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violetrainbow412-blog · 7 months

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Day 18: protecting

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“Are you okay with this?” Spencer asked, as he was about to walk through the door into the interrogation room.

You had captured the main suspect in a series of murders and Hotch gave Reid the task of interrogating him, but part of the plan was that after he asked some questions you would accompany him since you fit perfectly into victimology. If the man behind the glass was actually guilty, you were in the presence of a narcissistic and misogynistic criminal of the worst kind, violent enough to murder a woman in a matter of seconds if she didn't show interest, and that's why he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that part of the plan.

“Yes, Reid. Everything is fine” to be honest, that answer wasn’t what you wanted to give him, but the case had given you so much headache in the last few days that all you wanted was for it to end, and if the only way to do it was to use yourself as bait, you were ready for it.

The man nodded and then opened the door to enter the room. He asked some questions to the detainee, who had asked not to be handcuffed as a condition for answering, and at one point your partner looked into the mirror to give you the signal.

Ted, that was the unsub's name, tensed up when he saw you enter and was quiet for a second, taking in your entire appearance before speaking again. The look completely sickened you, but you had to stop yourself and Spencer pulled out a chair so you could sit.

“This is my partner, Agent Y/L/N.”

"Agent? I thought a cupcake like this would be your secretary,” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand on the table. You were about to remove it when Spencer stepped forward to gently take it and lower it into your lap, removing it from the criminal's reach as he watched him seriously.

“She's here to watch you, nothing more. Let's continue with the questions."

The agent continued talking to get as much information as possible and you remained as composed as possible, avoiding doing anything that would contribute to his fantasy. But every time Ted deigned to answer he did so without taking his eyes off you and Spencer noticed your stiffness as the minutes passed, so he lowered one of his hands to your knee to squeeze it, as if he were trying to tell you silently that he was there for you.

His big, loving hand calmed you just a little, but that was better than nothing. But what little calm you could have was replaced by a bad feeling when you heard that disgusting man's voice.

“Have you seen the photos of those women?”

That was the second time he spoke specifically towards you and it made you look at him, noticing that he had a satisfied face that made you shiver.

“I am asking the questions”

“They were just like you…” he continued, ignoring your partner's words “Poor girls, they look so helpless and bruised. The man who did that to her definitely made them suffer. If I were you, I wouldn't walk around alone.”

“Mr. Sanders, you are here to answer questions, not to chat.”

“It's okay, Reid,” you murmured. The unsub wanted to talk and thanks to the profile you knew that the more involved you got, the more he would say, so you accepted the responsibility of pushing him away so that he would give you a confession: “If I'm honest, I'm not afraid, not of you or anyone. And I don't even believe that you killed those women”

Although Ted appeared calm, the slight movement of his eyebrows made you realize that being questioned by a woman was irritating him, but he wouldn't give in.

“Then why are you questioning me if you're so sure it wasn't me?”

“A simple suspect elimination procedure,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders. “If you're not handcuffed, it's not because you asked for it, but because you're not a danger. You’ve never done anything meaningful with your life, why would this time be any different?”

It was obvious that your words resonated with him and so you looked at Spencer to get his approval of your actions or a sign for you to stop. Luckily, you got the first one.

“And who are you to talk? You're just a little bitch that was sent here as a bad attempt to trick me”

“And even then, you won’t achieve in your life even half of the things that I have done”

“I highly doubt it,” he laughed.

You suddenly remembered an important characteristic that you had included in the profile and you thought that perhaps a woman hurting his ego would be the straw that broke the camel's back and finally spilled his guilt. It could also result in him attacking you, but it would be worth a try.

"Poor thing, who are you trying to fool?” you scoffed, leaning across the table in his direction until you only needed to whisper, “You can't even get a decent erection.”

Although you imagined it, you definitely didn't expect that man to lunge at you and grab your neck tightly in response to your provocation. He was extremely strong and that's why he managed to push you to the wall, where he lifted you a couple of centimeters off the floor while you kicked.

Fortunately he held you for only a few seconds, because right after Spencer had already lunged at him to free you. You never believed that your friend had the strength to push a grown, muscular man against the space next to you on the wall and not only that, but to bring him back to the table to subdue him with his chest against it and his arms in the back. You didn't even know when he had time to draw his revolver, which was already placed firmly against the detainee's temple.

You were struggling to catch your breath, but even with your blurred vision you managed to register your partner's expression. He was brimming with anger, like you had never seen before.

“If you touch her again, I'm going to put a hole in your head, do you understand?”

Amid the commotion you saw the security guards and Agent Morgan quickly enter the room to help restrain Ted, now placing a necessary pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

“You're going to die, whore,” he growled at you, wanting to break free to attack you again. Your friend just roughly pushed him outside, ready to guide him to a cell inside the police station where he would stay until you guys figured something out.

With just two jumps Spencer was already in front of you and you felt that he was shaking when his hands went up to your face to lift it a little so he could check your neck, although you didn't know if he was shaking from anger or fear.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” his tone of voice had softened compared to the tone he had used with Ted and that made you feel a little safer.

“I… I think so.”

“That damn son of a bitch,” you heard him whisper between his teeth, taking the time to check every inch of your skin. Once he was satisfied, he looked you straight in the eyes and realized that you were crying “No, no, pretty…”

You didn't even know why you were shedding tears, it was probably just from the shock of what had just happened, but your friend's hug felt like a wonderful comfort.

“I didn't mean to get in the way of this, I swear.”

“Don’t say that,” he asked in a serious voice, pulling you closer. “Thanks to you we now have a reason to keep him here, and when we have enough evidence, we will give that monster what he deserves and we will lock him up for life. I will take care of it myself if necessary.”

There was a different kind of hatred in his words, something you had rarely seen towards an unsub: it was a personal and strong feeling.

“Thank you for defending me”

"Are you kidding?" he murmured almost offended, while he separated from you to observe you “We are a team and I will never let anyone lay a finger on you, do you understand me? Nobody. Never"

After that he held you against him again and then you could cry freely, sheltered by his warm and wide body. When had he become so strong? You didn't know it, but you were grateful that a man like him was taking care of you.

And as he comforted you, he realized that the promise he had just made to you wasn't empty, like many people make, because Spencer knew that he would be able to face his worst fears if you were in danger. He had done it this time and he would do it as many times as necessary to keep you completely safe.

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heartilywrites · 28 days

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♡ — Give in to Me; Korra

resume: where you are stubborn and Korra is tired of that.

content warning: fight descriptions, firebender!reader, one minor death description, a small fight, established romantic relationship between Korra and the reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n.

word count: 1.4k

a/n: HI im here to contribute to the cause: not enough Korra fics out there. I got this os idea out of the air, if anyone has any request to make more fics of Korra, or any other character of this universe ehem, let me know ;D I just came back from a writer's block!

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “ 𝓘'm sorry, is this OUR stab wound.ᐣ ”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ With one hand trying to put pressure in a red spot to stop the blood while the other was throwing fire attacks in a desperate manner, you were helping the Krew to fight a group of bandits trying to terrorize a village. One of them was a metalbender who got you off guard and made a deep cut on your left side.

Sweat was dripping down your face, it was notorious how your breathing became irregular by the way your chest was moving and your arm use to bend was starting to ache.

You were tired already and your opponent seemed to notice that, at one point you needed to buy some time to breathe so you decided to make a maximum effort and put your last reservation of energy in taking him out.

You made him back a couple of steps when throwing kicks and fire and at the second you realized he got disoriented, a lightning was shot at him by you. The only sound after the rumble of said element was his body impacting with the floor and your heavy breathing while both hands took place on your knees, trying to calm yourself down.

The voice of the avatar made an echo behind you, she was yelling your name looking for you once everyone was defeated.

You were quick to take a piece of fabric and tie your abdominal area to stop the bleeding; it wasn't that bad of a injury, you thought to yourself, it will heal quickly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “There you are!” The southerner exclaimed when she got eyes on your figure, you were fixing up your hair. “I heard the lightning, are you okay?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Course,” you move a little bit to show the body of your opponent, Korra raised her eyebrows. “He's going to be fine. . . I think, don't worry 'bout him!” your hand was fast to reach hers and make her walk beside you. “Are we leaving?”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Yeah, everyone is on the ship already, you got the farthest.” she said, her brows frown a little bit at the sensation of liquid in the hand she was holding yours. The avatar took away that hand and look at it. “You're bleeding!?” she asked horrified and looked up at you.

You were serene at the situation, you dismissed the seriousness of the injury moving your hand. “It's nothing, Korra, it was a superficial cut, I'll be fine.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Are you sure? Let me see—” she tried to reach you to look for said cut and you moved away way too quick that made you groan with pain.

The adrenaline was washing away leaving you with a sore body and a stinging pain on the side. Your girlfriend frowned again. “I'm okay! Stop worrying about me! I know how to take care of myself, thank you very much.” you tried to defend yourself, left hand was stretched out to stop her from coming nearer.

The brunette was silent for a bit, she knew how hot-headed you could be when about your problems it was. “But you're not alone anymore! You have me and if you are hurt I want to know so I can help you.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I don’t need your help, I can handle this!” you exclaimed making your way in the airship, interrupting a 'want some fruit pies?' coming from Bolin who only stood there afterwards watching you walk away to rest and turning back at Korra.

The whole team was on silence after the scene, three of them looking confused while Korra looked annoyed.

The rest of the trip back to Air Temple Island you were sleeping without interruptions, that was more than you ever did, your girlfriend took that as a sign of tiredness after the fight and you using the lightning to defend yourself.

Even if you were a pretty skilled lightning bender, it wasn't a bending you used on your daily basis so she didn't know if the use of that defense mechanism was tiring for you or not. In fact, she didn't know much about how you reacted to injuries or problems since you were so reserved with anyone about your weak spots, living in a conservative family where you were taught that any emotion besides courage was a weak and useless emotion that people could use against you.

And Korra knew about that when she met you in a tournament of pro–bending, there's where she fell in love with you.

The avatar tried so hard to break your shell so you could opened up to her and trust in her with everything you did or felt, no success at all it seemed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey, we're here.” you heard the voice of your girlfriend, your body moved a bit with a groan of pain and your eyes opened lazy, feeling your eyelids still heavy. “Let's go, you can sleep better in your room.”

A bit slow, you were able to stand up from your sleeping spot. Your eyes were trying to focus on the brunette, blinking a lot when you saw blurry. “Where. . .?” you were able to say hoarsely.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Air temple island, you slept the whole night.” she said giggling a little bit, acting as if the fight before you slept didn't happen. She felt the nuisance in her, but thought maybe it was better to talk it once you were fully well rested.

You nodded and stood up. Black spots started to appear in your visual field and a sensation of dizziness invaded your body; when trying to take a step you stumbled and if Korra wasn't fast enough you could've hit the floor. “I'm okay. . . I. . .”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Oh, no, you are definitely not okay.” she said with a mix of worry and anger in her voice. With so easiness (you really didn't had the strenght to fight her off) she found your cut and her eyes shot open when she saw how deep it was and how soaked your whole side was, your clothes being a tone darker than the fabric usually was. “What the fuck!? You're bleeding out! This is a big cut!”

Your words tangled in your tongue, not making a coherent sentence while trying to stay awake. The southerner was quick to take you in her arms bridal style and almost run inside the temple, asking for help.

Korra was in charge of healing you, once she got access to water her hands moved automatically over your injury. The first contact got a scream out of you and then, you relaxed.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You'll be fine, it's okay, darling, you'll be fine.” she said to you, now that there was better light she could see how pale you got overnight. Her teeth got her own inferior lip, nervous about the whole thing. “I'm sorry, I should've insisted last night, you wouldn't have lost so much blood.”

A shush came from your mouth, smiling weak afterwards. “It's not your fault. . . I'm the one who's sorry, I shouldn't be so proud. . .” you frown raised a bit. “I know I should communicate more to you if I want this to work out.” the way you spoke hoarsely made Korra shake a bit.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We'll work on that,” was her response. Once she made sure you were all good, she moved now to help you get all bandaged up to let the cut heal completely. “Together, as we have been doing all this time.” she murmured.

When she was done, she sat at the bed where you were lying and smiled fondly your way. Korra loved you. She loved you so dearly and it was reciprocate, the love both of you felt for the other was so strong to the point of wanting to change for the better, to be the better version of each other that could exist.

The avatar leaned on you to leave a sweet kiss on your lips, caressing your cheek with devotion, you tried not to smile with excitement at the thought of her love being yours and yours only.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You know what this also means?” she said interrupting your thoughts after pulling away a little bit to speak to you on whispers, you made a sound of question. “You will have me all on you to take care of you and give you the best pampering sessions.”

You laugh with happiness at the thought of that, another groan left your lips followed by 'stop, you're hurting yourself!' that made you laugh with Korra again. She was careful to lie next to you and take you in arms to take a nap together. Neither of you were slow to get yourselves lost in dreams a minute later.

#the legend of korra #legend of korra #avatar korra #korra x reader #korra x you #avatar the last airbender #fanfic #oneshot

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pinkgy · 3 months

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okay, ignore the previous ask, i can't be more blind and stupid (💀).

so, if it isn't a bother, may you write some headcanons about the kings (satan, mammon, beelzebub and leviathan) with a reader who's slightly chubby and dislikes their (reader's) body.

thanks in advance, dear.

–☕ (wishing to end myself after this one.)

Hi ! Thank you so much for your request and congratulations for being the first request that is not about sex lol I needed a break.

Here it is! I loved writing this request and I hope you like it ♡

It's a bit OOC in some parts (Leviathan), but in my defense, it's not easy to write fluff about them.

Also, I'm sorry if I didn't focus much on the body type part, I'm not a great fan of specifying the reader's body type, race, and sometimes even height, but it's okay! I tried my best.

Also, this is my contribution to the soft and sweet Mammon HC.

𝗪𝗛𝗕

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

"𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗜 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨"

♡

𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗡

✮ He’s in denial, Satan has you on a pedestal and he genuinely cannot believe that you think this way about yourself, simply because it’s a completely different opinion than the one he has of you.

✮ If you dare to mention any discomfort with your appearance in front of him, he will laugh in your face telling you to stop joking about such things, and when you look at him completely serious he might realize that he was wrong.

✮ Satan genuinely doesn't have any specific body preference, in his eyes you’re perfect, all he cares about is that you’re healthy both physically and mentally.

✮ Once he fully realizes, you won't EVER hear him joking about it, and if someone else dared to they’re dead within seconds. The same goes for you "jokingly" mistreating yourself, that's the biggest offense for him and the lecture your life awaits you.

✮ This situation would become a priority for satan, he's capable of leaving aside all his work just to do the impossible to make you feel better about yourself.

✮ He gets very frustrated every time you talk negatively about yourself, and he feels sad every time he notices that you feel insecure about your body, Satan somehow puts himself in your shoes, and that makes him take everything too seriously.

“Stop looking at yourself like that, I know what you're thinking and I don't like it” He hugs you from behind "Let's talk, you're too pretty to be thinking those things"

𝗕𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗭𝗘𝗕𝗨𝗕

✮ He might believe that you’re joking if you tell him, and he also might jokingly tell you something like “Yeah, I don’t like your body either” Clearly no offense intended, he would genuinely think that you’re not being serious.

✮ Beelzebub won’t realize that his “Harmless comment” made you feel bad unless someone else tells him that he screwed up, probably many days later he will approach you and actually apologize.

✮ Don’t expect any elaborate apologies from him, he will tell you what is necessary. But after he has taken a long time trying to remember everything you said to him that day, he will subtly start looking for ways to make you feel better about yourself.

✮ Believe me, Beelzebub is going to make sure you hear every chance he gets about how perfect you are, and in case he forgets to tell you, Bael is under strict orders to remind him.

✮ He’s really supportive but he sucks at showing it, his main goal is to distract you from your insecurity by at the same time trying to not distract himself, and somehow, it works.

"And who said that being yourself is not okay? As long as that beautiful body of yours is well-fed and healthy, you are the hottest person out there"

𝗠𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗢𝗡

✮ He would get offended, but like, really offended, the moment he notices or when you tell him about it he acts like those Latina grandmas when their grandchild tells them they're gay,

literally him.

✮ He's never seen anyone more ethereal than you, how do you even dare to dislike yourself?

✮ He genuinely doesn’t care about your body type, your weight, etc, as long as you’re healthy he’s going to love every part of you.

✮ He’s an amazing listener, Mammon will encourage you to vent to him while he slowly caresses your hair, and every time you say something he’s not okay with, he kisses your forehead.

✮ He wouldn't think you're joking, the opposite, Mammon would take this really seriously, but like, too seriously, to the point where you’re not getting out of Tartaros without loving your body as much as he loves it, and believe me, that’s a lot.

“How can you hate such a beautiful body like yours? Every inch of you is perfect and just looking at you feels like a privilege, so don't overthink too much please”

𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗔��𝗛𝗔𝗡

✮ Leviathan will genuinely get mad at you, if he finds out, he will ignore you, and if you tell him, he will leave and ignore you too, but it’s temporary, he will get over it in a few days.

✮ He kind of sucks at comforting people, but he can and will try his best with you, just don’t expect much from him, and know that he’s genuine about it.

✮ He will make an annoyed face every time you comment something negative about yourself, and trust me, you will notice.

✮ Leviathan has a very good memory, and he’ll make a mental note of every part of your body that you mention that you don’t like, and every chance he gets he will make sure to kiss or caress that part. He won’t be very obvious, but somehow, he will find a way to discreetly improve your opinion of yourself.

✮ He would hang anyone who dared to make jokes about your body, and would also hang anyone who complimented you, only he has the right to do that.

✮ And on those days when you feel particularly bad about your body, Leviathan will be sure to find a way to distract you with something else, he’s very observant so he wouldn’t need to listen to you to know how you feel, he’ll just suddenly leave his work for a few hours and take you to one of your favorite places, even if he hates the place, he hates more that you have a bad opinion of yourself.

“Get those thoughts out of your head, people should be jealous of how you look, okay? Don't be ridiculous”

#prettybusy what in “hell” is bad?#what in “hell” is bad?#whb #whb satan #whb beelzebub #what in hell is bad x reader #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb leviathan x reader #whb satan x reader #whb mammon x reader #whb beelzebub x reader

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respectthepetty · 4 months

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An Appreciation Post to the Newbies

I keep seeing a lot of end-of-the-year posts where users admit they are new (like new new, day-old fresh new). Either new to creating posts, new to interacting with others, new to BL Tumblr, or even new to Tumblr in general. There are a lot more of y'all than I thought, but I just wanted y'all to know

I appreciate you!

Even the ones who came around in 2022. Y'all are all cool kids (not age-specific). Most of y'all are really nice. Most of y'all took the space seriously, did your homework, and have really committed to watching older BLs while continuously watching newly-released ones. Some of you even came equipped with data and PowerPoints and stuff like little BL researchers. Others have been contributing to our GIFs department which doesn't get enough respect!

I'm not tagging anyone, but know if you entered this space within the past two years, this post is for you. Yes, you! You came into BL Land with kind hearts, asked questions, and got to creating!

It was clear from various polls that most of you entered the space via GMMTV's free YouTube channel and only ventured out to other Thai BLs, but others took big leaps and tasted some Korean, spicy Taiwanese, kinky Japanese, and even Filipino and Vietnamese BLs!

So good for all of y'all! No matter what you watched, how you contributed, or how much you interacted, your presence was felt.

Thanks for coming. Thanks for staying. And thanks for being weird about it.

#I appreciate the appreciation #but I appreciate y'all more #thanks for entering BL Land #and thanks for being kind #also thanks for being weird #best of BLs 2023 is you!

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mangywayway · 4 months

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✨This is my contribution to the Harringrove Relay Race ✨

So, it must be said that neither Steve nor Billy actually celebrated Christmas.

Despite being a believer, Billy had never celebrated Christmas with his old family, and he still couldn't let go and celebrate as he would like, even though several years have passed; Steve on the other hand, had stopped believing in whatever otherworldly creature rules the world since he was around 14 and had realized that he couldn't rely on anyone else but himself. So, no celebrations in the Harrington-Hargrove house.

But, BUT, despite everything, they continued to put up a small tree every year, also because more often than not the children (who weren't children anymore since they were now close to their twenties, which Steve refused to acknowledge because it meant that he was getting old) invaded their house to put it up and decorate their house, and then they had to admit that they both liked the lights and that they brought them comfort even after all those years (and the company was always welcome, despite the confusion it brought) and therefore they continued with this little tradition of theirs, just to celebrate the holidays together ✨

Soo, first of all, if you saw any typos or grammar mistakes, no you didn't (I'm joking, I'm joking).

Second, I really want to thanks the @harringrove-relay-race to let me participate, and I want to remind all of you that we are just at the beginning, so please get yourself ready and look forward to wonderful work from the next contributor, @kiraixi 💙✨✨

(adding this here, I knew the theme wasn't strictly holidays related but I couldn't resist and, btw, Happy Holidays to all of you guys!! Even if you don't celebrate at all I still hope you can spend a wonderful time!)

AND, because my brain is stupid and I couldn't find it again, to whoever created the post about Billy buying a lot of sharks related decorations, please know that I loved your idea so much that I needed to add some sharks in there just for that. Seriously, thank you so much ✨ (so all credits and kudos to you for that).

#art #fanart #harringrove relay race #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #btw yes I have a thing fro drawing Billy on Steve's lap #shame on me I suppose #mangywayway

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ryuua · 5 months

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After the Curtain Call

!4.2 ARCHON QUEST MAJOR(?) SPOILERS!

Furina has found herself indulging in more simple pleasures lately — one of which includes drowning in your comfort and attention. However, today takes a different turn than usual.

🌢 Furina x gn!reader

🌢 Genre: Fluff, comfort(?)

🌢 Warnings: 4.2 ARCHON QUEST MAJOR(?) SPOILERS, Furina might be OOC, may not be canon to lore or what happened after the 4.2 archon quest since I haven't done Furina's story quest yet, not entirely proofread

A/N: As mentioned in the warning since I haven't done Furina's story quest yet, I don't actually know what happened after the events of the 4.2 archon quest. Although I did have a f!reader in mind, it's mostly gender-neutral so anyone and all can enjoy :D The reader's origins are kept as vague as possible so their identity in Teyvat and how they came to know Furina and whatnot are up to your imagination BUT it's set that you're Furina's significant other and you know about the deeper plot line. Anyway I've become such a Furina enthusiast I had to write this love live laugh Furina

"Furina..."

"Huh? Who's that..?"

"Furina..."

"..Ah!"

Hey eyes widened, the déjà vu settling uncomfortably inside her yet she calmed at the sight of the caller.

"...Y/N.. did I fall asleep..?"

Furina asked groggily, reaching her hands to rub her eyes and to her surprise, it was wet.

"Oh.. was I..?"

"Mm, you were out for quite a while. What were you dreaming of?"

They glided their finger from her cheek to her eyes, gently wiping away the tears that formed during her slumber. Their warmth spread out onto her face, replacing the cold droplets that stained it before. It was comforting to say the least, and Furina wanted to bury herself in this feeling forever.

"Dream? I was dreaming of..."

(Thank you— all you've done— this moment—)

"—Furina?"

"..Sorry, did I space out?"

Furina's vision slowly came back into focus, giving them a tired smile and in return, received a worried one.

"Haha, it's alright. Do continue where you left off, you'll feel better once you let it out."

"Hm? What do you mean?"

Y/N stared at her solemnly, though their smile still there. Furina sat herself up and turned her curious gaze towards them. Once again, their hands moved to cup her face in them, shifting closer to Furina as they pressed a small kiss to the side of her eye where she finally felt it. Was she crying? Pulling away, they chuckled at her realization

"You were crying."

"Eh.. Is that so? ...This must be an overflow of Hydro from my person."

A stare down accompanied by a long silence followed before both of them bursted into a fit of laughter.

"Really now? As expected of the great Furina. Only one such as she could store so much Hydro in them to the point it'd overflow."

Their giggles continued to surround the quaint room they were in and as time would go on, so would the moment. They soon found themselves staring into the other again until Y/N ultimately broke the silence.

"Hey.. you're not the Hydro Archon anymore, okay? You don't have to carry your burdens by yourself. You could always tell me... or even Neuvillette! I'm sure he'd be more than happy for you to waltz into his doors unannounced, just as you once did."

"My dear, what are you implying!"

"Hehe, it's nothing. But.. seriously. I'm sure... Focalors wouldn't want you to be stuck in the past as well."

Furina's eyes widen. Now fully able to feel the tears falling down her face like a waterfall. Her façade slowly cracked, revealing her inner troubles deep down one by one as she buried her head into the crook of Y/N's neck. She sobbed endlessly, her hands clinging to their clothes with desperation as if they would leave her. Images flash through her mind: when she worked tirelessly to contribute to saving Fontaine, when she was found guilty and thought all hope was lost, when everyone had turned their backs to her upon the truth. All of them were still weighing in the back of her mind all this time, but she had deceived herself into thinking she left everything in the past, to the past.

"You're not alone anymore, Furina. I'll always be here for you."

That's right. Furina was no longer alone, now she could — and she would — rely on other people for her problems. Rely on Y/N.

"And I wish nothing but for you to be happy, Furina. Hush now, love."

Their voice made her feel like she was floating, slowly carrying her away from a deep, dark void into a world of only comfort and happiness. Their words swayed her back and forth gently and lulled her into slumber, one that was full of bliss, one where both of them would be in, one that made her the happiest.

With a final kiss to her forehead, they whispered lovingly to Furina.

"Let's live happily from now on," (—live happily—)

"As you once wished." (—Just as I wished we could—)

Oml I finished it. This was done over the course of a week or two so I'm starting to not really like how it turned out but OH WELL I'LL WRITE ABT GOING ON A DATE WITH HER NEXT MAYBE JUST SIMPLE WHOLESOME OUTING STUFF Thank you for readinggg

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #genshin impact x you #furina #furina de fontaine #furina x reader #furina x you #furina x y/n #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader

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hollowwrites · 9 months

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Ominis Headcanons

🔥 This is my dumpster fire of Ominis 🔥

Burn with me.

I’ll refer to MC as Evelyn throughout this cause she’s my ship with Omi. This is basically my notes page. Things my conflict. Who cares? If anything grabs you please ask about it. You guys inspire me for way too much of my stuff 💚

I’m just gonna mix NSFW stuff in with this so 🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Fifth Year Ominis is too caught up in Sebastian’s bullshit to notice if he was going too far. He clings to any niceties afforded to him. You need help finding your class? Sure you can hold onto his arm. You’re aching from the Crucio ordeal? You can lean against him and have a nap with him. You become his coping method of losing Anne and Sebastian. He can forgive himself for opening up a little too much…he’s gone through a lot.

Sixth Year Ominis is straight denial. No they’ve always been this close they had to be because of Sebastian. Not that anyone else knows that. You just showed up and you’ve both been inseparable ever since. You’re just very good friends.

Seventh Year Ominis is determined, will stop at nothing until Evelyn is his (See Blindsided for evidence!!!)

Can touch his wand to things to see colour. Found out after he fell into Sebastian one time and jabbed him in the ribs. The Olive green of his waistcoat flashed across his eyes. Only discovered it that late in his life because by the time he’d gotten his wand he’d already become estranged from his family so kept away from them.

Has advanced Proprioception, the sense of knowing where your body is in relation to it parts. It extends to people around him so when he’s sat with his friends he doesn’t always need to have his wand out to know if they’re moving around. His wand extends and enhances it

His favourite subject is Defence Against the Dark Arts. He’s ridiculously good at it. I’ve wrote about good of a duelist I think he is here but I think it extends past that. He’s overheard so much at home he knows how to combat a lot of it. Good knowledge of curse both Unforgivable and otherwise. Probably caused a lot of tension in fifth year between him and Seb. Contributing factor to their iffy relationship because let’s face it they don’t really act like best friends.

Was an UNREAL seeker in third year. Won every match because he could hear the snitch from across the pitch. Imelda banned him after matches ended too quickly. Was completely unbothered, only joined because Seb begged him to

Tallest of the boys but doesn’t look it due to his posture being awful (Seriously why does he slouch so badly) (Does mean when he fully stands up he’s HELLA TALL)

Has little crescent moon shaped scars along his palm from clenching his fists in his sleep.

Really good friends with Garreth. I’ve wrote so much for those two I just can’t help it. He reminds him of Sebastian before his sister was cursed.

Has a really good relationship with Hecat. She told him stories in First Year about Professor Black from back in Hogwarts so he wouldn’t be scared of him telling his parents things. Probably why he’s not scared to talk to him.

Only speaks Parseltongue when he can’t control himself. When he’s angry, or in Pain or…other times 👀

Nicknames

Only uses terms of endearment as an insult. King of the ‘Oh Sweetheart’ in a smarmy way…still kinda hot

I don’t imagine he calls anyone by anything other than their full name. Sebastian is always Sebastian Never Seb.

Except Evelyn, she is everything but her full name. Unless he’s mad at her. Eve, Ev, V, Evie.

He’ll only call her pet names if the time calls for it i.e. I saw someone’s fic where he calls her Hummingbird and I LOOOOVE that (Sorry can’t remember who that was but THANK YOU!)

‘Be honest with me, Little Hummingbird. Your heart is so fast, I know you’re lying’

Liberal use of ‘Good Girl’ in the bedroom but only after they’re comfortable with each other.

‘Be a Good Girl and get on your knees for me’

🔞 NSFW Headcanons 🔞

He’d be the best to lose your virginity to. He would absolutely be tender and sweet. I love Dominis as much as the next gal but he would be so sweet

He’s either planed the whole thing and everything perfect (Undercroft all lit up with candles and blankets and VERY STRONG locking charm on the gate) or it’s the most wonderful spontaneous event (piled up breathless on the floor of the prefects bathroom)

Speaking of one or the other, Ominis is either the sweetest most gentle man on the planet or he is absolutely insatiable ravenous filth.

Likes choking, spanking and biting. Like pulling the little gasps and moans and hisses from her.

FOREPLAY KING he cannot see! You cannot tell me he doesn’t love hearing how worked up she gets until she’s begging for him (Loves begging too)

No guy is good at fingering but…👀 he is. It just touching and fingers THATS HOW HE GETS AROUND ON A DAY TO DAY BASIS HE IS GOOD AT THAT SHIT!!

Hates whenever you have to be quiet. Almost makes it a game to see if he can force her to make a noise.

Other posts where I spout waffle about Ominis here and here and here

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sensivs · 1 year

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Smash

SUBBY GHOST SMUT O_o ?!?!?!

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Basic summary: your a very flirty man, you basically flirt with everyone in 141, but ghost takes your flirting to the next level bc he’s IN LUV WITH YOU OOOOOOO, and then he corners you and basically says “give me that dick”

(Btw your shorter than him, maybe 6’2/6’0 or however short you wanna be)

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“Hey sexy, what you doing with all that?” You said to soap as he walked by, soap chuckled, “I’m gonna go to sleep”

“Awhhhh, can I sleep with you?” “Not today at least” you then again whined but let soap be on his way.

You were just gonna go have a walk outside, today had been a tough day and all you needed was a good refresher.

You stepped out of the base and just started walking, looking ahead into the black road. You then looked up into the sky, the stars glistened, fire blazing 40 trillion kilometers away from where you stood.

The moon shined the brightest, wanting all the compliments that the world had to say for it contribution.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on his shoulder, he looked back, readying to punch the shit out of whoever dared to touch you.

It was.. ghost? “Ghost what are you doing here?” “I was looking for you”, oh god what did ghost want from you now?

He already asked you to do 160 push ups earlier today so maybe he wanted more from you. “I-“ “no I’m not gonna do 160 push ups right now thank you”.

Ghost chuckled, “no I’m not gonna asking that, it’s just..” you grew more concerned on what ghost had for you, he was not the type of guy to hold back anything he had to say and was straight up.

“I was wondering about that thing you said to me earlier..” what? What did you say to him earlier?… oh yea.

You told him how fucking hot he was, no lies were told tho. “Oh yea, haha, are you here to beat me up for it?”

“Not necessarily” if he didn’t want you to do 160 push ups.. and if he didn’t want to beat you up for calling him a hottie then.. what did he want.

“I just thought.. if the thing you said.. did you mean it?” What? Did this guy never experience flirting? Tbh.. you really did mean it, no one just took you seriously bc you flirt too much.

“Oh.. yea I kinda did to be honest” you sheepishly rubbed your neck, not wanting to be straight forward with how much you really did like ghost.

Ghost looked kinda taken aback by it, even in the barely lit area you two were in, the moon shone on ghost’s mask and his eyes.

His eyes were fucking beautiful in the night sky.. the brown and white really went well together.

“If you want me to stop then I can do that” “no.. it’s just..” you could tell that ghost was struggling to say something, he was trying to make something out of the sputters that came out of his mouth.

He grew irritated and you realized that, “hey hey, let’s calm down alright?” You grabbed both of his hands, the warmth that your hands made ghost stop his sentence.

He looked into your eyes, he completely embarrassed himself and he knew that. He took a deep breath..

“I like you..” you heard him, but just to play with him.. “what?” “I fucking like you ok?” Your eyes widened a bit.

Ghost.. an absolute killing machine, has gone through so many traumatic things, cold blooded and didn’t care for anyone .. was in love with you?

“Oh yea? What do you like about me~?” “Shut up and just kiss me” oh wow.. what a straight forward approach for someone who didn’t know how to express anything.

Ghost lifted up his mask above his lips and collided them with yours. You kissed him with passion, you loved him with everything in you.

Ghost grabbed your ass, you took this as a chance to wrap your legs around his waist. “You gonna fuck me?” Ghost chuckled and shook his head, “no, you’re gonna be the one to fuck me”.

.. WHAT 😨. Ghost was.. A SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE GUY???? This had to be a dream… cuz this is was exactly what you wanted.

“Oooo, how will everyone else feel knowing their killing machine is an absolute whore?” “I don’t fucking care anymore, just fucking take off your pants and fuck me with everything you got”.

You quickly took off your pants, along right ghost’s as well. Ghost’s ass was HUGE, I’m not kidding, you touched it, THAT SHIT JIGGLED.

You then had a wonderful idea.. you charged up your hand and slapped the shit out of his ass. You heard ghost moan from that..

God this man was an absolute whore for pain but you didn’t complain. You then took two fingers and pressed them against ghost’s mouth.

“Suck them babe~” he happily did so, drenching your fingers in so much saliva it dripped out of his mouth.

You took your two fingers and positioned them at his hole. You then pushed them into him, fuck was he tight.

He clenched a bit but you could tell that he was trying his best not to. You started to finger him, causing the big man to start moaning like an absolute whore.

“You like this don’t you?” Between moans ghost responded with a shakey “y-yes”. Once you stretched him again, you positioned your dick right in front of his hole.

But something came up in your mind.. you then had the perfect position for ghost’s and your first time.

You sat flat down on your booty, you grabbed ghost’s hips and pulled them closer to you. Right where ghost’s hole was now perfectly positioned above your cock.

You then pushed him down, ghost’s ass basically engulfing your cock to the base. Ghost moaned loudly, he knew that it was extremely loud but he honestly didn’t care. He just wanted you and your cock.

“Ride me big boy~” the way you said that made ghost shiver in excitement, he then picked up his ass and then slammed it back down.

You threw your head back, this bitch really knew how to ride a big cock. He kept bouncing his ass up and down, his huge ass jiggling every second he rode you like a rodeo.

You couldn’t take it anymore.. “o-oh fuck..! Cumming!!” You squealed as you then blew a huge load into ghost.

You huffed a bit, but ghost kept bouncing on you. “W-what the fuck are you doing? I already came!”

“We’re not stopping until I cum big boy~” ghost’s riding became too much to handle, he was overstimulating you and wanted all the cum you could offer.

You felt his hole clench, he was close. A few seconds later. He came.

You two sat there, trying to catch both of your breathes. “Sooo.. does this mean we’re dating?” “What do you think?….. of course we fucking are”

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HEYYY GUYS :D

Sorry for not uploading for a couple of days, school is getting kinda tuff BUT WINTER BREAK IS COMING WOOOOOOOOO

be ready for upcoming smuts! And hcs <3333

LOVE YOU GUYS !!!!!! /p

#ghostmw2 #mw2 #smut #cod x male reader #male reader

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sheriffaxolotl · 2 months

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Fallen: A Path to Redemption (Chapter 4) Alastor x Reader

Word count: 5,879

✿ Friends to Lovers ✿ Slow Burn ✿ Eventual Romance ✿

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Well, you should have expected this.

The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, weighing heavily on everyone present. You could practically feel the disappointment radiating from Charlie and Vaggie, their expressions mirroring the disaster unfolding on the screen.

Alastor's voice cut through the heavy silence, a smug edge creeping into his tone as he reveled in the chaos he had unleashed. "So, what do you think?" he inquired, his crimson eyes alight with amusement.

Vaggie didn't mince her words, her frustration boiling over as she unleashed her pent-up frustration. "I'm sorry. What the fuck was that?" Her voice crackled with indignation, the sharpness of her words slicing through the air like a blade.

You offered a strained smile, feeling the discomfort in the air settle like a heavy blanket. It was clear that this wasn't the reaction anyone had hoped for. But before the tension could escalate further, Charlie interjected, attempting to diffuse the tension.

"Uh, yeah. One note, Alastor," she began, her words cautious as she navigated the delicate balance of criticism and gratitude. "I mean, first off, thank you so much for making this, seriously amazing, but um, maybe the tone is a bit off. We want people to want to come here. This makes it look, um..."

“Bad. The word you're looking for is bad,” Vaggie cut in, her glare unwavering as she addressed the radio demon.

The tension in the room became almost palpable, making you shift nervously and fiddle with the collar of your shirt, eager for some resolution to the discomfort.

"Funny. I was going for hilarious," Alastor retorted with a chuckle, his tone dripping with amusement. You shot him a pointed glance, suppressing the urge to reach over and pinch his ears, though the temptation was strong. Yet, you knew better than to provoke the powerful demon – your life wasn't worth the risk.

As the argument between Alastor and the others continued, you found yourself tuning out their voices, the incessant chatter grating on your already frayed nerves. Rubbing your temples in frustration, you couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment bubbling up within you.

You had tried to convince Alastor to let you help with the commercial, eager to lend your expertise and make a meaningful contribution to the project. But he had dismissed your offers with a wave of his hand, keeping you occupied with menial tasks and endless piles of paperwork.

It felt like you had been running around non-stop for the past week, playing catch-up with the never-ending stream of administrative work that seemed to pile up faster than you could tackle it. Who knew that running a small hotel could generate so much paperwork?

But as the voices around you continued to drone on, the weight of exhaustion settling like a heavy fog around you, you couldn't help but wonder if you would ever catch a break. And as you stole a glance at Alastor, who seemed unfazed by the chaos unfolding around him, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his dismissive attitude than met the eye.

Maybe he was being like this towards you because of the Voxtech radio he found. Maybe.

As Vaggie's voice pierced through the room like a knife, her words dripping with frustration and disappointment, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for her. Her impassioned plea cut straight to the heart of the matter, laying bare the simmering resentment that had been bubbling just beneath the surface.

"Oh, fun? You had a little fun with it?!" Vaggie exclaimed, her hands gesturing at him with each word. "Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you're mocking us. Nobody's gonna wanna come to a place that a powerful overlord like you thinks is a waste of time."

The tension in the room thickened as her words hung in the air, the weight of her accusation settling heavily on Alastor's shoulders. Yet, despite the gravity of the situation, he remained unruffled, a faint smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he regarded Vaggie with an air of detached amusement. Without a second thought, you spoke up to fill the silence.

"We'll give it another shot, Vaggie. I assure you, Alastor simply needs some time to adjust to this new—"

Your words were cut short as a sudden movement caught your eye, drawing your attention to Angel Dust, who raised a hand from his lounging position on the couch, instantly commanding the focus of the room.

"What?" Vaggie grumbled, clearly not in the mood for interruptions.

"If you're filming a commercial, can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?" Angel chimed in, his flamboyant gestures emphasizing his point as he reached for a bottle with one arm while the other three gestured toward himself.

"Angel, you're a porn star," Vaggie retorted, her tone dripping with exasperation.

A sudden realization struck you like a bolt of lightning, and your eyes widened in surprise. 'Oh! That's where you know Angel from!' you thought, piecing together the puzzle of his familiar face. Memories of hastily averted eyes and flustered embarrassment flooded back to you – you had stumbled upon advertisements for his work before, though you had quickly looked away, not wanting to indulge in such content. Caught up in your revelation, you had momentarily lost track of the conversation unfolding around you.

“Why not? Sex sells don't it? I swear if you film me going at it with Mr. fancy talk creepy voice here, you'd be rolling in participants willing to stay at this tacky hotel.” Angel Dust interjected, his voice laced with a provocative edge. You whipped your head in his direction, your lips parting in shock at his brazen suggestion.

Alastor appeared beside the couch where Angel was lounging, his chuckle reverberating through the room. "Ha ha. Never going to happen," he declared, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

"Angel, I appreciate your willingness to utilize your... talents to attract guests to the hotel, but I really don't want to exploit you in that way," Charlie interjected, her voice tinged with nervousness as she attempted to diffuse the tension. But Angel, true to form, only made matters worse.

"Oh, please, baby," Angel continued, his tone dripping with innuendo. "This body was made to be exploited. I got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs. I got the lung capacity." He let out a raucous laugh. "Oh, I got the legs. The gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits."

As Angel's explicit remarks filled the air, a deep blush crept up your cheeks, the heat of embarrassment spreading like wildfire across your face. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, desperately seeking refuge from this moment.

With a quick glance around the room, you found yourself unable to meet anyone's gaze, your embarrassment threatening to consume you whole. Charlie's sudden departure provided a welcome distraction, and you seized the opportunity to avert your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in something on the table in front of you.

"I could keep going all night, baby," Angel's voice floated after her, his mischievous tone dripping with suggestive undertones.

A nervous chuckle escaped your lips at his words, though you couldn't deny the lingering flush of embarrassment that still tinged your cheeks. "Please, don't," you interjected weakly, your voice barely above a whisper.

You offered a polite smile, though it did little to mask the turmoil of emotions swirling beneath the surface. It wasn't that you judged Angel for his openness—or that he discussed such intimate matters, it was just you liked to keep that private aspect of life behind closed doors.

Despite your best efforts to maintain a facade of composure, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease creeping into the pit of your stomach. There was something about Angel's penetrating gaze that made you feel as though he could see straight through you, unraveling the carefully constructed walls you had built around yourself.

As the conversation continued, the weight of Angel's scrutiny hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the otherwise lighthearted banter. It was as if his gaze had cast a spell over the room, enveloping you in a cloak of discomfort that seemed impossible to shake off.

But before the tension could escalate any further, Angel's sly grin broke through the haze of unease, injecting a sense of playfulness back into the atmosphere. His eyes danced with mischief as he addressed Alastor, his question laced with curiosity and a hint of daring.

"Hey, I've got a question," he began, his gaze flickering between Alastor and you. "If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?" The question hung in the air, heavy with implications, as the room fell silent, waiting for Alastor's response.

Alastor's smile widened into a mischievous smirk, a subtle flicker of dark magic dancing around him for a brief moment. "Oh, trust me," he replied, his voice dripping with confidence. "I can."

"Why do you think I'm here?" Husk grumbled, his irritation evident as he continued his task of cleaning bottles. "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?" His words were tinged with a grumpy edge, and you fought back a snicker, earning a sharp glance from the cantankerous feline.

"I wouldn't say 'forced'—" You started, only to be abruptly cut off once again.

As Husk busied himself with cleaning, Niffty popped up from behind the counter, her hand raised eagerly as she prepared to join the conversation.

"I like being forced," Niffty piped up with her usual cheerfulness, eliciting a collective groan from the others.

"Oh, no, Niffty," you murmured under your breath. You knew all too well her tendency to overshare, and you couldn't help but cringe inwardly at the prospect of her unwittingly adding fuel to the fire.

"Keep that to yourself, Nif," Husk grumbled, clearly not in the mood for her antics.

The social dynamics at play wore on you, and you found yourself leaning against the arm of the couch, observing the interactions unfold. Angel's playful flirting with Husk was met with the latter's gruff responses, and you couldn't help but notice the underlying chemistry between them. They had a dynamic that was almost endearing, despite their constant bickering.

Lost in your thoughts, you momentarily tuned out the conversation, only to snap back to attention when Charlie began to sing, her voice filling the room with melody.

"Okay, but just don't... sing to them," Vaggie pleaded, her tone laced with exasperation.

Before Vaggie could issue her warning, however, you, Angel Dust, Alastor, Niffty, and Keekee were already gathered at the window, watching as Charlie sang out in the destroyed Pentagram City. Angel Dust turned back to Vaggie, still drinking from a bottle, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"That bitch is halfway down the street!" Angel exclaimed with amused delight.

"Is she—?" Vaggie began, but Angel cut her off with his laughter.

"Oh, she's dancin'!" he announced gleefully.

"Ugh, no..." Vaggie muttered, her frustration palpable.

You couldn't help but find the humor in the situation, turning around to watch as Vaggie dragged a hand down her face in exasperation. When she looked back up, you offered her a reassuring smile, which she attempted to mirror, even if it was strained. Over the past week, you had grown quite close to Charlie and Vaggie, often gathering in the kitchen in the mornings with your coffees for what Alastor jokingly referred to as "morning meetings."

A few minutes later, Vaggie summoned the group to discuss their poorly executed commercial. Angel Dust cast seductive glances at Husk, who responded with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. You found yourself seated next to Husk, swatting his wings away from you every time they flared up in annoyance at the spider demon's flirting.

"Husk, could you please—" Another swat. You let out a resigned sigh, conceding to the futility of your efforts to calm the feline's frayed nerves, at least for the time being. Yet, a pang of envy tugged at your heartstrings as you observed Husk's wings unfurling and fluttering with such natural ease. It made you yearn for the days when you could openly display your own set of wings without fear or restraint.

"Okay, so, Charlie is dealing with something very important, so while she’s gone, we are making a new commercial. One that represents her vision and what we’re doing here. So, we need a camera," Vaggie explained to everyone, her voice carrying authority despite her frustration. "Alastor?"

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor conjured up a camera for Vaggie, but to her dismay, it was a vintage folding camera from the 1930s, utterly incapable of recording videos.

"A video camera?" Vaggie's tone was unamused, her eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"Hmm." Despite his disdain for modern technology, Alastor complied with Vaggie's request and snapped his fingers once more, summoning a video camera that looked like it had seen better days, with pieces of tape holding it together.

"Alright! Let’s do this!" Vaggie declared, attempting to muster enthusiasm despite the less-than-ideal equipment. In an effort to bolster her spirits, you joined in with a cheer, throwing your arms up and letting out a hearty 'whoo!' However, the sudden burst of energy caught Husk and Angel off guard, causing them to flinch or jump in their seats. You quickly covered your mouth, a sheepish 'Sorry' slipping past your lips.

The day had been nothing short of a disaster. From the predictable bickering between Husk and Angel to the unsettling encounter with Niffty, it felt like chaos reigned supreme. But perhaps the most uncomfortable part of it all was your own struggle with the camera.

AAs Vaggie positioned you beside the reception desk for your scene, a knot of nerves coiled tightly in the pit of your stomach. Perhaps it was the ever-watchful presence of Alastor, who seemed to be omnipresent, observing your every move and waiting for your cue to perform. Despite your earnest attempts, you stumbled over your lines, your discomfort palpable as you struggled to find your footing in front of the unforgiving lens. It was a stark reminder of your innate camera-shyness, a trait you had not fully reckoned with until that moment.

“Hey, at least you really tried. Like you really did.” Vaggie's words of consolation were like a small beacon of light in the midst of your troubles. As you struggled to shake off the disappointment of not being able to contribute as expected, her kind words offered a glimmer of comfort.

"Thanks, Vaggie," you replied, offering her a grateful smile. Despite your own frustration, her acknowledgment of your efforts meant a lot.

You decided to steal away for a brief moment of solitude, seeking refuge from trying to help. Alone with your thoughts, you couldn't help but ruminate on the events of that day so far.

A pang of self-doubt gnawed at you as you reflected on your performance—or lack thereof—during the shoot. Perhaps, if you had mustered the courage to push aside your camera shyness, you could have contributed more effectively. You couldn't help but envy Angel's confidence and ease in front of the camera, contrasting sharply with your own hesitance.

Lost in contemplation, you wondered if there was a way to overcome your insecurities and embrace the same level of self-assurance that seemed to come effortlessly to others like Angel.

As you passed by the slightly ajar door, the voices of Vaggie and Alastor floated out, drawing you in. Curiosity piqued, you slowed your pace, unable to resist eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly! like you are doing now. Good job!” Alastor's unmistakable voice carried a tone of amusement, laced with his trademark eerie charm.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of intrigue and unease washing over you. With bated breath, you leaned closer to the door, eager to glean any insight into the enigmatic overlord's motives.

You couldn't resist being drawn to the drama unfolding between Vaggie and Alastor like a moth to a flame. Peeking through the gap in the door, you witnessed the chaotic scene as Vaggie aimed the camera at Alastor, only for it to glitch violently, its colors flickering from green to red in a dizzying display. Vaggie's exasperated reaction was palpable as she dropped the malfunctioning device to the floor.

Alastor, ever the enigma, responded with a cryptic remark, his eyes transforming into the shape of radio dials, a telltale sign of his mysterious powers at work. But it was his next words that sent a chill down your spine, freezing you in place.

“Fair enough. I'll tell you what. Let's make a deal.”

The words hung in the air like a heavy fog, casting a shadow of uncertainty over the room. It had been seven long years since you last heard those words uttered by the radio demon, and the unexpected familiarity of them left you paralyzed with apprehension.

The idea of anyone else making a deal with Alastor makes you want to push the door in to interrupt what is happening. Yet, you remain firmly planted where you were standing.

You listened intently as Vaggie firmly rejected Alastor's proposition, her refusal echoing through the room like a beacon of defiance. Relief washed over you like a cool breeze on a hot summer day as it became clear that the radio demon's intentions were not as sinister as they initially seemed. His aversion to modern technology was merely the catalyst for their heated exchange.

But before you could fully relax, a sudden surge of energy enveloped you, sending you hurtling through space and time until you found yourself standing on a meticulously crafted film set straight out of the 1950s. The transformation was seamless, with the entire hotel staff, including yourself, now donning vintage attire befitting the era. Even the backdrop was alive with the presence of ink demons conjured up to enhance the scene.

With a newfound sense of determination, Vaggie took charge, her voice ringing out with a mix of determination and frustration as she rallied the group for the task at hand.

"Alright everyone, let's make a fucking commercial," she declared, her words carrying a sense of urgency and purpose.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of your modest yet stylish outfit, a nod to the fashion of the time. As you smoothed down your dress, a voice interrupted your thoughts, its playful tone laced with a hint of sass.

"Well, well, well. Nothing outside of your comfort zone is it, doll?" Angel Dust quipped, his gaze sweeping over you with an air of mischief. It was hard to discern whether he was teasing you or merely being his usual sassy self... but you decided to play along.

'Here goes nothing'.

You turned to face Angel, a playful glint in your eyes as you matched his banter. "Oh, please, Angel. Modesty never goes out of style," you retorted with a smile, adjusting the hem of your skirt with a subtle flick of your wrist.

Angel seemed to pause for a moment before he chuckled, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Sure, sure, doll. But a little scandal never hurt nobody," he teased, his tone dripping with sass as he raised an eyebrow suggestively.

You couldn't help but laugh at his cheekiness, finding yourself drawn into the playful back-and-forth. "Well, Angel, if anyone knows about scandal, it's definitely you," you quipped, unable to resist a teasing jab.

Angel flashed you a smug grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hey, what can I say? Scandal's my middle name," he replied with a wink, before turning his attention back to the bustling film set.

As the crew prepared for the commercial shoot, you couldn't help but feel a sense of ease with Angel, the two of you exchanging sassy remarks and playful banter as you followed Vaggie's instructions on the set. In that moment, surrounded by ink demons and vintage props, you couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected bond forming between you and the irreverent porn star demon. It was a nice distraction and definitely a breath of fresh air from him judging you when you first arrived. Maybe, you mused, if you had been more open from the start, this connection could have blossomed sooner. But dwelling on it didn't serve any purpose, so you pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the present moment.

‘Huh, maybe he isn’t so bad…’

Amidst the hustle and bustle, you offered your assistance to Vaggie, eager to contribute in any way you could. Having kept up with the latest advancements in technology in Hell, particularly in Alastor's absence, you felt confident in your ability to help bring Charlie's vision to life.

By the end of the shoot, you found yourself exchanging knowing glances and little jokes with Angel, the air between you charged with a newfound sense of ease. You couldn't help but marvel at how far you had come from the awkward tension of your first meeting.

As the day drew on and Vaggie worked with the others leaving you to yourself, Angel sauntered over to where you were standing, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"So, (Y/N), did you enjoy your first taste of the glamorous life in showbiz?" he teased, flashing you a playful grin.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help but smirk in response. "Oh, absolutely thrilling," you replied, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "Nothing quite like the chaos of a film set to make you appreciate the simple joys of paperwork."

Angel chuckled, his grin widening. "Ah, but where's your sense of adventure, doll? Life's too short to be stuck behind a desk all day."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms playfully. "Says the porn star turned film star," you retorted, unable to resist teasing him back.

Angel feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Hey now, don't knock the hustle," he replied with mock indignation. "I bring joy to millions with my... ahem... talents."

You couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics, the tension of the day melting away in the warmth of your shared banter. You had to admit that Angel's charm and quick wit were growing on you.

As you and Angel exchanged banter, a subtle flicker of movement caught your eye. Glancing over, you noticed Alastor standing at the edge of the set, his sharp eyes trained on the two of you. Despite his usual air of aloofness, there was a distinct lack of amusement in his gaze as he observed your interaction with the flamboyant demon.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of self-consciousness under his gaze, sensing his disapproval of your banter with Angel. You had come to think Alatsor was indifferent about Angel – After all, he always turned down Angel’s advances or joke suggestions and never really seemed too annoyed or fed up with them. Yet.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the bustling activity of the day began to wind down, you couldn't help but feel the weight of Alastor's gaze lingering on you. It was as if he was silently dissecting the burgeoning connection that had formed between you and Angel, his keen eyes probing for any sign of weakness or vulnerability.

Finally, as Vaggie expressed her satisfaction with the day's filming, relief washed over you like a warm tide. The prospect of being released from the confines of the set filled you with a sense of freedom, the anticipation of retreating to the solace of your own company almost palpable. You longed for nothing more than a quiet moment alone, a steaming cup of tea cradled in your hands as you sought to replenish your depleted social reserves.

With a subtle excuse, you slipped away from the others, eager to find a moment of solace in the familiar sanctuary of the kitchen. Taking your time, you moved with deliberate steps, the rhythmic clinking of your cup against the countertop echoing softly in the otherwise silent room. The comforting hum of the kettle filled the space, a soothing background melody that offered a semblance of tranquility amidst the chaos of the day.

A chill danced down your spine, sending shivers cascading through your body as you sensed a presence behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, a telltale sign of the looming figure that lingered just beyond your line of sight.

"Alastor—" you began, turning to face him, but the sight that greeted you sent a chill of unease coursing through your veins. Alastor loomed over you, his normally jovial countenance replaced by a disapproving glare that you hadn't encountered since the early days of your deal, back when you were still finding your footing as his assistant. Those initial missteps were etched into your memory—the mistakes, the lessons learned—the same ones that always earned you that particular look from him.

"Having a jolly time, my dear?" His words dripped with a mixture of sarcasm and genuine curiosity, but before you could formulate a response, he continued, his tone laden with an emotion you couldn't quite discern. "You always had a knack for socializing, once you warmed up to folks... but I must say, I hadn't quite anticipated just how open you'd become." His eyes bore into yours, holding a depth of scrutiny that left you feeling oddly exposed as if he could see through the facade you presented to the world.

"Alastor..I.. um..." Your voice trailed off, faltering under the weight of his intense gaze. For a fleeting moment, you felt like a deer caught in the headlights, unsure of how to navigate the sudden shift in his demeanor.

As you struggled to find your words, Alastor's scrutiny seemed to intensify, his eyes boring into yours with an unwavering focus that made you feel uncomfortably transparent. The air between you crackled with tension, thick with unspoken questions and unspoken truths, leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Finally, you managed to muster a weak smile, though it felt brittle and forced under the weight of his scrutiny. "Well, you know me, always trying to make the best of any situation," you replied, your voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.

In that moment, you felt like a puppet on a string, dancing to the tune of Alastor's scrutiny, powerless to resist the pull of his piercing gaze. And as the silence stretched on, punctuated only by the sound of your own racing heartbeat, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay hidden behind that disapproving glare, and what price you would ultimately pay for it.

As your words hung in the air, Alastor's expression softened imperceptibly, a flicker of something you can't place dancing in the depths of his crimson eyes. For a moment, the intensity of his scrutiny seemed to waver, replaced by a gentleness that caught you off guard.

"You've always been one to find your way, haven't you?" Alastor's voice was low, a hint of warmth seeping into his words despite the lingering edge of disapproval. "But you must remember, my dear, not everyone has your best interests at heart." His tone was cryptic, laced with a veiled warning that sent a shiver down your spine. "Not like me."

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling heavily in the pit of your stomach. It was a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the safety of Alastor's domain, a reminder that the world beyond the confines of the hotel was a perilous place, fraught with unseen threats and hidden dangers. "Who knows what would happen if anyone knew what you were?.. Thankfully, you have me.. to keep you hidden."

And yet, despite the unease his words inspired, there was a strange comfort in the protective undertone that underscored his warning. It was as if, beneath his outward facade of indifference, Alastor harbored a genuine concern for your well-being, a desire to shield you from the world around you. Or all a facade to manipulate you.

As you met his gaze, you found yourself searching for some sign of reassurance, some indication that his concern was more than just a fleeting moment of empathy. But Alastor's expression remained inscrutable, his eyes betraying nothing of the emotions that churned beneath the surface.

In that moment, you couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was more to Alastor than met the eye, if perhaps behind the facade of indifference lay a heart that yearned for something more. And as the silence stretched on, punctuated only by the sound of your own ragged breath, you couldn't help but wonder what secrets Alastor held, and what it might mean for the fragile bond of your friendship.

As quickly as the moment of softness had appeared, it vanished, replaced by Alastor's trademark smirk, his features slipping seamlessly back into their usual facade of indifference. The warmth in his gaze cooled, replaced by a glint of amusement that sent a chill down your spine.

"But of course, my dear," he purred, the air thick with his signature blend of charm and menace. "After all, let's not forget who keeps you safe... and holds the strings to your soul." His words hung in the air like a weight, a reminder of the pact that bound you to him, of the debt that could never be repaid.

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words settling like a stone in the pit of your stomach. It was a stark reminder of the power he wielded over you, of the hold he had over your very essence. And yet, despite the fear that gripped you, there was a strange defiance that simmered beneath the surface, a stubborn refusal to be cowed by his taunts.

With a forced smile, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to let him see the fear that churned within you. "I haven't forgotten, Alastor," you replied, your voice steady despite the tremor that danced along your nerves. "But even you must admit, there are some things even you can't control."

For a moment, there was a flicker of something akin to surprise in Alastor's eyes, a brief crack in his carefully crafted facade. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by the same mocking smirk that had haunted your nightmares since the day you made that fateful deal.

"Ah, but my dear," he chuckled, his voice dripping with amusement. "Where's the fun in that?" And with a casual flick of his wrist, he vanished into the shadows, leaving you alone with the weight of his words echoing in your ears.

As you stood in the kitchen, the echo of Alastor's taunt still ringing in your ears, you couldn't help but ponder the weight of his words. The kettle whistled, snapping you out of your reverie, and you busied yourself with finishing your tea, the warmth of the liquid soothing the turmoil that churned within you.

With your tea in hand, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what lay ahead. Pushing open the door to the lobby, you were met with a cacophony of voices, each one adding to the chaotic energy that filled the room.

Vaggie's voice cut through the noise, her tone tinged with excitement. "Alastor pulled some strings, and it's about to air," she announced with a hint of anticipation in her voice.

Alastor's laughter rang out in response, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "I pulled a few limbs too, hahaha," he quipped, his amusement palpable.

Charlie's voice joined the fray, her enthusiasm infectious as she beamed at the group. "Wait, the commercial? You all made a new one?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Angel Dust sauntered into the room, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah, one of my better performances if I do say so myself," he boasted, his confidence unwavering.

Charlie's smile widened at the news, her excitement bubbling over. "That's... that's amazing," she exclaimed, her eyes shining with pride.

But before the conversation could continue, Angel Dust silenced them all with a hushed command. "Sshh, it's starting," he murmured, his attention turning to the screen as the commercial began to play, the familiar jingle filling the room with its catchy melody.

As the commercial began to play, the vibrant energy of the room drew you in, with Charlie's excitement practically buzzing in the air. With a quiet sigh, you found yourself gravitating towards the television, where the others had gathered around, their anticipation palpable.

Taking a seat on the couch beside them, you cradled your steaming cup of tea, the warmth seeping into your fingertips as you settled in for the show. The familiar jingle of the commercial brought a sense of familiarity from the day.

But before the advertisement could run its course, the screen flickered, the 'Breaking News' symbol flashing ominously in the center now. Instantly, the mood in the room shifted, the group erupting into a chorus of groans and complaints, their annoyance palpable.

"Breaking news in Hell today!" the news anchor's voice cut through the air, her tone tinged with a manic glee that sent a chill down your spine. "We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next Extermination is happening sooner than ever before."

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over the room as the gravity of the announcement settled in. Panic rippled through the group, their voices rising in a cacophony of disbelief and outrage.

But amidst the chaos, you couldn't shake the sinking feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach.

As the clock tower loomed ominously on the screen, its countdown ticking away the days until the next Extermination, a sense of dread settled over the room like a suffocating blanket. And as the screams of sinners echoed in the background from the TV, you couldn't help but wonder what horrors awaited you in the days to come.

"It means we're all royally fucked!" Katie exclaimed, her eye twitching with barely contained frustration.

Angel's voice broke through the cacophony, his disbelief echoing the sentiments of the group. "Wait, what? Why?!" he demanded, his voice tinged with disbelief.

But as the question lingered unanswered, a gnawing sense of dread gnawed at your insides, leaving you with a sinking feeling that the worst was yet to come. You exchanged worried glances with Charlie, seeing a nervous smile on her lips as everything came out.

And then, as if to punctuate the grim reality of your situation, the sound of your tea cup slipping from your grasp and shattering on the ground reverberated through the room, its echoing chime a chilling reminder of the fragility of your world.

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autistichalsin · 4 months

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I have seriously started typing and then deleted it four times, because I am so frightened that any tiny miswording will get this post mocked, or have people doubt my sincerity. I think I'm going to just have to tell myself to go ahead and post it, hoping that it will stay in the circle of people who know me well enough through my posts to read this as it is meant to be read, and to quietly acknowledge that if anyone uses this as a chance to mock or snark, it says more about them than me.

So here goes; this is a message to all of the survivors who read my posts.

First, to the ones who have reached out to me: thank you. You may not realize it, but you're actually kind of giving me a gift when you do that. Because when you do that, you're not only telling me that you trust me enough to share this with me, which honestly makes me feel honored, but you're also helping me. You're making me feel less alone, too, and you're sort of... well, if you guys deserve healing (you do), then I guess I do, too, even if I still have this voice in my head that maybe feels like what happened to me was a weird karmic punishment for not being able to protect my loved ones when they had certain things done to them. You make me feel less alone in the weird journey I'm taking. And it's a gift to be given your stories, and trusted with them, and to be able to turn the absolute utter bullshit we were given into something good. Seriously, please don't ever apologize for sending me your stories- you're helping me just as much as the other around, maybe more. They're a gift, not some kind of, like... burden.

(Honestly I think that the proliferation of terms like "trauma dumping" have really worn out their welcome. Like, there's a conversation about boundaries to be had for sure, obviously don't go and tell people about heavy things without their permission, but that term has caused so many people to be afraid to share their authentic lived experiences with people who do want to know, who have given their consent. We need a new term that conveys the importance of consent before bringing up potentially harmful topics, but that doesn't stigmatize people asking for help. Do you guys remember that TikTok video a few years ago with the therapist saying her clients were "trauma dumping" on her? That term has got to go.)

Second, to anyone who may be lurking and wants to reach out, too: I'll be here when you're ready! And until then, know that the posts I make are for you, too.

Third, to people who aren't survivors who are on this page: thank you for being here, too. Thank you for contributing to these conversations that help remove the stigmas, that help us feel seen and supported.

Every single message I get, whether it's a request for a headcanon or fic, or a survivor's story, or something else, is really something I treasure. Whether it's a serious message or something silly, I love hearing what you guys feel you need to say! It just... I don't know. There's something that makes me really giddy about seeing an ask. Someone wanted to tell me, in particular, these things, and read my response, in particular, to it. It feels so much more personal and sweet and authentic than what Twitter cultivates.

Lastly: I JUST REALLY FUCKING LOVE YOU GUYS A LOT, OKAY????

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heongiu · 11 months

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Hiii may I request housewife reader hcs with gun, goo, and samuel?

Thankyou for the request Anon! And yes housewife hcs are gonna be fluffy! (I'll write for Samuel in the next one, it's quite hard to figure his character hard for me 😭 so I'm sorry!)

Gun and Goo with housewife hcs

Warning: extremely fluffy

A/N: Im writing them all as very sweet and loving husbands because i can even if its not canon 🥹..

Park Jonggun

Gun was definitely not used to having a person around, somebody who could pour their precious time into being there for them, or contributing certain aspects of their life to them.

But now that he has you here, he has changed, for good that is.

He appreciates you a lot, as he thinks being home all day and taking care of daily household chores is not an easy job, even for him, so he thinks you’re pretty hardworking. (he has a special issue with cutting onions so he can understand lol)

Little moments like when he says he’s ‘back home’ and you rush from the kitchen to give him a hug, resting your face on his broad chest is what makes him feel a certain emotion he has never felt before, that is, warmth. It doesn’t show on his face but he does feel it.

He loves when you ask how his day went, or even the small questions like if he had lunch properly or if he drank enough water.

Because he is always content to hear your soft, soothing and welcoming voice.

I think its pretty occasional for him to plant a kiss on your forehead before he leaves, even if he’s distant and doesn’t quite like to communicate much (because its canon ;-;) thats one of the few ways he lets you know he’ll be waiting for your company when he returns home from all his errands or that he’s looking forward to be with you.

Sometimes when he’s not able to return home, or comes home late, he makes sure to bring small gifts like few flowers (your fav ofc), your favourite chocolates or literally anything you like as compensation for his late presence.

I think Gun with a housewife is pretty adorable. (Did I just babygirl his entire character?!)

Kim Joongoo

This man will literally annoy anyone, and even if you are his housewife, he’ll never not forget to annoy you.

Okay but seriously he does think you’re adorable, staying home and working all day and patiently waiting when he’ll come home so you can just jump on him and cuddle him to death.

He gets so excited when he’s about to see you home after he’s done with all shit he has to attend to, like just being home with you makes this man feel comforted.

This man loves to see you smile and laugh. And thats just it.

“Your Goo-bear’s home darling~~” and then he rushes over to hug you from behind and kiss you until you’ve had enough 😭.

He would even tickle you from behind until you beg him to stop and hit him on the head if he doesn’t.

Occasionally he’ll bring over little gifts here and there, just to let you know he loves you deeply, and they always gotta be hella expensive- because he loves to spoil you ehehe

And and this man will literally help you cook, he’s a great cook afterall ! So you both are cooking the dinner together during weekdays and on weekends he makes the lunch and dinner by himself because he wants you to rest and relax,

He does make sure you don’t tire yourself too much, so he tends to check up on you if you’re okay and need anything that he can assist you with.

And if you like plushies, he’ll legit buy you them sometimes. he would return home with plenty of them to surprise you :”)

I hope you guys enjoyed these small headcanons! Sorry for being gone for so long, and thank you so so much for 92 followers, I would've never imagined I'd get this far! Thankyou for everyones effort and love, I'll continue writing for you guys!

~ Kira

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ONE WEEK LEFT TO SIGN UP!

Hi everyone! this is a reminder that you have one week left to sign up to the Shadowmonkeys Big Bang 2024. The final sign-up deadline is Sunday 14th April, so if you want to take part please make sure you've put your name down before that!

It's been so lovely to see so many people already signing up, so a huge thank you to everyone who has - we're so excited to have you on board! 🐒🐢 Also thank you so much to everyone who's supported us by reblogging the sign-up post even if they're not taking part themselves. It's wonderful (if unsurprising!) to see so much support and enthusiasm in the fandom 🥰

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Am I able to do multiple pieces? You guys seemed to have less artists and if this is goin on for a while I might be able to do a few pieces to help even things out !

Absolutely! There is a slight shortage of artists, so if any artists want to do more than one piece then that would be amazing 🥰

i'm definitely signing up as a writer but i'm unsure whether i will have an artwork ready in time so i checked both in case, is that OK? also is there a deadline for finished fics or do they just have to have a first chapter and can be updated past the deadline? thanks

Of course! If you think you might like to contribute both as an artist and writer than definitely check both when signing up 😊

We'll announce more details about the timeframes for posting your fics/artwork soon, and also how the collaboration element between authors and artists will work - hopefully that will give you a better estimate of what will be manageable for you!

signing up as an artist but we’ll see how well i do… i might get too busy depending on life… adult life sucks :(

We totally understand that all of us contributing to the bang will have other things going on in our lives. All we ask is that you take your commitment to your Big Bang collaboration seriously, and if at any point you are struggling/unsure you will be able to complete your piece for the deadline then please communicate this as soon as possible to the person you're working with and to us 💗

Can you please post an estimated timeline of prompts, submission, etc? Thanks!

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delirious-donna · 2 years

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Purr For Me [Nanami Kento]

Oct. 8 - Nanami Kento x female reader

Nanami finds it so adorable when you look at him with those big, shiny doe eyes. Has he noticed that you do it more when he sings your praises? Oh yes, and he plans to make you purr for him.

warnings: praise kink, office sex, possibility of being caught, boss/subordinate dynamic, blowjob, Nanami being a gorgeous man with the best intentions

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It was impossible to ignore the way you squeezed past him in the break room, the faintly murmured apology and eyes that refused to meet his own.

Nanami watched you make your coffee whilst sipping his own, leaning against the wall and hiding the smile that rose to his lips behind the ceramic mug.

A secret relationship, one that might be frowned upon if he weren’t the fucking CEO of the company, but it was at your insistence. You wanted to be taken seriously for your contribution to the company and he respected that.

You were a dedicated worker, a real asset to the executives he managed and from the moment he met you, he knew he had to have you.

It had taken time and patience, a dance of flirtation and seduction which had severely tested his restraint, but after months of witty remarks and sexual tension thick enough to choke a horse, you were his.

Quite frankly he hadn’t known he had it in him. It was the first time he had spent as much time and energy on pursuing anyone, but the reward had been more than worth it.

You had moved into his penthouse apartment, and shared his bed and living space yet each morning you arrived to work separately and headed home at differing times.

Nanami understood your reservations, it was hard for a woman to be taken seriously at this level and although he operated with a policy of gender equality, there were still those old-school fuckers that looked down on women.

He’d told you he wouldn’t hesitate to fire anyone who even uttered a derogatory word regarding their relationship but you begged him to keep it quiet for now.

Nanami was a good man, at least he hoped he was.

His gaze was mostly certainly predatory as he took in your grey skirt, the matching jacket that pinched your waist and those delectable thigh highs that concealed your bare legs, but he wasn’t pressing you up against the counter and fucking you like he wanted to do.

No, he had control and an idea.

“See you in ten,” he said on his way out the door, flashing a quick wink in your direction and watching your jaw drop in response.

The boardroom was noisy as everyone took their seats. Conversation flowed but you couldn’t pay attention, not when you knew that Kento was up to something. That faint crocodile smile he had offered not long ago lingered in your memory and you straightened in your chair.

He sat at the head of the table, fingers steepled as he studied the open planner set before him. Blond hair fell into his face and there was that annoying part of you that wanted to sweep it aside.

The sooner this meeting was over, the better. You had a project in need of your attention, and literally any excuse not to be caught feeling frisky in the office.

Proceedings started as normal, the boring bullshit of every corporate meeting and then it happened.

“Excellent work on the Fushiguro account, y/n. You greatly exceeded expectations,” Nanami announced, with others joining in to add to the sentiment.

You found yourself staring at him, at your boss, with cheeks that felt hot enough to fry eggs and wide eyes blinking far too fast. Pride swelled in your chest, a squirm in your lower half and sensation twisting in your gut.

“Thank you, sir.”

Perhaps it could be put down to a one-off but not when the offers of praise started to come thick and fast. He made it seem so natural as if he were paying it no more attention than a good boss should do and certainly sharing the successes out amongst your colleagues, but this was something else.

Could he sense that your thighs were pressed tightly together beneath the opulent table? Did he hear the hitch of your breath every time he mentioned your name? The heat spreading across the back of your neck or the bead of sweat that trickled down your spine? Could he smell your arousal?

You were losing your mind. Furiously beating your pen against the pad you’d brought with you. Crossing and uncrossing your legs for the hundredth time and desperately wanting to excuse yourself.

So lost in the abundance of praise being heaped on you, you didn’t hear the call of dismissal. It wasn’t until the scrapping of chairs met your ears did you realise it was time to leave.

“Ah, y/n. May I have a moment of your time?” Nanami asked nonchalantly, and your knees almost buckled at the idea of being alone here with him.

The last person exited, the door thudded shut and you dared to look at him. Dared to bear witness to the blond God that was leaning back in his chair - watching you.

“Is everything alright? You look… flushed.”

Your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth as you chewed over your words, “perfectly fine.”

“Hmm. That you are, sweetheart. So very fine…” he enthused, sitting back in his executive chair to rake your standing figure with a lustful eye.

Kento admired you from the top of your head right down to your shuffling toes and back again. The flash of his pink tongue wetting his lips did nothing but force a fierce shudder through your spine. You knew where this was going, part terrified and part excited beyond belief.

“Ken—”

“I smell your arousal, darling.”

Quick as a flash, he was leaning forward in his seat and wrapping both hands around your wrists to tug you towards him. You gasped aloud at his downright filthy accusation and the way he was manhandling you to stand in front of him. The edge of the desk hit against the tops of your thighs and Nanami used your moment of imbalance to seat you upon it.

He rolled his chair closer, a thickly muscled thigh pressing between your legs and forcing the tight hold of your skirt to ride up to accommodate him there. Nanami groaned at the sight of your stocking tops, a finger swiping across his mouth as if deciding what to do next.

“Have you noticed how... receptive you become when I praise you? How your beautiful smooth skin blooms when I tell you how clever you are?”

Nanami brushed a thumb down your cheek, stroking your jaw and tilting your chin. His free hand fingered the lacy tops of your thigh highs, straddling the line where the garment met your bare skin and you fought down the moan in your throat. You were melting into a puddle, no more than an ice cream cone on a blazing summer day.

“Such a brilliant mind inside the most pretty of faces, I’m truly a lucky man,” he rasped and you snapped.

Grabbing him by the tie at his throat and pulling him to meet you halfway in a searing kiss. Damn it all to hell, you didn’t care that you were in the workplace. That the door wasn’t even locked, you needed him with a dizzying urgency.

The aroma of rich, bitter coffee and musky cologne filled your lungs. You tried to slide onto his lap, to anchor your knees on either side of his hips but he held you fixed on the desk with strong palms.

“My precious sweetheart needs to show me how good she can be. Think you can take care of my pressing matter?” Kento’s gaze dropped to the obvious lift to his expensive dress slacks, and you caught his meaning.

The idea of being praised more was all the encouragement you needed to bend at the waist and palm him through the heavy material. Feeling the ridges of his girthy cock, mouth and pussy both drooling in anticipation of revealing the beast beneath the layers.

You made quick work of the belt, unfastening the buckle before pulling free his button and dragging the zipper down. Nanami assisted in lifting his hips enough to shuffle his pants down whilst your fingers hook inside the waistband of his underwear and finally his hard cock sprang out.

Skin agitated and angry, the tip flushed a deep purple and pearlescent precum pumped from the slit. You touched the silky liquid without connecting with his length yet he still twitched.

“Mm… gonna show me what you’ve got sweetheart? Show me who the real boss is here?” he drawled and your breath hitched at the insinuation that you were the one in charge.

You wrapped around his shaft, working the beads of moisture down his skin to make the pump of your fist more slick and comfortable.

Nanami watched you through hooded eyes, delving his hands through your lustrous hair and pulling it free from the clip holding it back. Such a sinful sight; flushed cheeks and a heaving chest that strained the silky fabric of your blouse to the limit.

“Gods, you drive me crazy. Do you know how much I have to restrain myself when you’re around?”

Big, round doe eyes blinked up from where you knelt between his wide thighs. Glossy like polished mirrors and saliva escaped your pouty lips before you’ve even gotten close to taking him into your mouth.

He knew your tight little pussy was throbbing in need, that lust covered your folds and tracked down your thighs. He could smell it, practically taste it on his tongue.

“Nami…”

He nodded his head and knew you were seeking permission to do what you both wanted to do. That first sensation from the heat of your mouth sent him crashing, head tilted to stare at the ceiling and strained the thick tendons in his neck.

You moaned around his girth, slobbering already as your overexcitement spurred you on. The ache in your clit was maddening, the clench of your thighs not enough to relieve the ache in the pit of your abdomen, you were desperate for more.

“Fuck, that's it. Taking me down your throat so well, so proud of you sweetheart,” he groaned out whilst noticing your restless wriggling, “play with yourself, pretty girl.”

You jumped at the instruction, hand sliding beneath your skirt and rubbing erratically through your ruined panties. Never had you fallen apart so quickly, never had your heart thundered so much that it might explode.

“Love seeing you like this. Let me hear you purr for me, kitten.”

Swallowing around his hot flesh, your cheeks hollowed and Nanami's head snapped down with parted lips. The tip kissed your throat but you didn't stop, barely hesitated as he slid further down.

With a flickering tongue that pressed thickly against his heavy shaft, you tasted him thoroughly. Kento was fighting against the lift of his hips as he twisted a hand into your hair and gently guided your head up and down in the perfect bobbing motion.

He was close. You were close.

Your forearm rested on his strong thigh, hand wrapped around the remaining inches of his shaft that refused to fit into your mouth and throat whilst the other hand dipped into your sopping hole.

Your cunt clenched around your slim fingers, and you could sob. You longed for something else, something more and you knew just what you wanted, but perhaps you weren't going to get it.

"Sweet-sweetheart... gonna - oh fuck - will you swallow it like a good girl?"

The flutter of your lashes, the subtle nod and the watery eyes were his sign of your acceptance. Kento allowed the pressure that was building to a crescendo to release like a riptide. Spilling his seed down your throat and filling your mouth as he pulled his hips back.

The sight of you licking your lips like the cat who got the cream, he smiled and was quick to haul you into his lap with a strangled squeal.

"I love you, my beautiful, smart and funny girl," he cooed into your ear, his large palms coasted over your thighs and hooked between your legs just where you needed him the most.

"Now then, time for your reward..."

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