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#what the everloving fuck did I just watch?!!#why is there a viravos mpreg fanfiction in my cereal?#aaravos saying something insane everytime he is on screen#the dragon prince#tdp s5 spoilers#tdp spoilers#tdp season 5 spoilers#mystery of aaravos#viravos#sir sparklepuff#viren#aaravos
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The DIC dub after the release of the Saban Moon pilot:
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Skeletons in the Closet // D. Grayson x gn!reader
Requested? Yep!
Warnings: reader is followed home at night!!! if anyone ever follows you home, you have my consent to beat the everloving shit out of them!!!! your life is far more valuable to a fucking creeps!!!
Summary: While being followed home after work, you get a call from your boyfriend. He sends in some help from a friend. Things are realized.
Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck fuck.
With your keys clutched tightly between your thumb and palm and your pepper spray poking out from your grip, you hurried down the street with your heart racing faster each step. Another glance over your shoulder confirmed it. You were being followed.
You had to stay late at work because two of your coworkers had the flu and this was the punishment you got for trying to be nice. Fuck this. Fuck capitalism. Fuck the world and having to be scared walking to your fucking apartment.
And just your luck, the red line stop near your apartment was closed for repairs to the platform structure so that meant you had to walk an extra four blocks to get home. Fuck.
Your phone buzzed in your hand and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the sudden jolt to your system. With shaking hands you swiped your thumb across the screen and pressed it against your cheek as you kept walking.
“Hello?” You really hoped that the person on the other line couldn’t hear the pure, visceral fear in your voice but you doubted it.
“Hey. I was just calling because you never texted that you left work or got home.” Oh. Right. Your boyfriend of three months, Dick Grayson, was a perfect gentleman and he always appreciated a text from you when you got home at night, whether it was from work or a night out with friends. He didn’t care if you were out late partying. He just wanted to make sure you were home safe at the end of the night.
“Right, shit. Sorry. I just got out of work a half hour ago and…” You glanced back at the guy following you and dropped your voice. “Someone’s following me. I’m about ten minutes max away from my apartment and I’ve got pepper spray, but you should know that I-”
“Where are you?” His voice had grown frigid in the time you were rambling and you peered up at the street sign you just passed.
“Avalon and Fifth.”
Dick inhaled deeply and then said something away from the phone, as though he was talking to someone in the background. He moved back closer to the phone and started talking quickly.
“Okay, baby, here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to put my friend on the line and she’s going to keep talking to you, okay? And in the meantime, I have another friend in the area and he’s going to come meet you. Keep walking towards your place. Don’t stop moving. Barbara will talk you through it.”
The line clicked before you could say anything and then a calm, pleasant voice filled your ear. “Hi, I’m Barbara. Dick’s told me a lot about you. Did you know he’s kind of obsessed with you?”
The sudden levity of the question elicited a laugh from you as you hurried down the darkened street. You could hear the footsteps getting closer and it made your throat close with anxiety.
“Hey Barbara, what’s going to happen?” you asked quietly.
“Don’t you worry about that. Just keep walking. You’re doing fine. Why did you stay late at work?”
“My coworkers are sick. Flu season and all that.”
“Hmmm, viruses are a bitch.” There was something in her voice that indicated more to her comment than you knew, but you didn’t have time to pry. The closer you got to an ally, the faster the steps sounded until the guy was full on sprinting towards you.
“Fuck,” you gasped as you turned to watch him barrel at you. Before he could get within three feet of you, a blur of black and blue swung down from seemingly nowhere and then Nightwing was standing over him, escrima sticks clutched tightly in his hands.
“Go,” the vigilante barked. He looked back at you and what a sight you probably made. Shaking, phone pressed to cheek and other hand gripping keys and pepper spray, and what felt like tears streaming down your cheeks, you stared back at the mask covered eyes. His chin dipped and you realized that he was inspecting you for some kind of injury. Nightwing raised his head to stare at you once more and then he jutted his chin out towards you in a silent command. The silvery white scar on his lower jar stood out under the light of the street lamps.
“Go,” he repeated. The man below him tried to sit up and the vigilante snapped one of his bludgeons down onto the man’s arm with a sickening crack, eliciting a scream from the man. You almost felt sorry for him.
Almost.
You didn’t need another prompting and instead you turned, tucked tail, and sprinted the rest of the way home. You nearly forgot that Barbara was on the other end of the phone until you heard her call your name.
“I’m…I’m okay. I think. I…I’m okay.” Your hands shook so hard as you tried to unlock the door to your apartment that your dropped your keys and cursed under your breath. Scooping them up once more, you tried again and flew into your apartment.
“I’m home. Door’s locked. I’m fine. I…fucking hell. What just happened?”
“Hey, hey,” Barbara said. “Breathe with me, okay? That was a scary situation. Breathe. In two, out three. There we go.”
The fragments and pieces of your scattered brain started to knit an image together of what just happened. As the adrenaline receded, you were able to try and come to terms with the events of that night and one thing stood out to you.
The scar on his chin.
Nightwing’s.
The same scar that you pressed a kiss to in thanks for coffee. The same scar you made sure to pepper with kisses when your boyfriend curled around you and fell asleep against your chest. The same scar that you looked up at when he pulled sweet moans out of your lungs.
“I’m going to kill him,” you hissed.
Barbara barked out a laugh. “Please make sure to film it for me.”
“Oh, I will.” You tossed your keys and pepper spray onto the table just as a shadow passed over the window of your living room. “It’s been nice meeting you, Barbara, but I have to go strangle someone.”
“I’m going to put your number in my phone and we will be getting coffee soon.” You gave her a final goodbye and then stalked towards the window. Your phone tumbled onto the plush cushions of the couch as you passed. Yanking open the window, you stuck your head out and glared at the vigilante standing on the far end of your fire escape.
“So this is why you always make an excuse to not stay the night,” you snapped. Anxiety had turned to rage real quick. Nightwing grimaced and raised his gloved hand to run his fingers through his hair. It was then that you saw the fresh blood that mottled his knuckles and you knew exactly where it came from.
“And also why I make sure you get home at night,” he added quietly. You crooked your finger at him and he complied wordlessly. His footsteps were nearly silent on the old fire escape and you took a moment to marvel at how such a muscular man was able to move so quickly and quietly.
“Is this it? Any more skeletons in your closet?” you asked.
“You know about my family, so no. No more skeletons.”
“I’m going to ask Barbara when we go and get coffee,” you breathed against his lips. Dick paled slightly before he cleared his throat.
“That’s fair.”
“Now get in here and get that suit off. I’m still mad at you but I could really do with a hug right now.”
He didn’t protest.
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#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson imagine#richard grayson x reader#richard grayson imagine#nightwing x reader#nightwing imagine
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hi!! it’s raccoon anon, i saw your post abt not writing for al as often after i put the ask in 🤦 i apologize and could i instead ask for more huskerdust? maybe some overlord!husk loving on angie and reader (raccoon demon ofc) after a rough day at the casino? (just an idea ofc totally up to you!) :D
Casino Troubles
Overlord HuskerDust x Male!Racoon Demon Reader
A/N: RACOON ANON!! I missed you friend and don’t worry about sending in that Alastor request! I’ll still do it, it’s gonna just take me a little longer than usual! Also I didn’t know if you meant both Husk and Angel were overlords so I went with that but if you want me to rewrite it, don’t be afraid to hit me up! ALSO I HAVE TWO NSFW WORKS FOR OVERLORD HUSKERDUSK IN THE MAKING-
TW: A little angst, cursing, talks about a gun being pointed at you, depictions of violence and gore.
After a horrible day between you and Angel, Husk decides to spoil the shit out of you both.
It had been a rough day for you to start with, this morning when you had woken up to a loud crash as someone made the decision to try and take you out by cutting the elevator cables but severally miscalculated and immediately broke the elevator also while getting shot by Angel’s security when they tried to leave the casino. Now thankfully Angel and Husk were gone to an Overlord meeting that morning but it scared the everloving shit out of you that you had called Husk in a panic. You were stuck in the penthouse for hours (which wasn’t a problem but it still annoyed you to no end.) Then when you had finally made it down into the Casino, just wanting to meet with Husk and Angel outside as they came back from whatever extra business they attended whilst waiting for the elevator to be fixed. But as soon as you did, one of Angel’s newest recruits (or maybe a dumbass who knows) decided you weren’t who you said you were and threw you out on your ass with a pistol to your forehead.
The hammer cocked back as his finger was tapping on the trigger and you were fully expecting to be shot down. But then Angel’s voice rang out and then the damn fool was on the ground blood seeping from his neck and chest as Angel bends down. “Oh shit- You okay baby? He didn’t rough you up too much did he?” Angel’s voice cracking from how worried he was, “Did he pistol whip you?” He asked, watching as a bruise formed on your cheek and tears formed in your eyes. Angel looked around as two guards strolled out, snapping at them with a venom you only heard behind his closed office door, the venom he saved for his enemies and the occasional idiot who tried to harm you. The guards flinched and quickly dragged the body away as Angel sighed, his hand cupping your face and wiping your tears. “I just wanted to greet you-” You had sobbed out leaning into his hand, “I get fucking jumped in the casino cause they didn’t believe me.” You continued flinching as your head started to throb, you felt pathetic. Angel quickly picked you up storming into the casino, ignoring everybody as he made a beeline towards the elevator. You hid your face into his shoulder the bright lights, smells and sounds of the casino intensifying the headache.
It was only a few moments but it felt like an hour the whole elevator ride up, he carefully walked to the bedroom and frowned despite how shitty his day turned out especially after hearing what had happened this morning. He knew he had to up his defenses but now he had to comb through everything because his sweet little boyfriend got hurt…almost got killed by an idiot with a fucking gun. He carefully sat you on the bed, watching as your tail curled towards yourself and you didn’t dare remove yourself from his grasp. “I’m sorry, Handsome.” He whispered out, he fully blamed himself.
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When Husk had gotten the call from Angel Dust about what had happened, the poor tomcat had raised hell. His temper flared so bad he had to make sure he didn’t bring it home with him especially when his two favorite men had a horrible day. So once he took care of his anger he had rushed back home with treats and small gifts, he hummed a soft tune as he snubbed out his cigar in one of the many ashtrays placed around the casino ignoring how some of the patrons ran off at the sight of him and his guards stood taller, seems like the damage had been done and now Angel was on a warpath. Husk couldn’t deny he was too, he would kill every single rat in his own casino if it meant making sure you were safe. Angel could handle himself in a fight just fine but they both worried about you, their sweet boyfriend.
As soon as the elevators opened with a soft ding he waltzed into the penthouse, everything where it was placed last. A frown tugged at his lips at how quiet it was, he didn’t like it. He placed the treats in the fridge, you could enjoy them later, he waltzed towards the bedroom to see the room was dark as it could be as Angel held you close to his chest, his lower set of arms were rubbing your back carefully. Waltzing closer as he shrugged his suit jacket off and placed it on the armchair in the corner of the room, he noticed how your cheeks were stained with tears. Angel had given him a soft yet strained smile that tore his heart up, “How are you both feeling?” He asked softly not too loud just in case you had fallen asleep. “He’s..been better.” Angel replied hearing your soft snores, “Got roughed up bad, when I got there he..they almost killed him, Husky.” Angel teared up looking away from the feline. “If I hadn’t gotten there in time-” His voice cracked as Husk moved to sit down on the edge of Angel’s side. “But you did, Angel. He’s safe, we are safe.” Husk quickly cut him off and kissed his cheek, wiping any tears from his eyes. “They're dead right?” He hummed watching Angel nod and he let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Let’s go take a bath and let me pamper my boys?” He asked purring loudly as Angel flushed the strained smile replaced with a real smile.
Husk moved to lean over towards your sleeping form and pressed gentle kisses to your face being careful not to touch the forming bruise, you whined and slowly opened your eyes, “C’mon pretty boy, can I see your handsome face?” He asked, causing you to chuckle and stretch your back out. “I think he might need some more, Husky~” Angel teased as his hands gently pressed into your sides as Husk easily climbed over Angel to press more kisses onto your face, his tail swaying happily. The fear and anger dissipating easily into laughter as you try to return all the kisses both of them gave you.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel imagine#angel dust imagine#angel dust x you#angel dust x male reader#hazbin angel dust#angel dust x reader#overlord husk#husker x reader#husker hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel husk#huskerdust#overlord angel dust#overlord huskerdust x male reader#male reader#racoon anon
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i wonder if theres a word limit for this thing. cuz i wrote a poly morning crew fic of them all kissing and i wish to offer it to you to read like a little orphan child on the street offering up a penny to a rich man
Tubbo sank down as far as he could into the seat he was currently sitting in. In front of him were both Pac and Fit, staring at him with different expressions but equally piercing gazes. Distantly he could hear Bagi laughing as she watched the kids while the three of them talked.
“Tubbo,” Fit said gently in that low rough voice of his. God it was irritating. Tubbo smacked both of his hands over his face and dragged them down unceremoniously. “We want to talk about what happened today.”
“No idea what you’re talking about!” Tubbo said in the most fake sounding voice he had ever heard, even to his own ears. He cringed, dropping his hands back into his lap to fiddle with his toolbelt.
“You teleported me out while we were on our date,” Pac said simply. Not angrily. Not upset. Just stating a fact. Tubbo hated how he was acting like he wasn’t upset. Because obviously he was. Right?
“That was Bagi!” Tubbo defended. “I didn’t do anything! I wanted you guys to have your lovely date undisturbed!”
“And we did,” Fit affirmed. “But now we are back and we want to talk to you.”
Tubbo squirmed in his seat. “About what? Nothing to talk about.”
Pac laughed a little at that and Tubbo sent him a withering glare. “Tubbooo. No. Don’t be mad at me.” He stood up taking a few steps to close the distance and fling himself over Tubbo, head atop his and arms crossed over Tubbo’s chest. It felt warm and safe and to be quite frank it scared the everloving shit out of him. Through the embrace he hesitantly watched Fit, expecting at any moment a cloud of jealousy to fall over his features. They were something else now. Something that didn’t involve Tubbo. But that didn’t happen. Instead, to his utter surprise, Fit smiled at him.
“Tubbo. We see right through you, you know that right? But the thing is,” he continued. “You don’t have to worry. Our dynamic here-” he gestured between the three of them as Tubbo felt Pac hum against his skull, “-isn’t going to change. Tubbo, you matter to us.”
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and he quickly tried to reach up to brush them away but somehow Fit was up out of his seat and beating him to it. His warm non-metal hand now lay flat against Tubbo’s cheek looking deep into his eyes. Tubbo resisted the urge to squirm under the intensity of the gaze.
“Me and Pac are always gonna be here for you and Sunny okay? Always. We're family.” After a moment's hesitation he leaned in to press a kiss between Tubbo's furrowed eyebrows.
Tubbo braced himself for Pac to get angry. To shove him away and start screaming at Fit. Once again this did not happen. Fit just smiled at him then up at Pac who squeezed Tubbo tighter and pressed a matching kiss to the top of his head. “You don't have to pretend with us,” Pac said, finally releasing his grip to walk around him and stand next to Fit in front of him. “You were welcome at our date. Always are, right Fitch?”
Fit nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yes exactly Pac.”
Pac directed a smug smile at Tubbo. “See? You worry for no reason. Everything is good.”
A stone of guilt and worry still lay heavy in Tubbo's chest but he tried to ignore it and give them a hesitant smile. “Yeah everything's good.” He wasn't sure if he was annoyed or relieved that they both saw through him immediately.
Fit sighed. “What can we do to prove it to you?”
Tubbo squirmed, trying to avoid eye contact. “Nothing, it's all fine. You guys you know go on dates and kiss and be gay and I'll stay here and it'll be fine.”
Fit let out a deep sigh and oh there it was. Tubbo knew he was a burden he fucking knew it. His train of thought was thrown off as Pac laughed. “Oh so you wanna kiss and be gay with us hm?”
Tubbo glanced up in surprise to suddenly see Pac right up in his face, deep big brown eyes staring into him. Full of so much joy. Happiness directed at him? Tubbo could hardly believe it but before he could even open his mouth to say anything along the lines of no, Pac grabbed his face gently and kissed him. It was soft and warm and surprising. And very much wanted.
Without thinking Tubbo let himself reach up to cup Pac's cheek as they kissed, Pac giggling all the while against his lips. Their mouths moved together in a way that felt incredibly natural and normal. Fit laughed at their earnestness and a jolt of fear struck like lightning through Tubbo's body as he pulled back frantically.
“Fit. I-” Aren't trying to make a move on your man? Am just as confused as you? He wasn't quite sure what he was going to say.
“It's okay,” Fit soothed. “It's okay. Tubbo, I'm not mad at you right now.” He laughed again. “If anything I should be upset at Pac. He was the one who kissed you after all.”
“You'd never be mad at me,” Pac teased with an easy grin, rocking back on his heels.
Fit rolled his eyes fondly at him. “Sure Pac, sure.”
Tubbo had absolutely no idea what to say so he defaulted to his usual humor. “So you aren't gonna kiss me, Fit? I see how it is. Is it because I'm blonde I bet it's-” he was cut off abruptly by different hands on his face. Rougher ones. A warrior's hands. His lips were surprisingly soft in comparison. Fit was so much more hesitant then Pac, so so gentle. Reaching for his shirt collar, Tubbo dragged him in closer, enjoying the noise of pleasant surprise that Fit made against his lips. Distantly he could hear Pac giggling.
Eventually they pulled apart, Fit panting slightly and Tubbo became incredibly aware of the dumbass grin gracing his face. The worries and fears were still there, a few kisses weren't going to fix years of trauma but this was nice. “You guys are stupid,” he said instead but he could tell they knew what he meant.
“You want us to kiss you more often?” Pac teased. “Give kisses to our boy before we go on our dates.”
Tubbo shouldn't admit it. “Yes,” he said nearly against his will but he was glad he said it.
“Okay then,” Fit said as if it solved everything. It didn't. But it helped. “You're our guy. Always have been, always will be.”
Tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes again but he refused to let them fall. He sniffed. “Cool okay um can we get back to the kids now?”
Fit and Pac both laughed before agreeing with him simultaneously.
“Yes, of course.”
“Sim, yes.”
So that was it. Not a solution to the anguish in his stomach that threatened to eat him alive but some reassurance. He just had to accept it.
oh fantastic. here you go op. also in my defense... its not that good cuz i havent slept. i in fact pulled an all nighter while writing this so yeah its the best i can do on absolutely no sleep
i would die for you.
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for your horny thoughts post
Imagine if you had AOTC ani, massive virgin and absolutely doesn’t know what he’s doing, and made him feel all big and powerful calling him master and sir or even daddy if ur into that while giving him the most fucking back arching head of his life while he sits there flustered and whimpering and squirming with nowhere to put his hands other than ur head but he feels too nervous
ok thanks bye
UGHHHH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT LITTLE VIRGIN
he'd eat that shit uppppp if you started gassing him up while going down in his sensitive untouched cock 🤤
anakin would be all squirmy and nervous just receiving kisses and then you'd ask to go down on him and his tiny virgin brain would fucking short circuit like 'omg you wanna touch my dick 😯' LMAOAOAOOA
but like bro PLEASEEEE I LOVE THINKING ABT MAKING THAT SLUT FEEL ALL POWERFUL!!! "mmm, you taste so good master" and bros gonna WHIMPERRRR. OR OR OR "Let me please you daddy" AND HE'S LIKE ALL WIDE EYED AND JUST MOANS IN RESPONSE.
sorry but i'm being proper feral rn someone put me down
anakin would also ask you to fucking say it again. "c-can you call me that again?" "call you what?" "master..." "you got it master skywalker" and he's like UGHHSHHSFHSHGSH 🌊
the little shit would start bucking his hips and making you gag and being all "hmmphhh m'sorry s-sorry" every single damn time. he'd begin to grip the sheets or some shit before gripping your hair and not knowing what else he could possibly do while you suck the life outta him.
he'd die seeing the way you gaze up at him all sexy desperate to watch his face contort with pleasure cause he's so sexyyyyy. bros stomach is caving in like a juice box and he'd desperately just want to start fucking your throat but he's so nervous and just squirms around while you hold him down by the thighs 😩
then once you get him right on edge he just busts the fattest load and whines like a bitch. it'd actually be so hot istg. "did you like that master?" you'd smirk. "yes" he'd nod before you start touching his overstimulated cock making him whine and squirm. "lie down for me daddy i want more"
THEN YOU RIDE THE EVERLOVING FUCK OUTTA HIM TILL HE CRIESSS
ANFSFKSNFLSJFSNS
#RAHHHHHHHHHHHH#thanks for the ask bby#hornee thots#anakin skywalker#ani wani#anakin x reader#anakin drabble#anakin smut#star wars smut#star wars
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I just feel in my pussy heart that Eddie is such a dirty talker. like he’s just noisy in general, likes to moan, but also wants to tell you his every fantasy, how good you feel, how hard you get him, just anything. such a vocal boy
OH ABSOLUTELY YES
you guys talk about your fantasies pretty early in your relationship. you tell him all of yours—every little thing that you want him to do to you, that you wanna try, all of your kinks, everything. eddie does the same in turn, vocalizing every single scenario he’s imagined the two of you in. one in particular has him fucking you on stage after one of his shows, wanting to feel your cunt squeezing every drop of cum from him while his head still buzzes from the high of performing. he wants you to suck his dick in the empty hellfire club room while you touch yourself, as he sits in the throne and watches you. he wants to fuck your throat. he wants to handcuff your hands behind your back while he fucks the everloving shit out of you. he wants you to sit on his face. he wants to finger fuck you while you sit at dinner with your family or your friends. it’s an endless list, and one that you’re happy to let him live out.
so let’s use him at dinner with your friends as one particular scenario where he starts getting vulgar as hell. you’re sitting there, trying to eat, trying to do anything but moan and bring attention to what is going on. your friends are talking and laughing with each other, with eddie sitting close to you as you both eat—or pretend to, which is what happens after a little while. and he has his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt, his skilled fingers curling repeatedly against your sweet spot as he fucks them quickly into you. you opted out of wearing panties under the dress you chose to wear, and you can’t decide now if that’s a good or bad thing. the chair was going to be a soaking wet mess when you stood up, that much was certain.
“how does that feel?” eddie breathed into your ear when everyone was looking away, occupied in conversation with each other. “tell me. use your words for me, or i’ll stop.”
you tell him it feels fucking incredible, because honestly, it does and you don’t care anymore who knows. you were likely going to get caught, anyway; you could just feel it. but do you care? fuck no. you’re so goddamn drunk on how good his hands feel, how full your pussy is with his ringed fingers, that you don’t care about anything else. and then he’s kissing your jaw, nuzzling his nose as he goes along, before laughing in your ear.
“meet me in the upstairs bathroom in five minutes,” he whispered. “i’m going to fuck the absolute shit out of you. i want to hear those pretty moans while you’re wrapped around my dick, and i want to see the look on your face as you cum for me. five minutes; no more, no less.”
and then he’s withdrawing his fingers, excusing himself, and you have to wait five tortuous goddamn minutes to join him. you are fairly certain your friends know what’s up when you also excuse yourself, but if they have any inkling, they don’t let on. they just give you uncertain & confused expressions, and murmurs of taking your time and how they will still be there when you come back. you didn’t give it much thought; your mind was too full of eddie, and the wetness that was now clinging to your inner thighs as you made your way up the stairs.
you walk to the bathroom, and you don’t even enter on your own before he’s pulling you inside. his lips attack yours, your back pressed against the bathroom door as his knee comes under your dress to wedge against your pussy. you grind onto him, so thankful for the friction as both of you moan filthily into the heated kiss. his cock is already rock hard, and he takes your hand and places it over the firm outline in the front of his jeans.
“feel that?” he breathes as he breaks the kiss, hiking your dress up and helping you onto the bathroom sink. “you did that to me. that beautiful wet pussy, the way you were trying not to moan down there, the fact that we could have been caught...fuck.”
and then he’s kneeling, my god he is fucking kneeling, and that mouth feels like heaven against your cunt. he tells you how good you taste, how he knew you would be just as sweet as ever, and he’s fucking you so hard on his fingers again as he eats you out that you’re seeing stars but he won’t let you cum, not yet. that, he tells you, is going to happen around his cock.
he enters you, and you have to do everything you can not to scream from how goddamn good he feels inside of you. he had been tormenting you all day long, teasing and letting off, whispering the filthiest shit in your ear, and your horniness was absolutely unbearable. he kisses you hungrily as he thrusts into you, moaning in your mouth as you cry out against his own, his cock ramming repeatedly into your sweet spot.
“you feel so fucking good,” he says, your hands deep in his hair as he gropes desperately at your tits. “jesus christ, i can’t believe i deprived both of us all day. you fucking own me with this pussy, do you know that? really, you could make me do anything.”
and you fucking knew it, too. a few weeks later, to test his little theory, you brought up the idea of dominating him for a change. and guess what? he was absolutely, 100%, on board with the very idea, and gladly let you do it.
#i hope you like this!! i went this direction and I was like OH OKAY#*it went#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson smut#eddie munson x fem reader
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╰┈➤how you became nekomas manager, or how kuroo bullied you into taking the position.
╰┈➤NOTES: hehe
╰┈➤WARNINGS: boobi talk and surgery, also swearing!!
╰┈➤masterlist
Kai introduced you to him, or rather he shoved him into you. You were just walking though what you presumed to be a safe hallway trying to get by till graduation without dying, not a booby trapped danger zone where people got jumpscared by some lanky dude with a serious case of bed hair, but there you were under him. He wormed off of you and offered a hand, which you begrudgingly took in yours, pulling yourself up and adjusting your shirt.
“Have you ever thought about breast surgery?” Kuroo deadpanned, looking down at you.
“Dude, what the everloving fuck.”
“Maybe you were too busy looking down at them to see where you were walking, i get it-their very distracti-” your fist connected with his face before you understood what was happening.
That's how you met Kuroo, with a breast reduction and a black eye. The counselor made sure you guided Kuroo around school during this ‘tough time’ for his vision. Dragging him around school and unknowingly allowing him to trip down small flights of stairs turned into study sessions which turned into meet ups for non school reasons. You'd even go as far to say, you and him were friends.
So when he asked for you to be manager of the Nekoma volleyball club on a warm sunny day while snarfing down more than his share a bag of chips what else could you say but
“hell no. Sweaty stinky guys asking me to carry around their shit and bandage their booboos? No thanks dude”
Kuroo buried himself deeper into the pile of plushies he was laying on- and getting crumbs all over, groaning.
“Come onnnnn, Y/NNNN, it'll be fun, plus we haven't had a female manager in forever, the upperclassmen will totally love me-and you!.”
“That's exactly what I'm afraid of, plus I don't feel like doing you any favors after what you did to my maths notes” you sniffled.
“I didn't mean to drop them, it just happened ok?? Plus I bought you that keychain you wanted so we’re even.”
“Kuroo, you could bring me Yaku’s diary and that still wouldn't make up for you dropping my notebook into a shit filled toilet.”
“Accidentally dropping your notebook into a shit filled toilet.”
“Who even studies in a fucking toilet??”
“Well first of all you could benefit from some toilet study sessions and second of all it was a shit, people do weirder things all the time when they shit.”
“Have I ever told you you're a huge nerd?”
“Yeah, like every day so will you be the manager already??” you mull it over for a few seconds, weighing out pros and cons, hard work, running, but also there might be a few cute guys, and you needed some boosts for a college resume.. what could be the harm, you needed something other than binge watching shameless to do after school anyway.
“.... fine. One condition though.” he perked up, sending potato chip pieces flying all over your carpet.
“Anythin’”
“Clean your crumbs off my shit, and get me a new notebook- a new set of notebooks.”
“That's two conditions, babe.” maybe this was a bad idea
“You want a manager or not dawg.”
“Ok! Calm your overly large tits, maybe its the back pain making you angry-” he dodges the empty cookie tin you chuck at him. stupid athlete reflexes.
“Shut the fuck up loser.”
“-there you go again! Ok- ok- i can always massage them iif they hurt that ba-ok!!!! Point taken! Wheres you dustpan?” yeah. This was a bad idea.
#daichi#daichi x you#daichi x reader#daichi smut#sawamura daichi#kuroo x reader#kuroo testuro#kuroo x you#kuroo tetsurou#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kuroo x y/n#nekoma#karasuno#haikyuu#kai#yaku#yaku morisuke#yaku x reader#yaku morisuke x reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu smut#haikyuu x you#karasuno x reader#nekoma x reader#kuroo smut#lev haiba#sugawara koushi#hinata shoyo#shoyo hinata x reader
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written for @wait-whos-batman DCU Valentine's Day event! It's all over the place, mostly because Jason is high - though there isn't any explicit mention of drugs other than one or two sentences!
It's desi!reader. Lemme know if you want links to movie/song/string ornament! Jay quoting the Hobbit because that's my obsession these days!
You weren’t concerned when the racket at your door started. A little confused, perhaps, because usually Jay loved giving you heart attacks via jumpscares. However, this was hardly the first time he had tried to pick a fight with your apartment door.
The first time it had occurred, you two weren’t exactly friends - just classmates who collaborated on assignments. It hadn’t stopped him from waking you up at 3 am with his insistent knocking. He had then raved on about the brilliant fucker who almost had him believe in a hopeful ending to Romeo-Juliet and why the heartbreak is his due in this existence. You just let him have it after you figured out he had been talking about the movie goliyon ki raasleela ram-leela. It wasn’t like he was wrong and did apologize for barging in after running out of steam. He was the only person in grad school who spoke decent Hindi and you weren’t letting him go.
Your friendship over shared cups of masala tea had taught you three things about Jay:
1. was a hopeless romantic and always cursed out tragic endings
2. His eyes glowed green during his impassioned speeches
3. He loved dramatic entrances which ranged anywhere from silent to boisterous.
Hence you weren’t particularly worried when something metallic thudded against your door, adding the clanking of your string ornament in the mix. But when the door finally opened - you just gawked at the glowing red helmet in astonishment.
“What the everloving fuck” Yes - that summed up your sentiments pretty well.
“The key works” Red Hood’s distorted voice offered in lieu of an answer.
“I am on the quest - a perilous one” He proclaimed.
You definitely never handed apartment keys to the vigilante in question. The only person you trusted enough to have it was your best friend from college - Jay Todd Peterson.
Fuck - did Red Hood get the key from Jay? Why would Jay? Did he hurt Jay for them??
You stupidly stared at the Red Hood trying to make sense of the situation. The fuck was he talking about?? You hadn’t realized you verbalized your thought until Red Hood responded.
“You told me I can crash here if I want -” Could a mechanical voice be pouting??
“Guess not - “ he murmured as his shoulders drooped, his whole body sagging in defeat as he turned to leave.
This was a gesture you recognized - it was Jay equivalent of puppy dog eyes - the one he had perfected to use as a lethal weapon so that you would be swayed to do his bidding. It was like watching a sad labrador, always tugging at your heartstrings.
“Jay?” you hazarded a guess and Red Hood turned around - arms crossed on his chest in the classic ‘I’m stubbornly sulking - but you have to figure out the problem ’ pose.
“Oh for heaven’s sake.” You grumbled and struggled to drag your best friend - who seemed more interested in patting your head -inside.
“I am on a perilous quest -” Jay declared again once he settled on the couch and without the distorted voice modulator it didn’t sound like a malevolent threat.
You tried to hold your laughter but the sight of Jay sprawled on your couch, wringing his hands like a punished child and quoting The Hobbit was adorable. (If one disregarded several weapons on his person). The green of his irises was barely visible but other than that there weren’t any injuries.
You nodded dumbly - some part of your brain stuck on your best friend being a crimelord. He didn’t need any prompting because he continued in a solemn voice,
“I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, a partner in crime you could say, and it's very difficult to find anyone.”
Whoever had drugged him (you suspected Ivy ), clearly had thrown him for a loop. It would be better if he stayed here instead of galavanting off on the streets, ruining Red Hood’s badass reputation. So you fetched him water and midnight snacks, settling in for the show. This should be fun.
“Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you.” You played along and were rewarded with a bright smile.
“There is nothing like looking if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.” He fired off.
“And what would you be looking for, kind sir?” you asked, struggling to match the serious tone of his voice.
"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be re - repe- re-p re-ss-ed." Jay flopped on his back with his head in your lap, when he failed to properly speak in an over-the-top British accent.
“I always wanted to be in love you know??” his whisper was so soft and you strained to hear him.
“I want someone just for me. Where one is in love even before they know it. I want love like Arwen loves Aragorn, wholeheartedly - all good and bad, worse and worst!. No takebacks! Someone who is there always supporting me, loving me. I want to hold on to them. Like you know - they would be the absolutely best decision I would ever make. But good decisions aren’t exactly my forte.” He rambled as if confessing a sin.
You opted for listening to him, reciprocating his trust by safeguarding his secrets deep in your heart, and continued running your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He heaved a contented sigh with closed eyes, burrowing closer and for a moment you thought he had fallen asleep.
Jay had never opened up quite like this. Listening to him divulge his deepest-held thoughts while high as a kite, felt like cheating. He wouldn’t want you to know his secrets, but then again that ship had sailed when he had shown up at your doorstep in the Red Hood regalia.
Maybe this was something he had to get off his chest?
“wo haseen murti pyaar ki, milegi muze kabhi naa kabhi… muze jiske pyaar pe ho yakeen; wo pari, wo hoor, wo nazaneen” he hummed the mangled a song under his breath.
“Sing that song to me.” he nudged your knee, “The one where they flap like birds.”
He irritated you until you crooned it, chiming in whenever he remembered the lyrics.
“Why am I Arkenstone?” You wondered aloud. Jay’s erratic mood affecting you as well. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t considered a possible romantic dynamic between you two, but Jay always had some invisible boundary he would never cross.
“Have I told you how much I admire you?” He clutched your other hand in both of his. He softly placed it on his beating heart.
“Your soul shines like silver in the firelight, like water in the sun, like snow under the stars, like rain upon the Moon!”
“Because you are a great and wondrous jewel. And I would go mad if I ever lost you to anyone else!” he answered simply and sincerely, borrowed eloquent quotes long forgotten.
“Would you love me even if I were Gollum?” He questioned sleepily, his thoughts running away from him again.
You peered at him for any lie, but his heartbeat didn’t even waver under your palm. He was relaxed as if he hadn’t just tilted your world. What were you going to do with this silly man?
You wanted to ask him if he really meant it or if it was just a rambling of a drugged man. You didn’t have the mental capacity to unpack all the implications tonight.
“Yes, I would,” you whispered against his hair, softly kissing his forehead. "very much so, good and bad, worse and worst!"
There would be a lot of hard conversations the next morning, but tonight you would dream about this absurd man wrapped in your arms.
#dcuvalentinesday2024#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#red hood#redhood x reader#fluff#i know it's weird
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Hello there! How are you doing? I'm a new follower and I just wanted to say that I love your writing so much.
If you're up to writing this, you don't have to: could you please write the ghouls/ghoulettes or Sleep Token vessels/vesselettes with a gn reader who just has a collection of the 90s furbies (if you don't know what those are, they're these electronic toys that would interact with you. However, they'd randomly turn on and start talking. Even if the thing didn't have batteries) on display in a shelf...
But, instead of looking like this:
The furbies look like this (if you want more pictures then just search for cursed furbies and you'll find the most cursed looking things ever):
I love cursed furby pictures, they're so funny to me. Anyway, if you do want to write this, please take as long as you need to write it. I hope you gave a good day/night/evening and don't forget to take care of yourself!
omg Y E S
swiss
creeped the fuck out by it.
"uhm baby..why do you have a homemade demon in your room?"
why do you have that when you can have him?
just don't get him involved and you're good.
sodo
admires your room.
"good work. my mate, making nightmares."
would steal one to scare the shit out of papa.
papa thought it was one of his rats but mutilated.
rain
*shifts uncomfortably*
he doesn't like them, but he can cope.
don't leave him in a room with one. he'll either cry or hang from the ceiling light to avoid interaction with it.
phantom
"babe what the everloving fuck are these?"
how on earth did you disembowel a furby?
might join you if he's riled up.
aether
"these are my C H I L D R E N ."
he loves his goofy goober and their possessed furby collection.
to creep out the other ghouls, he will bring it backstage to a show and run his claws through its fur while cackling.
mountain
doesn't make eye contact with them.
he's not scared, he's just a little concerned.
once growled at one because it touched him during a blood moon.
"HOLY FUCK-"
omega
doesn't care
"whatever makes you happy, puppy."
watches with love in his eyes whenever you spook a ghoul.
alpha
looks at you with judgment in his eyes.
"kitty, how did you discover this as a hobby?"
stares at your collection for a long period of time.
ifrit
encourages the behaviour.
"i will raise hell and its deepest darkest pits with you, my sweet little lamb."
makes you sit on his lap while you make them.
aurora
Y E S .
"i want to make one with you."
don't question it, let her do it.
she will make some absolute abominations.
cirrus
cool.
might encourage the behaviour, depending on how bone chilling the furbies are.
"..what did you do it? it looks boiled."
she means that in the nicest way possible.
cumulus
scared tbh.
"i don't really want to pet that. but it looks nice??"
will do everything but touch one.
mist
"fuck yeah."
makes amazing ones.
give her credit, she will hang one up on the Ministry chandelier.
vessel
he's seen worse.
your creations don't even scare him, he likes them
thinks their hilarious.
ii
what the fuck.
he'll hold one at arms length and no closer than that.
they creep him out.
iii
heehee
fucking loves it.
they're so out of pocket, and so is he.
iv
nice.
don't stop making them, they're entertaining.
makes some in secret.
vesselettes
stand there for 37 seconds exactly, then walk towards them and adopt them.
#my writing#sleep token x reader#vessel sleep token x reader#ii sleep token x reader#iii sleep token x reader#iv sleep token x reader#ghost band x reader#nameless ghouls x reader#nameless ghoulettes x reader
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Transfem Buggy anon, back at it again
Luffy beat the everloving snot out of Kaido. Luffy and his alliance freed Wano. Buggy likely couldn't have visited Wano - soon after the Last Island, there was the hot mess with Roger leaving, the crew disbanding, everyone separating, Buggy+Shanks Survival Mode, the execution, Buggy and Shanks Survival Mode 2 Electric Boogaloo, and by the time Buggy would even be feasibly ready to go, it would have been locked down.
She'd have never once been able to truly visit that place.
And now? Now she has the Guild. She has responsibilities, appearances to uphold, and she'd find out that Luffy has been named an Emperor Officially and Wano Is Free.
She... she wants her mom. Gods, she wants her mom.
She calls Shanks. Asks if he'd heard. Asks if he knows. And he says he was close by. He's so near that he could be docked by the morning. And Buggy aches. How can she make this work? How can she do this, Shanks, she doesn't know what she's doing, it's gotten so crazy so quickly, she's drowning in it-
And he offers an alliance.
A no-harm agreement. Some of his and some of hers, themselves both involved, to go to Wano for personal and professional reasons. Wano is, after all, the homeland of very talented samurai and smiths.
And Buggy realizes the Guild could probably recruit from there - at the very least, establish trade for quality goods. It's a bit far, but it would be worth it for the sheer quality alone - and it would boost the economy.
Shanks would be able to call it an adventure, would be able to set it as a vested interest bc of his history with Kaido, it could work-
Crocodile and Mihawk do insist on accompanying her - for surface level United Fronts, for private "don't fuck it up", for personal "why is she so interested no I'm not curious about her no I don't wanna know her better shut up-"
Shanks gets a kick out of it.
Buggy is so preoccupied with seeing the home Toki told her about, maybe even seeing Toki herself, she's practically vibrating. She's in better spirits than she has been for YEARS.
When they finally arrive, Buggy asks Shanks if she can use his room. He just smiles and nods. When she comes out, all three men are a little breathless bc she's done her hair so artfully, with an unfamiliar hair piece, a loop of flowers made from beads and painstakingly cared for. Her makeup is no less flattering, but the style has changed slightly. Her outfit is a short kimono with half cut sleeves and leggings. She wears it well, and it's only the fact that they know her, have been with her, that has them aware of the fact that she ISN'T in fact a local.
They go to town.
Buggy gets along with them famously. Shanks is a very close second, perfectly mannered, while Mihawk and Crocodile trail slightly behind, out if place and reserved. It's all wonderful, blissful for a few hours, business and pleasure together, before they get lunch at a small restaurant, and an older woman steps over, bows, and asks the blue haired pirate if she "is little Buggy? Lady Toki's girl...?"
Buggy's heart skips a beat.
Toki has been dead for some time now. She fell with the destruction of Oden Castle, may her soul find rest. But she'd been a very close friend, and Toki has told this woman about her loved ones, her children, her husband, her friends, her other baby who deserved a Wano that deserved her in turn. Toki had photographs, keepsakes, and they all were entrusted to her closest friend.
Buggy is emotional. Shanks offers her his arm, his shoulder, and the others are silent, supportive sentinels. The ones who knew her mourned.
Buggy visits her grave. Tells her mom all about herself now. About the things she's seen and done and learned, from the day she watched the Wano shores bleed into the horizon to the day Buggy came home, well and truly.
Crocodile and Mihawk feel as if they are intruding heavily, but Shanks stops them with a look. Buggy did not tell them to leave. She absently waves for them to take a seat with her.
Toki taught her many things - honoring the dead among them. She talks the process out, and neither of her lieutenants mention that she and Shanks both are crying quietly.
The two former warlords learn many, many things about their chairwoman on this trip.
WELEWDJUIWEGFJKIWBFBWEJKFBWEFJKLWENFKLWNEKLFNWKEFNKWLEFNLKWENFKLWENKLFNWELKFNWEKLFNKWLENFKLEWLKFWNEKLFNWEKLFNWLKEFNLKEWFN <- super normal and mentally stable reaction to this. I am SO normal about this (I am NOT).
This is just so beautiful. Buggy finding out her mother is dead but there's so much she can still enjoy in Wano after telling Toki everything that has changed in her life. I think she enjoys the trip and she finally feels at home because everything she knows is thanks to her. Buggy wants the three men to stay with her because she feels a little less alone, and they're surprisingly extremely respectful. I imagine Buggy talking to Hiyori and Momo and it kills me,,, It's so sweet. I think Crocodile, Mihawk, and Shanks are having a moment of peak realization and they're starting to be down down bad for her. Like. There's no coming back after this because Buggy owns their hearts fr. Also, she falls so many times with that kimono because she's still a failgirl and she isn't used to those clothes because the last time she wore one of those was when she was a kid. And yet she still looks gorgeous and like she belongs there.
#sobbing and crying#this is so beautiful#fem buggy my beloved#one piece#cross guild#red haired shanks#sir crocodile#dracule mihawk#buggy the clown#fem buggy
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TOWL EPISODE 5 SPOILERS AHEAD MY RAMBLY THOUGHTS AS WATCHING THE EP
LOSING MY SHIT IT’S FATHER GABE MY MAN MY IDOL OMG
NOT how I expected this episode to start omg unWELL
I truly have no idea what to expect from this ep holy hell
Rick is passenger princess confirmed
The hand kiss 🫠
Honeymoon take 2 woopwoop
TASTEFUL NOODS SHUT UP
AND THE MUSIC SHUT UP
OTP on a scenic road trip I’m in love with this
Look at them looking lovingly at Carl
HE’S FINDING GIFTS FOR HIS SON
MAKING A GIFT FOR HIS WIFE 😭😭😭😭
MICHONNE GETTING RJ AN AX IM KILLING MYSELF
TOOTHPASTE FUCK OOOOOOFF
I WAS IN LOVE WITH MY SON’S BEST FRIEND I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DO - ARE YOU FUCKING KIDIDNG ME 😭😭😭
RICK KISSING HER NECK 🫠🫠🫠
they found a cabin, they on a real vacation now baby
I NEVER LET GO 🙌
New people I’m scared I don’t like it
Rick is really at Michonne’s beck and call ‘they look pretty hungry’ INSTANTLY drops his bag to find them food lmaoooo
OHHH DONT try this with Richonne you silly silly people
‘Well how bout you just listen’ 😂😂😂😂😂
That’s right Michonne you take your food back lmaoooo
Rick emptying the bullets into michonnes hand sooooorry I’m unwell
Keep your promise asshole 😂
Us against the world 💖
Toothpaste, booze, what are you up to grimes???? I’m just working with what I got - the necklace 💖 RICK LOVES HIS WIFE SO MUCH
RIGHT who is this now??? Is this GABE?
WHAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK???? GABE AND JADIS????? IN CONTACT????? Noooooooooo I AM CONFUSION
GABE TALKING ABOUT RICK TO JADIS FUCK THIS
GABE IF TOU KNEW RIGHT NOW YOU’D KILL HER YOURSELF AMEN
FUUUUCKING HELL JADIS WAKING THEM UP, it’s like when Jesus walked in on them their first night lmaoooo but this is 1 million times worse!
Michonne looks so hot rn haha
I actually could give a flying fuck about Jadis, hurry up and kill her richonne lmao
YAAAS RICHONNE
OMG GABE ONE DAY RICK SAID THAT I SHOULD MARRY THEM 😭😭😭😭
And he’s kept a wedding ring for Rick actually shoot me rn
Gabe is a richonner confirmed 💖
Now I want Gabriel to be the one to kill Jadis because this is sick and twisted from her
HE GAVE HER RICKS RING GABRIEL YOU BETTA NOOOOT
okay so they’re gonna kill Jadis and as she’s dying she’ll hand him the ring
And next year same day same place it won’t be Jadis that meets Gabriel, it’ll be richonne
HERE we go fuck her up Michonne
Here Ricky dicky goes, fuck them walkers up
Jadis is scum these people better not help her
HAHAHHAHA Michonne just wants to kill this bitch ‘maybe just maim first’ yeah ok Ricky dicky 😂
THATS WHAT U GET FOR TRUSTING JADIS YOU DUMBASSES
UGH DONT KISS HER GABRIEL IF YOU ONLY KNEW
WHAT THE FUCK JADIS WHAT DID SHE DO TO GABRIEL
THIS BITCH SHOT HER MAN MICHONNE IS DEFO GOINGG TO GUT HER LMAOO
Omg
Michonne what you gonna do
Michonne has a plan yes
OMG ARE THEY SPLITTING UP TO SAVE EACH OTHER
‘You’ve looked better’ sassy Rick lol
I’m stilll hoping Michonne just fucking murders her
YEEEEES FUCK THIS BITCH
PAINFUL WALKER DEATH FUCK U JADIS
side note Rick looks v handsome rn
I’ll see you next year Ann - noooo you’ll see richonne next year gabey baby 🤞
‘We’re gonna do that’ ricks like sure whatever you want baby
THE RING KILL ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I don’t want a proposal in front of jadis save it for when you’re alone Ricky dicky
IS THIS A PROPOSAL RIGHT HERE IM CRYING
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
‘I could never have imagined this but it could only ever have been you’ 🥹🥹🥹🥹
SOMEBODY SEDATE ME 😭😭😭😭😭
THE PROMO ‘are we crazy’ ‘certifiable’ LMAOOOOOO
ALSO how the fuck are we wrapping this up in one more episode, we deserve MORE dammit
#twd#towl#richonne#michonne#rick grimes#the walking dead#danai gurira#andrew lincoln#the ones who live#rick and michonne#twd: towl#twd: the ones who live#become#towl episode 5
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Big Thoughts | myg
Min Yoongi x female reader
Summary: Yoongi's late night confession spurs some deep thoughts.
Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, slice of life
Word Count: 2,496
Warnings: intrusive thoughts
Notes: Thanks to @daechwitatamic for beta-ing. And thanks to @btsstan12 for the gorgeous banner!
Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.
It was late. Ridiculously late. Yoongi had showed up on your doorstep almost an hour ago, exhausted but wanting to hang out for at least a little bit before you both passed out. It had been almost a week since you’d seen him last, and you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t nice to have him with you, even if it was three in the morning and you could barely keep your eyes open.
He’d wanted to watch the newest episode of your favorite sci-fi/fantasy series, and you didn’t have the heart to tell him that you’d watched it without him, days ago when it first came out. You’d cuddled up together on your bed, snug under the covers and warm in his arms, your head on his chest as you fought sleep. Yoongi himself had been quiet for a while, though you weren’t sure if it was because he was as tired as you were, or if he was really that invested in the space cowboy and his tiny wizard son.
You sighed and snuggled further into him, recognizing that the end of the episode was coming soon. Yoongi’s arm tightened around you. So he wasn’t quite asleep yet. You felt him yawn, felt the rise of his chest as he inhaled deeply, felt him shake his head in an attempt to ward off the sleep. He groped for the remote as soon as the end credits started to run, turning off the tv and dropping the remote on the side table before pulling you somehow closer. His legs tangled with yours as he got comfortable, nuzzling ever so gently into your hair.
“‘Night, jagi, ” he mumbled, the gravel of sleep already starting to take hold of his voice. “I love you.”
You froze, your brain the equivalent of radio static “Oh,” was the only thing you could manage. “‘Night.”
He didn’t react, but mentally, you slapped yourself. What the everloving fuck was wrong with you?
You fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, with a sour taste in your mouth and three words stuck in your throat.
When you woke up the next morning, you were immediately struck by how soft the surface under your head was. Without even opening your eyes, you could tell you’d been given an actual pillow sometime throughout the night instead of the boyfriend-shaped one you’d fallen asleep with. Blindly, you reached out, groping around the side of the bed to try to find him–perhaps he’d just rolled away–but no luck. You cracked open an eye, immediately regretting the action with the invasion of light through the barely open curtains, and confirmed: no Yoongi.
You groaned, allowing yourself a moment to wallow.
Oh. Who the fuck responds to someone saying ‘I love you’ for the first time with oh? Especially an I love you from the person that you most absolutely, desperately, unabashedly wanted to hear it from. You loved him, too. Or, at least, you thought you did. Six hours ago, though, apparently, your vocal chords decided they wanted to have a think about it.
You couldn’t have dreamed of a more perfect partner than Yoongi. You had been nervous at first, what with the fact that he was world-famous and you were, well, very much not that. And sure, he was busy. His schedule was hectic and he was constantly going, but he chose to hang out with you. Like, willingly. He’d made a shared Google Calendar so he could make sure he was spending time with you. In the beginning, you’d thought that maybe he would come around every once in a while, that maybe you were just a bit of a fun–hopefully not temporary–reprieve from his life that he would indulge in whenever he happened to have a spare five minutes.
Instead, he would drop his keys into the bowl by your front door and collapse onto the couch with you, his arm around your shoulders, and watch a few hours of television before crawling into bed and falling asleep with your arm firmly around his middle. He sought you out, through text and video chat and phone calls, as often as he could. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind now that he actually wanted to be with you.
And, god, you wanted to hang out with him, too. You loved hanging out with him, craved it, never wanted to stop hanging out with him. You’d known him for a grand total of less than a year, and yet he was your best friend, your closest confidante, the person you turned to when you needed comfort, or a shoulder, or just a joke. He was… everything.
And yet ‘oh.’
You groaned, kicking your legs angrily for a moment, before forcing yourself to stand. Normally, you’d talk through something like this with Yoongi–he’d seen plenty of your dumb, stupid brain shit by now. But it was more complicated now that the issue involved him. It didn’t matter, though, because he wasn’t even here. Rarely did you go to sleep with him and wake up with him there. He was far too busy. This, it seemed, was just business as normal, as usual.
But as you tugged a hoodie over your body and you trudged your way out of your bedroom and into the kitchen, a presence forced you to pause in the doorway. There, in your kitchen, leaning with his forearms on the counter, was Yoongi. His hair was a mess, with strands sticking this way and that, and he looked like he’d barely slept. But he was there.
You inhaled sharply and briefly considered making an about-face and retreating right back into your room, but he looked up almost immediately and you were caught. His eyes fell back to his phone–you presumed he was scrolling through the news. The less he said, the smaller you felt, and suddenly, you were nervous.
“You’re still here,” you noted, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the pit quickly forming in your stomach. You watched him carefully as you opened the fridge, pulling out a small can of orange juice. You couldn’t tell if he was mad–you’d never seen him actually mad before, so you weren’t really sure what that looked like. “I thought you worked today?”
“I don’t have to be there until one. Do you want breakfast?”
“Oh!” The monster, back for a second round of massacring your relationship. “Uh… sure.”
He nodded, and you moved out of the way, easily swapping places with him so he could open your fridge. It wasn’t the first time Yoongi had cooked for you in your own kitchen, but it was the first time it was… weird. Not uncomfortable necessarily, but weird. You slid into one of the stools at your counter, the tiny bar allowing you to watch Yoongi as he busied himself with pulling ingredients out of the fridge.
Long minutes passed in silence, every one seeming to stretch ad infinitum, and the longer you stared at his back, the more you felt like you had to say something.
“Hey, so listen,” you said softly, playing with the tab of your orange juice can. He hummed, signaling that he was listening, but he didn’t turn around. You weren’t sure if that was good or bad. “About last night…”
“I get it.” Carefully, he chopped green onions, the quiet thwack, thwack, thwack doing nothing to soothe your nerves. “Don’t feel like you have to say it, too. I don’t mind if you take your time.”
“That’s not it at all!” You said it quickly, but as soon as it left your mouth, you knew it was true. He was Yoongi–your Yoongi–and having him around brought you more comfort than you could possibly say. In such a short time, he’d become something more than your best friend, more than your boyfriend. He’d become something akin to home, a soft, warm place to land when times were bad. “I… I just…” You sighed, eyes falling from his back to your hands on the counter in front of you. “I’m not sure how to do this. I’m not sure how to do relationships like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like… I don’t know.” When you looked up at him again, he was facing you, leaning back against the counter beside your stovetop. A perfectly chopped pile of green onions sat beside him on the cutting board. “I grew up surrounded by people who spent decades of their life with someone they didn’t love, let alone like.”
“Do you really think I’d string you along like that?”
“Well… no…”
“But?”
“It’s the sunk cost fallacy, right? Humans are just as susceptible to inertia as everything else. Things start off great, but slowly, they become good. And then fine. And then okay. And you’ve been together too long to just walk away. Dating again after so long is scary. And it’s not like things are actually bad. They aren’t great, but they aren’t bad. You don’t hate each other, so that’s a plus, right?”
“Sure, maybe, but-”
“-But then time passes, and you start to fight more and more, but that’s just what living with someone for 20 years is like, right? After a while, you get sick of each other, you’ve spent too much time together.” You spoke quickly. Now that you’d started, it was like a dam had broken, the thoughts flowing out of your mouth almost as soon as they formed, unceasing. “The heat just keeps getting turned up and up and up until before you know it, you’re a 75-year-old lobster boiling in his own pot of water, and there’s not much you can do except deal with it. You’ve been together so long, it’s the least you can do, right? Not much time left together. And you don’t hate each other, but you don’t particularly like each other either, and it’s scary to imagine the other not there, even if somewhere inside of you wishes it was someone else.”
Eventually, your mind stopped racing and you ran out of things to say. You hadn’t noticed it while you were talking–your focus had mostly been on the half-empty orange juice can in your hands–but Yoongi had left the spot across from you, moving around the breakfast bar so that he was nearly standing beside you. Deep brown eyes focused on you, curious, but not judging. He almost seemed sad, his brow a little furrowed as he silently listened.
“That’s quite a big thought.” His voice was soft, warm as honey and full of concern. “It’s tough. I’m sure that a lot of people do end up stuck in relationships like that. But–and feel free to correct me if you don’t agree–but when you get down to it, I think this happens most often to people who choose partners solely for maybe one or two good things.”
“Right.”
He was much closer now, his chest practically brushing against your shoulder. You could feel the heat of his body–or maybe you were imagining it, you weren’t quite sure. It was weird. If anyone else stood this close to you, you almost certainly would have felt your skin crawling. But with Yoongi, it was comforting.
“But by that logic,” carefully, he took your hands, pulling you off the stool so that you were standing in front of him, “I think that perhaps we don’t fall into that category.” His eyes flitted around your face, checking in with you silently before he said anything else.
“I just… don’t want us to end up like my parents,” you told him softly, reaching out and gently balling your hand in the softness of his t-shirt. “I don’t know if they started out loving each other, or how they got to where they are, but god, it sucked to be stuck between them and to constantly walk on eggshells.”
“That must have been hard.”
“I didn’t even realize that married couples could joke around and have fun until I met one of my professor’s husbands when I was in college.” You sighed, and Yoongi took a step closer, his arms carefully winding their way around you. “I don’t want to be 40 and realize that we fucked up somewhere along the way, you know?”
He nodded, brown eyes meeting yours. “Long relationships are hard,” he admitted, his thumbs drawing gentle circles into your back. “I’m not saying that things will always be perfect all the time. I don’t know what the future holds. But what I do know is that I love you. I don’t foresee that changing, but if it does, we will not become your parents. At the risk of sounding like I'm bragging, we know how to communicate. We argue, sure, but I don't know that I would consider you forcing me out of the studio at three in the morning to be a fight.”
"You're just stubborn," you mumble, tugging at the material of his shirt.
"I am." He laughed, placing a kiss on your forehead. "You're my best friend outside of Bangtan. I tell you everything.” You didn't mind being in second place behind the other members. As curmudgeonly as Yoongi could be about them, you knew they were brothers in all but blood. He continued. "I know you always have my back. I hope you know that goes both ways." You nodded, and he whispered a soft 'good'.
He fell silent, then, pulling you a little closer into a proper hug. His arms tightened around your waist, holding you firmly yet gently, as if he was afraid that you would slip out of his grasp at any moment. You hooked your chin over his shoulder, appreciating the warmth of him, of his actions, of his words. He was rarely like this, but somehow, he seemed to know what you needed. He swayed you gently back and forth, a soothing motion you weren’t even sure he was conscious of. And as you stood there in the kitchen, whatever Yoongi had been attempting to make for breakfast all but forgotten, it finally bubbled to the surface.
“I love you, too,” you whispered, squeezing him slightly. “I’m sorry my brain sucks sometimes.”
“All brains suck sometimes.” You felt him shrug, felt the rumble of his voice as he spoke. “And I know. You wouldn’t have had to say it. Your giant crush on me is not very subtle.”
You hummed. “Then I don’t need to say it again.”
Immediately, his grip on you tightened, holding you impossibly closer and shaking you back and forth. “No!” he whined. “That’s not what I meant!”
The two of you dissolved into giggles, the heaviness of the previous moments forgotten, the cloud of awkwardness entirely gone. You hummed as Yoongi pulled away, stealing a kiss from him as he let you go to resume cooking. As you watched him crack eggs into a skillet, you felt a little flutter in your stomach.
Perhaps, together, things would be okay.
Part of the Long Term Couples series. Read more here.
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Hell's Gate (Part 2) (Hemlock Grove) (Roman Godfrey x Fem!reader)
Preface: Coming back from the dead is no easy feat. You're left stumbling by yourself through the town to the Godfrey Estate. Peter is there, Olivia is not, and Roman's in a coma.
Warning(s): Cursing, blood, some description of bodily injuries, and death threats (and actual death, maybe)
Part 1 here
Part 3 here
Part 4 here
Part 5 here
As per requested, @pearlstiare
"I'm going to fucking kill her. Maim her to hell and to fucking back again. Rip her damned throat out and shove back in her mouth to choke on." Leaving a faint trail of bloody footsteps behind you, you stumbled through the outskirts of town and up the only road that led to it. Dressed in a white shirt and pants, red soaked through the cloth. You looked like a walking criminal case.
"And when she's begging me for mercy through her excised larynx, I'll rip her limb from limb and feed it to the fucking Vargulf!"
When you had exited out of your grave, it was touching down dusk. The faint warmth of the sun leaked through the bare trees and hit your face. If you were honest, that only fueled the burning anger and hatred coursing through your body. You felt warm. You felt hot. And not the good kind of hot.
From behind you came the gravelly crunch of car tires on the road. You stopped walking when you could see headlights come over the hill. You turned to see a truck travelling towards you, and without much thought, you stepped out into the middle of the road. You heard the driver yell and curse out in alarm before slamming the breaks. The car stopped a few inches from your body. You watched him wave his arms out in frustration before the driver-side door opened. You were on it immediately, coming chest to chest with the taller man.
"Give me your car," you ordered, staring up at him. The driver just blinked in indignation.
"What the fuck is wrong with you, you crazy bitch--" He didn't get to finish his sentence because you had his throat gripped tightly in your hand.
"That wasn't a fucking question." You lifted him from the ground, to which he let out a panicked, choked gasp. With a small grunt, you threw him to the side and into the ditch, where he rolled down the hill with several pained yells. You replaced him in the driver's seat and closed the door before flooring the truck down the road.
You haphazardly pulled into the Godfrey Estate's property, not even bothering to put the truck in park. You kicked the driver's side door off the car itself, stepping barefoot on the clean and tidy ground. From what you could smell, Olivia was not home, but Roman was. Good e-fucking-nough.
You stormed up to the front door, ripping out wooden splinters from your skin, which healed immediately. You practically tore the door off its hinges. No doubt it drew the attention of whoever else was inside the house. You stepped into the lavish entry hall and sniffed around, smelling two more scents that were familiar. You eyed the spiral staircase where the scent trails led to and padded up the carpeted steps.
"Roman?" You called out loudly. "I know you're here. Where the everloving fuck is your goddamned mother?!" You paused halfway when you heard two sets of rapid footsteps coming towards your direction. Sliding into the hall, and consequently at the top of the stairs, was Peter and Letha, who had come from the attic.
For a moment, the three of you just stared at each other. Peter's and Letha's jaws were slack--eyes as wide as if they saw the ghost of their dead loved one.
You just inquisitively raised a brow. "Why are you two here? Where's Roman?"
"How--?" Peter choked out, face twitching in compensation for his brain trying to wrap around the fact he was seeing you. Alive. "We. . . we saw you. . . at the morgue. . . you were. . . and Roman was. . ."
"Yeah, you did," you agreed. "I was dead. Now I'm not. Sur-fucking-prise." You continued to walk up the stairs, and Peter backed up, taking Letha with him. You just scrunched your face up at him.
"The fuck's your deal? Do you not think I'm me, or something?"
"I--I don't know. . . there's no way that you're. . . you're dead, we saw you." Letha's voice cracked.
You just sighed irritably and rubbed your face. "You got pregnant by an angel, but somehow this is unbelievable?"
Letha's face blanched and she nervously looked at Peter, who glanced at her. "Are you really. . . I mean. . . how are you. . . alive?"
"We can go over that later," you hastily replied. "Where's Roman?"
"He's in the attic," Peter replied.
"Why's he in the attic?"
Peter hesitated for a moment before saying, "He's in a coma."
A tense moment of silence fell over the three of you. You stared at Peter as if he had said the dumbest thing a man could've uttered. In fact, you genuinely thought he did. "What? How did that idiot get in a coma? How long have I been 'dead', exactly?"
"He overdosed," Peter replied. "And it's been close to two weeks."
"Overdosed?" You repeated, crossing your arms. "On what?"
"Just. . . drugs," Peter shrugged. "They didn't specify what."
"Roman doesn't even do drugs--aside from the occasional coke line. And he hasn't done that since we've been together. Only thing he's an addiction to is smoking, and I'm trying to get him weaned off that. I don't even kiss him when I can smell that cancer on him. Ugh, disgusting just to think about."
"That's what Dr. Pryce said," Letha further explained. Your lips twitched at the mention of that man's name.
"Right. Well, I trust that man as far as I can throw him. Which, evidently, I'm not willing to throw him that far." You moved past them and made your way up to the attic. The steady beeping of a heart monitor echoed from the room. When you passed under the doorway, you focused on the stationary hospital bed set up in the middle of the floor. You slowed your pace when you got closer, nervously peering past the bed's frame. You stopped walking when you saw Roman lying in it, unconscious.
"You fucking idiot," you sighed, traipsing to his side. You gently cupped his cheek, brushing some hair out from his eyes. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm letting you know right now, that when your mother comes back; I'm killing the hell out of her." You leaned on the side of the bed and gently pet his face, taking extra care not to jostle him too much.
Eventually, Peter and Letha slowly reentered the room, having want to give you time with Roman.
"He's been. . . doing shit since your death," Peter spoke carefully. "He really loves you."
You looked over your shoulder at him and nodded slowly. "Yeah," you agreed. "I wasn't ready to go. To leave him. To leave you all hanging with this. . . well, you know."
Peter nodded in understanding. "He'll be happy to see you're alive. . . somehow."
You snorted. "Yeah. I'll explain it to you guys soon. Also, can I ask a favor of you two?"
Peter gestured for you to continue.
"Don't tell Olivia I'm alive."
Something seemed to have clicked in Peter's mind because he nodded almost immediately. "Not a word." He nudged Letha who also agreed, albeit slightly quieter.
You nodded at them gratefully before turning your attention back to Roman. "Can't go one day without getting yourself in some shit, huh?" You whispered with a small smile. "That's fine, though. I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."
With a tired sigh, you slumped on the couch across from Roman's bed. You got tired of standing and there wasn't enough room on the hospital bed for both of you. You sprawled out on the couch and stared up at the arching ceiling. Wherever Olivia was you don't even know--and Peter was speaking--or rather yelling--with Letha downstairs. About what, you didn't care to know.
Your eyes suddenly shifted over to the dark figure standing in the corner of the room, body having the appearance of ink in water; but it was glitching. As if it was inside of a tv screen losing reception.
Ö̵͓̫̮l̸̻̹̺͗͒̎͊̊̚ḯ̴̯̈́͂͒v̷̢͙̺͉̋̃̂i̵̼͋̿ä̴̗̜̩̟́̄̑ ̸̻͎͕̻̬͖͋͛̕͝G̵̝̜̤̹̰͗̌ͅo̸̹̣̎̉͠d̸͈̻̆̎̀̅̔ͅf̶̞̪̋̈́͐̋͘͝ṛ̵̰͕̫͋̾̇̆͊̾è̶̫͖̙̤̦̽͗͐ͅy̸̲͇̺̓̋ ̸̪̉̈́̑s̴͓̯̝͖̘̀̈t̷̰̭̯̲̝͇̅͛͆̕i̴̧͈̠͕̿͜ͅl̸͍͇͐ľ̵̹ ̶̹̻̠̍̎̚ḷ̶͈̼̕i̷͓̔v̷͕͗ê̸̢̖͐s̷̙̜̪͂͛
"Yeah, I know," you spoke out. "She's not here. She doesn't know I'm alive. It's perfect, is it not?"
W̴̹̥̤̐̒̈͗̑i̸͕̬͆͝l̷͍̩͋̀̌̆̑͝l̸̨̳̔ ̴̢̮̼̠̈́̇͝ͅt̷͉̩̟̺̽ẖ̴̭̒̿ỉ̴͈̮s̷̟͉͈̼̬̾͐ ̶̜̖̩̝̼̈̂b̸̗̥̙̽̓̓̄̚͘é̶̬͔͑ ̶̖͆̌̆̀̄t̶̝̖͖̔̂͜h̷̬̿̔̒͘e̶̼͉̭̜̬̓͛́͊͝ ̵̽͒̃̅͆ͅf̸̛̮̦̈͐̊̋̃ĭ̷̲̄́̒̚r̸̝͖̳̠̰͍͐͛͂̚š̸̠̼̘̝̖̜͊̈́̊ţ̸̭̹̜͓̹̃̈́̀͝ ̵̘̇̎̅͗͗͝t̷̞̗̲̤͔̬̀͑͗̈́̌͗i̷̺̺͑͌͒m̴̮̠̈́ę̶̳͚̣͖̠̆͑͛͝ ̶̭̄͌̐̉ͅy̸̤͚̮̍̈̄̕ȫ̷̝̉͑̈́̉ṳ̵͎̭̟̝̠̀̆́̑͛͝ ̶̢͓͇̋w̶͉̬̮̻̅ò̴͉̥̫̦͚̒̂́n̶̹̄̕'̶͖̂́̐̊t̸̡͇̺͙̍ ̶̧̳̬̾͐̑͊́̊b̸̨͖̼͇̮͖̽̽̓̀ĕ̸̙̹̆̏͂͊ ̷̼̀̏̿̿̊ͅǎ̴͙̦͕͓̞b̷̧̤̮̙̄̃͒̑̐͘l̷̨̜͙͖̜͉͘ȩ̷̟̀̈́̊̄ ̶̨̧̖̖̰̦͋͑̿̏̔̅t̸͙̊ǒ̵͍̟́̾͒͋ ̵̹͍̮̆̓̿̎̚e̴̩̘̥̜̿ͅṋ̵̨̖̱̬̈̌̋a̶̢̛̘͎͉̙͊̑͌̉͑c̸̨̨̰͗͗͑͗͗͜͝t̶͍͇͙͇͊̓͐́̉̄ ̸͚͝͝r̶̘̠̩̬̮̍̈́e̷̦̦̍̈́̅̎̆v̵̞̯͎̔̑̚ḛ̵̣̠̈́̀̈́͊n̸̨͔̬̑͒̐̍̇̏g̴̨̣̒ë̷̗͆́̋̀?̶̲̽̈́̏̀͋
"No," you immediately replied. "I'll pay my blood debt with her life. Don't worry about it."
The inky shadow being bled into the walls, body leaking back into the cracks of the house.
You sighed heavily. "I fucking hate you Olivia Godfrey."
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Trying to work out if it would be funnier for Alastor to do a weird bodyswap with Angel Dust or Vox
On the one hand, vox waking up in an old timey body and accidentally blasting everyone with a dozen stations and on the ither side of town alastor wakes up next to valentino and accidentally blacks out the town, while trying to strangle the moth that touched him...
The CHAOS... can you IMAGINE
"VOX!!!" the door blows off its hinges as all the phones in the room explode.
"Uh, is he... is he announcing himself, or.like what?" Angel whispers to Husk, as charlie freezes mid stride and vaggie whips out a concealed weapon from the nearby coatrack.
The mist horrifically distorted static garbles a statement as a very dishevelled and distressed looking Alastor falls out if a neeby shadow.
"How in the everloving FUCK do you control these fucking shadows you old timey prick?!" The overlord snarls at a vix whose screen is flickering between his face and an array of u pleasantly gorey murder scenes.
"H000w doyou get this damn internet to st##00pp making such a RaCk3t all the time? I have seen far too many portraits of nude sinners whizzing past this last hour alone to last a lifeTiiim3." Glitches the other, furious and maing e lights flicker.
"Well if you ever listened when i told you about it, you anachronistic fucker, you'd know what a spam filter was. And, wait is that... did you fucking kill Valentino?"
"He tr13333d to put his tongue in my mouth fiiiiir5t thing in the mo000rni11ng, how uncouth."
"Yeah, cause he thought it was mine you dick, how could you?! Ugh he's going to be such a fucking pain when he regenerates."
'Vox' is narrowing his eyes at the half coporeal half shadow flicker of Alastor, the dials chittering on and off unevenly. "What. Did. You. Do. To. Me?!" He growls.
"Oh fucking sue me. As if the first thing you did wasnt to check out the competition... and how many decades were you waiting to tell me you had a tail, You smug bastard?! Its fucking adorable!"
"You WHAT?!"
And then lucifer and half th hotel has to drag the pair of badly transformed overlords apart as they try to kill each other. Freaky friday in hell.
Also it could be interesting to see if angel would transfer to another overlord on vals death.
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On the other hand, the innuendos. And the banter... of those two would be killer.
"I knew you wanted in my pants, smiles but this is a bit too kinky even for me..."
"speaking of pants, would you mind ceasing your explorations in mine?"
"And miss a golden opportunity to see if that cane was compensatin for somethin'? Heh, you gotta be kiddin' m- YOU GOTTA TAIL?????"
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"Why am i feeling like i want to eat you but not in a cannibalistic way?"
"Its called being horny, smiles, and i think it might just kill you if you dont calm down."
"Is there anything that will make it stop so i can think?"
"..."
"Im taking your extended silence as deep pondering of the situation. In which you wont offer me a solution for which i will need to kill myself... ergo, you."
"Huh? Oh i uh, got caught up in the thought about how hot itd be to watch that and i kinda blacked out fer a minute. Wait, does thinking about watching my body get off make me a narcissist?"
"Technically no, but i think we need to invent a new kind of sin for whatever you were just thinking right now."
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"Ugh, why am i so hungry? I saw you have some pancakes an hour ago..."
"You know i am a cannibal, my envenomed associate, which means that it is not a matter of what i eat... but who. And soon, unless you want to experience bloodlust and perhaps eat someone here, hmm?"
"Wait, ya sayin i just gotta eat some ass and it'll be fine?"
"...i would suggest a meatier part of the sinner, but i supposed the gluteals can be sauteed to something acceptable if that is your preference..."
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Angel automatically making flirty statements in alastors body and absentmindedly flirting with husk. The catwould need the stiffest of drinks.
Would the radio filter work or would it flicker in and out? Could he accidentally turn on a naughty radio station and not know how to turn it off?
Could it be stuck on his emotional bandwidth and play songs matching his emotions? Even if hes pretending to be fun and flirty when crumbling inside?
Accidentslly changing into iverlord form and needing to be talked down from the sudden rush, the pain and rage and fear of having Such Power.
Not realising how to use the shadows and falling through some accidentally.
Being caught by vox because he doesnt know how to use the scramble filter properly. Being targeted as an overlord for his power due to perceived weakness.
Oooh, what if he was still i jured post fight with adam and the angelic.light caused the switch somehow, which is immediately discovered by Angel.
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Alastor trying to manage the extra height and limbs. Trying to be menacing and succeeding in some ways but not how he intended.
The pig co stantly following him around.
Learning to see through 8 eyes would also be a challenge, and the terrifying sneer smile he wears would come off a little odd onagels lovely face.
Accidentally being unable to let things go until angel tells him how to relax 3nough to, spiderman style.
Would he need to consume substances like angel does, given the dependence?
Discovering angel has venom could be fun. Accidental fun that could go very wrong
Would they try to put their regular attire on or go with the others clothes? Because opening closets in either room could be horrifying.
"Whyve you got a fuckin head in ya dressor?"
"My deer fellow, given the alarming size and shape and indeed angry vibrating some of the items i your own boudouir made as i searched for actual pants, i would hasten to request you cease judging my own rooms. Besides, the majority is in the fridge, so simply avoid looking i there too long and it will all work out in the wash."
"Fine but uh... didja see anythin you liked in my room? Im always happy ta share, smiles..."
"Angel i already died once and several of those items seemed designed to shatter your bones from the inside. So i must decline your courteous offer. You may of course snack on anysinner meat i the fridge as you see fit. But leave the portion of angel wing... rosie and i intend to cook it properly whe this is resolved."he gestures to all of him.
"Pfft, sure okay. But i got a few beginner items that you might like to tr-"
"Not now, thank you."
"S'not a no..." he mumbles, witha lavicious wink that is wildly out of place on alastors face.
He laughs as all 8 of his own eyes roll in exasperation.
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Also, to upset angel enough to transform properly into overlord form, alastor looks him dead in the eyes and snaps spaghetti in half. The hotel varely survives the ensuing explosion.
Angel hearing the background radiation of the universe (static) qould be weird and maybe soothing. Also i have wondered if alastor and vox can sense one another given they both work on the same wavelengths, that could make a fun and weird diversion.
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It also raises questions on... the contract.
Would alsstors body or consciousness retain his souls and their links?
What about angel? Does his contract remain locked to his body, or would valentino drag the chain to find alastors body on the end to his sadistic delight?
Oooh, what about the secret chains? The one we think is from lillith or eve... do you think angel would notice? Hes worn a chain for a while.
Actually isnt there a poledancing clause in his contract?
This could be a disaster until its fixed.
I have. Many thoughts. And just one little phone to share them on.
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HELLO LADIES, LORDS, AND NON-BINARY ROYALTY!
I’m Coming out of my hole of just occasionally reblogs to give y’all a quality post, because if you’re reading this, you deserve it.
I believe you’ve heard enough of me, so let’s get into it!
Some (Random and Useless) Facts about my KNY Hashira god! AU
Note: there’s only one fact per god, and maybe, just maybe, some about the shrine keepers and other entities-
Tengen doesn’t have a favorite number, and if he does, it’s always shifting. You could ask him any time, any day, and one day it might be 4, the next? 404,236. He thinks it’s flashy.
Giyuu often saves drowning people. He never thinks much of it, thinks it’s an “act of service and protection”, and he doesn’t like to see sufferers. That plays into it much more than he knows.
Sanemi likes to summon things to fight. There’s been occasions where other gods have walked into his domain to see a wind monster running rampant, and Sanemi beating the everloving hell out of it.
Shinobu literally cringes when people don’t take her medical advice seriously. It’s downright horrible to look at for her, and finds herself ready to lose it when they come back to her shrine saying “My lovely goddess, it has failed me, the knowledge you have bestowed upon my shoulders.”
Rengoku (tengen, muichiro, and giyuu alike), prefer being talked to casually, instead of fancy words. It seems more welcoming, and a simple “good morning! How are you?” Is always better than a “how have you been faring on this fine date, my lord?”
Mitsuri has tried to play matchmaker with some other gods between themselves, and has also tried to get some of the shrine keepers together, it doesn’t end like she planned-
Gyomei puts divine blessings on stray cats to keep them out of harm’s way, it honestly works really well. Tanjiro watched a boulder fall only 1/8 an inch from a cat, leaving it shocked but unharmed.
When it comes to Obanai, when people (or gods *cough*Giyuu*cough*) Piss him off, he uses a trademark insult: “If you sssay one more thing, I will kill you with my snakes and watch you die.” It’s super effective!
Muichiro forgets a ton of things, but in his domain there’s a special mist that makes you forget things slowly, until you leave. It confuses everyone when they forget what the mist does, though they know they’ve been there before.
Tanjiro has a scar over his right eye, though it doesn’t affect him at all. “Just like a decorative object.” He says. Apparently he got it from an accident as a kid.
Nezuko likes to be in the flower garden of the shrines, and will pick flowers for the shrines, to put down.
A/N: HOLY FUCK, WHY DID THIS TAKE SO LONG!? TY @zofi-persson FOR GIVING ME THE MOTIVATION TO FINISH THIS, UR AMAZING!!! (´,,•ω•,,) Chapters may not be as frequent, I’m so sorry!
See ya,
-Roman!
#kimetsu no yaiba#kny#demon slayer#this has been in my head for days#this is bad i’m sorry#and the void screams back#demon slayer giyuu#i scream at the void#demon slayer muichiro#demon slayer obanai#demon slayer shinobu#demon slayer rengoku#demon slayer tanjiro#demon slayer nezuko#demon slayer tengen#demon slayer mitsuri#demon slayer gyomei#demon slayer sanemi
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