#[Sorry for the wait]

[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

LUI (Loving Under the Influence)

Beetlejuice x Reader

TW: alcohol, unwanted advancements at first but he doesn't push it.

LUI (Loving Under the Influence)

You didn't even get to take off your shoes before Beetlejuice practically tackled you down onto the couch, an arm sloppily trying to pull your shirt over your head. ‘Beetlejuice!’ You swatted his hand away, shoving him off you. 

It’s not like you two had never ‘done it’ before. It was a relatively common occurrence, actually. Feeling some type of way your hands alone can’t satisfy? You know who to call. 

Today though? This was weird, even for him. He at least made sure the door was closed before trying to take your clothes off. 

             Beej pouted and reluctantly slid off of you, though still keeping a hand on your thigh. ‘Thats *hic* unfair, babes. You know I *hic* hate it when you’re *hic* at work~’ 

 …Hiccups? Dead people don't-Ohh. ‘You’re drunk as hell, aren't you.’ 

A strange, almost guilty giggle escaped him, the deepness of his voice contrasting against his near schoolgirl-like playfulness.

Sighing heavily and jogging to the kitchen to open up the pantry to confirm what you already knew-Beetlejuice had gotten into your cooking wine. And guzzled all 4 bottles. ‘Really, Beetlejuice?’ You said, frustrated. ‘I forgot how *hic* strong livin’ world liquor is.’ He runs his fingers through his already disheveled hair with a sheepish smile. 

'Well we're not going to do… that while you can’t even think straight. Go to Dante's Inferno or something, blow off your steam in the Netherworld. Okay, Beetl-’ 

           He grabbed your shoulder and covered your mouth with his filthy hand, making you sputter. 

‘Don’ wanna go *hic* back home.’ He slurred. ‘I wan'na be… *hic* with ya. Babes… Please.’ Your eyes widened in surprise, then softened a bit once you saw the strangely open look he had. The hand that was on your right arm slowly slid down your side to your hips. ‘I wantcha here.’ He repeats. 

The alcohol on his breath was heady and nearly made you a bit tipsy yourself. But the thing that was really messing with your head was his sudden switch. Instead of the usual hair pulling and scratches, his touch was gentle. Tracing lazy spirals on your back with his fingers, holding you against him like if he let go you’d run away. It wasn't unpleasant-not at all. A small sigh escaped your lips at his soft touch.

Something seemed to stir in him at your noise; Because he took a step back from you and extended out his hand, a softness in his eyes you don’t think you’ve ever seen before. ‘C’mon, Doll…’ with a snap an ornate record player appeared on the table a few feet from you. ‘Join the *hic* dead guy for a *hic* dance?’ Looking at him with his eyebrows raised and a sappy smile made whatever anger at him you had left inside you melt away. 

You take his hand and out of some ghostly power-who really knows-your feet leave the ground and a tune that sounds like it’s from the 1960s starts, slow and sweet. Then it’s almost as if the entire world disappears, leaving just you and Beetlejuice in the air, spinning and stepping and twirling to the beat of an old love song you can’t quite name and honestly if you could just freeze this moment right here-and live in if forever; Dancing with this ghost, pervert,  annoyance, you could die happy. 

Your foot somehow slips midair and Beej’s hand grabs your back, dipping you. ‘Careful there, Doll, don’t fall.’

 Much to your dismay the song’s last notes echoed through the room, and with BJ’s arms around you ,you floated back to the ground, to reality. With one final spin, he pulled you down onto the corner couch cushion with him, wrapping his arms around your middle. His face was buried in your shoulder, taking deep breaths you knew he didn't need to smell your hair. Wriggling a bit only made him hold you tighter. 

He grinned sleepily, eyes fluttering shut and head dropping onto your chest. Then he says something so quietly, so softly that you wonder if maybe you just imagined it; ‘...I love you.’ Your mouth drops open, and you’re about to laugh in disbelief but the large snores rumbling through him tell you he wouldn't hear it anyway. 

The next morning… 

Suddenly the snoring stopped. Groaning, Beetlejuice kicked off the blanket you had draped over him. ‘T-too bright…’ With a flick of his wrist, the lamp turned off. ‘Wha-what… Doll?’ 

          You were peering over him with a shit-eating grin on your face. You’d been waiting for him to wake up for hours now. 

‘You sure had fun yesterday, huh?’ 

His face drained even whiter than normal, If it was even possible. 

“Babes-look-I can explain about last ni-’ 

He was interrupted by you grabbing his face and kissing him. He made a gargled noise in the back of his throat, jerking his head back as you pulled away. ‘I love you too.’ 

The stunned look on his face was almost comical. Then slowly, he chuckled and his usual cocky grin returned. ‘Wasn't’ expecting' that… Should I close the blinds so we can express this… less clothed?’

 ‘You are disgusting, Beetlejuice!’

 ‘All for you, Babes.’ 

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YESSSSSSS IT'S OUT!!! I DID IT! This goes out to @selfshipping-shapeshifter, as this was the fic for their ask :DDDD

Thank you all for waiting so long and i'm sorry if the quality isn't as good as usual, I was doing my best and just trying to get it out after struggling with it so long. I did have a lot of fun writing it though, I always do with my asks 😃

-Rea ❤

[poorly-drawn-scumvillain]

The Bai Zhan Peak War God saves the day!!

(He was running fashionably late)

(First) Prev - Next

[zhukzucraft]

=> Martyn: Go forward

You dip your oars into the dark waters and bravely propel your little boat forward. You hope you'll find salvation in another player's base sooner rather than later.

And while you're rowing, you decide, your companion could use a distraction. And you could use a listener.

Martyn: So about the whole double thing.

Jimmy: Wha?..

Martyn: Double life the second.

Jimmy: I thought it was squared.

Martyn: Double life season two Electric Boogaloo!

Jimmy: Heh

Jimmy: Bit too many twos innit?

Martyn: True, but not the point.

Martyn: What do you think the catch is this time?

Jimmy: Uhh the same as last time? Some poor soul is attached to us and if we die they die?

Martyn: Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy

Martyn: It can't be that simple, can it?

Martyn: Why would a concept just get repeated like that? I reckon there's something more to it. Something lurking under the surface.

Jimmy: Oooooh

Jimmy: You think it's got to do with all the doubles?

Jimmy: What if... we have double the lives?

Martyn: You don't really think we'd be that lucky, do you?

Jimmy: Oh let a man dream.

Martyn: It's more likely that we have an evil double somewhere out there that we'll have to fight to the death.

Jimmy: I hope evil me is hotter than evil you then.

Jimmy: wait

Jimmy: dude!

Jimmy: Martyn stop the boat!!

Jimmy: I see it!

Martyn: ??

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Start Over -- Go Back

[fishfission-dc]

Batfamily Powerpoint Night! (Part 8: Duke)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

Duke: My turn!

Bruce: Finally I can count on something normal.

Bruce: [migraine noises]

Dick: I feel like this information and Damian is a bad combination.

Damian: Grayson, I am offended you assume I need lessons from Duke on how to lead troops

Tim: You should bring the beard back Bruce.

Steph: Yeah your amnesia era was kind of a slay

Barbara: My dad’s Batman era was not a slay

Jason: Well maybe slay in a different sense-

Duke: That’s all behind us we’re moving on!

Bruce: I don’t think-

Jason: Bruce sit down and don’t pretend like this isn’t exactly what you did to form your child gang

Bruce: I don’t-

Steph: Look into our eyes, Bruce, and tell us, your crimefighting children, that you did not start a child gang

Bruce: Hn.

Tim: That’s what I thought.

Steph, Barbara, Cass: [hysterical laughter]

[talking over each other]

Dick: That is not what I looked like!

Jason: I looked so much cooler as Robin than that!

Tim: I looked cooler because I had pants, I can’t speak for you two.

Damian: My costume has been improved vastly since that iteration.

Steph: Alright, traffic cones.

Duke: Okay really not the point

Barbara: Seems like this step should’ve come before the outfits?

Duke: It was my first time starting a gang let me live

Jason: Shouldn’t “training” have been part of-

Duke: This is not open for criticism thank you

Steph: Yeah only Bruce can critique Duke’s child-gang leader skills as a fellow child-gang leader

Bruce: [noises of general regret]

Bruce: Why does something absurd always happen with you guys when I’m gone

Tim: Maybe because nobody in this house knows how to cope with loss or something I don’t know

Dick: Also it gets so much worse Bruce

Dick: I mean that wasn’t exactly your fault

Jason: Cop Batman didn’t seem to agree

Barbara: [sighs]

[talking over each other]

Jason: Woah woah woah

Tim: Hired??? You did not hire-

Damian: I did not say that?

Jason: Also I don’t remember being asked nicely I remember saving your a-

Dick: ‘Specialist’ sounds pretty cool and professional thank you Duke :)

Steph: Is that Damian in a Court of O-

Damian: The situation was resolved I am fine now

Tim: “Beat up some bird guys”

Jason: I mean besides the imprisonment and attack on a school and Dick leaving us in the dust for a hot second there that’s basically what happened

Dick: I did not-

Bruce: Excuse me?

Duke: Don’t worry about it :)

Tim: That’s n-

Cass: [signing] The Court of Owls is still-

Damian: That is libel

Steph: What a cute picture

Jason: Weren’t there casualti-

Duke: I have no idea what you’re talking about everything was fine in the end and everything is good!

Bruce: I am... so worried about all of you

Barbara: Well anyway let’s keep that streak going, it’s my turn. >:)

<<Part 7: Damian    |    Part 9: Barbara >>

[Masterlist]

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Ok so like I’m sorry this took so long I just kinda didn’t feel like it for a week or 2. also I improved a bit within the last couple weeks! Faces still look wonky sometimes but whateves

[thebreakfastgenie]

life, it never die women are my favorite guy sex, I'm wanting more tell the world, stop the war

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Ngl, you were one of the first tumblr blogs that awakened the monsterfucker in me, did not ever expect I would be here, uhh I love your work especially the alien pet one!! Anyways uhhhh can I request an NSFW cannibalistic giant x human reader, can be any gender, idk if this classifies as monster or not idk??

Sorry this took so long!

(Requests still closed, old request)

*NSFW* Yandere!Cannibalistic Giant x GN!Reader

Short drabble CW: death, abduction, animal death, no lemon just lime, non con touching, NSFW, hands-free orgasm

"Stop ignoring me."

Numb and silent, the abducted human sat as motionless as a living corpse. They had fought back for the first few weeks, crying and begging for their life, attempting escapes whenever they thought they had an opening, but now (Reader) understood that they truly had no hope of ever leaving the giant's side alive, and it killed them before he had a chance to.

When the campsite was attacked, they watched as their friends were torn apart, limbs easily ripped off of their bodies and devoured right in front of them. In the roulette of fight, flight, or freeze, (Reader) threw themselves at the monsters mindlessly, despite being barely thigh height in comparison. They stabbed one of the giants with a barbeque poker, but it barely pierced his thick flesh. He didn't even let out a sound of pain; it was like (Reader) had thrown a pillow at him and not attempted to spear him.

The fiery haired giant (Reader) had attacked picked them up by the back of their shirt like a cat, examining them long enough for their adrenaline to dissipate.

Shockingly, he did not eat them like he did their friends.

Instead the bloody giant hoisted (Reader) over his shoulder and left his brethren to continue the carnage.

For weeks the traumatized human sat by the giant's side, inescapable. He never hurt them, but threatened them nearly every day.

"If you try to run again, I'll bite your legs off."

"Such a pretty little human; I'm sure you taste just as good as you look."

"When I finally scalp you, your hair will make a fine necklace."

It became monotonous, the threats of harm and death, so when the young adult finally cracked, the words didn't startle them into reacting, even when he escalated his taunts.

"I told you to stop ignoring me." He warned, grabbing his victim under the arms like a child and raising them up to eye level. (Reader) felt as though they couldn't will themselves to care. Their life was already over: there was no hope.

He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could, and slowly placed his captive's head inside. When he couldn't feel them squirm he slid them in deeper until his teeth scraped their collar bone and upper shoulder blades. His teeth gently dug into their skin. It was supposed to be intimidating, a reminder that at any moment he could and would eat them, but when he still couldn't feel them move he pulled them back out, his eyebrows knitted together in what was either concern or disappointment.

A loud chuckle rumbled like thunder from another giant who had been watching with amusement from across the way. "Uh oh, Pinyon! Looks like you broke your new toy!"

The abductor harrumphed before carrying (Reader) somewhere private, grumbling out a venomous sounding "They aren't my toy.."

In the seclusion of his tent, he suddenly had a change of attitude, acting in a way he had never done before. He pressed his face against their stomach while holding their back in a fashion that felt like a caress. Tears formed out of confusion at the seemingly tender action. They had already accepted their death, so why was he hugging them?

"Interesting little one.." the giant's voice vibrated across their abdomen. "Please do not ignore me.."

When he was a child, Pinyon found a squirrel that had fallen out of a tree. He didn't know what was wrong with the animal, but it seemed injured, and it sounded like it was struggling to breathe. Meat was meat. It didn't matter what the meat was, everything the tribe found was food for them, whether it was animal or human. However, this wasn't a conquest, it wasn't a fight. It was his first struggle. The poor thing was struggling.

Pinyon picked up the little creature, unsure of why his chest felt so heavy. The thing bit him. It didn't hurt, and it didn't anger him. It made him happy. To see it fight back. The action showed Pinyon that the squirrel was still alive, and that it was going to be fine. He cared for the squirrel as tenderly as a human cared for a pet dog; bringing it food and gently trying to nurse it.

Then, the squirrel died.

That was it. He went to feed it, and it was limp. There was no sound, no blood, it just stopped.

When you're raised to eat whatever is given to you, when you're told that "meat is meat", it's easy to forget that the creatures screaming for mercy are alive.

He didn't know why, it wasn't the first time someone had fought back, and it wasn't his first human kill..

But the look on the little human's face as they leapt out at him with a pitiful excuse for a weapon reminded him of that squirrel.

"It doesn't matter if you hate me, or if you're scared of me. Even if it's to scream at me, don't ignore me."

The brief kindness was over in a second, the confusion and hope leaving (Reader's) body as quickly as it came. Just as the tears began to form and the weight lifted off their shoulders the giant squeezed them closer to his face and breathed in deeply. Wearing only their tattered undergarments, his breath felt hot against their bare stomach. It was an intimate gesture that gave birth to a new kind of fear, one that (Reader) hadn't previously considered.

His wet tongue left his mouth and poked their gut.

It wasn't the first time he had tasted them, but there were no promises of pain and consumption this time; instead there was a half lidded expression on his face that made (Reader) instinctively clamp their thighs shut.

Their hands flew to his face as they pathetically attempted to push him away with all of their strength. But the struggle seemed to excite him more, as he began licking their stomach more intensely, planting kisses along the tops of their pelvis as he traveled lower down their body.

"STOP!" (Reader) cried out as they bruised their fists on his forehead. Their body was quivering involuntarily as his drool began to mix with their sweat, dripping down towards their underwear. Pinyon's lips were too close to their last shred of apparel, and they felt shame as his breath tickling their body felt physically pleasurable.

"Is this what I need to do now-" his words agitated their sensitive body, making them arch their back in an attempt to put distance between is mouth and their crotch, "-so you'll stop ignoring me?"

(Reader) loudly sobbed, knowing that he could see how wet their clothing had become. It wasn't because he was attractive, or because they wanted him. The way he was holding them, the warm words hitting their lower half, it stained their underwear with arousal. The abductee wanted to beg him to look away, to explain that it wasn't him, that they weren't turned on. But only sobs came out as his sharp teeth slid into the underpants' belt line and tore their last line of defense down to their ankles.

[ninaheta]

Milo Murphy with Ice Powers and a Deer familiar pls!!

Milo and ice powers.. What can go wrong?

[princesslocket]

It's dangerous to travel alone, why not take a chesire cat with you?

[jujucomet]

For the sketch/doodle suggestion:

Prompt 55 or 54 with Nidhiki and Krekka?

Mondays, am I right?

[mysteriouscrimsoneyes]

A year and a half since I updated my MadaSaku doujinshi! I’ve had these pages for a while but there were other drawings that got my attention and I wanted these (especially the 2nd one) to be perfect! I can feel myself falling into an artist block atm so I thought “now’s the perfect chance to go back and work on these!” I’m also redrawing the older pages as well as thinking of where the stories going. For now, sorry for the long wait but enjoy some MadaSaku and kitty Obito

[neonriver1]

[zhukzucraft]

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you bartered,

you were proven right,

you prepared provisions,

you were abandoned...

its fine, you already know Bdubs isn't linked with you. The sun is going down, you need to get moving to find your soulmate.

It looks like others are already finding theirs, and you really don't want to follow suit on what the two who wear them did.

you decide to travel by boat, the obviously superior mode of transport compared to a horse - just because you are petty and nothing else.

But which direction should you head? It really doesn’t matter as long as you run into new people, might as well just choose at random.

Because, surely, this decision will be void of serious consequences. Right?

=> Joel: Go Forwards

Start Over -- Go Back

[spookybokchoy]

Adding Trans Yue to my ATLA Pride series!

[unicornpopcorn14]

For the hurt comfort prompts, how about "Just breathe, it’ll be over soon" or "Asking them every two minutes if they need something" for skk? I think the kind of scenarios that would lead to them saying/doing those things for each other would be interesting!

Skk whump || 8.5K words || One Shot

(Sorry for the long wait on thiss :'> Hope you enjoy <3)

Hurt/Comfort prompts

[xxlady-lunaxx]

hi!! i was rewatching the sngy fight and it made me remember the tanjirou-sanemi restraining order thing they now have 😭

imagine if tanjirou uses that as an excuse to make sanemi get away from giyuu, and sanemi having to go and request for it to be annulated only to be told he has to "prove" that he gets along with tanjirou

it would be super cool if you could write smt about that, but if no then its totally okay, just wanted to share the thought since i think is fit right with ur sanegiyuu and overprotective kamados fics!

OHMYGOSH HELP I LOVE THAT this is great askkfkd lets give it the same concept as the overprotective kamados/sngy but make it happen differently (and I'm sorry for taking a while)

The crows stared at Sanemi, trying to figure him out.

"You're saying...?" one of the crows asked, its voice pitchy and almost annoying.

Sanemi rolled his eyes. He was crouched in front of them, impatience bubbling in him. "I'm saying I want the restraint to be lifted," he repeated, trying to fight the rising anger.

"But last time you two were near each other it was all fists and kicks, there's no way the Master will approve of this," the other crow squawked.

"Well tell him that I promise not to do anything!" Sanemi snapped, a breath away from pummeling the stupid birds. "Kamado keeps clinging onto Tomioka like a fuckin' koala and I can't go near Tomioka if Kamado and his sister are there 24/7. Can you just ask???"

The crows discussed (loudly) between each other before agreeing that they could ask Kagaya.

"Took you long enough," Sanemi muttered as they flew back into the sky towards the Master's house. A day later, he got a response.

"He said the order will be removed if you can prove that you and Tanjiro Kamado can get along—in other words, stay in the same room and not kill each other," the crows informed him.

Sanemi glared at it with disdain. "Fuck, fine! Fine!" he grumbled, turning and stalking in the vague direction Giyuu's house sat.

"Hey! You can't go to Tanjiro, the restraint order is still up!" one of the crows called after him.

Sanemi turned towards it, glowering. "Then how the fuck do I prove we can get along?!"

The crow faltered. "Oh... I don't know."

"Exactly!" He continued towards the house, the crows following from the sky. When he got there, both the Kamados were clinging onto Giyuu as if he was their life source—not for the first time—and all three looked up as Sanemi started down the path in clear view.

"Shinazugawa?" Giyuu said, surprised that Sanemi might be willingly visiting him.

Tanjiro, on the other hand, all but hissed at him, eyes narrowed. "We can't be near each other," he said. It sounded as if he was barely resisting the urge to yell. Apparently, he was still very stingy about their last interaction.

Sanemi jerked a thumb in the general direction of the crows. "Said I could make amends," he said stiffly, suddenly unsure what to do. He wasn't really known to be good with children anymore and Tanjiro all but hated him. Besides, what he did know how to do was deal with the smaller children—toddlers, babies, literally anything under, say, thirteen. But teens? Oh, he was fucked

"What do you mean?" Giyuu asked, frowning. As if just now remembering about the restraining order, he wrapped his arms protectively around Tanjiro, tugging Nezuko closer simultaneously.

Sanemi let out a breath. "Master said that I could try getting along with Kamado, then we don't have to avoid each other," he said, trying to keep down the bite in his voice.

"Why are you seeking out Tanjiro...?" Giyuu said, a dubious look crossing over his face. Honestly, Sanemi couldn't blame him.

"I'm not. But he's always around you like a vulture circling a dead body and the order had to be taken down for me to be near you too, at this point," Sanemi said, giving Tanjiro a disdainful look.

"You want to see me?" Giyuu asked quietly, a crease in his brow. Was this really Sanemi? Although, he supposed it was, what with the comparison to a vulture. Was he calling Giyuu a dead body-?

"Er... yeah," Sanemi said awkwardly, averting his eyes only to meet Tanjiro's angry glare. He glared back.

One of the crows overhead squawked. "You're supposed to be getting along!" it said, much too loudly.

Sanemi turned his gaze to glare up at the crows before he forced himself to calm down, leveling his rising annoyance. "Shit, okay. Listen, Kamado, I promise to not fight you or whatever and I'm sorry for earlier," he muttered, hoping he sounded more genuine than he felt.

Tanjiro looked away, unwilling to give in. "You have to apologize to Genya. Otherwise, I can't accept the apology," he said, hugging Giyuu.

Giyuu, confused, hugged back. Sanemi ground some of the rocks under his foot, wishing they'd turn to dust.

"It's not about Genya," he said through clenched teeth.

"It is!" Tanjiro insisted, peeking over his shoulder to look at him. "You were being horrible to Genya which is why I stepped in, so unless you apologize to him, I'm going to keep going by the Master's orders!"

Sanemi stared at him, debating if he'd rather screw off Tanjiro's head or throw him in a shredder because—what the fuck?! Why was he being so goddamn petty?!

"Look, if you don't want this then go somewhere else and let me talk to Tomioka!" Sanemi all but shouted, running low on patience. Really, he had been tipping over the edge the whole time. "I don't even want to talk to you, but you keep being in the fucking way!"

Nezuko hid behind Giyuu as Sanemi's voice raised. Tanjiro let go of Giyuu to hug her instead, turning back to Sanemi as he held her, glaring daggers at the Hashira.

"Stop shouting! And I'm not leaving Giyuu-san. For all we know, you're gonna be mean to him!" Tanjiro snapped, nudging Giyuu gently with his shoulder. "I don't want you to be mean!"

Sanemi let out a prolonged sigh, hands closing into fists, his fingernails digging into his palm. "I'm not going to be 'mean,' okay? I just want to talk," he said slowly. He knew damn well that Tanjiro knew that. He could probably smell that he had no bad intentions towards Giyuu. Unless every thought Sanemi was having about Tanjiro right now overpowered that. Fuck did he want to kill that boy.

"Nuh uh!" Tanjiro said, seemingly out of arguments.

Giyuu, torn in two, looked apologetically to Sanemi. "We can talk later... The Kasugai look mad, too," he noted, glancing up at the crows who were indeed mad.

Sanemi pursed his lips. "Fuck. Fine. Send a crow when you're alone—and don't use your own, that bird'll die at my doorstep," he said irritably before turning and stalking away.

oops,, sanemi gonna play a little game of gay chicken when it comes to actually confessing tho tbh