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Mesopotamia, 3004 BC
#nothing to see here#just a demon blatantly eye-fucking his angel#good omens#aziraphale x crowley#crowley x arizaphale#anthony j crowley#crowley#ineffable husbands#david tennant#crawley#good omens 2#aziracrow#my gifs
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when we begin again
I wanted to write something for my little huskerdust babies au! So here's some devastating angst!!
Huge thanks to @minky-for-short for being the first to indulge me in this madness and the general encouragement and huge thanks to @hangsters for putting up with me singing these songs on repeat whenever by brain goes into standby
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cw trans angel dust, male presenting pregnancy
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“You have to deal with Angel Dust.”
Husk had been hearing that a lot lately. It made him happier than he’d be willing to admit to anyone with working ears.
Well. Anyone apart from Angel Dust himself.
But that surly voice didn’t belong to his man, it was Vaggie who had appeared against his bar, hands braced on it and interrupting the game of poker Husk had been playing against himself. There wasn’t much to do when you were a bartender who’d promised not to drink for the next six months, two weeks and three days. But who was counting?
Husk didn’t look up, rolling the olives he used as chips from one pile to the other, blatantly cheating and willing himself not to notice, “Let me guess, he made Charlie cry again? Or was it Nifty this time? Ah fuck, did he piss off the radio demon…”
He’d rattled them off in order of likelihood but he wouldn’t put any of them past his spider demon lately. Angel Dust had always been an acquired taste with that sugared armor he put on and the sharp tongue underneath, the teasing smirk he faced the afterlife with. Hell, it had been a while before Husk broke under his charms and that was only after seeing them for what they were, pretty decoration on someone who’d been through a lot and chosen his weapons carefully. He was an asshole, smug and bitchy and vulgar, and Husk had learned to love it.
But for someone who’d actively chased chemical imbalance for years, the guy was not handling pregnancy well.
Tired, aching and hormonal, his time lately was mostly spent sulking on the couch, scowling at anyone who came near, firing off cutting remarks that weren’t so funny without the smile and wink to go along with them. There were very few people in the hotel he hadn’t upset, hitting every square on the bingo sheet, losing his shit over the smallest thing until he deserved some kind of special prize for acidity. He’d be sorry when he calmed down, continually brought to tears by his friends’ patience with him, all of them ready to play the whole scene out the next day.
Hence why Husk was asked to deal with him as often as he was, riding on his baby daddy pass. Being the spider demon’s keeper would lose its shine eventually but it hadn’t happened yet and he didn’t see it on the horizon either.
“Well, no more than usual but…” Vaggie continued, her palm still over his winning hand.
Husk sighed, “Look, I know he’s a lot to deal with right now but you can’t blame the guy. He was a bitch with booze, cigarettes and drugs mixed in, now he’s had to drop all three on short notice, topped off with two spider kittens using his organs as a trampoline and turning his brain into soup.”
“No,” Vaggie’s voice shifted from surly to irritated with an edge of worry that shattered Husk’s warm feeling and pulled his eyes off his cards, “No, it’s not like that, Husk.”
“What’s up with him?” he felt his ears pick up, like if he strained enough, he could hear Angel somewhere upstairs.
When he’d come back from the store, laden with sweet treats that made his teeth ache just looking at them and insane combinations Angel’s cravings had been demanding lately, he’d just assumed the sofa was empty because the spider was upstairs, sleeping. But Vaggie’s expression said something different. Guilt settled over Husk like a wet blanket. Why didn’t he go and check on him…
“That’s the thing, we don’t know,” the former angel folded her arms, “He was sitting in the lounge like usual, watching TV, me and Charlie were setting up for today’s lesson and suddenly he just got up and stormed off. Slammed the door and hasn’t left since. Snaps at anyone who comes knocking to go fuck themselves.”
Husk felt the fur across his shoulders lift. Some of that was normal. Some of that gave him the concrete feeling of knowing the next card you turned would blow your hand or knowing that fist was sailing right for your nose.
“Um…guys?” Charlie’s voice had a tremble that made it sound ready to break, “I think I know what upset him.”
The television was blaring when they ran over to where she sat in the lounge but that had a lot to do with the voice of Katie Killjoy, curdled nastily and accompanied by a dangerous lioness smile.
And a grainy, lopsided paparazzi shot of Angel Dust, pupils wide as silver dollars and a grin so loose it was sliding right off his face, a poisonous looking martini in one of his hands, a rolled up note in another.
“Ah fuck…” Husk groaned softly.
“...with the frankly staggering revelation that the bumbling efforts over at the Hazbin Hotel actually work, somewhat, Hell is left with questions. How did such embarrassing methods actually produce results? Is this the first step on the road to ascension? Is this all an elaborate hoax by the Princess of Hell in a bid to sell us on her hotel? All valid questions in the wake of this news! But we here at Vox Media Productions have another to add to the list.”
The photo of Angel Dust was blown up, becoming footage, bleeding into clips from his more violent pornos. Husk doubted he had a heart anymore but something in his chest ached at the sight of a clear downward spiral. He used to watch Angel like this and tell himself he didn’t care, that the kid was none of his concern, an afterlife imploding to the same tune he’d heard a thousand times, living and dead.
But he was long past lying to himself. Now he had no shield against the pain of watching the man he loved drown in front of him, knowing there was a version of himself just in the wings, too damn stubborn and too damn drunk to help him.
“The well known sinner at the center of this shocking story is no stranger to scandal, though he’s far more used to making a profit from it. Angel Dust, star of many award winning pornographic films, is the supposed father-to-be but close, personal friends of the spider himself have raised their concerns.”
Husk could feel the growl running between his teeth like an electric current. He could take a guess at just who’d fed them this story.
“Sinners, ask yourselves, is this really the person who should be in charge of Hell’s very first children? A known drug addict who makes his living from indecency? And, according to insider reports from Porn Studios, an unreliable, temperamental, unstable individual? There have been a lot of very worrying leaks about his on set behavior and, while we were all willing to turn a blind eye before, there are now young lives at stake. Can we really allow this to continue? Vox Media certainly doesn’t think so.”
A dagger flashed out and crashed through the screen, turning the chatter and flashing images into gurgling pops of static and then silence. Vaggie wrenched her weapon free, eyes flaring enough to burn holes in the wall.
“Someone needs to crush that fucking bug,” she spat, “Pin him to a goddamn corkboard.”
“They said it’s their top story, they must have been talking about it all day…” Charlie flickered between forms, horns phasing in and out, tears welling in her eyes, “Angel must have seen it…”
“We knew Valentino would throw a bitch fit over you keeping the kids out of his hands,” Vaggie spun the dagger between her fingers like there might still be something to throw it at, “But getting Vox to do his dirty work? Fucking coward…”
“They can’t…they can’t actually take the babies from him right? Right?” Charlie shook herself, hands twisting in her hair, “No, no, of course not. Because we’ll do something about it! I’ll…I’ll get them to interview me! We’ll run our own piece! Start our own news station?”
“I’m going to talk to him.”
Husk’s voice, oddly calm and empty of anger, brought his friends up short, stalling their fury and their panic. He wrenched his claws out of the furrows he’d dug in the back of the sofa, keeping his breathing steady and even as he took the stairs two at a time.
The more demonic part of him wanted to howl and break things, smash glass and break his claws against the wall. The part of him that had once been an Overlord wanted to track down Valentino and tear the wings off his back, grind him into the ground until he was as small as he’d ever made Angel feel. The human part of him wanted to find the nearest bottle and drain it dry, rob himself of all feeling, blunt the edges of this pain until he didn’t have to deal with it at all.
But Husk ignored all of them. It took a moment but he managed it eventually, shoving them into the back of his mind where they couldn’t take control of his limbs. There was only one thing that he could let matter right now.
Angel Dust wasn’t the only one who was struggling with the change in their afterlives.
The bedroom behind the door was still his own, technically, but he hadn’t thought of it that way in a while. They hadn’t been an item long before pink started bleeding into the otherwise lifeless space, bright clothes actually making use of the wardrobe, make-up left scattered in front of the mirror, Fat Nuggets snoring on Husk’s side of the bed more often than not. Angel Dust still had his room down the hall, Husk knew he got a lot of reassurance out of having his own space (and he had a lot more shit) but his paws brought him here first.
He knocked lightly, pressing his forehead to the door, “Angel? Baby, it’s me.”
There was a very deliberate pause where Husk knew there was a good chance he’d be told to fuck off, a static weight where lightning might strike or it might not. He held his breath, tail whipping anxiously, not praying, he wasn’t fool enough for that, but hoping pretty damn hard.
Eventually, he heard a soft murmur, the sound of fabric moving, “M’here.”
He took that as permission to gently ease the heavy door open. Their room was dark, almost completely, apart from the sickly blue light flooding out of the phone in Angel’s hands. The spider demon was slumped on the bed, angular limbs folded in like someone had taken a rolled up newspaper to him, the only part of him that moved was the thumb scrolling endlessly through some newsfeed. Husk could hear tinny versions of Angel’s exaggerated moans and squeals from any number of pornos, interspersed with canned commentary from the 666 News broadcast. It seemed like Vox wasn’t the only Vee helping Valentino play dirty.
Husk sighed, closing the door behind him and gently clambering onto the bed, though he gave Angel plenty of room, “Baby, maybe you should stop listening to that…”
Angel’s voice was thin and rough, like it had come through a belt sander, “He’s sending me them. Val. Making sure I don’t miss any.”
Husk swallowed back acidic anger, “Block him. You can put it down, Angel, it’s okay…”
“Used to tell yourself that at the roulette table, huh? Just put it down?” Angel flashed him a bitter look.
Husk couldn’t help it, he flinched. Immediately his boyfriend’s anger cracked and collapsed, horror and shame underneath. The phone slipped from his fingers, landing face down and dropping them into darkness. But the pentagram moon showed Husk more than enough, the tears bleeding down Angel’s face, his mouth twisted miserably as it swallowed him under.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
Husk sighed, holding out his hands, “I know you didn’t, baby, I know. Look, can I touch you? That okay?”
Angel’s two sets of arms seemed to be in disagreement. One set trembled closer to Husk’s, the other hovered over the phone, both pulling against the other and both terrified. Husk found himself doing it again, that thing that wasn’t praying, harder than he’d done over any green-felted table.
The stalemate finally broke and, thank fuck, Husk was the winner. Angel Dust crashed into him with more force than you’d ever think was in that skinny body, clutching him tight enough to hurt, not that Husk could find it in him to care. He felt warm tears soak the fur at the curve of his neck, welcomed them, brought his wings around to shelter the two of them, purred loud and unashamedly, rocked him the way he’d never been rocked himself but it felt right.
“I don’t get it,” the words came waterlogged and painful, “I didn’t ask for them. I didn’t ask for these kids but I’m doing my fucking best and now I have them, all everyone wants to do is take them away from me.”
For a moment, Husk was envious of his lover, two arms didn’t feel like enough to hold him, how was he supposed to compete when the hurt was this big?
“I know,” he rubbed his cheek against Angel’s hair, forgetting to be self conscious of his feline instincts, “It ain’t fair, baby. And…and I need you to know…if it’s too much, if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. You have a choice.”
Angel’s breath shuddered, two hands winding from around Husk’s middle, slipping down. He couldn’t see them but he knew where they were going, his own paws met them there. Demons glancing at him in the street would have no idea- well, they would now thanks to the fucking Vees- but Husk spent a good amount of his time staring at Angel Dust. He saw the gentle slope in his stomach, he knew where to press to feel it through the oversized sweatshirt he wore. He threaded his fingers through Angel’s so the two of them cradled it together, this little impossibility, this spark that had fallen through the cracks and somehow landed here in their afterlives.
“I wanna do it,” Angel Dust rasped, “I know it’s dumb and selfish but I can’t help it. I got ditched by my family and this…they feel like a second chance. And I know I don’t deserve it but I can’t let go.”
Husk shook his head gently, shifting so he could rest his forehead against Angel’s, “Listen to me. I don’t know why this happened, I don’t know what asshole is up there above Heaven and Hell and all this mess deciding whose a sinner and whose a saint, whose spunk gets to work and whose don’t. I don’t know why these kids are here but I know there’s only one explanation that makes sense to me.”
Angel sniffled softly, still looking down at their joined hands, “What?”
“You,” Husk breathed, running his thumb over that little knot low inside his lover, “You’re the only person I can think of, in heaven or hell or wherever the fuck else, who’s strong enough to do this. You’ve fought harder than anyone I know to be better than you were. And you’ll keep fighting for our kids, even when assholes like that bitch Val keep throwing punches. I think they’re here because you deserve that second chance, Angel.”
His slitted eyes had adjusted to the darkness, rewarding him with the sight of a small, trembling smile on Angel’s face.
“Well…that means you do too, right?” he whispered.
Husk chuckled softly, “Hell, I already knew I was on the path to redemption. I got you, didn’t I? Must be halfway to a fucking saint.”
Angel’s laugh was a shaky, broken thing but it was the sweetest sound Husk had heard in a long time, a prize he could never have imagined winning. To be trusted so much by someone who, by rights, should never have trusted anyone again, he wouldn’t have traded anything for that.
Angel reached down, fumbling around in the blankets until he found his phone. He held the power button down until the screen went fully dark then tossed it over his shoulder, letting it land in some of the clothes scattered on the floor. He seemed to breathe a little easier after, glowing at the proud grin Husk gave him.
“I love you, baby,” the words still left him quietly, like he was still unsure saying them, they were a trick he hadn’t mastered yet and was terrified to fumble, “You know that, right?”
Angel nods, plucking those words out of the air and clutching them so tight they were tattooed on his palm, “So you keep saying, Whiskers. Though I could stand to hear it a few more times…and I love you too. A whole fucking lot…” his eyes slid over his shoulder where he’d tossed the phone and it’s poisonous chatter, “Enough that it drowns out all that bullshit on most days.”
Husk laid a paw against his cheek, brushing away the tear tracks on his face, “And on the days it doesn't, I’m right here. And soon we’ll have two little brats running around, I hear they’re pretty loud.”
Angel let Husk tumble him gently sideways, their bodies finding a way to comfortably fit together in their nest of blankets, “Not soon enough if you ask me. I could have been just enough of a spider to lay eggs and save myself the hassle but nah, I had to go and fall in love with a mammal…”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Husk smiled crookedly, purring so Angel would feel it as he pillowed his head on his chest, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Too fucking right you will,” Angel’s gold tooth flashed as he yawned, the sadness draining away and leaving him empty, “Over and over again, in a wide variety of different positions…”
Husk could feel Angel Dust still shaking, even after he drifted asleep. It wasn’t the end of it, he knew that the tide had just gone out. The next months weren’t going to be easy and hell only knew what would happen after that. He’d certainly had better odds in his time.
But Husk knew one thing for certain. He was all in.
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Conquer Your Demons | Rhett Abbott x Reader
Word Count: 3,300
Cross Posted on AO3
Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, demon!Rhett, food mentions, unprotected sex, blatantly defiling a church, cunnilingus, mild cum eating, post-coital cuddles. Usage of the Standing Amazon Position in the beginning (in case my description was too vague)🧡 Perry Abbott is on fire.
Brief Summary: Fuck, you hope nobody comes to check in on how this whole cleansing process is going. Because there is nothing that can possibly explain the sight of a demon on his knees, eating you out on the altar.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm—"
"It's a little bit late for that, don't you think?" You hum, voice echoing, bouncing off the bare walls of this old, one-room church. Ricocheting through unoccupied, dusty pews and rattling up into the rafters. Built centuries ago, has been witness to hundreds of Sunday sermons, weddings, and funerals.
But never has it been witness to something like this.
"No, no, no, please," Rhett's sweaty chest heaves, keening high in his throat, your cunt clamping down around his twitching cock like a vice. His ankles quiver against your shoulders, fluttering like leaves in a bracing breeze. "I'll be good. I'll be good."
His tail thrashes between your legs, smacking against your thighs. Horns knocking into the wooden table as his head rolls back and forth, trying to shake you away like a bed dream. Skin glistening in the dancing candlelight, muscles rippling, flexing as he squirms. Your fingertips pinch at a soft nipple, awestruck by how his back arches, jolting up from the edge of the table.
"You should have thought of that before you tried to kill Pastor Perry," your greedy hands run across his burning skin. Roaming the vast expanse of his upper body, tickling down his sides, feeling the subtle grooves of his ribcage. So perfectly compressed, knees mere inches away from being pressed up against his chest, powerless to let you have your way with him and his cock.
Your shoes click against the floor as you raise yourself up, knees straightening to allow yourself the room to reach down to where your bodies meet.
"That bastard had it comin'—aa!" His hissed words cut short by the gentle squeeze of your hand around his balls. A poorly concealed warning. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry!"
And you really should be giving him more hell for that. Make him lay still while you press his pale knees into his chest and make him beg you to move. Completely, utterly powerless in this position.
But you can't focus, not with the way the pale undersides of his thighs tremble beneath your palms. Already pushed to his limits, and you've just sunk down onto him less than two minutes ago.
"Are you close already, cowboy?" You coo, squeezing the meat of his thighs in your hands, feeling how they flex in your grasp.
His hair shakes as he nods his head with a whimper of a "uhuh." Those pretty blue eyes falling shut, breathy noises whittling out of his throat with every breath.
For a demon, he sure looks like an angel.
Sounds like it too.
"But I haven't even gotten started with you yet," your words whiny, bottom lip jutting out to create a false pout, feigning disappointment.
Stradling him in this position is difficult. Riding him would have been a much easier solution, and your knees surely would have thanked you for it, but there's something about this that has your heart speeding up. Rhett fucking Abbott. The deity that's been haunting Wabang for the past six years, on his back, thighs to his chest, whimpering as you begin to move. Working yourself up and down his cock that's peeking so prettily from between his thighs.
Pearly white teeth glint in the light as his mouth falls open, unable to shut it. "Thank you, thank...thank—" your fingers delve between his lips. Unfearing as they spread out, dancing past razor-sharp canines. A short, hot tongue laps against them, twisting between each digit, sucking lazily.
"Look at you," you're musing aloud, unable to keep yourself quiet as you find your pace. Button-down shirt clinging to your overheated skin, sweat brought on by the way his leaking cock head drills up into you. The gentle curve allowing him to drag so wondrously against your g-spot, the little bundle of nerves tingling with every touch. "Aren't you supposed to be scary, cowboy?"
Those horns bump into the sides of the table once more, his head thrashing, unable to do anything more than just that. Tries to speak, but the fingers in his mouth muffle him, intelligible words vibrating through your hand and up into your arm.
"What would the townsfolk think if they saw you like this?" You're painfully aware of what your words are doing to him, those midnight blue eyes flashing open, only for them to roll back into his head. Such a sight that only serves to send a wave of heat between your legs. "The big bad demon, getting fucked in the only church in town?"
Oh, how you can hear the town gossip now. The same gaggle of ladies, aghast as they discuss the sins committed atop the altar. Fanning their faces with their hands and speaking as if they are higher than thou.
Their loss.
Because you are the only person who gets to experience this.
The sweet burn in your thighs as you ride him, hips working in their favorite, languid rhythm. Your head fuzzy with the way his thick cock fills you, rubbing past every little sensitive area, nerves alight. Saliva coats your hand, shimmering beneath the candlelight like it's trying to put on a show.
"Baby, you're drooling everywhere..." pulling your dripping fingers from his mouth in favor of seizing him by the jaw. Two days' worth of unshaven scruff scratching at your skin.
Rhett's body jerks upward, snapping up into your cunt with a strength he shouldn't have. "M' gonna...baby..." His arms wind around his thighs, pulling them from your shoulders and up against his chest. Squeezing them tight, like he needs something to keep him from bursting.
"Close already, pretty boy?" Dropping from his jaw, your hand roams down his neck. Doesn't stop until your wet fingertips find a dusky pink nipple, pinching it, if only to see him jolt.
Those pretty curls bounce as he nods his head, "Uhuh." So weak and breathy. Punctuated by a choked whimper.
"Come on then," taunting, fighting to keep your own voice level. You can already feel the way he's beginning to twitch inside of you, bumping up into those little nerves. "Cum in me like a good boy."
One of his hands snaps up. Clamping down over his mouth just in time to muffle what sounds like a squeal. Suddenly afraid to hear his own noises. Palm trembling like a leaf. Jittery. So out of control that there's not a bit of resistance when you reach up to pull it away.
"You can do it, come on," you can't catch your own breath. Fuck, it's like he was designed to get you worked up. Your body hard to control as your walls flutter around his cock, spasming with something that makes your eyes unfocus.
A cry catches in Rhett's throat. Cut off by the sudden convulsion of his hips, cumming with a silent noise that rattles through your ears. Familiar heat spills inside of you, his eyelashes fluttering like butterflies.
Oh, he's so pretty like this. Face lax, almost peaceful. Until it's not. Scrunching shut, nose wrinkling, a string of confused whimpers sputtering past his thin lips. Because you're still moving. Bringing yourself up, only to sink back down on his softening cock, uncaring of the growing discomfort.
"What's the matter, cowboy?" You tease, your hands hooking beneath the backs of his knees, unwilling to let them fall off to the sides.
"Can't," his voice unusually pitchy, "Sensitive—!"
You can feel it. The way he twitches with your every movement. Too overstimulated to handle anything more but unable to wriggle away from it. His hands clamp down over top of yours, squeezing, needs to hang onto something.
"You can take it," you don't know if it's meant to be encouragement or a reminder, but you're saying it regardless, "You've done it before."
That little bull tail of his is swishing between your thighs, smacking against the sensitive skin there on its own accord. He's lucky you can't reach down and squeeze it at the base, hold it down until he gives you what you want.
There's a newfound ache in your knees as you begin to move quicker, chasing the feeling of his spent cock working in and out of you. Seeking that little spot that he's no longer hitting. Cum spilling out, running down your thighs, and falling to the hardwood floor.
"Baby, baby, please I—" his tongue loose in his mouth, "I'm—I'm sorry!"
Too little too late.
He should have thought of the consequences when he decided to knock that candle onto pastor Perry's coattails and set him ablaze in the middle of service. No matter how you twist it, such an act doesn't qualify as a mild haunting. A little something spooky that remains harmless.
Your body twitches, exhausted muscles acting on their own accord. The blunt head of his weeping cock bumps into a familiar, sensitive spot. Has your pussy tightening around him like a vice, ripping that wail right out of his chest.
"Gonna..." that deep voice of his babbles. His mouth still moving, but not a sound coming out.
"Already?" Fuck, it's hard to feign disappointment when he looks up at you with those watery eyes. Tears welling but not quite spilling over. Not yet.
Long gone is his composure. His ability to remain quiet. Reduced to breathy whimpers and grunts punctuated by the lewd smack of skin on skin. And maybe some of those noises are coming from you, too, because there's a rawness in your throat that wasn't there before. Gasping for air, can't seem to get enough of it. Sweat beading at your forehead.
He knocks into that spongey spot inside by pure luck. Your dripping cunt squeezing him for all he's worth, eager for more, more, more. And he's got no choice but to lay back and give it to you.
You don't realize he's cumming until you feel the pitiful twitch of his cock. His body going still as tears tumble down his flushed cheeks, decades worth of strong muscle contracting, back rising up from the table one more time. Mouth moving around the familiar shape of your name, but not a sound leaving his throat.
"Plaid," Rhett's voice cracks on the vowels. Shattering like glass. "Plaid, plaid, plaid—"
You're already pulling off of him. Numb feet stumbling as you finally, finally change your stance. Standing upright, soothing your clammy palms over his soft thighs.
"Too much?" Something pops in your neck as you lean down to press a kiss to his knee, scarred from that time he got spritzed with holy water. So much for him being invincible.
His horns thunk against the edge of the table, eyes unfocused as he mouths something you can't hear. "Want..." but he doesn't finish his sentence. Leaving his thought dangling in the air as he squirms, sweaty skin gleaming in the light, fumbling up to his own two feet.
"Rhett?" You don't understand what he's trying to do, but he's planting his hands on your shoulders and pushing you up against the corner of the altar. Uncaring of the way the sharp corner digs into your skin or of your repeating of his name.
"Want..." he repeats.
Rhett's knees thunk against the floor, the deep noise shaking these old church walls. Nose bumping into your thigh as he leans forward, eyes closed, blindly nuzzling his face between your legs.
Oh.
That wet tongue licks a fat stripe between your folds, serves to stifle his whimper as he settles against you. Drool pours from his thin lips as he twirls over your clit, too lazy, too eager to spend his time working you up.
"Good lord, Rhett," your words carried by a whispy gasp, reaching down to grab hold of those study horns. None of this is what you had in mind, but as he peeks up at you, lips wrapping around your swollen clit, you can't bring yourself to care about what should have been. "Is this what you were wanting?"
His answer comes in the form of big hands grasping the backs of your thighs, not letting you squirm away as he nuzzles impossibly closer. That tongue of his rubs back and forth, the scruff of his cheek rubbing against you. Tiny, wet sounds, viciously loud.
Fuck, you hope nobody comes to check in on how this whole cleansing process is going.
Because there is nothing that can possibly explain the sight of a demon on his knees, eating you out on the altar. His spent, soft cock resting against his thigh, cum staining the insides of your thighs. Your pants have likely fallen into the seventh circle of hell by now, never to be seen again.
That burning mouth of his sinks lower, tail swishing behind him as he pushes his tongue into you without warning. Unphased of the mess he's left there, languidly working in and out of your pussy, soft noises emanating from the back of his throat. The tip of his nose nudges your clit with each and every motion. Enough to have you squirming, pulling on his horns. Unsure of if you want more or less.
"Y'taste so good," he's speaking right into you, each syllable rattling up your fragile core. Fuck, fuck, fuck, when did his voice get so deep?
It's difficult to miss that pleased grin, poorly masked by your dripping sex, as he pulls his tongue from you. Licking his way up up up to your clit once more. A dull tingle appears as he twirls over top of it, not sure if it's brought on by the act itself or the way he whimpers when your hips jolt forward.
"Cum on my face," he breathes, punctuated by an honorary pause to suck on that swollen little button once more. Can't keep himself away for more than a few seconds at a time. Such a simple thing that shouldn't have you trembling the way that it does. "Please cum on my face."
Deep in your chest, your heart flutters. Weakly battering against your rib cage as that tingling spreads, skin pricking with it, a twisting heat blooming between your legs. And Rhett's pressing harder, whining your name, and it's too much. Too much.
One, two, three more flicks of his tongue, and your head is tilting back. Pulling hard on those soft horns as you cum with a cry that rattles through every square foot of this old church. Hips convulsing as he licks you through it, oversensitive, but your head so far up in the clouds that you can't remember how to speak.
Your lungs are burning.
So are your knees. Crumbling out from under you without warning or notice.
The big arms that catch you are the only reason you don't hit the floor with an earth-shattering boom. Pulling you away from the cold hardwood and into a sweaty, sticky chest.
Getting back up would be the wiser option; go back home before anyone decides to pop in, hoping for a glimpse of the supernatural, but you're all out of good ideas for today. Scooting until your back rests against the wallpaper-clad wall, welcoming a rosy-cheeked cowboy into your arms.
"I didn't mean..." Rhett's horns knock against your shoulder as he settles. Such pretty things, pearly white in color, once the classic steer shape, now cut short by the hands of his own kin. "Didn't mean to...I didn't think the fire would..."
"I know," you whisper, your hands curling into his hair. "But you can't be doing things like that, Rhett." He could use a good bath, but you hardly mind the salty bite of sweat as you press a kiss to his forehead.
There's something sweet about the way that he squirms even closer, seeking refuge in the crook of your neck. Like he thinks that making himself small enough will erase the theatrics that was earlier today. The yelling. The screaming. The arguing over which hunter to call.
Rhett's soft purr almost gets you to shut up. Almost. "Do you know how bad things could have gotten if they called the Tillerson Twins instead of me?"
"Could move towns again," he murmurs like he's given this some thought. Has had plenty of time to, being locked up in this place all damn afternoon.
"Yes, but what happens when someone realizes that the hauntings only occur where I live?" That's the last thing that you need. For someone to poke their nose where it doesn't belong and realize that these events follow your every move. Realize that you're actively working with a demon to make a living, scaring folks into paying your hefty fee to cleanse their home.
"Ain't no-one fixin' to figure us out," Rhett's head tilts, leaning up to press a kiss to your jaw. The uneven edge of his horn bumps into your ear. Scratchy. "They think demons eat people, remember?"
Your chest rises and falls with a giggle. "In some forms of the phrase, they're not wrong."
The whites of Rhett's eyes flash. Rolling back into his head.
You hope they get stuck.
"Funny," one of his scarred hands raise, wiping at his chin, still soaked from his efforts.
Without rhyme or reason, you're reaching out, taking hold of that strong, prickly jaw. Watching how he lets you tilt and turn his head, not the slightest hint of resistance. Your thumb presses against his lips, and they part, humming as you pin his wriggling tongue to the bottom of his mouth. Completely and utterly pliant.
Cute.
"I say," speaking with your thumb still in his mouth, sucking on it during its retreat, "that y'let me haunt that cute lil' bakery down the road."
"I'm not letting you rob a bakery blind," you groan, head thunking back against the wall. It always circles back to the restaurants and the cute little bakeries. Like he doesn't get enough from licking the cookie dough off the spoon and quietly bugging you for bites of the dinner, he said he didn't want.
"Come on!" There's that whine of his, batting those thick lashes up at you. If he could, he'd be forcing tears to well in those deep blue eyes. "We get paid, and we get free donuts!"
Tempting. But contrary to the popular belief of the public, you still cling to a few of your morals. And that includes not causing a pastry crisis in Wabang."I'll buy you a dozen when I pay our rent tomorrow."
With a huff, Rhett falls back into your chest. Dramatic. "Fine," but you can hear the smile in his voice. A little bit excited.
You need to get going. The first of the birds are beginning to chirp, and with them, sunrise is sure to come. Bringing life back to the streets of Wabang and prying eyes who won't take too kindly to the swishing tail and short horns of a demon walking amongst them.
But he's so warm.
All swollen muscles and soft grumbles, snuggling up like you're his favorite pillow. Content to lay here forever, with his ear listening to the quiet thump of your heart and feeling your hands roam up and down his spine. And quite frankly, you're content to stay here too. Even if the hard floor is making your ass go numb.
"Your method could use some work," Rhett yawns, rubbing his cheek against you, trying to burrow himself closer, "my back hurts."
Well, in that case... "That just cost you a donut."
His head snaps up. Eyes wide. "You wouldn't."
"I would," defiantly sticking to your guns.
You have a half second to scramble to your feet before Rhett is pouncing on you. All giggles and empty threats as he fumbles after you, chasing your half-naked form down the aisle. Tearing around corners and ducking between pews, hastily searching for clothes that you don't remember taking off.
"I'm gonna get you!" Rhett's only got one boot on. The other flailing in his hand as he races out the front doors, hot on your tail.
And get you he will.
If he can ever catch you, that is.
#rhett abbott#outer range#x reader#self insert#rhett abbott x reader#oneshot#outer range amazon#reader self insert#rhett abbott outer range#rhett abbott smut#rhett abbott x you#rhett abbott fanfiction#tw: perry abbott#tw: food mention
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i'm going into blathering oaf mode which i need to type out because otherwise i will literally sit and stare at a blank wall full monkey cymbals instead of doing work that, ya know, pays the bills
buckle up, i think ur going to want to read this one (and if not obvious by the Read More, spoilers ahead)
right im watching s1 again because it is literally my comfort show and i will have it on in the background whilst im working
and im on Hard Times (ep3) and it's just got to the You Go Too Fast for me Crowley scene which obviously HEARTBREAKING
but it just suddenly occurred to me - when we leave the 1941 scene, it feels like the metaphorical ice has been broken and they've like non-verbally agreed to let go of the Holy Water Tantrum
and on top of that we see aziraphale realise he's in love with crowley, and THEN we see the dinner scene in the s2 trailer like solidifies that theyre all cosy and bashful and intimate and seem to have certainly forgotten the whole argument
BUT THEN we get to the 60s scene. and suddenly there's atmosphere. there's suddenly tension. it's awkward and cold and almost a bit nasty. and there is absolutely no reason for it, if you judge only on the linear events given to us in ep3
(EDIT: i watched it again last night and the only other reason i can think of for az being such an arse is that he found out about the robbery by hearsay and not directly from crowley which ok yeah is plausible absolutely and probably the reason for all of it but sOMETHING in my hind brain is just nagging at me that it's more than that so i stand by the following musing....... you may proceed)
what the fuCK happens in that dinner scene??? what in the last circle of hELL prompts az to come up with the "you go too fast for me Crowley" line????
because im telling ya, im betting my last vestige of sanity, that it is NOT the holy water thing
im fairly certain that there's going to be a discussion of the holy water thing in the dinner scene, i think that's a given - when you take into account that az's gut reaction to Crowley asking for holy water was to refuse him because ✨IT WOULD KILL CROWLEY✨, i think that is going to be discussed in that dinner scene
but
BUT.
ahem
i full pussy, honestly and truly (but absolutely fine if im proven wrong), will die by this BELIEVE that there's going to be an a love confession of Some Sort from one of them
Let's face it ---- probably from crowley ("why did you save my books?" "...")
in this scene.
going a step beyond that, i even think there might be a move made from crowley (not The Kiss, mainly because the costume/hair doesn't match but also doesn't seem like the right one) but like maybe he leans in or crowds into az a little too close in this dinner scene and it's going to absolutely scare the beejesus out of az
HE. 💔 GOES. 💔 TOO. 💔 FAST. 💔
like az has literally just realised he feels something that, let's be real, he SHOULD NOT feel bc a) he's an angel and b) crowley is a demon.
but then crowley alludes to having feelings for az? possibly suggest to him that he has for ThousANDS of years???? and that he saved his books because he knew it was important to az????????
nopenopenope toO FAST BOY
az is an angel. opposite side to crowley. literally challenges everything az believes about being an angel and belonging to heaven. this could mean he falls. nopenopenope. too fast.
this is literally the onLY reason i can think of that would result in what appears to be a lovely cute scene, where az is quite blatantly moon eyeing crowley over a bottle of chateau, but immediately swings 30 years later to being cold and distant and "You Go Too Fast for me Crowley"
i will live and die by this, so help me god
and now....... discuss
#good omens#good omens season 2#good omens spoilers#ineffable husbands#azicrow#like the tone difference between the nazis and the 70s scene always irked me before#and now the s2 trailer has come out it was a veritable light bulb moment#as for the other Kiss i think thats when az finally confesses to crowley#it just has to be im not accepting anything else#good omens speculation
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((Information about Asmodeus!))
Name: Asmodeus
Nicknames/Aliases: A.S. Morris. Samael calls him “Mo”, which is fine, or “Momo”, which he hates, it’s so undignified-
Age/Date of Birth/Place of Birth: Older than time/Before time began/Heaven
Species: Demon/Fallen Angel
Gender/Pronouns: Technically agender, fine with corporation being seen as “male”, he/him
Sexuality: Technically asexual, sex-positive, pan…something (he’s. Experimented. With various humans of various genders.) (But, really, they were all stand-ins for a certain someone.)
Appearance: Asmodeus looks much like Aziraphale does, except with straight, white, combed-back hair rather than blond curls. His eyes are black and look human, but he always wears gloves to cover up patches of white snakeskin on the back of his hands and up his arms. Has quite heavy under-eye eyeliner tattooed on (it came with his corporation, he can’t get rid of it). Wouldn’t be caught dead in anything other than black. Blatantly refuses to wear anything more modern than 19th century attire (think Laszlo Cravensworth, but with zero rhinestones). All the emo kids in London see him as an icon.
Personality/History: A fussy demon. Rather quiet, gothic, and always looks sad and distant, though he’d tell you “I can’t help how my face looks”. Basically, Aziraphale with clinical depression instead of clinical anxiety. Eternally tired. Relieved to be anywhere but Hell. Owns an antique museum/restoration workshop, incredibly minimalist and sparse, with rather clinical glass displays for the most delicate pieces. Intimidates said antiques into staying in one piece with an incredibly cold demeanor. Secretly sends donations to keep all the second-hand bookstores running. Files reports so meticulously and perfectly that Hell is suspicious about them (most reports are scribbled on the back of a bit of cardboard). Looks like he desperately needs a cup of tea, or a hug, at all times. He didn’t mean to Fall. He just… stumbled down the wrong staircase.
His first assignment from Hell was to tempt the first humans into sin, but he didn’t want to damn them like he had been damned, so he curled up in the first tree he found and went to sleep. Eve befriended him, and asked if the apples were his. He said no, and there was no sign…well, he took credit for it in his report, but it was an unfortunate situation. Those humans didn’t deserve to be kicked out, surely. Unless that was part of the plan all along…?
Anyway, that poor angel (the starmaker he’d once admired so!) was very upset by it; and it wasn’t very demonic of Asmodeus to comfort him, but you try looking at Samael’s sad little face and ignoring it. Still, he’d best leave it at that. It wouldn't do for a demon like him to get into the habit of hanging around an angel.
Asmodeus proceeded to get into the habit of hanging around an angel. Well, it wasn’t his fault that Samael kept appearing, and Asmodeus did try to warn him that it would get him into trouble. But you try telling such a sweet, darling creature to go away; it didn’t bear thinking about. Maybe things would be alright as long as nobody found out. It’s not as if his one-time-crush was going to turn into him falling deeply in love over the millennia or anything- oh, fuck.
Excerpt from my Bad Proverbs master document, originating from April 2022! I'm very excited to finally do something with my Reverse Omens AU!
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Hey, I adore your work; you are so very talented!! ♡ Would you mind writing a continuation of 'Reverse Your Regret,' in which Sapnap gets possessive over the reader? Perhaps, after their ex arrogantly reaches out to them, asking for forgiveness, the reader thoughtlessly brings it up to the incubus .. I hope that makes sense .. Anyways, wherever you decide to take this AU (if anywhere), it will be magnificent. Just wanted to share a passing thought. :)
I love this. I absolutely love this. Also this request.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 (𝟏𝟖+)
pairing: incubus!Sapnap x afab!reader
warnings: smut (18+), biting, possessiveness, Dream being an asshole, language, mentions of God and angels
previous part
You furrowed your brows slightly as a knock came to your door. Checking your watch briefly, you swiveled around the corner from your campaign of rifling through the fridge. You were hesitant to peek at who it was, mainly because of the time of night. You stood on your toes, peering through the peephole until your eyes focused on a familiar head of blond hair.
You slumped back against the door, feeling out of breath, and paralyzed with shock. What was he doing out there? You scorned, trying to remember if you had recently texted him when you were drunk, or if he had come on his own accord.
You twisted the knob slowly before inhaling and opening your door to face him. Clay’s eyes met yours, his weight leaning on his hand propped against the threshold lazily. His towering frame blocked most of the hallway light from spilling into your apartment. “Hey,” he greeted easily, voice raspy and low. It had once been your absolute weakness; how simply he could make you unravel by just whispering in your ear or making a snide comment.
You moved an inch to let him into your apartment as if you were on autopilot from his previous actions. After you shut the door behind the two of you, you shoved your hands in your pockets, your fingers brushing against the cardstock that had brought Sapnap to you. His voice seemed to flash into your head when you touched it as if he were consoling you.
Clay leaned against the back of your couch, crossing his arms as he surveyed your body as if he were looking for something in particular. He wet his lips, furrowing his brows. “I really miss you,” he mumbled, looking at you with a softer expression. “I really have no idea what was going through my head when I broke things off,” he apologized.
You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m not…” you answered, the hesitance in your voice demonstrating your disbelief. “I mean, we really… weren’t healthy…” His eyes drifted to your floor in front of him before darting back up to your gaze.
He stiffened slightly as if noticing something about you. “You look different,” he muttered absent-mindedly. You pinched yourself, wondering how you could have ever vied for his gaze and attention. You used to yearn for him to scrutinize and nit-pick, but now you knew what it was like to have a man that earned your respect, even if he did own you. Clay only took it.
You shrugged slightly, unsure of how to answer him as the pads of your fingers traced the raised print on the card. “I haven’t done anything differently,” you answered, averting your stare to bounce around at his clothing.
He tsked lowly. “No, something is definitely off about you.” He stood, walking to plant himself in front of you. He slowly reached a hand toward you, brushing your hair off your shoulder before gently dipping his fingers between your collar and moving your shirt to expose one of your shoulders. You hated yourself for wanting to lean into his touch and bury your face in his chest.
His fingers brushed against a sore spot on your skin, and you knew instantly what he was looking at: a bite from Sapnap.
Something dark flickered across his expression and he seemed almost fearful as he took a step back from you. He smirked slightly. “I see how it is,” he nipped mockingly, teeth digging into his bottom lip. “I knew your eyes seemed a bit dead, I just didn’t think you would have gone that far.”
You quipped an eyebrow in his direction, your hand moving to rest over the mark. There was no way he could have been able to tell what it meant. Your heart thumped in your chest as you wondered what Clay would have thought of you.
Before you could ask, he spoke again. “I just came by to check up on you. I heard you’d been acting strange.” He chuckled shortly. “I get why now.” You weren’t sure why he was so bitter, in fact, even when the two of you were at your worst, he never spoke to you with such malice. He began to back out of your apartment. “Just be careful. You don’t seem like the type stupid enough to get into that stuff, but from the looks of it, I might be wrong.”
You furrowed your brows, watching him leave as you stood there in shock, unable to piece together what had just happened. You weren’t sure how long you have been standing in the middle of your apartment with your mind running blank.
“What is that smell?” Sapnap’s voice boomed from one corner of your room, making you jump to look at him, your heart seemingly restarting. His face twisted in some kind of angry disgust.
You exhaled. “Jesus! You have to stop doing that!” You bit back as he seemed to further investigate whatever was bothering him, even going as far as opening a window. When you realized how much I affected him you self-consciously sniffed yourself. You smelled fine. “What are you smelling?” You queried, watching as he scoured your living room.
He stopped, looking at you with gleaming eyes. Something seemed to click in his mind and before you knew it, he was standing before you, hand resting on the side of your neck as he took a whiff of you, nose brushing against your neck. You inched away from him out of confusion and discomfort. “You’ve had an angel in here haven’t you?”
You were taken aback, to say the least. “I- what?”
“Who just left?” He asked, covering his mouth and nose as if you were repulsive to him.
You swallowed, crossing your arms over your chest, and folding in on yourself. “I don’t know… It was just my ex-boyfri-“
He cut you off. “Are you fucking serious?” You nodded slowly, wondering where he was going with this, and if these pieces of your story were de-cluttering his puzzle. “That’s why you were so uncomfortable, and why you smell overwhelmingly like rotting flowers?”
You tilted your head. “Rotting flowers?”
Sapnap rubbed his chin slightly. “He could probably tell. Mortals lose a certain light in their eyes after giving themselves to a demon,” he muttered, watching your expression shift. “Those fucking God cops are always in our territory.”
You wet your lips. “Speak plainly, Sapnap,” you insisted, breath becoming shallow.
He smugly grinned at you. “You were prime angel real estate before I came along, baby,” he answered snidely, making heat spread across your body. He got closer to you, pressing his fingertips against the portions of your skin that Clay had grazed over just moments prior as if he were spreading his own scent to cleanse Clay off your skin. “Now, not even God can help you,” he gleamed, teeth tugging at his lip before leaning towards you and pressing his mouth to yours. He broke the kiss only to hover near your ear, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against him. “Your soul’s mine.”
His body was intoxicating, and while you knew it was dangerous to be with him, you felt safer with Sapnap even if he was blatantly telling you just how damned you were. The news was easier to swallow with his tongue slipping into your mouth and his voice whispering sweetly possessive venom into your ear.
You ground your hips against him as he pressed his lips against your neck, teeth trailing after his contact, fingers digging into your skin or the leather couch beneath you. Your hair tangled with his movements, clawing at his back as his teeth clicked against your chest. His tongue darted over his previous bite that you figured would end up scaring; a permanent homage to him on your body.
He had known the adrenaline rushing through your veins at Clay’s arrival. He’d known the discomfort and the borderline fear you had to edge yourself off of earlier, therefore as he kneaded the flesh of your thighs in his hand, he was sure to validate that Clay could threaten you all he wanted, but while Sapnap was around, he couldn’t hurt you. He had explained in the past that you were his personal plaything, and thus you had gained his protection and respect in an almost sadistic way.
You moaned as his fingers slid beneath your shirt, tugging it over your head while you pulled his own off, letting his lips attack your neck again. You brazenly ground your hips up against his, wrapping a leg around his thigh in a desperate search for more friction.
You knew the heated mix of Sapnap’s possessive urges and your determination to please him would have your knees shaking in no time as he dragged your pants down your legs, fingers clawing at the now bare skin of your thighs as you, carded your fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots and swallowing his moans.
The two of you rushed into your pleasures, letting him push into you and send your mind spending. You were forgetting Clay’s name with each punctuated thrust of his hips as he bottomed out in you. You clenched around him, making him groan into your shoulder, teeth threatening to mark you again.
He pulled out of you, only to flip you onto your stomach, jutting your hips up and against his as he drove himself into you again, pressing your shoulders into the couch. You bit down on your bottom lip preventing yourself from moaning out his name as his fingers dug into your shoulders, teaching you just how much he liked to use your body. With how good he was making you feel, you didn’t give a damn.
He panted out your name, his voice low and gruff as he nearly commanded and controlled your orgasm. You whimpered at his antics and he chuckled darkly. “I should be ripping you apart after you let that thing into your apartment,” he threatened seductively. You moaned out and apology as his lips and tongue met your shoulder blade, fingers tracing the length of your spine. You could feel the pads of his fingers circling each of your vertebrates as he drove himself deeper into you, reaching just where you needed him.
You came undone quicker than you had expected, moaning as he picked up his pace to bring himself to finishing, your vision blurring from the stimulation as he used you. His hand gripped onto your hips as his paces stuttered against you, a groan hissing through his teeth. His hand laced with yours momentarily before the two of you straightened yourselves up.
You pulled your knees to your chest, watching him rebutton his shirt. You slipped your arms further into your hoodie and he looked at you with a small perk of his eyebrow. “What are you thinking about?” He asked.
You chewed the corner of your mouth. “What do demons smell like to angels then?”
“Charcoal,” he answered plainly. “Sometimes just burning.” He sat beside you, pulling you to his side. You snuggled into his warmth, resting your head on his chest.
You inhaled sharply. “So… Clay’s an angel…”
You couldn’t see his face, but you knew his eyes began to glow at the mention of the other species, especially the man you’d been associated with. “Yeah, they call him Dream.” He hesitated slightly. “He’s one of the worst.”
You felt like you were walking on eggshells to ask him more. “Did you know him?”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “Before I got kicked out,” he joked, covering the obvious hurt in his voice.
“Kicked out of where?” You probed, already somewhat figuring you knew the answer.
He was quiet. “Heaven.”
Sapnap Tag List:
@bobbyftmydad
#mcyt x you#mcyt smut#mcyt x reader#mcyt fanfiction#sapnap x you#sapnap smut#sapnap fanfic#sapnap x y/n#sapnap x reader#incubus!sapnap#demon au
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Jealous Fyodor, Dazai, and Chuuya x reader
anon: hi could I request x reader with jealous fyodor dazai and Chuuya? Thank you!
a/n: omg ofc!! I love all of them sm (esp fyo, I’m a total simp for him) so I hope you enjoy this :D also no, I did not proof read this so if you see a mistake, shhhh, no you didn’t.
Fyodor
Unexpectedly, he is winey
He has a petty, winey attitude but when you ask him what’s up, he’ll deny any change in his behavior
“Nothings different. I’m always like this. Maybe it’s you, not me.” (Not convincing)
He would be detached yet clingy
To iterate: he would act distant and even a little cold on purpose to get your attention, and have you cling to him
He would never admit his craving for attention so he’d make you come to him
Maybe even a little stand off ish
He would purposely distance himself just so you’d be all over him
HES A TEASE TOO
Like you’d be doing something romantic and he’d act like he’s about to kiss you bUt oH too bad for you because he won’t let that happen
He’d pull away with a smirk and remind you that he has work to do
He’d come up from behind you to wrap his hands around your waist and kiss you on the cheek, only for you to turn around after to see him walk away
He would brush his hand next to yours but never let you hold it
But his beautiful words and charms would grant you to be all over him, making it look like you’re the clingy one
And when his whole edgy phase of jealously (yes I’m calling it that) is over, he would smother you with love
By that I mean, you would (just as he planned) and secretory enjoy the attention you give him
And he’d finally reciprocate the affection in return (fucking finally. He would get touch starved a little to easily, unexpectedly-)
Chuuya
DRAMATIC.
He would be like “y/n, do you really love me. Do you? Or are you just saying it”
He would point out all of his strengths and perfections
Especially comparing himself
Whatever it is that you’re even the slightest bit interested (wether it be a show, person, whatever) he would find a way to make himself superior
He would buy you things
“Hey y/n I saw you eyeing those pairs of shoes the other day when we went shopping so I bought them for you”
And he would love to surprise you by making your life easier
He would do more household chores, make you meals, and all sorts of things to earn your praise, thanks, and appreciation
He would do the things you enjoy too
If you like reading, he now does too
If you want to get your nails done, so does he
There is no i, anymore. Only we ☭
Of corse he would never admit he’s jealous
But he’d make it blatantly obvious
Like not only would you know it, but everyone else would too
He’s just a tad bit protective. Just a bit!
He’s all over you, in public especially, watching out for any lurking eyes
“Chuuya I love you but I need you to calm down. It’s ok, we’re only getting coffee”
And Chuuya would come back to reality “oh yea, right, I know that. I totally do.”
Dazai
Oh boy if you thought Chuuya was dramatic- get ready…
He would sigh all the time before saying something like “I get why you wouldn’t love me. No one ever will. I guess I’m meant to be broken, all alone”
Unlike Fyodor, our lovely rat demon, dazai would be all over you
Like clinging onto you like a lost child in the middle of Costco food court or Walmart on a Saturday
He would follow you around everywhere and you’d have to be like “dazai I am trying to put the dishes away, do you need to be next me while I do this”
The answer is yes.
He will not leave you alone.
And no amount of protests will convince this stubborn man to give you your space
But unlike the previous two nuisances, he would straight up admit he’s jealous
“Y/n spend time with me. I’m getting jealous. You would never do this to me”
“Why must I be deprived of such an angelic beauty, y/n? I’m not asking for much”
With the way he’s acting, yes he is.
He would act like a little baby, constantly needing your help with every little thing
“Osamu dazai, you are a grown man. You do NOT need me to open your snack jar.”
“Yes I do! It’s putting too much stress on my delicate hands. Only you can save me, y/n”
But you’d fall into his charade with his adorable whimpers
AND HE WOULD WANT CUDDLES TOO. LOTS OF THEM. AND HE WOULD MAKE YOU KNOW THAT HE WANTS THEM.
No matter what you’re doing, if he wants cuddles, he’s getting them.
But it’s ok because at the end of the day, his cuddles are the perfect gift
#bsd x reader#chuuya x you#chuuya nakahara#bsd#fyodor x y/n#fyodor x you#fyodor x reader#bungo stray dogs#bungou stray dogs x you#bungou stray dogs x reader#dazai x reader#dazai osamu#dazai fluff#dazai headcanons#bsd headcanons#bsd x y/n#chuuya headcanons#chuuya x reader#chuuya x y/n#fyodor dostoevsky#fyodor headcanons#bungou stray dogs headcanons#bungou stray dogs hcs#bsd fanfic#osamu dazai#fyodor dostoyevsky bsd#fyodor dostoyevsky x reader#bsd hcs
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jungkook fic recs
this is a list of jungkook fics i’ve read and loved very much! enjoy. <3
ps. all fics with 🍙 are the ones i loved a little bit more.
2! 3! by @gimmesumsuga
smut, fluff | one shot | 3K words
The one at the end of Jungkook’s Wembley Vlive.
IDOL au
a dangerous game by @goldngguk
horror | series
You were in love with him. Jeon Jeongguk was everything you’d ever dreamed of and more. He was wealthy, kind, gentle, and most importantly, he loved you dearly. You knew he would always be there for you to guide you and protect you. You’d been together for just over a year and knew he had made plans to propose to you. But you found it strange that he had never brought you home to meet his parents.
KILLER, HUNTER, YANDERE au
About Time by @yoonia
ON-GOING | 🍙, angst | series
Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
SOULMATE, TIME LEAP, TIME TRAVEL au
ALL I WANT FOR COCKMAS by @junqkook
fluff, crack, smut | one shot | 3.6K words
you tell santa exactly what you want for christmas.
CHRISTMAS, SANTA au
Amour by @taesthetes
fluff, fantasy | one shot | 6.1K words
{{ noun // a love affair, usually secret; a lover }}
To love would be committing the greatest sin.
ANGEL, DEMON au
aurora. by @krreader
angst, fluff | one shot | 6K+ words
dawn comes after the darkness, and with it the promise that what has been torn by the sea is not lost. - lisa wingate
IDOL au
baecation by @1kook
smut, fluff | one shot | 5.9K words
“Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.
RICH, VACATION au
banana milk by @kimnjss
smut | one shot | 6.7K words
sent to the grocery store in the middle of the day, you’d never believe who you ran into in the milk aisle.
STRANGERS TO LOVERS au
bandslam by @ironicarmy
angst, smut | series
Cocky drummer Jeon Jungkook has never been the type to hate on anyone. But when his best friend Taehyung unexpectedly leaves the band and leaves you in his place, he can’t really blame himself when he acts with disdain towards you. Not even when there’s a prize at stake.
COLLEGE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROCK BAND au
Be Mine by @staerrylights
angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 5.5K words
When the worlds of a campus’ star player and ordinary girl collide, sparks will fly.
JOCK, FUCK BOY au
Bells by @taetaesbaebaepsae
fluff | one shot | 1.6K words
SOULMATE au
bitchin’ by @kinktae
🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series
The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.
—part of the rewind series
1980s, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FRAT BOY, FAKE DATING au
black card by @minsprings
🍙, fluff, smut | two shots
a long night at another one of your obligatory high society functions has you desperate to relieve some stress with your husband jungkook, who’s been apparently hiding a kink from you for some time.
CRAZY RICH ASIANS, CEO, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, HIGH SOCIETY au
Blackjack by @kpopfanfictrash
smut | series
Bangtan is one of the most vicious mafias on the west coast. Only six members are known by name though, with a mysterious seventh member dubbed only as ‘the shadow.’ When you become indebted to the worst of the worst – how, exactly can you find a way out?
MAFIA au
caught me. by @jeongi
smut | one shot | 13.5K words
you hate your temporary roommate, jungkook and it doesn’t help that he’s been catching you at the most inconvenient of times.
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROOMMATE au
Crybaby by @lavishedinjimin
smut | two shots
dangerous love by @seulgiology
smut, light fluff | one shot | 3.7K words
MAFIA au
Departure by @nomnomsik
smut, fluff | one shot | 6.2K words
As a flight attendant for Korean Air, you’re scheduled for a thirteen-hour flight to Japan. However, things get intimate between you and your partner and co-pilot, Jeon Jungkook, when he realizes Park Jimin, the famous idol from Korea, broads the plane and blatantly flirts with you.
FLIGHT ATTENDANT, IDOL, PILOT au
Dumbo by @cinnaminsvga
humor, smut | one shot | 17.2K words
you know what they say about boys with big noses…
{or alternatively: jungkook has a big dick but he doesn’t know how to use it, but luckily you’re there to help.}
Dynasty by @jimlingss
angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 17.4K words
It’s no secret that the Emperor is infertile. But even so, a girl is selected every three months and brought to become his concubine in hopes of conceiving the next heir. This time, it’s you. And in order to prevent execution, Jeon Jungkook might just aid you in conception.
HISTORICAL au
Euphoria by @seokstrivia
fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 7.6K words
There was always a sign on Jungkooks’ door that said something along the lines of, ‘Warning; I am naked in here. Do not enter unless you’re ready to see a whole lot of dick.’
or, that one roommate au where Jungkook is a cocky bastard.
ROOMMATE, SLOW BURN au
fatal attraction by @jungcock
ON-GOING | 🍙, angst, smut | series
Your dangerous ex-boyfriend comes back to haunt you in more ways than one.
SERIAL KILLER au
first time together by @httpjeon
fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 8.4K words
you never thought you’d fall for the charms of jeon jungkook, the campus heartthrob, play boy, and fuck boy.
—part of the together series
COLLEGE, FUCK BOY au
flesh and blood by @kinktae
fluff, smut | series
You are living in a society that is just now picking up the scraps that the Great Outbreak left behind after the government killed off the majority of the zombies. Still, some remain, and fear still lies within society’s walls. So imagine your surprise when the very thing you’ve been taught to fear ends up saving your life, showing you that maybe two beating hearts aren’t always required when it comes to love.
ZOMBIE au
For science by @boymeetsweevil
fluff, smut | series
Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.
NERD au
Game Over by @gukgalore
smut, fluff | one shot | 5K words
You try your hand at a certain TikTok trend using your boyfriend.
DOMESTIC COUPLE au
Head in the Clouds by @taequois
one shot | 3.7K words
You were the third wheel for your best friend’s date but why was Jeon Jungkook kissing you instead?
YANDERE au
Hellblazer by @jungkookiebus
smut, fantasy | series
“Few people really think about dying… paranoids worry about it without really understanding it. Victims of fatal accidents and murder don’t have time to think. You only really think about it if you take the time to. And you only take the time if you know it’s going to happen.” -John Constantine, Dangerous Habits Pt. 1: The Beginning of the End, Issue #41.
CONSTANTINE, DEMON au
HIDDEN STARS by @jungblue
angst, smut | series
It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.
IDOL au
Hiraeth by @darlingwoes
smut, angst, fluff | series
Hiraeth: A longing for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.
It was confusing, the whole ordeal was. But no matter how many times you told yourself to go back, he was always there, taunting you to stay.
ROYALTY, TIME TRAVEL au
His Name by @jimlingss
🍙, angst | series
Jeon Jungkook is a puzzle with too many missing pieces from his past and too many sides. Somehow, it’s become your job to solve him.
MULTIPLE PERSONALITY au
i wish i missed my ex by @angelguk
smut, fluff, angst | one shot | 18K words
COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au
It Ain’t Me by @inferno-loop
angst | series
industrial by @taendrils
fluff, smut | one shot | 8.1K words
❝there are lines you shouldn’t cross, things you shouldn’t touch and skin you shouldn’t mark when your hands are missing your gloves.❞
PIERCER au
Jeon Jungkook Must Die by @tayegi
smut | one shot | 14K words
Jungkook is Typing... by @glassbangtan
mild smut, angst, fluff | one shot | 21.1K words
You and Jungkook met online when you were only fourteen years old. Neither of you thought meeting up would be a possibility, until you’re hired as Big Hit’s new editor.
IDOL au
Killjoy by @taequois
smut | one shot | 9.3K words
You thought you’re trapped in the lion’s den when Jungkook kidnaps you. But he’s no lion and unfortunately for him, you weren’t a mouse either.
YANDERE au
Laundry Fairy by @bulletproofbirdy
fluff, smut | one shot | 3.5K words
You wake on Saturday to find that your boyfriend has cleaned your apartment and done your laundry–shenanigans ensue with the help of the spin cycle.
ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au
love alive by @jamaisjoons
angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 17K words
a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.
—part of the mixtape series
EXES, POST-BREAKUP au
Making of a lover by @smileyoongle
angst | one shot | 2.4K words
CHEATING, YANDERE au
mask by @onherwings
🍙, angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 32.1K words
Perhaps you signed up for more than you expected when you agreed to pretend you were just Jungkook’s roommate when his (female) childhood friend comes to visit.
BOYFRIEND, COLLEGE au
mastur-bait by @kookswife
🍙, smut, fluff, humor | two shots
you drunkenly touch yourself in front of your neighbour, hoping he’ll take notice. you can’t help but do a double take when he actually does.
—part of The Connotation trilogy
BAD BOY au
Meeting their soulmate for the first time by @sunyoonandstars
🍙, fluff | one shot | 2.1K words
Jungkook is driven by the desire to, one day, meet his soulmate. However, he had not imagined it to happen so soon …
“Jungkook’s eyes met yours only for a brief moment. Still, this split second was all it took to send a surge of thrilling heat through his entire body, the intensity of your gaze leaving every last fiber of his being vibrating and his veins tingling with what felt like a million of tiny electric shocks. He could have sworn his heart literally skipped a beat. Or two. At least.
Because those eyes weren’t just any eyes. They were the eyes. The eyes which had been haunting his dreams …”
IDOL, SOULMATE au
melomaniac. by @jeonscript
smut | one shot | 13K words
you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because he’s supposed to be your best friend and nothing more. worst part of it all is that you know he’s in love with you too.
BAND, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, PUNK au
Mind in the Gutter by @kpopfanfictrash
smut, fluff, humor | one shot | 18K words
Starting over is never fun. Especially not when you decide to take the phrase fully to heart; new job, new city, new coworkers and new relationships. When you are dragged to a happy hour by your new co-worker, Taehyung, you end up sitting beside a (very) cute, (very) shy IT worker named Jungkook. Several drinks later, he mentions he is in a professional bowling league with his friends and you rather enthusiastically invite yourself along. As time passes and you begin to grow closer, you still find it impossible to read Jungkook. Working in the same company and seeing each other so often, it is only so long before one of you snaps. But who?
BOWLING, WORKPLACE au
more than friends by @matchakoo
smut, angst, tiny fluff | two shots
you and jungkook have been roommates and close friends for a couple years, and you’re oblivious to the fact that the only reason why he hates your recent fuck-buddy is because he has the fattest crush on you.
ROOMMATE au
morning rush. by @atdawnsuga
smut | one shot | 3.2K words
You develop a strange relationship with the boy you share your morning commute with.
COLLEGE au
Movin’ by @mygsii
smut | one shot | 3.9K words
you’re moving to a new place and have called up some movers to help. you didn’t expect to find one of them extremely attractive, nor did you expect to have him all over you as soon as break time rolled around.
MOVER au
Mutual by @seokjxnnie
smut | one shot | 2.7K words
Your boss was always talking about how her son would be perfect for you, promising that he was going to the staff holiday party. He turned out to be the hook up that happened a couple months ago, who you kept around for some good dick.
OFFICE au
My Type by @shadowsremedy
smut | one shot | 6K words
Never judge a book by its cover.
COLLEGE au
neighbour by @imagniation
fluff, smut | one shot | 4K words
‘you think I can afford a plumber?’ your endearing neighbour jeongguk has magic hands that fix toilets and make you orgasm.
NEIGHBOURS au
one thing right by @hobios
🍙, fluff, angst, smut | series
“i’ve been wrong about a million times, but i’ve got one thing right.”
or, desperate to get your ailing mother into the best care possible, you ask your childhood friend turned enemy to marry you for his health insurance benefits. the only problem is it’s illegal. and he’s the sheriff. and you swore to hate him since the day he broke your best friend’s heart.
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, FAKE MARRIAGE, SHERIFF, SLOW BURN au
One Year, My Love by @hayjeon
🍙, angst, fluff, smut | two shots
You forge a marriage contract with the strangely speaking man who suddenly stumbled into your town with memory loss, but little do you know that he’s actually the lost Crown Prince, and a lot can happen between a married man and woman in one year.
FAKE MARRIAGE, ROYALTY au
Orange Tulips by @kainks
angst, fluff, light smut | one shot | 10.2K words
You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.
REINCARNATION, SOULMATE au
Pay by Play by @yoonia
smut | one shot | 3.6K words
—part of @bangtansmutcentral‘s Made With Love Project
CAM BOY au
Pen Pal by @chinkbihh
angst | series
As a lonely person, the idea of exchanging letters with someone apart from society was actually quite appealing to you. In a random act of charity and desperation, you sign up for a pen pal and get paired up with an inmate named Jungkook. The letters were meant to help him cope with prison life, but little did anyone know it was actually driving him more mad.
PRISONER, SERIAL KILLER, YANDERE au
Piss Off Your Parents by @littlemisskookie
smut | one shot | 16.4K words
In an effort to piss off your parents you move in with their worst nightmare- a boy with tattoos, a rock band, and an irresistible charm.
BAD BOY, FAKE DATING, RICH, ROOMMATE au
Play Pretend by @seokoloqy
smut, angst | one shot | 8.6K words
walking under ladders, splitting the pole, breaking mirrors, going near black cats—just to name a few things Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do before his soccer games.
And after Jungkook catches his girlfriend cheating on him, he’s going to need a little more than luck to get her back. He needs you.
FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, SOCCER PLAYER au
Quarter Quell by @chinkbihh
ON-GOING | 🍙 | series
Every 25 years there is a Quarter Quell edition of the Hunger Games. Quells mark the anniversaries of the districts’ defeat by the Capitol, and include special celebrations. The Games involves some sort of twist that makes them even more disastrous or difficult to compete in, or watch.
HUNGER GAMES, YANDERE au
Redolent by @baeseoul
ON-GOING | angst, smut | series
You and Jungkook have a past, but the biggest mistake of his life has him losing you in every way. It isn’t until the smell of the unique combination of vanilla and pear blossom for the first time in over a year reminds him of you and your endearing candle obsession that he’s forced to reminisce about what he had, and what he lost. He wants to reconcile, but what if you’re doing just fine without him?
INDIE ROCKER, MUSICIAN au
Rigor Mortis by @readyplayerhobi
smut, angst, horror, fluff | one shot | 28.5K words
A night out at a bar results in you going home with a young and attractive police officer. But if you think the night was something to remember, that’s nothing compared to waking up to find a zombie outbreak in the city. A chance encounter with Officer Jeon leads to him helping you escape from the plague infested city.
POLICE OFFICER, ZOMBIE au
ROTTENFOLK by @junqkook
🍙, smut, fantasy | one shot (in dire need of a part two though!!!) | 13.5K words
a look was as hazardous as chemicals, a kiss as perilous as poison; his eyes and lips felt akin to a cure, but he was purely venom.
—part of BTS Smut Club’s The Heatwave Project
FAIRIE, ROYALTY au
roulette. by @taesthetes
light fluff, angst | one shot | 1.2K words
noun : a gambling game of chance.
he loves me, click, he loves me not, bang.
ASSASSIN, MAFIA au
Ruin the Dress... Shirt by @fortunexkookie
smut, fluff | one shot | 4.8K words
What could possibly go wrong during a romantic Valentine’s Day dinner with your brand new boyfriend? Let’s be honest, you shouldn’t have even asked.
NEW RELATIONSHIP au
Scum’s Wish by @bobagukk
angst, smut | one shot | 4.8K words
Secret Slut by @jeonsweetpea
🍙, smut | two shots
Jungkook accidentally gifts you, his boss, a sex toy for Secret Santa.
ASSISTANT, CEO au
skype sex by @floralseokjin
smut, fluff | one shot | 2.9K words
—part of the first love, last love drabble series
CYBER SEX au
Somnolent by @forgottenpasta
fluff | one shot | 3.5K words
After spending one night in bed with you, Jeongguk finds out he is unable to sleep unless you’re sleeping with him.
ROOMMATE au
Sprout by @hugseoks
fluff, crack | one shot | 1.2K words
After a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.
DAD, HUSBAND au
stand-in by @gvksp4ce
angst, smut, fluff | one shot | 10K words
frat parties always suck to a certain degree, especially when you walk in on your best friend’s partner nailing your own boyfriend on said buddy’s bed. However, drowning in self-pity was not on Jeon’s watch.
COLLEGE, FAKE DATING, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au
strawberry lips by @personasintro
fluff | drabble | 2.8K words
it’s not your fault your professor is extremely young and oh, so hot
PROFESSOR au
Summer Solstice by @brokenspinez
smut | one shot | 6K words
Down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. You figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. But one fateful night, your prayers are answered. Are you willing to pay the price? The sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….
GOD au
Tangsuyuk Love by @full-of-jams
fluff, smut | one shot | 11.5K words
College student Jungkook flirts with a customer who always orders take-out tangsuyuk at his part-time job. Meanwhile he’s miserably trying not to fail his Math class, while hiding his ever-growing crush on you.
COLLEGE, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au
tell me no lies by @jeongi
angst, smut, minimal fluff | one shot | 15.1K words
You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.
—part of BTS Smut Club's Under Fire Summer Project
CEO, CRIMINAL, ROBBERS au
the beast hidden inside by @harvcore
smut | one shot | 1.5K words
never come home smelling like another man, especially when it’s mating season.
or 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬…
ALPHA au
the best part of me is you by @yourdelights
fluff, smut, angst | one shot | 9K words
Having been best friends since childhood, you’re an expert in all things Jungkook. You know everything about him, from how he took his coffee to the sound of his laugh after a successful prank. There was no part of him that you didn’t know like the back of your hand, or so you thought. Your view on things gets a bit skewed after discovering the one secret Jungkook had kept from you: he’s a camboy.
BEST FRIEND, CAM BOY au
the coffee shop contract by @gukyi
fluff | one shot | 18K words
apparently, having an instagram profile with a different girl in every picture is reason enough for your friends to strike up a deal where they’ll pay you to have a relationship. well, jeon jungkook’s no good at relationships, but a fake relationship isn’t a real relationship. is it?
COLLEGE, FAKE DATING au
the engagement by @virgoknj
angst | drabble | 3.4K words
in where your ex jungkook appears at your engagement party
EXES au
the jeon twins by @krreader
fluff, angst | one shot | 3.2K words
jk thought he was doing this for his twin’s good. falling in love with you while pretending to be kookie was never something he planned on doing and he hated himself for it.
COLLEGE, TWINS au
The Jorts by @gukslut
fluff, smut | one shot | 6.5K words
ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP au
the sea & the storm by @jamaisjoons
angst, fluff, smut | one shot | 20K words
the sea is a powerful mistress. she is calm and beautiful. she is mysterious and alluring. she is a force to be reckoned with. above all, however, she is lonely. until she meets him.
—part of the Fantastical Stories for Curious Souls collaboration
SEA SPIRIT au
the train of lost souls by @inktae
angst, fantasy, fluff | one shot | 13.6K words
The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.
You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.
Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.
You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.
The choice is solely yours.
The Truth About Forever by @thedefinitionofbts
romance, implied smut, angst | one shot | 6.3K words
There are a lot of things you know. You knew the water in the lake was the clearest, most fresh tasting in the world and that lavender hyacinth graced every hillside, peeking through patches of wild grass and forest green shrubbery. You knew the weather was pleasant enough and the air clean enough even for someone with a body as weak as yours to sleep peacefully under clear moonlit nights. You know a lot of things, but there was one thing you didn’t know…
“Jungkook and Y/N forever…” Seokjin reads the little inscription on the corner. “Hey, this person even has the same name as you, how weird.”
SLICE OF LIFE au
the universe of us. by @taesthetes
🍙, fluff, angst, fantasy | one shot | 21.1K words
nefelibata : (noun) lit. “cloud-walker”; the one who lives in the clouds of their own imagination or dreams
The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.
So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.
And you are Icarus.
DREAM, SLICE OF LIFE au
The Virgin Volume by @kpopfanfictrash
smut, angst | two shots
The year? Some point after college. The occasion? Namjoon is getting married and the Rich Man’s Crochet Club has convened once again. Somewhere between the drinks and the laughter, everyone has the same realization: Jungkook has never been in a serious relationship. In the name of all that is holy (Overwatch and booze), the club’s mission is revived. Now though, their goal is much more perilous. Now, they aim to find Jeon Jungkook a girlfriend.
—part of The Rich Man’s Crochet Club series
COLLEGE, FRIENDS O LOVERS, VIRGIN au
the wedding planners by @gukyi
fluff, light smut, light angst | one shot | 28K words
jeon jungkook is three things: cocky, terrible, and your worst enemy. then your best friend hoseok gets engaged to the love of his life, and suddenly jeon jungkook is four things: cocky, terrible, your worst enemy, and the man you will be spending the next seven months with in order to plan your best friend’s wedding.
and then, as if your life couldn’t get any shittier, you make the poor decision of sleeping with him on the first day of the job.
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, WEDDING au
through the night by @nightbts
ON-GOING | 🍙, fluff, angst | series
IDOL au
Travel Diary by @nitaescence
fluff | one shot | 2.5K words
BOYFRIEND, VLOGGER au
way down in bed stuy by @minstrivia
smut, light angst | one shot | 5K+ words
as a final farewell you fuck your sister’s unbelievably attractive knave boyfriend that you definitely do not have feelings for…again.
CHEATING au
Welcome to the Underworld (AO3 Link) by @spookitokki
fluff, smut, fantasy | one shot | 9.6K words
In a dark little second-hand shop downtown, stuffed in an alleyway you only stumbled into because you were lost, you found a charming antique radio. When you turned it on, it began to play what would become your favorite radio show, “Welcome to the Underworld”
DEMON, RADIO SHOW HOST au
youngblood by @jinitude
smut | one shot | 14.6K words
“I don’t care if he’s got the potential to be the next big thing. I’m done trying to chase a story that doesn’t exist. The kid is a wet leaf left on the curb to dry and crumble into pieces the next day. You’re going to send me to five of his concerts and I can already tell you how each one is going to go. He’s a wannabe bad boy who jizzes his pants when he sees a girl looking at him. Assign me someone else.”
ENEMIES TO LOVERS, JOURNALIST, ROCK STAR au
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Phic Phight - Abyssal’s Maw
For: @gamma-radio-dp @echoghost1 @cleanlenins
There’s more to the after life than just ghosts and that more might just be drastically more threatening
To say everyone was staying firmly inside as of late would be something of an understatement. The deserted streets and empty rooftops only made people more on edge. Including Danny, especially considering people didn’t even ‘hide’ like this when sentient ghost god tornadoes were going on a rampage.
The hushed whisper on street was the person or whatever was a skin suit for a demon or one of those nightmare ‘be not afraid’ angels come to ‘cleanse’ the town or like a pissed off reaper or something. It was firmly a ‘what’ an ‘It’ not a ‘who’. Danny wasn’t exactly… sold on that. When was anything in Amity not ghosts?
The other word on the street was that apparently the town had collectively agreed they’d rather deal with ghosts over this unknown whatever. Danny could understand that, the known was almost always preferred over the unknown. And sure, whoever had apparently done jack fuck all to have actually warranted all this avoidance; but that apparently didn’t mean a whole lot. And Danny had about as much knowledge as everyone else, it’s was a gender uncertain someone wearing puffy baggy pants, almost formal-looking dress shirt, and glowing blue eyes; the glow was apparently all wrong from what he’s heard though. Oh, and apparently Its shadow moved; like, wiggled. Which yeah, pretty weird but not really something that would actually be out of the norm for a ghost. The whatever looking just like a human otherwise was honestly weirder; not a common ability amongst the dead.
Danny decides to finally man up his ghost king ass and check. It was kinda his job after all. The area where they/It is is expectedly dead (ha) and poking his invisible ghostly head over the edge of a building and watching. He gets what everyone means almost immediately: glowing eyes? Check. Moving shadow? Definitely a check. Doesn’t feel like a ghost and also doesn’t set off his ghost sense? Also a check, which is concerning.
So not a ghost.
Definitely not a ghost.
How should he handle this? He knows what to do with ghosts but not this whatever. Which is exactly the same problem the rest of the town was having with the whatever. Well he wasn’t exactly weak, so he shouldn’t really be concerned but the whatever was giving him a serious case of the chills over here. It was creepy and unsettling, and he doesn’t know why. Oh whatever, just man up self and talk to the whatever.
Nodding to himself and floating down slowly; staring somewhat intensely the entire time. The… person quirking a sharp orange eyebrow in his general direction. Could they/It see or sense him?
Apparently, yes.
“Hello?”, their/Its voice is soft and almost melodic but there’s no emotion behind it. Also doesn’t help determine if the whatever is a boy or girl or even has a gender. Not that he’s one to be, like, bothered by that but it was hard not to be curious.
Swallowing, “um yeah, hi?”, he’s choosing to stay invisible for now.
“You know, typically, when someone uses ‘hello’ as a form of a question it is implied they wish to know what it is you are up to”.
“Ah well”, Danny puts his hands on his hips and tries to sound less unsure of himself, shit was creepy alright, “you’re in my town. So you should be answering my questions, not the other way around”.
“Ah yes, interrogating someone while invisible to traditional sight, impressive plan you got there”, the sarcasm can be physically felt.
But Danny can deal with sarcasm, that is perfectly not weird to him. “Yeah well you’re, something about is seriously not right and a potential threat not knowing what I look like is a good idea”.
“But I know what you look like”, and It smirks.
Danny scowls and pops into visibility, hands on his hips. “So what are you doing here and what are you?”.
“Now that’s just rude”. Danny scowls more and blatantly doesn’t apologise. Making whatever roll their glowing eyes, up close he can tell the glow is kind of twinkling and powdery looking, “if you must know, which I guess ghosts are the territorial type, even if by only half-”. Danny has serious questions how this thing even knows that. Ghosts knowing makes sense, but this thing? No. “-someone skipped paying their dues and I aim to collect”.
Danny has no fucking clue what that means. If this whatever was a human than he’d think it was some kinda gang shit, but that’s clearly not the case here. “Collect how”. That wasn’t so much a question as it was a threat.
“Oh, touchy. But again, if you must know, though in a way you should already know, little king-”. Again how the fuck does this thing know that. “-there are certain levels to existence. An order, if you will. And someone’s stuck around this one when they owe some time elsewhere”.
“So you’re a reaper”. That would one hundred percent explain them/It giving him the creeps.
But they/It screw up their/Its face and laughs; it’s the kind of laugh with an unpleasant rumble, almost sounding cruel. “No. Though we share some similarities. I’m a ViralHelm, boy. Genuine Article ViralHelm’s stand as gods and watchers of the universe and universal law. But I am nothing so contrite-”. It said that bit like it was some kind of insult. “-rather I’m a corporeal predatory ViralHelm, and someone’s got some debts to pay in purgatory”.
Danny blinks, “I thought the Infinite Realm was that”.
The ViralHelm stares at him, “how did you even think that, child. Do you truly know that little of your self or the realm you are clearly ruling?”, It seems almost offended.
Danny glares, “hey now, I know more about that than my human shit. How can you even tell that anyway?”; this conversation is actually going mildly good so fine, maybe he’s letting his guard down some.
“That is pathetic”.
Danny glares more, “public school be like that”.
The creature shakes Its head disappointedly, even closing Its eyes, “I am once again grateful to have gotten out of the whole being human problem. Pathetic. Truly”, looking back to Danny, “your Infinite Realm is an afterlife, purgatory is a place of the abyss. An eternity trapped in a place and time. Think jail but for souls. Pay your dues and from there you may move on to an afterlife”, shrugging faintly, “or reincarnate, if that is what’s earned”. Danny’s just staring, having a mild crisis, apparently other afterlives and an actual purgatory were a thing. The ViralHelm stares at him before pinching the bridge of Its nose and shaking Its head, “unbelievable. To be shocked by such a thing”, sighing faintly, “I am known as Jay Silver, and for the record, I was once human, so calm down”.
Danny blinks at that, “wait, really?”; sweet! If this person was a human then they/It probably doesn’t hate them! Maybe. Hopefully.
Jay rolls Its eyes, “yes, really”.
“… how?”.
Jay actually laughs at him a little, “let’s simply say, if you do not fear death when it comes to greet you, then it may bless you instead of take you”, smirking, “and this is much better than whatever purgatory would have offered, if I say so myself”.
Danny blinks, “sooooo… one of these ViralHelms came for you and you just… weren’t scared? That is a terrible get out of jail free card”.
Jay gestures around limply, “oh I believe these townsfolk would say otherwise. Even you avoided me for a time, child”, glancing around, “these people, and this place, too in touch with the otherworldly it seems-”. Danny’s going to guess that that is the only reason everyone could tell something was seriously fucking off with this creature. “- But fear is quite justified-“, and grins in a way that is actively threatening and makes Danny float back a bit on instinct, “-after all, the highest praise I can give to mortals or the dead is that they are quite tasty”.
Danny blanches, “you eat people”.
“One or two”, grinning, “I am very much not fond of those who are unduly cruel to children. Just a quick snap”, clacking Its teeth, “and off goes the head”.
Danny has no fucking clue what to say to that, other than, “well, uh, don’t do that. Here”. At least he managed to hold his ground here, fucking Ancients.
“Hmpf. Well you’re certainly no fun”, shrugging loosely, “but oh well. Besides-”, gesturing a hand at him, half pointing, “-you’re interesting enough to make up for it. Curious. How your body functions”.
Danny makes a show of ‘covering himself up’ to try and make a joke and make this less weird. Jay laughs lightly at least, it’s kind of mean though. Its hand, that’s still vaguely pointed at him, spontaneously sprouting black quills, fingers lengthening and coming to black points; and damn near snapping closed around his face if he hadn’t jerked back is very much threatening. Him scowling, “I’m a fighter you know”.
“I’ve heard”.
“Well, I haven’t heard of you”.
It still hasn’t dropped Its weird demonic-looking hand from the air. “That’s not a matter. Even less so as everyone here isn’t quite so unawares as the vast majority of their species”. Apparently, Its decided that It doesn’t give a damn that It’s in broad daylight in the middle of a street, and the thing begins to change. Bare feet -when was It not wearing shoes???- becoming wolf paw-like with fine quills instead of fur and longer and with extra joints in places people just don’t have joints. Shirt and pants shifting to quills and longer thicker ones sticking up off Its back. A long boney tail unfurling, the end tipped in quills like an arrowhead. Its shadow actually physically moving off the ground towards Its face, taking the shape of a white crocodile skull with large black antlers; the blue glow of Its eyes showing through the eye sockets. Its voice is far more of a gravely rumble now, “fa̕ct̶ ͡a̷nd͡ fic̨tio̢n.̛ ҉Knơw͟l̷e҉dge a͜n͠d igno͟r҉a̵n̕c͝e͜.̀ Th͡ey͏ ҉matt̵er ̛l͠i͟t͞t͞l̕e͡ ͏i̷ņ p͜la͝c͏e̴s̷ ͡ļikè th͡e̛se,̵ ch͘i͘ld͡”. And opens Its jaw at him.
Danny wisely backs the fuck up. Which makes It laugh like a bagpipe, “s҉ee̷. ͠F̛éar. ̶Ǹo̸w. Th͟at ͠ma̧y͘o̧r o͟f y̧ou̴ŕs̵,͝ h̕e͏ ͜w̶ilļ ̛ha̵ve̕ t҉ím̕e ͏t͏o͠ ̨se͡e ̧m̷e͡”. And Danny realises this thing is after freaking Vlad. What? Why! The thing steps Its paw forward, bones and joints creaking and popping; making Danny jerk out of Its way.
Following after a beat, “why”, it’s a demand, not a question.
“Y͞ou͝ a͢sk҉ ͢mu͏ćh̡;̀ ́th͏o̷u͜gh̷ ҉far ̢be ҉i͘t̛ ͘f҉or̕ me̵ ̶to ́di̷s̴co͡u̢r͟a̵ge t̶he ̴c̸u͢r̨i͟o͏sit̡ies ̕of t̶he ̶y̸o̢uth̀.̨ ̕Hi͝s ̧slot in ̵pur͠g̢a̡to͢r͜y͞ w̶as reser͞ved ̛i͢ǹ m̕an̴y ͞y͏e̴ar̷s p̸a͟st̷”.
“What?!? Do you mean, like, when he got ecto-acne?”; that’s really the only thing it could be.
“S̢u̸re͝”.
“Well portal accidents aren’t natural and he’s like me so he’s off-limits!”. Was Danny going to save Vlad’s hide here? Yes. Of course. Not that the nut case would appreciate it.
It laughs, and that bellows, “yo̕u ͘have ̷fi̡n̨ally ̀pro͢vided̢ me ́wi̢th ͝n҉e͏w ìn͜f͜or̷m̧at҉ion̷ t͞h͘at yo͢ur ҉b͘o̷d̡y had͟n’҉t ̸álre̢a̡dy ͟p͞ro͘vided”, It still keeps walking though. Danny trying to grab at It to stop It but only phasing through Its body, apparently It was as good at intangibility as any ghost worth their ectoplasm was, does make It pause and look at him again though, “y̕o͠u͢”, and steam plumes out of Its mouth, “ha̕v̢e som͘e ̷guts̕. A̛r͢e ͟òf so͘m͝e͠ wort̷h͠,̧ bęy͝o̵n̴d͞ ̷the̛ w͏or͞t̷h of a k͏i͟ng͜,҉ I͝ ̢s̨u̴p̀p̶ośe͠.̸ Yo̵u̧ ͏a̕re ͜t͢he pr̕ote͘ct͝i͞v͟e ͝týpé, ̴yes”.
Danny nods jerkily.
“Ah.҉ ͏Ánd͞ ͜self͝le͏ssly ͘t͝oo.͢ ͡An… ͠u͜n͟cǫm̨mon trait́ am̡o͘ng̴s͡t ͏you̵r̨ ̸ki͜nds. B҉o͏th̀ o̴f t̷h̴e͠m͘.̕ Re͡l̢ax. ̢I’v҉e̢ al͝re̷ad̨y ́s͡aid̨ I ́w͏o͞ùld̢n͡’̀t ͠re͏li̴ev̷e a̷ņyone ̨ơf̡ ̧t̸h̀eir ͞he͡ad. B̶ęs̡iḑes. ́Ìf ͞y̛o̴ùr w̵ords s͘t͞and t҉rue t͢ha͞n ̷he’s ̧f͞a̶r m͡o҉r҉e ín͞te͜resting l͘e̶f̢t ̸t̸o ̴b͠e than a̡ny r̨ewa̕rd͜”; and It swishes Its tail faintly before walking forwards again.
Danny watching It walk up the side of a building like It altered gravity for a second before zipping after, “‘reward’? What ‘reward’?”. Who the fuck from purgatory, or whatever, paid this thing off? Also, he doesn’t believe this thing… Jay, wasn’t going to at least hurt Vlad, not for a second.
“T̕h͢e s͏am͏e ̛aş ͜wh̸a҉t̢ mort̴àl ̸g̕o̧ve̡r͟nḿents͘ ͡do͟. ҉A ͟boun͡t͝y̢ ͠on a̢ he͡a̛d”, it feels like It’s grinning, “if̸ ̸you͟ ̵w̛an͟t͢ ͠i̧ns̨ưr͏an͢ce̷, ͟o͏f̸ ́sor͢t̢s̀, th́én͘ m̨éet ͡my req̷ues̷t ̸o̴f c̸h̢e҉r͟r͜i̧e͢s̷”.
“Cherries?”. Danny is legitimately dumbfounded by that.
“D̶elići̸o̡us̡, ͜fre͏s̵h, ̛che͘r͜r͢ies͜.̕ A sma̕l͝l paym̷en͜t.̸ A ̷si͠mpl̵ę ̸o̴ne̛. ͞Y̵et͞ o͞n͡e al҉l͝ th̡e͜ s͡a̶me,̴ ҉a͏n͠d ͏mąy ͞yo̢u̸ be̡l̕iéve̡ ͝me m̸o͡r͟e͝”.
Danny nods once, then again more strongly, “yeah cherries. You’ll get cherries”. He can see, and hear, Its ribs wiggle/ripple and click in response to that.
The two still wind up outside of Vlad’s Amity mansion though, and glancing around during the trip showed people peeking out at them and shuddering. “You’re scaring everyone”.
“You sa҉y t̶ha͜t as̵ i͏f I ͘w̵o̧u̵l̀d͠ ̶be bo̧t͠her͢ed.́ Th͠ey a͝r̢e ҉far ̕mo̶re ̷op̶po̢s̨e̸d ̧to ͠danger̕ ̴t̴han̴ yo͢u”.
“Running at danger is kinda my thing”.
“T͡h͏át͝ i͞s ̶ver͏y͘ ́f̕o̴olísh͏ ̕of͞ yo̸u”; It’s not even actually scolding him, if anything the thing’s mocking him. It waltz’s/phases right through Vlad’s window.
Vlad pauses, holding a glass of whiskey, and shoots Danny some seriously concerned looks.
“Don’t look at me! You think I can stop It?”.
“You are the Ghost king, Daniel! I think you can!”.
“Yeah and It’s some kind of abyss deity!”.
“What!?!”.
In this time the ViralHelm creature had jump up onto the ceiling, watching the interaction with crossed legs; completely ignorant of the laws of gravity. Humming to Itself, “oh̨ y͜e͠ş. It woul͜dn͏’̧t ̕do͠ ҉t͘o ҉b̸re͟àk͢ ͝úp̵ ͜a ͜d̷yna͜m̛i͢c̢ ̸like ̢t̡hi͘s.͢ ̶N̛ot at ͝a͠l̛l̶”.
Danny glances up and sighs in relief. Jay speaking back up, “you͟ will̛ ̨st҉i͘ļl ͠ge̸t̨ ͡me͘ ch͠er̡r͠i͘e̴s,̛ ҉h͟a̸l̛f d͟e̴ad ͞chi͟l҉d͘”.
Vlad sticks out the hand/arm that isn’t holding his drink, “explain, Daniel”. Then jerks back towards the room's door when Jay snaps Its teeth in his direction.
Danny side-eyes Vlad, “uh, apparently purgatory has a hit out on you? But also apparently the hitman god thing can be paid off in cherries and being intrigued?”.
The thing jumps down from the ceiling, landing very loudly and scraping up the expensive carpeting, “consi̶de̵r it̢ ̷to̸ be per͟so͡n̷a̸l͞ ̧fu͢l͝f̴i͡l̨m̷ent͝”, leaning forward threateningly, “b͝ut ręme͝m̵b̕e͝r͞,́ ͝c͝u̸r͠i̛osiţiès̵ ̨d͟ry̛ up an̨d ́t͡h̨e͟ ̶n̛ot́h͘in̨g̶ ͢w̢ill a̧lw҉ays ͠e̸ventually g͝e̷t i͏t̶s͜ s͞omethįng͠”, and disappears like oil being smeared off of canvas.
Vlad blinks.
Danny blinks.
And Amity Park breathes a sigh of relief.
Danny absolutely makes sure to leave a little bowl of cherries OUTSIDE of Amity Park's town sign though. Just to be safe. It rots into a pile of mush as soon as he lets go and he decidedly chooses to ignore that… and absolutely decides against taking that bowl back home.
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Meanwhile, in a tower of clocks and gears, a purple cloaked ghost grins softly. Those two, while vital to everything no matter how time twisted, deserved a little bit of trouble every now and then. Plus, it was incredibly amusing.
A stag-like being shakes their head, Fauchard resting on their shoulders, “I’m surprised with you, time bearer, letting one of the Helmed ones near those two. Especially the one you favour”.
“Oh he can handle it. I’m sure”.
“I do not doubt that. But when next you wish to bring the abyss into your games, a heads up would be advised. You are as bound to the hands of the universe as all others”.
The cloaked ghost merely hums in response to that as their uninvited guest takes their leave.
End.
Prompts: Someone has arrived in Amity Park. They don't appear to be hostile, but even Amity Parkers are more inclined to trust ghosts than whatever the heck THAT is. and "You really don’t know a whole lot about your ghostly biology do you?” [insert character] said to Danny. “At this point, I’m pretty sure I know more about my ghost half than my human one,” Danny replied nonchalantly. “Why do you say that?” “I go to public school,” he replied with an attitude that this explained everything. It did. and Clockwork is tasked with keeping the timestream safe. But sometimes, safe isn't as interesting.
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*cracks knuckles*
Alright. I slept on it after coming home from work, so here’s some of my post Devilman thoughts:
- First off, I’m gonna be mourning that ending for a Looong time. There’s been a lot of story endings that hit me pretty hard (Midnight Mass comes to mind for recent ones I’ve seen) but this was something else entirely.
- I went into this story not exactly sure what to expect. I knew it got heavy at some point, but I’d so thoroughly managed to avoid any and all plot spoilers that I was indeed going into it all blind and I think that made it all the better? I thought it might just end up being some fighting manga focused on a fight between demons and such. To see it turn into such a serious and poignant anti war story was Not At All what I was expecting and yet, now I can’t really imagine any other way it could have gone.
- I ALSO was not expecting the more queer themes of the story to be brought up so blatantly?? Like I was fully expecting this to be a story where I read queer themes into it because I myself am queer. I was not at all expecting to be confronted so openly with Zenon calling out Satan for falling in love with Akira in such like...plain wording. I would have expected if that was brought up at all to have it be only in subtext or in more hidden wording but no they just flat out say it.
- On that same topic...it definitely could have been handled a bit better obviously. This was written in the 70′s, so I’m not surprised, and from what other folks have said I’ve been led to believe only the fan translation uses the outdated slur for Satan being intersex, but even in the official translation its said that his love for Akira comes from that aspect of his existence which is...obviously not that great of a way to word it or explain it. I have to assume some of this was a censor issue especially for its time period, but either way it’s definitely not without criticism.
- With that said tho, Ryokira/Satankira? real, I Will be crying over them for eternity.
- I am usually Really iffy when it comes to media that blatantly shows the death of children, but I think that the imagery of Tare’s death is gonna haunt me forever and that it was like...I don’t know how to properly word what it made me feel, but you can tell it was put there on purpose to Really drive home the horrors of the story that you’re watching unfold in the manga, and it Definitely has that intended affect.
- Panels That Are Going To Haunt Me Forever (sometime I’ll make separate posts on these):
- I will say, I think reading this manga Now with everything that’s currently going on in world politics made it hit all the more in its anti war narrative, and I think it’s going to stick with me more deeply because of that.
- There’s something I want to elaborate on in a separate post later, but I think there’s some interesting symbolism to be had with Ryo specifying his dad killed his bird in the beginning of the story and that it was a Canary specifically. That caught my eye immediately when I read it and it ended up being for good reason in hindsight.
- Once again, I’m deeply in love with narratives that incorporate Christian iconography, so lemme tell you I lost my entire shit when Satan’s true identity was revealed and holy Fuck the final battle being between a fallen angel and devilmen was just so fucking good for my specific tastes. Gonna chew on that imagery for awhile.
I’m sure there’s more I’ll want to elaborate on in the future, but this was the stuff that’s been rattling around my brain in the immediate twelve hours post finishing the manga. Overall, I loved it, I don’t think its perfect, but I definitely think it’s an important story especially for the time that it was written in and with its cultural context in mind.
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If She was an Angel, He was a Demon (Ch. 2)
Pairing: Suna Rintarou x reader (University AU)
Word Count: 1493
Warnings: Cursing
[A/N: A little slow during this chapter, I’m dragging out their relationship, and I have some future plans involving Samu later. *insert an evil smirk here* Anyway. Hope you enjoy! You can find Chapter one in the masterlist!]
Enjoy!
Chapter 2
Deep down, she had known it was Suna. She just had to make sure. Of course he found her. There was at least fifty people at this party, and he somehow managed to spot her in the crowd.
“I showed up because my friend wanted me to come.”
“You sure it’s not because you saw me earlier and wanted to see me one more time?”
The smirk that he wore pissed her off to no end. How dare he assume she would show up to a party purely for the chance to see him? Self-centered asshole.
“Yeah, I’m sure I didn’t,” Y/N kept up the cold demeanor, but couldn’t help but notice that he was nearly pressed up against her back to look at her face. She was blushing but knew it would be too dark for him to see that.
“Aw don’t be like that doll. I think we could really have a good time if you would just open up a bit. Or maybe you don’t want to because you have someone else? Kita maybe?”
“I’m not dating Kita, and even if I was it wouldn’t be any of your business Suna,” she turned around to face him, tilting her head up a bit to look at him.
“Alright, alright. No need to get so feisty with me doll.”
“I’m only being feisty because you’re always hitting on me like I’m supposed to fall head over heels for you.”
“Well, I can’t say I would be upset if you did trip over those little heels you got on, straight into my bed tonight.”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s more like it doll.”
“Alright I’m out of here.”
Y/N turned again in search of RM/N so that she could let her know that she was leaving. However, when she turned around Atsumu and her friend were no where to be seen. She sighed angrily, unsure of what to do now. She didn’t want to leave incase RM/N was still here, but she also didn’t want to be stuck dealing with Suna. So she just walked away from him, there wasn’t any need to think it over in front of him. It would just give him more of a chance to antagonize her anyway.
As she walked towards the kitchen area in the house, she finally saw another familiar face. It was the other twin she met earlier, Osamu. She could at least go talk to him and see if he had seen Atsumu and her roommate.
“Osamu! It’s me Kita’s friend from earlier. I have a quick question,” she called out, waving her arm a bit to grab his attention. She walked over to stand in front of him, and he pushed himself off of the wall that he was currently leaning on.
“Oh, Y/N right? I didn’t know you’d be here. What’s up?”
“I was wondering if you had seen Atsumu and a girl running around here. He was with my roommate but now they’ve disappeared somewhere, and I wanna leave.”
“No, I haven’t seen them. I saw them talking earlier though. Atsumu probably took her to his room or something.”
“Damn it, I just wanna go to bed. Its been a long night,” Y/N laughed just a little bit, but the night had definitely not gone how she had wanted it to go. The only thing she could think about was making it into a bed and falling asleep. Most of the alcohol she had drank was wearing off, and now all she had was a headache.
“Hm, well if you want you can crash in my room. My roommate is probably gonna run off with some chick tonight, so,” Osamu offered, shrugging his shoulders a little.
Y/N really considered it. She was tired and she was sure that RM/N was still with Atsumu and probably would be for the rest of the night. She could just send her a text and then run off to bed.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Come on I’ll show you where my room is.”
Osamu started walking up a set of stairs, and Y/N followed him quietly. Upstairs the music and talking couldn’t even be heard. She felt a wave of tiredness rush over her bones as she walked into the dark room. Osamu clicked on the lights and turned towards her.
“Alright, there’s my bed. My charger is by the wall, and I have some t-shirts and stuff in the closet. I’ll probably sneak up here to fall asleep in the floor later, sorry if I wake you up. If you need anything you know where to find me”
Y/N nodded gratefully. She was surprised that he was so kind. Osamu reminded her a bit of Kita, but possibly a bit more outgoing. He at least showed some more expressions.
She walked over to the sink grabbing one of the towels and taking off her makeup. It felt nice to finally be able to relax a bit. The tension that she had in her shoulders was slowly alleviating itself. She splashed some water on her face and looked in the mirror. She looked exhausted, bags underneath her eyes. Her eyes and cheeks had both turned bright red. The headache wasn’t going away, but she probably just need some water to get that to go away.
As she was standing by the sink, she grabbed her phone to send RM/N a quick text message to let her know where she was. She didn’t want her to think that she ditched her. Even though it was obviously the other way around right now. She turned her head a little when the door opened, thinking it was just Osamu. She let out a loud groan when Suna walked through the door.
“You’re kidding me right now.”
“Doll? I didn’t realize that you were going to take my advice and fall into my bedroom.” He wore that stupid smirk again. It was lazy, and his eyes crinkled a little bit. His demeanor gave off this indifference, but if someone looked hard enough, which Y/N did, you would be able to find the surprise that lingered there. It pissed her off that he carried himself in such a lazy way. Every time she had seen him, he had that lazy demeanor. One that said that he couldn’t care about what was currently going on.
“Osamu said I could sleep in his bed tonight since I can’t find my roommate. She ran off with Atsumu. It has nothing to do with you,” she snapped a little, going to the closet that Osamu pointed at earlier. She looked inside, blatantly ignoring the boy who was still standing in the middle of the room. She pulled out a random t-shirt then looked at him. “I’m going to change so if you could make yourself useful and leave that would be great.”
“This is my room you know.”
“Suna.”
“Fine, fine. I’m turning around!”
Y/N watched as he turned around, and when she felt comfortable that he wasn’t going to peak she turned her back towards him and started changing into the large t-shirt. She sighed in relief as she took off the clothes that were a bit too tight to be comfortable, and the heels that had straps digging into her ankles.
“Alright I’m done. Goodnight,” she finally said, climbing into Osamu’s bed and getting under the covers. She rolled onto her side so she couldn’t see the other boy. She wanted him to believe that her heart wasn’t pounding in her chest at the sound of him moving around the room and getting ready for bed. She didn’t even know why it was happening. She hated him already. She didn’t want to have anything to do with him, and she was so mad that he was making her so nervous. She chalked it up to the fact that she hadn’t been around in a while, and she was drunk.
“You sure you don’t want any water? Your face looks red and I’m sure you’ve got a raging headache.”
He was right, she did want water. She was pissed that he was right. She cleared her throat and glanced at him as he was pulling two water bottles out of the fridge even though she had yet to respond. Why was he taking the time now to be nice? He had literally been an asshole every other time he had spoken to her. It was obvious to her that he was the type of boy you should stay away from. The boy that would just break your heart and leave you crying over him for weeks after he had finished using you for what he wanted.
“Thank you,” she mumbled, taking the water from his outstretched hand and drinking some of it before falling back down onto her side. She closed her eyes and within a few minutes sleep finally fell over her.
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hi! is their any good lore or (more likely) what's your preferred headcanon on the metaphysics of demons? what actually *are* they, that is different from human souls they're made from, yet allows them to basically have human-like personalities in some cases (and be completely rabidly evil in others)?
Honestly the last few years have left me at “people be like that” and how hard is it anyway to convince someone who was already an asshole who got sent to hell that they’d suffer less if they inflicted pain back, and leaning into that will get you sick supernatural powers to do more evil with, and before you know it all these incel weirdoes who had an unhealthy murder-suicide pact in their head with the barista who had never even talked to them except to take their order and give them the side-eye when they stared too long, are in a weird one upmanship culture with each other about who can eat the most babies or whatever Hell’s current Evil Fad is in order to be the Most Alpha Bad Demon.
Which makes it a pretty chilling commentary before it was even fully in the epoch for pop culture commentary, on how society and herd mentality are warping people into terrible monsters, and many of those people are people who maybe would have been sympathetic and vulnerable and probably bullied and insecure a long time ago, but instead of being helped they’re put into this mill that twists them and feeds their insecurities and tells them who’s to blame for them and gives them a new sense of purpose and a club to belong to that for the first time they feel powerful and accepted and need an autocratic ruler to worship and follow and the only condition is to mete out pain? These people who’ve been filled with pain all their lives and would like nothing more than to lash out against everyone they perceive has hurt them?
I think the show has actually got into this a bit from the start with the Psychic Children stuff, and how Yellow Eyes was following them around bothering them and making their lives horrible in order to twist them or at least make them feel outside and alone and different. Like, after the Mary incident and seeing how John took up arms, he didn’t have to do SHIT with Sam until he was an adult, but some of the kids had had him whispering to them since childhood, probably because they were living too stable middle class comfortable lives and needed a push. Max for example didn’t have any known contact from Yellow Eyes though because he also grew up in an abusive home, and the people around him did all the work to turn him into a killer as soon as he had special powers to pay it back to those who hurt him.
A lot of the season 1-4 messaging was very much how Sam and Dean were good men because they had been put through this or sent to hell and how they struggled against what they thought might be their nature either from basically birth for Sam or the abuse Dean was put through (Dream a Little Dream very clearly showing how Dean could be someone who was ripe for demonisation just from his upbringing even before the torture because he had these things which could be twisted to make him evil if someone was going to manipulate him)... Sam’s side was all based on magic bullshit and he turned out to be mostly good all the way through even when he was being very very bad, but Dean’s struggles always were framed through this. Like the season 7 episode with Jeffrey, who was very strongly paralleled with Dean and put attention back on him having been a torturer in hell long after the main narrative had moved on from Dean’s trauma. But even when Dean did get demonised through magic bullshit it still was more based in his character than the way Sam struggled through knowing he should be a good guy and wanting to be a good guy and just always finding more magic bullshit in the way when he tried.
So I think you can say this is sort of the reasoning the show’s always given for how demons end up like that... Like, Ruby being a witch with a demon pact before she died meant she was very in control of herself and probably needed no torture whatsoever to pop back up as a demon because she was already willing to do these horrible things. Likewise idk if it was confirmed Rowena was a demon or just a dead soul in Hell who was too scary to fuck with, but either way she was allowed to just waltz onto the throne without any real process of suffering because she was so well suited to it from her life, even if her death was a heroic sacrifice and she had become a better person in life, she was still a blatantly hellbound soul and then once there blatantly a step above MOST souls Hell would ever be lucky to get their hands on. Dean on the other hand was someone who would resist at every step and have to be seriously broken by prolonged torture to ever even start him on the path. Rowena might not even NOTICE the day she slips from human soul to demon :P
I think back in season 10/11 there was more of an effort to suggest cosmic nonsense and the balance of hell to heaven and demons to angels and amara to chuck, giving Amara similar looking powers to demons with black smoke especially, and of course Dean and Cain being demonised as just an inherent part of their souls being in contact with her. No one ever laid down any ground rules about this but I suppose the magical process has to be at least somewhat borne out since Lucifer had the Mark at one point when he started making demons, so probably the Darkness has its spooky fingers in the mechanics of all this somewhere. But the psychological aspect is far more interesting to me. :D
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Affection w/ Giyuu, Sanemi and Tanjiro
Request: Did anyone say demon slayer???? How would Sanemi, Giyuu, annd Tanjiro show affection?
Fluffy stuff because I’m dying here. I don’t know how the bnha fandom is alive right now like legit plus only anime fans, how is it to be living in pure bliss? God I saw the spoilers at 8 am and started bawling no cap. Horikoshi is gonna be the death of me. 💖💖💖
rules
masterlist
warnings: fluff
Giyuu Tomioka
-Really he’s the Shoto of this universe if I’m being honest and you already know I’ll be simping hard over this man.
-He’s really closed off and distant, you two must have known each other for a long time in order for any romantic relationship to flourish.
-You know that he is shy and awkward but that’s what you truly love about him, it’s the gentle and kind nature in a world full of death and despair.
-He has lost everything time and time again, so having a partner is a huge step to overcome his trauma.
-I believe he has abandonment issues so once you are his he won’t really want to let you go.
-He may not show it that much in public but he worries about you.
-He worries a lot.
-During hashira meetings *since you’re both hashiras* he always sits next to you no matter what.
-The seat is reserved.
-One time Shinobu sat next to you to fuck with him and he straight up grapped her by the shoulders, raised her Simba style and set her down a little further, taking his seat like nothing happened.
-The other hashiras , mainly Uzui and Kyojuro, at first didn’t believe that you two were together.
-Even before you became a thing, you two could always be found together sitting in silence under a tree or training.
-So they were stunned when Gyuu blatantly said that you were in fact his significant other.
-In all honesty they couldn’t understand how he pulled you.
-He secretly links your pinkies whenever he feels the need to.
-Rarely, very rarely, he will hold your hand.
-Most of the time it’s on your way back to the estate, when you’re going on and on about your day and you’re not paying attention to your surroundings.
-Giyuu will slowly slip his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers and silently guiding you forward, careful to not let you bump into anything.
-Sanemi witnessed that himself once and he never let it go.
-He just stared at your linked hands all mesmerized contemplating whether not he should mock Giyuu, but then he saw how his eyes twinkled and that dumb little smile on his face and he decided to ignore it….for now.
-He did bring it up later when the two male hashiras were alone.
-Kisses are off the table and you are okay with that.
-You are satisfied with just feeling him close to you.
-He does though repay you tenfold while you two are alone.
-At first again he was reserved, never initiating anything himself but after a while he became clingy in private.
-He always needs to have a hand on you or just a part of him touching you.
-He needs to feel you next to him, feel your body heat which means that you’re here, that you’re with him and that you’re okay, that you’re alive.
-It’s a habit he got after Sabito’s and his sisters’ death.
-You are the only person in the world who is there for him, he just needs the reassurance.
-Cuddly at night.
-Loves being both the small and the big spoon, he has no preference.
-His personal favorite is a position where he can feel your heartbeat.
-Baby, I love him.
Sanemi Shinazugawa
-Tsundere through and through.
-He reminds me a lot of Bakugou but with a less insult driven personality.
-At least towards you.
-He’s ruthless with the rest of the lot because he doesn’t give a shit.
-Just like Giyuu he always sits next to you, there will be no debate about that.
-The rest will not argue because you always keep him in check and you are the only one who can truly calm him down a bit.
-Your voice alone soothes him.
-He feels at peace when you talk to him.
- “It’s like an angel is talking.”
-No signs of affection in public, like none at all.
-He gets flustered when others see him being vulnerable with someone.
-Although they know that you two are together and that he is sweet with you since well you are staying with his ass, he can’t really get his brain to work properly when he is around others.
-Might grab your hand or place his palm at the small of your back when things are getting a little hectic and he sees you becoming fidgety.
-He knows that you too have your moments when you need reassurance about what you are doing and he will be there to provide you with said reassurance no matter where you two are.
-He doesn’t like it when you go out on missions without him.
-It’s not that he doesn’t trust your abilities or believes that you are weak, he’s just worried.
-Worried that the past will repeat himself.
-So most likely he’s with you on missions *since you too get worried when he leaves*.
-Since it's just the two of you he goes all out.
-He will wrap his arm around your shoulders and let you nuzzle your nose against his neck while he will either give you a few kisses or start talking about something random.
-He likes temple kisses a lot.
-They just come so naturally to him.
-He is ready to leave the estate for a mission? Temple kiss.
-He woke up first and is going to make breakfast? Temple kiss.
-He passes by you inside the estate? Temple kiss.
-His answer to almost everything when it comes to you is a temple kiss.
-He prefers having you on his chest while you sleep.
-That way he can wrap his arms around you while you nestle into his chest, the warmth of your body bringing a feeling of domesticity, of normality.
-For a few moments he isn’t the wind hashira, a fearsome demon slayer, he is just a man with the person he loves basking in her warmth.
-So wholesome god I didn’t expect that.
-Kyaaaa.
Tanjiro Kamado
-He is the most affectionate of the bunch.
-His brotherly instincts kick in with you and he becomes overprotective lol.
-Its weird because then your mind goes elsewhere and you can’t look at him in the eye for the next 14 business days.
-Anyways.
-He doesn’t hesitate to grasp your hand wherever you go.
-He has no shame in that and moreover he loves seeing you blush or get flustered.
-The way you hide your face in his chest makes him feel warm inside.
-Unlike Giyuu or Sanemi he will kiss you in public and will be more affectionate than those two.
-When I say kiss I don’t mean making out in front of everyone, just a small peck on the lips or on the forehead while he passes by you.
-Oh forehead kisses.
-His father used to give his mother forehead kisses all the time and became a very domesticated action in his mind.
-It’s his way to wordlessly tell you that he loves you.
-We don’t doubt you honey, we can see it in your eyes.
-While on mission he prefers to be close to you, so he can deflect anything you don’t notice and maybe push you behind him because he likes feeling like a hero.
-Once you tell him though that you feel like he’s undermining your abilities as a slayer by pushing you behind him, he stops.
-You will allow it every once in a while but it's a rare occasion.
-He asks you if you can place your futon next to his during the night.
-He’s all blushy and cute not meeting your gaze while he’s scratching his neck.
-Baby gets shy awww.
-During the night he will pull you to his chest, it's just something that he does subconsciously.
-He later apologizes for being so indecent and forcing you to cuddle him during the night.
-We stan a considerate king.
-He loves it when you kiss him out of the blue.
-When you just wrap your arms around his waist, bringing him back into you and lean up to kiss his cheek before skipping away like nothing happened.
-Baby will just be standing there with a face as red as a tomato, with Zenitsu screeching at the top of his lungs because he is jealous.
-Will get you back though so beware.
-You will be helping around the butterfly estate when suddenly someone will grab you chin tilting it up and turning you around.
-Next thing you know Tanjiro’s lips are on yours and you are melting into his touch as your knees go weak.
- “Cute.” is all he says before he gives you one last peck on the nose and just walks away.
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Please let me know more about this Halloween wip??? 👻😈🎃 catharrington
Hey hey, cat! <3<3<3<3
the halloween wip is something i intended to be a short hc like ‘blablabla what if this happened!’ and ended up becoming 4+k of terrible “unknown source of magic makes them do it” pwp in which, basically:
“On the night of Halloween something happens (demon/witch/magic book/magical experimentation going wrong) and everyone becomes their costume for the night, and Billy & Steve are, how not, stuck together, babysitting the kids "As fucking always, Harrington, because for someone obnoxious reason you've become my own personal curse" "Oh, and you say it like you were a fucking blessing!" walking them around town to trick or treat when it happens.
And this is Hawkins, where apparently has become mandatory now that something strange happens every fucking year, so both the kids and Steve are kind of living in a perpetual state of alert. And that’s the reason why they kind of-- feel it. Feel that something is wrong as slowly, slowly, almost unnoticeably at first, people begin to act weird all around them. Mummies and werewolves and demons and angels and zombies and fairies and rock stars and cats and dinosaurs and every kind of creatures swarming in the halloween night. And soon, ghosts are floating. Terrifying masks look stuck to the faces of their owners. Beasts are howling out of mouths that are not human anymore. And when green and red and snake-like eyes blink at them, looking too goddam real, they know it’s time to look for help. To run”
And OF COURSE Billy and Steve end up alone together, looking for hopper after making the kids safe, but, yk, whatever is happening that we’ll never actually get to know bc this is the most self indulgent kind of pwp is getting to Steve too, changing him into his costume, into,
“He’s begun to feel the hunger.
A fucking vampire.
"We have to hurry" and when Billy looks at him, eyes wild, chest rising and falling, Steve knows he knows.
That he's changing. That Steve's gonna become dangerous. Soon.”
And *DRUMROLL!* things happen:
“And this thing inside of Steve. It's at the verge of taking over.
“We gotta make you safe, now”
“From what?” Billy asks. But he knows. And his eyes.
His eyes.
“From me, Billy”
But Billy–
Grins. His upper lip goes up. Bares his teeth. Huffs a laugh that sounds hoarse.
And maybe Steve has been––
“This is serious. I don’t wanna fucking eat you”
Billy. Slides close. Tongue digging into the sharp edge of a canine. Head tilted. Steve’s brand new instincts kick. He’s a prey now. He’s being hunted.
“Billy?”
But Billy. He looks– rapt. Reaches out. Hand cupping Steve’s face. Thumb pressing on his upper lip, rubbing at the tender flesh under the bow, saying “No, Harrington. No” running his pad downwards along the corner of his mouth and, pulling his bottom lip down, building an expectant, anticipating kind of feeling. A hook. Between the two of them “You’ve been eating me for a long time now”
The way he's looking at him— Steve wants to follow him through the darkest of paths, make an offering out of his freedom.
“What––“
Billy’s fingertips trace the shape of his jawbone and Steve backs down. Puts some space between himself and the way Billy’s staring at his lips, getting to a sudden halt when his calves hit the edge of the couch.
“Billy. What do you mean. Billy, what's happening?"
–— blind. He realizes. Steve has been so blind.
Because Billys is wrong too. Wrong. Can see it now. Eyes of an unnatural blue. Liquid. Silver-plated.
And it’s—
Sharp. Fast. The way Billy moves. Lays his palm flat over Steve's chest. Knocks the air out Steve’s lungs with the barest of touches. Because it's way he’s looking at him, what slams Steve into the couch. Breathless when Billy follows, climbs in onto his lap and,
Appetite, Steve thinks, recognizes. Appetite in the way his lashes fall, flutter, his lips part. Apettite, in the way his breath stutters.
"Steve"
He bends forward. One hand on the back of the couch. All his weight on him, caging him. Thighs clutching at his hipbones. And Steve feels them as his head hits the headrest, Billy’s knuckles, running up the shape up his throat, guiding his head up. And he feels so thirsty. Layed down on the desert. Skinned by the sun. Nailed down under his one weakness.
The one that could burn him down into ashes if Steve gets too close.
And they're close now. Close as they've never been before.
Billy's voice has the touch of velvet when he speaks. Smooth. Sleek.
"You're my fucking curse. I told you"
BUT and this is the plot twist i didn’t realize i blatantly revealed in the working title 🤦🏽♂️,billy isn’t dressed up for halloween so so-- he should be ok, right? R i g h t?:
“Fuck” Billy pants, nails carving half-moons on the muscle of Steve’s shoulder blades “Holy fuck”
“Hey, can you––?“
“I was a fucking joke!” Billy cuts him off, sounding like he’s wired-up, out of breath, as if he’s feeling it too. How strong it is. This craving. To lean forward again, let himself fall back into the slide of their mouths, to wrap his body around Steve and just–– give in to whatever is doing this to them. As if he feels exactly how Steve feels “I had forgotten about it but”
“What do you mean?”
“Fuck–I. Fuck!”
Billy runs his hands over his hair. His breath, when it comes out, lets his whole body trembling, hips stuttering forwards like he’s trying, but can’t. Help it. As if he needs their bodies to touch.
“Billy,” Steve says, soothing. Touches his face and Billy jolts, chest heaving up, electricity at the contact “I need you to talk to me”
Billy presses his lips together. Nods. Steve has never seen him like this. Like he’s out of cover. Nowhere to run.
“It’s like. What I felt before but it's. I could control it, Steve. But now it's pulling. It's maddening and I" His voice has lowered to the volume of a plea and he closes his eyes as if it is too much, as if whatever is happening to him is growing as fast as Steve's thirst. Becoming as unbearable. Steve runs his thumb over Billy’s cheekbone and Billy whimpers a low, lewd thing. Leans into the touch and rubs his cheek on it. Sighs like it’s such a relief. Such a relief. And then he’s. Opening his mouth and sucking at the Steve’s palm, sloppy and obscene, and Steve’s cock is weeping inside his pants head bumping against the hard leather of his belt, brushing minutely with every short breath. Doesn’t remember wanting anything like he wants this. Slide his fingers into the wet heat of Billy’s mouth. Watch, as he sucks them in.
"Hey. Easy. Easy. C’mon Billy c’monc’mon you can tell me"
But Billy is barely listening to him, panting against the heel of his palm, almost gone again.
"I wanted. God, I wanted to––” chokes off a sob. His hands wander up into the strands of Steve’s hair. Tangle in there “But wouldn’t have. Steve, I would never have. I’m so fucking scared you would––”
Steve takes his wrists. Soft. Careful. Tugs him towards him. Billy’s eyes snap open, lashes fluttering like pulled right out of a dream, and he’s so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful like this, straddling Steve’s lap, lips plump and swollen because of him, tears welling up and barely contained, gleaming like moonlight in clear a sky after a storm.
“Billy, please. I need you to tell me––“
“The costume” he breathes out, not as much a word, as a whisper. The blue of his eyes science fiction and impossible.
And Steve– he doesn’t understand. It can’t be, because Billy,
“But there’s no costume. You’re not in disguise”
“One of your minions,” he says and Steve feels the ridiculous impulse of protest, as if this is just the two of them going on about their shit as they always do, and not both of them tangled into the other, bodies shivering with the need to touch “When you came to pick us up. Dustin saw me like this and made a joke. Told him the first dumb thing that came into mind and–”
He trails off, his cheeks flush, a violent shade of red, lowers his face as if he’s so ashamed, and Steve has to press his lips together, fangs rasping at the delicate flesh inside.
And it’s not just the blood what’s making him hungry, when his fingers move down to Billy’s chin, lifts his face up. He wants to find out what the tears in his eyes taste like. Wants to relish in him. Find a way under his clothes and––
“Tell me”
“I was just joking”
––make him his. All his. And Nonono.
“Billy. What are you?”
“An incubus”
Andddd, that's TMI i know. Hopefully I'll finish it for next Halloween *crosses all fingers* bc I had such a good time writing it and isn't that far from being complete and, adashuhdsahd, I just LOVE the "x makes them do it" kind of fics but I think this was my first actual try at one?
Thank you so much for the ask, bb🖤🖤. It's so good to revisit these fics. I don't have that much time to write so I keep on losing impulse. But this is helping me remember there are things I'm excited to finish.
#the wip tag game!#catharrington#xwips#harringrove#i rarely get to talk about my wips so this is so fun for me!#as i imagine it is for everyone in here#love this game#xaskfic
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The Ritual of Propagation - 5
New chapter of The Ritual of Propagation up on AO3: "The Testing Room."
Aziraphale and Crowley's attempt to start their family have stalled, due to what Aziraphale sees as his "weakness," though Crowley recognizes it is trauma.
He recognizes this, because he is not without his own trauma, something he's kept hidden for thousands of years.
But, if it will help Aziraphale...
WARNING: This chapter is short because it deals with some heavy material, specifically r*pe (and not True Form r*pe this time). The flashback scenes are violent and potentially quite painful to read. If this is a difficult subject for you, feel free to skip the chapter. I've put a summary in the chapter endnote, and most of the emotional fallout/discussion between Aziraphale and Crowley will be in the following chapter.
For new readers: This story as a whole deals with r*pe (True form and otherwise), ab*se, pr*gnancy, and miscarriage. Please take care to read the chapter-by-chapter warnings.
The excerpt below does not directly include or reference r*pe or trauma, but does contain Aziraphale's trauma-induced reaction to the previous chapter; also, knowing the context, it will be pretty obvious what they're talking about.
Aziraphale crouched on the floor below the table with his back against the wall and his legs curled against his chest.
He shivered, and not from the cold; even wrapping four wings around him tightly couldn’t make any difference.
This wasn’t right. He couldn’t let the younglings see him being afraid, being weak. What would they take from that? What would they remember, when they’d detached and gone to training? He should be showing them how to take things in stride, not hiding and cowering and crying—
More footsteps, coming up the corridor.
His ragged, shattered heart beat faster, pumping pain into every part of his body, sending the blood trickling down his forehead faster. Aziraphale clapped a hand over his mouth to hold in his whimpers, the sound of his heavy breathing.
Stop it Aziraphale, this is your Duty. This is who you are now. Stand up and face it like an angel—
The door opened and everything went white. Mind blank. Body tense. The younglings shook with tension, screaming in his mind, all but the largest burrowing into his feathers. Aziraphale couldn’t calm them, couldn’t do anything but shut his eyes and sit there with tears rolling down his face as the footsteps drew closer and closer—
“Angel?”
Aziraphale opened his eyes. He wasn’t hiding under a table, wasn’t back in the dreary colorless room at the facility. He was sitting in their garden, surrounded by the most brilliant flowers his husband could grow, with his back pressed against the glass of the greenhouse. He blinked in confusion at the sun shining overhead. When his fingers gently probed his forehead, he was surprised to find it wasn’t bleeding.
“Aziraphale!” With a crunch of soil Crowley was kneeling next to him, wiping away his tears. Those, at least, were real, as was the way he pressed his wings about himself. It was far too warm for this beautiful summer day, but he couldn’t have moved them even if he wanted to.
“I’m sorry,” his demon whispered, awkwardly wrapping Aziraphale into his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
“I gn—I knew this—this would—” but that was all the angel could manage.
What was he doing? This was humiliating. It hadn’t even been that bad, not this time with Crowley, not that earlier time with Michael. Why was he even thinking about that? It was hardly the first time he’d had such difficulties, nor the last, nor the worst, it was nothing compared to what came after—
I didn’t want to hurt you, you know. If you just did everything as you were instructed, it wouldn’t have to be so hard.
She’d been right of course, but that didn’t stop the fresh wave of tears or the trembling, or the sick, hopeless feeling in his gut.
“I’m sorry,” Crowley repeated over and over. “This is exactly what I didn’t want to have happen. I’m sorry. I fucked it up. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t…” Why was it so hard to speak? “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”
“Nothing is wrong with you. I told you, you’re perfect.” One hand gently ran down his feathers, smoothing them and slowly unknotting the muscles that held his wings locked in place.
“That is blatantly untrue.” Somehow Aziraphale was able to ease his hands through the gap in his wings, enough to clutch at Crowley’s jacket, pulling him closer. “If I wasn’t defective in some way, I… I would be able to meld with you. I would want to, I’d have suggested it right away, our first night together, and you wouldn’t have to… to…”
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s true.”
“No. Angel…” Crowley sat back, leaving Aziraphale feeling cold again, but he pressed his hands to the angel’s cheeks, holding his gaze. “What if… what if it was me? If I was the one being hurt, if… something that happened to me, thousands of years ago, still made me uncertain? Would you tell me I was defective? Force me to… to…”
Why did Crowley look on the verge of tears?
“Darling, no!” Without even thinking he pulled Crowley close again, pushing fingers into his hair and pressed their faces together. “No, no, I wouldn’t… but… it isn’t the same, Crowley! You… you’re strong, you wouldn’t be torn apart by something so… so foolish.”
“Really? Think about the—the worst time you ever had.”
If Crowley knew he wouldn’t have asked that. Aziraphale’s mind shied away from the very suggestion—not that it was ever that bad, not the meld itself, he was just weak, too weak—but that time with Michael, when he’d been exhausted and confused and unable to get his defenses down fast enough, that was still fresh in his memory.
“If I said that had happened to me,” Crowley continued, “would that be alright?”
He choked back a sob, suddenly imagining his husband left lying broken on the floor. Abandoned and alone. “You—you wouldn’t, Crowley… you’re not… you’re not…”
“Would you say I was weak, for being hurt?”
“It isn’t…” he clung desperately to one thought: “You don’t understand…”
“What part don’t I understand?” Crowley’s voice was so soft Aziraphale could barely hear him, even pressed so close. “Being used by your superiors for their… their own needs? Being forced to give up something it should be your choice to share? Or how, yeah it was orders, but you agreed to it—no one dragged you there, so you can’t really complain too much? Knowing what’s coming but never when, or from who, or how bad it’s going to be? Or… or the way they—” His voice pinched off and he drew himself even closer. “The way they leave you… worse, a stain that will never come out, a wound that won’t heal, put their fingerprints where… where no one should ever—and then you wonder, did they even know who you were? Do they even remember you, when their face is burned into you, and you relive that moment over, and over, and over?”
“Crowley…” He was torn between wanting to look his demon in the eyes, and never wanting to let go.
“M’sorry. Shoulda told you years ago. I… I didn’t think you’d understand.”
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pt. 1
Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst
Warnings: Cursing, sexual implications but no smut
Word Count: 826
Pairings: ghost!Yoongi x fem!Reader x fallen angel!Hoseok
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When Hoseok crashed into your home, you didn't expect it. When you accidentally summoned a ghost named Yoongi into your home (thank god it wasn't a demon), you didn't expect it. When you ended up housing those two, you definitely didn't expect it. But here you are, teaching Yoongi how to bake and keeping Hoseok from eating the cake batter.
"Hoseok, if you eat that batter, you're not going to get any cake," you scold Hoseok for what seems like the seventh time. He blatantly ignores you and attempts once more, and you smack his hand. "Stop that, there's raw flour. Do you want to get salmonella?"
"I can't get salmonella, I'm an angel." You roll your eyes so hard you think your eyes might pop out of your head.
"Go stand in front of a car. You won't get hurt."
"I actually won't," Hoseok says, and you slap the spatula onto the counter in exasperation.
"Dude, let us make a cake." Yoongi lazily says while stirring the batter. "At least don't make (Y/N) have an aneurysm." You 'tsk' but say no more, and Hoseok cackles.
"Shut up you beautiful angel!" you snap at him. This was the start of you digging your own grave when Hoseok shoots you a smirk.
"So..." Hoseok pauses, sitting on a barstool and resting his chin on his interlaced hands. "You think I'm beautiful?" You pointedly ignore him, instead focusing way too hard on stirring the batter. Yoongi holds back a laugh, taking eggs out of the fridge to add to the batter.
"You better answer him, (Y/N)." You blatantly ignore him, and Hoseok leans even closer, wings fluttering slightly.
"Come on, (Y/N)," Hoseok whines, drawing out each syllable like you were going to answer him. You continue ignoring him, and Hoseok pokes your cheek, smiling that gorgeous smile you've come to love. But don't tell him that.
"Fine." Hoseok waits patiently. "I'll answer you if you tell me why you insist on not finding a job." Hoseok looks basically human, you don't think he'd have trouble finding one. Yoongi is a ghost, so he's out of the question.
Hoseok sighs again. "(Y/N), can't you let me freeload? I'll fuck you as payment." You almost faceplant into the batter, Yoongi grabbing your collar right before you make contact. "Come on! “The fact that you look so beautiful this early in the morning is upsetting…yet amazing.”
"Jesus, Hoseok. No. Your pick-up lines won't work on me." Hoseok pouts, but finally leaves you alone, and you can finish your cake in peace.
To tell the truth, you don't know why Hoseok's in your home. He claimed he's your guardian angel, but would a guardian angel crash into your sofa and refuse to get a job? Wouldn't he not appear to you? With all your questions running through your head, you don't notice Yoongi take the batter away from you until he pours it into the pan.
"(Y/N), why don't you go take a nap? I can finish this up. You look tired." You offer a smile.
"Thanks, Yoongi, I just might do that." You throw a towel at Hoseok's face, and he just laughs. But when you round the corner and almost reach your door, his laugh is silenced. Curious, you start to turn around before you hear Yoongi speak.
"Hoseok, you need to tell her."
"I thought this is what you wanted. You're the one who literally forced me to tell her I was her guardian, not a fallen angel. I gues promises can't be kept by people like you." You furrow your eyebrows at this revelation, inching closer.
"I'm not a person, techinally. You're not the same that I met a few months ago. You're not as bad as people say...you're gentle. Seeing you every day is a breath of fresh air, and that's something I don't get to experience anymore."
Hoseok doesn't speak anymore, and you take this opportunity to come around the corner again, hands on your hips. "Alright, who would like to explain first." Yoongi's head whips toward you, and Hoseok just slumps, his natural glow fading a little.
"All right. You have to promise not to interrupt, though." You give a sharp nod at Hoseok's words, and he starts his story. "I wasn't always fallen. I really was your guardian angel, I promise that much.
"However, I recently had come to a revelation that the God-" he motions violently at the last word "-I served wasn't great. I won't explain why; it is not my place to, even fallen. However, because I lost trust in him, I was banished. in your human terms, I fell."
You nod once, and Hoseok continues. "There's this demon, Namjoon. I promised myself that I would take care of you and save you from him. But now that I am not of a higher rank, I cannot do so. Yoongi is helping me figure it out, but he didn't want you to know anything. He can explain why."
You know you're in for a long night.
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