#siempreminta

[sweetlysheepish]

@siempreminta | surprise starter for Emily

"Hey, Emily!" A hand lifts to let Abel wave at her. "You busy? I was thinking about visiting the arcade today if you wanna come with."

[toranoya]

The mute hellhound entered I.M.P, looking around to see if she could find a secretary or employee to talk to. Spotting the bell, Tamara gave it a few rings as she waited patiently.

The sharp ding-a-ling of the bell cuts through the quiet hum of paperwork and frustrated muttering. Moxxie, brow furrowed as he blinks and looks up from the cluttered desk he’s been hunched over. With a sigh, he sets aside the forms—half-finished contracts and a rough sketch of something that might’ve been Loona’s idea of a “fun” client engagement plan.

“Coming!” he calls, voice already carrying the weight of too many to-do lists and not enough coffee. Straightening his vest, Moxxie walks out from the back office, adjusting his tie as he approaches the front.

He stops short when he sees the visitor.

A tall, unfamiliar hellhound stands at the desk. Still, polite as ever, he puts on a customer-ready smile. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. Can I help you with something? Need to speak to someone in particular or…?” he asks curiously, hands clasped in front of him.

[hazbinshusk]

husk x afab!reader. you're at the end of your rope; you haven't been able to sleep in three days and it's driving you insane. Laying in your bed staring at the ceiling for one more minute might kill you, so you drag yourself down into the staff lounge instead. And who do you find there but hell's favourite bartender, who might just be able to help. for @siempreminta. 1.4k.

prompt: I can't sleep. I've tried everything.

featuring: fluff, husk having inappropriate thoughts, references to sex.

Husk has a remarkable ability to take just about anything short of a surprise extermination in stride, sexual harassment from Hell’s favourite porn star notwithstanding.  So, when you wandered dejectedly into the newly built staff lounge and flop down onto one of the sofas, he doesn’t ask what’s wrong. No, he goes on nursing the bottle he’s being swigging from, and it’s kind of exactly why you decided this was a safe change of scenery from your bed.

You bury your face deep in the sofa cushion and miss the way Husk’s ears perk up at your entrance, at the way the corner of his mouth twitches upward when you groan pathetically into the couch. He still takes the time to sling back another few mouthfuls of paint thinner and pour another few fingers of it into an actual glass before he abandons the bottle and rounds the bar, approaching you on quiet feet.

“You good, kid?”

You groan again, voice muffled by the couch. “…No.”

Husk finds himself caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement, and he raises a brow when you don’t elaborate. “Y’know, unburdenin’ yourself to the bartender only works if ya… actually talk. I’m guessin’ that’s why you’re in here since you ain’t much of a drinker.”

You tilt your head enough to peek up at him with one eye, and Husk trains his expression into one of casual disinterest. “C’mon. You don’t wanna hear another person complaining about shit you don’t wanna fix, Husk.”

The bartender shrugs a shoulder, taking a sip of his bourbon. “Might. Depends on the one complainin’.”

You feel a smile touch your lips despite yourself, and you turn your head back into the couch cushion to hide it. “It’s not nearly exciting as what you get from Angel—”

“Thank fuckin’ Christ,” Husk interrupts with a snort. He clears his throat awkwardly in the next moment, telling himself that that particular reaction was due to him being tired of hearing about crazy, occasionally violent sex and not because the idea of hearing about you fucking someone else made his gut twist uncomfortably in a way he didn’t like to think about. “I jus’ mean… there’s only so many stories you can hear about all the ways a sex swing can malfunction before ya wanna take a bullet to the frontal lobe.”

You snort, still not raising your head. “And now I’m suddenly glad I’ve never tried one.”

Husk closes his eyes for a moment against the sudden image that statement conjures in his mind. Pictures of you suspended, legs spread invitingly, level with his…

He quickly banishes the thought with a hasty mouthful of bourbon, letting the liquid linger in his throat long enough to burn. He coughs slightly before speaking, his voice rough. “So, you got my ear. An’ my curiosity. Might as well use it.”

You push yourself up, turning to sit properly on the couch. You give him a dry, teasing look, and he forces his eyes not to dip down to your chest when he notices you aren’t wearing a bra under the tank top you have on. Instead, he keeps his gaze trained determinedly on your face, and he instead takes in the deep circles under your eyes. “You know what they say about cats and curiosity, Husk.”

“Can it,” he retorts, and you let a soft giggle slip past your lips despite yourself. He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly. “C’mon, kid. Out with it.”

You heave a sigh.

“I can’t sleep,” you admit. “I’ve tried everything.”

“That’s it?”

You feel a self-deprecating smile touch your lips. Your whole face feels fuzzy, and even though your eyelids droop, you know they won’t stay closed long. “I’ve barely slept in three days. Like, two… maybe three hours, tops. And if I have to face one more morning of Charlie’s insane brand of positivity like this, I might pitch myself off the roof tomorrow.”

“That bad, huh?” Husk says, and you nod. Your bottom lip curls in a pout, and the bartender, bites the inside of his cheek at the sight of it. He finishes his drink, and without it, he feels awkward standing there in front of you. Without anything else to do, he sets the glass on the coffee table and takes a seat beside you. He leaves about a foot between the two of you, and Christ, is he aware of it. “I probably got a whiskey back there that’d knock you out for a few hours. Though the hangover might kill ya.”

You scoff a laugh, letting your head fall back against the top of the sofa. You stare up at the ceiling as you try in vain to suppress a yawn. “The sad thing is, I’m actually tempted.”

“Christ, things are fuckin’ dire,” he drawls. Husk hesitates for a long moment, his sympathy for you warring with every other part of him that was screaming ‘no’. But there was that fucking pout again, and something in that cold stone of a heart of his had him talking before he even realised he’d opened his mouth. “C’mere.”

Your eyes snap open, and you look at him, confused. “What?”

Husk’s jaw ticks, and he fights back the urge to rub a paw over his face. “I—” he sighs heavily. “It’s fuckin’ stupid… somethin’ about cats are supposed to help ya sleep. It’s bullshit, and I ain’t—”

“You’d do that for me?”

Husk stops short at the soft words, the surprise in your question. You almost sound… touched. He swallows, then nods. His wings stretch slightly before resettling behind him, and he lifts an arm awkwardly in invitation.

You dither for a moment, uncertain, before you shift, scooting yourself closer to his side. Husk wraps his arm tentatively around your shoulders and you sink into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Husk’s posture is stiff at that first contact, but he feels you sigh as you sink into his soft fur, and he forces himself to relax. He exhales, long and slow, and you shift, tucking your cheek against his chest. You raise a hand cautiously, tentatively wrapping an arm around him, your hand resting on his stomach. You feel him twitch under the touch, and you move to withdraw your touch, an apology blooming on your lips.

“No,” Husk says softly, his paw catching your hand before you can pull it away. His hand eclipses yours, and he leads it back to the soft fur of his stomach. “’s okay… whole point is that you’re comfortable.”

“Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be,” you mutter.

Husk clears his throat as he feels your fingers curl in the fur there. Your nails just barely graze his stomach, and he closes his eyes at the touch, trying to ignore the heat it sends swirling through his belly, up into his chest, the back of his neck. “’m fine.”

As if to prove his point, a soft, rumbling purr sounds in his chest, just below your ear, and Husk swallows back a blush. You raise your head, eyes wide with disbelief. “Are you—”

“Don’t,” Husk says, embarrassed. “For the sake of the one fuckin’ crumb of pride I got left…”

You giggle, resting your head on his chest again. Your fingers start that slow rub of his fur again, and the purring grows louder. You close your eyes, and Husk tightens his arm around you slightly. “’kay.”

There’s a long, quiet stretch between the two of you, where you’re lulled by the beat of his heart and the rumbling in his chest. Husk lets his own eyes close, turns his head to rest his chin against the crown of your head. You’re so warm against him, and your fingers continue their slow caress against his stomach. He can feel them pause, then start again; it’s as though the further you drift from consciousness you keep restarting, as though you want to be touching him this way. You shift slightly against him, burying your face deeper into his chest.

“…Is this helpin’?” he murmurs, so quietly. “Or am I makin’ a fool of myself for nothin’?”

You don’t answer, your breathing deep and even as you finally sleep.

"Bit of both, then."

Husk allows himself a small smile and, ignoring every part of him that says he shouldn’t, presses a soft, fleeting kiss to your brow before he too, closes his eyes.

[presidentxddcc]

Pierrot was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, studying the constellations thay were decorated above him. He had been at the Digiral Circus for a few months now, and everyone seemed friendly (Jax of course was a bit of an ass), but one person stood at the forefront of his mind.

Pomni.

A sweet, small jester, with kind eyes and a kind soul. His heart would skip a beat whenever she was in his presence, butterflies in his stomach whenever she touched his hand.

He was utterly in love with her.

He secretly hoped that she would enter his room one night, and he could express to her how he felt.

Pomni has enjoyed Pierrot's company these months. The girl was so relieved that everyone, sans Jax, liked him. How could they not, though? He was so gentle, charming, lovely, adorable, handsome-

Oh wow, Pomni. Calm the heck down. He was just a friend.

Yeah, friends... just that. Pomni sighed as she walked towards her room. She's been struggling with these odd feelings ever since they spent some time together at the digital carnival. Her heart almost exploded everytime he spoke to her and kiss the back of her hand in a gentlemanly way and her face flushed whenever he was even remotely near in every adventure.

Pomni shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. There was no way he felt the same way. Why would he? Maybe she wasn't exactly his type for all she knew. There was no point in getting her hopes high.

She stopped in her tracks, though, glancing at Pierrot's room as she wondered if it would be a nice idea to go and ask him to hang out. She fidgeted with her fingers some until she decided to knock on his door, trembling slightly in silly nervousness.

"Hey, Pierrot. Uh, you decent?" She asks softly.

[asktirimor]

Continued from Here

“Well then, let’s go.”

Lorraine said as the portal opened and the two arrived at their home. Granted, they were outside the walls

“Shit, still getting the hand of this…”

Lorraine said as she walked to their door, before Lorraine could open it, the whole building began to rumble…

“Huh…”

Lorraine said as she reached for her gun

“Let’s see if we got any visitors.”

Lorraine said as she slowly opened the door, but it was interrupted by a very loud explosion by the garage door, knocking Both Tirimor and Lorraine down!

Lorraine ran out back and Saw Bubba and William in a portal to earth, pulling out the Station Wagon from the swamp

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

Lorraine shouted, Bubba then walked back into the Garage, holding a bottle of Vodka

“Oh! Hi there! Didn’t know when you two would be back…”

Bubba said as he chugged down the bottle of Vodka

Tirimor sort of just, rubs his temples as he looks at this swamp covered station wagon. At least it was in the workshop and not the house. "Ok, I am going to ask. Why is there a station wagon here? I can't find another abandoned warehouse if you destroy this one."

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The Slime sits back in her chair, idly tossing spells up into the sky to entertain the folks around her, not seeming to mind those dazzled by her magic as fireworks sparkled in the sky.

There were even people floating around in the area as the slime waved her fingers around, a smirk on her face as she watched the people enjoying themselves.

[hellizens]

@siempreminta

"Velvette! How did annoying Vox go for you?"

[demonic-radio]

"..."

"What's the matter, dear?"

He never knew what it was that brought about Niffty's odd days.