#listen i know the asks are old by now and i do know how to draw these things but... i couldn'T find the time to like...

[kamaluhkhan]

GUILTY AS SIN?

GLUTTONY — part v of we'll write sins like tragedies

pairing: luke castellan x nemesis! reader (afab) word count: 3k summary: after a mission gone wrong, you unknowingly take the fall for a friend; you get drunk with the enemy; and you start to think that, if they’re going to crucify you anyway, you might as well indulge in a few fatal fantasies. warnings: set during the last olympian so spoilers for the entire pjo book series; luke + reader get drunk; mention of death + war + reader has some survivor's guilt; smut (unprotected p in v, oral f receiving, kinda sub!luke, brief allusion to knife kink — 18 + MDNI) + angst author's note: not sure how i feel ab this one but i've been workshopping it for weeks so i think her time has come !! also maybe got a bit too deep into book lore oops. also also ive been listening to this song an outrageous amount and i hope i did it justice ANYWAYS lmk what y'all think, thanks sm for reading ♥

♪ "guilty as sin?" by taylor swift

you’re well aware of how suspicious this looks, rendezvousing with the enemy at a sleazy dive bar in the heart of the city. 

he walks in, and your heart starts to beat faster in anticipation. his familiar deep brown eyes are now striking gold, and a streak of gray is woven through his signature dark curls — evidence of the battles you've fought, on opposite sides, and an ominous reminder of a war that has yet to be over. 

as he casually orders himself a drink and one for you, you keep a hand on your concealed dagger. it’s become an instinct of yours, whenever he’s around.

“i didn’t come here to fight.” he assures, catching the glint of your blade. 

“and what about…..” you gesture broadly at him. 

“we’re not entirely synched yet, so it gives him a break whenever i’m in full control,” he explains as though reciting from a textbook (something like how to betray your loved ones and overthrow the olympians 101). “it’s only me tonight. i swear on the river styx.”

a shiver passes through you.

about a year ago, luke tracked you down in new york. apparently, kronos was pushing him to do something extreme, and luke felt conflicted. 

you thought it had to be some sort of cruel joke, because you could not think of anything more extreme than what luke had already done in facilitating a war between gods and titans. you had no patience for his crocodile tears, not after he played you so well the first time. 

you told him as much, then told him to fuck off. 

to be fair, you didn’t know that would lead to him bathing in the river styx and becoming a vessel for the titan lord himself.

luke wears the curse of achilles well: all strong muscles and sharp angles, his tan skin glowing ever-so slightly, and his body devoid of any fresh cuts or bruises despite surviving an explosion just a few days prior. 

“so….what? you’re the pilot whenever kronos needs to take a really long nap?” 

“i’d say timeshare is the closest way to describe it.” 

“50/50 ownership?”

“more like 90/10.”

you scoff. “sounds like a scam.”

the corner of his mouth quirks up in amusement. it reminds you so much of old times, his boyish charm peeking through whenever a camper would try to pull a prank on him, and then complain when he’d beat them to the punch. 

“it’s just me,” he repeats, but you didn’t need any more confirmation.

you know deep in your gut, from that mischievous smirk alone: it’s not the lord of time, but luke castellan next to you.

the bar is surprisingly busy for a weeknight. there’s a game being shown on TV, and people wearing sports jerseys occasionally groan or cheer or come to the counter to order another pint for their table while keeping their eyes glued to the screen. the jukebox in the corner plays music from the 70s and 80s as a group of friends starts to dance, tipsy after a deadly combination of jello shots and sangria.

for the first few drinks, you and luke are silent, letting these sounds of regular human existence fill the space between you. you half-expect him to ask about law school admissions, or the new tattoo you got on your upper thigh, or your band’s latest show — all fragments of your own mundane mortal life used to distract yourself from demigod realities. 

he doesn’t, though. luke just stares at the hockey game, one you know for a fact he doesn’t care about because the rangers aren’t playing, as he sips his old-fashioned like he has all the time in the world. 

“did you wanna meet so we could just sit here in silence or….”

when you had agreed to this meeting, you had a clear goal in mind: find out who the spy is and clear your name.

it might be too much rum or the crushing weight of recent events, but you no longer have the energy nor the drive to be strategic or even cautious around luke. now, you’re looking for a cure to your bone deep boredom and heartache.

"no. i’m here because….” he falters and runs a hand through his hair. “look, i heard about what happened at camp. and, with beck —” 

“dying?” you finish, taking one last gulp of your drink. all the rage, resentment and grief you’ve been feeling has been lodged in your throat. you’d hope each sip of your dark and stormy would burn through it, but instead it comes tumbling from your lips. 

“honestly, beck would probably still be alive if you didn’t join the dark side. i guess you’re kinda leading the dark side now, aren’t you luke? what’s that like?” 

luke polishes off his drink, too, his cheeks flushed. he gestures at the bartender for a third round of drinks. or is it fourth? 

“don’t be a dick,” luke sighs once a replenished glass is placed in front of him. “i obviously never wanted to hurt you — any of you.”

if you were of sober mind, maybe you’d point out that it’s too late; that luke already hurt all of you the minute he decided to side with kronos.

“i know i did, though,” he adds after swallowing a mouthful of his drink. 

you know that if luke was of sober mind, he would never have admitted that. he seems to know better than to apologize though, hopefully recognizing that the damage has already been done. 

it’s not like your hands aren’t bloody, too. 

“it was supposed to be me, you know?” you let out a watery laugh. “i was supposed to go with percy on the mission, but beck offered to go instead because he thought — he knew — that it would….it would be hard for me to see…. you.”

luke pauses and turns away from you. “you couldn’t have known what would happen.” his voice wavers, too. “beckendorf was looking out for you — it’s what he does. did.”

“i couldn’t even go to the funeral,” you continue. “i feel like i didn’t really get to say goodbye, you know?”

 “yeah,” luke hums sorrowfully. “mourning someone who fought for the gods isn’t really allowed where i am.”

again, you could point out the irony in what he’s saying. given everything he’s done, luke dug his own grave and clearly some for his friends, too. 

tears sting your eyes, but you blink them away. the reality is that one of your best friends died because you couldn’t handle an encounter with your ex-boyfriend, the one you’re currently sitting beside. 

you might not have done what they accused you of, but you’re nowhere near innocent. who were you to give yourself permission to cry?

in the dim neon light, you notice a tear slide down luke’s cheek before he wipes it away just as fast.

he clears his throat. “to charles beckendorf: a hero by any other name.”

you tap your glass against luke’s, and you both drink in honor of your lost friend. you drink to everyone and everything you’ve lost, too. 

beckendorf is dead; chris has lost his mind; clarisse might start her own war with the apollo cabin over a flying chariot; and ever since the princess andromeda mission went terribly wrong, silena can’t go one minute without bursting into tears. 

it was too easy for everything to fall apart, as though this was always what the fates had in store for you — the next generation of greek tragedies. 

thankfully, there always comes a break in the tragedy, and it seems to be now: you and luke, getting drunk off whiskey and rum and old memories. 

you remember countless times sneaking out to the beach after curfew, mixing store-brand soda with cheap alcohol smuggled into camp by luke’s half-brothers; hot summer nights spent fantasizing about existence outside of camp and returning to your head counselor duties in the morning with chiron and mr. d none the wiser. once you started dating, it became routine for the two of you to wander away from the group for some privacy, somewhere far enough away so that no one could hear you scream luke’s name.

those memories still make your skin flush, even as you’re here drinking cocktails at a bar in the city, with one friend gone to elysium and everyone else calling you a traitor.

“i can’t believe you don’t remember that night! mr. d caught a few senior campers getting drunk in his office? they stole a super expensive bottle of wine, threw up all over the carpet, and had to spend the rest of the night cleaning it?” 

you continue shaking your head. you tip your glass back to capture the last drops of amber liquid before confessing:  

“what i remember is spending the whole night jealous of malcolm pace because he got to slow dance with you.”

luke lets out something between a scoff and a laugh, then he’s silent for a few moments.

“i love this song,” luke muses, words blurring together. “i haven’t heard it in a while.” he finishes his drink and sets the glass down, holding his hand out to you. 

your brain is a bit foggy from all the alcohol, so it takes you a few seconds to realize what he’s asking. 

“you wanna dance?”

“yeah,” he answers. “make up for lost time.”

it’s not until you feel luke’s chest pressed against yours, his hands firmly on your waist, that you register what song is currently playing.

“downtown lights” by the blue nile — luke had spent so long trying to find the right song for your first time together. 

you told him not to worry, teased him a bit for planning every detail so meticulously, but deep down, your heart swelled with how much he cared.

the empty hermes cabin during capture-the-flag, both of you pretending to be too injured from sparring practice to play. luke’s sweaty hands fumbling with the condom, you having to step in and rip the wrapper with your teeth. clothes being haphazardly thrown on so you could run back to the infirmary before anyone noticed. silent vows to do it again, and again, and again. 

the more time spent exploring and experimenting, the more you got the rhythm of each other’s bodies, knew how to make the other squirm and throw their head back in pleasure — and that didn’t just go away when luke joined kronos’ army. 

even when your loyalties were more clear, your consciousness was plagued with visions of you and luke together, ones that left your sheets burning, more than the blazing summer heat. you confided in silena about these once, and she assured you that there is no such thing as bad thoughts. 

she did warn you, though: it’s when you indulge in these fantasies that they risk becoming fatal.

now, thinking back and forth between memories with luke and the events of this past very shitty week, you realize that maybe that’s why you’re here.

despite everything you’ve done, you supposedly betrayed people you consistently fight beside, fight for; you were thrown out of a place you once considered home and told never to come back. 

you were doomed from the start — a daughter of nemesis, assumed to be wicked and revenge-seeking since birth. 

well, if they’re going to crucify you anyway…..

once the song ends, you ask:

“you wanna go outside for a smoke?”

your hands start playing with the curls at the base of luke’s neck, hinting at what you were hoping comes next.

luke licks his lips, gold eyes darker than before. 

“guess you’re itching to put that celestial bronze to good use,” he says lowly.

“only if you ask nicely,” you drawl. 

luke blushes. 

you pull away from him, start walking towards the back exit, and pray that he follows you. 

—

this is why meeting with you was dangerous: there’s no one else in the world – god, titan, or otherwise – luke castellan would get on his knees for, let alone in the filthy alley behind a bar.  

technically, kronos sent luke here to recruit you. 

the scythe charm — the one used to communicate with silena — sits heavy in his pocket. it’s part of the reason why you were exiled from camp, why your friends don’t look at you the same way. why you can’t ever go back home, not really. 

luke imagines you might resent those who threw you out of camp, but you would never betray them. he knew that you weren’t likely to join kronos’ army.

he’s thankful that, at the very least, you still have a penchant for breaking some rules. 

the two of you are a tangled mess of teeth and tongue. luke tastes the spiciness of ginger beer and rum, mixed with sweetness from the clove cigarette you just smoked. you lock one leg around luke’s hip, and the brief glimpse of your lacy black underwear has him throbbing. one of your hands slips underneath his shirt to trace the contours of his abdomen. luke’s breath hitches when your hand reaches down even further. 

“wait –” you pause your actions to let luke finish his sentence, and already he regrets voicing his hollow concern. “i….i probably should not be doing this.”

“me neither,” you concede, breathing steadily.“but, they already think i’m guilty.”  with your other hand, your thumb dances over his kiss-swollen lips and luke feels something ignite in the pit of his stomach. “maybe i am, with how much i think about you.”

luke knows what’s at stake for him, if anyone finds out, but in a booze-soaked haze and with you looking at him like that, he can’t seem to care. 

it’s coming back to him now: that endless cycle of waking up sticky and drenched in sweat over dreams of screaming your name and going about his day like it wasn’t a paradox to be leading kronos’ army and still wanting someone aligned with the enemy to devour him. 

when he agreed, however reluctantly, to be a vessel for kronos, luke had to lock those desires inside a vault deep inside his mind. 

this might very well be luke’s last chance to satisfy his cravings, once and for all. tonight, he’s in full control of his body and mind. 

he’ll happily yield his power to you. 

soon enough, your teeth gnaw on his top lip as luke messily thrusts into you, your underwear hastily pushed to the side. he tries to savor every part of this, of you — the heel of your combat boot digging into his back; the sting of your nails where you grip him; the familiar scent of your skin, sickly sweet cherries and burnt vanilla; the hoarseness of your voice, encouraging him to go faster, harder. following your orders, luke wraps both of your legs around his waist and digs his fingers further into your hips to keep them secure.

it’s a religious experience, watching you throw your head back against the brick wall as your orgasm crashes through you. luke follows a few seconds later, pulling out just in time to paint the inside of your thighs with his cum.

luke grins as he watches you come down from your high, eyes closed, chest heaving, neck engraved with the outline of his teeth.

“sorry, didn’t mean to give you a concussion.”

you open your eyes just to roll them at luke, who’s tucking himself back into his jeans.

“you’re such an asshole,” you jest through labored breaths, registering his shit-eating grin. you fix the hem of your leather skirt and pout dramatically. “and you had to leave a mess behind, didn’t you?”

without another word, luke kneels in front of you. 

he leans his head back to admire how your lips curl into a bemused smile at his antics. your fingers press into his pulse point, no doubt feeling how reckless his heartbeat becomes underneath you. once more, your thumb prods at his lips; this time luke grants access, the cold metal of your ring burning on his tongue. 

“is this how you pledged loyalty to your titan king?” you taunt. 

luke shakes his head, still sucking your digit. 

he did have to bow, but not like this. the only entity he’d worship this desperately is you. 

“i’m honored,” you coo. luke bites back a whimper when you remove your thumb from his mouth, instead tracing the scar on his face, up his cheekbone. “i have to say though: i miss your brown eyes, pretty boy.”

his whole body is on fire with how you touch him, but your passing observation feels like a knife to the gut. wanting to be good for you, to prove he’s still your pretty boy, luke pushes up the bottom of your skirt so it bunches around your waist. 

“luke!” you attempt to scold, concealing a moan when his teeth graze your clit through the damp fabric of your underwear. “someone might see.”

“it’ll be fine, baby,” he assures. “is this new?” luke is mesmerized by the fresh ink on your thigh, fingers trailing over swirling black lines. 

you hum, a goddess gazing down on her disciple. “do you like it?”

luke nods. he replaces his fingers with his tongue, journeying across your skin, tasting salty sweat mixed with his cum drying between your legs. he hears your whimpers for more. he complies and plunges two fingers beneath the lace until you reach your peak. luke places one last kiss to your core, before getting up again.

you crash your lips onto his, and you’re kissing him the way you did back when you really loved him, chaotic and feverish. your fingers snake through his curls, and you tug on them just enough to make luke’s head spin. 

you’re somehow more intoxicating than however many drinks he downed earlier.

he sees something simmering behind your eyes, when you ask if he wants to come back to your apartment. you both know you shouldn’t, but honestly — in the grand scheme of things, what’s one more sin?as the two of you are tangled beneath your bedsheets, you decide to frame it differently, as a mutual vow: maybe just one more time will satisfy this hunger.

#we've only got two sins left idk how this happened.... #thank y'all sm for reading!! #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan smut #luke castellan series #luke castellan x nemesis!reader #pjo fanfic #saf writes

[v3lv3tf0x]

Bitter Coffee and a Little Sugar

Azriel x Rhysand's little sister ~ part 2

The room was devoid of any people, a large table taking up most of the room filled with at least twenty different dishes, many of which Y/n hadn’t eaten in years. Her gaze moved fluidly along the table, taking note of everything. Many of her favorites were still steaming.

“The house knows my favorites still,” she murmured fondly. Rhysand smiled at her but she noted the glint in his eyes when he was in people’s minds. “Who are you talking to?”

“My- our family.” Rhysand gestured to the set of doors on the other side of the room where two males and three females clambered in. Y/n stepped back slightly, quickly taking mental notes of each one. One of the females, the tallest, smacked the larger male on the head with a hiss while the other three snickered, which had the same female hissing at them as well. Rhysand cleared his throat and everyone, mostly, went silent and all eyes fell on Y/n.

“Who’s this, Rhys?” The female with gold-brown hair asked sweetly, albeit a little puzzled. Rhysand nudged Y/n’s shoulder slightly and she stepped forward.

“I’m Y/n, Rhysand’s sister,” she murmured softly, just loud enough for the group to hear. Shouts immediately filled the air as the group surged forward with questions and comments. Y/n stepped back, flinching.

“Rhys, you never said you had a sister!”

“Where did she come from?”

“How old is she?”

“Is she really-”

“Enough!” Rhysand barked, silencing everyone and wrapping his wing around you protectively. “Questions later, for now, let's eat.” Everyone went to the table and sat down in their respective seats, leaving Y/n to stand awkwardly off to the side.

“You can sit by Azriel, N/n,” Rhysand said sweetly, gesturing to the lean, curly-haired male to his left. Y/n nodded, making her way gracefully to the seat, sitting down, and watching as the house served you. The male, Azriel, wouldn’t stop staring at her. He had a sort of stricken look in his eyes that Y/n could tell he was trying to mask. She gave him a tentative smile and he quickly looked away, stabbing his fork into the fish on his plate and shoving it into his mouth. Y/n’s smile faded as she examined the contents of her plate. Fish, roasted vegetables, a broth that smelled like chicken, and a tall glass of a pink, flowery drink. She began to eat, listening to how the people at the table chattered casually amongst each other, savoring the taste of the food.

“Well, I’m Amren. So, you, girl, introduce yourself,” the shorter, dark-haired female said in a voice that sang of darkness and power. Y/n blinked at being addressed so abruptly.

“I’m Y/n,” she repeated, confused.

“Well, we know that much,” the female snapped with an eye-roll. “Tell us about yourself.”

“There’s not much to know. My brother hid me away for a long time,” Y/n murmured with an airy look.

“Good thing he did, things were rough for a long time,” the burly male with long hair commented. “I’m Cassian and this is my mate, Nesta.”

“I can introduce myself,” Nesta huffed, crossing her arms. “But there's no use repeating what was already said.”

Y/n managed a smile, starting to feel overwhelmed as she tried to commit their names to memory.

“I’m Feyre, Rhys’ mate,” the softer looking female said sweetly, leaning forward. “I can't believe Rhys never told us about you…” her gaze seemed mournful as she took in the small female. “You must be very precious to him.”

“I… need a moment,” Azriel forced out, standing up quickly and shaking out his wings before quickly leaving the room. Rhysand and Cassian shared a concerned look and Y/n barely noticed the way Elain scurried after Azriel until Feyre called for her to stay here.

“And this is my little sister, Elain,” Feyre said, turning to the smallest female, who was sitting worriedly on the other side of Azriel who still looked tense and uncomfortable.

“Let him do his thing, Elain,” she said with a small friend of confusion.

“He was acting weird during dinner, too,” Elain protested. “He looked… I don't know but maybe he needs someone with him!”

“Not right now,” Rhysand said firmly, shutting down all arguments. “He will talk to us if he needs to. Elain, will you show Y/n to her room?”

“I remember where my room is, Rhys,” Y/n said in an amused tone. “But I would appreciate the company,” she said toward Elain, who gave her a small smile.

“Good, it should be as you remember it,” Rhysand said, nodding in dismissal. Elain and Y/n made their way to the large doors that Azriel had hurried out of, pushing them open into the hallway that was illuminated with faelights.

“I could never imagine being locked away for fifty years,” Elain said softly.

“It wasn't bad, there were many books.” Y/n shrugged, eyes trailing along the ceiling, remembering the intricately carved designs. Elain nodded, following along now silent, as Y/n made her way through the House of Wind to her old room.

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[toji-girl]

treat you better | k. nanami

synopsis: Kento was the perfect roommate and a good friend that you were more than thankful for, especially in trying times.

wc: 4.1k

tags: 18+ ONLY content + explicit smut: minors and empty blogs DNI + not beta read + modern/roommate au + cheating (not from you or Kento) + this is a very old story that I dusted off so please forgive the awful format + I headcanon him to like tea

Soft music pulsed from the living room when Kento arrived home after work to see you cleaning and dusting, something that you told him you’d do when you first met him because you were a bit picky about how your apartment looked and he didn’t mind, it meant less for him to do and it surely didn’t hurt him having a very attractive roommate.

But Kento still wanted to help so he took over laundry duty.

For several seconds he watched you dance around the couch before you noticed him. “Oh, hey! I didn’t know you were going to be home,” You stopped and looked at the clock on the wall seeing it was an hour earlier than when he usually comes back, “I made dinner though, are you hungry?” You asked turning down the music.

He kicked his shoes off and moved them to the right place before taking his jacket off, at times like this Kento was grateful for you even though your taste in music drove him up a wall sometimes, too much bass sometimes or the vulgar language they used was a bit much in his opinion which made him stop and think about just how old he was and how old he felt to live with a younger roommate but he didn’t mind it much because it was rare that he had to listen to it.

“I am yes, I couldn’t take lunch because of back-to-back meetings with students.” He replied moving to the kitchen where he was greeted by a wonderful smell and a cup of steaming tea next to his plate.

You followed him and sat down on the barstool next to his, a comfortable silence settled over you both as he began to eat humming in appreciation, “Thank you for dinner and the tea which doesn’t taste like shit, that last brand I won’t buy.” He said after finishing his food before putting the plate away in the dishwasher. You couldn’t help but laugh a little at his brash behavior or his words.

“I won’t blame you because when I was sick I made a cup and I’m sure I made it a lot worse.” You said cleaning off your plate and then the counter while Kento put up dinner with a small chuckle.

You smiled and took a water bottle from the fridge, “I’ll be in the shower if you need anything else.” You told him before walking out of the kitchen. Kento watched with a sigh as he waited several minutes until he heard the door shut and the water run before walking to his bedroom passing by the bathroom where he heard you humming whatever song you were obsessed with when he heard the doorbell ring.

Kento knew who it was, your boyfriend who he could never stand. The way he treated you was less than gentlemanly like his jokes borderline cringe, and the PDA was something that needed to be lessened to his liking so when it was you three he burrowed himself in his bedroom or the small office you let him have in hopes of not having to hear your disappointed sighs as he tried to get you off. Squaring his shoulders he made his way back to the living room to the front door yanking it open.

“She’s in the shower,” Kento said not bothering with a hello, the sight of him made his anger flare up and irritation set in, your boyfriend nodded and stepped in keeping his shoes on tracking in dried-up mud that flaked over the floor making his eyebrow twitch, “take your shoes off.” He added before leaving him alone to find you.

Once he was settled in his bedroom he could hear the bathroom door open and then you giggling at something he said, sometimes he was grateful the walls were paper thin but right now he wished they were thick enough that he couldn’t hear the rustling of clothes and your quiet moans, after a few minutes you both emerged from the room just in time for Kento to walk out in the hallway.

“Sorry about the noise,” He snickered wrapping his arm around your waist in some sort of alpha warning to Kento that you belonged to him.

You hung your head and smiled softly at your roommate before walking your boyfriend to the front door and saying goodbye with a hug and a kiss, once he was gone you settled on the couch turning on a movie that you knew would catch Kento’s attention, not a minute later he emerged from his bedroom wearing a pair of grey sweats and a loose t-shirt with a sweatshirt hanging off his arm, one that you’ve grown to wear sometimes and he knew that you’d want it, “Here.” He said handing you the balled-up material that smelt like him.

“Thank you, I might just have to keep it.” You teased pulling it on before settling back against the cushions and watching the movie with Kento sitting next to you, his knee barely grazing yours when he shifted. You were grateful that the silence was never awkward between you two neither was when you laid your head on his shoulder, the aroma of your shampoo lingered around him like a heavy cloud. Your smell made his cock twitch in his sweats and the fact that your wearing his sweatshirt cuddled up with him and not your toolbag boyfriend.

When the movie ended you both stood at the same time stretching coupled with a yawn. Little did he know that your eyes were now open and glued on his happy trail that was visible with his raised shirt, quickly you averted your gaze and cleared your throat, “Goodnight Kento.” You hummed softly then made a beeline to your bedroom hidden away from your handsome roommate and his eyes that never failed to make you melt.

The next morning it wasn’t a surprise to see Kento in the kitchen making breakfast, he was always an early riser, something you learned quickly after he moved in. It’s now been four months since he’s been here and everything has fallen into place, you never really realized how lonely it was until he moved in, “Morning, thanks for cooking.” You smiled sitting down watching him stand at the stove while you took the time to stare at him, eyes roaming the curves of his back and of course, his ass.

He turned just in time for you to look away feeling warmth trickle in your lower belly, “You made dinner, it’s only fair but we need to go to the grocery store.” He said finishing up before serving you then him, once again you both found silence and ate together almost like a couple.

After the plates were cleared and the counters and dishes were clean you disappeared into your bedroom to change quickly before meeting Kento out in the living room and seeing him dressed in another pair of sweats and another sweatshirt similar to the one you had on now, “Wanting to match?” You teased grabbing the hoodie string pulling on it watching his lips quirk up into a small smile.

“You were the one to steal it from me, more like you want to be like me.” He said grabbing his keys before opening the front door for you, something you still were getting used to. Kento was always sure to open each door, something about you made him soft, it could be the way you fell into his routine while keeping your own so quickly after he moved in or the way you made his tea.

No one but himself could get it right, however, you did just after a week.

Kento pushed the cart around the store while you grabbed items off the shelves with the list you and him wrote in the other hand, when you weren’t looking he took the time to study your face and the expressions you made. He noticed that a lot of the times you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth when you looked between two boxes before showing him, “Which one do you think?” You asked staring at him.

What’s this feeling? He thought feeling his heart beat faster and his palms begin to sweat, “I think the one on the right should do, would you watch the cart? I have a few things I need to get.” He said quickly wanting to leave the immediate area, the suffocating feeling sitting and crushing his chest, it was an excuse so he walked around with his hands in his pockets before grabbing things that weren’t really needed but it was enough for him to clear his head of any thoughts of you.

Another thing you found helpful was after each grocery trip Kento always wanted to put everything away and after the first time when you two got in a small argument about where things went you let him show you a better way, even though you hated agreeing with him at first you found the system to be very beneficial you let him take over putting away the items while you mostly stood in the kitchen clearing any clutter, “Are you hungry?” You asked opening the fridge and giving him the same chance to gaze at your backside, his eyes traveled up your legs wondering what they’d feel like if they were wrapped around him when the doorbell rang.

“Is that your boyfriend?” He asked trying to keep the venom from dripping into his tone, he knew that once he slithered inside the apartment like the snake he is you’d forget all about Kento and focus on him. Something he can’t really get upset about, after all, he’s your roommate so he can’t get too jealous although that never stopped him from glaring at the guy who claimed to be the best you’ve ever had when Kento could tell that was a lie.

You glanced at the time on the oven and smiled, “It is yes, I think we’re going out tonight so you can have the apartment to yourself and I won’t be back until after dinner I’m sure.” You told him before walking out of the kitchen and disappearing out the front door with your boyfriend.

A few hours later Kento found himself sitting on the couch with Hiromi who glanced at his honey-haired best friend, “Where’s your roommate?” He asked turning back to the TV and hearing Kento grumble his answer. It’s way past dinner time and you were supposed to be back soon, his nerves ate away at him for some reason. He shouldn’t be this concerned about you but over the last few months, you wiggled your way into his heart.

Kento opened his mouth ready to deny whatever Hiromi was insinuating with the tone of his voice and the look in his eyes when the door opened with you and your boyfriend walking during an argument, “Why did you follow me up here? You’re nothing but an asshole!” You shouted kicking your shoes off. Kento and Hiromi stood up quickly looking at you both, tears were streaming down your cheeks while you avoided the look of everyone.

“She doesn’t know what she’s talking about babe-” He began reaching for you. Kento was stunned watching you swat his hand away and open the door pushing him out then slam it shut. Your shoulders heaved with unshed tears, slowly you turned around and wiped at your eyes feeling your bottom lip quiver.

“Sorry that you both had to see that, I’ll be in my bedroom.” You sobbed quietly then walked to your room shutting your door before burying yourself under the covers hearing Kento say goodbye to Hiromi and him putting his shoes and jacket on before leaving you two alone then you heard Kento’s footsteps down the hall stopping at your door knocking.

“Do you want to talk about what happened? If not I can run you a bath or something.” He called out gently wishing he could take away your pain.

You sat up with throbbing eyes and wet cheeks throwing the blankets off and getting off the bed, “You can come in.”

Granted with permission Kento walked inside immediately walking over to you and sitting down, “Should I go pay him a visit?” He asked pulling a smile from you.

You inhaled deeply and let it go patting your eyes with your sleeves ignoring his eyes, “He cheated on me. On our date. Who does that? I went to the bathroom and I guess his girlfriend showed up and was sitting on his lap and they were kissing. After two years together this is what he does? I didn’t know. They’ve been dating for three years.” With the weight off your shoulders, you exhaled and leaned back embarrassed to face Kento who’s anger brewed even deeper for the supposed man who hurt you.

“What a shit thing to do. He doesn’t deserve you. One word and I can visit him.”

“I don’t think that would solve anything, do you solve all your problems with violence?” You asked sitting up again and looking at him watching his hand reach over and wipe away your tears with his thumbs as his palms cradled your face creating this warmth that spread from your cheeks down your body warming you like a campfire.

“Are you hungry?” He asked changing the subject knowing food was always a good placement to help anyone feel better.

Two hours later you and Kento sat on the couch with your head on his shoulder, his sweatshirt on, and your arm wrapped around his watching the TV but your mind wasn’t focused on anything but the anger that festered inside you, “Don’t you have better things to do than comfort your roommate on a Friday night?” You asked.

He cocked his head slightly shifting his gaze to you, “I couldn’t think of a better way to spend it, you need someone here for you and it wouldn’t be right if I left you here alone.”

You picked your head up and turned it to look at him, “Thank you for this.” You said with a timid smile, eyes darting at his lips, was it a good idea to sleep with your roommate after finding out your boyfriend was cheating on you? The thought was quickly pushed down as you caught his eyes darting towards your lips as well.

“You don’t have to thank me-”

“Can I kiss you?” You asked abruptly cutting him off.

For a moment he stopped then nodded his head letting you lean in closer before he did the same until his lips touched yours in a simple kiss that had you gripping his shirt pulling him closer while his hands found purchase on your waist helping you straddle his waist, his tongue ran along the seam of your lips dipping inside stroking yours while reaching up to cup the back of your neck deepening the kiss.

You ground against his cock that strained in his sweats leaving an imprint that you humped your clothed cunt on tightening your arms around his neck rutting your hips pulling away from his mouth, “Shorts.”

Kento let go watching you scramble off his lap pulling your shorts down slowly while wiping his palms down his sweats as his dick throbbed harder seeing your choice of panties, ones he’s washed once or twice and folded tucking them neatly in the top drawer of your dresser.

Next came your underwear which landed in his lap when you threw it, he looked down and grabbed them tucking them in his pocket and helping you back on his lap his lips finding yours while your hands pawed at the band of his sweats pulling his dick out, running the tips of your fingers up and down his shaft feeling the warm and soft skin before wrapping your fist around the base jerking him off spreading your legs letting him stroke your bare cunt.

His fingers spread your slick along your lips with a soft squelch before dipping two slender digits inside your cunt curling and rubbing the spot that made your hand stop and squeeze his dick arching your back letting out a moan bucking your hips letting him finger fuck you.

“You’re a soaking mess just for me, I heard him try to get you off and failed every time, I bet you just want to cum so bad,” Kento grunted thrusting his hips up fucking your fist back watching your mouth hang open while nodding your head, “I can tell you’re close. Do it.” He whispered.

It should be embarrassing that he’s heard the way your ex failed to get you off, it was clear in the way you ended up faking the whole thing then Kento could tell in the morning when he served you both breakfast but hearing him your cunt fluttered hard letting your orgasm take over while moaning his name over and over again, he waited until you came down from your high snaking his free hand up his sweatshirt cupping your breast palming it then trailing the tips of his fingers over your nipple feeling it harden pulling and tugging on it eliciting more moans from you.

“Kento!” You whimpered reaching for his wrist, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt drenched with your cum and slick, he slid his other hand under your sweatshirt covering your pebbled nipple before switching and lifting the material to latch onto your breast closing his eyes adorned with beautiful lashes, his tongue swirled around before letting his teeth nip at you making you yelp moving your hand to rake your fingers over his undercut moving up to his hair.

You grasped the base of his cock to rub against your swollen clit, your cunt was dripping smearing with his pre-cum down his shaft as you rutted up and down letting him slide in between your lips before slowly angling your hips and feeling the swollen head thrust in making both of you gasp as you lowered yourself down with his help until he bottomed out relishing in the way your pussy fluttered around him.

“Oh fuck, you’re so wet and warm. I don’t think that he could make you feel this good, he had no idea how to please a woman like you now fuck yourself stupid on my cock.” Kento groaned moving his mouth off your breast and thrusting his hips up while helping you grind down on him.

Kento kept his fingers deep in the flesh of your hips moving them back and forth then up and down throwing his head back so you could kiss his neck tracing his pulse with your tongue moaning against his skin, “You feel amazing inside me.” You whispered kissing up to his ear before pulling back and slotting your lips against his feeling him reach down between where you two were connected to rub your clit feeling your muscles clench tightly chasing your second climax, his balls tightened close to his own.

With one final thrust, he held your hip with one hand cumming in thick hot ropes that leaked out when he slowly pulled out, Kento watched it dribble back out dripping down his cock and making a mess, with his help you collapsed half in his lap and half on the couch letting him massage your lower back kissing the top of your head, “That was wonderful, do you feel any better?” He asked hoping it wasn’t something you regretted.

You picked your head up pecking his lips with a soft nod before sitting up, “Let’s jump in the shower?” You suggested feeling a lot better.

After the shower, Kento helped you into your bed letting you borrow his clothes, “Would you mind sleeping with me tonight?” You asked holding his hand and letting him snuggle in next to you wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“I guess after what we just did it wouldn’t hurt anything, sleep well beautiful.” He murmured kissing your head again and listening to you fall asleep, your soft breathing filled the quiet bedroom lulling Kento into sleep where he dreamt about you.

Sun shone through your curtains waking you up along with the smell of breakfast being cooked, you looked around your bed before sitting up and looking for your clothes, once you were dressed you headed into the kitchen to see Kento sitting at the island, “Good morning, how did you sleep?” He asked standing up to pull the barstool out and gesturing to your plate.

“Morning handsome, I slept well. You?” You sat next to him falling into the same routine but this morning it was different when he put his hand on your knee leaning in for several kisses in between bites and drinks of his tea, the bitter taste staining your lips but it was something you didn’t mind.

The day went on normally after breakfast and since it was Sunday you and Kento cleaned the apartment and did laundry stopping to take a break and sitting down on the couch, before he sat down he took his shirt off folding it, and placing it on the armrest, “It’s hot in here.” He said you glanced over at him debating on what you wanted to do before leaning over kissing him grabbing his hand standing up guiding him to your bedroom.

Kento wrapped his arms around you letting you walk him back to your bed pushing him down, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch you kneel between his spread legs tugging the band of his shorts down freeing his cock, the head lightly flushed with pink the rest of it pale and creamy, two veins that ran on the underside paired with a sack that was heavy and begging to be drained, spreading your legs you lowered your head swirling your tongue around the slit before sucking.

He perched his hand on the back of your head letting you bob up and down, his eyes focused on the spit that glistened under the soft glow of your lamp that also cast a warm hue over you, his head fell back moaning your name over and over, you ran your tongue up and down and around him like an expert, “Just like that, keep sucking.” Kento grunted debating if he wanted to finish in your mouth or not, the warmth of cunt couldn’t be beaten so he pulled away letting you take a breath.

Drool coated your lips glossing them, his hand cupped under your chin grazing his thumb over them, “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured smearing your spit before popping his digit in your mouth watching you suck on it.

“Now it’s my turn for a taste,” Kento said helping you on your back before taking your shirt off, he followed you down kissing you moving down your neck to the valley between your breasts dragging the tip to your belly button then the band of your shorts spreading your thighs, “we need to remove these, they’re just going to get in the way for what I have planned.”

Your cunt quivered at his words and his touch, his hands down pulling your shorts down throwing them over his shoulder before turning back to between your legs grabbing the elastic of your panties pulling them up giving you a wedgie, his eyes wide with lust and desire seeing the damp spot that formed, “You have the prettiest pussy ever.” Kento cooed leaning in licking a wide stripe before pulling away and watching your clit throb under the fabric.

He hooked his fingers in your underwear and tugged them off letting them join with your shorts on the floor, now that your pussy was bare in front of him he took his time wrapping his arms up and around your thighs keeping them open as he buried his tongue between your lips licking up and down before settling on your clit sucking on the bud switching his movements up, “I’m going to make sure you won’t be able to think of anyone ever again.” He murmured moving his hands to spread you open to his liking.

Kento stroked his tongue over and over your pussy again while you fisted the sheets arching your back and squeezing his head, the familiar feeling of warmth erupted in your belly spreading to your limbs and weighing them down, his fingers joined creating a pleasure-inducing symphony making you sing out his name, “Oh–I’m cumming!” You moaned throwing your head back against the pillow humping his face and fingers.

He licked at you slowing down the pace before pulling out and sitting up looking at your cum covered pussy, he traced your slit glancing at you, “A sight I could get used to.” He whispered.

A sight Kento still hasn’t gotten used to even though he ends up in your bed every night with his face buried between your legs making you forget all your problems.

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[sepherinaspoppies]

Tell It To My Heart

pairing: Original Male Character x Modern! Reader x Dark! Book Aemond Targaryen

summary: In her honeymoon with her new husband, Armando, she can not help but crave her first husband's touch, Aemond.

warnings: mentions of slight violence, handjob, p and v sex, and future spoilers to my main story. reader is Latina!

wc: 2,478

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notes: I'm still deciding if I should let Armando live or not lol. but anyways enjoy besties! btw Armando's face claim is Danny Ramirez ;)

“M’ not drunk, mi amor.” (my love)

Armando bibulously says as she settles her, now husband, into their honeymoon bed. She chuckles, shaking her head side to side in disbelief. “Sure you aren’t, I’ll be the judge of that in the morning when you wake up with that hangover.” She playfully quipped back, untying Armando’s shoes to get him nice and comfortable. 

“Well I had to drink for two since you can’t—” 

“Hmm, I never asked you to drink for me, Armando.” She continued to tease, holding his gaze. 

Armando smiled lovingly before he sat up straight as his tipsy self could, “I know you didn’t but I wanted to, Mrs. Flores.” It was not the new surname that made her blush beet red, but the low and suggestive timbre of his voice. 

Armando’s smile slowly abated into an angry expression as his eyes trailed from the precious diamond wedding he slid hours ago, to the faded scars around her wrists. One could hardly see them from afar but up close where he sat, he was able to make out thick circular and pink markings. 

Armando had known the cause for such ghastliness. She had confessed the whole elusive truth to Armando, in the following weeks she had moved in with him to Oaxaca. It happened when Armando started growing concern for the sixth time in a row, waking up to ear-piercing screams in the middle of the night from his fiance. 

She expected him to push her away or call her crazy, that she’d been forcefully transported into a world she only knew existed in books. Armando’s expression showed nothing of disbelief or skepticism, he listened to everything attentively letting his amor explain it all to him. (love)

What Armando could not wrap his head around, was what kind of man could ever do such malice in the name of love? Love is kind, tender, and respectful. At least that’s how Armando grew up with defining it. 

Now that they were finally together, he vowed that he would never hurt or mistreat his wife. And may the Gods strike him down if he ever did. 

She trembled as her curly headed husband brought her hands closely to study them. His touch was delicate, making sure he didn’t press too firmly on the pink scars. 

“I meant what I said in my vows,” Armando softly speaks, his brown eyes holding steady against her own. “That I will never hurt or mistreat you.” 

“I know you won’t.” 

“But at any given point that I do, you can smash a wine bottle on my head too.” Armand laughed, and immediately she threw her head back, joining in to his giggles.

After she explained all the details of her grand escape, Armando tried to hide his amused smile, proud that she’d knocked Aemond out with a wine bottle to his head. Though what was more hysterical, was Aemond orgasming in the process. She did not mention that to Armando, not that he needed to know. 

Armando’s hands intertwined with her own as his lips brushed the skin where her scars laid, giving featherlike pecks all around. She sighed, closing her eyes, comforted by the feeling of her new husband’s warmth. 

“As long as I’m alive, you and our child are safe.” Armado promised devoutly. If it were possible, her heart almost soared out of her chest. 

When Armando confessed his love for her, minutes before he got down on one knee, she had asked him if he could still love her pregnant with another man’s baby. That did not discourage Armando one bit, the twenty-five year old loved her and the child she was carrying. To him a baby was one of the greatest blessings a couple could have, and Armando would help raise and care for their child like a good husband would do. 

In Armando’s eyes, the frijolito was his too. (little bean)

Blood doesn’t make you family. Family is who is there by your side, through the good and the bad and who love you regardless. 

Armando paused, his face becoming crestfallen. “I-I know you may not love me—” He stuttered full of nerves before she interrupted.

“Armando.”

“But… I do want this marriage to work. And I’m willing to wait as many decades more until you are ready to give me your corazón.” (heart)

She hesitantly shifted, before she swung her legs to either side of Armando’s to sit on his lap. Armando’s eyes widened in full surprise, taken back at her sudden boldness. They’ve never sat this close before nor been in such an intimate position. 

They have kissed, yes, but only mere pecks to each other’s cheeks and once on the lips when the priest declared them as man and wife. 

Armando knew his wife had no love for physical contact. Especially if she did not see it coming. After both Alys and Aemond, she wanted no one close to touching her. Though, she did feel guilty when Armando would approach her in a hug after coming home tired from work. 

Little by little she tried to work over her fear. First it was holding pinkies to the mercado but with a good distance between them. Then once that voice inside her head became hushed, she granted him permission to hold her hand out in public, shoulder to shoulder. (market)

The pecks began when a certain desire started blooming inside her. It was natural, of course, her doctor told her so. So when Armando came home with a bag full of tacos and a bundle of her favorite flowers, she approached him with multiple kisses to his face. 

Later on that night, she ashamedly humped her pillow with Aemond’s tunic she kept during her escape back to the modern world. For some reason she could not explain, she didn’t get rid of it. The lustful part of her was overjoyed she didn’t as she used it for the sweet release her body deeply craved. 

In such a position, she could smell Armando’s sandalwood cologne and admire the freckles she never knew he had. She thought about what Alys had said, about opening her heart out to him. 

Little by little. 

“Mi corazón es tuyo.” She whispered softly, her lips brushing his. Armando didn’t have time to respond, choosing rather to tug the back of her neck to close the thin gap between them. (my heart is yours)

He groaned at the softness of her lips he desperately yearned for. Her kiss topped any others his lips laid on. The sort of kiss worth dying for. If she didn’t want to continue further, Armando could finish just by this alone. 

She swiped her tongue on his bottom lip, requesting access before he granted it to her. His kiss was the opposite to what Aemond’s had been. With Aemond, it was needy, rushed, and possessive. But Armando kissed her delicately, without hurry, and most importantly consensually. 

Armando began to whine as her hips started to slightly rock against his pelvis, where he knew his member was surely growing hard. 

“Wait,” Armando suddenly pulled away. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this. I’m perfectly content with just watching our telenovela and ordering some tortas and aguas frescas.”

She giggled, using her hands to push his chest down onto the bed. “It is our honeymoon, it would be a shame if we didn’t break the bed in.” Besides they could do all that in the comfort of their home, she wholeheartedly wanted him.

“I’m sure I want this, Armando.” 

It was all Armando needed to hear, but before acting he needed to confess something he thought was embarrassing. “Um, I’m gonna need you to help me. I’ve actually never done this before and I reckon one of us oughta know what they’re doing.” He admitted with his eyes casting downward. 

Her jaw dropped at his unexpected confession, “You’re a virgin?” She reassured, wanting to hear it again. Armando nodded with his eyes closed, awaiting for her to get off him. Though he wished she didn’t. 

“I’ve only done it once, though I don’t recall much of it. We can both figure it out together.” She figured that if he confessed something private about him, so could she. 

Armando opened his eyes and gave her an encouraging smile. 

They began making a work out of their clothes, she anxiously chuckled when she couldn’t reach the zipper of her dress but with Armando’s help the garment slid right down at her waist, exposing her bare breasts to Armando’s curious eyes. 

“Beautiful.” He murmured loud enough for her to hear. With a nod of approval, he palmed each heavy breast and almost immediately pulled back as she gasped in both relief and pleasure, small beads of milk running down his fingers. 

Armando hummed at the taste, it was sweet. He found himself a little jealous of their unborn child for it would be dining on her sweet breasts. 

“Please use your mouth,” She abashedly pleaded, pushing her breasts close to his face. Armando didn’t need to be told twice, he took each pebbled nipple to his mouth, swirling and suckling his tongue, digesting her sweetness. 

She sighed, lacing her fingers through his curls, tugging his head back for another kiss. Little droplets of her milk remained on his lips yet she didn’t care. 

Armando’s free hand pulled down the rest of her dress off, leaving her with just her white lacy underwear. He cheekily smiled, it had been a gift from him for their wedding but she was unaware of it. 

Her fingers unlooped the red tie around Armando’s neck, throwing it somewhere across the room along with his dress shirt. She let her hands wander around the smoothness of his chest, feeling his heart race at her palm. 

Armando shuddered once her fingers started to trail down the patch hair right below his belly button, stopping right on the belt of his pants. “Can I?” She questioned, nudging her head to where he needed her the most. 

Armando fervently nodded, “Gods, yes, please. I think I’ll die if you don’t.” 

She giggled, unbuckling the belt, his pants and boxers down his legs. With curiosity, she let her eyes linger on his cock. It was a good length. Enough to not hurt her the slightest. Where Aemond’s was impressively long and overly thick, Armando was less smaller yet firmer. 

She thought about what her friends had told her: “Sometimes big doesn’t always mean great.” 

Gods she hoped so. 

She reached forward, wrapping her hand around his length, hot, heavy, and pulsating. Armando mewled, instinctively bucking his hips up desperate for some friction. Wanting to give her husband just what he yearned, she began to give him slow pumps up and down his length. His sounds of pleasure increased and she found herself also releasing soft moans, getting wetter and wetter by it alone. 

“Shit, I’m gonna come.” Armando heavily panted. She worked her hand faster, brushing her thumb lightly on his flushed tip, causing him to stutter his release. 

There was a dazed look in Armando’s eyes as he tried to take in the aftereffects of his climax. However, the sight of his wife bringing her come-covered hand to her mouth, instantly made him grow hard again. 

By all means, Armando’s taste wasn’t unpleasant and it resembled the amounts of oranges he often ate. 

She leaned forward to kiss Armando again, allowing him to taste how sweet he was. He ardently kissed her back with equal fervor, flipping them around so that she laid beneath him. Her huge bump pressed against his lower stomach, a primal feeling he absolutely loved. 

After pulling down her underwear, Armando slowly started to make his way down between her thighs, when she looped her fingers through his hair. “I want you right now,” She writhed against the sheets. 

Armando arched a brow, “You don’t want me to return the favor?” He pouted whilst looking down there. She shook her head, wrapping her legs around his waist. 

Though Armando wanted to have just a simple taste of her goodness, he did as she wished for. He gave himself a few more tugs before swiping his tip between her folds, gathering some of her excessive wetness to not hurt her as he went inside. 

Her eyes, which she did not realize were closed, shot open. There was a slight sting, not painful enough to move away but sufficient to feel little shocks of pleasure. With Aemond, it had hurt even with the two rounds of preparation before with his mouth and fingers. 

Armando’s eyes rolled at the back of his head, he didn’t know if he could last in such paradise he felt. She was so warm, wet, and tight around him. 

He took a deep breath and with a nod of encouragement, he slowly thrust his hips at an angle that made her squeeze his length so deliciously. “You feel so good, amor. So fucking good,” Armando praised, rubbing his palm around her belly. 

She moaned against his neck at the praise. While the speed of his thrusts felt good, it wasn’t enough to get her there. She wanted him to go faster and harder, to fill every single crevice within her that desperately needed to be filled. 

Shame started to loom at her as she subconsciously knew she craved the way Aemond hit that special spot inside that had her moaning loud, deep in the castle of Harrenhal. 

Even universes away she craved him. 

And she hated it. 

“Faster, please.” She pleaded, bucking her hips up with his thrusts.

Armando halted, moving his head out of her neck. “I don't want to hurt the baby.” Last thing Armando wanted was to cause her premature labor. She was still months away from her due date but he didn’t want to risk it. 

She shook her head, “You won’t, please. Por favor amor, I need it.” (please love)

Armando hesitantly quickened his thrusts, feeling his euphoric release closely approaching. 

She rolls her hips against his, it was slightly better but still not enough. She almost wanted to cry in desperation, instead she grips Armando’s hips, guiding him into that special spot. Her grip was vice-like causing Armando to hiss in both pain and pleasure. He only needed a few more thrusts to near his end. 

She moans when she starts to feel it. “Oh Gods,” She whimpered, digging her nails on Armando’s hip bones, tugging him deeper and harder similar to Aemond’s movements. 

Armando’s release washes over him like a tide. He never felt this good before, especially with the woman he always loved. He lets his wife chase her pleasure like the good husband he is. 

But what he hears next causes his loving smile to drop. 

“Oh, Aemond!” 

Notes: I'm sorry Armando lol.

#aemond targaryen x reader #dark aemond x reader #aemond targaryen fanfiction #hotd fanfic #aemond one eye

[thatonepersonwhocantwrite]

Hello hope all is well! I was wondering if you could write something for blood of Zeus. I’m not sure if you do platonic for it but if you do and want to, could you right some fluff where reader is like a son/daughter figure to a lot of the gods? Like Hermes, Apollo, Aries, and others as well? Like I think it would be funny if everyone is warned to not to bother Aries but he has a clear soft spot for reader. and maybe could you include a scenario where reader is maybe hit on/flirted with in front of everyone and some of the gods get all protective. If you are able I would love to see how you would write this! If it could be gender neutral that would be grand but if not female pronouns are fine!

A/n hi I'm so sorry this took a while this was requested like a month ago I'm so sorry

Family

Platonic Olympians x sibling reader

Blood of Zeus Fandom

Trigger warnings Zeus cheating on Hera, Ares being violent at first (not towards the reader)

Ares might be OOC

You were enjoying your time on Earth away from Olympus while it had only been a few hours it was amazing. You love your family you really do sometimes you just needed time away from them and their drama especially when you're father was constantly cheating on your mother. Fun times. Well you were enjoying it until you felt a gust of wind.

Wooosh!

Hermes! Y/n yelled as Hermes once again stopped right in front of them reaching his hand up to ruffle their hair.

"Awwe come on man what is this pick on your younger sibling day?" Y/n asked in a sarcastic tone as Hermes chuckled Hermes ruffles your hair again as he smirk “It’s always pick on your younger sibling day, you should know this now” Hermes replied

How'd you even find me so quickly? I only left a few hours ago .... Y/n asked

Hermes shrugs “It’s not hard to find you, just look for the person who’s being a pain in everyone’s ass”

I mean it's not that hard when he's standing right in front of me. Y/n replied

Hermes laughs as he ruffles my hair again “Damn you’ve gotten snarky”

Honestly sometimes it felt like you're siblings and half siblings were your parents instead of Hera and Zeus

" Ok ok I get it dad." You said teasingly

Hermes was about to say something but there was a loud crash in distance then a whining noise

Wait here. Hermes said

Wait Her!!!! And he's gone. You muttered to yourself

"Of course he is because why would he even listen to me?" You asked yourself. No you didn't in fact wait there instead you wandered around until you came across a cute little village . However as you were exploring the small little village a particular creepy looking elderly couple kept following you around. Your dumb ass thought hey maybe I can loose them in an alley way. Nope that didn't work at all they followed you.

Although you were already 90% sure that wouldn't work you did it anyway but you still decided screw it. Now you were screwed. The lady opened her mouth you saw something big and metal. You smirked and took a few steps back the old couple looked confused wondering why you stepped back. "We're not going to hurt you." The elderly lady said. "Oh I know you won't." You replied as a spike hammer hit the elderly couple in the back of the heads.

" Come on Y/ n you're smarter then going into an alley way. " Ares said.

" Yeah I know I know I wasn't thinking clearly. " You replied. You swear his eyes softened for a moment.

"Are you alright?" Ares asked

"Awwwe are you worried about me big brother?" You asked in a teasing tone big mistake .

You and Ares had a sparring match and you are now incredibly sore.

When you arrived back to Olympus with Ares you were tackled into a hug by Hermes.

"Where were you?! I told you to stay put but you didn't!" Hermes exclaimed.

You were extremely grounded by litterly everyone in the room.

" Ready for round two Y/n?" Ares asked.

"Fuck yeah!" You replied

"None better disturb our sparring or you might just find yourself on the wrong side of my fist ." Ares said

After the second sparring match you two sat down and told stories well Ares told stories about war and blood shed you fell asleep exhausted from the days events.

#x reader #yn #blood of zeus hermes #blood of zeus ares #blood of Zeus #boz x reader #boz #heron blood of zeus #blood of zeus x reader #poc gender neutral reader

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exit music (for a film)

Would it hurt to pretend while bleeding out in a parking lot that it could've been different? That there was another way? Some fairy tale ending?

-Tags by @upwardsdescensum

He feels the first shot, but not the second, or the third.

The third one's the bitch, the one that knocks him flat. He barely registers the impact of his skull on the pavement. There's no pain, just a general awareness. A system-wide panic signal.

He thinks to himself, this is it, motherfucker.

He feels heat in his chest like water soaking through clothes. Like when you're eight years old and you piss the bed and you don't tell Ma because she'll whoop your ass. The carpet in his room is older than he is, worn and grimy. He can feel it, under his neck, under his arms. Sees the popcorn ceiling stained tobacco brown from the hurricane when he was ten.

"Why're you on the floor?"

The sound of Randy's voice in his bedroom catches him off guard. He rolls his head to the side and there he is, sitting on the edge of his bed, real as can be. Looking at him without a lick of fear, without reproach. Just looking at him.

"I like it down here," Benson says, and it's sort of true. He's slept in this spot more nights than he can count, staring up at the ceiling in the dark. He crosses his arms behind his head. "Super comfortable."

Randy scoffs, rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. Benson likes it when he smiles. "You're a dumbass."

Now that's funny. Benson laughs, delighted, and something tears in his chest. Something spills. "Watch your mouth, choir boy."

Randy gives him this look, this conspiratorial little sideways glance that reminds Benson of being in sixth grade and lighting up a Winston around the corner at recess.

He leans forward, whispers. "You're a dumbass."

Benson feels a swell of pride and affection and something seeping into his lungs. "You're a fucking spitfire, huh? World better watch out."

Randy leans back on his hands, kicks his heel against the bedframe. "Are you gonna show me that song or what?"

Benson looks down the length of his arm. His hand is resting on the shitty little boombox he saved up for when he was fifteen. "Oh. Yeah." He fumbles for the play button, fingers slippery. He can't remember what CD he's got loaded until it starts up.

That there, that's not me

Oh. Yeah. Fucking Radiohead.

I go where I please

It's kind of a bummer song and he can't remember why he wanted to show it to Randy, but he looks at him and the guy's got his head tilted back, and he's not really looking at the ceiling, he's not really looking anywhere, he's just listening. Like, actually listening.

I walk through walls, I float down the Liffey

Benson's eyes follow the line of his throat up to the plush of his lips and he swallows hard. His tongue tastes like pennies. Makes him think of the fight he picked on his last day of high school junior year, how long the blood stayed in the concrete of the sidewalk.

Randy looks at him with those eyes, blue as the ocean. He's only been there once, drove himself the day he got the Chrysler. Went alone. Felt so impossibly small, like maybe none of it mattered after all. Like maybe he was stupid for thinking it did.

I'm not here, this isn't happening

"This is nice," Benson says, and it comes out choked and wet. He's always wanted to do this. Sit and share music with someone. Anyone. The fact that it's Randy here, in his room, on his bed--too fucking good to be true.

"You sure you don't want to come sit by me?" Randy asks.

Of course he does. Of course he does, but he knows that's not an option. "Nah. I'm alright."

I'm not here, I'm not here

Randy furrows his brow. "Want me to come sit by you?"

"No, you stay there." Benson rests his hand on his chest and the weight of it surprises him. "You're perfect right there. You're perfect."

A blush creeps up Randy's cheeks. "I'm not...perfect."

Benson smiles, thinks about the day Randy started at the restaurant. How the last thing he wanted to do that Saturday was train some newbie shithead and how instead, this pretty blonde fawn of a boy followed at his heels and did everything right the first time.

"Yeah, you are."

Something starts to burn, deep in the center of his chest, like someone putting out a cigarette on his diaphragm. He looks up at the ceiling and it's black, cottony and starless.

In a little while, I'll be gone

"You like the song?" There's a tremor, a desperate edge to his voice that scares him. He's so sick and tired of being scared. He's so sick and tired.

He glances over at Randy and he looks...resigned. Regretful. He smiles, though, nods. "Yeah, Benson. I like the song."

The whites of his eyes are tinged red. No, blue. No, red. Benson hopes he isn't crying. He hates seeing him cry.

"You're gonna be okay," he says, a little too forcefully. "Yeah?"

Randy nods again. "I think so."

The moment's already passed

The burning is getting worse. Breathing aches, feels like drowning. He digs his nails into his palms. "You fucking better be."

Randy folds those knobby fingers in his lap, leans forward. "I'll do my best, Benson. I promise."

He smiles sadly, and Benson believes him.

Yeah, it's gone, and I'm not here

The carpet disappears. The asphalt underneath him is still warm from the sun. The ocean sloshes in his chest and now he feels it, now it hurts like he thought it would. The sky is black and cottony. Starless. The bed is gone, Randy is gone. He can still hear the song, though.

This isn't happening

He thought it'd be faster. Seems like it's taken years. But it's coming, now, after all this fucking time, the heat fading fast to a hollow, stinging cold, and then to nothing. His fingers and toes go first, hands and feet, and so on. He's got one good breath left. One more. And then it's over.

I'm not here, I'm not here

Fuck, he's relieved and he wishes he wasn't. Wishes he was anywhere but here. Anyone but himself.

He catches a glimpse of him in his periphery at the last second. Sitting on the curb like a kid left at the Winn-Dixie, all elbows and knees. He's crying, dammit. Benson supposes he can't blame him this time, because he's crying too. It's fucking tragic, all of it, the whole fucking thing.

Strobe lights and blown speakers

But it's okay, really. Randy's gonna be okay. He promised. Benson trusts him. He did what he could, he really tried. And maybe this, at least, he managed to succeed at.

Fireworks and hurricanes

The last breath hurts the worst.

I'm not here, this isn't happening

He holds Randy's name on his tongue for good luck. For safekeeping. For the hell of it. And he lets all the rest of it go.

I'm not here, I'm not here

The exhale is euphoric.

#the passenger #the passenger 2023 #the passenger fanfiction #benson the passenger #randy bradley #stockroom syndrome #ranson #does benson listen to radiohead??? uhhhhh yup #i hope this is fitting. tryna let go of my crazy wild expectations for myself and just be cool #it's going. great #also yes i know the title is a different song it's thematic leave me alone

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Ok hear me out, what if the yv listeners were single parents? Man, can you image the drama and more fluffy family time!!🥺

Holy shit thats a kid-

Bc there's so many listeners I'm doing Sugarboo, Casper, and Sunflower. If you want a pt2 just ask!

100% made Seth think Alphonse moved on quickly bc he got someone pregnant.

Sugarboo

When Seth first showed up he didn't know and it hurt even more. But when him and Boo met up at the woods they cleared it up.

"I'm going to tell you this once. Alphonse loves you, but I have a kid to protect and ill fuck you up if you do something."

Seth nodded along didn't really know what to say since yeah what parent wouldn't want to protect their kid?

Alphonse is the fun parent to the kid. But will make sure they brush their teeth! After giving them a couple of treats from the shop first tho!

The kid who ima nickname Bun is a really loving kid. Like they saw Seth and was like your cool! And asked a thousand questions at once.

The breakfast was more awkward, bc Bun never say Al yell before and it kinda made then sad. Bc everyone else was getting sad then started crying.

This made Boo snap at Al, Seth too bc he didn't want the kid to listen to all this. So after making up Alphonse apologized to Boo and Bun.

When Seth came back Bun cried seeing him hurt and lied next to him. They dragged him everywhere when he was getting use to being with Boo and Al.

The pillow fort ep was even more sweet bc Bun showed the trio a lil drawing they made. Seth damn near cried.

But oh loorrd the one where Jessie's hair was gifted to Seth? That made it thousands times worse bc the note even hinted at Bun. Seth felt even more ashamed of himself bc he put a kid in danger.

The want of Boo staying in town was even more now bc of Bun. But Boo knew they needed to be there and was stubborn about it.

We can say that Bun stayed in town with some old lady Boo trusted but...who would want their kid away from them?

The car ride there was even more tense when everyone said they're in it. Bun hugged the trio to try and make everyone feel better.

Bun and Boo stayed in the car with Bun being hidden well so if something happens Boo can hide them. Charlie saw the end of the barrel when looking at Boo.

When meeting Jessie Bun tried eating a cookie and did a lil kid cough. Then whined about not getting anything to eat, so Boo whipped something up rq.

Bun was there hugging Seth when he cried. People forget kids are emotionally intelligent sometimes so when Bun figured out Jessie made Bun's favorite uncle/dad figure? They sticker their young out and blew a raspberry.

Charlie being in the room to talk to them was more tense bc Boo was ready to grab him. Even standing in front of the bed glaring hard at him.

Boo's decision going with Derek was even more drastically more needed. Bc he said something about "such a cute lil kid ya got there. Sugar." Boo almost shot him right there.

Everyone was desperate and distraught when Boo left. Bun was crying and Alphonse was trying to calm them. Bun stayed with Jessie and the boys left.

Boo pointing the gun was leaning a bit more twords a parent needing to protect their kids. Also when Al sees Finn he tells the blonde he better make everything right bc he has a kid to protect.

I can see so many cute thing sharpening with Bun and the boys. Seth and Alphonse spoil them so Boo gotta be the bad cop between them all.

Seth shows Bun how to hike and make things he learned when younger. Even telling him stories too!

Alphonse loves having his lil candy taste tester around. He also helps sneak some baked goods to them if Boo let's Al have some.

Casper

Them having a kid would actually break Charlie. Bc he lost his chance of course they found someone that loved them and gave them a kid.

But blah blah other parent gone so when Charlie does meet the lil ghoul their eyes sparkle asking about his skateboard and his hat.

Charlie kinda has a hard time connecting with he kid. Since he did sell shit to kids when younger.

"Charlie, it's okay. I trust you with ghoul. Your my friend stupid."

Charlie smiled at the words and did try to connect with the kid. He actually really connected with them bc he's a kid at heart.

The sleepover ep was different when Casper slashed Charlie's tires bc ghoul cheered when they did.

Also with truth and dare they played a kiddy version with ghoul before they knocked out. Then the confession happened.

The mall date was cute bc everyone thought they were a small family and ghoul just said how his parents were cool bc they rode skateboards.

With dancing at the abandon school ghoul had a babysitter at the house. Casper and ghoul tried to convince Chalrie to stay but he left </3 but then returned with another child! A fur baby :o

Ghoul loves lil guy and helps take care of them. They are basically siblings even fighting over a pizza slice once. Since the eye was hurt on lil guy ghoul gave them one of their pirate eye patches.

Sweet Pete loves the kid and makes sure to give them a pizza when they come over. Off of Charlie's pay check of course.

Going to the skate part is a MUST with this lil family. Ghoul learns trucks that Casper and Charlie did when younger. It's so cute when they got so excited when they landed their first kick flip!

If Charlie ever does introduce the kid and Casper (again) to his parents they love the two. His mom spoils the kid and his dad bonds a but with them.

Charlie really wants to better himself even more with Casper and ghoul bc he wants to be someone their gonna be proud of.

Sunflower

When first going into Talk Floral Finn was suprised seeing the lil hands of seed touching the counter showing off some change to get a lil rose for their parent.

Seed loves Finn's rambling and saw him staring at their parent and giggled.

When coming back again Seed asks if they can learn more from him. Which gives Sunflower the opportunity to ask as well.

So Seed and Sunflower get to have classes and stuff. Finn really connects with the kid even calling them seedling jokenly. But it really stuck with them.

When they went to the cafe and the drink spilled Sunflower made sure nothing got on Seed. Finn was panicking and almost cried but got embarrassed like in the og bc he was wiping too close to Sunflowers personal space.

Sadly Seed wasn't there when Sunflower asked him out but demanded to be om the date.

But we know Finn got distracted and such so Seed gave him a glare when coming in. But apologized when Sunflower noticed it and scolded them.

With the Yule ep all three made lists of snow angels and snowmen! Seed was cozy in a big thick coat while being on their parents lap listening to Finn. They even fell asleep first.

Seed prefers to be om their parents back when sleeping so during the cuddling ep Seed agreed with Finn saying that their parent should stay. They fell asleep again and when they woke up they were babysat by Finn.

Seed goes to parks a lot so they get flowers to Finn. Like those ones you see all the time and says it's to add to his collection. Finn keeps them all, even pressing them so he can put them on a bookmark.

Finn is clumsy but makes sure the kid is safe at all times. Like he tried to carry them once and fell but made sure to lean as hard as he can to protect them.

Finn is the best at calming Seed down and getting them to say what they want. It's okay use your big words Seedling. And Seed tells him what they need or what happened.

Finn also kinda feels like he's not the best example for a kid but Sunflower shuts that down saying how he handles Seed perfectly bc even Sunflower had to admit that their a hand full sometimes.

#red rants #yuurivoice #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice charlie #yuurivoice finn #red answers #red writes #single parent reader

[ghostbox-nostalgia]

Old Faith courting and favour

I decided to write out some of the old faith courting rituals since I'm art blocked at the moment and I have Ideas. A lot of these will be based off of the sorta Victorian era way of flirting since I enjoy all of the little secret languages they had.

First off fan language. I like to think this predates the bishops, and they learned how to do it from their predecessors. There's a lot of issues with followers claiming favoritism and dissenting if one of the gods is seen flirting in the open, so they devised a way to communicate with their favored without judgement. i imagine this is the one that Narinder tends to favor since theres a few signals in the real life one that can convey if someone is listening in or following you, and I imagine that the practicality of it made that on more appealing, Also pretty boy with a pretty fan. obviously

Flower language. What god wouldn't give their favored a gift afterall? Flower language is the same as it is in real life, with the added layer of combining flowers to covey particular messages to the recipient. i imagine that the container in which it is given also plays a factor but not that much. i imagine to some degree all of the bishops used this way at least once, whether it was for flirting or not (death threats in the form of nightshade on your doorstep)

Gems and Jewelry. Different gems carry different meanings, the metal tells intent, and the type of jewelry shows who you received it from (so necklace for hekets cult, earrings for kallamars, etc.) Gold is usually given with the intent to marry (romance doesn't matter) and silver is given to those you consider close, whether it be family or friend. gems usually contain the qualities you admire within someone, So and example would be if you admired someone for eloquence and had intent to marry, you would give them a gold and emerald ring. Obviously Kallamar favors this method the most, and cares very little if people see that he favors someone above the rest. He typically gives pearl jewelry to people with specific colours depending the person. Also the jewelry type thing being cult related is a very loose rule, its just a fun thing the cultists decided on their own.

Fruit! its fig incident time (kinda). so you know how figs are typically associated with fertility? Well in old faith terms, offering someone a fig implied an invitation to bed and eating a fig out of someone's hand was akin to telling them to take you then and there. Hekets preferred method of courting, right up their with lavish feasts and specially cooked meals. i personally feel like shes too blunt a person for a proper courting phase so she just tends to get to the point rather quick. (theres a narilamb fig scene I have planned that I can't figure out how to explain but now yall have a basis to go off of so feel free to imagine)

Anyway thats all the ideas I had so far. Hope you guys like them! I'll always take suggestions though so don't be afraid to shoot me an ask :]

#cult of the lamb #cotl au #cotl bishops #tgoe au #the garden of eden au #cotl heket #cotl narinder #cotl kallamar #cotl leshy #cotl shamura #narinder flirts like an old man send tweet #Eden doesn't flirt so much as they make it very obvious they desire him carnally #its embarassing for the cult to witness #not because of eden #but because narinders just NOT getting it #the bishops are there by the time this starts so leshys just laughing his ass off

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Stinkin' Doctors | Grandma Susan + Reader

Familial! Grandma Susan + Grandchild Reader

Description: Rosie has implemented a new rule in Cannibal Town where everyone must attend yearly checkups at the doctors' to stay healthy. And lucky you: as Susan's grandchild, you get to be the one to drag her to hers.

(Notes: CW cannibalism, death, bad parents, creepy doctors) (gender neutral reader) (Reader is Susan's grandchild from when she was alive)

Words: 3,721

"You're kidding." You breathed as you leaned over the desk of the beautiful cannibal overlord, who also happened to be one of your dearest friends. "Every year?" Rosie simply nodded as she signed off on a few of the papers in front of her. The emporium hadn't even opened yet, but after receiving her call that morning, you'd rushed over in what was definitely not a panic to speak with her. 

"I need everyone in Cannibal Town to stay healthy, darling," she explained for the second time, "These appointments are just extra precaution; everyone will have them." You swallowed. That may have been true, but everyone wasn't your grandmother. 

"I get that," you sighed, running a hand through your hair, "But how am I supposed to get Grams to agree to that? We couldn't even convince her to see a doctor when she was on her death bed in life!" Rosie knew better than anyone just how stubborn your grandma could be, but she also knew that if there was one person who could get past her prickly nature to convince her, it was you.

"I know you can do it." She said with a reassuring smile now, "Even the meanest old lady's gotta listen to her grandchild sometimes; especially if they're as darling as you!" She reached up to pinch your cheek, which promptly grew slightly red from embarrassment. Your parents hadn't ended up in hell, which you had thought made your grandmother the only family you really had down here, but it was at times like this when you  realized that might not be so true. 

"Fine." You sighed, pushing away from the desk, "But don't have too much faith in me! Grams hates doctors." Rosie giggled as you headed for the door, already trying to come up with a way to break the news to your grandma. 

"Thank you!" She called genuinely as you left the emporium. She'd make it up to you later; maybe with a nicely cooked meal for your troubles. After all, if worst came to worst, Susan would listen to her if no one else, but she had confidence that as Cannibal Town's designated Susan-Wrangler, you could get her to her appointment on your own- and that it would be quite an entertaining process. 

..........

"Where are we goin'?" Susan asked for what was probably the seventh time in the last ten minutes as you lead her by the arm down the street. "First ya show up to my place uninvited, and then ya drag me out before the sun's even up without telling me why!" You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

"It's afternoon, Grandma," You calmly told her. Rosie had carefully made her appointment time a later one since she knew the old woman would pitch a fit at having been woken up early. "And we don't exactly have a proper sun here, anyway." 

"There ya go now, back talkin' me!" Susan spat, though she didn't let go of your arm, "Kids these days with their poor attitudes!" 

You sighed, putting on a bright smile as the two of you passed some familiar faces on the street. They waved and you returned the gesture in an attempt to keep some sort of positive relationship with the other cannibals; despite the old woman on your arm. 

"Sorry, Grandma." You replied finally, "But to answer your question; we're going to see the doctor, like I told you earlier." Of course, Susan hadn't exactly been listening when you'd mentioned that; picking the opportune moment of her meticulously choosing her parasol for the day to offhandedly explain it. 

She stopped in her tracks now; a flicker of fear hitting her eyes before she let go of you and crossed her arms over her chest with a defiant expression. 

"Like hell we are!" She snarled, "I don't needa see no filthy doctor!" You sighed; this had been the difficult part you'd anticipated. Well, one of them, anyway. 

"Grandma, it's okay," You tried to assure her, reaching for her elbow even as she began to shuffle away, "It's just a checkup; Rosie scheduled it for us." 

"I don't need anyone checking up anything of mine!" Susan shouted and you winced at how bad that sentence sounded, "Especially no stinkin' doctor!" Ignoring the fact that she'd literally been married to a 'stinkin' doctor' once while alive, you tried to remain patient. 

"It's just to make sure you're healthy and that nothing's wrong that we don't know about," you explained carefully, "Rosie's having everyone do it once a year now to keep us safer." Seeing that she still wouldn't budge, you took a step forward before adding, "And I'll be there the whole time, okay?"

Susan neither agreed nor disagreed but allowed you to gently take her arm once again and continue leading her down the street. Of course, that didn't come without its share of complaints either. 

"A checkup," she repeated more to herself than anything, "A damn checkup! What a stupid idea; everyone knows ya only go to the doctor if you're fucking sick!" You weren't sure whether she meant 'sick' as in a physical or mental illness, but when it came to your grandmother, it was best not to guess. She turned her gaze to you now as the two of you kept walking. "And I ain't sick!" 

"I know, Grandma," You replied, "That'll make the appointment even shorter, then!" Your words seemed to do little to comfort her though, because she continued muttering about how stupid this all was and how 'that filthy doctor would be lucky if she didn't bite his arm off when he got close' all the way to the clinic. 

Finally, you arrived and managed to drag Susan through the door despite her shouts of protest. You knew her anger wasn't directed towards you, though, but rather the situation itself. 

It was hard to tell, and if you weren't paying close attention you really could miss it, but she was nicer to you than anybody else in hell. Sure, she still made demeaning remarks and yelled at you often, but when it came down to it, you were her grandchild; the only thing her own kid had ever given her besides a headache, she'd once said. 

Now inside, you brought your grandma up to the counter even as she resisted your gentle pull of her arm. 

"Hi," you smiled brightly at the receptionist, whose eyes widened at the sight of the old woman beside you. Susan was extremely well-known throughout Cannibal Town, and sometime before you'd ended up in hell, had managed to gain the respect of nearly all its residents. You couldn't exactly blame them, though; underneath it all, you greatly respected her too.

It was her who'd stepped up to raise you in life when your parents had turned out to be bums, after all; taking responsibility for what her own child wouldn't. 

"Hello," the receptionist, whose black eyes matched everyone else in the cannibal colony, managed to regain her composure now, "Do you have an appointment?" 

"No, we came here to snack on some organ donations." Susan said sarcastically; a joke that would have landed better, if not for the surgical center being located in the same building. 

"Yes." You replied quickly, trying to sidestep your grandmother's rudeness. You'd long since given up on trying to get her to be any more polite than that; especially in a situation like this where she already didn't want to be here. 

The receptionist nodded before grabbing a clipboard with a small packet of paper attached. "Please fill this out and have a seat." You took the clipboard form her with a nod and then dragged Susan over to a set of chairs as far from the rest of the waiting room as you could possibly get. 

Once you were seated, you held the clipboard out to the old woman. "Now they're givin' homework; just great." She grumbled but took it anyway. 

"They just want to know your health history so they can properly treat you." You explained.

"And how is that any of their business?" Susan replied as she looked down at the paper. She squinted as you waited patiently for her fill it out. A second later, she dropped the clipboard on her lap with an irritated grumble. "They made the damn words too small!" She exclaimed as she crossed her arms, "I can't even see 'em." 

You sighed, taking the clipboard from her and looking it over. "They want you to sign your name here," you pointed to an empty line as you handed the pen back to her expectantly. She grumbled some more but did as you said, nonetheless. "And then here's a list of ailments. They want you to check the ones that affect you." 

"None; I ain't sick!" Susan exclaimed. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes once again and left the boxes blank. "The next questions are about your after-lifestyle," you explained, "They want to know how often you smoke, whether or not you drink; stuff like that." 

"Never." Your grandma said with a huff but you narrowed your eyes at her. Having seen both her smoking and drinking habits since ending up in hell, you knew that was a blatant lie. "Fine." She practically spat, "Twice a week." You nodded but checked the box labeled 'most days' instead. It was a more accurate representation of how she lived, anyway. 

You struggled through the health history questions next. Since your grandmother had rarely ever been to the doctors' even in life, she'd never exactly been diagnosed with anything, and claimed that therefore meant she'd been perfectly healthy, despite having died to one of her unknown ailments because she refused to get it checked in the first place. 

Finally, the paperwork was finished and you brought it over to the receptionist, who told you they'd call you back when they were ready. As you made your way back to the waiting area, you could hear Susan still grumbling rather loudly. 

"We better not be payin' for this shit." She threatened as you shook your head.

"We aren't, Grandma. It's part of Rosie's new program." You were well aware of the fact that the old woman didn't exactly stay up to date on current events but she nodded as if she knew what that meant anyway.

After a few minutes, you managed to tune out her muttering as you brought out a book to read while you waited. You knew better than to use a phone within the sight of your grandma, and this way, she wouldn't be able to complain about 'youth's these days' and how things had been better back when she was young. 

You were met with a few, brief moments of peace before she suddenly nudged you in the shoulder, causing you to look up from your book. "What is it?" You asked, noticing her expression was even more venomous than usual. She pointed at the receptionist's desk.

"Look at them," she said under her breath, "the nerve of some people." You held back a comment about her own nerve as you looked to the direction in which she was pointing, where a man sinner you assumed to be the doctor based on his white coat was chatting with the receptionist. He was leaning over her desk, both elbows resting on the wood as he propped his face up with his hands. 

"What?" You asked, turning back to your grandmother, "They're just talking." Though, the scene progressed a moment later as the doctor leaned in and planted a kiss on the receptionist's lips; gazing at her with lovesickness in his black eyes. 

Susan practically growled beside you and it was only then that you remembered the story of what had happened between her and your grandpa; the doctor. You'd never met the man in life but it seemed that past betrayal was setting her off now. 

"Stinkin' doctors..." She mumbled, grabbing a magazine from the table nearby in order to seem less interested in the situation than she was.

"Maybe they're a couple." You suggested, noticing the doctor wore a wedding ring on his left hand, "It's normal for them to kiss." Susan's eyes were practically shot daggers as she looked towards the name tag on the woman's desk, which had a different last name than the one on the doctor's name tag. 

"Maybe they kept their separate last names." You said with a shrug before going back to your book, "Either way, it's really none of our business." Your grandmother just glared down at her magazine.

"The nerve of some people..."

It wasn't until ten minutes later that Susan's name was finally called by the receptionist now that they were ready for her. The doctor was still waiting by the desk but gave you a warm smile as you stood from your chair and took your grandmother's arm once again. She seemed even less enthusiastic about this appointment than before, if that was even possible, but only presented minimal struggling as you dragged her to the hallway door. 

Behind you, someone else entered the clinic but you couldn't be bothered to care who it was; your first priority being to get your grandma to her checkup. You glanced back at the doctor, who waved you off.

"Room 3," he said, "I'll be with you in just a moment." And with that, he turned back to the desk, where another woman sinner was now standing with what looked like a cutely decorated lunchbox in hand. 

Finally, you dragged Susan through the doors, ignoring her keen interest in the group as you made your way to the room. It took nearly all your strength to get her inside, but eventually, the two of you sat on the patient's bed together with the examination room's door closed as you awaited the doctor. 

"If that fuckin' prick comes at me with a needle I'm biting his ear off." Your Grandma spat beside you.

"You're not supposed to get a shot today, so it should be fine, Grams." You told her with a sigh. You were beginning to run low on patience for the old woman by now, so it was a good thing the appointment would start soon. 

"You know the asshole's cheating on his wife?" Susan said suddenly, a scary glow in her eyes that made you shiver. 

"How do you know that?" You asked, knowing she was referring to the doctor. 

"You saw him getting hot and heavy with that receptionist!" Susan replied as if it were obvious, "But his actual wife just came in and brought him lunch. She had a ring and everything." She shook her head, "The nerve..." 

You weren't sure what to say about that, knowing your grandmother's personal stake in the matter. You supposed that was why the following words left your mouth.

"What was in the lunch?" 

Susan gave you a luck that warned against testing her like this but she answered your question anyway. "Skewered eyeballs." She replied, "And freshly baked fingers. She musta worked on those all mornin' just for that fucker to turn around and get with someone else." You sighed.

"That's too bad." What else were you supposed to say? You had enough on your plate already just from trying not to let your grandma run right out of the clinic. 

The rest of your time waiting for the doctor was spent in silence until he finally knocked on the door and both you and Susan stiffened as he entered. 

"Sorry about the wait!" The cannibal doctor exclaimed as he pulled up a rolling stool, "Now, Susan, I understand this is your first checkup with us?" 

"That's Miss Susan to you." The old woman replied and the doctor's smile faltered just a bit.

"Right..." he replied, glancing at you. You offered nothing more than a shrug so he turned back to his clipboard, "It looks like for your medical history you just wrote 'fuck you, you filthy doctor.' Can you tell me more about that?" Susan opened her mouth to speak, glad to have the chance to rip into the other sinner, but you quickly interjected.

"She didn't really go to the doctor much when we were alive," You explained, "So we weren't sure of any formal diagnoses." 

"Okay." The man replied as he noted that down, "And may I ask who you are?" There was a gleam of amusement in his eyes as he did so but you ignored it.

"Her grandkid," you told him simply. Although you'd opted to ignore the man's clear interest in you, it seemed Susan had chosen a different route. 

"So stop eyein' em up, buster!" She exclaimed. The doctor ignored her though; not focused on you. 

"It was very kind of you to take her to her appointment like this," he commented, making you feel slightly less comfortable in the room. 

"It's not a big deal..." You replied awkwardly before clearing your throat, "Now could we maybe hurry this along? Grams isn't fond of appointments like this." 

"Of course," The doctor replied, flashing his sharp white teeth at you, "I promise your grandmother will receive the best care we can give her." That seemed to finally be enough for Susan because she suddenly shouted.

"Oh yeah? How do we know you aren't gonna break that promise like ya did to your wife!" 

Silence filled the room then as the man's gaze turned to her; his eyes wide at having been caught in the act. "Now quit chatting up my grandkid and get on with it!" Susan continued, gesturing for him to hurry up, "Or am I gonna have to rip off one of your arms too?" 

The doctors swallowed harshly before nodding and getting on with his duties. The rest of the appointment was filled with awkward silence, aside from Susan's occasional rude comments. Once everything was done, the doctor informed you that your grandmother was completely healthy and then handed you a note to give Rosie as confirmation that the appointment had been successful. 

With that, he saw you into the waiting room where the receptionist scheduled the next year's appointment and you were finally done. Susan had become significantly less frustrated with being in a doctor's office after dropping that bombshell earlier but at this point you were too tired and hungry to care.  

You lead her by the arm back to the street now, only to nearly bump into a sinner you hadn't seen before the second you reached the sidewalk. Slightly disoriented, you were already bracing yourself for the string of curses that would inevitably leave your Grandmother's lips from the nerve of whoever it was that hadn't been watching where they were going.

However, to your surprise, she didn't say anything at all. Instead, she looked up at the sinner, whom you just now realized happened to be the woman you'd seen in the clinic earlier. 

A satisfied expression made its way onto Susan's face and you knew what she was going to say before she even spoke. 

"Your husband's cheating on you." The old woman said matter-of-factly, "A filthy doctor and an ugly receptionist; what a pair!" The woman's eyes widened but Susan just pulled you along before she could reply and soon enough you were far enough away that you could no longer hear her screams of anger and confusion. 

It was at this point that you gave up trying to control your grandmother. The cat was already out of the bag, and if you were being honest, the woman being cheated on had had a right to know the truth. Susan seemed very pleased with herself now; maybe because she gained some sense of fulfillment from her actions that she hadn't received in life when she found herself in a similar position. 

"Grandma," you finally said once the two of you were only a few blocks from her home, "I'm...Sorry about what Grandpa did to you." 

She froze. It was a topic the two of you had never discussed before; you'd always been too afraid of her anger to bring it up, but after being confronted with a similar situation today, it felt like the right time. 

Finally, the old woman seemed to regain her composure because she kept walking. "Don't call him that," she said, though there was no anger in her tone, only...sadness? "Ya never even met the asshole." You shrugged.

"But he still hurt you." You said, "That's what-"

"-Your parents told you, yeah yeah." Susan replied, waving your concern off, "Sure he did, but he was a hell of a lot smarter than that doctor." She pointed in the direction of the clinic, "That's why when I caught him cheating on me I ate them both."

...And the touching moment had been destroyed. You chuckled, though, knowing the only reason your grandmother had been so opposed to visiting the doctor was because it reminded her of her ex-husband. Though, it seemed she'd been able to work through some of those feelings today by ensuring another couple discovered the ruins of their own marriage. 

"Does this mean next year you'll be okay going to your appointment again?" You asked hopefully now that the two of you had reached the gates outside of your grandmother's house.

"Don't push it." She replied, letting go of your arm and heading for the house without so much as a goodbye. You shook your head, knowing she still cared for you regardless of how often she showed it. That much had been clear when she went off on the doctor for your sake but also refrained from murdering him for your sake. 

You were about to turn and head to your own home for the night when a familiar voice called out to you. You looked back to see Susan standing on her porch holding the her front door open. 

"Ya look like ya haven't eaten in a month!" She said with a scowl, "How's about you come inside for a proper meal?" A smile made its way onto your lips at that and you nodded, turning around to head for the house. Susan kept the door open, allowing you to enter as she hid her delight behind her usual resting-bitch-face. 

Though, as you spoke again, her lips couldn't help but curve upwards just slightly. 

"Thanks, Grandma."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel susan #grandma susan #susan & reader #susan hazbin hotel #hazbin susan #platonic reader insert #platonic x reader #hazbin hotel platonic #platonic relationships #platonic susan x reader

[eli0004]

Any Levi headcanons you’d like to share with the audience 🥹

Whew😮‍💨 Anon, as a dedicated Levi stan of multiple years, you know i do!

Pairing: Levi x GN! Reader

Synopsis: Random relationship hcs!!! Woohoo!

Warnings: Levi struggling with emotions, gossiping, mentions of substance use, very slight nsfw implication

Levi isn’t really someone who cares too much about what music he listens to. He’ll listen to whatever you put on, even if it’s like…loud angry metal, he’ll sit there like 😬 Yes this is great i love it and i’m absolutely not horribly overstimulated right now. He just likes to see you happy.

This man is made of 100% husband material. He thrives living the quiet married life, and feeling appreciated and loved for doing the simplest, most menial household chores.

For the most part, if you were to ask him if he wants children i think he would say no, but then he watches you interact with children and it patches up this broken place inside of him, and suddenly he’s dreaming of little feet pattering around the house.

If he accidentally hurts your feelings with some dumb joke he made, he will feel intensely guilty. It will eat him alive, he can’t believe himself. But he also has no idea how to say that, so he’ll just make you tea and torture himself over it.

Even if you’re years into your relationship with him and living together, he still gets butterflies when he sees you again after a long day. You’re his solitude, his safe place, his home isn’t a home without you there in it.

He likes to listen to you gossip with your friends. Every once in a while he’ll pipe in and share his thoughts on something, and you’re like…? Since when did you start paying attention to this?

He has a high tolerance for alcohol, but half an edible has him absolutely faded. It’s actually ridiculous. And high Levi is so soft and sleepy, and he seems so genuinely relaxed, it’s a blessing to be able to witness him in that state.

Levi is hardly interested in status symbols, and values practicality over luxury. In a modern AU he probably drives a slightly beat up older classic car, but has no idea it’s a classic, so when car people compliment it he’s like ??? Tf

He’s a slightly picky eater, but if you make dinner one night and it doesn’t look appetizing to him, he’ll gather every ounce of courage in his body to take a bite and try it for you, since you went out of your way to make him something.

He has a keen sense of smell, and he loves fresh, fragrant aromas. He definitely stops in the candle aisle in the grocery store to smell all of them, and then gives himself a massive headache.

When you get out of the shower and smell all nice and clean, that shit gets him so bricked up.

I mentioned this before in another post, but if you ask him to pick something up from the store and it’s on a shelf he can’t reach, he will literally leave that store and go to a different one. He’s not going to ask the 16 year old cashier girl to help him reach it, and he’s definitely not climbing the shelves like a mad man. You’ll just have to wait a while longer.

Literally blushes from ear to ear when you call him pretty, or cute. If he gets compliments on his physical appearance, it’s usually said that he’s “sexy” or “handsome” which are still great things to hear, but it’s about the loving adoration in your eyes and the gentleness with which you touch his face. The genuine honesty behind your compliments, and the way it feels like you see something in him that nobody else does.

#attack on titan #aot #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot smut #aot x y/n #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi headcanons #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman hc #levi ackerman headcanons #levi aot #levi attack on titan #captain levi #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan headcanons #atta

[polka-popia]

Worth it (Part 2/4)

(A Huskerdust story)

or

An AU where Husk has had enough of watching Angel's abuse go down from the sidelines and challenges Val to a game. Winner gets a new soul...

Warning(s): Mentions of Abuse, Suggested SA, Cursing, Fluff, Angst, Happy Ending though...

Author's Note: Now, this is based off of an idea by "Maddie's Minis" on Tiktok. It sounded too good to pass up writing. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1

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**EARLIER THAT NIGHT**

Click.

The door was locked.

The sexy and sultry smile Angel had given to his fellow co-stars and camera crew could know drop from his face. With a deep breath, Angel was now left to his own devices. And all he wanted was his pig, and maybe a grumpy cat too...

Slowly sliding the red wig off his head and dropping it to the floor, Angel focused more on looking clean than anything else. Husk would never say it, but Angel knew he had a really good sense of smell. And coming back drenched in the scent of sweat, sex, and... Whatever else those damn hellhounds had left on him, didn’t exactly scream ‘put together’ material.

And how old was Angel anyways? 9? Why was bringing up what happened on his birthday so damn hard for him? He woke up in Husk’s arms, head pressed against his chest where he could actually hear a heartbeat.

No way the cold drunk actually had a heart, right? Wrong! Cause he did! Angel could feel it, count along with it, try and match his heartbeat to it...

The door was locked…

But in the next moment, a figure appears behind Angel in the mirror as he’s cleaning his face of all the heavy makeup.

“Angel, baby...”

Angel stiffens instantly but tries not to show the difference as he sets the wash rag down. He turns instantly to face Val, his third arm slowly reaching for the robe that was once tossed carelessly to the floor so that he could fully clean himself in the mirror.

Val’s eyes instantly narrow a bit. “Shy, mi amor? Nothing I haven’t seen before...” He teases a bit as Angel wraps the sheer pink robe around himself.

“Your hours are over. It’s my time now. So, yeah. I’ll stay covered.” Angel mutters as he stares up at the man whose height once made him feel safe...

God, Angel was an idiot…

Val clenches his jaw, but quickly relaxes his face. “Angie, honey, how long will you make me suffer before you stop this?” He asks instead, pouting as he moves a bit closer to Angel who steps back a bit but tries to stand his ground.

“I was bad, I know that now. I’ve changed. The thought of losing you… Has made me change.” Val says and Angel stares up at him with a hard glare.

Did that shit really used to work on him?!

Angel shakes his head. “Val. I’ve gotta go. Charlie… Charlie’s got a strict curfew.” He lies swiftly as he moves away from the moth man and grabs his normal clothes from the drawer to change into. Fuck this. He’d just wash up at the hotel…

“This is why you shouldn’t have left, Angel, baby. A curfew?! We’re in hell!” Val laughs as Angel focuses on getting dressed. Val’s smile fades into a hard glare slowly as he realizes Angel’s no longer listening.

“Do you know… What I loved the most about you?” He finally asks and Angel wraps his lower arms around himself as his upper arms focus on grabbing his things from the nightstand.

That damn door was locked.

But in one quick motion, Val’s hand grips Angel’s shoulder hard and turns him around to face him. “It was your love. Oh, Angel, you loved so good. A natural, really. I knew the first time I had you, your skills had to be shared with the rest of hell. Face it, Angel, you can be so… Sweet...” Val whispers, arms snaking around Angel’s slim waist to pull him in closer.

On instinct, Angel drops the phone in his hand to place it on Val’s chest, wanting far from his scent of cheap cigarettes and fruity perfume from his arm candies.

“Val...” Angel warns quietly, looking up at him. He wasn’t above fighting the taller man off anymore...

Val ignores the warning, hand slowly going to the gold chain around the spider’s neck. He squints his eyes a bit before looking back at Angel. “After every shoot… When it was just us... Do you remember what you’d tell me?” Val asks softly.

“Are we done here?” Angel guesses flatly, trying not to remember the old times. The times where he felt seen by Val. Loved by him even...

“No no. You’d say that they get Angel Dust, but only I can have Anthony. How romantic of you. Made me feel so special. I got this side of you that no one else could see…” Val smirks smugly as Angel tries to move out of his grasp again, but Val shoves him up against the nearest wall.

“But now…” Val growls a bit, moving down to be face to face with his best talent. “You’re giving me Angel Dust. Who gets to see Anthony, hm? Who’s better than me?” Val whispers as he plays with the chain more, twirling it between his fingers so it tightens around Angel’s throat.

It’s just as tight as those damn chains...

“Anyone!” Angel grunts in anger, voice slightly shaky as he shoves back on the more dominating frame, and Val looks at him with no expression on his face and that’s the scariest thing Angel has ever seen…

The door was locked.

Yet Val was here. And he was mad. In one swift motion, he back hands Angel to the floor before kicking him hard in the face. The pain, the ringing in his ears, the numbness, it’s all normal for Angel.

‘Fuck him. He’ll leave now...’ Angel thinks to himself as he wipes the blood from his nose, struggling to get himself to sit up.

But Val doesn’t leave.

A hand slides between Angel’s hair on his head, gripping on tight and lifting him up by it. “Ah! Fuck! Val!” Angel shouts as he squirms, but Val is too strong, dragging him out to the balcony as Angel uses his top arms to try and pry Val’s hand from his hair and his lower ones look for something to hold on to. To keep him from being dragged outside in just his blazer and boots, but it’s all no use.

“You made me feel special. And now you plan to throw me away? Make someone else feel what I did? No. No, I’ll kill you before I let that happen.” Val snarls, grabbing Angel up by his neck as soon as they’re on the balcony. Effortlessly, Val picks him up by his neck and holds him over the balcony railings.

“Shit! No! No! H-Hey, Va-Val! Fuck! Stop!” Angel tries fast in a panic, seeing nothing but his own reflection in Val’s glasses. “Help! Help!” Angel shouts as best as he can when he realizes he won’t be able to reason with this crazy man. But the hand around his neck just clamps tighter. Angel’s top hands try to pry it off of him while his lower ones look for anything to hold on to, trying to reach the railing bars but he’s too far out…

The fucking door was locked!

So how did Angel find himself dangling about 800 feet in the air? Panicked, he looks towards the cameras located on every corner in this room.

There was one time where Val lost his shit, throwing things sporadically around the room and Vox had to come in to calm him down. Maybe he’d pop in again! Maybe he’d see Val hanging his favorite toy off the balcony and come rushing in! Remind Val that Angel was their biggest money maker. Remind Val that this would just look bad for the Vees if anyone saw this!

But as Angel made eye contact with the many cameras in his room, he watched as they all mechanically swerved away from the sight in front of them. Slow and purposeful.

Angel was on his own.

“Val. Don’t… don’t do this...” Angel pants out, feeling lightheaded and it could be from the fear, the choking, or maybe just the climate hitting him all the way up here.

“Do you still love me?” Val asks calmly and Angel clenches his jaw. Maybe he would survive a fall like this, actually… No! No.

He nods his head, hoping that’ll be enough for Val. “No! Say it. I need to hear you say it...” Val orders and Angel squeaks when Val loosens his grip.

“I love you! I-I love you... I still love you. You, Val. Only you.” Angel stammers fast. Val pauses in surprise. Like how someone does when they leave flowers for themselves to surprise themselves.

“You do? Still?” Val asks, his other hand touching his heart as if honored by the words he’s forcing out of Angel.

“Still! Still… A-And forever. I love you.” Angel agrees fast. Val pulls him back on to the balcony and Angel wants to kiss solid ground in that moment, but instead, his lips are met with Val’s. The kiss is sloppy and full of far too much tongue.

The fucking door was never locked…

And that’s why Val can hold his body right. Can kiss him passionately. Val pulls away and with a quick flick of his hand the necklace around Angel’s neck is ripped off and tossed off the balcony like it’s scrap. And it takes physically biting his tongue to keep him from objecting this.

Val’s hand grabs Angel’s face, making him look up at him, a wide grin sliding along his moth face. “I’ve missed you. My Anthony…” Val whispers before kissing him again.

And Angel has never felt more suffocated…

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**THE NEXT MORNING**

Angel wakes with a start, usual fluffy fur matted with sweat. Looking around, he finds himself laying in Husk’s bed smelling of the usual thick scent of pine and bourbon. Husk was nowhere to be found though. Angel sighs. He was safe now. Far from that tower, far from Val.

With another deep breath to steady himself, Angel takes a second to shut his eyes. To really feel his surroundings. And in the next moment… It’s all gone. All the fear, all the pain, all the worry. He’s fucking Angel Dust! What’s he got to be panicked about?!

Hopping out of bed, Angel tangles himself in a bed sheet and then heads off to the door, cracking it open and peeking out. Nobody in sight. Quickly, Angel scurries from Husk’s room, finding his own and opening the door fast, finding Fat Nuggets waiting for him on the other side.

The pig squeals happily at the sight of his owner, making Angel scoop him up. “Nugs! Mornin baby. Daddy’s sorry he didn’t come to bed last night. Things were… iffy.” Angel mutters and the pet’s joyful manner switches to concern very fast at seeing the frown on his best friend’s face.

Last night had been rough. And for an addict like Angel… it was a bit too much. But he didn’t use alcohol, and he didn’t use drugs… Angel used Husk.

Was it right? No.

Did it feel good to at least replace the feeling of Val’s sliminess with Husk’s soft fur? Yes.

Angel pets Fat Nuggets softly before sighing, just wanting to forget about last night altogether. “Let’s get a bath goin...” He says softly, just wanting to make today normal…

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Today was not normal.

Alastor’s gaze trails along Husk’s frame, smile never leaving his face. “You’re serious.” He notes finally, voice always cheerful. “You came to bother me during my breakfast to tell me you want to challenge another overlord...” Alastor continues, smile somehow growing at the statement, as if finding that funny. Husk glares at the demon whose owned his soul for the last… who knows how many years now...

“I’m gonna do it no matter what you say to me. This wasn’t for no damn permission. This was a heads up.” Husk finally says. Alastor’s eyes narrow, smile still unmoving however as he sets his fork and knife down now.

“Why challenge him and not me?” Alastor finally asks, voice sounding curious.

“Because I ain’t got a plan if I beat you. But Angel does. He’s trynna get redeemed. Get out of here. And when I win-“ Alastor cuts him off.

“If.” He corrects smugly.

Husk growls lowly.

“When.” Husk snarls, much to Alastor’s amusement. “Angel can get his soul back. Get a move on with this whole redeem bullshit. I don’t believe in it. But Angel does. He’s tryin.” Husk states and Alastor hums pleasantly.

“So you care for our feminine friend. Enough to challenge an overlord. As an ex-overlord, you still hold some authority, sure. But you’ve been gone for so long… How will he take you seriously? Even if I do let you run around, saving poor defenseless souls...” Alastor taunts. “What do you have that he’ll want? I know you don’t expect me to just give you back your soul...” Alastor tisks at the idea as if to say ‘shame on you’.

“You’ve got more like me in your damn grasp. And where would I go after? Hm? I got nobody…” Husk reminds.

“Not the point, Husker. I worked hard for the souls I obtained. I don’t plan to let any of them go...” Alastor says simply as he leans back in his seat. “You know nothing about that though. You used to trade them like they were nothing...” He recalls and Husk looks down at that, hands gripping the seat in front of him since he’d refused to sit down when first interrupting Alastor early this morning.

Husk hadn’t slept much last night. Mostly because Angel kept crying in his sleep and Husk would have to whisper to him a bit to get him to calm down enough to continue sleeping.

“You sat so smug at your table…” Alastor continues as he watches Husk shrink back a bit under the weight of guilt for his past. “Loser souls under your feet. Now you want to help one. How the circle completes itself...” Alastor laughs joyfully as Husk grits his teeth.

“Does he know?” Alastor finally asks before Husk can speak. The bat/cat hybrid finally looks up to meet his gaze.

“Does he know what?” Husk finally asks slowly.

“You know. How you’d reap souls so casually. Promise them another chance to win it all back and when they had their hopes up, you’d play them so well. Always hard to read, Husker, my friend. Does he even know why I got involved with you in the first place?” Alastor’s voice begins to glitch a bit, smile turning sharp as Husk falls into the memory...

***FLASHBACK***

“Huh. You did it.” Husk smiles warmly at the shark in front of him who was now quickly gathering the chips from the table, still sweating and shaking. But he’d done it.

He’d beat Husk at his own game.

“How’d you do it? Hm? Hid cards? Had a Buddy glance at my deck from behind me? Counted cards? Let me know, because whatever it was that you did to win… you’re a natural at it.” Husk praises calmly as he leans back in his seat, watching the shark’s tense shoulders slump a bit.

“I uh... I was just lucky, I guess.” The shark finally says, and Husk smiles warmly.

Husk was a friendly man. At his casino, everyone was welcome. The stage always had live performances, jazz music always blasting, cigars and whiskey complimentary of the man of the hour himself. This wasn’t just a casino to Husk. This was his house. And everyone deserved to drink at his house. Everyone deserved to smoke at his house. And everyone deserved to win at his house.

As long as they weren’t winning against him…

With a swift motion, Husk pulls his gun from under the table and shoots the shark in the head. His body falls limp on to the table, and Husk sighs deeply at the mess his blood is making on the cards.

“Niffty, baby. Please.” Husk calls. The four foot cleaner of the casino runs over fast. She’d been found by Husk in an alleyway by the casino, and… Honestly, Husk loved how helpful she was while she loved how dangerous Husk was.

You could never read that man.

“Yes, Mr. Bad boy...” She giggles a bit, fixing her hair, making Husk smirk as he gently tilts her chin with his claws so she looks up at him.

“There’s a mess. Take care of it for me?” He asks politely. He had many souls working for him, but he had a soft spot for Niffty. Hence why she actually had a job at this casino as his personal cleaner.

She nods fast and rushes over to push the dead body from its seat. The large man falls from the seat to the floor with a loud thud that isn’t noticed from over the music. Niffty then makes quick work of dragging him away by his fin as Husk gets up from his seat to watch from over his balcony at everyone playing below. He was trying to find his next victim for the evening.

“Mr. Husk?” He hears and rolls his eyes at the voice before putting on a sly smile.

He turns and hums at the sight in front of him. “Mimzy, honey. You’re late. Why isn’t your sexy self on that stage singin? You forgot the guides of your contract already?” Husk teases as the plus size beauty fixes her blonde hair a bit and glares at Husk.

“No. But I came with a friend tonight. He was hopin to play you in a round of any game.” She smiles slyly as a tall figure emerges from the shadows, smiling down at Husk.

“Well, I’ll be damned. If it isn’t the Radio Demon. You’re coming up on the charts, my man.” Husk smiles warmly like always. He usually knew how to play this. How to act. The image he’d show off before finally dropping his cards. But this guy’s smile… it was definitely hiding way more than Husk’s.

It was doing it better too.

“The name is Alastor. It is a pleasure to be meeting the man who thinks owning a woman’s soul makes him a threat...” Alastor says calmly and Husk hums, fake smile slowly turning more into a forced smirk as he eyes Mimzy.

“What is this?” Husk asks flat out.

“Alastor doesn’t like that I’m a held woman right now. He’s gonna be playin for my soul.” Mimzy says smugly as she flips her hair over her shoulder again as if flattered over this princess treatment.

Husk eyes them both. He didn’t like this. A gambler like him could read people through and through. And he didn’t like the never faltering smile on Alastor’s face. “It’s real busy at the casino tonight, and-“ Alastor cuts Husk off.

“I get it. It’s not worth it to you. Let’s up the prize. If you win… You keep Mimzy’s soul. And you can also have mine.” Alastor says and Husk freezes.

Tempting.

So damn tempting.

The power trip of owning a soul like Alastor’s? He couldn’t say no.

“Then please,” Husk begins after a deep breath. “Sit down at my table. Put your mind at ease…” He recites his usual invitation as he grabs the cards to shuffle thoroughly.

There was no way he could lose…

***FLASHBACK OVER***

Husk’s throat feels as tight as it did that night when the collar first appeared around his neck. He growls louder now. Louder because of Alastor’s taunting, louder because of his own stupid pride letting him get caught, and louder because he knew his past was wrong. Deep down… He knew.

He knew if Angel had ever found his way into that damn casino, Husk would be the one owning his soul today without a second thought…

“I’m doin this! I don’t need your damn consent!” Husk snaps finally, and Alastor really looks at him. He smiles wider.

“Looking just as tall as the day you lost it all. Haven’t seen that stance in a while. Don’t worry, Husker. You have my blessing. It could be fun to watch you gamble everything away again. What will you lose this time, hm? Just a friend, a defenseless soul, a lover…” Alastor lists. Husk’s eyes widen and Alastor nods, showing that he knows all about Husk and Angel.

“He’s bringing this out of you. Honestly, you two together might not be such a bad thing. Might get you to stay in line a bit more. Since you’ll have something worth losing if you don’t...” Alastor says so pleasantly that the threat would go over most people’s heads. But it makes Husk’s blood boil.

“You don’t go anywhere near him, you psycho fuck. You understand me?” Husk whispers, the glare on his face completely serious, much to Alastor’s delight. He enjoyed these moments when Husk would fight back. Would remind him that he had an actual overlord in his mitts.

“Find something worth it for Val. And I’ll happily watch from the shadows. I won’t interrupt. I won’t get involved. Trust me.” Alastor smiles innocently as he holds out his hand to shake Husk’s.

“And you won’t care what I find?” Husk clarifies, eyeing Alastor’s hand.

“As long as it’s not your soul or any of mine? No. No, I won’t…” Alastor smiles. With a nod and shake of their hands, the deal is set. Alastor won’t get involved, and Husk won’t gamble his soul, or any other soul owned by Alastor.

“Now please. My breakfast is getting cold…” Alastor says finally. Husk nods and walks towards the door.

Now to tell Angel.

And that should be easy.

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“Have you lost your fucking mind?!” Angel shouts as he sits on his bed, Fat Nuggets squealing in surprise at the outburst.

“Angel, listen to me...” Husk tries softly. “No! No no no. You’re not goin anywhere near Val. That’s first of all. Secondly, you’re definitely not gonna gamble away ANYTHIN on my behalf. Fuck that.” Angel says.

“You don’t understand.” Husk tries calmly.

“Oh, I don’t and I don’t want to try!” Angel confirms. “Matter fact..” Angel pauses and gets up fast, storming out of his room and taking the stairs down to the main area where the bar is.

Angel knew that’s where he’d find everyone. It was Tuesday! Charlie loved holding ‘Hotel Staff Meeting’s on Tuesdays…

“Angel! Angel, where are you goin?” Husk calls as he follows him quickly down the hallway.

Angel enters the room and finds everyone in there already. “Ay! Listen to this. Husk wants to gamble away the hotel to win my soul from Val. He’s crazy right?! Tell him he’s being crazy!” Angel says as he looks on at everyone’s faces.

Everyone is quiet and solemn in this moment, as if mourning something that is yet to accrue. Angel pauses at everyone’s faces as Husk finally enters the room, looking ashamed. Like he wanted to let Angel in on a secret everyone already knew.

“W-What’s goin on? Hey, radio fuck! Tell him that he’s bein crazy.” Angel demands and Alastor just continues to smile at Angel, unmoving, not speaking. But this smile… It isn’t smug. It isn’t even pleasant. It’s forced. Teeth sharp and clenched together.

Shaking his head, his eyes spot Vaggie on the couch, looking down at her dagger, gripping her cleaning rag tighter. “V-Vaggie? Come on. You know this is nuts, right?” Angel tries and she just shakes her head with a deep sigh.

“Afternoon, everyone.” Charlie says from the entrance of the main gathering room, and Angel sighs in relief.

“Charlie! There you are!” He says fast as Charlie finds her spot standing next to Husk with a small smile on her pale face.

“Husk is trynna gamble your hotel. Nobody’s sayin shit to him. Tell him somethin.” Angel says. Charlie eyes Husk and he silently shakes his head, as if answering an unspoken question. Charlie hesitates a bit.

“Uh… Hello?!” Angel snaps finally.

“Angel…” Charlie finally says. “Husk isn’t putting the hotel on the line. It’s just attached to the actual deal.” Charlie says softly.

Angel pauses.

“And... What’s the actual deal?” He asks so quietly as if whispering it would make the answer never come. It’s quiet in the room. The air is thick. And Angel finally notices something.

A paper.

In Charlie’s hands. Gripped tightly, showing her nervousness better than her actual face does.

And Angel knows that glowing paper all too well…

It’s a contract.

Angel feels the room begin to spin and his breath quickens as Charlie finally answers him.

“It’s me.” She says certainly before Angel’s world gets dark…

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-Part 3 will be out sometime this weekend! I hope you enjoyed, and my mailbox's always open for any Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss story ideas!

#angel dust #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #huskerdust #angel x husk #angel dust x husk #hazbin hotel characters #vivziepop #vivziepop hazbin hotel #vivziepop helluva boss #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel au #chaggie

[hirik0]

Catch me if you can part 1

Ghost/Roach | Celebrity AU

Gary 'Roach' Sanderson on Tiktok know simply as 🪳Bugboy 🪳 has one of the biggest fan edit accounts for popular actor Simon Riley best know for his roll as 'the Ghost' in a action movie the first project he worked on after his long child actor career. It was quite a change seeing him going from being the love intressted in teenage movies to a wanted CIA agent that got dropped by the agency. Roach liked both versions what maybe is related to the celebrity crush he has since he is 12. Earlier this year Simon Roley returned to the popular cop show 'The new Sherlock Holmes' he left to film a movie trilogie where he was a Knight fighting in a medieval war. Being the well beloved leader of the SWAT team, Martin Jackson, from new Scotland Yard. It honestly was a hugh suprise he returned but he told in interviews its a fun project while he looks for other interesting projects.

"Stalking Rileys social media again, Gary?", Rodolfo his colleague and best friend asks amused. Having a steaming mug with coffee in on and and an appel in the other. He places the appel on Roaches desk. Roach shakes his head, he is in fact working, staring at the grafic hes making for the past 20 minutes, trying to figure out how to make it that dont causes him to have remake it again in something way worse then what he has.

"As if you dont do the same with Alejandro Vargas", Roach retorts amused, trying to think like the higher-ups, how a social media of a sports team should look like. He knows how to run a successful account, has even a degree in it, but the higer-ups have very diffrent views. So everything has to be done 3 times till they found a compromise, so they are always 3 weeks behind trends, having to prove a trendy audio will give them engagement. God if he finds the person that put such a short leach on the marketing team, he will murder them. They work for a very old and traditional Cricket Club, emphasis on old some of the higher ups probaly where alive when the club was founded.

"Do you rember the teribel joke Mr. Henderson told last week? I need it for a post, asking people to share their own bad jokes for engagement bait." Rudy gives him do you really want to do this look. Nobody laughed about that joke, not even the old men at the top.

"Honestly my brain has a filter for his jokes so no." Roach groans dramatically, throwing his hands in the air, mumbling a I can't work like that. Bitting in the appel in frustration. Now he has to ask the man what will lead to him needing 20 minutes explaining how engagement on social media works and why it's so important. Already hearin Hendersons back in my day peopel listened over radio an we needed no silly dances on the internet, back in his day the steam maschie wasn't invented yet. Taking another bite from the appel, not liking its taste, the free fruits had better quality ones.

"Just tell him it's so good he needs to share is with the fans." Roach gives him a sceptical look, because that won't work right? It can't be that easy. Roach is ready to leave the office, when Rudy is winking him over. Rudy is curently frowning over an e-mail he got. He start reading it crossing his arms in front of his chest a cooperaton with another firm. Rudy is scrolling down to read the rest of the mail. Roach is resting his read on the back rest if Rudys chair looking over his right shoulder. Flying over the opening to were the mouse pointer is.

As i mentioned above I work at a for hire PR-Firm and are mainly know for work at Galas, Award cerominies and other red carpet events, but recently get the chance to work in other areas. We will mangaging the official Tiktok and Instagram for the hit TV show "The New Sherlock Holmes" for the up comming season and for the entiere UK and rest of Europe tour for a K-pop band. We would really love to work with your Tiktok and Instagram team to learn how they are making the short videos. We offer helping your Team for big gala events of the Club to get better resultes.

with warm regards

Valeria Graza

"Did she ask us for help and then insulted or work?", Roach is asking frowning. Finishing up the fruit.

"She sure did", Rudy say while forwarding the E-mail to their boss Kate Laswell, in the end its her choice and not theirs. Roach signs there is no more time to stall to get this stupid joke from Mr. Henderson.

"Better get the joke." He says before leaving the office to go to the elevators.

"Dont get stucked in the 1850s, while you there", Rudy is shouting after him. Rudy reads over the mail again, his eyes falling on to the name of the TV show, the chance for Roach to meet his celebrity crush, sometimes live is unfair.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #roach cod #ghostroach

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Listen- I know I said that was the last question I'd ask- but @diamondzoey question about how the bugs would react if they met little jemma inspired me.

Last few questions, and then I'm passing out-

1. Now, if your bug, when they were a kid, got the chance to meet another bug when they were a kid aswell, who'd they choose and how'd they react?

2. You notice one of the more energetic bugs is suspiciously quite, what do you do?

And yk what? Fuck it. Korey is babysitting her 4 month old neice, Ayla! But she has almost zero knowledge on how to take care of a baby- (we've seen how she holds her). How would your bug react and act in this situation?

Bonus question cuz why the fuck not, how would your bug's reaction be meeting Korey when she was still a kid and her very neglectful parents?

@willowve01 @asmrbrainrot @iistxrmyskyii @astralbulldragon13 @kaiamtt @insignificant-anarchy @stxph-artist @aspenm00n @fangsshadow @keyaartz @rustycopper4use @piffany666 @dreamyshape @idontevenknow7878 @lunaritychuwolf @littlesiren79 @castbracelet240 @strayharmony943 @proxdragon @tiefling-chaos @wilderrorcard @threeweekinsomnia @fennaboysenberry

#everyone should totally ask how the other bugs would react to their bug when they were still a child #if you want to! not forcing anyone ^^ #asking :3

[chiptrillino]

your outfits are always so beautifully designed in your atla art, how do you think of making them so intricate?

thank you anon. this is gonna be an awful reply probably but i just do? i personally prefere it this way otherwise i have the feeling that something is missing or is to similar to someone else.

the end goal is of course to emphasize the character and their quirks and habits. also how they change throughout the story. i have the luxury that animators don't have, which is time. (well not really with a fulltime job on the side and family that drains me...) so i can my time to think about designs and details depending on the scene or mood i want to portray.

something i appreciate about the atla fandom is that most of us put in the time to do more research and try to reflect more the real live cultures on which the nation were based on. all of us have different interpretation on what specific shapes reminds us off. but if you spend time with different source materials learning you can't help but get influenced and it will reflect in the design and artwork.

i just think its fun. make sokkas kuspuk or clothes pale blue to withe because he goes hunting and he needs the color to blend in better to not be spotted to soon. it changed obviously to a darker blue once they begin to travel through. the EK jet scribbles on the scraped FN armor peaces to make them more his own. katara suddenly has a splash of purple in her clothing during season 2 because she outgrew her kuspuk but doesn't want to part from it. so she replaced the hem with a longer purple fabric. zuko has robes that look fancy and elaborate but actually depict the blue spirit fighting the dragon emperor because he simply is a theater nerd. aang has more then only one outfit and he has a cape to keep warm and cozy fight me!

i am not a writer, i am bad in describing characters with all their quirks and history i like to give them, with words. so i try to add that in the drawings with my designs.

#chip!ask #also tho the anon that asked about... how would i draw sukis free time outfits or #how do i draw my thumbnails #listen i know the asks are old by now and i do know how to draw these things but... i couldn'T find the time to like... #sit down and do it sorry

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MAC OHHH MY FUCKING GOD. ONE OF THE EPISODES OF A SHOW EVER HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL AFTER THIS???? HOW???? how long is he going to be FUCKING DEAD FOR!!!! the ashe & mark argument that i felt deep within my soul & miserable on behalf of both parties about them!!! dakotaisms!!! the fucking like. genre conflict of their sillygoofy teen titans shenanigans with a real world where there r men with guns who will simply kill you!! THEYRE WEEKENDING AT BERNIES WILLIAM WISPS PURPLE MORPH SUIT COVERED CORPSE. kicking down your door with a loud bang & then just standing there wild eyed kind of shaking and trembling like a chihuahua

DUUUUDE DUDE DUDE DUDE HEAH. FUCK. s1e19 definitely one of my favorites of all time. i listened to that one during the back half of my shift this afternoon and got to the ashe/mark argument just as i was starting pm checks.... standing in the cramped laundry room in the basement washing my filter socks like

i think about them so much dude. AND THEYRE BOTH RIGHT. WHICH MAKES IT HURT MORE. LIKE. BOTH THEIR SIDES ARE SO REAL. i cannot wait for u to learn more about them pleaseeeee i need 2 talk winters family analysis with you when you get to . certain parts. season 2 is gonna fucking wreck u i know it.

BUT. THEY BALANCE IT OUT WITH THE SILLIES SO VERY FUCKING WELL. GOD. good fucking show dude. good fucking show !!!!!! williams ghost throwing ice cubes at mark while his fucking. rotting corpse sits in the bathtub!!! what thefuck man

#ITS REALLY FUNNY LIKE. JUST HOW FUCKING EMO THIS SHOW MAKES ME. AND LIKE. SEASON 1 IS TAME. IF U CAN BELIEVE IT. #i know i keep hyping up season 2 but genuinely i have not full on sobbed at a show like i did at pd season 2 in so long. #like. could not listen to the show at work bc i fully could not stop myself from crying #and didnt want to do that outside the safety of my apartment type episodes. #ughhhhhh #HEY. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. ONE OF MY FAVORITE MARK WINTERS MOMENTS HAPPENS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE NEXT EPISODE. ITS SO FUCKING SILLY. #also i have an animatic of it so i cant wait 2 send u that when u get there hehehehehe #im strategically not answering any of your questions about wiwi because if i start talking about him rn ill go crazy . #literally always thinking about wiwi wisp at all times every day #u come stand in the doorway of my room shaking like a chihuahua #and i am sitting here on the couch like. a fuckign . grizzled old pyrenees who has spent his life battling coyotes #asks #friends!!! #intertexts #UGHGHGHH GOING CRAZY ABOUT PRIME DEFENDERS FOREVER. #OH I CAN SEND YOU TRIVIA NOW. YIPPEE

[hella1975]

sometimes i think about the fact my grandparents literally overnight just cut us off and im like. how did u even do that. does it torment you

#eeaao's 'how did you let me go so easily' moment. like i dont let myself even THINK about this too often #bc i immediately beat myself back with the 'if it's hard for you then imagine how hard it is for mum. her PARENTS cut her off' #but like. idk. my nan i couldn't give less of a shit about which is something i always find so interesting #bc even as a child with NO basis for it or any understanding of her behaviour both past and present i still wasn't Comfortable around her #like children are smart actually. i just Knew her vibes were off and i Knew my mum was weird when she was around #like i truly dont think i ever loved my nan even when she was a very frequent part of my life #but my grandad? i ADORED him. id see him multiple times a week and he's the kindest man ive ever met #and hannah what i told you about my mum saying certain people have magnetic auras THAT WAS ABOUT HIM #like i cant actually put into words what it was about him but people just wanted to know him and spend time with him #but he was weak and let my nan walk all over him and when push came to shove he chose her and now ive not spoken to him in 3 years #& i KNOW he loved me. he thought the world of me like it's a bitter unspoken thing between me & my sister that we KNOW i was his favourite #he used to buy me egg butties at agricultural shows when my mum said no and specifically ask for two eggs #he used to sit and eat his soup with me when he came over to do work at the house #he used to play with me. he used to smile all the time. i can so clearly hear the way he'd go ''iya [my name]' with his proper rural accent #or how he'd tell anyone who would listen 'she's tough as old boots that one' #and i could make him laugh like NO ONE else could and he'd light up and go 'give over' and he genuinely enjoyed my company #i KNOW HE DID. and i havent spoken to him in 3 years. he'll be dead soon #and i cant talk to my mum about it bc it's her DAD it is so much worse for her and i cant talk to my sister about it #bc she wasn't close with him like i was and she just shuts the conversation down and those are the only two people #who know my grandad and know what he meant to me so im just here like. he literally stopped speaking to me overnight #i stopped hearing from him i stopped meeting up with him im so so angry with him the love is still there i dont know where to put it now #why couldnt he stay. why did he pick her when she's a loveless void of inhumanity. why werent we enough #hella goes home #my grandparents on my dad's side are also not in the picture funnily enough but idgaf about them. she got that grandparentless swag