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Hello, I would like to make a request about Husk x male reader, where the Male reader is a sinner who managed to become an Overlord by creating a company selling weapons. The Male reader arrives at the hotel at Alastor's request and, during this visit, he meets the hotel's residents, becoming enchanted by Husk. Once he finishes the visit, he decides to come to the hotel from time to time to relax after a stressful day, bonding with everyone, especially Husk.

Una noche, están tomando una copa en el bar y los sentimientos afloran, desencadenando una noche de pasión (+18). Por la mañana, ambos se alegran de la presencia del otro. Saltaremos en el tiempo al capítulo donde Husk se enfrenta a Alastor y este lo amenaza.

El lector Masculino ve esto y decide comprar el alma de Husk para poder ser libre, pero decide quedarse trabajando en el hotel, ya que le agrada la gente de aquí. Decides quedarte a vivir en el Hotel ayudando.

Husk: Bottom/Uke

Male reader: Top/Seme

A/N: I don't understand/speak spanish so I hope the translation got it right! Apologies if I got some things wrong 🥲 I also could not write Husk as a bottom...I'm sorry it just didn't go that way for me. He gives off such top energy-- If you need me to make a second part where the reader tops, I'd be glad to!

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Hell's Blessing [ Husk x M!Overlord!Reader ] NSFW!

MINORS DNI

You walk into your office, absolutely exhausted from your day dealing with the sinners under your control. You knew what the costs of becoming an overlord was but at the end it was all worth it. Power and safety. You decided to get ready to head out and visit the Hazbin Hotel, per Alastor’s request. You put on the best suit and tie you owned, making sure your hair was slicked back, not a hair out of place.

Upon arriving, Alasto greets you at the door with his signature smile. “Y/N! Glad you could make it here. Quite a pleasure. Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel.” You walk in and he gestures to the lobby, “Come meet our lovely staff. This is Charlie Morningstar, founder of the hotel, princess of hell and heir to the throne.”

Charlie runs over to you, eagerly shaking your hand, “Hi! Welcome! Nice to finally meet you!” She smiles, “This is my girlfriend, Vaggie!” She gestures to the one eyed angel next to her who waves in response.

Another resident walks up to you, leaning an arm on your shoulder with a seductive grin. “Hey there. I’m Angel Dust.” He winks, “You look like a fun night~” He purred into your ear. You quickly stepped away and dusted off your shoulder before you walked over to the bar to meet the others.

“Hello! I am Sir Pentious! Builder extraordinaire!” He saluted you, “It’s an honor to meet you! I adore your weapons.” A smaller figure runs from behind him, climbing up your suit to smile closely to your face, giggling maniacally.

“I’m Nifty! I clean.” She laughs as she stares into your eyes. You laugh awkwardly and put her down on the ground to which she immediately scurries away. You glance at the bar and as soon as you lay eyes on the bartender, you feel your heart pound faster.

“I’m Husk. Bartender. Want a drink?” He hands you a glass filled with whiskey which you take as you sit down.

“Pleasure to meet you all. Please, please, continue on with regular matters. I’m just here to visit and check the place out.” You say. Alastor phases next to you, grinning with what you assume to be delight.

“So! How do you like the place? Charming isn’t it?” He asks you, eagerly awaiting your response. You take a sip of your drink and nod.

“Charming indeed. A good endeavor, I’m sure.” You glance up and observe Husk cleaning a glass before turning your attention back to Alastor, “I believe this is a good establishment for me to invest protection weapons in if need be.”

“Wonderful! I’ll leave you here to settle in! Drink, Y/N!” He gets up and phases away into his shadow.

Husk rolled his eyes, “How do you know the boss?” He asks, leaning against the bartop.

“We’ve done business before,” You nervously fiddle with your glass, “He’s yet to do me wrong so I decided to entertain his invite. The atmosphere here is definitely better than the atmosphere in my side of the city.” You gaze into his eyes, seemingly entranced.

He scoffed, “Yeah? Well that makes one of us. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have to be.” He grumbles. You didn’t pry on his statement, not wanting to push too far considering you just met. Instead you just continued to make small talk, drinking the night away.

After your first visit, you frequented the hotel and always hung around Husk at the bar. You spent time with everyone equally but something about Husk just triggered something in you. You formed a deep bond with him, often ranting about the customers you’ve had to deal with everyday. He always made you your drinks the way you like it, listening to you intently. He went from being closed off to looking forward to your next visit.

After an extra stressful day, you stumbled into the hotel, eager for a drink. Husk had already prepared you your usual before you even sat down. “Rough day, huh?” He chuckled, “You’re late today. I thought you weren’t even coming. Everyone else either went to bed early or fucked off somewhere.”

You groaned, “The customers today were extra annoying,” You hissed, downing your glass immediately. “I need a couple of bottles tonight.” You rubbed your temples and sighed, “I want to just lay down and drink the night away. I don’t want to think about those little shits.”

“Well lucky for you, your closest friend here is a bartender.” He slid a bottle to you, “Didn’t think tonight was a drink-to-forget kind of night. Tell me all about it.”

You ranted about your day from the Karens of Hell to the weirdest orders to the most impatient of customers that insisted they get their order as soon as they paid you. Husk sat down next to you, listening intently. What you didn’t notice during your rants was how he looked at you with admiration.

As the night progressed you both had drank too much a bit too much and shared absolutely anything and everything. “You know…” You begin, “...I’m glad I accepted Alastor’s offer to visit. I’m glad to have met everyone here but especially you.” You confessed, playing with your drink swirling it around in your cup.

“Yeah. I’m glad I met you too.” He chuckled, “I think I’ve gotten used to you, Y/N. I like being around you.” You blushed at his statement, thankful that it wasn’t obvious thanks to the alcohol.

“I like you too.” You spoke a little too fast. You forgot to add in a couple of words but before you could correct yourself Husk spoke up.

“What?” He blinked at you, taken aback at your words.

You feel your face warm up a bit more, “What! I meant…I meant I like being around you too! Haha…” You laugh awkwardly. It was quiet for a moment and you felt your heart begin to sink, scared that he didn’t return your feelings.

Husk grabs your hand and pulls you close to him, kissing you with passion. You held onto him as he lifted you up onto his lap. The two of you only pulled away for air and as you were gasping, he lifted up your chin so he could look into your eyes.

“I thought you’d never say that.” He smiled, kissing you again as soon as you caught your breath. The two of you ended up in his room, kissing with such hunger. Soon enough, both of your clothes were on the floor and the door was locked. He got on top of you and kissed your neck, making his way down to your chest to leave a trail of hickies. You humped up against him, begging for friction to which he chuckles.

He reaches down and strokes your cock, slowly to tease you. You whined at the speed, jerking your hips for more attention. He held your hips down and unwrapped his hands from you. “Somebody’s eager.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You look down and see his own hardon, twitching and leaking with pre-cum.

You get up to give him attention, hungrily taking him into your mouth and earning a deep moan in response. He placed a hand over your head, petting you for your good work. You bobbed your head up and down while your hands reached down to give yourself pleasure.

He pulled you off, a pop sounding from your mouth. You were a drooling mess, looking at him with lust filled eyes. You lay down with your ass up, eager to take him in. “H-Husk please…” You begged. He enters you with no hesitation, your spit lubing him up enough to make the entry effortless. You shivered with delight and moaned as he thrusted into you at a steady pace. His hand went up and down on your dick causing you to moan louder in pleasure.

You felt him twitch inside of you, his rhythm fading away into fast paced thrusts. He moans in your ear and you swear that the sound of him almost sent you into climax. He grabbed your hips tighter, “Fu-Fuck…Y/N…” He moaned, “I’m going to-”

You were drooling in pleasure underneath him, feeling your own climax inching closer and closer. It wasn’t long until the knot in your stomach snapped and you released all over the sheets underneath you. Husk felt your walls tighten around him, sending him to the edge. You feel him fill you up to the brim. He leaned over your body, purring in pleasure. After a while, he slowly pulls out of you, the cum dripping out. He chuckled at the sight of you, a powerful overlord, being a drooling mess on his sheets. He grabbed a wipe to clean you off before cuddling up to you. You sigh happily, nuzzling your head into his neck as you listen to his low purrs.

“You’re…amazing. You know that? In every sense.” You speak softly. You feel him hold you even closer. “I’ve been enchanted by you since I first laid eyes on you. I believe I’ve fallen head over heels for you, Husk.”

“I love you too, Y/N. You melt my cold little heart.”

The two of you drifted off to sleep in each others’ arms, happy and content.

The following day you woke up before him. Your mind was still foggy from waking up but memories from the night before came flooding in as soon as your eyes focused and you saw a sleeping Husk in front of you. Your face flushed a bright red and went even brighter upon realizing you’re both naked. In bed. Together. Husk woke up soon after you and gave you a smirk upon seeing your flustered self.

“H-Husk! Good morning!” You laughed nervously. You turn your head as to not face him but he gently guides your face back to look at him.

“Good morning, babe.” If you could short circuit like the other overlord, Vox, could you would most definitely be short circuiting right now.

“Sorry I-” Your voice cracked, “I’m just…”

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?” He smirked, pointing to himself. You couldn’t help but laugh at his pun.

“I’m just nervous. That’s all. I just…You know…Last night we.” You stutter out. Before you could continue, Husk kissed you, shutting you up. You closed your eyes and leaned into him happily.

He breaks away from you before getting up, “C’mon. Let’s go take a shower together.” He winked.

After you two dried off and got dressed, you headed off to the lobby so Husk can start his day. You wave everyone goodbye and give Husk a kiss before leaving. You run out, escaping the questioning they certainly gave him, not wanting to meet the same fate, laughing.

It’s been a couple months since you and Husk spent a night together. You two had officially been a public couple, even letting your relationship be known to your people. If you weren’t already frequenting the hotel back then, you were certainly turning into a regular now, even coming in during work hours whenever you make a delivery close by. Today was one of those days, you were a couple of minutes away and decided to stop by and say hi to everybody. To your surprise, the lobby was empty of people. Charlie and Vaggie were out, Angel Dust was at work, Sir Pentious was nowhere to be seen and Nifty was most likely chasing bugs on a different floor.

“Hello?” You call out to no response. You head towards the bar to only find that empty as well. You wandered the halls until your ears caught two voices from around the corner. Before you could run over there you hear Alastor yell. You stopped and peeked around the corner.

“How many times do I have to remind you to never mention such things to me?” He growled. On the floor in front of Alastor was Husk, shaking in fear with chains around his neck. You hold yourself back from gasping. “Do not forget. You’re on my leash. And you’re getting quite pesky to deal with…” Alastor wraps the chains around his hand, pulling Husk closer and closer to his demon form.

Before anything could happen you jump out of the corner, “Alastor!” You yelled, your own demon form coming out. His neck snaps 180 degrees to look at you, his body unmoving. “What are you doing?”

His eyes squint towards you, his smile getting wider. “My! Who do we have here?” He speaks, voice laced with his radio filter. “To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here today, Y/N?”

“Let’s make a deal, Alastor.” You state, “I want his soul. I will pay you for his soul. Fund this hotel, make it better and promise you my company’s undying loyalty and protection. In return, I want his soul.” Your voice distorted at the last word, staring him down with confidence and pride.

Alastor glances down at Husk, still terrified out of his mind before looking back to you. He phases out of his demon form, turning back to normal and you do the same. “Hmm…” He considered, “Well he is getting a bit difficult to deal with. And I would hate to find a different bartender if I were to get rid of him so…fine.” He extends his hand out to you, glowing green. You shake it and the green chains around Husk’s neck disappear from Alastor’s hand. The chains turn a yellowish white as it gets passed to you. The opacity turned more translucent.

You dismissed it and grinned at Alastor. “Pleased to be doing business with you, old friend.”

“Quite a pleasure indeed! Now! I have a radio show to broadcast. Enjoy~” He hummed before disappearing into the shadows.

You run over to Husk shaking on the floor, “Husk…I am so sorry I wasn’t here sooner. I’ll give you back your soul, I just…I didn’t know.” He gave you a quiet hug, a hug that lasted a while.

He pried himself off of you and gave you the most heartfelt smile you’ve ever seen him give, “Thank you, Y/N. Thank you.” He gave you a kiss filled with passion. You felt him melt against you with his wings wrapping around you both. “Keep my soul, Y/N. But…I can’t leave the hotel. I’ve gotten used to life around here and I don’t think I can move in with you…I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, “Nonsense! I would never ask for such a thing. I’ll give you back your soul-”

“No. Keep it.” You blinked at him, confused and shocked, “Take it as my dedication to you, Y/N. I love you.”

Your shock expression melted into a heartfelt one. “Thank you…Husk. Don’t worry about moving anywhere…” You hugged him, head resting on his chest, “I’ll move here. I can run my business away from my building. I want to be with you and the people here at the hotel. I’ve grown accustomed to it.”

He held you, purring as he did so. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re a blessing in this Hell."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #theyre so gay for each other #this is my first male reader write #please bear with me

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void-stilinskis · 7 months

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How is that my fault? You plugged into the wrong system.

#hera syndulla #star wars #sw rebels #swedit #starwarsdaily #swsource #swanimation #tuserhan #usersawah #tusergio #tuserrex #*gifs #i had a need to create before i have to focus back on a bunch of homework #please bear with me

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blueiones · 8 months

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Yandere! Loser × Male! Council President! Reader

It became a little messy towards the end but oh well. Hope you enjoy.

Blood splattered on the cold concrete floor of the back of the school. He couldn't see, too scared to get wrecked in the face if he removed his arms because of the bullies violence. The smell of smoke made him recoil in disgust while the laughter directed to him made the pits of his stomach churn with anxiety and fear.

That's when he heard you.

The voice was distorted, the ringing in his ears didn't stop. He could only make out one thing. You carefully pried his arms away from his face, revealing your blurred silhouette.

He was out after that.

The first thing his senses picked up was the smell of disinfectant alcohol. Next it was the soft bed and the blanket, but there was something wrapped around him beside that, it was a black leather jacket which smelled like an expensive cologne.

Then he heard you, again.

Only this time it was your soft snoring. He glanced at you, sitting on a chair beside his bed. He checked the clock, it was already past 5pm. School ended two hours ago, why stay with him instead? He thought curiously.

The door opened revealing the face of the kind nurse he knew due to the frequent trips to the infirmary.

"Oh you're awake! Thank goodness, we were about to call the hospital if you didn't wake up later." She said softly.

"Oh…" was the only thing he could muster at the moment as he fidgeted with his calloused hands. He couldn't help glance again at the person sleeping peacefully on the chair.

He then unconsciously started studying your face. He recognized you, the Council President. But he only noticed you now, the slightly toned arms of yours from work out most likely, the long eyelashes most girls would be jealous of and… how beautiful you looked.

The nurse looked at him then at you and smiled. "He wanted to keep you warm."

"Pardon?"

She continued, "The blankets here are too thin, he was worried you'd wake up cold." She pointed at the leather jacket which kept him warm. "I'll inform your teacher, just wait here for a second." She left after that, leaving him with you.

He looked back at you. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, your eyes locked with him.

"Mornin'."

The walk to his house was silent, it was six o'clock by now. He was able to come home a little later due to explaining what happened to his teacher. He had the go signal to come home with someone, it was you again.

It was awkward, but oddly comforting.

He finally stopped by infront of his house, the footsteps behind him did the same. He turned around to meet your face and quietly said, "Thank you." He bolted to his door after that leaving you alone in the street. You contemplated on going after him but later decided not to.

A week passed, the bullies were expelled. After what felt like years, he was finally able to breathe properly, with no one hissing on his neck about how pathetic and stupid he was.

The next time you approached him it was during lunch time.

Another tray of food was placed in front of his tray. He looked up and saw your calm expression, while you sat down in the opposing seat. He was flabbergasted, he looked at you questionably and looked around to see your usual group of friends having the same face but decided not to interfere.

"My name is M/N. I wanted to know if you're doing well now." You said.

His heart hammered through his chest and suddenly he could hear his own breathing, his hands were cold against the metal spoon and fork he was holding. He gulped and found the courage to speak, "I-I'm doing… well enough." He flinched at his own voice and looked up at you cautiously. He relaxed when he saw your patient expression.

Then you smiled. It wasn't malicious. And it was directed at him.

"That's good."

Then you looked at your food and ate.

He did the same thing, only this time he smiled as well.

It became a routine.

And he loved it.

You became closer as weeks went by. Despite your busy schedule you made time for him. It wasn't only lunch too. You hung out with him after school, even when he tried refusing at first because he was afraid he would get in your way, "I can do that later, you're more important." He stopped trying after that.

He thought it would stop as being just friends.

But couldn't help the feeling of annoyance when someone talked to you during your time with him. It pissed him off greatly especially when some girls did it, the small tucking of their hair, the nervous and smiley way they talked to you. He hated it. He knew what that meant, and it didn't help the fact that you were oblivious to their intentions, so he had to whisk you away at times with a provided excuse to the girls.

He imagined torturing those poor girls in his dreams.

He didn't realize it at first.

When he started guilt tripping you with tears when you had to go home, in which you always felt bad so you'd spent more time with him. It came to the point where you practically moved in with him.

He took advantage of you kindness.

It made him feel giddy, you had your own clothes and uniform in his closet. Had your own toothbrush, slept beside him and everything.

He'd love it the most when he wakes up before you just so he could admire you, who slept so peacefully unaware of his wandering eyes.

He soon realized it.

He loved you.

He frowned, did you love him too? It… didn't matter. As long as you stayed with him, everything would be fine.

He smiled, snuggling closer to you, who became half awake and wrapped your arms around him pressing him closer to your chest. He smiled wider, lovesick eyes peered at you with an unsettling amount of obsession.

'Everything would be fine.'

#yandere loser x reader #yandere x you #yandere #yandere oc #male reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #x reader #blueiones #idk what happened #please bear with me #its 12am

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criminalskies · 9 months

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Drunk Aaron (REPOSTING ON NEW ACCOUNT)

I have a thought!! What about drunk Aaron? Like I’ve had this thought before but I’m so obsessed with the idea of helping Aaron up the stairs after a really good night with the team and then trying to get his clothes off to get him dressed in his pjs. Then he swats at your hands and is like “No, n—no, I’m in a relationship! Stop tryin t’ undress me😣.” And then messing with him and going “you are? what are they like?” And he looks up with sparkles in his eyes and he’s like “s’ pretty 🤭🥰” and that’s when you laugh and you’re like “sweetheart, it’s me. You’re in a relationship with me, now let me get you dressed okay?” And he gets so confused at first but then starts blushing when you take his jacket and tie off and is like “you’re so pretty 🥰” while you get him dressed 😭❤️❤️ - request from @ssamorganhotchner <33333

i don't think you get it IM OBSESSED!

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You knew it was a bad idea the moment the team was able to convince Aaron to grab the mic and croon in karaoke. He was only four drinks in but the only way on was upwards. He very rarely cut loose like this, particularly in front of his employees, but he was having the most fun you'd seen him have in months. You stood by as Penelope and Prentiss bought him wet pussy shot after wet pussy shot until their usually very measured, very nuanced, well behaved boss became a party animal.

He had long since shed his tie and rolled up his sleeves, his hair was cascading over his face as he sweat from the exertion of ruling the dance floor for the last hour. You had no idea your Aaron could do the splitz until he dropped to the floor of the bar, pointing his hands directly in the air and howling as his legs splayed out completely.

You can't lie about how much his confidence and freedom was affecting you, but given that the two of you hadn't announced your relationship to the team yet, you were trying your hardest to keep your arousal at bay, or at least to pretend the drool on your face was from the alcohol you'd had, not from the way your boss had undone his top buttons, and his dress shirt was showing off his broad chest.

Speaking of your alcohol, you tried to keep your drinks to a minimum, wanting to be able to take Aaron home and make sure the two of you make it to bed in one piece.

Aaron came back to the table, dropping down into the sticky booth, he was panting with exhaustion from his dancefloor efforts. He reached for your lime & soda you'd been nursing, chugging the ice cold beverage down before you could muster an 'excuse me?' as you watched his chest heave and the vessels in his neck and arms pulsate with his heartbeat.

"You know, Hotchner I had no idea you were hiding moves like that from us." You tried keeping every bone in your body from wrapping yourself around him like you wanted to, as half your team was watching from across the booth.

"Well, I have a few more moves but those are reserved for very special people." Hotch smirked at you.

"Oh, yeah?" You couldn't resist his bait, knowing you were putty in his drunken hands.

"Yeah, I think my partner would kill me if I showed you my finer moves." He looked more at Dave and at Spencer than he did at you, and you realised he was too wasted to recognise said partner right in front of him. "How about another drink, Morgan? Spencerrrrrr." Aaron asked, narrowly avoiding putting the pretty boy in a headlock as he questioned the table, swinging off the post in the outer corner of the booth. The team turned him down, and he trudged off to the bar to get himself another something to cool down.

"Sheesh, I didn't know Hotch was seeing somebody. Sounds awfully mysterious, huh?" Morgan opened the conversation to pry into Hotch's love life.

"I don't know," Emily chimed in, "seems just like him to be scared to tell us about them. He's got a lot of walls up, I'm just glad he let somebody in. Even if he's not ready to share them with us yet."

The team all seemed to hum in agreement, deciding to leave it be as their boss came back to the table with a beer and a rum and coke in either hand.

He sat down beside you once more, pushing you the rum and coke as he seemed to have remembered who you are to him, and your go-to drink. You figured in the state he's in you probably have a maximum of one hour before he gives away your whole relationship in a spill of word vomit (hopefully not actual vomit, at least) so you decided to take control of the situation, and put your arm around him as he takes his seat. It seems to go mostly unnoticed by the team as Reid has delved into a tangent on the difference between binge-drinking and regular drinking with their respective effects on the brain.

"How you feeling there, cowboy?" You whispered to Aaron, trying to gauge how long he wanted to stay at the bar.

"Pretty great." Aaron replies, with that wide, toothy grin and eyes like he's been stargazing into your own. He rests his head on the palm of his hand, elbow to the table, still giving you a puppy-eyed stare as Reid's tangent comes to a close. The team turns back towards you two, seeing you giggle at Hotch's loving gaze. You love seeing him this loose, free of all his masks and personas he usually has to wear to keep himself and the team, his family, safe.

You catch Morgan in the corner of your eye as he elbows Prentiss, whispering in her ear, feeling all four of their eyes on you and your suddenly lovestruck boyfriend.

"You know, I think the jig is up." you inform Aaron. You see a concentrated look overtake his face at the word jig, and he begins pushing himself up off the table and over to the dance floor. He stops, reaching out his hand to you, first.

"Let's show them the real jig, then." He suggests. You take his hand cautiously and let him lead you out onto the dancefloor, where the two of you continue to bust a move even under the patronising stares of six criminal profilers. You let Aaron pull you around by your hands, your hips, letting the music carry you both through the night knowing you can deal with the questions later.

The music cuts out and one of Aaron's FAAAAVOURITE songs comes on (as he so eloquently shouted in your ear), prompting him to become the bounciest FBI agent you've ever laid eyes on, and he's jumping around like a box-spring until suddenly, he stills. He clutches his stomach, drops your hand and runs for the nearest bathroom stall. Poor thing, he really only drinks like this a few times a calendar year, and since losing weight in his triathlon training he's particularly prone to all the side-effects of excessive drinking, much more than he used to be.

You throw Rossi a pitiful look as he follows after his friend, muttering something about being too old for this. It's almost half an hour later when the two of them emerge, Aaron looking far worse for wear, draped over Rossi's presumably very expensive jacket. Morgan and Dave load Aaron into your car, with your promise that you'll answer all the team's burning questions about your newly revealed relationship in the morning. That is if you can get the unit chief out of bed by 12.

Aaron doesn't say a word on the drive home, clearly enjoying the sensation of the cool passenger window of your car against his burning cheek, and you think he's fallen asleep. Perfect. You get to unload your 200 pounds of boyfriend into your sixth floor apartment and his body is as limp as a raw hotdog.

You manage to open the car door without his body spilling out, which you count as a small success.

"Aaron, Aaron sweetheart, we're home." You stroke his cheek, feeling him nuzzle against your hand, before his eyes snap open and he bats your hand away.

"I'm n't your sweeth'rt I don't even know you." He looks at you through squinted eyes, clearly straining to stay awake.

"Alright, well, I'm gonna help you get home, if that's okay. Can you walk?" You fight every fibre in your body to not tack a 'sugarbear' on the end of that question, given how adorable he looks when he's this sleepy.

"I c'n run! Course I c'n walk." Perfect. Despite being about as structurally sound as a wet tortilla chip, he's still got his confidence, however misguided it may be.

"OK. Walk with me?" You pull his arm around your shoulders, trying to help lever him up out of the car. He trips every few steps and will definitely scowl at the horrid scuffed state of his favourite work shoes in the morning, but at least he's not faceplanting. Yet.

You manage to maneuvre him into the elevator, basically holding his body up against the wall of the small space. Once you arrive at the sixth floor, he has a few near-trips with the neighbours welcome mats getting caught beneath his shoes, but you finally arrive at your door.

"Stay here, okay, just one moment, baby just stay right there while I get our keys." You prop him up to the left side of your door, dropping your workbag on the table to the right so you can rummage for your keys when you hear a loud THUD.

The poor thing is in a ball on the floor, having slid down the wall and become just a pile of limbs and coat tails somewhere along the way.

"Shit." You find your keys, unlocking the door and throwing your bag onto the couch down the entryway before you even attempt to pick up your pile of boyfriend.

"Aaron, stay with me, please wake up I just need you to go inside, you can't sleep out here." You plead with him, hoping that just one lobe of his brain is functioning enough to hear you.

"Hrmmph." He replies in a sort of grunt. Wonderful, your pile of boyfriend has attitude. Luckily, you know just who could get him to stand at attention right now.

You clear your throat, aiming to make it sound older and croakier than your own. "SSA Hotchner, Attention!" You make one last-ditch appeal to the scared little boy inside of him who lived from army bootcamp to army bootcamp.

To your surprise, he starts rolling around trying to ascertain which was is up, and with your hands under his arms, he is able to stand back up. You walk him inside without a word, pushing him straight through to your bedroom before he can collapse and reoccupy his liquid form on the floor once more.

You grab his pyjamas, neatly folded atop his pillow as always, bringing them over with some socks for him to wear to bed.

He's managed to remain sitting up at the foot of the bed where you left him, and you decide now you definitely need to be his partner, not his tenth grade drill sergeant to achieve this.

"Aaron, sweetheart, put your arms up for me."

"No, I'm taken. I d'nt want any funny business w'you." He puts on an excellent pout, and you're proud of his resistance to someone's advances deep within your chest, but right now you really just need him to get over it until you can tuck him neatly into bed.

"Aaron, I know you're taken because it's me, Y/N. See?" You give a dramatic twirl, letting him look up at you through his lashes, but his eyes look emptier than usual. The lights are on, but almost nobody is home, nobody helpful anyway.

"Prove it." He challenges you.

"Well, would anybody but Y/N know that you still have your caterpillar stuffie from when you were three? Mister Tickles?" You hope he's in a conscious enough state to recall that Mister Tickles is in your shared wardrobe, nestled in between Aaron's winter coats.

"Okay, weirdo. No need t'get pers'nal" You laugh at Aaron trying to keep his cool although you clearly know even the things about him he hides from himself.

He reluctantly raises his arms, letting you remove his undershirt, replacing it with your favourite college tee that just fits him so much nicer than it fits you, and he lays down and lifts his hips, letting you remove his belt and slacks. He wolf whistles when you first start undoing his belt but you know you can't take advantage of him when he can't even recognise who you are without guidance. You slide on his Air-bud puppy pyjama pants Jack got him for his birthday, knowing he loved the movie as a boy. You then manage to slip socks on his feet and open up the blankets, pushing him into the open bed and tucking him in tightly. You leave to putter about the bedroom, doing your own nighttime routine before you come back to Aaron, placing blobs of his favourite moisturiser on his face, rubbing it in ever so gently, although he's practically snoring. You know how much he hates feeling like 'the life drains from his face' after a night out and how he will inevitably wake up with cold feet and dry eyes.

You admire his sleeping form, his long lashes shifting as his eyes peacefully drift in his sleep. You plant a kiss on his forehead before heading out to the kitchen to get him painkillers and a glass of water, knowing he'll need them. You also leave the toilet light on, letting it glow under the door so when he does inevitably get up for one last heave into the bowl, he'll be able to find his way in the dark.

You get into bed, worrying about what is to come from the team tomorrow, now knowing the two of you are together, and how you'll have to explain yourselves to Strauss and inevitably an internal review board or three. But as you look once more at Aaron's peaceful face, you notice that even after three hours of karaoke and dancing his heart out, he looks more rested and relaxed than he has in the years you'd known him. His frown lines making way for smile lines, and all of his walls he built around himself making room for one more. You know the two of you will be able to face whatever may be thrown your way.

As you look at the toilet light cascading under the door, illuminating the fibres of your plush carpeted room, you realise Aaron is your guiding light as well. That you wouldn't know home without him.

#i'm sorry guys i might be reposting a lot of old stuff like this that you've seen before but im just making it more accessible #please bear with me #rome’s wonderful moots! <3 #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #hotch x gn!reader #hotch x gender neutral reader #drunk!hotch #the amazing morgan!

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stazvlt · 10 months

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Light Novel Drarry strikes again!! Inspired by all of those really long japanese light novel title and my weird urge to draw laundry machine. Just imagine the plot is really revolving around this one laundry place in non magical world. With a Tired Harry and Weirdly Persistent Draco trying to ask Harry to help with One thing that only Harry can do.

#digital art #artists on tumblr #harry potter #drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy #harry potter fanart #illustration #this is very random #but also very specific kind of thing #please bear with me #laundry #the laundry tag is important because the story revolved around that silly machine #thank you for listening

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ya-zz · 3 months

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Ramattra/Zenyatta Drabble

"Do you ever wonder what the world would be like if you never existed?"

"What?" He stops typing, optics looking over at you.

You don't say anything, locking eyes with him and Ramattra turns his body to face you.

"Are you okay?" Zenyatta chimes in.

"Not exactly." You admit.

"Would you care to talk?" The smaller omnic sits beside you.

You hesitate, looking down at your hands. "Look at me... If I was stronger I wouldn't be in this state. I wouldn't be so messed up... If I wasn't here, I wouldn't have been attacked."

"What happened was not your fault." Ramattra states.

"No- But it feels like it."

"It happened seven years ago." Zenyatta places a hand on your shoulder.

"And I still remember it like it happened the other day. What he did to me... everything he said and did. The pain and screams-"

"Yet here you are. Surviving." Ramattra leans in and places a hand atop yours. "You are strong. You have people beside you who want to help you."

"I know! I know... Everyone says that."

"We mean it." The smaller omnic rubs the small of your back. "You have us. You have them."

"We have you." The taller omnic rubs the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. "You have survived your hardest days without help, let us help you now."

Zenyatta wipes the tears that fell down your cheeks before wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you to his chest.

Ramattra repeats his previous words, holding the opposite side of your body so that you're sandwiched between both omnics.

"Let us help you now."

#overwatch #ramattra #zenyatta #ramattra x reader #zenyatta x reader #ramattra drabble #zenyatta drabble #yazzfics #february is a rough month for me #please bear with me

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heartbreakprincewille · 1 year

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You know it's true love when Simon ditched "Mr. brings pizza and cola every date" Marcus for "Mr. hauls THE driest sandwiches known to Scandanavia in Simon's lap" Wille 😍

#for legal reasons this is a joke #please bear with me #young royals #wilmon #simon eriksson #prince wilhelm

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wilchur · 1 year

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Rinse and repeat every day because John is a coward and Arthur is terminally oblivious. (based on this screenshot I took)

#i am currently incapable of producing anything of value #trying to draw makes me want to crack my skull open #please bear with me #john marston #arthur morgan #morston #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #my art

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void-wolfie · 1 year

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Welcome

Not the best writer, but I need an outlet for all my ideas :)

Important:

*Warning, some of my content contains mature themes, viewer discretion is advised.

*DMs / Asks / Requests are open (rules: none, just be polite).

*Requests are always open however I'm a bit backed up at the moment so please bear with me.

About Me:

Call me Ari (Void or Wolfie also work), she/her, 20, queer, one hell of a hot mess. Always open to talking to new people and if you have any questions feel free to reach out.

*If I don't respond to your comments/reblogs/tags etc, it's just the anxiety holding me hostage... I love seeing and reading all your comments... Don't be afraid to share your opinions y'all :)

Masterlist

Jenna Ortega

The Moon and Saturn

Music to My Ears

Music to My Ears 2

Puppy Love

En Garde!

Inhale

Memorial Day

We Had Matching Wounds. Mine's Still Black and Bruised.

Falling Head First

How'd You Do That?

you drew stars around my scars

it's not about dinner

family ties

Insomnia

i love you. i support you.

Paper Rings

Carving Commotion

it's hard when I hate myself.

heartbeat

forty-five days

Other

Look At The Stars. Look How They Shine For You. - Tara Carpenter x Reader

Seventy-Two - Tara Carpenter x Reader

Daddy Issues - Samantha Carpenter x Reader

poison - short / drabble - wednesday addams x fem!reader

#my tags are a bit of a mess #please bear with me #masterlist #void-wolfie #all my writing has the 'void-wolfie' tag and that's probably the easiest way to binge read my fics

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plague-ridden-rat · 2 months

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The world is hers y’know

#doodle dump #my art #hatsune miku #miku #vocaloid #i really want to get over my fear of doing fanart this year #please bear with me #:’)))

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my-own-walker · 1 year

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summary: the uh…sm*t for this post. I’ve seriously never done this before. it may suck. using this as a challenge for myself as a writer 😅

warnings: smut, ya know, alla that stuff

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It was almost in an instant that small kisses led to more and more passionate ones. His breath became heavy and uneven as he repositioned himself to face me better. I crawled onto his lap.

I was straddling his legs, my body facing his, leaving my chest at his eye level. I held his face with both hands and continued kissing him, so as to say 'Don't stop.'

With his face below mine I felt I had more control. So much so that when his hands reached to pull my shirt over my head, I didn't object. He discarded it sloppily behind me and separated his mouth from mine.

‘Okay?’ he asked. I nodded and giggled.

I looked down into his deep brown eyes for a moment. His gaze met mine and he laughed. His grin made my insides melt. Ragged breaths fell out of both of our mouths as we looked into each other’s eyes. I was entranced by his beauty. It wasn’t long before I needed to taste more. And it seemed that he agreed.

Before I knew it we were making out again. I ran my hands through his curly hair and pulled. Just enough tension without hurting him. An old trick I learned some time ago. He let out a gentle moan and turned his attention to my neck, peppering kisses all the way down to my chest.

The feeling of his lips on my breasts gave me goosebumps. He was mindful of keeping things respectful. As soon as his hands reached to unhook my bra, he stopped.

Instead, he pulled away and I whined. He began fumbling with the hem of his own shirt, trying to get it off. He was shaking.

‘Gotta keep things fair,’ he quipped.

I looked down grabbed the bottom hem, pulling his shirt over his head and pushing him into a laying position on the bed.

But he quickly began to make his way on top of me, kissing me down my arms and stomach in the process, gently maneuvering me onto my back. He needed control, and I was willing to give him that.

‘You are so fucking beautiful,' he breathed as he looked down at my form.

I wasn’t even naked but I suddenly felt it. His undivided attention was on my body. It was too much to bear.

‘Shut up and fuck me,’ I laughed. I have no idea where that came from, by the way. Probably the tequila.

‘Don’t mind if I do,’ he whispered. So intensely it was almost a growl.

His hands practically flew down to the button of his pants. I started to do the same and he put his hands over mine.

‘No. I’ll do it,’ he breathed.

After tugging his own pants off in one smooth motion, he returned his hands to my body, feeling for the waistband of my skirt. Man I picked the wrong day to wear tights.

He tugged both layers off me, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He stopped to admire me once again. Thank god I picked a matching set tonight. He ran his fingers over my soft stomach, making me tremble. I sat up slightly to meet his mouth, kissing him more passionately than before.

After his shaky hands struggled to get my bra unhooked, he let me help him. Before I knew it my underwear was across the room and his head was positioned between my legs.

He looked up shyly. ‘Okay?’ he asked.

‘Yes. Please,’ I panted.

His lips first made contact with my inner thigh. Warmth immediately spread within my core. I hadn’t felt this way in a while.

His tongue met my inside and it was over. I forgot about everything but the feeling of his tongue on me. His skin on my skin. The rest of the world disappeared.

A feeling unlike anything else grew inside me. It started slowly and gradually became more intense. I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure. He separated his mouth from me and replaced his tongue with his fingers. I was powerless to his touch.

‘Please don’t stop’ I managed. So he thrust his fingers in harder. Another uncontrollable moan escaped my lips. Then another.

‘Don’t come yet, baby. Not yet,’ he said, removing his fingers from me.

It was then I noticed his uh- rather big- erection. Resting his weight on both his hands on either side of me, he positioned himself to enter me.

Even though I was expecting it, I jumped at the contact. The entrance.

‘Okay?’ he confirmed once again.

I nodded feverishly. I bucked my hips and moaned, feeling the full length of him inside me. I screwed my eyes shut and moaned again. He began to thrust, slowly at first.

When I opened my eyes, there he was. In all his beauty. I couldn’t help but grab him by his neck and force him to kiss me. He didn’t object, moaning loudly into my mouth.

His thrusting became faster and more primal, more grunts escaped his lips. My moans became louder as well. But then he was gone. He pulled out just before we could both come. Cheeky fucking bastard.

‘Get on top?’ he suggested.

With that, I pushed him down onto his back. Rather rougher than I expected, to be honest. I placed my palms on his shoulders and slid his cock into me. His warmth re-entering my core.

He whined. His hands gripping my hips tightly as I began to maneuver myself on top of him. I moved my right hand to his hair, pulling it ever so slightly.

There was nothing like this. With a final, animalistic moan, I came. Not soon after, so did he.

I tore myself away from him. Panting and exhausted. Our ragged breaths filled the room. We laid side by side. In mutual bliss. Catching our breath.

Evan sat up next to me, looking at my face and smiling. I laughed. How the fuck did that just happen? I thought.

‘You really are so fucking pretty,’ he stated, putting a hand over his mouth. He flopped down dramatically and sighed. ‘So beautiful.’

‘Hey, you’re not too bad yourself,’ I replied, coyly.

‘Oh get the fuck over here,’ he laughed, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me into him. I rested my head on his chest and continued to breathe heavily. We laid in silence.

I stayed awake, listening to his breathing even out. It was entrancing. I was too wired to possibly sleep.

‘Wanna go again?’ he asked, startling me.

‘Fuck, I thought you were asleep’ I laughed.

‘Is that a no…or-‘ he was promptly silenced by my lips meeting his.

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All I can say is I promise I’ve had sex, LMAO. Despite what my writing suggests, I know what sex is, I just can’t describe it well haha. Plus, I’m a fucking prude. This was way out of my comfort zone. I hope you all found SOME enjoyment in this. Definitely won’t be quitting my day job. Only up from here, I guess…

#evan peters #jimmy darling #james patrick march #kit walker #kai anderson #tate langdon #evan peters x female reader #evan peters fic #evan peters x reader #evan peters oneshot #evan peters smut #please bear with me

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