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How they would react to you hugging them from behind with agent Strelnikov

SCP Scenarios: When you hug them from behind (+ Agent Strelnikov)

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(I'm so terribly sorry that this took so long, I was busy with college and had some work to do as well as a couple other requests that I've recently finished)

SCP 073 (Cain)

Probably is in the middle of cleaning his own bed while you came up and hugged him from behind

Cain would find it endearing and adorable

Most likely would hold your hand while you're there

Would lift up your hand and kiss it gently as he turns around

Probably would cup your face while he looks at you adorably before kissing your head

Then he would give you a big hug

Most likely would blush if you did it outside of your rooms

But he wouldn't back away from it

Feels more protective over you because he is just that type of (boy)friend

The foundation would be in awe and entertained by how Cain is wrapped around your fingers (literally and metaphorically)

SCP 076-2 (Abel)

Abel would be confused at first since he isn't used to physical affection

Would blush and finds himself enjoying it more and more

Shyly would ask you to hug him from behind again

Which is how you saved everyone from a breach

The foundation would ask you to do it again if Abel show signs of breaching the facility

Like Cain, Abel would be wrapped around your fingers

Most likely would give that threatening stare to whoever's looking in your direction while you hug him

Word got out and everyone manages to tease Abel, but only when you're around because they don't want to die

SCP 999 (Tickle Monster)

Would giggle a bit

999 loves any kind of affection for a start (No surprised there)

Probably would gasp and screech a bit when you hug him from behind without him knowing

Then he would tickle you afterwards so there’s that

Would be disappointed if you let go of him

Even though you both were attached to each other for hours

The foundation would find a cute sugary mess

They wouldn’t have the heart to break you both up

Some would consider it cringe but is happy for you both nevertheless

SCP 682 (Hard to destroy reptile)

Would tell you that it’s disgusting even though he clearly loves it

It would take a while but eventually, 682 would start to nudge your side for more hugs

Occasionally would tease this giant mf because why not

Tries and not let you do it in public though because he'll be embarrassed af

Everyone saw but didn't say anything until they got out and they started laughing

Even 079 was having a giggle about it

Made you swear to not do it in public but you definitely would just to destroy his ego (Just like your mirror, jk jk)

When the foundation wants to conduct a test with 682 and he's mad af (because he's on his period) they would get you to hug him to calm him down

Because the last time you gave him a back hug and he was still mad was the time you bonked his head and he went flying

SCP 049 (Plague Doctor)

Is such a gentleman about it

I can imagine he has this posh af accent (like the stereotypical British accent y'all like to imagine we have, and yes, I live in the UK) while speaking to you

Would put his hand(s) around yours while you're at it

Wouldn't complain at all tbh

Feel free to rest your head against his back and sleep because he would piggyback you to bed

Isn't too bothered about people walking by and just witnessing the scene

As long as nobody bothers you, then it's not really a problem

Probably would give you a little peck as well

Especially on those hands of yours (Not that he has a hand fetish or anything)

SCP 035 (Possessive Mask)

Would be the most vocal about it without a doubt

Definitely would reciprocate

Doesn't care if anyone sees

Hell, he would even let you do it in front of everyone

Would tease you as well or would even call you 'cute'

Sometimes when you both visit 049, you would hug 035 from behind and you both would giggle

049 just died of second-hand embarrassment

You both would tease how 049 is still single

The foundation would be done with all your teasing and stuff

Definitely is wrapped around your fingers (literally)

SCP 105 (Iris)

She would love it

Probably isn't as formal as 049, or as open as 035

Iris would be like the average girlfriend when it comes to affections

Most likely would reciprocate as well tbh

Maybe a little shy when you first do it, especially out in the open for everyone to see

But she would warm up to it pretty quickly

Sometimes 035 would drop hints or some dating advice

076 would think it's odd while 073 would smile warmly but would be a little worried about you both

343 would react like Cain but more open to the idea of you both dating

The foundation doesn't really bother much since you're not smothering them with your PDA

Iris would give death glares at anyone who looked at you weirdly, in disgust or made stupid comments about your affection

SCP 106 (Old Man)

Similar to Iris but more reserved

I would say 106 would be quite mutual, but leaning closer to liking it than hating affection

Would prefer if you did it in private where nobody would see

Isn't too much bothered if anyone walks by his cell while you hug him from the back

Definitely is in more of a docile and friendlier state when you do

Not particular huggy but would try and reciprocate

Ended up in crushing your ribs by accident

Never did it again

Literally cried when that happened

SCP 096 (Shy Guy)

Would be shooketh

Like he would be so confused

Affection is foreign to him so you'd have to tone it down a bit

Definitely relaxed after a while and finds that he enjoys is

096 lives up to his name, especially when it comes to affection

Like, he would be shai and embarrassed every time youhug him from behind despite you being so smol

You could literally see the blush on his cheeks (no hun, he's burning up from a fever)

The foundation would just giggle a bit at the sight of 096 being all shy from everything you do

Like, he's shy to begin with, but with you around, he's next level shy

SCP 1678-A (Bobbies/Policeman)

Loves it

A little bit like Iris, cus he would be all chill and stuff

Would definitely return the affection regardless

Even more so when you're both at home

His officer buddies would tease the living daylights out of you both

Especially your man ngl

Even the birds would spy of you both

Normally, he would be the one hugging you from the back

Probably bushes lightly

Would chuckle as well

The foundation would accidentally run into your private moment just because

Luckily you both were just having a passionate hug (No, not like that, you filth minded nuggets)

SCP 079 (Old AI)

(Imma be real here, I'm having a mind blank moment w 079 because I just don't know what to write for him in this one)

You'd basically be engulfing his whole body unless he had a robotic body of some sorts

Might be a bit of a Tsundere, but not as much as 682

Is pretty open to your affections

Sometimes 682 just wants to vomit from the sight

Could really care less about it

You do have some odd stares here and there whenever you hug 079

079 would most likely hack into the system so they won't bully you for hugging an AI

SCP 343 (God)

Is a little like 049 ngl

He would be quite chill with you showing some affection

Is probably quite reserved as well, but not as much compared to 049

343 would definitely relax with you while you hug him from behind

Thinks it's pretty cute and sweet

The foundation thinks you're an old married couple despite your extreme age difference - If you're an ordinary human that is (Y'all do be looking old)

343 does tend to ignore some comments here and there, mainly because it's quite harmless

But if it bothers you or if the comments aren't as nice, he will treat the situation calmly and kindly

SCP 173 (Sculpture)

Loves PDA just as much as 035 does

Comes at a close second, if not drawing in first place with 035 when it comes to affections

Doesn't really care if anyone sees

Will literally return the gesture whenever he can

Is quite sassy like 035, if not even more, so you won't need to worry about being judged

Peanut is basically like your personal guard dog in cat form that loves affection

Will melt every time you do that sorta hug

173 would be completely chill with you doing it in public

Might even encourage you or initiate the affection if you were quite shy about it

SCP Scarlet King

Would be slightly confused since he rarely receives the affection

And that his brides don't exactly return the gesture when he tries

Seems to actually like it whenever you're the one initiating the hug

Soon enough he would show the whole foundation bout your PDA

The Scarlet King would melt into your tiny arms

The foundation watching be like: 👁👄👁

SK might even go touchy touchy or kissy-kissy with you just because he can

If either of you ever gets judged, the Scarlet King most likely would judge them back

Knowing the foundation, they might either return the sass or just pretend it never happened to avoid chaos being unleashed onto them

Agent Strenikov

Sorry, I'm still not that familiar with Agent Strenikov, so my interpretation of him might be pretty off

First of all, Strenikov might try and stop you from doing that in the first place (because he's shy)

So he would probably ask what you're doing and might even act like a dick, but that doesn't mean he hates it

Would most likely realise that he had hurt your feelings just because of a hug

Would feel bad so he comes over to you and hugs you back

Lets you hug him whenever and wherever

His subordinates might even tease him from time to time in which he just glares at them from across the rooms while rubbing your knuckles

Might even threaten the guy if words get out

Dr Bright and Dr Clef definitely know so they tease him relentlessly while Dr Glass, Dr Lights and Dr Kondraki congratulates him for having such a loving partner

Thinks you're adorable when you hug him cuz you look like a koala

Dr Jack Bright

Loves that you just so casually hug him from behind

Isn't bothered about PDA in public in general

Does it to you quite often so he doesn't see it as much of a problem in that ngl

Clef would joke around about it from time to time

Glass would be quite happy that he found you and think it's adorable that you wrap your little arms around him

Kondraki is just relieved that he can be left alone temporarily and that nobody would bother him much

Sometimes would just tease you if you're not usually as handsy or affectionate and/or if you were just shy and introverted (Don't lie, we all know you're touch starved but you're too shy to admit it)

If you were shy, he would encourage you to do it more often

Dr Simon Glass

Definitely enjoys it but would blush

Even more so if it was in front of everyone

Would prefer if you did it privately

If you're you did it while he's working, then he would tease you by asking if while trying to distract him from work

Would chuckle when you do hug him from behind

Might even turn around to give you a kiss on the head as well as a hug

Glass would definitely relax into your touch

Even slept on you one time and you had to get Kondraki to get him off cuz your legs went numb

Dr Alto Clef

Would react like Bright

Doesn't really care if it's out in the public

Is even more of a tease compared to Bright

Would give everyone a lecture if they gave you an odd look

Might even show off how cute and affectionate you are while being protective af at the same time

TBF everyone would back off from you once laughed at then killed all the while, nobody knew where the guy went they've found out you were dating Clef to begin with

It's because the last time it happened someone got kidnapped, tortured, got tortured, then got laughed at and killed, all the while, nobody knew where that guy went

Not even you or Dr Bright does and that says a lot coming from the guy who hangs out with him on the daily

Anyways, not many people would comment about your affection

Only because they're glad that he's not bothering people as much now (Unless you were just as if not more chaotic than the guy)

Dr Benjamin Kondraki

I'd imagine him being similar to Dr Glass

He's quite an introverted guy, so he most likely would prefer to keep the PDA behind closed doors

But it doesn't bother him as much if anyone sees, despite his cheeks going red af

Unless it's Dr Bright and Clef

Most likely would get teased by them ngl

Has a burning hatred for them whenever they do tease him, even more so if they get you involved

Glass would most likely have to drag them back out again just because Kondraki is the favourite child

The foundation was surprised that he got a partner yet alone an affectionate one

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Make Me Sway (Thomas Hewitt x Reader) + RQs info

Summary: After going on a road trip with your friends, you become the sole survivor of the group, trapped in the Hewitt’s residence, because Thomas doesn’t like the idea of you getting killed as you show him humanity and fearlessness in the face of death.

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Part 9 (NSFW)

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Part 14 (NEW, I am back <3)

Notes: This story happens somewhere between the events of Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006) and Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Warnings: Violence, Mention of rape, Trauma

Content: Reader has moodswings due to trauma, and is acting on irrational impulses, however has a strong/fearless personality, wittiness and calm nature despite the circumstances, Thomas is confused by his emotions, he knows he should kill you, but he doesn’t want to, Fluff/Smut coming your way 

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What I will write:

NSFW

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Who I write for:

Thomas Hewitt

Michael Myers

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Brahms Heelshire

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One-eye/Sawtooth/Three-finger (Hilliker brothers)

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Babes, art the clown would definitely be the type to tickle tf out of his lover and I need a few headcanons on it 😂

A.T.C. — 'TIL YOU PISS YOURSELF !!

╰┈➤ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : art the clown &&. ticklish female reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚(𝘀) : MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT , art is a perv and an annoying piece of shit

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 : i love this request so much, oh my god ! he'd definitely do this ! i wouldn't be able to handle that myself, i developed such a fear of being tickled from when i was little thanks to a family member who constantly did it until i was suffocating on my own laughter 😭

• once art discovers that you get into that familiar, giggling fit from each half-gloved digit violently strumming against your skin—you’re doomed. quite literally, as he most definitely isn’t the type to respect boundaries or stop his advances.

• the first time he had done it, it was unintentional. he was merely being affectionate, snuggling you in front of the television, his hand slyly trailing up your side in order to get a good grope at your breast, but once you let out a squeak and involuntary chuckle, swatting his hand away, that evil grin slowly crept and seemed to almost split his face in two, and you knew that look could only equal one, sinful thing. your secret was tarnished. ‘ohh, so you’re ticklish, huh?’ his playful eyes appeared to say.

• ever since, he’d find every moment you'd least expect for it to occur, to tickle you mercilessly. he was a clown after all, and making people laugh was part of his devilish charm. whether you're in the shower, while you’re asleep or to wake you up, when you walk past a supposedly empty room and he pops out of it to flutter his fingertips all over you, you’re definitely in for all kinds of surprises.

• besides squeezing that wretched airhorn into your face whenever he sensed that you weren't emotionally feeling the best, his other go-to method was, of course, tickling you. it always worked, too, silently bragging that he got you to crack a smile whilst grumpy. he loves your smile, though he also thinks that yours is no competition in comparison to his and his self-proclaimed "pearly whites."

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

I don’t believe you, it’s 1899…

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Word count: 7,774

A/N: Howdy! So I wanted to say that the start of this is a little cliche because I literally couldn’t think of how I wanted to do it so I settled with the whole, this random man is in your house sort of thing. ANNND I’m skipping thanksgiving in this because i’m from the UK and I have no idea what you do with it.

Also can we appreciate how good looking my Arthur is in that gif. I screen recorded it myself just for this fic. 

Also Merry fuckin’ Christmas y’all! and if you don’t celebrate Christmas, I hope you’re having a wonderful holidays! 

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HELLO HI, to people who were like "WHAT??!?" to my original post that said that halsin GROANS INTO THE KISS.

here you go :))

RAHHHHHHHHHHH THIS MAN HAS ME SO FERAL HGFJDHGKJFDHGKJFDHGKDFJH

stretch & leatherface (bts)

the texas chainsaw massacre 2: (1986)

hi!! I'm kinda shy abt asking this can I have a lil writing abt a transmasc (he/they) security guard confessing to Sundrop and/or Moondrop via a love letter bc he was too shy to do it verbally? Besides that, I don't really have any specifics besides just making it super fluffy and sweet! thanks for ur time >////<

gosh this idea is so cute im sobbing. i live for love letter tropes because i know damn well if i ever get a serious crush i will NOT be saying shit, it will be written on an amazingly decorated letter. i made the letter kinda cheesy but in a cute way...i think in a cute way at least.

i hope you're okay with me just doing sun cause i really didn't feel like writing this twice (i've been working on stuff all night!) but if you ever come back with some headcanons for sun and moon then i'd love to write some headcanons for them both. but, there are mentions of moon in this!

warnings: none

word count: 1.2k

Sundrop was used to being handed papers, sorting through them with ease no matter how sticky or unintelligible they were. So it was a bit of a surprise when a kid handed him a letter, bright pink and covered in stickers. Normally, the children didn't decorate the outsides, just using plain colors or crayons.

With his curiosity peaked, he set down the stack of papers he was going through, for once not paying attention to the giggling kid who ran off to someone's waiting arms.

Gently, he peeled off the tape keeping it shut, pulling out the vanilla-colored paper inside. Ohh! It was decorated so nicely! He'd have to praise whoever made it.

After getting distracted by the soft strokes of paint lining the letter, his eyes flit to the top, catching sight of the poetic words of the writer.

'Dear Sundrop,' It read, the handwriting neat and pretty. It couldn't have possibly been a child, not even the older kids had handwriting this neat. 'You are impossibly bright, a shining star in an ocean of constellations. No matter how mechanical you may be, you're genuine and compassionate, you hold my hands when I'm nervous and compliment me over the smallest things.'

If he could blush he swears he would be, instead, his left hand came up to cup his cheek as a wide grin crossed his face. He felt Moondrop inside him, his laughter echoing in his head. Though, it went ignored as Sundrop continued reading the letter.

'I admire your skill with the children, how soft you are with the young ones, and how you preach safety while still entertaining them. You adapt so easily to whatever you need to, the bells on your wrists are proof of that. Oh and the children adore you, always asking me about you. It's adorable how much they look up to you, their eyes shining with wonder. I'm sure I look the same when I look at you. I muster all the affection I can, yet I'm too shy to say anything. My cheeks heat up and I stutter around you. It's so embarrassing! But you've never made fun of me, you're too sweet, too gentle, for that.'

A gasp left his voice box as a thought popped in his mind, the face of someone special flashing across his eyes, yet he pushed it away, denial sitting heavy in his gut.

'Even when you get incredibly excited and get loud, you're always so...humane around me. You're you. You're not the daycare attendant, you're just you, you're Sundrop. And that's what I love about you. Like I previously mentioned, I would never say this to your face, I'm horribly nervous around you! But I can't keep being around you without making you aware of my feelings, especially since we see each other every day.'

'Sundrop, I'm in love with you. And that's just how it is. From, (hopefully) your favorite day guard, Y/N.'

And with that last sentence his head snapped up, the paper crinkling beneath his grip. There you were, a small smile across your lips as you kneeled in front of a kid. You were applying a bandage to a scraped knee like you hadn't even realized the effect you had caused on him.

He laid down the letter, letting it fall to his desk as he stepped around the counter. The children were too distracted with playing to see Sundrop's new object of attention, the day guard, the boy Sundrop so happened to have been crushing on since he was introduced.

Sundrop had always found you cute, always finding an excuse to touch you. Of course, it could be excused as Sundrop being overly affectionate to gain the favors of the new guy, hugging him and pinching his cheek softly. Your cheeks had always turned bright, looking away as you chuckled. Yet you never protested against the public displays of affection, and now he knew why.

In a couple of steps, he managed to be next to you and the child who was profusely thanking you for helping with their knee. With a cheer, he kneeled down, giving the kid a pat on the shoulder. "Hey, there bud! Do you mind leaving me and Y/N alone for a moment? I need to ask them something!"

The kid nodded, giving a thumbs up to indicate they understood before running off to a girl with pigtails. Once the kid was out of ear-shot he turned towards you, watching your face heat up at the attention. You knew he had seen the letter, and you were now playing with your fingers, embarrassment practically oozing from you.

"So? A love letter, huh?" He teased, poking your forehead.

"Don't make fun of me!" You cried, laughter bubbling out of your chest. "I just didn't know how to say it verbally alright." A sigh left your lips as your expression became something more neutral. "Nothing has to change between us...I just didn't want to keep any secrets from you. That's all."

Sundrop brought a hand to his chin, rubbing an imaginary beard before leaning forward, squinting at you. "Well, what if I want something to change between us, huh?"

He watched horror dance across your face and quickly realized how his phrasing could be taken and was quick to correct himself. "wAIT! Not in a bad way, I swear! I just mean I wouldn't mind...letting you do stuff that uh couples do, y'know?"

Deep in his chest, he could hear Moondrop snickering at his awkwardness as if the other half of his animatronic wasn't stupidly smitten with you too.

You giggled, bringing up a hand to muffle your laughter. "Would you really like that? Or are you just saying so 'cause you feel bad?"

"Now you're the one teasing! You said I was genuine and I'm being genuine now alright!" He wailed, flailing his arms. You jumped forward, pinning his stick arms to his sides as you laughed, your cheeks a soft pink.

"Whatever you say, Sundrop."

"Now," He started. "If you wanna...if you wanna do that romantic stuff couples do you can."

You gave him a grin before a look of false confusion crossed your face. "Like...kiss? Does the daycare attendant want me to kiss him?"

"I dunno...maybe."

And with that you reached forward, your hands pressing down on his shoulders before you placed a tender kiss to the front of his faceplate. Due to the nerves that were carefully crafted in each animatronic, he felt it as if it were a regular kiss. Sundrop felt the way your lips brushed against his face, the way soft laughter could be heard in your throat, and the way your thumbs gently ran over the plating of his shoulders.

You pulled back, watching as the animatronic just stared at you, clicks and squeaks coming from his voice box. "Don't tell me I broke you." You said, tilting your head to the side.

It took him a moment before he shook his head and stood to his full height which was a whopping seven feet tall. "Nope! I'm doin' just fine! Feel like I just drank a pack of Fizzy Faz though..."

"Respectfully, you always feel like that." You commented, smiling up at him. Sundrop waved his hand in dismissal before plopping them on his hips and leaning forward.

"Y'know, for someone so shy, you're such a tease Y/N." He admitted, glancing over when a kid called his name. "Oh! Looks like I'm being called elsewhere! Buh-bye!"

And with that he was gone, not hearing your endearing comment of "I'm only a tease for you."

i beg for more peepaw or Thomas spice 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭 ( 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 ) 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝟏𝟖+! 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐡, 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭.

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝟑,𝟐𝟖𝟕.

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The expanse of empty space next to you was devoid of warmth, marked only by a faint indent of where Thomas slept. Cicadas and crickets sang just outside in the middle of the night, but that wasn’t really why you woke up. With Thomas’s hectic schedule, you hadn’t gotten to see him as much, he wasn’t home as often. You missed him, missed his massive form slumbering next to you, missed his face, missed his presence.

Sometimes you wondered if you thought about him too much, and not all of it was exactly wholesome. Your mind produced debauched fantasies of what you wanted him to do to you, especially after getting intimate several days prior. You shivered, folding one arm beneath your head as you rolled over to face the vast amount of space next to you.

Admittedly, you were practically craving his touch, craving his grasp. Everytime you really dwelled upon his size and his capability of splitting you in half, it got you so hot and bothered, tangled up within some feverish lust that you couldn’t shake. Your stomach was reduced to mush, sloshing with a very pressing anticipation.

You shut your eyes, thighs squeezing together to fight the wave of arousal that washed over you. That empty space next to you was singing to you, coaxing you to go and look for Thomas. You didn’t really want to bother him, but at this point, it was nearly unbearable — you couldn’t help yourself.

Flinging forward from the thin sheets, you tugged your nightgown back into place, skittering off of the bed and to the creaking wooden floorboards. You made sure to pull on your slippers — the house wasn’t exactly in the most stellar of shapes, and you wanted to avoid getting splinters as you crept down the stairs, arms loosely wound across your torso.

It was eerily quiet throughout the Hewitt household, which was something of an abnormality, not that you minded. The closer you got to the hefty basement door, the more you could hear the scuffling of tools and belongings, which promptly ceased when you slipped past the gap, shuffling onto the top of the stairs that descended into a dimly-lit darkness.

Your knees wobbled the whole way down, nearly knocking together as you clutched onto the rickety railing, holding yourself as upright as you could. You hated being so needy like this, afraid that you might suffocate Thomas with your clinginess, but you figured he would make it known if you were hounding him — he hadn’t yet, thankfully.

A hulking shape came into view at the bottom of the stairs, shadow eclipsing any sliver of light that fell across your trembling form. There was a flicker of happiness that danced within his eyes, which were devoid of the usual stoic melancholy. Thomas grunted, his stare falling upon your shivering form, assuming that you were cold.

As soon as you hit the step closest to him, thick arms were tangling themselves around your form, practically squeezing you against his chest, and he was absolutely warm, like his own radiator. Thomas swept you right off of your feet. He held you like a doll, one leg collecting underneath the backs of your thighs as the other settled against your ribcage.

“Oh,” It wasn’t a proper distraction from the heat pooling between your legs, only furthering the sensation as Thomas moved toward the large chair next to his workbench, sitting down with you right in his lap. Those big, calloused hands were smoothing over your goosebumps in an attempt to keep you warm, and that only made you whimper. “Thomas.” You didn’t really want him to stop, but you weren’t shaking because of the cold.

Thomas appeared perceptive, slowing his hand, attention fixated upon you. You made the same noise from when he’d eaten you out, keen enough to start to connect the dots in regards to your current state. With a resonant grunt, he watched you quiver, planting your hand on top of his, which he promptly held, massive fingers enveloping your dainty hand.

“I’m not cold.” You whisper, mouth going dry, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek. You wondered if he would even pick up on your vulgar implications, and you sat there atop his lap, burning so hot with need that it likely seeped into him.

So that was what you wanted.

In the spirit of transparency, Thomas was feeling the same way lately, wistful about you, yearning so much that it made his heart ache. Your frenzied need for him was mildly amusing, maybe even bewildering to him, but this was what he loved about you — you were very unpredictable, in a good way. Thomas never expected you to want more, but here you were, practically shaking in his lap.

He rocked his leg against you a time or two, silently teasing you about the state of your neediness. Thomas pushed his lips against the side of your face, watching you scramble to try and press your core into the muscles of his thigh, but he locked you into place, watching you let out some hapless mewel. Thomas wasn’t exactly the teasing sort, but he had to this time, just to spur on your incendiary desire.

It would be the first time for both of you, and that was a thought that had Thomas foaming at the mouth. The momentary lightheartedness seemed to die out completely, replaced with a seriousness and something amatory. Thomas wanted to make sure it was good, but even then, he wasn’t sure what was defined as ‘good’ when it came to losing one’s virginity.

“I need you, Thomas.” You nearly moaned, listening to the hitch in his breath, his hooded glower as you guided his hand to the apex of your thighs, heart hammering within your chest. Thomas looked absolutely enthralled, watching where you took his hand, right to your soaked cunt, letting him feel just how much he wound you up, made you unbelievably needy. “Need you so bad.” You whispered.

Thomas’s satisfactory rumble was akin to the growling of a truck engine, sending shivers up your spine as he felt against your cunt, all wet just because of him — just the thought of him made you like this. With furrowed brows, he let you move his hand to exactly where you needed him most, slipping past the thin fabric of your panties, right to your throbbing slit.

His mouth crashed into yours, bruising and devouring you whole with a sloppy, uncouth passion. Thomas was still trying to really figure out the whole kissing thing, but you didn’t mind whatsoever, feeling the bite of leather against your cheeks as you reciprocated his fiery kiss. He kept his hand poised against your cunt through the kiss, ghosting over your clit.

It was dizzying, intoxicating — your head was spinning in circles, drunk on both desire and a festering need for your hulking lover. Thomas was perfect to you, extraordinary even if he didn’t see himself that way. A breathy moan elicited from you as his index finger languidly circled around your clit, sending you spiraling even as you kissed him.

“Please,” Your whine was breathy, high-pitched, and your whimpers were absolutely captivating. Thomas’s jaw tightened, cock twitching and hard within his pants as it began to strain against your thigh, highlighting his own amount of lust. It all seemed to be mutual, really. “Please, Tommy, please.” With a moan, you felt him pick you up right off of his lap, hauling you against the workbench instead.

Some depraved part of you didn’t want something soft and sweet — you wanted him to obliterate you, turn you into a pile of mush, make you scream and sob until your throat ran hoarse.

The plane of his broad, bulky chest was snug against your back, towering over you to the extreme, as if he were filling in the entirety of his height, making himself as large as possible. Those thick, calloused hands grabbed at your hips, fingers molding you as if you were made for him, ragged breath being drawn out from his leathery muzzle.

Hot, possessive kisses would be placed all along your neck and bare shoulders, consuming and tinged with something desperate. It paled in comparison to your pathetic, pitiful state of need, but it was enough to make you rock back into him, listening to his thunderous grunt. His hand slithered between your legs again, shoving past your panties, like a heat-seeking missile as thick fingers rubbed at your cunt.

An inhuman sound burst from the back of your throat, as if you choked upon a moan, but it produced something different. Thomas was so massive, colossal compared to you, and that only furthered arousal from both parties. One hand clapped into the supple flesh of your haunch, tugging your leg apart, letting out another rumble as he stroked at your clit, wet enough to cover his fingers in some thin sheen.

“T—Thom—“ The words coagulated in the back of your throat, hips attempting to grind themselves into his hand. Your cunt clenched around absolutely nothing, vision swimming with a blurry haze as he touched and pleasured your poor clit. You didn’t think it could get any better until you felt his erection straining against the curve of your rump.

His straining, pulsating cock was practically begging to be inside of you, threatening to burst if he didn’t find some semblance of relief soon. Thomas wanted to treat you gently, be the best lover to you for your first time, but his concept might’ve been skewed. Many of the animals he saw were brutal, and it was callous, without feeling.

Thomas loved you dearly — and he needed to show you just how much.

You almost expected him to spin you around, but something explosive erupted within your gut as Thomas bent you over the bench at the hip, leathery hand tracing up the smooth plane of your back, tangled within your nightgown. He was decisively swift about bunching the fabric up, letting it pool around your hips as he yanked at your panties.

Prying the thin bundle of fabric away from your cunt, he burrowed himself against you, aching cock throbbing and grinding into your backside, enough to where you could feel the heat bleed through. Thomas was getting a little too excited, especially with your newfound position. It didn’t exactly seem correct — he almost thought about letting you be on top of him.

However, you weren’t vocalizing any sort of disapproval. You careened back into his groin, pushing your hips against him, moaning and sighing his name, absolutely desperate for him to pound you into oblivion, no matter the amount of force. You knew how big he was, and that any roughness would threaten to split you into two, but you didn’t care.

Thomas’s pupils became blown out, like black saucers as you rocked yourself into his clothed cock. The possessive growl that ripped from his throat made you tremble, and he was beginning to throw all inhibitions to the wind, hastily wrestling with his belt and fly of his trousers. He eased his cock out, slathered with precum and enough to really break you in.

Your knuckles were white as you gripped the edge of the bench, feeling his cock split past your folds, thick and fully erect. You weren’t sure if you’d be walking tomorrow, but at least it would be from this, from the overwhelming amount of pleasure you were about to experience.

Thomas began to push forward, somewhat nervous because it was his first time and yours. Maybe he should’ve been doing something different, but he pressed on anyway, his massive cock beginning to bury its way into your tight slit, feeling your cunt clench around him. He grunted, nearly letting out some husky groan at how good you felt.

“Please,” Another wanton moan left you as you hung your head down, feeling his big hands splay out on either side of your hips, squeezing into pliant flesh. “Please, Tommy.” You panted, wanting him to move and move quickly. His sluggishness was likely experimental, and the more you begged, the more his desire grew.

He was torn between going slow and taking it easy, and going absolutely ballistic — as soon as you pushed your hips backward, cunt taking more of his cock, he snapped. With that ironclad grasp he maintained upon your hips, Thomas began to go full steam ahead, hips rutting forward with an impressive speed. He was like a bull out of the pen, already beginning to fuck you.

It was ecstasy.

It was rough, unyielding, messy and sporadic as Thomas fucked you within an inch of your life, groin clashing against your rump, flesh to flesh as he drove his cock in and out of you. He set a brutal pace almost immediately, listening to your myriad of breathy whimpers and blissful cries, back arching and hands digging into the splintering wood of his workbench.

Thomas sounded like the crackling of thunder, his grunts purely animalistic and feral as he pounded into you, cock battering your cunt with nearly all of the force that he could muster. Being bent over like this might’ve sounded a little callous at first, but you were enamored, nearly sobbing from pleasure and the snugness — you felt so full, stretched around his hefty cock. You didn’t really care about the discomfort as he took your virginity, you were too far gone to notice.

“Thomas!” You couldn’t smother your volume, and if you woke the entire Hewitt household up, so be it. Thomas was rutting into you as if you were some bitch in heat, pounding into you so hard that you were rocking forward, the workbench creaking and groaning in protest. You were absolutely soaked, insides battered by the heft of his cock.

Thomas was getting a little too voracious, and he was afraid that he was going to hurt you. His hips stuttered and he began to slow down, hunching over you as he saw the faint glitter of tears stinging your eyes. He knew that he needed to slow down or stop completely, brows drawn together in a look of concern. You were moaning even still, desperately pushing your hips back into him.

“No, no, don’t …” You huffed, shaking your head back and forth. “Please don’t stop Thomas, please.” You begged and pleaded, your body a trembling mess as he let out a softer grunt. “Keep going, Tommy, please!” Tendrils of precum and intermingled arousal oozed from your cunt, and you kept squirming around, desperate for more.

He let out a ragged, husky rumble, watching you cry and whine, your pleas dissipating into needy whimpers that drove him crazy with lust. Thomas hadn’t had anyone beg for him like this, beg for him to demolish them in the way that he was with you. You were the very first, and you would be the very last. He couldn’t get enough of you.

You couldn’t take him not moving, his cock still swollen and full inside of you, lacking any semblance of friction or ounce of movement. You needed him so bad that it was almost paralyzing. “Please.” You whined, the breath nearly ripped from your lungs when he roughly jutted his hips forward, cock beginning to reassume his previous pace.

Listening to you begging for him to pound your cunt again was horribly enrapturing, and Thomas felt obligated to do so now, flying into that brutal pace, quick and needy, almost as needy as you. He wasn’t dragging anything out, he wasn’t fucking you with slow, deliberate thrusts — everything was fast-paced and hasty, cock obliterating your cunt with all the force of a battering ram.

He couldn’t stop.

Thomas was fucking you senseless, almost to the point where he was using you, a notion that irked him. His grunts and your moans filled the space, consuming the feverish atmosphere as he clashed into your rump with his groin, cock pushing into you as far as it could go. He was quick, only pulling back a mere inch or two before clapping back into you, tugging your hips back against him with a powerful command.

You were actually drooling, feeling a hot salivation pool around the corners of your mouth until it dribbled onto the workbench. Your face was nearly pressed into the wood as you were unable to keep holding yourself up at this rate. Your noises were drowned out by the feral, darker sounds of his growls and grunts, cock pulsating with shockwaves of heat that made you shudder around him.

He could see your legs shaking like the leaves on a tree, but Thomas was keen on chasing after his orgasm, wanting to cum inside you, make you feel every palpitation. You moaned his name as if it were the only word you knew, occasionally rocking back against him, only to be rewarded with another sharp thrust of his hips.

The speed of his desperate rutting didn’t slow down even when you came around his cock, flying into your orgasm as if you’d been thrown into it. You were nearly crying, tears of pleasure stinging your eyes as Thomas continued to rail you, hunching in over you, head hung, eyes all glazed-over with a salacious, lustrous shimmer.

“Thomas.” You panted, chest rising and falling, mouth slack and coated in your own drool. It might’ve been embarrassing in any other situation, but you felt so good that you were literally blinded by pleasure. You were dizzy, feeling his cock bury itself into your needy cunt a few times over before the dam broke.

Shamelessly spilling his seed inside of you, Thomas grunted, bringing you back up against his chest as he pumped you full of cum, that breeding urge always prevalent whenever he came. Any excess happened to slather the insides of your thighs, warm and sticky, and you collapsed back against the workbench, legs feeling like jelly, like they lacked any structure whatsoever.

You had to catch your breath, but you would’ve been lying if you said you didn’t want him to do it all over again, right here and right now. Your eyes were blurry, and you hastily blinked the tears of ecstasy out, using the collar of your nightgown to wipe your mouth clean of drool, skin covered in a thin layer of perspiration.

Thomas let out a softer rumble, but he was terrified that he’d gone too far, that he hurt you. You weren’t hurt in the slightest, but your quivering legs and disheveled state said otherwise to Thomas, who pulled out of you with some lewd pop, collecting you into his burly arms.

The concern was obvious within his eyes, but it steadily ebbed away when you hit him with some nonchalant, dazed smile. He stroked your cheek, letting you lean against as he held you close, pressing a kiss against your forehead. You were certainly wanting more — you were hungry for it.

“I want you to do that again,” You mumbled, fiddling with his tie, giving him the biggest pair of bedroom eyes that you could muster. “You won’t hurt me, Tommy. Promise.” Your voice was much too saccharine to properly ignore, and you could hear the grunt forming in Thomas’s chest.

Thomas wasn’t about to deny you anything, but one thing was for certain — you weren’t going to be able to walk tomorrow. After a moment of contemplation, he set you onto solid ground again, watching you grapple onto the workbench for support.

Before you had time to say anything else, he was bending you over again.

Not really smutty (though it could lead into it) but how about tav helping halsin brush and braid his hair? This man deserves to be pampered and have someone care for him as much as he does for everyone else

WOWOWOWOWOW I LOVE THIS IDEA!!! This was so much fun to write thank you Anon!! I hope this turned out the way you were hoping!! Halsin deserves all the pampering!!! Enjoy!

A Moment Together

Baldur's Gate 3

Halsin x Tav!Reader

Summary: After a long day of hard work and battle, you and Halsin decide to spend the remaining hours of the day in each other's company during which you are eager to make sure he feels as relaxed as possible.

Notes: Fluff (so much that it's disgusting lol), hair brushing, no spoilers, just good vibes :)

“Alright, that should be enough.”

The heavy pieces of firewood you had spent almost the entirety of the day gathering fell on the ground with a loud thud, the positive exclamations of gratitude from the others soon following. It was always a rather tedious task, but it proved to be one of the most rewarding. No one could sleep or relax after a hard day in the coldness of the night unless you happened to have an infernal engine for a heart. Karlach was lucky in that aspect, you thought.

The sun still peaked through the thick trees of the forest, though it would not take long until it would retreat behind the horizon. Looking around the camp, everyone seemed just about ready to shed the weight and responsibilities of working to find a solution to your parasite issue and enjoy some much needed rest. The tents were put up, the bedrolls were set around the campfire and the heavy pieces of gear and armor were abandoned in favor of something more comfortable.

You ought to do the same soon.

However, your mind soon wandered when a certain druid entered your vision. A smile crept up to your lips. You were reminded of something you had said earlier in the day, a promise of a moment for just the two of you. Halsin was quick to relax his gaze as he looked over the camp and noticed how everyone seemed content. Should there have been an issue, he would have most likely been the first one to volunteer and offer his help, being the kindhearted druid he was. The thought only made you smile more.

As soon as his eyes found you, you were quick to point to the edge of the camp with a tilt of your head, your feet slowly carrying towards the direction. You were inviting him for a stroll, as you had discussed previously, and he certainly hadn’t forgotten, as he quickly followed you.

The camp slowly disappeared behind you and once it did, Halsin was quick to intertwine his large hand with yours, a gesture he often did when you shared a moment together. You were sure the rest of the camp was privy to the way you two shared glances, some of them were rather… perceptive, and secrecy wasn’t something either of you desired. Perhaps it merely felt more natural when there weren’t others present. Halsin certainly seemed more at ease like this.

“You seemed quite busy today,” you commented, remembering how you hadn’t seen him much all day. It was not terribly unusual, but to say you did not miss him would be a lie. He hummed.

“There was a shortage of potions and other healing items. So I made a longer journey to find a merchant.” You nodded as you listened, but also frowned your brows.

“We do have you and Shadowheart with us…” If you were honest, you were not sure why spend the effort to gather potions when your group consisted of more than one healer. Your thoughtful muttering reached his pointed ears and he was quick to let out a hearty chuckle.

“That may be so. But it does not hurt to be resourceful. We do journey separately at times, after all.”

“That’s true.”

You could not help but smile. Halsin had always been looking over everyone, making sure to offer his help whenever it may have been needed. His kindness was admirable, and in truth, it was needed during times like these.

You continued to walk by his side, his larger stature perfectly framed by the setting sun that continued to seep through the branches and leaves. To not look at him would have been a crime, so you allowed your eyes to wander, taking in his utter beauty as you walked. He had a small but fulfilled smile upon his lips, and his eyes idly looked around ever so slightly, marveling at the grace of nature.

The journey led you two to a gentle stream that flowed through the forest. The water was crystal clear and the warm colors of the sun were reflected on the calmly moving surface beautifully. You were sure this same stream spread into the vast lake just next to your camp. 

Giving glances at each other, the silent decision was made to rest here and unwind after yet another long day, maybe even fall asleep. It wouldn’t have been the first time, and Halsin always made sure to keep you warmer in ways a mere campfire never could.

You carefully sat down on the ground, Halsin keeping your hand in his until you were fully seated. He then laid down, placing his weary head on your lap, looking up at you with a smile that made your heart swell. The habit of his was incredibly endearing, there was just something about this druid, built like the most durable stone wall, gently lying beneath you at the mercy of your touch.

Smiling at him, your hands immediately went to his hair, pulling it back until all of it pooled in your lap. Tilting your head, you looked at his locks, noticing how they had some woodchips and tangles in them. Not a rare sight, quite natural, even. But you frowned, though playfully.

“Shall I brush it?” You asked, making sure to not pull on the knots with your fingers. A small chuckle left his lips.

“I have my doubts you’ll let me get up if I do not accept.” The sarcasm in his tone was obvious, it made you scoff jokingly.

“Of course not. What would the others think?” You sighed and groaned dramatically. “Imagine how horrified Astarion would be!”

Halsin laughed, that pleasant sound ringing in your ears long after he stopped. His laugh was contagious, so you briefly joined him, while reaching for your pocket and pulling out a comb. You looked down at him again.

“Well, what say you?” Your smirk was once again jesting, but his smile was genuine.

“Go right ahead, my heart.”

Smiling, you carefully began running the comb through his hair, noting how he let out a deep breath at the sensation. Brushing his hair had become somewhat of a regular activity, you did it for him every time you could. He enjoyed it. To be surrounded by nature and touched by you so attentively, he could not even begin to think about any better way to forget about the harshness of reality that affected everyone.

You had always thought that Halsin was far too considerate for his own good. He often put himself before others, especially with you. Though it was an incredibly valuable trait, it often left you wondering if anyone ever did anything for him. That’s why you helped him whenever you could, that’s why you held his hands and asked if he needed anything, that’s why you brushed his hair.

Halsin’s breathing was calm and paired with the gentle trickle of the stream as the sun slowly set, you felt like all the horrid things that happened around you did not exist, even if it was for a brief moment. 

His hair was mostly rid of its previous debris and the comb flowed through it effortlessly. You were more or less done but felt like something was missing. Placing the comb down, you ran your fingers through his locks, marveling at the length. His long hair was always open, flowing freely in the wind. As nature intended, you thought.

You took a brief look at him. His eyes were closed as if he was asleep, but you doubted this was the case. Regardless, he looked peaceful and you felt a wave of satisfaction hit you. It would be a lie to claim that it didn’t feel rewarding to see this druid, so concerned for everyone else and working tirelessly to ensure safety among everyone, at ease and utterly relaxed.

Gathering his hair into your hands, you sectioned it and began interweaving them. Halsin surely felt it, as his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. You had never done this before.

“Trust the process,” you said to which he gave a humorous hum. His hand rested on his abdomen and he took a deep breath, simply enjoying the way your fingers touched and gently tugged his brown hair.

As you reached the end of the braid, you looked for something to tie it with. You spotted a flower, white petals practically glowing in the moonlight. It had already been plucked from the ground, so you did not feel bad for reusing it for the greater good. You took a small piece from the base of the stem and used it to tie the end of the braid, to ensure that it would stay put.

You looked at your work and Halsin seemed to sense that you were done, as he slowly stood up, and turned to you. And as you looked at him, you could not stop the heat that spread across your cheek.

The loose braid rested upon his broad shoulder and his large frame was illuminated by the moon, giving him an almost otherworldly aura. His fingers brushed along the braid, there was some surprise in his expression, but it quickly melted away when he noticed how you looked at him.

“I suppose I can compete with Astarion now?” Halsin chuckled as he spoke to which you couldn’t contain a smile.

“Well, almost.” Your hand reached for the flower you had used to tie his hair with and you scooted closer to him, lifting yourself so your eyes were on the same level. Even when sitting down, he towered over you. Carefully, you brushed some of his hair that framed his face behind his ear, the flower following soon after. It came to rest against his ear, giving him a look that seemed to blow you away.

You retreated from him, grinning on the outside, but screaming and squealing inside at how incredibly beautiful he looked.

“Now I’d say you have a chance.”

Halsin pulled you to him as you both laughed, holding you close. He was warm, he always was. You pulled away to look at him, the affectionate sparkle in his hazel eyes warming your heart.

“Thank you, my heart. You… Do so much for me.”

If only he realized. This was nothing compared to what he did not only for you but for everyone. You smiled for what felt like the thousandth time and kissed him, keeping your hands on the sides of his face. The night had fallen, and all possible thoughts of returning to the others faded away. Tonight, you would sleep under the stars, dozing off to the soothing sounds of the stream with him next to you before repeating the grueling routine of the day all over again.

But it felt worth it. For moments like these, you’d do anything.

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