﹒ॱ˖ ✧ iris / phantom. twenty-two. s/her — thirsts, suggestions, and prompts are always welcome !
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I've been thinking about waterboy for weeks now and I have a few drafts in the works but I needed to write something for him so- just a lil blurb for now cos I love him so very much !
fluff + nsfw, herm x gn!reader, minor's dni (I will find you)
Herm who's absolutely floored when you come up to him one evening after work, asking if he'd like to have dinner with you on Friday evening.
Herm who stutters through a surprised and slightly too enthusiastic yes before watching you walk away.
Herm who smiles dumbly to himself as he watches you, feeling light headed and giddy while wondering if that actually just happened but, for once, too happy to second guess the situation like normal.
Herm who spends two days trying to figure out what type of flowers to bring you and frets over picking the right outfit like a middle-school girl on a first date.
Herm who is flushed and nervous the entire date, absolutely in awe at how lovely you look and- how is he actually making you laugh right now, this has to be joke, right?
Herm who is half-expecting this to end as some sort of prank or dare set up by the rest of the z-team, but almost not caring just because he's blissfully enamored with the feeling of your foot bumping against his under the table every once in a while.
Herm who walks you home, terrified that you'll get disgusted by the wet spot he's sure to leave on your sleeve as you arm hooks with his.
Herm who gets a bit dizzy when you don't seem to care, but instead pull him closer still so that your hip bumps against him every time you two take a turn.
Herm who turns bright red and gets ten times wetter when you ask him to lean down as you stop at your front door and press a kiss to his sodden cheek. He's so in his own head that he almost misses you telling him that you'd love a second date some time. Almost.
Herm who fucks his fist yet again to the thought of you that very night, vividly remembering the feeling of your lips against his skin and the warmth of your breath fanning across his cheek.
Herm who mumbles and whines your name like a prayer as he reaches that high, coating his knuckles and stomach in watery cum. He imagines you praising him and running your fingers through his hair, nails scratching against his scalp.
Herm who, as much as he feels guilty for admitting it, wonders how many more dates he'll need to wait for before he can have you beneath him instead of this stupid, soaked pillow. He's been fantasizing about the real thing for months now, picturing your body between his hands and the sound of his name on your lips way more often than he'd want you to know.
Herm who's hopeful that now there's even a sliver of a chance of those fantasies coming true... well, he simply can't let this opportunity pass by him.
Trying to explain to non manga readers that Ciel Phantomhive is currently having a blunt rotation with the queen of England and why it's relevant to the plot
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Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, Happy Holidays to those who don’t, and only the gentlest, warmest wishes to those of you spending today alone—for any reason
love notes: this is purely self indulgent. I just really missed writing for hazbin and was inspired by the new season to revisit my favorite demon <3 let me know if you'd like a continuation or if you have a request ! dividers by @/diviniyae
warnings + info: none ! sfw, gender neutral reader, contains slight spoilers for season 2 | 1.4k words
Alastor is incredibly private when it comes to anything involving his personal affairs. He only reveals what he wants to be seen or known. Otherwise it's for his eyes, for his knowledge, only.
That being said, he's well aware of just how nosy Charlie tends to be, even without meaning to be. Alastor has seen first-hand just how touchy (physically and emotionally) she can be, and he has zero interest in entertaining her 'social bonding exercises' by revealing more about himself than she's able to conclude on her own.
But... of course... secrets come to light sooner or later, no matter how much Alastor wishes to deny that pretty little truth, and the fact that you seem to be the only person Alastor is 'normal' around does not go unnoticed for long.
Granted, it probably takes months for the others to fully realize that you two are together (or, at least as 'together' as one can be with Alastor), but Husk and Nifty definitely caught wind of something.
However, once the news gets out, Alastor decides he no longer needs to hide anything.
After the grand reveal, Alastor's rare expressions of affection are no longer bestowed solely behind closed doors. From resting his hand on the small of your back as you meet new hotel guests to accepting a quick peck to the cheek in the middle of a crowded room, Alastor makes it well known that his secrecy involving you had nothing to do with shame.
It's certainly odd to the rest of the crew to witness Alastor's smile widen just a fraction as you adjust his tie or hold onto his bicep as he leads you through the hotel lobby before taking you on an evening stroll, but it proves there's at least some semblance of humanity left within him.
Charlie's over the moon at any minute display of affection between you she happens to catch a glimpse of, and her squeals of joy or wide, sparkling eyes never fail to make Alastor's ear twitch. But he manages for you.
Alastor is not a sappy lover, at least not openly, but he is first and foremost a gentleman.
He will bring you flowers without cause and he always has a handkerchief in his breast pocket just in case you require a quick tidy-up.
He's (obviously) old-fashioned, so 'date night' with Alastor is much more traditional. He takes you dancing--usually in Cannibal Town as he's deemed any other club in the pride ring to be far too 'tacky' or 'down right wretched in terms of music and cleanliness'. Evening and early morning strolls are an absolute, especially if you have trouble sleeping. He keeps you on his arm and on the far side of any on-coming traffic (pedestrian or otherwise), not just to protect you, but because anything otherwise would just feel... foreign to him.
He'll bring you gifts at random times, usually after he's disappeared for an outing. His gifts may seem random or niche at first, but turn out to be things that make your life so much easier. They prove that he's watching you, observant of your day-to-day struggles or of the things (or people) that inconvenience you, and he shows his affection by eliminating whatever he can from your ever-growing list of annoyances.
Although he's not wholly fluent, Alastor would be absolutely thrilled if you learned or already know some French. French in New Orleans is a bit different than traditional French, but he wouldn't care. He'd simply love hearing the way your voice carried the accent.
He'd attempt to have little side conversations with you the others (aside from Husk) can't fully understand, muttering French under his breath when he's especially unsociable.
He takes you to meet Rosie, of course. Despite their deal and his frustrations toward her, he certainly appreciates at least having a respectable, classy woman who understands taste and decorum. She reminds him of home in the oddest way, and bringing you to meet her is almost like having the most authentic parts of his world collide. He just wants to show you off and he knows she would simply adore you, so why not do the gentlemanly thing and make you feel appreciated?
He handwrites you letters and notes that he leaves for you to find, either in your room or wherever you frequent most in the hotel. Sometimes they're entirely in French so that he can feign an air of mystic in front of the others, even if he's only wishing you a good morning.
Alastor hates being touched, yes, but certainly becomes more comfortable with your touch specifically the longer you're together. At first, he must initiate every single physical interaction. He can touch your hands, shoulders, or waist as much as he'd like (and don't worry, his touches are usually fleeting or just plainly meant to annoy you), but don't you dare dream of reciprocating.
At least... not until he takes your arm in his during a stroll and is suddenly less tense one evening, the muscles in his arm no longer as stiff as before. And not until he slides you a drink one late evening as you both sit by the bar and no longer seems to mind that your knuckles are brushing against the back of his hand.
Then and only then can you start to initiate physical touch. Once he's comfortable with that, he really doesn't mind how or where you touch him (as long as it's appropriate for the setting). You're the only one--perhaps aside from Nifty--with such a privilege.
He plays songs that he hears you hum on his cane as he walks by or spends time with you within ear shot. His smile also widens a bit when he hears you humming old timey tunes that he's introduced you to himself. His ego always grows each time you add another one of his 'classics' to your rotation.
As we now know for certain, Alastor smokes in private. It's only a habit he resorts to when he's really stressed or worked up about something, but you soon find out that he also tends to smoke when he's had a lot to drink. He's never been drunk, but he'll allow himself to get the slightest bit tipsy once in a while, when he's sure no one else could see. This is when he's most relaxed.
He'll usually shed his coat and let his staff rest against the edge of his chair or by the door to his room. Slow, smooth jazz crackles over the various radios scattered about his room and somehow emanates from him too. He'll hum along, his eyes closing lazily as he pulls you closer, sometimes even insisting you sit on his lap and rest your head against his chest.
This is when he's most romantic too. His fingers just may dance across the skin of your legs, his claws leaving the slightest of imprints on you as his head rolls back and he lets out a sigh. Maybe he'll kiss your collar bone or neck--whichever's within reach, and allow his lips to linger against your skin as he mouths the words to whatever song is playing.
It's now that you're finally able to tell that he smells faintly of bourbon, cigarettes, and the slightest bit of something earthy that you just can't quite put your finger on.
When he has a bit more energy, he'll roll up his sleeves and pull you into his arms as a slow song starts, swaying with you for its duration before twirling you and doing it all over as the next one begins.
The radio static that filters his voice fades to a mere warble at times like this, and you see what he was most like when he was alive--his most human side. All, well most of his pretenses melt away in times like this, and you both feel as close to normal as you have in a long time.
Alastor doesn't allow himself the luxury of vulnerability. In fact, he's convinced himself that only fools grow comfortable enough to trust others.
But he also never realized what lovely perks come with trusting another, or even to have another trust him wholeheartedly. He won't admit it to himself so easily, but he's actually rather fond of your quiet moments together.
Who knows?
Maybe he can feel love after all. And maybe, just maybe, it doesn't always have to hurt like hell.
I’m not gonna lie, this semester has been kicking my ass and I got some disappointing news yesterday and I’m just attempting to cope right now and apparently that means hyper fixating on Hazbin season 2 and V for Vendetta of all things so if anyone would like a send in some requests for either, I’d be eternally grateful <3
why is there so much stuff?? why are there so many things?? I’m so overwhelmed and there’s SO MUCH OF EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE AND ITS ALL IN MY WAY-
sad bc me + boyfriend had a fight but happy bc I'm blessed enough to have someone who won't let us go to bed angry and will also never raise his voice at me even when he's mad
damn i wish u guys could read this fic i haven't written and this fic i haven't finished writing and this fic i'm putting off outlining and this fic i outlined but haven't started and this fic i'll never write and this other fic i haven't written and this fic that exists only in vague impressions in my head that fall apart every time i try to commit them to the page and th
I’m learning the songs rn and I’ll be honest, learning these are absolutely helping me with breath pressure for my classical/operatic pieces… and some people say music is stupid…
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