#sorry this wasn't fluffy

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

mods asleep post dragon Wally

#it was only a matter of time before i gave in #ALSO IM SORRY I HATE GIVING DRAGONS HAIR BUT NOTHING ELSE WORKED #ig we can have a pompodour having muppet dragon. as a treat #he gives me... medieval dragon art vibes #which is acceptable medieval dragon art fucks #hes just a fluffy lil guy #welcome home #welcome home wally #scribble salad #welcome home puppet show #i wasn't gonna give him wings but then i realized i could Make Them Rainbow #and how could i not??? #i made them too small tho #OR DID I #he was gonna be flightless... he could still be flightless with wings... #this makes me want to turn everyone else into dragons but thats gonna take some serious mental gymnastics #especially for characters like frank and howdy #julie'd be easy tho. and i already scribbled a satisfactory barnaby... #into the rabbit hole i go.

[planet-dusk]

felix wanting to have a baby with you and then getting emotional after you agree?

"are you sure you love me like that?" "i can't believe how lucky I am" and then proceeding sweetly, holding you so close through it.

slow deep thrusts, face all flushed, heat radiating from his ears, whispering cute things into your ear??? stroking your hair??? cupping your face in his hands 🥹

I DON'T KNOW SOUNDS SO FELIX CODED 😭

i can see felix being all lovey dovey with you until the pleasure becomes too much and he snaps n fucks you relentlessly to put a baby in you 😵‍💫 imagine his low voice growling in your ear abt how he's going to knock you up and make you his forever 😵‍💫

#answered #anonymous #i know my guidelines say no pregnancy/children but these men got me feeling some kind of way lately ngl #im sorry this wasn't as fluffy as your ask.. he can be sweet but i want him to be filthy w it

[do-it-for-the-fandom]

Fic prompt: 2x18, Castle is giving Beckett his clothes to sleep in/seeing her wear it for the first time

He sat in the kitchen, hands wrapped around the glass of water he had poured - almost twenty minutes ago - but hadn't sipped from: not even once.

It was more of a prop, really. Something he could touch to anchor himself to reality.

He should be in bed. Asleep. Dreaming peacefully of... well, anything. But every time he closed his eyes he saw it again: the flames; the thick, billowing smoke; her tiny frame all battered and curled up in the tub.

Guilt settled heavily in his chest.

He had put a target on her back. She assured him that she placed no blame on his shoulders, but he did. He had created the perfect target for this psychopath and she had almost paid the ultimate price.

Oh God, he really did not want to think about how close he had come to never seeing her again.

His eyes wandered toward the staircase as he briefly wondered just how inappropriate it would be for him to sneak upstairs to check on her.

Turning back to his glass of water, he shook off that idea. The last thing he needed was to get himself shot because the already frazzled detective woke to a figure lurking over her in the dark.

She's okay, he reminded himself. She had a bed to sleep in, a roof over her head and people who care for her here if she needs to talk. He knew that he had done everything he could.

Still, he wanted to do more. He wanted to completely erase the damage of the past 48 hours. Hell, he'd erase the past year - any trace of himself, of Nikki Heat - from her life it that would make the guilt subside.

"Hey."

The soft rasp of her voice pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up to see her standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"Beckett, hi." He released his grip of the glass as he straightened his back and stood tall. "Everything okay?"

His eyes searched her, looking for any sign of distress. The clothes he had given her to sleep in - one of his favourite cotton tees and an old pair of grey sweats - were baggy, almost comically so. She looked so delicate, so fragile in them.

But apart from swimming in his clothing, the tiny cut that was barely visible in her hairline and her bandaged wrist, she looked fine.

She's okay, he reminded himself once more for good measure.

She looked down at his too-big, burgundy shirt.

"Not my best look," she said, looking back at him with a smile.

He mustered a weak smile; for her. "I think it suits you."

Her smile faded with his words. "It's not your fault, Castle."

Despite his best efforts, he never was able to hide from her. He shook his head, forced his smile to be real.

"Can't sleep?" he asked.

"Just need some water." She walked into the kitchen and pulled a glass from the overhead cabinet, filling it with water from the tap. "Throat's a bit dry."

"Yeah." He let out a huff of air, turned back to his untouched glass of room temperature water. "Fire will do that," he mused absentmindedly.

He could feel her eyes on him, her presence lingering in the silence until suddenly she came into his line of vision, leaning against the counter just as he had been before. She jerked her elbow to the side, tapping it gently to his arm to gain his attention.

"You doing okay?" she asked once his eyes were back on hers. "You would have inhaled-"

"I'm fine."

She rolled her eyes. "You don't have to pretend. You ran into a burning building to save me; and even heroes suffer from smoke inhalation."

"I wasn't trying to be the hero." He shifted, his entire body turning toward her; fast. "I-"

She moved, too; her back ramrod straight as she stared into his eyes, hovered just inches from him.

"You what?" she whispered urging him to continue, to say whatever it was that needed to be said.

He looked down, fingers tangled in the excess material of his shirt that had completely enveloped her.

Was she always so small?

So vulnerable?

So beautifully human: capable of bruising, of breaking, of dying because of him.

He closed his eyes and tried to force that thought from his mind, but he couldn't. The memories just kept replaying.

The flames, the smoke, her body.

She's alive.

The trickle of blood down her forehead, the wince as she stepped from the tub and into his arms, the fear in her eyes when Shaw had tried to pull her from the case; the one thing she had left.

She's alive.

The quiet moment of reflection as she wiped soot from her mother's ring, her too-steady-he-knew-it-was-forced voice as she called out "has anyone seen my father's watch?" and the poorly veiled helplessness behind her joke about insurance covering the cost of dry-cleaning.

Her world had been thrown off axis. How was she keeping it together? How was she worried about him? Why was she so willing to let him off the hook for this?

But, she's alive.

"I'm so sorry, Kate." He leant closer and pressed his lips to her forehead, careful to avoid her injury. "I'll shake it off eventually. Just not tonight."

He stepped back, grabbed his glass of water from the bench and retreated to his bedroom, hidden from her studying eyes, where he could dwell and wallow and chastise himself and she wouldn't feel any sort of unnecessary guilt.

Because he had meant what he said: he would shake it off, eventually.

Just not tonight.

#anon prompt #sorry anon this probably wasn't what you were after #but this is what you get #I did start it thinking it would be more... light and fluffy #my bad #my drabbles #kate beckett #Castle fanfic #richard castle

[jesuiscenseedormir]

You came? / You called.

but it's about phone sex?

not even phone sex initially. maybe voicemail. from eddie. because buck was already half hard and about to get rid of his underwear when eddie called so he let it rang. decided it'd be better to call back later without his hand around his dick. but eddie left a voicemail. and buck can't stop thinking about eddie. not in the fantasy inducing way but concern and what-ifs inducing way. so buck pauses what he's doing to listen to the voicemail. expect there's no emergency eddie was just bored and in a chatty mood apparently. he's doing housechores and complaining about last night pta reunion and at some point lets out a obscene moan. ok no. objectivaly it was a frustrated groan but buck's dick twitched as if it was. there's no emergency. buck can stop listening. he should he really should. but then eddie laughs and buck's hand is moving again. and oh. this is gonna end way faster then anticipated. he's gonna feel so bad about this. but guilt is a futur buck problem. a very near futur because he's so close and his phone is so close to his face that he ends up cheek dialing eddie without realizing. eddie answers almost immediately. buck doesn't register that it's not the voicemail anymore and cries out eddie's name in response to eddie calling his name. he's just lying there, panting, looking at his celling, and the guilt is definitely settling in because wtf was that. if only it was only that. eddie's tiny voice coming from his phone is like a cold shower. buck apologizes. eddie reassures. turns into actual phone sex.

#sorry I wasn't in a fluffy mood apparently #3am smutty rambling #🌻

[i-prefer-west-side]

ONE DAY AT A TIME

“What’s that?”

Kate looks up, then follows his gaze to her hip. Her lips lift in a wistful smile as she traces a finger along the delicate script. “My dad has one too, on his chest. Over his heart,” she adds. “It’s my mom’s writing.”

Rick’s eyes soften, but he doesn’t say anything, just waits for her to continue. The silent encouragement in his eyes emboldens her, as it always does, to share pieces of herself that she rarely shares with anyone.

“He’d been sober for a year, I’d just started going to therapy. My mom’s case was my own addiction, and Dad getting clean inspired me. But it was tough. It was really hard, for both of us. I was going through some old cards and letters, and I found one from my freshman year at Stanford.”

Her eyes water, but her tears don’t fall, not as much as they used to.

“I was super homesick. Stanford was my dream school, but I had no idea that being across the country would be so hard, so I told her I wanted to come home. She wrote me this letter, encouraging me to stay, told me to take it one day at a time. I did, and I stayed. Well, until I had to come home after..." She trails off, takes a deep, settling breath.

“Anyway,” she continues, “I shared it with Dad, told him I was going to get a tattoo. He did, too. Never thought I’d see the day that my dad would get a tattoo,” she adds with a chuckle. “But he did. So it’s a reminder. Mom’s encouragement, with me all the time.”

Rick’s fingers drift across her skin, following the path of the letters. “One day at a time,” he repeats, his voice thick with emotion. He leans forward and presses his lips to the words, then lifts his gaze to hers. “Thank you for sharing.”

She cups his jaw in her hands, bends down to kiss him.

They don’t talk for a long time.

#castle fanfic #fluffy friday #season 5 #I'm sorry #I know it's kinda sad #in my defense #it wasn't my idea

[melonymint753]

people who claim to love murder girlies and then hate on Pieri need to get their license revoked. Really hella rich coming from the "everyone is a war criminal" fandom to single out someone for doing it in a less palatable way

#sorry I'm still not over jumping into a Marnie love post just so see people going “yeah she's sooo much better than Pieri” #they're not even the same trope (murder girlie vs fluffy brat) #had to mute my notifs for days bc OP assumed I also don't like her in their reply to me #like wtf the post wasn't even about her. Care to you know. *Check* if someone has the same dislikes as you before going in?? #fire emblem fates

[moeblob]

What's your favorite color? I wanna dye my hair

I'm terrified to answer this because it feels like you're giving me a lot of power even if you don't go with what I say.

But currently! My favorite color is blue I think! I tried to dye my hair blue once and it did not stick sadly so I had to change and do a kinda reddish color which did stick. If I could dye my hair blue, I would. But it didn't work in the past and just wasted a lot of time and money.

#moe talks a lot #not art #anon im sorry in my tastes idk man #my fave color changes a bit ahaha.... for a while i really liked green ? #but right now i think my fave is blue ! love me some blue #i am in a giant fluffy blue plaid comfy and i take great delight in wearing it #i have another comfy that is not plaid but is still blue #i would love to dye my hair again ...... #i think my fave hair dye thing i ever did was when i got my hair short on the sides (not a buzz but just short) #and then longer on top... and then died the longer portion blonde #it wasn't super long either but like longer than the sides

[prettyeyesnof4ce]

Spicy

You patch up a wound on Elektra's stomach

It would be inherently intimate ngl.

Elektra tries her best to cover up how the gash in her side makes her feel, but when you witness her expression once she lifts her shirt off of it, it tells you everything. You rush to her aid and urge her to get comfortable in her seat, for you'd handle this.

You're on your knees, staring up at her while you inspect and clean the wound. Her blood is getting on your hands, not to mention dirtying her skin, but the alcohol solution makes sure its all gone. And with the blood disappearing, you can go back to admiring her from down below. You question how she can remain effortlessly gorgeous despite the predicament. A couple strands of her messy tied up hair come down to frame her now calmer face. You feel sick to think that you want this moment to last forever, cause you've got her so close and vulnerable.

#sorry if this wasn't spicy but rather fluffy #elektra #elektra natchios x reader #daredevil fanfiction #scythe rambles #scy gets anons

[septemberrie]

Hello :) I don't know if you still take requests, but if you do can I request some Riventrix fluff (perhaps even hurt/comfort if you are comfortable with that)?

She's seen it's him; he knows by the way she flings open the door, her eyes flashing with anger until she sees the hand clutched to his side, the way he's hunched over nearly double, the grimace that he can't even arrange to look guilty.

"I didn't know where else to go," he grits out.

She stares at him for a long second, long enough that he already starts bracing himself for the long walk back to solitude, back to his own cold and empty bed.

But then she rolls her eyes, pursing those cherry-red lips he's no longer allowed to touch, and opens the door wider. He doesn't miss, though, that before her expression hardens into begrudging concern there's a brief flash of pure, unadulterated affection.

She doesn't say it in words, just in the way she busies herself with her roommate's dirty laundry to use as a rag, the tea she warms for him, the silence in which she doesn't pry, she just sits with him. She doesn't say it in words, but he hears it all the same. He can always come back.

#riventrix #fate ask games #ask games #sorry this wasn't super fluffy! i'm glad you included h/c in the prompts

[fluffystuffies]

Hi um not to bother you but-

Heres loliheart

My oc

Gotta say Sage, your OC here is. . .LOVEly.

. . .

pathetic knee slap

In all seriousness, I love them! This was a lot of fun! :D

#fluffy draws #i think i just love lolipop characters #i also wasn't sure if the pink lines were nail polish or paws so i just made the hands basic #sorry if it was nail polish-

[roguesenses]

©/® whichever Izuku wants!!

fluffy starter (not accepting) - send me "©" for my muse to hug yours.

He had trouble breathing again, even though that battlefield had been long left behind.

"We are okay," Izuku eventfully choked out the words he had prepared for months now, eyes curved in a smile despite the tremble in his voice. Every day he sat beside this bed with that sentence on the tip of his tongue, just waiting for Katsuki to wake up so he could say it. "You are alive and so am I. That was one heck of a difficult battle, Kacchan, but we won!"

He placed both of his hands on Katsuki's shoulders, not daring to apply any pressure in case anything was to rip open. "Don't try to get up yet, you still need to rest." Many were hurt, but Katsuki's injuries were on another level of terrible - they nearly put him in the grave, or actually, did put him there briefly and everyone had to fight tooth and nail to get him back.

"Back down now please." Izuku gently laid the other back to rest against the propped-up pillows. He followed Katsuki down, too, without even realizing that he did - Izuku draped his arms over the blond's shoulders and carefully latched his own hands together to form a loop. It was a hug that was long overdue and light as a feather.

Thank you for waking up.

#bnha spoilers #how long do i have to wait before this scene happens in the manga #detonizing #plz i am dyin #sorry this wasn't fluffy was it? #these days i write crack for people sending dark prompts #and sad for people wanting fluff #muffin is evil

[meme-streets]

you are all so lucky there aren’t a lot of pictures of warren zevon on this webbed site because if there were i would be thirst reblogging them

#if i wasn't so scared of screwing up photo credits i would be posting them myself #sorry for a thinking a man with fluffy hair and big round glasses is hot. as if it's my fault

[protect-namine]

when I think I can't love albedo kreideprinz genshin impact even more, I remember that he wears stockings and I just love him even more for that

#mine musings #liveblogging genshin #sorry he doesn't have a last name so he gets the [name] [media] format #anyway he can get away with his knee high boots + stockings + shorts on a cold mountain #and the chains in his outfit clinks when you walk... #and his fluffy hair (that got nerfed in the game but we know what his official art looks like) #man. it really feels weird not to have a dragonspine event this december #i've been on such a journey with albedo like... his patch is the reason i got into genshin #and he was my first five star character #i mean i played before v1.1 but didn't really get into it until dragonspine (i missed unreconciled stars lol) #i still remember i was exploring jueyun karst and decided to try thr new banner (i didn't even know how the banners worked lmao) #and i got him?? and i was kinda neutral but i liked his design. and then i discovered dragonspine and i was !!!! #so in love with the lore and the map. like i really followed the mond expedition and sal vind lore and durin and albedo #albedo genshin impact you will always be my favorite #wow i wasn't expecting a tags essay on this... i just wanted to appreciate the fact that he wears stockings................. #remember that one official art where they didn't give him stockings and we were all just ????? sir what happened ????? #i guess it's hotter in mond so he doesn't have to wear it #bringing out the victorian attraction like a man who glimpsed a maiden's ankle.......

[candyriku]

I am realizing now that all three of my fics uh. Involve Sora having an Affliction of some kind, with it being the main focus of the Knight/Prince au fic specifically. Um. That was not intentional. I think it comes from a place of my own experience with chronic illness and disability. I promise I will try to move away from that concept with future fics, lol.

#pluffie talks #to be fair. in the knight/prince au sora may be sick but he ends up taking care of riku (onscreen at least) #and in hhu um. Sora is just Doomed so it has to be that way #and in jtsys it wasn't even intentional! So #i promise i'm not weird about this lol #I like the concept of Sora taking care of Riku probably even more than Riku taking care of Sora... HOWEVER #i can't deny that Riku taking care of Sora is a very Soft Riku which I love #but lord does it take its toll on him. so much worry trapped in one person. Sora should stop being sick (4head) #as i'm typing these tags the term “sickfic” has popped into my head. i forgot that was a thing #DO I HAVE TO UPDATE MY FIC TAGS AGAIN NOOOOOO #does anyone... does anyone remember when I thought jtsys would be a deep character study on sora's depression #i had no fucking clue what i was doing at all when I advertised it like that. and i'm sorry if anyone thought they were getting that #it uh. #it went other places. it's too fluffy now. sora is just chillin in jtsys

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Deer in headlight ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : You've been in the hotel for a while now yet one mistery you never uncovered, where that ears atop his head or hair? So you made it your mission to touch them and figure out if they are indeed ears.. and maybe a discover a matching tail to the ears?

Pairing : Alastor x Reader

Word count : 3025 Words

Genre : Fluff, Slightly suggestive near the end

Warnings ➵ Possessive and out of character Alastor

Part 2 -> < Like a deer in headlight >

a/n : I wanna pat his head and ears so badly, they look so fluffy and when they move around and are pressed to his head? I'm crying-

Also I wasn't able to find that scene as a gif so I made it myself `^` Why that scene? Bcs his ears layed back on his head look absolutely adorable!

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It's bugging you. Keeping a watching gaze on those fluffs atop a certain red-haired head, while you sat at the bar beside Angel who was in a conversation with Huskers, which you don't pay any more attention to. You were drawn in by the man sitting on the couch so carelessly while reading a newspaper.

They had to be ears right? They did move depending on his mood, even if not a lot.. But maybe it was also just his hair and not ears? If it were ears did he also have a tail? Ears and tail would make sense, seeing how he from time to time had smaller or bigger antlers atop his head, especially the big ones in his demon form.

"Are you even listening sweets?" Angels face appeared in front of your own now, twitching together a slight bit of surprise, your head turns to the two demons now and away from a certain deer demon. "Sorry.. I was spacing out a slight bit." You apologize to Angel now, Husk raising an eyebrow as he and Angel had noticed where your attention was diverted to. "Figured sweets, looked like you were eating smiles up with you eyes." Angel sends you a smirk, but you immediately start to shake your head, this wasn't what Angel was having on his mind right now. "I was wondering.. are those ears?" A gasp could be heard from Husk, Angel looking over his shoulder now to analyze Alastor's ears. The white spider was humming a bit, as he was debating whether they were ears or not, but Husker was already looking at you bewildered. "Don't even dare try anything, the last person to try and touch them was dead before they even got close." Now this was beginning to sound interesting, was Alastor this strange about it? If it was hair he wouldn't mind that much right? Well aside from the fact that he overall didn't enjoy being touched if it didn't come from his side or was allowed by him. But if they were ears.. were they sensitive? Was that why he didn't want anyone to touch them and.. did he have a matching tail? A cute little fluff of a deer tail?

Husk saw the gears in your head turning and speeding up, he grabbed both your cheeks as he turned your face to his, his eye staring into yours. "Don't you dare think about anything stupid, do you hear me?" Rolling your eyes, you pushed his hands away. Even though he was grumpy most of the time, you and Husk liked the company of one another, you two were quite good friends by now, so it made you a bit happy how he warned you and worried. But.. it was just thrilling to know, too noisy for your own good. "He won't kill me Husk, I'm his favorite!" Jumping from your seat, Husk lets out a groan, as you stride over to Alastor who is still busy reading the newspaper.

"Alastor! I got a question!" Jumping on the couch beside Alastor, you turn your body to him fully, one leg under you as your arm rests on the backside of the couch. Folding his newspaper together again, he lays it on the coffee table before looking at you. "Well of course my dear, go on ahead and ask whatever your heart desires to know!" He was talking and acting like a gentleman, giving you his full attention the second you addressed him and sat down beside him. "I was wondering for a while.. are those ears or is that your hair?" You were now pointing at his head, a smile still evident on his face, yet it somehow strained the slightest bit with irritation at your question. Huskers in the back was probably already fearing for your life. "Oh my dearest what a straightforward question, but I do fear I cannot answer you this. But do not worry your pretty little mind, maybe someday you will know." A soft pat was on your head, as the radio demon got up and made his way who knows where in quick strides.

"Oh no.. I know that face." Huskers was going crazy right now, the face you were making was one he knew oh so well, one that screamed > the game is on, I will win <. You were going to make this a game for sure, Husker was just praying the hotel would not be destroyed afterward.

The first thing now was to figure out if they really were ears, because if they were, you were so going to extant this self-proclaimed game of yours, to touching them.

"Oh Niffty my darling!" Shouting for the little psycho now, she jumps out of a room, a roach stuck on her little needle-like knife. She was a strange one no one understood, but still lovely and.. quite close to Alastor. "Niffty my dearest, you're very close to Alastor right? Do tell me, are those atop his head ears? Of course, you will get paid too for your information." Holding up a bag of alive insects and roaches, how you got them? Rather not ask, it was annoying and disgusting. Niffty was almost in an instant reaching for the bag, but you pulled it out of reach for her, reminding her what you wanted in return. "He told me how that part was sensitive and I should be careful, never told me if they were ears or not, but they have been pressed to his head a few single times when really irritated.. Now give me the bag!" Snatching the bag from you and running off with maniac-like laughter, she was crazy for sure. But did give you very useful information. Knowing the fact that he said they were sensitive, it makes you even more sure they were ears and pressed to his head when irritated? Yes, ears for sure.

Thats one check-point on your list done, now to the harder part touching them.. and figuring out if he has a tail too before he kills you for touching the ears!

Retreating to your room for now, you get out a notebook and scribble down some ideas of plans on how to touch them, but none of them seem really clever, so your notebook is quickly thrown against the wall out of frustration. A knock echoed through your room shortly after. "I heard a thump and wanted to make sure you were okay, you seem stressed.." Charlie entered your room, as you just slumped back against your pillows. Explaining to her what was bothering you, how you confirmed your theory that Alastor indeed has ears, but that you're now lost at how to be able to touch them. "You could just ask him! I'm sure a quick touch won't bother him!" Charlie was right.. If you would only take a second to touch them, just to feel them, he would agree, right? Thanking Charlie, you quickly make your way to Alastor's radio tower, this time of day he was usually busy writing his script for the following broadcast.

"Enter my dear!" His voice invited you, as he lifted his head to look at you. "What gives me the pleasure of your visit darling?" Pen still in his hand, his attention now on you though. Walking over to him, you look down at him, an unusual sight thinking of how he was normally taller than everyone and towering over them - well only exception might be Angel. "May I touch your ears? Just a second! I'll be quick!" Unnoticeable Alastor's eye twitched slightly from irritation, this topic again, you were not going to let it go, were you? "My dearest, I think I already told you to leave it, beside I never confirmed nor denied if your suspicions were correct." Head leaning on his palm now, as he was watching you, it was clear that if you were going to press on even further, he would get mad, but you didn't care. "I figured thanks to some information from someone, it won't be long! Just a soft touch! Just a second!" Now his eye twitched visibly, his hand raised and with a snap of his fingers, you were outside the door again, as you heard a click of the door being locked. Guess this didn't work.. Next plan.

Apparently, it would be harder than you thought to touch his ears. The first plan failed miserably. Currently, you are enjoying some tea with Rosie, maybe she could help you. Rosie was an old friend of Alastor, they were indeed quite close so perhaps? "Oh my dear, I have to disappoint you, our good Alastor hates getting them touched, he never let anyone near them and if, they were not able to talk about it afterward." So Rosie could also not help you, your ears peeking up now though as Rosie let out a thinking hum. "Perhaps, you could try and bribe him.. He does favor this one place in our town, it's rather expensive but, I can give in a good word for you, I do want to know how he reacts to you, his little darling touching them." Finally, some progress, though you didn't dare ask more about how Rosie had called you > his little darling < that would be for another time.

So with Rosie's help, you get his favorite meal for a good price as you make your way back to the hotel and immediately to Alastor's room. After knocking, his voice invites you in, which you gladly accept. "Oh, my dear Alastor! I got you food from your favorite place~!" In an almost sing-song voice, you announce that you got a meal for him. Now you finally saw it for the first time clearly, his ears perking up before his head turns to you with excitement. "Oh my dearest, you didn't have to!" As he was reaching out, just like before with Niffty, you pulled it out of his reach. "It wasn't cheap so.. how about as a thank you, you let me touch your ears?" The object of your current obsession now turned back, a slight scowl on Alastor's face, while still wearing his usual smile, though it was rather tight. "If that was all you wanted dearest please enjoy the meal yourself, I do not want it for those conditions." Was he for real right now? One you wouldn't eat this because.. it was in no way your preference and second you were only asking for a small touch. Rubbing them once, then you would, probably, never ask him ever again. Rolling your eyes, you push the food into his hands, you know he hasn't eaten yet, he tends to forget. "Eat it but don't think I will give up!" Storming out of his room now, his ears going back to normal, would you be behind him right now and his coat off, you would definitely see his little tail swishing from side to side.

Another failed attempt, your head now lying on Angels lap, as you both were bored in the foyer of the hotel. How could it be that no plan works? Was he despised by the idea of people touching his ears? Or maybe it hurt him? But then he wouldn't have allowed Niffty so many times to put stuff on his head and near his ears, like little self-made crowns or even flowers.

"Still no luck sweets? Maybe you should drop it, whiskers by now also absolutely going crazy worried about what your next plan will be." Angel was patting your head softly, running his fingers through your hair, your legs dangling off the side of the couch. "I really want to touch them, he just won't let me.." A small pout on your lips now, brows arched together in irritation. Over the last few days, you were breaking your head over what you could try next, but nothing really came to your mind. "Say, Angel.. your fluff is also a zone from your spidery traits, right? Would you let someone touch it?" Looking up at Angel now, he raised his eyebrows because you knew a lot of people were touching his fluff, but he figured out what you meant. "I would, because it doesn't do anything to me really, it barely tickles when someone goes too deep into it." It tickles? That was interesting, maybe Alastor's ears were also ticklish and that's why he didn't want them touched. To your surprise Angel pulled your hand to and into his fluff now, you never touched it like this. It was so soft, you bet Angel would make an amazing cuddle buddy. "See? It does nothing, but I know some others like me or smiles, who feel more on their animal traits, take whiskers for example, he wanted to cut off my hands the moment I yanked his tail once when I was drunk." You never knew that, that happened, interesting, you would definitely ask for more details of this story another time. Thinking about it now Husk would also probably not let you touch his ears or tail.

What you didn't notice was a certain demon sneaking into the hotel, watching you touch Angels fluff with stern eyes.

"Dearest!" Alastor was calling from behind you, as you made your way out of your room. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?" Alastor didn't say anything, but simply opened your door again and pushed you inside of your room, closing the door behind him. "Let's make a deal, you have to do something and in return I let you touch them." Your eyes sparking up now.. He was coming to you with a deal for touching his ears? And it wasn't for your soul?! This was probably the best day ever! "Sure whatever you want! Tell me! Now!" Your excitement couldn't be contained anymore.

"You are allowed to touch them once, in return you will never ever touch any other ones animal trait again." Huh? Your eyes blinked a few times as your brain registers his words. He asked you to never touch other's traits again? Did he mean because of you touching Angels fluff the other day? Did he see that? And why did it matter to him? Your brain was trying to puzzle together right now what this meant. "Wait.. I'm allowed to touch them once? No no no.. I'm allowed to touch them whenever I want, in return I won't touch others traits ever again." Holding your hand out with a determined expression now, Alastor's eye twitched again, but he still ended up shaking your hand, green lighting up from your hands for a second, but disappearing again after a second.

"Now.." A smirk played on your lips, as you took slow steps over to the demon, who was watching you closely. He lowered his head slightly for you to reach his head. Hands stopping an inch before his ears, fingers twitching to finally feel his ears. And finally all your advances and failed plans paid off. His ears were soft, the hair.. fur? On them soft, probably softer than his hair. They were rather warm, slightly moving against your fingers. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss against them, a gasp echoing from the demon they belonged to. Who knew all you had to do for him to agree was to slightly rile him up with jealousy?

"O-Okay! Enough!" Pulling back now, he was looking down at you again now. And what a sight he was right now. A sight you had never seen before. His face was bright red, as his ears stood tall in alert now, eyes wide and mouth despite smiling slightly agape by shock, probably of how much he actually liked it. "The deal was I could touch them whenever I wanted!" Looking at him with the best pout you could muster up now. Eye squinting a slight bit at you, before he could react, you grabbed his coat by the front, pulling him to your bed. "I will enjoy this now for as long as I want, I waited weeks and after all these failed attempts!" Fingers back on his ears now, softly running them over the fur, a cateful tug on them had the radio demon himself gasping, before biting his lip while trying to retain his signature smile. Wondering just how far you could go with this, till he might even pass out.

After hours, you finally stopped down to softly patting his hair, running your fingers through his hair. Leaning against the headboard, Alastor rested his head on your shoulder, visibly tired from you toying with his ears, now enjoying the contrast of your soft pats on his head.

"Does it feel weird? Or hurt?" Looking down at him now, you didn't even think of asking if it hurt him. Chuckling at how you're worrying for him now after hours of playing and patting his ears. "Do not worry your pretty little head love, I was so opposed to it because it's quite the opposite. It feels good, too good even sometimes." That explains his reactions a lot, his breath was rather hard when you were playing with them, and his face was crimson red at some point. If someone barged in to see him like this, they would have probably been dead by now. "Makes sense so.. do you have a matching tail?" At that his body tenses up, oh how you loved teasing him. But before you could take a peak under his coat, he was up on his feet and out of the room. This would be a fun new mission.

Angel couldn't help but cackle at the way Alastor stormed through the foyer and out of the hotel, absolutely disheveled. Husker just let out a breath when you joined them at the bar, though it stocked again when you told them of your newest plan of the radio demon and his deer tail. The radio demon probably already dreading your attempts and how he knew, he would in the end enjoy this just as much as he enjoyed you patting his ears.

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I'm not saying everyone needs to like RWRB; I thought it was cute for what it was, but I get that it's not what a lot of people are wanting, okay. But I do have to giggle when the criticisms make it super clear you have no idea what it's even about.

"I don't care about two privileged white boys-" okay but it's actually a plot point that one of them isn't white and wasn't privileged in childhood? Like there's stuff to criticize in the book, I'm not saying there isn't! But some of these critiques are just making up a book to get mad at.

#also i really wish ppl would get better at differentiating between 'bad' and 'not what i was looking for' #it's not your cup of tea! that's fine! but my god calm down with the vitriol #sorry that the cute fluffy escapist love story wasn't the perfect ideal of representation you wanted #but in its defense i don't think it was intended to be