#IMP patches

[highwinds2c]

IMP patches now available on my Ko-fi or etsy shop!

Ko-fi

Etsy:

https://www.pinionfeathercrafts.etsy.com

[aidosaur]

PERCY’S ELDEN RING JOURNALS PART 9

(part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 12 )

Part 9 of the Elden Ring Journals of my playthrough with @ananthhirsh!

You can already read this in its entirety on my twitter and instagram if you want to see the whole thing! However, I’ll be slowly sharing the whole journey over here as well.

(Also if you’d like to read about Percy’s actual adventures, you can read BARBAROUS for free over here.)

[crittirclothing]

imps are restocked in time for Halloween wahoo!!!

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

I don’t remember if you have said this and I forgot which ones name goes to which but the blood moon imp with the eye patch, did he lose all function/lose that eye or is he just wearing the eyepatch to look cool?

eye is injured, unusable.

[precious-little-bhaalbabe]

Thinking about the likely tragic origin of Clive the teddy

[blitzbuckz]

【𐂃】 ❝ STILL?! we talkin' thots or satyromaniacs? FUCK IT say the word an' I'll have a mob ta piledrive those sluts! ❞ his overprotective tendencies were starting to flare up, resurface, && although he still wasn't fond of the idea of going after locals — for the rockstar, he was starting to consider it.

❝ OH, shit. I'm so sorry, things just got a lil' out of hand... I... I didn't meant t' get caught. are y'all alright? is lady Gills still lookin' after ya? ❞ its been some time since he last visited them && with how crazy the past few hours has been — it only felt right to see how they were doing. As for the following query...

❝ Prince? Ah, YEAH, Stolas! he's back at my place. My daughter is watchin' over him right now. He... hasn't been himself lately but— who wouldn't amirite? Gettin' zapped by SATAN an' all. anyyywhore I'm sure he'll come 'round... he's just... tired is all. ❞

"Normally. More pervs though." Blitz was being hailed as a hero, while Gritt was more of an object of desire. "I'm glad you're still with us... my brother was in the courtroom. That one light in the gallery was him voting for you to have a say."

Patch had been frustrated at how the case had started, and while his twin had accepted Stolas did need some kind of punishment for giving out a powerful book like that, both of them felt there was something more to this trial than was presented. "I'm sorry about the Prince. Hows... he holding up?"

[timkontheunsure]

A CBT look at Blitz's core beliefs

Boring explanationy bit

Ok first off a core belief is this how the world works sort of thought. It has a ton of evidence on it side, or some big life altering event. Acting within is designed to kept you safe. And everyone has good and bad ones.

Think of it as of a short bit of base code running in the background, helping you go with your gut. A quick a short cut, but one that's got a lot of logic and past facts behind it.

They're mostly set up in childhood. So if you have an abusive parent, or trauma, you can get ones that become unhelpful for you in other situations. Like with people that really care about you.

A distortion is a little different. They affect how you look at the wold based off your mood, and are always negative. They specifically don't have a lot of evidence on their side. Like a prism that makes things a little different than what's really there.

They are an action to do based on your mood: catastrophizing (when everybody I love leaves me next year)

Black & white thinking (yes there's all this evidence showing Stolas cares, but that doesn't count as it just sex).

Thought spiraling (this one goes to Moxxie heh)

Or snap judgments based only only how your mood is (Ghostfuckers is fun and sexy, so we should take the case when I know they don't exist).

Blitz's core beliefs

So 'all royals are assholes' and 'no royal will care about an imp' are a core beliefs. Because this is definitely true, the 1% don't give a fig. (Stolas and Ozzie are basically round errors from what we've seen).

"I'm going to die alone" is also one.

So is "I make everyone's lives worse"

But his good ones are: "we don't get rid of family",

Ok with these two good ones we're going to have to go into rules for life. Blitz core belief is about family sticks together and protects each other. That's his code that always wants to run.

But he's also got evidence that family will kick you out for not being good enough, and hurting/killing people on accident. When you get code clashing you get cognitive dissidence, which physically hurts.

So you do a patch to reduce that pain. A rule to live by. 'If X is right and Y is right, then the variable that off is me.'

'We don't get rid of family, but we do get rid of me = I'm the only one who we can get rid of'.

With Loona it's we get orphanage lady saying words that could have come straight out of Cash's mouth. (I want Blitz to get a song telling that git off so hard).

Those hit Blitz hard, so hard he changed his mind on adopting a small little child, to a older teenage. CBT says that when something hits that hard it's because it hit at least 1 core belief. He sees himself in Loona in that moment, and never want another kid to be gotten rid of.

And other one could be bad or good depending on what's around it. 'I will be of use to family/people I love'. Blitz needs to feel useful to the people he loves, especially with growing in a family business working from being a kid.

And the rule Blitz has made for himself between the "I'm going to die alone" + 'I will be of use to family' = 'But maybe if I'm useful they won't abandoned of me yet'

(Also how sad it is that Blitz feels he's only allowed help, and support if it's a tit for tat, favours for favours exchange).

So everyone has a mixed bag of these good and bad. The problem happened when trauma responses give you ones that don't help you in a new situation. Like say a demon prince falling head over heels for him.

The idea of CBT is that if your struggling to look at what's changed since the core beliefs were set up. And if it isn't keeping you safe anymore, then you try to replace the old one with a new one; that has new evidence that backs it up. A update.

Like how Millie shows Blitz concrete examples of him improving her life. Just telling him he hasn't wrecked her life wouldn't work.

(This is one of reasons why Stolas' confection doesn't stick with Blitz. Blitz needs to know reasons why someone like Stolas loves him. It why he asks him in apology tour. Stolas tell your boy why he's so amazing for flips' sake).

Millie shows how joining IMP positively improved her live. "He gave me so much...A career, a husband, a future. And now...He's my best friend."

And Blitz helping Millie through alot of her own negative self talk she had. That 'she's not good enough', 'she's only the muscle', 'that Pride's too fancy for imps', and 'no imp works for them selves'.

These we're all Millie's core beliefs before joining IMP, if she still had these Rolando's words would have hurt her. But through having the support and example of Blitz she's removed those old bits of code.

When see her mum it obvious where and why she has these ideas about herself. Lynn describes her full time job, being employed direct by a company; as "Freelance". Because Imps can't work for themselves. (Even if she is impressed by Blitz). It's like different between working for Uber, instead of taxi firm. No protections, and an unsafe unstable job.

She pulls up her daughter's valid explanation why she lost the fight as "Excuses!", because Millie was "'raised better than that' as the muscle of the team.

She's very against Moxxie for being too week, and not having the same melee skills as Millie.

It obvious that she wants her daughter to have a similar life as her, where she keeps her head down, and has a partner that is able to defend Millie. This because there's a level of safety in this crab bucket attitude. She'd very unlikely to come to the notice of higher-ups. Like how Stolas being very involved in IMP and with Blitz.

But Blitz talked Millie round, and also showed her that she doesn't have to pigeon hole herself like that. She has years of evidence that Blitz could do it, and him pointing out how good she is when she fell back into thinking of herself as just the muscle.

Rolando's trying to exploit vulnerability that she's updated against. (It's super ineffective).

Ok after that sight side tangent of with Millie's head, back to Blitz's.

The "your going to die alone" has become a self-fulfilling prophecy, tripping Blitz up alot. Because it comes twofold for his fear of hurting his loved ones, making their life worse, and his fear of abandonment. Because he was abandoned, that did happen.

Making him feel like he has it to push away the people he love for there own, and that they'll leave him eventually so might as well push them away now. He's got a lot of previous evidence tied to this.

It's going to take more then Fizz and Millie telling him he didn't ruin theirs, for him to start to be able to unpick this. Because he's still certain it's true. Even if he's improved the lives of most of the people he knows.

And even Fizz who were directly effected by the mistake Blitz still punishing himself for, has told him that being made disabled didn't ruin his life.

There's a whole debate in my head whether Barbie would have had such trouble with addiction; if she wasn't assuming/told that her brother started the fire on purpose, that killed their mum. I'm honestly not sure. But it does seem like her resentment over it has made it harder on her. And that all seems to stem from Cash abuse. (I'm sure Cash is the one to tell Blitz that Fizz said he'd die alone).

Ok on to how the these are interacting/fucking up his relationship to Stolas. Blitz is definitely is afraid to love Stolas for a number of reasons. (You knew I'd get there at somepoint right 😛).

Cus a whole load are clashes together for him, making it really difficult for him because about see things from the outside. with the "royal demons don't give a shit about guys like us" one.

Making Blitz rationalize that it's gotta be about the sex, and being of use. Anything that shows this assumption is wrong has to be disregarded with distortion.

But when Stolas takes sex off the table, and still talking about feeling, and relationships; it makes Blitz's fear of abandonment go turbo. It's not rational but it's the only rule Blitz has that might make Stolas keep him.

He feels like that sex is all he has to give to a prince after all. And he wanted Stolas to stay for a long while now. It's not a grimoire his hallucinations put on a golden pedestal after all. And there a a lot of similarity to how Stolas and his Mumma vanish.

(Debøra pør favør pointed out this emotion damage so now you have to suffer too 😭https://x.com/_Choco_torta/status/1859028103772955135)

"I'm going to die alone" and 'I must be of use' Blitz freaks out badly in queen Bee after Ozzie's. Blitz believed that he's be rejected by Stolas, he's been shoved back into the box of it just being about lust.

Because he wants more, but feels he's unworthy, it's got him hurt coming and going. He's got to shut down any attempt by Stolas to have something real. But he was also hurt constantly feeling sex is all that he's got to offer, and all Stolas would want.

"I make everyone's lives worse" and "We don't get get rid of family". Ok this is into theory level but think Master Mind and Sinsmas are going hit these last two harddddd. (We're one week from mastermind).

It looks likely that Stolas is going to lose Via, face punishment for the illegal deal, and be dragged for the affair. With Via swallowing a lot gaslighting about not being loved by Stolas (lines from the trailer).

Blitz will probably going assume it's another another life he's made worse, where he's caused them to lose their own family. Don't think this will play well with last guy he fell in love with he blow up.

It's going to make it much harder for him to remove the idea; that that him loving some will only hurt them.

Alot of the reasons Blitz thought it was ok to get close to Stolas are tied up in these beliefs. He assumes Stolas was powerful and immortal, so couldn't be hurt physically like Fizz or Mumma.

He assumed that a prince would never fall for an imp, so only he could get hurt emotionally. It couldn't end the same way as Verosika. Blitz thinking he's the only one to be able to be hurt, and get to be useful not just to Stolas, but provide a better life for his whole family. It would seem like a bargain. (And the self punishment aspect probably wasn't going be a turn off for him, cus Blitz thinks he deserves it).

This season seems slow be eroding that pedestal Blitz put Stolas on (and vice versa). It's hurts, and it's knocking the stuffing out of both of them; but it's bring Stolas to earth for Blitz. Making his more of a real person in his eyes.

Eh probably a lot way to go, but I'm here for it.

(was very loosely based on this post, because it got me thinking about distortions vs core beliefs. But then I went off on a whole thing, so thought it would be weird to put it as a reblog. Still loved @akirathedramaqueen analysis and would recommend giving it a read 😀)

[cambion-companion]

BG3 Companions on a Halloween Date

YES I was itching to do something for the BG3 gang for the season. You could say it's been bugging me. Hah. Ok sorry it's the influence of my pfp.

Let's start with

You want a cozy night in under the covers, watching scary movies (or puppet shows or whatever the heck is the equivalent in Faerun) but he's not sold on the idea. "I've seen enough horror to last me several lifetimes, darling."

Instead Astarion would take you out in the crisp Autumn air, under the distant sun, for a walk crunching through the dried leaves of brown and red.

He'd want to go to the pumpkin patch to find the perfect gourd for a Jack-o-Lantern.

When the sun set so very early in the afternoon, you'd retire back to your cozy abode and set to carving faces into your pumpkins.

Astarion of course would make short work of his, dexterous as ever with those knives, and he would do his best to shape the face into what he hopes he looks like.

Either that or, depending on where you're at in his character arc, he'd remake Cazador BEFORE gutting it and making a whole show of utterly eviscerating the poor Halloween decoration. "Astarion, this is supposed to be relaxing." "This IS my ideal downtime."

You want someone who will snuggle under the covers and watch Hocus Pocus with you? Wyll is your man. But sorry I'm trying to keep to a less modern AU.

Wyll seems like the kind of guy who would put on some fitting music as you two cooked together, dancing in the kitchen intermittently and almost forgetting to check on the cookies before they burned.

He's such a sweetheart, checking to make sure you're happy with just spending an evening indoors with him. "We can go out on the town if you desire, sweetheart." "No, Wyll, I've told you this is absolutely perfect."

Depending on the choices you've made with him thus far, Mizora might pop in to dip her finger in the batter and bamf out again, giving ya'll a cheeky wink. "Ta ta, love imps. You make me physically ill."

Sigh, you're back for more bones hm?

Alright I'll entertain you.

You ask Withers to dance to Spooky Scary Skeletons. He looks at you, unimpressed. "Get thee hence." "Wilt thou harass someone else?"

Ideally I would propose and she'd say "yes". Oh what? Sorry, I was miles away.

For a Halloween date. Hm. A corn maze. Definitely.

She'd be all about her tutelage under Shar's freaks followers and want to show off her sneaking skills.

It would turn into a game of hide-and-go-seek and then it'd get a little creepy before she'd inevitably pounce on you and you'd end of in a fit of laughter together.

"I wasn't going to hurt you!" "Well, Shaddy, sometimes I wonder." "Good to keep you on your toes, then." "Careful, I saw a pond on the way in."

Then you two would go and get some candied apples and chat about memories and flowers that bloom in the gloaming.

Oh Gale.

He'd love to read to you out of a classic gothic novel (cough cough Dracula cough cough) while you two cozy up under some blankets.

He'd probably get fresh with you and run a hand up your leg or something, OH SORRY this is post the patch that fixed that? OK. He'd wait an extra hour.

Tara would curl up next to you and listen as he read from the book, the firelight crackling and warming your bodies as the night grows dark outside.

Afterward he would ask if you'd like to be guided into the Astral plane where you can look down on the All Hallow's Eve festivities below.

yeah, gotta give Tiefling daddy some love. Especially since I still feel bad for massacring them all my last playthru.

Zevlor is another who has seen his fair share of horror, and he would opt to do something more lighthearted with you for a Halloween date.

He seems like a family kind of man, so I expect he would invite the whole gang over for a delicious dinner. Mol and her friends, Arabella and her parents. Rolan and Zorru and maybe even Auntie Ethel will sneak in there. Then it really WOULD be a Halloween experience.

After the dinner and the guests are snoozing or already left he'd wrap an arm around you and pull you close. "Would you accompany me outside? I would like to show you the stars and tell their tales. It's been so long since I've gotten to properly admire them. Or you."

Of course I have to include the daddy devil, who do you think I am?

Raphael would take you to a haunted house, of course. OF COURSE.

Hell, what better house that is haunted than the House of Hope?

It would be horrifying for you, since the no touching rules don't apply there, and most amusing for him.

You'd practically climb the cambion in your efforts to avoid the ghosties, especially that one who constantly says "huuuurt meeee, pleeeaaase."

Raphael would enjoy watching you squirm, and remind you such a fate would not be yours only IF you followed his rules.

Oh yeah, and maybe if you're lucky, or perhaps very unlucky, he'll invite you to his Boudoir.

Oak Father frowns on dissecting pumpkins for the sake of creating superfluous lanterns (or something...I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend, ok)

Instead, Halsin would druid craft you vines and harvest fruits in whatever shapes, sizes, and colors you desired.

He'd also want to go trick or treating so BADLY. "But Halsin, you're eight feet tall and built like a linebacker. No one is going to mistake you for a kid." Then he'd cast Disguise Self and you'd be forced to take him out on the town in hunt of candy.

Poor guy didn't have much of a childhood and wants to experience the finer things in life. Get those king sized candy bars...just once.

You are a bit huffy, having expected a more...romantic evening than this. But he'll make it up to you later winkwonk , till you can bearly stand it.

Aw

You guys would get all CUTE and gussied up together.

Go out on the town.

Pick the best looking victim to be a sacrifice to Lolth.

Wait...what?

[blitzsicedcoffee]

Blitz After Apology Tour

At first he was simply despondent that night. Loona asked him about groceries, he didn't really hear her. He tried to watch a movie, but couldn't discern the plot. He fell asleep in numbness.

The next day he thought he was fine. He got dressed like any other day. Went into the office and joked with Millie and Moxxie like any other day. Then lunch came around. He used the crystal to go home during. Then he threw the glove onto the ground and sobbed on the couch. Loona had driven the van back and asked if he grabbed her anything. He just shook his head and said, "sorry". She could tell he never went to eat.

The day after that he tried to focus on work. Only work. They went to Antarctica. Got to test out their new IMP merch outfits, with the patches that Blitz designed and everything. It was exciting until they got through the portal and Blitz was done. He just wanted to be done with the mission. This makes them kill the wrong target and get chased by penguins. Then he can't work the crystal and he feels useless. More than usual. Helpless.

The next day he does a solo mission. Easy in and out he thinks. The girl has some kind of crush on demons AND a magical angelic artifact. Blitz is so tired. He's weirded out and triggered when she calls him "Blitzy" and talks to him sexually, and feels like he's going to throw up. He doesn't give much more reaction. He kills her and huddles in his office when she finds him again. Sitting under his desk, hugging his Stolas horse doll.

The next day they have another group mission. They fuck up some goats. It's a good time. Blitz feels good. Sort of. The humans notice them and they have to retreat. Blitz doesn't make it, because fate hates him. His items taken away and trapped in a cage, he feels vulnerable but not more than he has before. Making a desperate plea with a goat, he's able to escape and acts manic, and with reckless abandon for his safety even though he could just leave. Who cares if he's gone right?

It's another day and Stolas is still at the forefront of his mind. He stopped texting. Stolas isn't texting him back anyway. Tears are dried now, he doesn't know if he has any left. All that's left is pain. In his chest, in his heart. Theres a yearning too, so much yearning but he doesn't think he can act on it. Hooded figures are after him and his friends, for reasons unknown. He has to protect them, if anything else. He has to be the one to save everyone.

But who's going to save him?

[megaphone-idol]

-> The yellow idol was startled awake by all of the commotion beside him. He sat up, rubbing his eyes slightly. "Meggy....? Megs, what's wrong...?" - @microphone-idol

Dom is curled up in the corner of the bed with his claws unsheathed. The medical patch that was covering his eye is now torn and thrown out to the side of the bed.

The nasty wound on his eye now in full display. His breathing was heavy and it sounded like he was having a hard time breathing. Most likely a panic attack.

The imp was whimpering and whispering mumbled words over and over again. He didn’t answer his brother.

[dragon-curse-au]

Been thinking about different cookie species within the AU and their differences/similarities a bunch lately, so I figured I'd share some cool facts!

While humanoid is the most common appearance a cookie can take, there are several subspecies across Earthbread that take on more animalistic traits, some ranging from minor details such as pointed ears and fangs to being a full-on centaur. It's how modern day dragons blend in amongst cookies in their smaller forms, given that reptilian cookies like Carameleon exist.

Coffee cookies will be the most prominent ones you'll see in this AU and they share many traits with other cookie species, such as flower cookies and moon imps. They're relatively humanoid with cat-like features, such as large pointed ears, fur patches, paws, thin tails, and slitted pupils, though not many of them remain from the original tribe in the Dark Cacao Kingdom. In fact, the only coffee cookies that remain to this day happen to be hybrids. Espresso and Affogato are siblings and are part cream wolf, though they present more coffee cookie than cream wolf - Affogato having thicker fur than Espresso an easier tell. Prune Juice is also half coffee cookie, though his other half is Parfaedian, which gives him less animal traits than others.

Coffee cookies are well known for their expertise and prowess with their own unique form of magic, but Prune Juice was born with that trait dormant, marking him as a disappointment in his family's eyes. Prune Juice often tries to hide his coffee cookie traits so that others don't view him as a freak.

Every larger region of Earthbread has their own coffee-adjacent cookies. The most well-known are flower cookies, sphinx cookies, and moon imps. Flower cookies are more elf-like in appearance, lacking the fur that coffee cookies have save for the tufts along their jawlines and their tails. Sphinx cookies are the most feline of all, though the only surviving members are Golden Cheese and her daughter, Rich Cheese. Moon imps are also unfortunately nearly completely extinct save for Shadow/Blueberry Milk and Eclipse Wizard. Moon imps used to occupy the City of Wizards and southern Beast Yeast, though evolution either snuffed them out of existence or caused them to evolve into something else.

Moon imps are relatively unique with their digitgrade hooved feet, barbed tails, and pointed ears. Most have horns as well, but there are a few who do not. Their primary flavor is blueberries, though the ones that occupy southern Beast Yeast have more milk in their dough than others.

I want to bring up Clotted Cream and Camellia since they're half flower cookie as well; Light Cream is vanillian while their father was a full-on flower cookie. Clotted Cream passes as purebred vanillian save for hair tufts on the jawline and tail, which he was raised to keep hidden under Elder Custard's orders and was told that they were mere genetic defects. No one can mistake his faint floral scent, however. Camellia is on the opposite end of the spectrum, presenting as a pure flower cookie.

Honorable creature-like cookies would be from the Licorice Tribe (aquatic traits), Spice Swarm (centaurs or almost entirely animal more than cookie), and whatever Mystic Flour is (insectoid).

If you have any questions feel free to ask! I like yapping about this stuff :]c

[tumb1rprincess]

Oh my God, so many moments from this episode had me screaming and shrieking. Blitz deciding to take the fall by himself so the others could go free, telling them he loves them when he thinks he's about to die, Stolas coming in to take the blame and them admitting how much they care for each other, Blitz fighting tooth and nail when he thinks Stolas is about to die, the big hug he gets when the others see him alive, him doing the same thing to Stolas when he makes it out alive, Loona calling Blitz "dad" and Stolas's heartbroken expression, Blitz being so tender with Stolas, holding his hand so gently, scrubbing all the grime off of him, kissing his cheek, I was literally like

Man, this has shaken things up so much. Everything is going to be different now. Stolas has to live with the lower class, Stella and Andrealphus are in charge of everything he owns, and Octavia is going to be stuck with horrible parental figures and probably fed lies about Stolas chose Blitz over her. And not everything is patched up with Stolas and Blitz, they might be living together and they've shown how much they care about each other, but they still have a ways to go before they have a functional emotional relationship. And I bet Blitz is going to be wrestling with the outcome of this trial, because on the one hand, Stolas is miserable and has lost everything. But on the other hand, he's admired by so many now and business is going to be booming for IMP.

It was cool finally seeing the overlords of each realm in one place (minus Lucifer). We got a little bit of their dynamic, like they really don't get along, but Ozzy and Bee are ostracized because they hang out with the lower class all the time. I want to see more of this group.

I'd heard a little bit of buildup for Mastermind, and holy hell, did it deliver. It was dramatic and emotional and Bryce Pinkham knocked it out of the fucking park. And I was so happy to hear Brandon Rogers sing too. I admit, I was little miffed that his parts back in When I See Him were spoken rather than sung, so I was very happy to finally hear him sing and he was really good. Him and Bryce harmonize so well together.

I'm definitely going to be rewatching this one a lot, this was so, so, so good.

[wolken-himmel]

In which Sam steals (Y/n) away after Crewel and Crowley get into fight on who gets to spend time with the prefect.

So Sam decides to take matters into his own hands.

Request by anon.

"I will take (Y/n) to the amusement park!"

"And why is that?"

"I already planned everything and even bought the tickets. And they weren't cheap! This is just another example of my generosity!"

"But I wanted to take the pup to a fashion show!"

Your two professors have been yelling at each other for the past hour already. You had tried your best to remain patient, but that patience was now slowly running thin — especially since no solution seemed to be in sight.

"Can you... please stop fighting?" you asked weakly.

Grim, whose ears were much more sensitive than yours, let out an aggressive growl. His attempt of blocking out their voices with his paws seemed futile when he removed them from his ears. "Great, they're so busy fighting that they can't hear you..." he grumbled and crossed his arms in disappointment. "And I was so looking forward to doinf something special today!"

"Me too..." A drawn-out sigh escaped your lips when two adults began circling each other, as if this was a brawl. The sight prompted you to pinch yourself, just to make sure that you were still grounded in reality. "But we won't get anywhere at this pace," you concluded sadly after your pinch-test.

"Psh... over here," a scrawny voice whispered.

Your head snapped into the voice's direction — it came from near the bushes and trees that decorated the front of Sam's store. Carefully, you nudged Grim's side and pointed to the flat and black creature on the ground. "Did that... shadow over there just talk?" you asked in confusion.

"Nah, must have been the wind." Grim rolled his eyes in frustration before returning his attention to the bickering professors.

"Over here. Over here..." It was that voice again.

This time, curiosity got the better of you. Your hand grabbed the cat by his arm and dragged him over to the bushes. "I really think the shadow wants something from us, Grim..." you muttered under your breath while narrowing your eyes at the mysterious black patch.

"Shadows don't talk..." Grim clicked his tongue. "You stupid henchhuman."

When your feet came to a halt in front of the shrubbery, you let your gaze wander in search for whoever had called out to you.

You almost screamed when Sam jumped out of the bush next to you. "What's up, little imps," he asked cheerfully.

With your hand resting on your rapidly rising and falling chest, you gazed at him in utter shock. Yet, after a few seconds and with the support of your equally as surprised cat friend, you managed to calm down again. A sheepish smile appeared on your lips as you asked, "Oh, Sam... So that shadow was your trick?" You eyed him curiously.

"You got it! I got curious about all the yelling in front of my store and went to check it out." A few leaves and branches clung to his clothes, which he now removed with ease. Yet, when he raised his gaze and found your eyes sunken with sadness, he let out a concerned gasp. "Are you alright, little imp?"

You lowered your gaze. "Crowley and Crewel are just fighting again..."

His magenta eyes softened in pity after he had quickly assessed the situation — from where you stood, the two professors could still be heard arguing loud and clear. The store owner shook his head in disbelief. "Poor you..." His one hand resting on your shoulder, the other gestured to the small building next to you. "You know what? Why don't you come into the store. I'll make you a nice cup of tea."

You tried your best at a smile, although it turned out a little bit wonky around the edges. "Thanks, Sam..."

"I even have some tuna-flavoured biscuits for you, kitty," the store owner announced, chuckling.

At that, Grim leapt into the air gleefully. "You're the best, Sam!"

Without wasting another second — and without Crowley and Crewel noticing your absence — Sam led you inside his store. The door creaked comfortingly under his touch and barely produced any sound when it fell it into the hinges behind you. A certain warmth came wafting your way, somehow vanquishing the chill from your bones. Without the shouting from the professors, you felt much more at ease by now.

And there were all sorts of interesting things to distract you.

"Try not to touch any of the glowing stuff. Might be dangerous," Sam warned when he found you staring at a crystal ball. "Oh and also— don't put anything in your mouth. Yes, Grim... I'm looking at you."

The cat in question gasped, offended. "Me? I would never!"

Sam and you laughed at the pout on the cat's face. Quicker than you had realised, the three of you arrived in the backroom to the store, accessible through the door behind the cash register. You could barely see a thing since candles were the only source of light. But, the small amount of light allowed you to notice strange forms and masses of complete blackness seated at the table. All of them possessed a pair of glowing eyes.

These looked just like the shadow that had lured you over to Sam a few minutes earlier.

"Here, take a seat," the store owner announced and gently nudged you to the free chairs. "Everyone, these are (Y/n) and Grim."

Your cat friend looked hesitant when one of the shadows began grinning at him. "That one has sharp teeth, (Y/n)..." he muttered and pressed himself into your side.

Sam began laughing upon noticing his fear. "Don't worry, Grim. None of them bite," he trailed off innocently. "They might nibble a little bit, though."

"That's not funny!"

Despite the protests, Grim and you soon found yourselves seated at the table, sandwiched in-between his friends from the shadow realm, as Sam had explained. In front of you, all sorts of biscuits and tea cups decorated the table — but you found yourself too intimidated by the shadows to help yourself to some of the food.

A shadow next to you seemed to have sensed your hesitancy. "May I offer you some beignets?" she asked you and held the plate with the pastries out to you.

"Oh, thank you..." You flashed her a nervous smile and quickly snatched one of the puffy treats for yourself.

"Would you like some tea?" another shadow chimed in and picked up the kettle.

"Yes please," you said, slowly but surely easing up by now.

The other shadows watched you in amusements, none of them seeming to hold any ill intentions. The shadow to your left seemed especially fond of you. "Oh my! Such a well-behaved human!" she chimed and let out a few squeals. "And so pretty, too. You look so... lively."

The joke sent you drowning in laughter.

"That wasn't even all that funny." Grim watched you sceptically as you laughed your soul out.

"Your cat's humour is dead~" another shadow exclaimed.

That remark caused your laughter to increase tenfold. Luckily, you had managed to set down your tea cup just in time before the laughter had overwhelmed you — lest you spilled any boiling tea on yourself.

Sam eyed you in satisfaction. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, impling. That's some interesting humour you have going on for yourself," he mumbled proudly. A few of his shadow friends even extended their arms to give him a high-five.

"Thanks for cheering me up, Sam," you said through your wheezing. "Though I do wonder what Crowley and Crewel are doing right now..."

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Bonus:

"I hate roller coasters and you, Crowley... So why am I here right now?"

The wind whipped past the two grown men as they sat in the middle wagon, surrounded by small children to their front and back. Whenever they rolled through a looping, Crowley began cheering and screaming with joy — perhaps a little twinge of fear, too. Crewel, on the other hand, sat next next him with an unaffected visage and crossed arms.

"It's not that bad, is it?" Crowley yelled over to his colleague. "Besides, I couldn't let those two tickets go to waste! I already paid for the full price for them, and there is a rule that says no refunds..."

Crewel exhaled in dread when he saw another looping approaching. "Where did I go wrong in life..."

[ohnococo]

Fight Night | CHAPTER 9 | MMA Fighter!Sukuna x Reader

You take care of Sukuna, and he takes care of you - this time with a gift. Uraume gives you a little insight along the way.

Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation

FIRST CHAPTER

LAST CHAPTER

It’s far from the first time you were left floating from all the butterflies in your stomach because of Sukuna, but it was the first time you’d done it quite so openly - with your arms wrapped around him, cuddling him like he’d always been here with you. It had taken everything in you to not ask him to spend the night, for the sake of keeping up your little game.

In the end though, you were happy with that choice. You’d already been on the verge of ending it all then and there in the heat of the moment and begging Sukuna to fuck you, but the longer he went without, the softer he seemed to get.

Emotionally, at least. As for his cock, he was left very much hard and very much soaking a wet patch through his pants right where his fat tip was nestled. It was enough to have your mouth watering, and his restraint when he finally got up to wash his hands and leave only had your pussy begging your mind to relent. Your mind won out though, when he gave you that smile that told you he knew everything you were thinking of letting him do to you, and said goodnight.

It made you feel pampered, knowing his word was his vow, knowing that he was content just to have pleased you and eased your mind in one. And eased your mind was, as you laid curled up in bed, having locked the door behind him only half an hour ago. But your core was still churning, wondering how a man that had first presented himself to you as a veritable God of hedonism could so easily switch it off just like that.

You think, and think, and think until your sleepiness is gone, coming to the conclusion that he hasn't switched it off, not really. He’s hidden it away in wait, and just as he denied himself temptation when preparing for his fights, only to release all restraint after he’s had his victory. But with this he’s holding back all of that hunger to release when you see fit.

It’s hard not to wonder how long he can wait until that dam bursts. You suspect he could hold out much, much longer than you with his mind so set on it. Then, you wonder if you really want to wait long, and decide that no, you don’t. There’s a date in mind, one you’ll keep to yourself, but in the meantime you find you need more to satisfy you than an orgasm all by your lonesome.

You roll over in bed, pulling your phone off charge and calling Sukuna, knowing he wouldn’t have been home for long and surely wasn’t asleep just yet. He answers on the second ring.

“I’m not coming over there again.”

It makes you giggle, giddy before you’ve even made your demands. “You in bed yet?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you to do something else for me.”

“Well?” He says it like he’s annoyed, but you can taste the anticipation in his voice.

“Get your cock out.”

He laughs, loud and sweet, and you hear fabric rustling as he does just as you’ve asked. His voice is light, playful, and you swear you can hear him smiling, “What now?”

You roll onto your back, nestling your head into your pillows, “Stroke it.”

His response is a low hum, and the lack of hesitation to follow your instructions sends waves of electricity coursing through you. “Nice and slow.”

He’s quiet for a moment. When he speaks his voice is even, and his words alone wouldn’t betray what he was doing if it weren’t for a small intake of air through his teeth. “You’re certainly full of demands tonight, aren’t you?”

Something about the way his voice sounds over the phone has that familiar pull in your stomach begging you to do something about it, so you slip your hand into your panties. As if he knows, he lets out a little groan right when you start sliding a finger around your clit, and you’re matching it with a shaky little gasp.

Now his voice is affected, “Hm? Is that what this is about?” He pauses, hissing as he adds something imperceptible to his movements on his cock that shake his voice only slightly. “You want me to help you get off again?”

The rumble of his deep voice is quickly turning that answer into a yes, though your response remains in line with your original plan. “I just want you to cum tonight.”

He’s chuckling again, taking a deep breath after to steady his voice even as he continues stroking his cock for you. “How sweet.”

You lick your lips, then put the call on speaker as you lie the phone next to your head on the pillow, rolling your fingers gently over your nipple while your other hand is busy in your panties.

Sukuna doesn’t miss the change in noise, “Are you playing with your clit? Or do you have your fingers inside?”

His words make you moan again, and he groans in response as you answer his question. “J-just my clit.”

“Mmm, why don’t you give yourself something to clench around when you make yourself cum? Fuck that cunt since I can’t do it for you right now.”

There’s no restraint in the noises he was getting out of you right now, even from afar, and though you’d started this as the one calling the shots, you’re obeying without question. You pull your panties down to your ankles, spreading your legs to slide your fingers inside while you resume your tight circles on your clit, getting lost in the low sounds of him panting as he strokes himself for you.

He isn’t leaving you to get too lost in it though, “And what about me?”

Your mind draws a blank, while you only fuck your fingers into yourself faster, before you’re catching up with your thoughts. “Stroke it faster.”

“Thank you.” It’s slightly patronising, reminding you that controlling him was a game you were playing because he’d decided to let you, but that has your chest and pussy clenching in unison.

He moans and you swear he’s playing up the noises he’s making more than ever, relishing in his ability to get you so heated just from the sound of him. It’s working, and working well as this time when you moan his own noise eclipses yours and has you drawing your knees up as your orgasm nears.

“Are you close?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle that turns to a groan halfway through, “I can be. Need me to cum for you?”

That sends your head spinning and your pussy clenching. “Please, I’m close…”

His breath only gets shakier, and you can hear the wet sound of him stroking himself fast, groans and moans coming closer and closer together. You try to slow down for him, to wait until he’s there with you, but it only gets harder.

“I was saving this up for your cunt.”

You can only whine in response to that, but his next words are all the go ahead you’d wanted to let go, “but I’ll just have to cum all over myself for you instead.”

His end is so hot on the heels of his words that it’s a wonder he even got them out, short deep groans sending you to your end with him. You’re moaning loudly for him as you work yourself through your orgasm, imagining just how much of his cum was covering his beautiful body just because you’d asked that he make it happen.

It has your thighs tensing, toes curling, and when you gasp out the last of your pleasure you sink deeper into your pillow, catching your breath as he does the same on the other end of the phone.

The two of you stay in a comfortable silence for ages, both staring up at your ceilings, both breathing softly as you bask in your shared afterglow. Then, you glance at the time and sit up, grabbing your phone.

“Shit, don’t you have to get up at the crack of dawn?”

Sukuna chuckles, having not been quite so unaware of the time, “I’ll be fine. Get some sleep.”

You know you’ll sleep well, and hope he does too.

He texts you the next afternoon, updating you on how his pre fight weigh-ins had gone. They’d gone just fine, apparently, though Todo had made some threatening gestures that had done nothing as far as affecting Sukuna. You figured it was just the younger man’s brand of bravado, and Sukuna says as much when informing you he’d only laughed in Todo’s face as the cameras clicked incessantly, eating up the display.

You want to see the little showdown yourself, but don’t even have to wait as Sukuna sends you a link to an article with a video included. He comments on the flashy poses Todo had assumed, persona apparently quite marketable, though Sukuna says he’d be suited for fake wrestling with a palpable level of derision, even through text, as he waits for your reaction.

In the video, you do indeed find Todo’s little moves entertaining, but get momentarily side tracked from texting Sukuna as much when you pick out a mop of pink hair off in a corner with Todo’s coaches. You think you might see some interaction there, but as Sukuna enters and exits from the opposite side of the room they don’t seem to cross paths. Then, the subject is changed before you can dwell on it too much.

when are you off work?

There he goes, getting you giddy just with the hint of a suggestion of time spent together.

Started early today, i’m out at 4

The text you were always waiting for comes through, quick as ever.

good. come over

No isn’t even a possible answer at this point, though you do want to actually get out of your drab work attire first.

I need to stop by mine first. What are we doing?

I have something for you.

Whether he’s referring to an actual gift or something else is lost on you, but you’re excited either way.

Excited enough to make quick work of showering once you’re home, touching up your makeup and putting on something much less business-casual now that you’re off the clock. Then, just as you’re about to slip your shoes on, Sukuna calls.

“Hey.”

“My pre-fight medical got pushed forward, so I won’t be back home for a bit.”

“Oh, rain check, then? Or do you want me to come over later?”

“No,” he says it like either were silly suggestions, “Uraume is in the kitchen today anyway, they’ll let you in.”

“Oh, okay.”

You say your goodbyes, and continue on your way out the door.

Uraume takes as much getting used to as Sukuna in some ways, except you didn’t click with them right away the same way you did with him. Now, you find they’ve grown on you.

With the way they open the door - giving you a small nod, which was their version of a friendly gesture - you suspect you’ve grown on them too. Had you found yourself in a big house alone with them several months ago you would have had your hairs standing on end thanks to their chilly demeanour, but now you were happy for the company.

As you follow them to the kitchen, opting to sit with them while they work, they call over your shoulder with just the smallest hint of amusement, “I see you two have made up.”

You’d forgotten that Uraume was technically in the next room for half of your awkward dinner, and if you didn’t know them better you’d have responded with an air of defensiveness. With Uraume though, you just say it like it is. “We weren’t really mad at each other or anything.”

Once you’re in the kitchen, Uraume is facing you properly, resuming their work at a cutting board on the island in Sukuna’s spacious kitchen. You take a seat across from them at one of the several high stools, leaning onto the countertop.

“I know.” Their face is unreadable, but they speak with a discerning tone, “If Sukuna had been truly angry you wouldn’t have gotten a word about his brother out of him.”

You freeze then, caught in two minds as to whether you should push for more or just move on. You choose the latter, turning the conversation elsewhere.

“So why do you do all of this stuff for Sukuna? You’re like a PA half the time.”

Uraume shoots you a look, unamused at you questioning their duties. Then, they shrug. “He looks after the people he cares for. I return the favour in the ways that I can.”

You ponder over those words, Sukuna looks after the people he cares about…

“Can I ask you a question?”

Uraume peers up at you, knife still working quickly over the onions on their chopping board, before they turn to push it into an awaiting pot on the stovetop behind them. You think you’re getting their version of a No, until they finally respond as they push the onions around with a wooden spoon. “He did try to take care of Yuuji, but he just sent everything right back.”

“Oh…” It was jarring hearing Uraume say his name. You’d tried to push it out of your mind since you’d read it under an image of him and Todo online, rather than having heard it from Sukuna himself.

They turn and shoot you a look that broadcasts the admission was between the two of you, but you have to admit you weren’t being nosy this time.

“I wasn’t asking about that, actually.”

Uraume’s posture stiffens, and you swear you see the beginnings of a blush as they turn away quickly, turning up the heat and stirring the onions much more vigorously. “Well. Just ask your question then, I need to get back to work.”

You’re glad they’ve turned away, otherwise your smile might have made them feel even more flustered at volunteering such information. “Does Sukuna always party like he did with me? With other girls, I mean.”

Their shoulders relax, feeling a little less embarrassed now that you were there being slightly vulnerable. Their response is said in that usual curt tone, but their glance over their shoulder at you feels like a silent indication of some kind of weight to their statement. “Not for more than one night he doesn’t.”

It has you smiling wide enough that you’re on the verge of chuckling outright, but hold back just a little with Uraume there. “Thanks Uraume, I’ll leave you to it then.”

You’re only just wiggling off of the stool before Uraume stops you, having recovered slightly from their blunder. “You can stay… just don’t distract me.”

Though Uraume had grown on you, they still didn’t make for the most sparkling conversation, so the time passes slowly until Sukuna returns. That isn’t entirely to blame on Uraume though, with your impatience at the time between seeing Sukuna having grown stronger and stronger as the months went by. As smitten as you are though, you do hold back on running to greet him at the door like an excited puppy - that was simply a step too far.

He doesn’t make it easy, though, smiling wide when he makes his way into the kitchen and looks from you to Uraume, then back to you.

“Are you two conspiring against me?”

Uraume doesn’t find it amusing, offering a little scoff and returning to dividing food into glass containers. You do, though.

“I don’t think we’d have a chance, even in a 2v1.” You look up at him as he comes to stand next to where you were seated, your eyes wide and a slight pout as you add, “Unless you go easy on us?”

His brows flick upward, adding an edge to his smile, “Never.”

Uraume is unperturbed as ever by the energy shift as you two speak, pulling a tray out of the oven and speaking about their only concern, “I’ll plate up in a moment, if you want to sit down?”

Sukuna nods, though his eyes are still on you, “Of course, Uraume.”

Now you are moved to get up from your seat, wrapping your arms around Sukuna’s hips, and resting your chin on his chest, “Dinner at yours two days in a row? I’m starting to think you have a crush on me or something.”

He huffs, and when you stand on your tiptoes he leans down to give you the kiss you were so clearly requesting. You part your lips for him immediately, granting him entry to explore your mouth, hands travelling down your back to squeeze at your ass then settle on your hips before he’s pulling back to speak.

“Stating the obvious is a waste of time.”

You roll your eyes, pulling away from him, but his hands have you locked firmly in place. He dips his head low, pressing his cheek to yours, “Crush is a word for children. You’ll have to use something better than that.”

Then, he’s letting you go and heading towards his dining room, gesturing for you to follow. You do, quickly, having wound up the excited puppy anyway thanks to his words.

This time dinner is without worry, and last night’s uncomfortable brand of tension is traded for one that’s much more pleasant. Your concerns are gone, and you just enjoy your time with Sukuna, you’ve even forgotten why he’d asked you to come over in the first place until your food has been long finished and your conversation has moved to his living room.

When you’d come in you’d glimpsed at the large white gift box on the centre of his coffee table, but decided to continue the conversation until Sukuna brought it up himself.

Instead you’re settled in on his couch, as comfortable as you can get on leather that's too new to be supple enough to relax on, and your bare foot sticks uncomfortably to it as you tuck it under your knee while turning to face Sukuna. He pulls it from under you, settling it on his lap instead before resting a heavy hand on your ankle. You bring the other one up to join it on his lap and lean back onto the arm of the couch as he speaks.

“They have special seating for family and friends of fighters, you’ll be right behind the judges and able to see us clearly.” He waves a hand dismissively at his next thought, “You’ll be separated from the riffraff too.”

It’s exciting, watching a fight up close. You’re sure you wouldn’t have cared some months ago, but now you have a vested interest.

“Will Uraume be there? Or are they going to be with you?”

“Uraume will meet us afterwards. They don’t like the noise of the events.”

You are and aren’t surprised, “But they like the noise of the club?”

He shrugs, unphased by the multitudes his quiet personal chef apparently contained, “They like people watching in places like that.”

You’re reminded of the first night you’d met them both. “Yeah, I gathered that…”

“We’ll need to go in hours before you anyway,” he starts rubbing his thumb along the arch of your foot as he speaks, “you can stay here the night before, I’ll send a car for you when they’ll be letting your section in.”

You nod, happy to have the logistics out of the way for the first live fight you’ll have ever watched. You hope it won’t be the last.

“Are you nervous?”

He laughs, shaking his head, “No.”

“So are you going to finish him in the first match?”

The corners of his mouth quirk downward as he feigns deep thought at it, before responding with a wicked grin, “Second round. He seems fun.”

You wiggle your feet against his lap, as his touch goes light enough to tickle, and he takes that as an opportunity to finally address the box on the table, flicking his index finger in its direction.

“That’s for you.”

You lean over to grab it, pulling your feet off his lap to sit cross legged as you set it between the two of you. There’s no grand reveal as he explains what it is before your hands have even reached the black ribbon wrapped around it, untying it carefully before starting to slowly pull the lid off.

“Something to wear for the fight.”

You’re flattered, but your guard is up ever so slightly as you fold back the tissue paper surrounding the clothing inside. There are some ways that you don’t fully know Sukuna just yet, but you absolutely know what he’s like and expect to find it’s some tight revealing thing not entirely dissimilar to the things he seemed to love seeing you in on your nights out. It has you questioning if you’d really want to wear that around people who admire him, people who don’t know what the two of you had spent months doing with reckless abandon.

As it’s finally revealed, you run your hands over the neatly folded pale blue dress. It unfurls as you lift it by the shoulders, and you’re surprised, having to stand to hold it out and take it in fully. It’s clearly meant to be form fitting as you’d expected, but it’s long enough that it would hit just below the knees. The sleeves are long too, and the neck is high. You might even call it modest, if it weren’t clearly meant to hug your every curve.

“It suits you.” He says it with a sense of certainty. He hadn’t seen you in it, he hadn’t seen you in anything quite like it, but he will because he expected it. And if there was one thing you did, it was meet his expectations, then exceed them.

You turn it around, taking in the deep cutout on the back, and smile. There was the little hint of what you’d been expecting, accompanied by a slit in the back to allow you to move in the tight dress, though you’re aware you have no hope of wearing a bra in it - something that surely weighed heavily in his choice.

Despite the gesture, your face feels hot. It was strange, like it was too much. Technically, it wasn’t. He’d absolutely spent more than this dress was worth on drinks and drugs and rides across town alone, but this was something to hang onto, something tangible.

Then, he’s giving you that sigh, the one that tells you he’s putting a stop to something that bores him. “Stop thinking.”

You’d been good at that with him. Some of the time at least. Other times you’d been awful at it. He was right though, since you’d started getting to know each other more any time you’d second guessed his intentions you’d found them to be true to what they initially appeared to be. It’s just a dress, you tell yourself, putting it back in the box carefully.

“I’ll see if it fits.”

He smiles, satisfied, knowing it would. Knowing you knew it would too.

“Thank you.” You add, and you mean it.

He nods, but waits, watching your face. He knows there’s something waiting to be tacked onto your appreciation. With the way his raised brows beckon you to just come out with it, you’re reminded that he could always read your tells the way you’ve come to read his.

“But… you didn’t get me this because of yesterday, did you?”

His jaw tenses for a moment, then he closes his eyes as he lets out a little sigh. When he opens them he looks a little less hardened than he had just moments ago, “I’m giving it to you right now because of that, yes.”

You aren’t sure how to feel about that, but he heads you off at the pass before you can wonder at his intentions with it.

“It was bought weeks ago.”

You run your fingers across the fabric, thinking despite his attempts to ease your mind. So he tries again.

“This… thing with my brother is not something I’ll keep to myself forever. For now, this is another apology. But it was only bought because I wanted to get you something nice.”

You’re satisfied with that, breathing out the last of your apprehension as you move the box back to its original place on the coffee table, and sit on Sukuna’s lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair.

“Thank you.” This time it’s said with nothing but gratitude, and you kiss him on the cheek, having to move quickly to avoid him turning to meet you with his lips instead.

When you pull back, he looks smug. “You’re welcome.”

“I’m gonna ask you something awkward now.”

His body tenses, mouth straightening into a line as he raises his brows in wait for your question.

“This isn’t a fling right?”

He relaxes immediately, head tilting back as he lets out a boisterous laugh. You’re unsure of yourself for a moment, as he takes a bit too long revelling in whatever amusement he got out of your question. “Is that all?”

You nod, leaning back a little as you pull your hands from his hair, but he’s grabbing you by your upper arms, wrapping them back around him. “I wouldn’t buy a $300 dress for a fling.”

“Jesus Christ, did you really spend that much?”

“Well you’d have probably started pouting about buying me something in return if it had been jewellery.”

You don’t know what to say. He was probably right, some big rock on a necklace would probably have left you lightheaded, but your head was already spinning just from knowing he’d spent a car payment on a dress you know will wind up a mess from whatever happens around town after his fight.

“Honestly when you said you had something for me I thought it was going to be lingerie.”

He dismisses the thought with a shake of his head, “I’d rather you go without entirely. Lingerie is just a waste of my time.”

It has your blood pumping faster, but you also can’t help scoffing and rolling your eyes at him. “Okay so you’re too good for cute panties, noted.”

He doesn’t take the bait, suddenly kissing you instead, wrapping his arms around your body. You melt into him, and when he pulls back to let you breathe you finally find your way back to the question you’d asked earlier, bolstered by Uraume’s earlier words as well as Sukuna’s own.

“So I’m not a crush, not a fling… what am I?”

Sukuna smiles, looking into your eyes and holding your body so close to his that he can feel every little muscle threatening to tense in anticipation of his answer.

“You’re mine.”

CHAPTER 10

[cthulhuwritesstuff]

Leave him alone, it was cold and he can’t perform under pressure !

Look at his focused little frown and the DYI IMP patch on his jacket, just look at it

He is so helpless gods I can’t

[radioisntdead]

I need some more platonic fun stuff!! So how about something silly.

I need Alastor meeting a pirate overlord reader (gender neutral if you want but i prefer male reader) Alastor and reader becoming great friends. Like reader even having pirate slang, sea shanties!! A pirate ship and everything! Obviously Reader is the captain but they fun and often times joke.

(Probably because Alastor dressed up as a pirate once)

Reader will be the father alastor never had 💀

Good evening my dear! I positively ADORE the idea of pirate reader, I wrote a drabble and some headcanons!

Hell's greatest pirate

Alastor & M! Pirate reader

Warnings: ARRRRG PIRATE NOISES, this did have two other sea shanties but I took them out because GOOD GRIEF THE EDITING.

Sea shanty

There once was an pirate that was feared across the seven seas, he struck fear into those who opposed him, he was revered by his crew, and he only perished because of the harshest of storms, and now he was feared across the seven rings of hell, with his crew of outcasted sinners and floating ship.

This Pirate was you, in all of your waterlogged pirate-y glory!

You led your crew through the skies setting course to visit an old friend of yours in Cannibal town, you breathed in the stale air as the youngest member of your crew, a young imp sat on the edge of the ship, giggling.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," she started, glancing at the ground below her.

"I smell the... the bones of an English Man!" She giggled, so you did the only acceptable thing, and you hoisted her up onto your shoulders.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum!" You spun yourself around as the child giggled, you matched her glee as you sung

"Heave, High, Ho, Hum," your right hand man, or octopus in this case, Kirby sung along.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum, from the dawning of the day," your boot stomped into the ground of the ship.

"To the drowning of the sun,"

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," The little imp giggled as she dropped from your shoulders landing in Kirby's arms.

"Salt on my tongue from the spray of the sea," you steered the ship to the side, as the harsh wind brushed against your face you grinned.

"Drunk on the sun beating down on me," you watched as some of your crew stumbled before catching themselves and adjusting.

"Bound for a treasure that's never been seen," you grabbed your flask out of your pocket and took a swig, the rum patching your thirst, not enough to make you tipsy though, wouldn't want to meet Rosie dead drunk now would you?

"Where dead men lay their bones," you tucked your flask back into your pocket as you barked a few orders for the crew to follow.

"Blood on my hands from the pull of the rope," Kirby placed the child onto the ground, grabbing onto a stray rope and tying it back to where it belonged, the child beside her watching with glee.

"No wind in our sails, So we have to row," another crew member ran past carrying a comical amount of swords.

"And it's heave, ho-" The crew member tripped over themselves, sending the swords flying.

"Or to the locker, you'll go," several other crew members moved out of the way, managing to not get stabbed and injured, at most they simply got a new tear in their clothes.

"Where dead men lay their bones,"

"Pick up the damned swords you bilge-sucking seadogs!"

"Where dead men lay their bones,"

The little Imp child ran behind you grinning and watching as the adults around her worked.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," you ruffled the hair on her head, being careful not to accidentally smack her horns.

"Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum," You adjusted your hat as you watched your crew scramble below.

"Heave, High, Ho, Hum,"

The fallen swords were cleaned up in a perfect symphony.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," You watched as they returned to their respective duties afterwards.

"From the dawning of the day," you looked upwards, catching a glance of the fool in the crows nest.

"To the drowning of the sun," an eyebrow was raised as you watched him drunkenly move around.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," You motioned for Kirby to take over steering, as you hopped down onto the deck and traveled below.

You could faintly hear the child giggle as you head into the cabin, grabbing your own ropes and the such.

"Shapes in the shadows, wanna swallow us whole,"

You could hear the stomping and walking around of your crew, all doing their due diligence.

"The roar of the Kraken, tries to pull us below," you turned around to make your way back to the top.

"So it's heave, ho, or to the locker, we'll go," you took a moment to look at the ground, you would reach Cannibal town soon.

"Where dead men lay their bones," hiding away your grin you looked up at the sailor in the crows nest, you watched as he took a swing of the bottle in his hand.

"Captain Jack throws another one back," a sailor who acted like he ran the ship all while doing nothing at all.

"He finishes a bottle," you raised an eyebrow as he threw a bottle overboard.

"While we're breakin' our backs, so it's "Aye Cap!" until we give him the sack," you kicked the wooden pillar that held the drunken sailor with such force that it caused him to stumble and fall right into your arms.

A romantic thing it'd be if it wasn't for the fate that beheld him.

"Where dead men lay their bones"

Your crew surrounded him, taking the ropes you got to tie his arms and legs together.

"What do we do with a drunken sailor?" the drunken sailor sobered up quickly as he realized what was happening.

"Don't have a longboat or a rusty razor," he was soon lifted up and brought to the side of the boat.

"Toss him in the drink, and watch him sink" what an unfortunate fate that you had just entered cannibal town, your former crew member's body becoming a meal for whichever one got their claws on him.

"Where dead men lay their bones," you grinned as you looked down, waving at some of the residents.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum," you traveled back to the top where your first mate and the child stayed taking control of the ship once more as the child giggled once more.

"Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum, Heave, High, Ho, hum."

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," Kirby took the child down onto the deck as the crew began to prepare to anchor.

"From the dawning of the day, to the drowning of the sun," you steered the ship hoping to park near Rosie's emporium, not wanting to risk crushing a building like you did the last time you visited.

"No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum,"

Your crew took down the sails, slowing down.

"Weigh, hey, and up he rises," "Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he rises"

The anchor was grabbed and hoisted above,

"Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he rises" "Weigh, hey, and up he'll stay"

Once you were right next to Rosie's, you motioned for your crew to drop the anchor, the metal causing the sidewalk it landed upon to crack, catching the attention of two cannibal overlords that resided inside.

"Where dead men hang their bones,"

You hopped down onto the deck, taking a moment to make sure you looked decent.

"Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, Crossbones, swords, and a bottle of rum," you proceeded to run to the side of the ship.

"Heave, High, Ho, Hum, No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum," and like Tarzan you took off running, leaping into the air and grabbing onto one of the ropes that hung off the side of your ship.

"From the dawning of the day," you swung around in the air, catching a glimpse of Rosie walking out of her Emporium with a deer-like sinner in tow.

"To the drowning of the sun, No rest for the lily-livered pirate scum."

"Ahoy Rosie! Ahaha!" You waved at the cannibal below, maneuvering the rope as you slid down, jumping off it once it was safe to die so, your crew cheering at the rather reckless move.

"Captain! It's been quite awhile dearie!" Rosie said as she moved in to hug you, you graciously returned the hug,

"Ay it has! I've been sailing these here skies with me swashbuckler of a crew but we're back in this side of the ring until the briney deep calls for us again!" Rosie grinned as the hug broke apart,

"You simply must tell us all about your travels, ah but first let me introduce you to Alastor!" Rosie gestured to the Radio demon beside her, to the average sinner his grin would be unnerving but to someone like you, you thought it was rather welcoming!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure!" Alastor reached a hand out for you to shake, only for you to pull him into a pirate hug, squishing the poor deer.

AND IT'S HEADCANON TIME FOLKS! OHOHO

Alastor was NOT intending on getting adopted by a Pirate, but alas you cannot escape the pirate found family.

You're practically the entire crew's dad, Alastor is probably one of your favorite children though.

First couple of times you encountered Alastor [At Rosie's] You called him a landlubber but after y'all get closer, you begin calling him "My boy!" Or "Son"

Alastor acts like he despises it but you're the dad he wishes he had when he was young.

Y'all are very Hamilton the musical, George Washington and Alexander Hamilton coded

"Son!" "Don't call me son!"

You hear a lot of stories during your travels, and therefore tended to "Scuttlebutt" with Rosie, and eventually Alastor.

When Alastor disappeared for seven years you were WORRIED,

"Has anyone seen my son? Alastor! Papa's looking for you!!!"

You somehow got ahold of his baby pictures and show them off like a proud parent, honestly same case with his most recent pictures.

Imagine getting tortured by this pirate and he just pulls out his wallet and starts talking about his kids, and one of them is the FUCKIN' RADIO DEMON??

The two of you go head to head in drinking competitions, so far y'all have tied in them.

If you get him drunk enough he'll join in with singing your sea shanties

Rosie and Kirby are NOT thrilled about having to take care of a plastered Radio host and a three sheets to the wind Pirate caption

Can't remember if Alastor being afraid of heights is canon or fanon but we're going with it rn,

Dude is PETRIFIED ON YOUR SHIP.

Doesn't show it but like, it's horrifying and it does not HELP that you keep referring to the skies as the ocean.

By the way you definitely own one of those singing fish, you gave one to Alastor.

He has it hung up somewhere and he curses at it.

You teach Alastor pirate slang meanings and it's the same case as when Rosie teaches him modern slang.

Cursed cat Alastor likes to chill out in the boat.

He does try to eat the crew at times.

Very similar case with Mimzy and Rosie with the touching, you give very.... Strong hugs.

Good evenin' folks! I do hope you enjoyed this! I had fun writing it! And I'm glad that I got to sneak in my little Pirate Kirby, I haven't mentioned her in months, Hopefully I'll get the chance to play around with a Pirate reader some more but anyways Thank you for tunin' on in and I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night!

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