth to hers and stealing the lime. The juice flows down his chin before he lets it fall, pressing a sloppy kiss to Cerelle’s lips, earning several cheers. 

As she breaks away she notices you, eyes lighting up as she slips off the counter. 

“Good, you didn’t leave!” she says giggling, “It’s your turn.”

“My turn?” you ask, heart dropping into your stomach. 

“Mhmm,” she says, dragging you forward, “Up now!” 

“Cerelle, I don’t—”

“Hush! Qyle Martell is doing it,” she says biting her lip suggestively, “Let the sexy Dornishman take a shot off you, alright?”

Your cheeks darken as he appears before you, arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you onto the counter like a lamb for slaughter. The crowd cheers and your eyes widen as you meet Qyle’s warm brown eyes. 

“Your sweater,” he says, motioning to it with his hand that clutches a bottle of tequila. 

You glance at Cerelle and she nods encouragingly. Over her head and in the doorway you spot Aemond. He didn’t leave after all. Instead, he leans against the doorframe, observing the chaos with a curled lip, as if the entire thing is beneath him.

Qyle whistles, drawing your attention back to him. He motions to your sweater yet again.

“Oh,” you tell him, moving to unbutton it. 

Thank goodness you wore a tank top underneath. Your fingers slip with nerves as you struggle to unbutton it. You’re the center of attention, peers cheering and chanting around you as you struggle with the bottoms. 

Quite the sacrificial lamb you are. 

“Here, can I help?” Qyle asks, reaching toward you, his fingers bumping against your own. The bottle of tequila sloshes. 

“No—no I’ve got it—oh!”

You’d moved wrong, done something wrong—or perhaps someone pushed him you’re not sure. Your head is buzzing with the noise of the room and suddenly the front of your sweater is doused in tequila. Qyle’s eyes are wide as Cerelle pushes him to the side as the smell of alcohol fills your nose. 

The room quiets momentarily until Cerelle’s bell-like laugh pierces through the silence. 

“Qyle you idiot,” Cerelle sneers, nose wrinkling with playful distaste, “You’re supposed to wait till she’s laying down—”

“It was an accident!”

“—and her sweater!” Cerelle growls in annoyance, “Go upstairs, pet, my room. Pick anything you like.”

You slide off of the counter, hurrying from the room, leaving the sound of music and chanting behind as you move deeper into the labyrinth of the Lannister home. 

—

Cerelle’s room lacks color and warmth. 

You’d spent the night once here before, crawling into the white feather bed after too much mulled wine. Cerelle had stroked your hair until you’d fallen asleep, only to awake the next morning with a severe headache and a churning belly. 

Popping the rest of the buttons, you peel the soaked sweater from your body and throw it in the hamper. You then walk over to Cerelle’s closet—double doors—and open it. Expensive. Perfumed. You’ve already ruined one pretty thing. Though Cerelle could hardly care about the expense, you do. You sigh, gently pushing through the soft fabric.

“Playing dress up?” a voice calls, and you turn to Aemond at the door. 

You close the closet door. You’ll just have to survive in your thin top. Aemond holds a glass of whiskey between his long fingers.

“Well, I suppose that was a given,” you answer him, sitting down on the bed.

Aemond watches you from the doorway, his arm raised above his head, fingers tapping nonsensically against the frame. 

“D’you want to see how you’re supposed to do it?” he suddenly asks.

“Do what?” you question, tilting your head to the side. 

“What Qyle was going to do,” he answers, and you understand his meaning. 

Aemond walks over to you, the ice rattling against the glass he lazily grips between his fingers, coming to stand in front of your legs. You’re not sure why he’s asking, what interest he has in you. But something in your belly tightens the closer he gets.

“Alright,” you give him a quiet answer, the word barely slipping past your lips. 

Aemond purses his lips, glancing down at your legs. 

“Spread them,” he says softly, motioning with the cup. Warmth creeps up the back of your neck and blooms on the apples of your cheeks. You lock eyes with him, focusing on the ring of violet that surrounds his pupil. You do as you’re told, knees parting; his gaze hypnotizing. “Wider.” 

Your skirt tightens against your thighs as you do so, but you spread your legs wide enough for him to stand between them. He takes a step forward and you’re forced to look up at him.

“Lean back,” he instructs. You’re beginning to notice how easily he slips into the domineering role. Again you follow his instructions, cheeks burning as you lean back, propping yourself on your elbows. 

You’re much more exposed without your sweater, the tops of your breasts visible in the thin top you wear. Aemond steps closer, looming over you, heat radiating from his tall form.

He reaches out, fingers caressing your cheek. You hope he can’t feel how warm they’ve become, feel your pulse fluttering against his fingers as they trail underneath your jaw and down your neck until they reach your collarbone.

“You’re to put salt here,” he murmurs, pressing against the dip of your collarbone for emphasis, “That’s first.” He leans down then, fingers trailing over your shoulder and down your arm leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Though we’re without.”

You swallow as his fingers continue to trace your collarbone. His violet eye watches you carefully before he pulls his hand away. He brings them lower, ghosting down your ribs until they reach your waist.

“May I?” he asks, fingers at the hem of your shirt. You give him a wordless nod, not able to trust your voice. Aemond pushes the fabric up slightly, revealing your navel. He holds the glass above your stomach; a drop of condensation falls causing you to flinch at the cool sensation.

Aemond flicks a brow at the constriction of your abdomen, “You’re quite sensitive.”

“It’s cold.”

“Mhmm,” he agrees, turning the glass so more condensation falls; little raindrops begin to adorn your skin, “The liquor goes here.” His fingers ruin the pattern he’s created, rough fingertips swirling the dew drops around your navel, “Tequila.”

“We haven’t got any,” you breathlessly tell him, his touch leaving a scorched trail across your belly. 

Aemond brings his glass closer, pressing the edge against the beginning of your belly button, letting some whiskey pool there. Your hands clenched into fists as the cold liquid fills you up; you watch as it shakes slightly, overflowing. Aemond leans forward, catching the spill with his mouth causing a gasp that sounds more like a moan to leave your mouth. His mouth covers your navel and you can feel his tongue swirl around, collecting the liquid he poured there with hot, calculated strokes. 

His violet eye peers up at you from behind silver lashes, half-lidded as he hollows his cheeks sucking harshly. He reaches toward the side table, mouth never leaving you, to place his glass on the edge freeing his hand. You can feel his tongue circling your navel, gently probing the sensitive skin. You can’t help the giggle that escapes you at the ticklish sensation. Aemond presses his hands against your obliques before releasing you with a pop, his chin and lips shining. 

“That’s how it's supposed to be,” he murmurs, not moving from the spot between your legs. Some of his silver hair has fallen across his brow, and on instinct you reach forward, brushing it from his eyes. 

“There’s one more part,” you tell him, fingers grazing the beginning of the scar that mares his left brow before disappearing behind the patch.

“What’s that?” he asks, his gaze revealing he knows the answer. 

He just wants to hear you say it, you realize. 

Your lips part, fingers still somewhat tangled in his hair; the strands soft as silk between your fingers. 

“There was a lime,” you tell him, “The person….holds it in their mouth.”

Aemond pushes up then, his hands sliding up your sides until they’re pressed into the bed on either side of you, his face inches from your own. 

“Have you got a lime on you?” he asks, his breath warm on your face, the scent of whiskey strong between you.

“No,” you murmur, not knowing where to look. He’s so close you can see the flecks of blue and gold in the lilac iris of his eye, count his silver lashes, and notice the small indentation on the tip of his prominent nose.

He hums again, his eye dropping to your lips.

“Pity,” he says, lips down turning into a pout.

Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest with the way it's pounding incessantly against your ribcage. He’s so close your chests are practically touching; your nipples straining against the fabric of your top. His chain peeks out from under the collar of his shirt and your resolve crumbles. Your eyes flicker to his lips, tongue darting out to wet your own and he leans forward, capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

Your hands wrap around his neck as he kisses you; his lips so soft and firm against your own, skilled tongue parting them with ease to deepen the kiss. A moan doesn’t make it out of your throat as his hand cradles your jaw, the sound of soft kisses is the only thing you can hear besides the muffled hum of the music playing downstairs. 

Aemond pulls away then, the look is his eye ravenous as he lowers himself between your legs once more. For a minute you think he may grab his glass and do the party trick all over again, the kiss just a spur-of-the-moment thing. Instead, he pushes your skirt up, fingers digging into the flesh of your inner thighs. You realize a moment too late what he’s doing.

Riiiip!

“Aemond!” you squeak, as he rips the seam of your tights, “These were a new pair!”

“I can buy you another,” he says, pressing a kiss against the smooth newly exposed flesh, “Or perhaps CeCe can. You’re her favorite plaything, aren’t you?” 

Your cheeks burn at the statement, your mouth pressing together in a tight line. Aemond grins, nimble fingers undoing the zipper of your skirt and wiggling it down your legs along with your ruined tights.

“Oh she doesn’t like that,” he says, clicking his tongue, “But it’s true, isn’t it?” His hands are roaming higher now, grazing against your clothed center. You’re certain he feels the evidence of your arousal but he stays quiet about it. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? A pretty little plaything.”

“Fuck you,” you hiss, humiliation seeping into your veins, though it does little to quell the desire pooling in your belly. 

“No shame in that,” he says, shaking his head, “I understand Cerelle, entirely.” His fingers tug your panties down your bare legs, exposing your wet center. Aemond’s eye locks on it, lips quirking upward. “I like pretty things as well.”

“So I’ve heard,” you quip as Aemond’s second-hand joins the first. He swirls a finger low against your entrance and you clench as he drags it upwards.

“Have you?” he muses, circling your clit with minimal pressure, “And what have you heard?”

“That you’re as insatiable as your brother,” you manage to choke out as his thumb continues to tease your clit, “You just hide it better.” 

Aemond cocks his head to the side in silent agreement before pressing his face against you. A sharp cry leaves your lips as his tongue explores from your entrance up to your clit, the tip circling the sensitive button. 

Eyes rolling back in your head, Aemond nuzzles his face against you, tongue slipping down and pressing into your clenching hole. He hums in approval as you make another desperate noise as his tongue curves upwards inside of you. 

Seven hells, how is anyone’s tongue long enough to do what Aemond’s is doing? Your toes curl as his tongue hooks upwards against the front of your pelvic bone, thrusting against the sensitive patch of nerves that resides there.

“Oh gods—fuck—fuck!” you cry as he continues the repetitive movement of his tongue, waves of pleasure lapping up your spine, sending shivers through your whole body. “Hells Aemond…”

His nose presses against your slippery clit, rubbing against it in a way that stokes the pleasurable fire burning in your belly. His hands hold your thighs open and you throw your head back against the bed as the pressure inside you builds and builds and builds. Your back arches and your thighs tremble in his bruising grasp.

You lean up on your forearms to watch him, his violet eye intently watching your face, studying your reaction. You can tell he’s smug at the effect he’s having on you. He would often get that same look in his eye in class after he proved someone wrong or made a more intelligent point. How you must look to him now; all spread out before him, flushed and slack-jawed, dewy-eyed and pretty. 

You’re a pretty toy to play with. Just want he wanted. 

His tongue leaves your fluttering pussy and you whine at the loss of contact. He mumbles something that sounds an awful lot like needy before two fingers sink inside your warmth to replace what he took away. 

Aemond’s tongue returns to its place around your clit as his fingers curve upwards replaying the motion from before. The stimulation now is much harsher, the pads of his fingers dragging effortlessly against your spongy walls, curling with brutal intention; relentlessly pressing against the swelling spot inside of you. 

His warm, wet tongue against your clit only hastens the tightly winding ball of pleasure in your gut and you feel your walls swelling around his fingers as your release knocks the wind out of you. 

You come with a strangled cry, hands gripping the bed sheets as your abdominal muscles contract to the point of pain, all your muscles going taut as warm waves of euphoria rush through you. 

Aemond releases a choked chuckle of appreciation as he feels you tighten around his fingers. He fucks you through it, stretching out the wave of your orgasm until your legs are trembling and the overstimulation causes you to hiss at him.

“Stop, stop, please.”

“Alright…shhh,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your mound and gently pulling his fingers from your fluttering walls, “There you go, that’s a good girl. You did so well for me.”

You can’t help but warm at his praise, the ringing in your ears fading as your chest swells. Aemond is on you once more, lips pressed to yours the mingled taste of whiskey and you hot on his tongue. 

“Are you going to let me fuck you?” he murmurs between sticky kisses, “Hmm?”

“Aemond…” you breathe into his mouth, hoping that is enough for him.

You can feel him smirk against your lips and know instantly it's not. He tuts disapprovingly, pushing you back against the mattress, his face dipping into the crook of your neck.

“What would Floris say?” he teases, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your neck. Your hands wind around his neck, fingers digging into his scalp. His braid is all but ruined. “I thought you said something earlier,” he continues, nipping and sucking at different spots on your neck, humming with pleasure when he locates a spot that has your back arching. 

“I don’t—”

“Loyalty, I recall,” he purrs, his hand snaking down your side, gripping the meat of your thigh and hoisting it around his waist, “Something like that.”

“Aemond,” you whimper helplessly as he grinds against you, the feeling of his hard cock concealed by his trousers driving you close to madness, “Aemond please.”

“You’re going to have to say it,” he insists, kissing your cheek, “Come on, say it.”

“I want you to fuck me,” you tell him, “Please Aemond—gods.” 

“They can’t hear you,” he taunts, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, “You’re all mine.”

You frantically nod, nose bumping against his as his lips curl into a greedy smile. He removes his shirt with one hand before he rolls off of you and onto his back, motioning to you with his hands. 

“Go on then,” he says, “Take what you want.”

With shaky hands, you undo his belt above the sizable tent in his pants before dragging the zipper down and releasing his cock. He’s bigger than you expected, both in length and girth, the reddened tip already weeping in anticipation. You stroke his velvety shaft once before he grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him. 

His hands pull your shirt from your body as you straddle him, his cock nudging at your folds. Aemond’s hands slide up your back, undoing your bra and freeing your breasts. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, hands cupping the sizable mounds, “Gods, you’re so lovely.”

Your face burns at his praise as you raise your hips before gripping him in your hand and guiding him inside of you; gently letting yourself slide down his length, inner walls fluttering around him at the new sensation. Shuddering on top of him you whine at the stretch. “Gods—”

“You can take it,” he murmurs, squeezing you softly in encouragement, “Come on baby, that’s it, just like that.”

Slowly you let him bottom out in your warmth, happily seated on his cock feeling incredibly full. You brace your hands on his chest as he pinches both of your nipples, your jaw slacking in response. Aemond lifts his hips slightly, gauging your reaction as your eyes screw shut.

“That feel good?” he asks, his voice a rough whisper.

“Yes,” you breathe, slowly starting to ride him, hips lifting and returning to his with a soft smack. 

“There she goes,” he murmurs, hands dropping to your hips, squeezing, “Take what you need, gevie.”

A breathless moan escapes you as you ride him, his hands guiding you through the movements. The hum from the music downstairs matches the ringing in your ears. 

Aemond drops his hand from your waist bringing it to the apex of your thighs. His lips part as he watches you rise and fall on his cock, his length coated with your arousal. 

“That’s it,” he coos, his tone bordering on one of condensation, “Just like that—there’s a good girl.” His thumb brushes against your clit as he says it, a broken moan leaving your lips as pleasure ignites your veins. 

His movements are soft, tantalizing, and brutally calculated as he circles the sensitive button; his other hand clings to your waist, hard enough to bruise. Surely they’ll be memories of his touch when you wake; dark purple petals blossoming on your soft flesh at first light. He guides your movements as they become sloppier the closer you get to your release. 

It sends tingles up your spine, your chest and neck growing warmth as you edge closer to the precipice of pleasure.

No other man has made you finish before.

“Are you close?” Aemond murmurs, never stopping his attention to your clit, the subtle movement of his hips thrusting up into you, “I know you are—can feel you clenching around me.”

Your head falls back, mind foggy as you desperately grind against him, trying to ignore the burn in your hamstrings. Aemond’s hand leaves your hip crashing down against your ass with a loud smack. You yelp in surprise, head jerking forward, nails clawing into the hardened muscles of his chest. Aemond’s hand remains where he’d spanked you, fingers curling into the meat of your ass as he releases a breathless laugh; his eye flickers to where your nails dig against his pale flesh, leaving a trail of red behind as they scrape down his chest.

“Answer me,” he demands, and you quickly nod earning another stinging slap, “With your words gevie. Use those pretty lips.”

“Yes,” you practically gasp, “Yes, Aemond I’m close—”

“And you want to cum, don’t you?” he murmurs, lips curling into a smirk, “Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes, Aemond please—” the sentence dies with a moan as he plants both feet on the mattress, bucking his hips up against yours at an inhumane pace. Your eyes screw shut, mouth hanging open in ecstasy as all the muscles in your body tense followed by a sudden burst of euphoria pulsing through you. 

Aemond hums in satisfaction as you ride your high, blood rushing in your ears as you shake on top of him, clenching around his thick length. He’s careful to pull his thumb away from your sensitive clit as your eyes flutter open, eyebrows scrunched together at the overstimulation. But his compassion is short-lived as he hooks his arm around your waist, flipping you onto your back and slotting his body on top of yours. 

His cock is removed for merely a moment at the switch of positions before it’s stretching into your once more earning a sharp gasp. Aemond’s hand covers your mouth in an instant, his face buried in the crook of your neck once more. 

“Shhh,” he coos, placing a kiss under your ear, “Hear that?” he asks, thrusting gently into your warmth causing your eyes to roll back in your head. “Listen.”

His hips continue their gentle roll against yours, slowly stoking the pleasurable fire that is reigniting in your belly. Limbs still tingling from your previous orgasm, you blink rapidly trying to focus on what he’s asking. 

The music downstairs has died.

“Everyone’s going home,” he murmurs, through another kiss, “We’d best be quick. Would hate for lovely Cerelle to find her pet in such a position.”

Embarrassment burns your cheeks and he chuckles, keeping his hand over your mouth as he slings your leg over his shoulder, deepening the angle of his thrusts. The head of his cock bullies against your sweet spot almost lovingly as he drags his cock in and out.

“Keep quiet,” he murmurs, the sound of silence deafening with the lack of music, “Can you do that?” He’s rather cruel with his question, delivering a particularly harsh thrust as he asks, then clicking his tongue in disapproval at your muffled moan. “Thought not.”

So his hand remains as he plows into you, the sounds of your pleasure muffled but still desperate as you claw at his shoulders. 

“That’s it,” he encourages, “Cum for me again, just like that.” His pelvis grazes against your clit, the friction only aiding in his efforts of making you reach your release once more. His violet eye scans your face before he dips to your collarbone, nipping the sensitive flesh with his teeth and you cum with a desperate cry against his hand. 

“There you go,” he coos, the words breathy and broken his hips faltering as your walls clamp down around him, “Squeezing me so fucking tight—fuck.” He regains his pace with renewed enthusiasm as your walls continue to flutter around him. Aemond removes his hand from your mouth pressing it into the mattress beside your head. 

Nerves raw from the continued stimulation a tear rolls down your cheek as he chases his own release. Aemond leans forward, hot tongue darting out to catch the salty stream as he hums in satisfaction. 

“We’ll have more time next time,” he whispers the promise against your cheek, “I want to explore what other pretty noises you make.” His lips capture yours then, swallowing the whimper you release. 

“I’m very curious,” he murmurs against your lips, slinging your other leg over his shoulder, pushing your knees back beside your ears. “And I’m very thorough.” A silent scream leaves you as he slams back into you, toes curling as you cum again, vision going white with the force of it. 

Aemond’s hips meet yours a few more times and then you feel his cock pulsate inside of you before the warmth of his release fills you to the brim. You’ll need to make a trip to the pharmacy, but you’ll think about that later. He stays like that for a moment, buried to the hilt inside of you as you both try to regulate your breathing. 

Aemond lowers your legs gently from around his shoulders and brushes some sweat-soaked hair from your forehead. 

“Are you alright?” he asks, and you nod as he kisses you sweetly.

“Just fucked out,” you assure him, a pleasurable ache radiating down your thighs. Aemond hums, carefully pulling his softening cock from your warmth.

The emptiness takes your breath away as he stands. “Wait here,” he orders, walking towards Cerelle’s bathroom. He returns a moment later, washcloth in hand. You push yourself onto shaky forearms as he carefully cleans the mess between your thighs.

“Thank you,” you tell him, face burning from his attention.

“No need for thanks,” he insists, “It’s the bare minimum.”

“For you maybe.”

Aemond flicks a brow toward his hairline, his violet eye meeting yours. His expression is curious, but you sense he’s not going to push you to elaborate. You hold his gaze. 

Not tonight.

“Are you staying here?” he asks, standing when he’s done, handing you pieces of your clothes.

“I think I have to,” you answer, putting your skirt back on and glancing at the clock, “The last bus is long gone.”

Aemond frowns, reaching for his phone.

“I’ll have my driver take you,” he says, unlocking his screen.

“You don’t have to—”

“It’s no trouble,” he insists, placing the phone against his ear, “Cole. Ten minutes. Thank you.” He hangs up quickly leaving no time to argue.

“Thanks,” you mutter awkwardly while finishing dressing. You walk to Cerelle’s large mirror and attempt to fix your sex hair. Your eyes widen in horror as you tilt your head to the side, leaning closer to get a better look. 

“Aemond,” you hiss, fingers pressing against the three red marks sure to bruise, “I look like I’ve been mauled by a bear.”

Aemond walks up behind you dragging his fingers down the curve of your neck and over your collarbone. Goosebumps appear in their wake. Three more red marks lead a path down to the top of your right breast. Several sizable mouth-shaped love bites. 

Aemond rests his chin on your shoulder, meeting your eyes in the mirror.

“Think of them as a gift,” he tells you, the curve of his lips pressed against the skin of your neck.

His hand curves around your waist, the other slinking up to turn your face towards him. He hums appreciatively, kissing your lips, then your cheek. Down your neck to your shoulder. You glance in the mirror once more, catching his eye. 

There’s something new there. Almost possessive. 

His grip on your waist tightens and he presses his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

Outside, snow begins to fall.

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[froot-batty]

Grabs you in a chokehold, I need to know about your Jack Ryder/Creeper… funny news reporter goes apeshit… I yearn for creeper content…….

EEP !!

i've already talked about their backstory here, so i'll do you one better. now's as good a time as any to post their full ref >:]

and some fun facts under the cut!

-jack is bisexual and non-binary <3 creeper is whatever it feels like in the moment

-they're not like, full rogues. they kind of just do whatever they feel like on a given day. sometimes creeper likes helping bats out and mauling bad guys sometimes it needs to demolish a series of government buildings. it just fucks around and has fun. jack would prefer to take a nap

-jack doesn't really have any need to eat because of the whole. being dead thing. creep however LOVES eating and will either force jack to or when it's behind the wheel just start taking bites out of cars and shit. menace

-jack has very prominent veins around their hands and eyes and lividity in general. again because walking corpse

-they both cant really die. jack is alive for however long creeps likes being in their body, and you can crush stab bludgeon explode that guy and theyll just reform good as new. jack is all of the gotham rogues number 1 punching bag for this reason. they operate on looney tunes logic

-creeper is like a big kitty cat. kind of covered in hair/fur but its kind of wiry and generally unpleasant to touch? besides the mane & tail those are soft. also it purrs

-their relationship with the other rogues is. fine. besides having fun beating them up they kinda leave them alone cause creeper is too much of a freak for most of them. HOWEVER. creeper and harley are MEGA BESTIES OF ALL TIME. creeps is kind of clingy and weird and not great with boundaries but so is she so its a match made in heaven baby (joker beats creeps up harder for this)

#im not 100% on creeps colors but it was nice to FINALLY GET IT DONE #anyway my babygirls of all time im glad someone else is insane about them also <3 #frootverse #jack ryder #the creeper #batman #rogues gallery #my art #rogue design

[scribbling-dragon]

prompt for the flaming hot au: a kinda prequel from tango's pov, maybe the first time jimmy arrested him? and/or some interactions with the deputy/other people in town that have know tango for a while?

first encounters

Summary:

Honestly, he thinks this might have been the easiest thing he’s ever done.

He’s not sure who set up an undefended creeper farm outside of the town limits, but whoever it is is an idiot, and they're about to pay for their mistake. The creepers don't even hiss at him as he enters the enclosure, leaving Revenge just beyond the fence and vaulting over it, walking among the creepers.

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a few people asked for this! so this one was the first i did (and there are more to follow), as always, reblogs help more than likes!

Honestly, he thinks this might have been the easiest thing he’s ever done.

He’s not sure who set up an undefended creeper farm outside of the town limits, but whoever it is is an idiot, and they're about to pay for their mistake. The creepers don't even hiss at him as he enters the enclosure, leaving Revenge just beyond the fence and vaulting over it, walking among the creepers.

There’s gunpowder in thick piles over the floor, and he’s quick to gather it, scoping it into his hands and dumping it into a bag. Now one’s collected the gunpowder recently, either, meaning they're paying for that mistake too. All the better for him, though.

He brushes past one of the creepers, freezing as he turns to face it, prepared to dive out of the way if it explodes on him. It doesn't, simply shaking out its fur and continuing on its way, ignoring him entirely.

He stares after it, watching as it continues to amble around, apparently completely unbothered by him wandering around in their midst. Whoever’s keeping these creepers is either a colossal idiot, or they simply don't care enough to protect these apparently docile creepers.

He begins to back towards the fence, habit making him keep an eye on the creepers as he retreats, two heavy bags of gunpowder beginning to weigh him down. It’s enough to keep him going for several months, if he sells it in small quantities and pushes the price up.

His back hits the fence, and he places a hand on it, preparing to haul himself over.

He doesn't have to, in the end, because a hand fists in the back of his shirt, hauling him over like a scruffed cat. He squeaks, flailing in the grip, managing to land a kick into someone else’s ribs.

They grunt, but don't release him as he hoped they would, instead swinging him around to face them. He stares at them, and they stare back, possibly one of the most attractive people he’s laid eyes on.

The man stares at him, cow ears pulled back in annoyance and horns glinting in the sun. He has chains of gold on his ear, connecting what looks like cow tags. His eyes are something else entirely, a deep brown that storms currently, anger taking over it and darkening it as he glares at him.

“What do you think you're doing?” His voice is even better, and he shrinks back, unsure of what to do, remaining silent as he stares at this honestly overwhelmingly attractive man. He frowns when he doesn't say anything, ears flicking in annoyance and brows furrowing. “You trying to steal something?”

“I'm doing a little more than trying.” Slips out before he can even think otherwise, though he grins afterwards, a slow grin as he looks this mysterious stranger up and down, relishing a little in the faint blush it causes to rise on his cheeks. He looks quite pretty like that.

“I can arrest you for that, y’know.” The man continues to hold him with just one hand, and god how strong is he, reaching to grab a pair of handcuffs off his hip, rattling them threateningly.

“Don't threaten me with a good time.” He purrs, leaning closer to this man, pressing himself up against him even as the stranger does his best to hold him at arm’s length. He grins again, when the stranger pushes him back against the fence, watching as he unhooks the cuffs and seems to consider whether he actually wants to do it, face going through all five stages of grief in a few short moments.

He does, in the end, clicking them around his wrists and pulling him forward again, away from the fence. He stumbles, dragging the mysterious stranger back with him, forcing the man to haul him back upright, a steadying hand remaining on his upper arm.

He has hooves, he notices, sending up small little puffs of dust into the air. He presses a little closer to the man, tail flicking back and forth as he stares up at him. “Do I have a name for the person arresting me?” He asks, watching as the stranger looks at him from the corner of his eye.

“I'm the Sheriff.”

“The Sheriff,” he repeats, rolling it over his tongue. The Sheriff pulls a face at that, yanking him along a little harsher, and he stumbles again, but manages to remain upright without any assistance, following along beside the Sheriff.

He’s being led back towards the dip in the earth, where some insane people have decided to build a town. He’s rather certain there’s a shop with tnt outside of it, which has somehow managed to survive so far without being blown up. He’s not entirely sure how.

He sweeps his tail beneath the Sheriff’s feet, causing him to stumble, turning on him with a glare. “Did you need something?”

“Just you,” he says, stepping closer to the Sheriff, tilting his head backwards slightly. The Sheriff’s eyes widen a little, and he stares down at him, eyes flicking over the whole of his face. He grins, pressing a little closer, bringing both his hands up the Sheriff’s face, tracing a hand along the edge of his jaw.

He doesn't stop him, surprisingly, stiffening slightly before relaxing again, eyes dipping downwards. He’s pretty sure the Sheriff’s staring at his lips, and he grins a little wider, feeling his teeth poke into his lips as he stares up at him.

He pulls his wrists apart a second later, the Sheriff’s hand no longer on the cuffs but clasped loosely around his wrist instead. Metal drips from between the cuffs, molten and bleeding off of his wrists as he takes a step back, bowing to the Sheriff as the man gapes after him, frozen completely still.

“It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Sheriff.” He straightens up again, tail flicking over the sand behind him, as he meets the Sheriff’s eyes, staring at this person that he’s determined to see again. “Though, maybe keep an eye on who you cuff next time.”

He doesn't wait for a response, sprinting back towards Revenge and leaping on, spurring him into action seconds later, pushing him across the cracked earth of the mesa. And it may just be his ears playing tricks on him, but no protest comes.

When he glances back, the Sheriff is watching him, stood frozen in the same place he had left him.

He turns back, urging Revenge on a little faster and trying not to think of the Sheriff too hard. (He fails, the man invades his thoughts anyway.)

#juno.writes #tango tek #jimmy solidarity #empires smp #solidaritek #dlshipping #trafficshipping #empires smp fic #team rancher #ranch duo #red bandit au #tangotek #solidaritygaming #solidarity gaming #empires smp s2 #empires smp season 2

[fizzyswirl]

ok I really want to talk about more of my Tazercraft headcannons more and I.have so many ideas for fanfics but I am not a writer. And plus its all very complicated to form words. But here's some scenarios that I have (this may also inspire some people if anyone needs some ideas)

As I've mentioned, Pac in my headcannon is a siren. I feel like Pac would every once a while turn into his form and just go for a swim, sometimes Mike and Richas comes along. But ever since he showed Fit he's a siren, Fit and Ramon also comes along and Pac and Fit even gets more romantic (I don't know how to explain but Pac would wrap his tail around Fit and they would hold each other basicslly) basically they would enjoying each others company while Ramon and Richas are smirking when they notice.

2. I don't remember if I explained how Pac can get his tail, it's by contact of water. Because quesadilla island rarely rains, Pac has a easier time hiding his form at the time he hid it. Tho it's sometimes harder to hide it whennit does rain, Mike helps him as much as possible but when rain falls everywhere it's not easy. So the only way to change back is by drying. Pac at times accidently touched water and Mike had to help Pac. Ever since Richas learned about his form, he will try to see it more, even by spraying Pac with his water gun (cellbit had to hide it after a couple times)

3. Mike is a creeper hybrid and creeper hybrids in my headcannon is known to be connected to plants despite how hostil they can seem. Mike has a lot of plants in his room, even Pac has a few in his whenever Mike and Pac shares a bed anytime they need comfort. But Mike feels comforted when plants are around, and he feels calm. When he was trapped in the ice prision the morning crew found him in, he wasn't concious mentally as he hasn't been around plants and warmer temperatures.

4.Mike will hibernate when winter comes, though he can stay awake and go on, he feels more sleep and is more sensative to the cold. Pac and Richas will visit Mike in his room and check on him.

5. Mike may not be able to be around cats despite knowing they aren't scary, his inatincts say otherwise. But he can purr like one. Whenever Pac can't sleep, they will sleep in the same bed and Mike will purr to help his platonic soulmate fall asleep. They know each other since they've been in the orphanage, they understand each other and gone through a lot. Mike will be there for Pac and despite them trying to live their own lives. Especially now that Pac is dating Fit, they still will stay over at each others homes and will hang out. Especially when Pac and Mike needs each others comfort.

6. Creeper hybrids don't explode like creepers can, but they have can be very heated when upset. Mike has shown signs of being upset, especially when Pac was taking, smoke came out of Mikes mouth. Growls of anger was heard, and if he could explode he would if it means he could teach everyone who messed with him and his family a lesson. Mike is as string as a çreeper and despite not being a fighter like Etoiles and Bad, he still is tough.

7. Pac and Mike are platonic soulmates that stuck together ever since they were young, they have been through a lot and they have gained the ability to mindlink, mindlinking is a rare ability for people who has a very strong bond to be able to communicate in each others mind. It can be different to person to person. But Pac and Mike will communicate even when they aren't nearby, though during when they lost each other, they both couldn't communicate and when they tried the emotions gotten too strong. When one of them cries the other cries as well.

But tazercraft has a bond that no duo has ever had. Even the closest of friends didn't have a bond that these two have. They will love and bully each other especially when Mike is helping Pac for his first offical date with Fit.

I hope u guys enjoyed some details about my headcannons with tazercraft. I am still new to sharing my headcannons but I feel like tazercraft isn't talked about as much as other duos. I may do some Bad headcannons next as if u guys would like to see them.

#Qsmp #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp headcanons

[spyroforlife]

Even though Minecraft creepers are terrified of cats, I actually headcanon creepers (and creeper hybrid players) are very similar to cats themselves. some thoughts include

-Creepers can purr and hiss and YES the purrs are linked to healing

-Their young are called kittens and they are VERY small

-Parents will groom their kittens with their tongues, as well as carry them in their mouths by the scruff (though with normal mob creepers, it’s not like they have many other options when it comes to carrying them)

-Good sense of smell, useful for identifying family members but they can also use their sense of smell to determine what species a mob or hybrid is

-They like being petted but if you touch their stomach they’ll probably bite you. Scritches under the chin or at the base of the tail (they have tails sometimes) are VERY good

-Retractable claws

Also the reason creepers ARE scared of cats is because ocelots will kill and eat creeper kittens if they find them, and that instinctive fear persists in a creeper even into adulthood

Unlike cats, creepers are fine with water

those are my creeper thoughts enjoy

#minecraft #mineblr #creepers

[elbowreveal]

thoughts on best and worst minecraft mob

ok since i am full of love. i am going to pick Several of the bests.

BEST MC MOBS:

cat- THEIR CUTE LITTLE NOISES ?? TEY FOLOOW U AROUND AND LOOK AT U? BRING U THINGS?? PURR ANS SLEEP WITH U?? IMPERVIOUS TO FALL DAMAGE??? i have literally sat AFK in a room full of mc cats for HOURS to just chill with them (my irl cats usually gravitate towards the meowing also). 12/10 mob experience

shulker- (shulker noises) WHAT ANGRY LITTLE FUCKED UP CLAMS!!! LOVE THAT FOR THEM

Villagers- these mobs are very practical and can be very amusing :) i enjoy keeping enough of them to lag myself to ashes

endermite- this is probably my favorite hostile mob. theyre INCREDIBLY funny to me. theyre like a small angry dog. really, who do they think they are? a lil Guy? a small tiny Man? who hisses and bites and does nothing? i am ENAMOURED. i spawn these for entertainment purposes when i have spare pearls.

creeper- these utterly strange creatures are so impressive because of how far into lategame they can strike pure terror into a player's heart. i commend them for this ability!

piglins- theyre just SO maddeningly interesting! what tragic implications of these sweet, floppy-eared guys! adore them!

wither skeletons- haha tall (points and laughs). they are also really cool!

ok now for the worst mob!!

ok i am still indecisive turns out. so! husks, witches, phantoms, and cave spiders fuckign suck. i must not be a fan of poison damage. also endermen can be annoying and zoglins make me so sad :( [i just want a bigole pet piggy not some sort of tormented creature D:]

(honorary mention for chickens bc i think theyre funny to kill.)

#i would tag this as loveposting but im full of hatred too it seems /lh #ask game #ask #anon #reply

[shadowqueen402]

Heyo! Have any headcannons for the Negabosses?

I do! Here they are!

Barktholomew: Despite being a Nega boss, Barktholomew has one trait that all members of the dog family have; a great sense of smell. He can literally smell a Visitor's scent up to 70 miles away. The only time that Lance would want Barktholomew to use his sense of smell would be if a Visitor were to try and escape.

Anjellica: Not only is she a great swimmer, but Anjellica can actually breather underwater. She can also control water which is why you see her summoning down water pillars in her boss fight. When it comes to her water-controlling ability, whatever she does with it will depend on her mood. For example, if she's angered, she'll make the water boil in really hot temperatures.

Wormsworth: Like an actual spider, Wormsworth will use her webs to trap those that are deemed as Lance's enemies. Since she has an ear-splitting shriek, she could also use it to get Lance's attention and let him know if a Visitor is trying to attack. Like some spiders, Wormsworth is nocturnal, meaning that she's more active at night and will spend the entire day sleeping.

Worville Wright: He can fly surprisingly a lot faster than what is shown in the game. His speed can go up to between 460–575 mph which is the same speed as an actual plane. The higher Worville Wright is in the air, the faster he'll go. While he may love windy days, if the day is too windy for him, Worville Wright will refuse to fly.

Cuckoo: Cuckoo can mimick all kinds of bird sounds. But she rarely does so unless she's in the mood to. Also, Cuckoo is crepuscular, meaning that she's active at dawn and dusk. Like a bird, Cuckoo can see everything when she's up into the air. But she flies far because she is actually far-sighted.

Purrla: Like a cat, Purrla can purr if she's either feeling happy and content or if Lance decides to gently scratch her from behind the ears. She can also make different sounds that house cats make, depending on how they feel. However, unlike cats, Purrla does not have claws at all.

Fortstopher IV: He loves games of all kind, including chess. However, he would only play games if he's in the mood to do so. Which rarely ever happens. Despite being rather ruthless, Fortstopher IV is a really good listener. Anything that Lance vents out to him, he will listen carefully without saying anything.

Grim Creeper: His ice abilities allow him to tolerate extremely cold weather. However, Grim Creeper absolutely despises warm weather of any kind, preferring winter. He can also summon snow, but he instead chooses to use ice as it's more effective to attack the player.

Princess Marey: There's no doubt that Princess Marey smells like cotton candy. She also loves cotton candy of all flavors. Princess Marey, in her spare time, will listen to carnival music. It helps improve her mood.

Inkabelle: I personally like to view Inkabelle as not only mean, but also really vain. She has a huge fondness for things that are physically attractive and refuses to want anything to do with anything that's 'ugly'. She also takes really good care on her physical appearance.

The Hydrac: Unlike Eis, Hydrac actually loves fires. His fire abilities prevent him from getting burnt. He also loves really hot weather and thoroughly despises the cold. Which is why he and Grim Creeper clash with each other. Lance has to stop each fight that the two have.

Hooverton: Like Bruce, Hooverton prefers his arena to be clean AND to stay clean. This means that any Visitors that come to his arena cannot bring any drinks or snacks with them. If a Visitor dares litter his arena, Hooverton would go into a rage and roar at the Visitor. Despite this, Hooverton remains fairly chill when not fighting.

#balan wonderworld #headcanon #nega boss

[daandyli0n]

okay, so here’s a c!sam hc for y’all:

creepers are, in my way of imagining them, basically large cryptid plant dogs/wolves. they are large because full grown ones can effectively look Players in the eyes (or come very close to it; some are even Taller than Players!)

c!sam, as i imagine him, is an anthropomorphic creeper.

so, basically, c!sam is a Very Weird Anthropomorphic Dog

despite this, he still purrs like a cat (look, if creepers can hiss, then they can also purr-)

also, cause this realization has just not left my brain, this would make c!dream’s comment to him in prison about getting him his “kibble” just that much more... Interesting, to say the least.

oh yeah, c!sam also has Toe Beans

that is all for now

#dsmp headcanons #c!sam #i dunno why #but sometimes when i see people's designs for creepers that are fluffy #all i can think of is 'Oh!! Doggy!! Green Weird-Shaped Doggy!!!' #so the way i like to imagine creepers is that they're basically Big Weird Dogs #and of course i imagine c!sam as an anthropomorphic creeper #so in conclusion c!sam is basically A Big Weird Dog #he just gives those vibes to me

[loddyyy]

Tell me about the creepers!

Thank you! Oh my god, so in source players didnt like them, obviously. But I was recognized as a mob, so they never hurt me which means I actually got to be around them.

Creepers have toe beans! They're like a dark green ranging to black, and they are super squishy. Much like a cat's toe beans.

Creepers are fluffy!!! They are so fluffy and so soft. I loved cuddling with them, they were so precious!

They purr! They only hiss when in danger. Their purring isnt super loud, but it does vibrate them a lot. Imagine laying with an engine thats not vv loud. You shake a lot.

They're playful! They love being pet and playing.

#-lemon #did alters #creepers #broadcasts answer hour

[grey-glass-panel]

Do you all ever feel like the quietness in the world is more of a blessing then a curse?

The world might be lonely, but only if you let it be lonely.

No zombie noises, no spiders hissing, no creepers hissing.

It might be empty, but you can fill it with the soft moos of cows, the gentle baa of sheep, the happy oinks and clucks of pigs and chickens.

The gentle sounds of water, the little fish swimming about.

The little noises bats make in caves, and the calming sound of villagers going about their days in the villages.

Golems making their way through the world and exploring.

The sounds of friends or family laughing

The gentle purr of a cat or the happy bark of a canine

The softness there is in the comfort of a blanket.

The world is yours to form, both in game and out of the game.

Make your choices wisely.

#minecraft #muse rambles

[arsonist-cinn]

#fluffy creeper.... #pet the creeper #creeper purrs like cat #my art #minecraft #mineblr #minecraft creeper #cinn art

[sergeantnex]

Blazeborn!Sapnap x Hybrid!Reader: Burning Love (Smut)

. : . : .Third POV. : . : .

Ever wonder what it's like being able to touch fire or lava and not get burned by either? Or maybe what it is like to swim through lava and never get hurt? (Y/n) always seemed to silently ask these questions. As much as she wanted to, she knew she couldn't. She was never taught how to make potions, so making Fire Resistance was out of the question. She just felt drawn to fire and lava. The warmth more than welcome due to her having a cold intolerance, meaning she got cold quickly. Growing tired of the elders of the village telling her how she was supposed to live, she left.

In the dead of night with her most favorite belongings and her beautiful black stallion. She left heading far away from being told who she had to be or was meant to be. (Y/n) had done her best for the village, scaring away creepers and killing mobs. She was tired of it though, it was the same thing everyday. While traveling she had heard stories of these obsidian portals that could take you to a place called the Nether. It was said to be hot, filled with horrible mobs and tons of lava.

Who was she to ignore these stories? She kept her eyes peeled for a portal for days on end. The feline hybrid was beginning to lose faith in the portals until she stumbled across one. The purple swirls and purple particles were beautiful beyond belief. It drew her in making her yowl with excitement. Leaping off her horse and sprinting to the portal, her (f/c) tail swishing behind her.

Grinning brightly she stepped in to the portal, her body quickly swaying with the teleport. Her mind felt foggy and she felt sick to her stomach. Once her mind cleared she gasped at the sight of lava waterfalls and the vastness of the lava oceans. The warmth was incredibly welcoming, making her purr happily. Grinning she pulled out her pickaxe and began mining away the netherrack, opening the surrounding area to build her new home. (Y/n) remembered some of the things she was told about the Nether while traveling for a portal.

It took quite a while since she had a smelt all of the netherrack she had to make nether bricks. Those bricks would be used to make nether brick walls but the smelting was taking forever. She leaned against the warm netherrack behind her letting herself relax with a purr. Much to her displeasure the sound of footsteps approaching made her ears twitch.

"Oh! Uh hey there." A males voice came making (Y/n) look up at him. Standing up she moved to hold her hand out to him, a soft smile.

"Hello I'm (Y/n)." She introduced making the male smile. He gently took her hand to shake making a mental note of her ears and tail. The first thing (Y/n) noted was the blissful warmth his body gave off.

"You must be a cat hybrid, right?" He asked slightly leaning to look at her (short fur/fluffy) (f/c) tail. Her fur looked absolutely silky smooth and it made him want to pet her, as odd as it sounded.

"That's correct, are you a hybrid too??" She asked with a giggled letting her (short fur/fluffy) tail touch his hand.

"Oh! Right sorry, I'm Sapnap and I'm a blaze hybrid." Sapnap laughed lightly scratching the back of his neck. She just smiled and giggled at his awkwardness. Checking on the smelting netherrack, she offered for him to hang around while she worked.

"If you don't mind me asking, what made you want to live here?" Sapnap asked sitting on the ground watching as she began to build her home. If he were honest just the base design she started looked great.

"Well I'm not a huge fan of the cold or water, unless I am drinking it. I'd rather live somewhere warm." (Y/n) replied offering a sheepish smile while finishing her base build. Sapnap chuckled and began to explain that he too didn't like water. Because he was blaze born that meant fire and lava didn't hurt him in the slightest. Now water, that hurts him and the best way he knew to describe it was it felt how being burned was described.

(Y/n)'s beautiful (short fur/fluffy) (f/c) ears flick back as she apologized. Sapnap just smiled as he offered to help her gather whatever she would need to truely make her home, her own. (Y/n) gave a cheeky smile and agreed hoping she had made a new friend. The two moved to head back for the overworld, the sky clear and sunny. Her horse was simply grazing, waiting for it's owner to return. (Y/n) gave a cute squeaky meow at the sight of her horse, binding towards it.

Sapnap melted at the sound and felt his cheek flush at how much he was already falling for her. He couldn't help it, the way her (h/l) (h/c) framed her face. Her beautiful (e/c) eyes shining with excitement. And the way her adorable (short fur/fluffy) (f/c) ears twitched with every sound. Even the way her (short fur/fluffy) (f/c) tail swayed.

As he helped her gather wood, Sapnap began to explain the different things she would face in the Nether. He made sure to cover the important details on each mob there. Warning her specifically about the piglins, telling her to never mine gold with them around and to at least wear one piece of gold. Curiously (Y/n) tilted her head at him the adorable confusion making Sapnap's heart melt.

"If you are wearing gold they view you as an equal, because they hold gold on a high pedestal." He explained now smiling softly at her. She made a silent 'oh' turning to return to her work, she stopped and sniffed the air. Quickly she grabbed Sapnap's hand, pulling him towards a large mushroom tree.

Just when Sap opened his mouth to question her, the soft patter of rain cut him off. They would be caught there until the rain stopped. Shifting she sat down against the base, gently pulling her legs up to her chest. Sapnap sat beside her letting his body heat wash over her wave after wave. With the patter of the rain a light purr began filling the quietness surrounding them.

Sap felt himself relax back against the base of the mushroom tree, enjoying to soft vibrations traveling from her to him.

The sound of the storm and Sapnaps' warmth was quickly making (Y/n) tired. Unable to resist the lure of sleep, she nuzzled her head against his shoulder swiftly falling asleep.

. : . : .Sapnap's POV. : . : .

My deep brown eyes widen with shock when (Y/n) nuzzled her head in to my shoulder. Tilting my head to look at her I quickly noticed she was falling asleep. I smiled softly looping my arm around her back holding her frame closer. The storm and all of our work must've made her tired, not that I could blame her one bit. (Y/n)'s soft purring was more soothing than I had thought it would be. The gently vibrations traveling from her body to my own.

Feeling tense when a creeper moves a bit to close but it quickly flees when it sees (Y/n)'s feline ears and tail. Sighing I made a small mental note to carry her home once the rain stops. I spent hours sitting with her on edge worried we would both be attacked, thankfully we weren't. The rain finally stopped a few hours before dawn giving me the perfect time to race us both back.

Being used to the portal effects from traveling, I had no problem moving towards her house. I knew the effects still got to her by the way her claws dug into the shirt. I offered a small smile when she peaked her (e/c) eyes up at me. I eased her in her bed lightly covering her before moving to leave her. That is until claws caught the back of my shirt.

"Stay." Her voice was soft. Her body shifted back making room for me to lay with her. I couldn't help the smile and softly laugh before I eased myself beside her. I could feel it, we would become good friends I just knew it. Gently holding her body close to my own I let my body relax as I fell asleep with her.

. : . : .Third POV. : . : .

The days turned in to weeks and the weeks turn in to months. Sapnap and (Y/n) were nearly inseparable traveling through the Nether together. Sap helped her draw out a map where everything is so that if she were to travel without him, she knew where to go. It was early and she was exhausted, having tossed and turned most of the night due to her heat coming in a about a week.

Yawning out as she stretched, she suddenly jumped and gave a surprised squeak when a familiar heavy knock came. Getting up (Y/n) opened the door to see Sapnap wearing light armor. She smiled brightly and pulled him in to a hug. Nuzzling her head in to his neck, she gave a happy purr letting her (short fur/long fur) (f/c) tail swished from side to side.

"Hey there Kitten~" Sapnap said with a chuckle wrapping his arms around her hips. He took a moment to bask in the sound of her purr and the comfort she offered.

"What has you stopping by so early?" (Y/n) questioned still holding on to him.

"A few friends of mine stopped by and asked me to join them for a short adventure. So I was going to drop off some extra food for you before I left." Sap explained pulling his bag from around his shoulders, gently pulling her to her kitchen. Nodding she moves with him enjoying the warmth from him as he pulled food for her. Various meats like Salmon, Cod, Chicken, and Pork. Her favorites, she didn't even need to tell him.

Sapnap explained the the Piglins were acting more hostile since their ruts had hit and she should stay away from them. Sapnap knew a little about when her heat may hit but he wasn't exactly sure. He even hinted at wanting to help her through them if she were comfortable with it of course. Following him back to the door, her (f/c) ears fell back as she said her goodbyes.

"Don't worry Kitten, I'll always come back to you." Sapnap said with a smile as he gently rubbed her ear as a sign of affection. Nodding (Y/n) nuzzles him one last time before letting him go. Before long the minutes bled in to hours and the hours turned in to days. Two days to be exact, two days since Sapnap left to go with his friends.

(Y/n) left every so often to mine and clear out some things but also looking for Ancient Debris for Sap to get. He had more use of Netherite than she did, though that didn't stop Sapnap from making her some armor. Sighing she grabbed her gold ingots and began to make her way towards the piglins.

She was thankful for Sapnap's unique path otherwise she felt she would've been lost. Smiling to herself as she finally made it to their Bastion. Pulling out her gold ingots with hope that they'll have what she's after, she made her way closer. (Y/n) had completely forgotten Sapnap's warning.

Seeing a few she offered trades which they accepted and gave her items in return. The trading process was always time consuming but usually ended up being worth it. Had (Y/n) been home she would've noticed Sapnap's return. Her home was the first place he went, when she never came to the door he let himself in. He began to panick when he noticed she wasn't there he knew her heat was a week off, but she should've been there.

Sapnap took a moment to scan through her items to look for any signs of where she would've gone. Seeing the shortage of certain items gave him a perfect idea where she wondered off to. Cursing himself for not coming earlier, he turned and sprinted out her door. Nearly slamming into Dream and George in the process. The two had never seen Sapnap so insistent before, their friends eyes already being shifting to a luminescent yellow.

Looking at each other for a moment Dream and George raced after Sapnap, both excited to see what had their friend so panicked. As things would have it her body seemed to hate her for all that she was worth. Her lower back felt tense and her bones began to ache slightly. Barely suppressing a groan from the sudden tension, her eyes grew wide.

'No there is no way my heat came this early. Oh no, what if the piglins smell the change in my scent?!' (Y/n)'s mind raced with worry as her ears drooped back. Her fears were correct, the piglins did indeed smell the change in her scent. A few males were drawn in by her alluring scent while others were turning aggressive.

Those that were getting angry turned towards her to attack causing her to stumble back. A searing hot hand pulled her backwards even further as a body stepped in the way. There in front of her was Sapnap almost burning with rage glaring at the piglins. Dream and George weren't far behind when they caught the scene begin to unfold. Sapnap's finger tips were beginning to turn black, the skin along his forehead began to look charred. His eyes were completely yellow glowing brightly, and smoke was starting to rise in the air.

His friends had seen him take the appearance before, and they had seen the damage Sapnap could do if he was angry enough. One of the piglins stepped to close for his liking and quickly screamed in pain from Sapnap burning him with a single touch. Dream and George shared a look before stepping forward to give Sapnap a way to get you back home.

"We can handle them, just get your girl back home Sap." Dream said his voice carrying a stern tone, though Sapnap could hear the concern. Nodding he carefully nudged you to follow, hoping to not burn you if he touched you. The walk back was quiet, quiet enough the two heard every sound surrounding them. (Y/n)'s (f/c) ears were flat against her head and her (short fur/fluffy) tail was wrapped around her leg.

She felt the urge to apologize because he had told her to stay home. She didn't listen, now his friends were having to clean up her mess. By the time they returned to her home Sap had cooled off enough to feel comfortable touching (Y/n).

. : . : .Sapnap's POV. : . : .

Gently I pressed my hand on her lower back to lead her inside her house. Turning I closed the door softly before turning around to look her over for wounds or any signs of being handled roughly. As much as I wanted to get on to her for leaving, the look (Y/n) had was enough for me to know she felt bad enough. Deciding against scolding her I took my time checking her over.

A knock drew my attention away from her arms, I turned just in time to see Dream and George enter. They didn't look hurt, instead they look amused. Shaking my head I turned back to her form and finished looking her arms over. I gently released her once I was sure she was unharmed and safe. I pulled her in for a hug letting her melt in to me.

"They cooled down once you got her away only a few tried to follow. And lets just say they didn't make it far." Dream explained making George laugh. I chuckled and shook my head.

"As long as you guys didn't kill all of them it should be fine." I said with a laugh turning my head to looked back at them a bit.

"Dream went a bit to far with the brute that was trying to follow." George said lightly pushing Dream towards the door. They didn't stay long after asking if we were okay, once I told them she was okay they were gone. The moment we were alone (Y/n) tucked her head under my own.

Sighing slightly I tilted my head up a bit so she could hide her face a bit more. I let my arms wrap around her waist softly letting her feel that I was there. Her hand took ahold of the sides of my shirt and gripped them as she let herself relax. I stayed there holding her letting her relax, letting her grip my shirt, until she pulled back to peak at me.

"I'm not sure what you were thinking going to the piglins to trade with your heat was so close. They took your scent as a threat and were ready to kill you. You not only didn't have armor but you didn't even have weapons." I said lightly scolding her for being out there without any armor or any weapons.

"It started early.." (Y/n) whispered tucking her head back under my jaw. Freezing I took a moment to let her to try to relax again. I softly took in the change of her scent, it was sweeter and more alluring.

"Did you um.. did you want my help this time?" I asked lightly rubbing her back because the last thing I wanted was her to feel anxious or uncomfortable. (Y/n) nuzzled against me as soft purr could be heard in the quiet of her house.

"Please?" (Y/n) questioned slightly lifting her head to look at me. Nodding I gently kissed her forehead, letting her shift herself around in my arms. (Y/n) leaned in nipping at the side of my neck and pressing kisses to them after. Her claws gently scratched at my sides slightly tugging me closer.

Her soft purr mixed with her soft whine made me groan at just the thought of what other sounds she could make. I gently pressed my thigh between her legs letting her grind herself against me. (Y/n) gave a mewl as her hips began grinding quicker, her tail swishing with excitement. Softly moaning at the sight of her using my thigh was pure bliss.

"There you go kitten, get yourself off on my thigh just like that~" I encouraged letting my hands rest on her hips softly guiding her hips forward and back. (Y/n) gave a moan tilting her head back while her hands came to rest on my shoulders. Her claws lightly digging in to my skin as a shiver ran through her body.

"S-sir~ I'm close~!" (Y/n) mewled her hips grinding faster. Smirking I leaned forward gently nipping her (f/c) ear that was resting a little back. (Y/n) gave a loud lewd sounding moan, her hips twitching and jolting with her orgasm. Groaning I looped my hands under her thighs and lifted her body up. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I began carrying her to her room.

Tossing her lightly to her bed I kicked the door closed, I smiled at her submissive form. Smirking I stripped off my shirt and tossed it to the side before crawling over her. I leaned down placing open mouthed kisses on the side of her neck. Sucking a few marks, I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it in the direction of my own.

My fingers easily finding the hooks to her bra, unhooking them swiftly. Pulling her (color) bra from her beautiful (s/t) chest and tossing it to the floor as well. Humming at the sight of her breast, I slid one of my hand up to rub my thumb over her right nipple. Just from the touch alone made her body shiver with excitement.

(Y/n)'s soft (short fur/fluffy) (f/c) tail lightly curled around my leg slightly. I leaned forward brushing my lips against her own before moving to press kisses to her neck. Letting my left hand lightly rub her thigh before letting my hand drift towards her needy sex. I gently rub my fingers along her sex before pulling her pants and underwear off. I repressed a groan at just how wet she was already, letting my fingers return to wear they were.

. : . : .Third POV. : . : .

Sapnap collected her slick on his fingers before lifting them to his mouth. Sap nearly moaned at the sweetness of her slick. Shifting back he pulled her legs to rest against his own shoulders pressing kisses to her hip before kissing her clit. (Y/n) shivered with a gasp, her hand clinching the sheets at the feeling of Sapnap's warm breath. Unable to resist he licked up from her entrance to her clit.

Circling her clit with his tongue, Sapnap looked up towards her blissed expression. Smirking slightly Sapnap pressed his tongue in to her, thrusting it in and out. (Y/n)'s back arched away from the bed as her hands moved to card themselves in Sap's hair. Lightly tugging his hair in a attempt to get him closer to her. Sap pulled away panting a bit leaning forward to use the tip of his tongue on her clit.

(Y/n)'s hips twitched and began grinding down against his tongue eagerly searching for release. Unable to stop himself, Sapnap moaned against his clit letting her ride his face happily. Her moans and whines grew in volume as she began to release. Her walls clinching around nothing in the process, barely catching sight of Sap rocking his own hips into the bed.

Sapnap sat up panting quickly discarding his pants and underwear quickly, his cock leaking from his own need. (Y/n) licked her lips at the thought of taking him in to her mouth until he finished. With a purr she sat herself up and placed her hands on his thighs, placing small kisses to the side of his cock.

Groaning Sap slid a hand to her (h/l) (h/c) hair lightly pulling it from her face. Her bright lust filled (e/c) peering up at him looking for permission to suck him off. He found himself at a loss for words and not trusting his voice enough, he simply nodded. (Y/n)'s tail swished from side to side with excitement quickly leaning in to take him in to her mouth. Sapnap gave a breathy moan when her the warmth and wetness of her mouth took his whole length.

His head tipped back as she began pulling back to lick and suck at the tip, before easing herself back down. Making sure her tongue was pressed against the bottom of his length with every move. Sapnap's mind was hazy with need and the only thought filling his mind was watching her take him. His fiery dark brown eyes taking in the sight of (Y/n)'s plumb lips wrapped around his cock.

Groaning he began to thrust his hips softly, his member slipping in and out to his own pace. Her (e/c) eyes flickered open to peer up at him only to lock with his. Softly cursing under his breath at the feeling of his own peak coming close, he gently pulled her hair back a bit more.

"Will you swallow everything I give you?" Sap questioned lightly tilting his head at her. Giving him a soft nod, she lightly doubled her effort. Hollowing her cheeks and rubbing her tongue on the underside of his length.

Sapnap had to stop his hips from thrusting forward as he reached his peak. His seed releasing in to her mouth causing her to moan and melt in his hold. Pulling back he pressed his thumb in her mouth catching sight of his come in the process. (Y/n) closed her lips around his thumb, letting him feel her swallow.

"Wonderful job Kitten, taking it so well so far. Are you ready for more?" He asked softly plucking his thumb from her lips.

"Yes sir~" (Y/n) said with a light purr, gently pressing a kiss to his tip. Sap leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Her body following his movemt and shifting so she was laying on her back once more. Nudging her legs open with his knees he eased his hips towards hers. Lightly pressing his tip against her entrance, his eyes looking to hers for any signs to stop.

(Y/n) let her hand drift to his hair pulling him forward, her lips locking with his once more. Pressing his member in to her warm velvet walls only stopping once he bottomed out. Her moan was quickly swallowed by his lips the second it left. Pulling back Sapnap held himself up on her forearms, that rested just above her shoulders.

Groaning he pulled his hips back before pressing then forward letting his member slide in and out of her warmth. (Y/n)'s hands lightly gripped his shoulders as this thrust got more insistent. Her head tipped back and her back lightly arching up so her chest touched his. Sapnap's thrust got faster and a bit rougher as the both of them got lost in their own pleasure.

Needy mewls left her lips when his cock hit her sweet spot just right. Feeling the need to hear more of her sweet moans and mewls, Sap brought her leg just high enough to rest it on his shoulder. His length hit her sweet spot every time he thrust back in. His hips stuttered when her walls began tightening around his cock.

"S-sir I'm almost there~" (Y/n) moaned out loudly her claws now digging in to his back, looking for some sort of grounding. Sapnap groaned at the burning sensation when her claws began scratching his back.

"Sapnap!~" (Y/n) called out feeling her orgasm hit, her walls fluttering around his length. Moaning out himself, Sapnap quickly began leaving marks on his neck as his own crashed over him. Letting himself gently rest against her frame as the both of them came down from their shared highs.

"I wasn't to rough was I (Y/n)?" Sap asked easing himself up, carefully pulling out of her. Slightly shaking her head, while her hand reached for his. Smiling softly he carefully lifted her body before moving towards the bathroom to clean them both up. He turned on the shower, supporting her body while waiting for the tub to fill with lava.

Sap grabbed a Fire Resistance potion that he had made for her, to clean up or to simply join him to swim in the oceans of lava. She drank it slowly while he stopped the flow of lava, carefully taking the now empty potion bottle from her hands. He offered her a soft smile before easing her in to the lava with him.

He took special care of cleaning her up as well as himself, making sure she was comfortable and clean being his first priority. Once he was sure they were both cleaned, Sap carefully eased her up and out. Bringing her back to the room he gathered her new underwear and a new bra.

"I can dress myself now." (Y/n) slurred slightly feeling tired more than anything now. Sapnap chuckled slipping his boxers back on before moving to help her dress. After making sure she was dressed just enough, he grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on her.

"There you go, now lets get some sleep." He said with a softly chuckle watching her crawl under the blankets. Once he was sure she was comfortable he flicked off the lights and moved to lay with her. Gently holding her body close to his, it didn't take long for her to begin to purr happily.

Once he was sure she had fallen asleep, Sapnap pressed a kiss to her head whispering for a soft 'I love you' before following her lead. Making sure that she was comfortable and covered in the process of falling asleep himself.

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[helliontherapscallion]

sibling hybrid!creeper reader headcannons/one-shot for SBI ( + ranboo? 🧍‍♀️ ) hurt/comfort. like maybe the reader struggles with emotions and doesn't know how to deal w/ them healthily, so they end up bottling them up and kinda explode at times.

sorry if this is too specific, i just really like your writing :) congrats on 1k!! <3

and one last thing,.. can i be 🫂 anon?

(A/N): I had a lot of fun with this one, and thank you : ) I hope you don’t mind that I added Tubbo. Also one more thing, I imagine the explosion is kinda like a Bakugou situation but uncontrollable

Warnings: anti-hybrid rhetoric/slurs (speciesism???), swearing, blood (not much, just mentions of a nose bleed)

It was completely an accident this time, it all just came so fast. You were standing in front of a store window when you felt something rub against your leg. When you looked down, panic engulfed your entire being when you saw an orange cat rubbing and nuzzling against your leg, letting out deep purrs. You had no clue why this cat wasn’t chasing you like all other cats usually did, but you didn’t want to ponder. You felt the familiar pressure building up inside of you as a startled hiss left your mouth and you jumped away from the creature. Your skin was sparking and popping as your freckles lit up in a glowing green light. 

Finally, explosions left your skin as the glass shattered next to you and gravel was turned up and thrown about. You fell to your knees and rubbed at your burning eyes and wiped the blood from your nose. Exploding like that had always taken a lot out of you and made your nose bleed. You suspected that it was because of the sudden build up and release of pressure and energy. 

The back of your shirt was grabbed and you were yanked off from the ground. There staring at you was the owner of the shop that you accidentally blew up. His green eyes were ablaze as he gritted his teeth and looked into your eyes.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?! You blew up my window!”

Small hisses left your mouth, “I-I’m sorry sir I swear I didn’t mean t-”

“Like hell you didn’t! Your kind always destroys everything!”

You stopped struggling and narrowed your eyes at him, “my kind?”

“Yes, hybrids! Filthy mutts, all you do is destroy! You’re a bunch of freaks.”

You could feel another explosion coming about and this time you did not even attempt to hold this one back. You stared him dead in the eyes with the harshest glare you could muster. As soon as the hisses started to leave your mouth and the freckles once again glowed green, the man’s eyes widened before he threw you into the street away from the building. Another explosion left you and disassembled the neat cobblestone of the road. A single stone flew and shattered what was left of the store window. Another flew and hit the store owner in the head knocking him out. 

And here you were now; hisses left your mouth as you ran down the beaten path of the village towards the exit. The iron golem following you was hot on your tail, it’s booming footsteps picking up dust clouds from the gravel. Villagers around you scattered and started to whisper fearfully amongst themselves. You could feel their fearful and angry stares burning holes through you. After you got out of the village and the iron golem was still chasing you, you ducked into the forest where you knew it wouldn’t follow you. You climbed up a tree and watched as the golem angrily smacked the foliage out of the way before it gave up and hobbled back into the village. 

You dragged your feet tiredly back home, wanting nothing more than to collapse in your bed. Your senses were on overdrive as you were hyper aware of everything around you. You’ve never exploded twice within the span of ten minutes before, and it wore you out. Small exhausted hisses left your mouth as you trudged along the path. 

After getting home you walked past a confused and concerned Wilbur, dodging his hands that were trying to grab you so he could get a better look at you. You walked up the stairs ignoring his questions and walked past Tommy.

“Hey sparky, what’s got you lookin like shit?” He asked you before he started to laugh to himself at the nickname he knew you hated. You winced at the volume of his voice before you hissed angrily and stomped off into your room before you passed out immediately in your bed the second you threw yourself onto it. 

You didn’t wake up until a hand shook you awake firmly. You peeled open your eyes to see Tommy hovering over you looking slightly scared. When you fully opened your eyes, he sighed in relief.

“Oh my fucking Ender, I thought you died for a second.”

You only groaned and covered your head with the covers trying to block out the morning light streaming into your room and Tommy’s voice. He shook you more, your entire bed shaking with it. “Get up. Dad wants you downstairs for breakfast cuz you skipped lunch and dinner.”

You said nothing as he ripped the covers off from you eventually and pulled you out of your bed. You landed on the floor with a thump and hissed a little in frustration. You stood up and pushed him out of your room and slammed the door behind him. The locked door handle jimmied before it stopped and everything was silent. You prayed that he went away, but alas he didn’t. You rubbed your forehead when he started to knock at your door in multiples of two.

Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock knock, “(y/n)?” Knock kno-

“I’ll be down in a minute fuckface. I’m gonna get dressed.”

“If you aren’t down in five minutes I’m getting Techno. He’ll carry your ass down.”

Downstairs, you shambled into the kitchen past the table and poured yourself a cup of coffee. Your family silently watched you before the conversation started back up again. You plopped down next to Wilbur and sipped at your coffee deliriously. He eyed you in concern, “you okay?” You hummed and poked at your eggs. You didn’t feel hungry at all. “You su-”

“Yes, I’m sure Wilbur.” You glanced at him from the corner of your eye and returned to your coffee. After your fourth cup of coffee you were cut off by a concerned Philza. Even after four cups of coffee, you still felt slightly physically drained and it showed in your sluggish movements. Your day went by with you holding in your frustration and anger from everybody constantly asking if you were okay. Days of holding in explosions passed with them finally leaving you alone. However, that did nothing to alleviate your bottled up frustrations.

Techno was sitting on the couch reading a book while Wilbur was sitting in the chair across the room trying to find the lyrics of his next song. Philza was in the kitchen doing who knows what. You were currently walking up to Tommy’s room to say hi to your old friends Tubbo and Ranboo after getting home from a trip to another village. 

That trip was rough for you but not as rough as the one a few days prior; you could only stand so much fear filled and hateful staring after all. Your creeper features consisting of pitch black irises and dark gray sclera, a mop of dark green hair, and green freckles sprayed randomly across your skin was definitely an attention grabber for anyone. A few of the kids even threw rotten tomatoes and stones at you, it was so hard holding in explosions by the time you left that you just felt very overwhelmed. Hanging out around the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ always enough to calm you down from a rough day. Mellohi’s muffled relaxed beat makes the corners of your lips twitch into a small smile. 

However just as you opened the door to Tommy’s room, you could hear their conversation end. “Hey guys, how’re-”

A yelp left your throat as something very cold drenched your body. An iron bucket came tumbling down and hit your head before falling to the floor with a clank. The pressure that has been building up in your chest increased tenfold, but you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and turned to walk to your room for a change of clothes. Behind you, you heard Tommy laughing hysterically while Tubbo tried to apologize between his own laughter. You didn’t even have to look at Ranboo to know that he was guiltily fiddling with his sleeves as his tail flicked back and forth sharply. 

After you went into your room, you grabbed your pillow and screamed as loud as you could into it to blow off some steam. After that didn’t work, you tried punching the pillow relentlessly but that didn’t work. You could still feel pressure and energy inside your chest lingering and threatening to burst. 

You sighed and made your way downstairs walking past Tommy’s door. You could now hear Ranboo laughing with them, and that just made you even more angry than you were before. 

Everything around you was pissing you off. Philza’s wings fluttering behind him subconsciously, Technoblade’s little ‘heh’’s as he read something that caught him off guard in his book, Wilbur’s humming and mumbling to himself as he composed his next song, Tommy’s, Ranboo’s, and Tubbo’s loud laughter echoing from Tommy’s room. Every little sound was enough to send you over the edge. Just as you were about to leave the house to calm down again, a knock sounded at the door.

Philza gently pushed you behind him with furrowed brows and a hand on the sword hung around his hip. Techno’s book snapped shut as he stood up to grab his axe while Wilbur walked over to you and put a protective hand on your shoulder. You understood why they were cautious; you didn’t normally get visitors and the last time the house did, it was someone that decided to try and attack Technoblade on sight when he opened the door screaming about how hybrids aren’t natural. Keyword: tried. Techno absolutely would’ve killed him if it wasn’t for Philza holding him back. 

You felt anxiety creep up inside you as you fought against the small hisses trying to escape your mouth. The door opened slowly to reveal the store owner from a few days ago. His eyes hardened when he saw the wings sprouting from Philza’s back before his eyes flicked to you. He did not look happy to see you behind your dad’s massive wings. Without another word, you turned and ran up to your room when you felt the pressure become almost unbearable. 

You ran past Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo who were leaving Tommy’s room with hesitance. You didn’t respond when they tried to stop you. Slamming your door closed, you sat on your bed with your head clutched in your hands desperately trying to fight against the pressure building up. Small pops sounded on your skin as you grit your teeth in concentration. You could hear knocking at your door, thank god you locked it behind you. You had no idea how long you were sitting there trying to hold it back.

When the pressure became too much and you felt yourself losing grip on your control, you knew you needed to get out of the house as soon as possible. This was going to be a huge explosion, probably the biggest one you were going to do. The loud continuous hiss that left your throat was something you weren’t actively doing, another telltale sign that you were about to explode. You ripped open the door, pulled yourself from Tommy’s grasp, and ran as fast as you could downstairs. Philza followed you with a furious expression when he saw you, the store owner seemingly having left. 

“(Y/n), what in the hell did you do?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you to the living room. You tried your hardest to pull out of his grasp, but he was holding on too tight. The hissing had gotten slightly louder, but you moved a hand up to your mouth to try and muffle it. He sat you down on the couch and started pacing in front of you, his feathers puffed up angrily. Wilbur and Techno were eyeing you warily from across the room. 

“What were you thinking, blowing up his store like that? Were you even thinking? Cuz that was stupid (y/n). Hybrids get enough bad rap, and you go and pull this?!”

“Dad-”

“Not now Wilbur. As I was saying, you could’ve killed someone! What would you do then-”

“Dad,” Techno’s assertive tone stopped Philza in his tracks as he ran a hand down his face. “What could you possibly want right now, boys?”

“(Y/n)’s gonna explode soon.” Wilbur hurried over to you and helped you up. You could hear the three younger boys’ steps thundering down the stairs. By now, you were visibly shaking and sweating with the effort of holding explosions back. You could see the glowing of your freckles through the reflection of Wilbur’s glasses. 

“Shit,” Philza sounded panicked in that moment as Wilbur ushered you out of the house and into the forest. You pushed him away and stumbled your way deeper into the forest. You heard them attempting to follow you, but you gestured for them to get back. You had no idea how big this one was going to be, but it was definitely going to be large. 

You ran deeper into the forest until you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Leaning against a tree, you finally let yourself explode. This one was painful; your skin burned with every pop that emanated from your freckles, the burning making your free nerve endings scream at you. The last thing you saw was a wave of dirt splashing up before you blacked out. 

You were in and out of consciousness for the next week or so. Whenever you would wake up slightly, it would only be for a couple moments before you would pass out again. It was in those moments that the pain and the lack of energy hit you at full force. You supposed being unconscious was better than the mental and physical fog and the pain. 

By the time you fully woke up, your senses were slightly hyperactive, but nowhere near how you felt when you blew up that store. You reached up with a heavy hand to wipe at your crusty eyes before you heard rustling next to you. You looked over to see Philza standing at the door with a glass of water in his hand. When he saw that you were awake, he rushed to your side and helped you sit up. You took the water gratefully and drank it, the liquid refreshed your dry throat. 

“How’re you feeling?” 

“Tired and a little sore. How long was I out for?”

“About a week, you really worried us. That was a really big one. Do you know why it was so big?”

You nodded and looked down at the water in your hands, swirling it around the glass. You didn’t want to tell him about feeling angry and overwhelmed at every little thing around you the past few days. You felt guilty at that, they were just trying to live their lives while you were cursing them for merely existing. A finger under your chin made you look up at Philza. His eyes were full of gentleness and empathy, “c’mon, you can tell me. I want to help you.”

“I don’t know where to start.”

“Start wherever you feel comfortable. Take as much time as you need.” He sat on the edge of your bed and looked around your room while he waited. You took a second to gather your thoughts before you took a deep breath. Philza perked up and diverted his full attention to you. 

“It started when I first blew up that guy’s store. I swear it was an accident that time, a cat snuck up on me and rubbed on me,” you shuddered, small hisses leaving your mouth. “The guy came out and picked me up by my shirt. He called us some names so I kinda got mad and blew up on purpose.”

“‘Us’?”

You nodded, “hybrids. He said that ‘our kind’ destroys everything.” You glared at the glass in your hands, hissing in contempt and watching the freckles dully glow green. “He called us ‘filthy mutts’ and freaks, Dad.” Philza looked slightly peeved at the name calling, “still, you shouldn’t’ve blown up on him. You could’ve killed him, (y/n).”

“So you’re saying that it’s okay for him to call us slurs? Should we just let people slander us?” You narrowed your eyes at him. He shook his head, his medium length blond hair swaying with the movement. “Hell no, I’m not saying that at all. You should never let someone call you things, but violence is never the answer.”

You huffed, crossing your arms, “frankly, he deserved what was coming to him. I just wish he didn’t throw me before I could blow up.” 

“Hold on, he fucking threw you?” You nodded and watched his eyes darken and anger flash across his face, “violence is sometimes the answer then. Did he hurt you?” 

“No, but I just felt so… so drained. But so overwhelmed at the same time. I’ve never exploded twice in the same day before.”

He hummed in realization, “so that’s why you slept through most of the day. Sorry, go on.”

“After Tommy woke me up everything just felt worse. It was like everything around me was amplified. It was hell, the last few days I was just hyper aware of everything and it was pissing me off. Every little thing drove me crazy, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to exploding but I held it back until I couldn’t anymore.” 

“(Y/n), you know that’s not healthy… I talked to Sam, you remember right?” You shook your head, “well, he was an old friend of Wilbur’s. He used to come here all the time before he had to move away. He’s a creeper hybrid like you,” he chuckled when you perked up, “he gave me some advice on your anatomy when you were growing up. Anyways, he told me that sensory overload is common when you explode. He said that it’s normal to feel drained afterwards and to definitely get plenty of sleep. The sensory issues apparently get worse if your rest is interrupted, so that was probably why you felt overwhelmed in the past few days… He also told me that it really isn’t healthy to explode more than once a day or to hold it in for longer than necessary. Please just come to me if you’re feeling overwhelmed again or if you need to rest after exploding. I can even build you an obsidian building where you could go and not blow up anything.”

“...I’d like that. What- what else did he tell you?” Philza chuckled and started to tell you more about what Sam told him about his anatomy. He even gave you Sam’s comms contact so you could contact him if you had any questions or wanted some advice. He was a nice man when you talked to him, always having an answer for your questions. You even found old pictures of you as a baby following him around. Apparently you could tell that he was part creeper; wherever he was in the house, you were bound to be near him.

The rest of the day, you hung out with the rest of your family and the bench trio. 

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Techno wasn’t one for open affection, being the type to give you little trinkets and giving you suggestions on what to read next. Every time you woke up, you would find small objects ranging from gold to emeralds and books on your nightstand. He would vehemently deny being the one that gave you the items, but you and the rest of the family knew better. Sometimes, he would drop into your room to ask you what you thought of the book and have a thorough discussion about it with you while you were recovering. 

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You leaned against Wilbur’s side with his arm wrapped around you. The hand that was around you was rubbing circles into your shoulder. After he scolded you for bottling up your emotions, he climbed into your bed and pulled you to his side. Small hums left his throat. 

“(Y/n)?” You hummed, your eyes half lidded and almost about to fall asleep. “Would you mind if I wrote a song about you? It would fit with the next album’s theme.” 

“Knock yourself out.” Your words were slightly slurred as you nuzzled closer to him. He laughed a bit, the sound being muffled and reverberating his chest. “Get some sleep. I’ll brainstorm some ideas to run by you before you wake up.”

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Hanging out with the self proclaimed ‘bench trio’ was always fun, even if you were on strict orders to stay in bed by Dadza. Nobody argues with a concerned Dadza, but they found other ways to hang out with you. Tommy had moved his jukebox into your room and was playing cat, the music soothing you immensely and putting an end to your worries. However, what didn’t soothe you was the card game in front of you. 

You were watching in horror as everybody put down a plus two card stacking the amount the victim would have to draw. So far, the plus two streak had already gone around the circle once and is now going around once more. It was nearing your turn and it was with great horror that you realized you didn’t have a color changing card or a plus two card. The two cards in your hand felt heavy as you watched Ranboo pull out another card.

“Please Ranboo, I’ll do anything. Don’t put that card down.” You watched as his ears twitched before he smiled innocently at you, putting the card down and laughing at you when you started the long process of drawing fourteen cards and sorting them. 

“Sorry, my hand slipped.”

“Get fucked (y/n)!” Tommy cackled at you. You flipped him off before you went back to sorting the cards. Tubbo put down a plus four color changing card and smiled at Tommy. 

“Sorry Tommy, but uno and the color is now red!”

“Goddamnit Tubbo! That’s the one color I don’t have,” he grumbled and drew four cards. Ranboo smiled triumphantly and put down his last card before showing you his empty hands. “What?! You didn’t even say uno!” You eyed his smug smile with disbelief. 

“You guys didn’t call me on it though.”

“That’s not the rules, Ranboo! You have to say uno!” Tommy argued. Long story short, the rules had to be looked up and the family had to be consulted before your group came to the conclusion that you in fact do not have to call out uno and the other players could call them out on it. Eventually after a few tense games, the three were sitting on your bed. Ranboo had some difficulty with it due to his height, but he managed with his legs crossed. 

“(Y/n) do you reckon you could become charged if you were hit by lightning?”

“Tubbo, you’re a genius,” Tommy breathed out, “let’s go see!” 

“No, you will not go see. Sit back down.” Wilbur called out as he passed your room. The group slumped slightly. “We’ll see when I get better. Mark my words, the next thunderstorm that happens I will see if I can be charged.” You whispered to them, your eyes glinting with mischief. 

“I don’t really think that’s a good idea.”

“Of course it is, Ranboo. It probably won’t kill them.”

“Probably?” Ranboo raised an eyebrow at Tommy’s nonchalant answer. “Yes, probably.”

“I still have three lives left. If I die, I die.” You wove a hand in the air as you spoke and watched as Tubbo nodded in agreement. “Do it for science, (y/n).”

“Oh I will. For science!” You raised your water glass in the air and Tommy and Tubbo followed suit with wide smiles. “For science!”

You three turned to stare at a deadpanning Ranboo. He sighed before he raised his glass of milk and let out a monotone “for science.” You, Tommy, and Tubbo cheered as you clanked your glasses together. You could see a hint of a fond smile on Ranboo’s face as he watched you three chug your waters before he downed his milk in one swallow. 

You smirked at them and leaned close, talking lowly so that anyone passing by wouldn’t overhear you. “So, what’s our plan?”

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[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

The Creeper acting like a cat with his S/O:

Warnings: Big soft evil being, lots of fluff

Whenever he sees you sitting alone on the couch, he won't hesitate and will sit beside you, probably with his head in your lap and purr.

That's when he's feeling soft though, so much less teasing.

''What are you doing??'' He'll ignore you as he headbutts you gently and shoves you with a smirk. You'll have to follow him to know.

This guy can be a furnace, exactly like a cat. You're not feeling too good? Well, forget the hot pad and let him put his head on your belly. See? It's way better.

He'll knead your thighs, he'll knead anything you have-

His day is made whenever he sees your reactions, prepare yourself to see him laugh his ass off.

An upturn is if you're cold, he'll happily embrace you and warm you, just make sure to tell him if it's too hot.

Cuddles? Cuddles! Purr

It's adorable how much he purrs. However, he'll only do it when you two are alone and there isn't any threat.

#jeepers creepers #the creeper x reader #hcs #slasher x reader