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[dxncingwithastrxnger]

GENMUI SHARE

AKAJAKAKSMS OKAY OKAY SO TO ANYONE ELSE READING THIS, M A J O R DS/KNY MANGA SPOILERS PAST THIS POINT, LIKE LATE MANGA

BUT HEAR ME OUT OKAY

GENYA RIGHT WHEN HE DIES

HE LIKE FADES AWAY AND SHIT AND SANEMI'S CRYING AND EVERYTHING AND GENYA IS LIKE "Okay, I'm dead now, let's see what that means" B U T

INSTEAD OF WAKING UP IN THE AFTERLIFE

HE SUDDENLY WAKES UP IN A BEDROOM

SPECIFICALLY A MODERN BEDROOM

IN A NORMAL, NO DEMONS, MODERN WORLD

HE WAKES UP AND IS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHERE HE'S AT WHEN SUDDENLY HE HEARS A LOUD BLARING NOISE (His phone alarm ofc) AND IT TERRIFIES HIM BECAUSE HE'S FROM OLD TIMES AND THEN SANEMI IS YELLING FROM ANOTHER ROOM FOR HIM TO GET THE HELL UP AND HE'S SO CONFUSED

AND BASICALLY WHAT HAPPENS

TWO DIFFERENT UNIVERSES TEMPORARILY CONNECT (I haven't figured out how/why yet) AND RIGHT WHEN GENYA DIES, HE ACTUALLY SWITCHES PLACES WITH A MODERN AU GENYA

SO TAISHO ERA GENYA GOES TO A MODERN WORLD WITHOUT DEMONS AND MODERN GENYA GOES TO A MODERN WORLD WHERE THEY'RE TECHNICALLY STILL IN THE MIDDLE OF FIGHTING DEMONS

AND CHAOS ENSUES

AND I KNOW THAT I WANT IT TO BE GENMUI

BUT I'M NOT SURE HOW I WANNA DO THAT

LIKE DO I BRING CANON MUI BACK?? OR DO I MAKE IT ANGSTY WHERE ONLY ONE GENYA GETS TO BE WITH MUI?

DOES TAISHO GENYA GO BACK TO HIS WORLD AND DIE?? LIVE?? OR DOES HE NOT GO BACK AT ALL?? I HAVE ALL SORTS OF STUFF I STILL GOTTA FIGURE OUT, TBH

But here, this is all I have written for it currently:

[“I want you to…be…happy…”

“Genya.”

“I don’t…want you to…die…”

“Genya!!”

His own name echoes throughout his mind, though he’s surprised he still has one, considering he’s dead. He supposes that means there really is an afterlife. In fact, he can still feel his body. Or at least some version of it. He feels almost like he’s falling. Or maybe he’s being pulled down? Like sinking deeper into water. He can’t hear or see anything anymore, he can just…feel. He’s not sure how much time passes as he goes through this strange phase or void. He has no way to tell. But eventually, it’s like he’s finally settled into something.

Suddenly, he feels something solid beneath him. His vision turns into that of behind his closed eyelids. And now he can hear things again.]

[princesssmars]

baby girl, im finna rock your shit!

a sequel to this vi x reader. p.iii

wc : 1.735

contains : fxf relationship and sex. some romantic fluff. rough sex. penetrative sex (r!receiving). some dom!vi i think. lowkey highkey jealous/possesive vi.

a/n : greatest writing motivation is being horny as fuck. enjoy.

for better or worse, violet could not keep her hands off of you.

when you first glanced at her you did not take her for the type to be so affectionate - dyed black hair, smudged eyeshadow, not to mention the abundance of leather she was wearing as she celebrated knocking her opponent out cold. that mixed with her playboy reputation with some of her more desperate fans? let’s say you weren’t expecting nightly shoulder rubs and playful smushing of cheeks when you got home.

but when you finally gave her a chance to worm her way into your heart you were gladly surprised to see just how much of a sweetheart the boxer could really be. she texted you every day and constantly made sure you were taking care of your physical and mental well-being.

and of course, once you gave her the go-ahead she was so physically affectionate. she always had a hand on your hip when walking in public, gently moving you to avoid a small obstacle or to show you a small place she wanted to treat you to. at your shared apartments she would follow you around almost akin to a puppy, a big dopey smile on her face as she stood behind you while you were grabbing some chips from the kitchen.

“uhh…do you need something?”

“nope.”

“…are you sure?”

“yup.”

and every time you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and smile at her before putting a kiss on her cheek.

and while you noticed it beforehand, after you slept together for the first time you saw just how…depraved her affection could get.

from your experience, the first few days after the first time with a partner could be strange, with neither partner knowing when it would be right to initiate the next time without seeming too distant or too desperate. but gods were you glad you and vi were on the same wavelength. it was only the morning after that you were ready to go at her again, nearly embarrassingly desperate to feel the ache she left between your legs again.

but you were feeling just the slightest bit of self-conscious over how eager you were with her last night, so you decided to do something nice to show your appreciation by making her and you a nice breakfast. even though your legs felt the slightest bit wobbly as you made your way to the kitchen.

in the middle of you poking at the eggs to check their progress when you feel a pair of strong arms encircle your waist and a towering body press into your back. you try to keep focusing on the cooking but it becomes impossible when vi starts to playfully bite and kiss at the skin of your neck, forcing you to giggle as the feeling of it combined with her hair getting in your face.

your giggle turns into an airy gasp when her palms grasp your hips and she brashly thrusts her crotch into your backside, moving your body over to the side so you can grip the counter. a deep groan escapes from her throat when your hand travels up to grip her hair. another moan leaves your throat when she lets one of her hands travel down beneath her your sleepshirt.

so you were both equally desperate. and it was amazing.

now her quick kisses before boxing matches had a fair chance of turning into heated make-out sessions and quickies, her scarred lips smiling as she whispered how she needed to complete her ‘winning ritual’ before she goes out to fight, which usually consists of her getting on her knees and eating you out until you’re dizzy. she also loved downright groping you whenever she got the chance when you slept over at her apartment. you could be mopping the floors and she wouldn’t hesitate to reach down and squeeze or slap your ass before walking off like nothing happened.

and though you initially didn't suspect it, you find out she can be incredibly possessive. and again, it was amazing.

once you started to become more official vi made sure you had a front-row ticket to her matches so she could turn her head and spot you whenever she was in the ring. she was scheduled to fight some up-and-coming boxer who was known for her big mouth, and after shit-talking vi one too many times in the press your girlfriend was more than eager to step into the ring. you just didn't expect the woman to have an apparent death wish as she openly flirted with you before the match started, blowing you a kiss and a wink before coming face to face with an uncommonly calm violet.

it was one of the faster knockouts she'd gotten in her career.

as soon as the press and her team were done talking to her she gave you a look. a look that said “get your ass in the car because you are so getting messed up when we get home,,”

and so, you get your ass in the car. and not even an hour later, she makes good on her silent words.

“fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“thats it, take it baby. just fucking take it.”

when you had called vi depraved you truly meant it, as there was no other way to describe the provocative posiiton she had you in - your body pliant and settled on top of hers as her arms wrapped under your kneed and locked behind your head.

all of it was just so deliciously disorienting. the way her feet planted on to the mattress so that she could use her core to thrust her hot pink strap inside of your cunt, the frequent growls and grunts she let fly right next to your ear, how her clasped hands kept forcing your head from rolling back to looking down-

you let out a pitifully desperate whine when your eyesight locks onto the sight of your body from the mirror she dragged over to the front of the bed. youd felt a zap go through your body as she was doing so, and it was only increased ten fold as you saw the creamy mess between your thighs, strings of your slick expanding and contracting each time she pounded herself into you.

“god, i can feel you clenching around me. you like looking at how fucking messy i make you?” violet sneers before delivering a random harsh thrust inside you, laughing nearly cruelly when an odd squeaking comes from your throat.

“aw don't worry baby, i love it too. sounds so fucking good, should've set up a god damn camera-”

it is definitely not embarrassing how loudly you moan at that. you aren't allowed to be bashful when violet giggles into your shoulder. she brings one of her hands to wrap around your throat while the other travels downwards. she brushes over your breasts and stomach, reveling in the ripple it causes when you take a shaky inhale at the feeling.

you’re so caught up in the contradictory softness of her touch and the roughness of her hips movements that you’re more than shocked when she raises her hand and brings it down in a hard slap against your thigh. your hips involuntarily move up into her palm while down towards the strap, conflicted on which pleasure you want to overwhelm you.

“come on, don't run from it. we know you can take it.” she groaned, bringing her hand down in another rough slap against your thigh. she was never the most jealous person. she was never in a relationship long enough to be jealous. but seeing you fall apart for her so desperately after that bitch had the nerve to hit on you in front of her put a sick feeling of satisfaction in the pit of her chest.

your whines start to take on a higher pitch that reveals to her you’re closer than ever to your orgasm. high off of the win and the euphoria of fucking you and feeling the base of her dick bumping into her clit with each thrust, she decides to take a gamble and do something that she knows will make you make a mess for her.

there are no words to describe the full-body feeling you have at her rough palm smacking down on your clit, or the way your orgasm rips out of you like a bullet train. it’s so powerful it nearly hurts, and no matter how much you try to arch away from her she uses her grip to hold you down and follows you up with her hips.

“nuh uh, don't fucking run from me, baby. just feel it, god take it, bet you look so fucking pretty.”

the pleasure feels like it lasts for hours, and its only halfway through that you realize you’re leaking all over both of you and the sheets. you also realize that the experience has brought violet to a fiery orgasm herself, her body pushing through the pleasure as she uses shaky thrusts to help the both of you ride through your orgasms.

with how much she loves being affectionate, it's no surprise that vi is a god at aftercare. once it's clear your high has passed and you’re teasing the edge of sleep she immediately gets to work by slowly slipping the strap out of you and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek when you whimper at the object leaving your warmth. ever so gently she handles your body to slip off of hers and rest on the bed and on shaky legs walks to get a rag from the bathroom.

after cleaning both of you off she tosses the strap to the floor to be cleaned later and flops in bed next to you. as she lays on her stomach she rests her arm over your body, pulling you in ever closer to her.

“y’know i think that reaction gives me permission to start calling you jealous.” your voice is quiet but hoarse and gives her just the littlest bit of pride.

“’m not jealous. maybe i just can’t get enough of you.”

god, you hope you get flirted with more often.

[chloesimaginationthings]

THE SAME-

Reaction to scooped Mike

CANON, they would be friends,,,

[lover-of-mine]

Me since season 6: the couch is irrelevant, the import part is the lasagna!!!!!!!!!

Everyone: *ignores me*

707: Buck gets with the wrong guy and Eddie starts dating Shannon's ghost in the episode Buck messes up the lasagna he previously stated he had already perfected

806: has Eddie confessing in possibly the same shirt as the 601 dinner

Me: IT'S ABOUT THE FUCKING LASAGNA LOVE IN THIS SHOW IS STORED IN THE KITCHEN AND IN FOOD A PLACE IS JUST A PLACE HOME HAS ALWAYS BEEN A PERSON ITS ALL ABOUT THE FOOOOOOOOOOOD

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Reader who wears glasses eating out abby omgggg and she take them off and puts them on abby and she's like "Baby I don't see shit" and reader says "neither I do"

BROOOO

🔞!

like you’re eating her out with such a vigor her strong thighs start clenching around your head. Your glasses start to become an inconvenience so you pause, causing a desperate whine from the blonde. You crawl your way up to her, and she can’t help but blush and shyly smile when she sees her arousal dripping from your lips. You place your glasses on her face with a mischievous grin and she giggles, “babe what-” you quiet her with a kiss and make your way back down to her sweet cunt with a line of gentle kisses. “Jesus your blind I can’t see shit,” she says with a gasp as you begin teasing her once again with your tongue. “Well neither can I.” You reply with a satisfied hum. You take her clit into your mouth as you begin teasing her soaking entrance, earning a delicious whimper from Abby’s lips.

Hehe 💕

[chai-berries]

eli’s costume dilemma (much to the amusement of his moms)

you: “so you wanna be spider man? like from the comic books?”

elijah, obviously irritated: “no :( i wanna be a spider who is also human!”

abby, overheard from the kitchen: “hey! we don’t raise our voices at your mama!”

elijah, quieter voice: “sorry mama. i’m just… frustrated”

you raise your brows at his choice of words.

you: “why are you frustrated?”

abby walks in from the kitchen, she wipes her hands on a dish towel then swings the towel over her shoulder

elijah: “everyone thinks i’m going to be spider-man but i wanna be a spider who is also human. it is different.” he pouts.

you open your arms and he climbs up to sit next to you. it’s a perfectly strategic move to hide your smiling face from his sad one.

you, brushing his hair back in a comforting manner: “and what is the difference again?”

elijah: “he was made into a spider but is human. i was born as a spider-human”

abby makes eye contact with you: “what a weirdo” she mouths then turns around to head back into the kitchen to work on dinner again

you hide your smile by kissing elijah’s temple

you, once you tame your laughter: “okay, baby. then a spider-human is what you will be. what do you need help with?”

elijah, thoughtful to your question, though obvious to the irony and absurdity of his costume: “i need to make four more legs appear on my body”

you: “hmm what about paper towel rolls? momma puts them in the recycling bin so I bet some are still there. why don’t you go look?”

elijah, happier than before: “ok! thank you mama!”

elijah detaches from you and sprints to the kitchen

abby, overheard in the kitchen, to elijah who must have ran right to her: “okay my little spider-human, what are we working with here?”

[good-griief]

true! sex is cool but do you ever think of getting into bed while abby is laying down and pushing her shirt up to kiss her stomach and feel the fluttering of her abdomen against your lips as she laughs at the feeling of your warm kisses <3

ur so right actually here u go<33

I think after a long day of working hard and tiring herself out, Abby would go to her room and lie down. She’d expected you to be there, as you’d planned to eat together in her room, but you must’ve still been working, so she changed out of her day clothes and waited with a book as she lay in bed. She’d tried to stay awake, fighting off sleep each time her eyes fluttered, but eventually her book was left in front of her as her head rested on the pillow you usually used.

When you finally got to her room, completely exhausted from the extra tasks you’d been handed, you were carrying two plates of hot food and trying not to drop them as you came in carefully and kicked the door shut behind you. You set the food on a small desk she had in the room and looked at her, fast asleep.

You felt bad for making her wait, especially since you were the one that suggested dinner in her room for privacy; meaning that she hadn’t eaten.

You continued to let her rest, undressing and getting into one of her sweatshirts and a pair of her boxers before you went to the bed and knelt beside her. You moved her book to the bedside table, marking the page for her before running your hand over her hair and down to her cheek to run the pad your thumb over her soft skin.

“Abby?” You spoke quietly, bringing your hand to her shoulder. She turned on her back to get your hand off her, making you chuckle. She was never in a deep sleep when she didn’t fall asleep with you, and you usually found that endearing. Tonight it made you feel even worse about standing her up. “Baby,” you changed your tone, whispering in a coo as you leaned down to kiss her cheek. She huffed, sleepily turning away from the touch before her brows furrowed, slowly recognizing the soft plush of your lips.

You chuckled as you brought your hands to her hips, pushing up the material of her shirt and lowering your head to her abdomen. Your lips grazed against her freckled skin before you kissed just under her navel. You knew how sensitive she was here, and your knowledge proved to be true when she stirred.

You kissed her freckled skin softly, warmth spreading wherever your lips touched and making her slowly wake to the familiar feeling as you slowly kissed up her abdomen.

You didn’t realize until you felt her muscles twitch, a breathy laugh coming from her as her hand went to your head and ran over your hair. You peppered kisses along her skin, practically kissing each of her dusted freckles as she laughed at the ticklish feeling.

[jessythebunny]

For Duck, What Ya Think Of Abby’s Upgraded Outfit? Also *Virtual Hug for Jessy(Bestie)*

Oh also *virtuel hug back:3*

[abbyshands]

Need a hand reveal 🤭

hello ??? so random buttt 😭 s’gonna be too underwhelming if i do just my hand icl so. arm reveal ?!?!

[welldonekhushi]

*if Adler is pressuring Vasili too much*

Charles: ... *covers Vasili with his blazer*

Vasili: What the fuck are you up to? *narrows his eyes*

Charles: Shut up and have this *gives him a mug of tea* now excuse me *goes to smack Adler with the broom screaming and cursing*

Vasili: Note to self: Take the broom from Moore...after he knocks out Adler *smiling maliciously*

Vasili is just watching Charles beat Adler with a broom while he sips on his tea. Not Jodie, Aleks, Abby, Koa and Mila joining along with the tea, as well. They're having a blast.

Mila asks, "Does anyone want some extra sugar?"

Aleks and Vasili raised their hands. "Me."

"I'd like to have it spicy." Abby smiles. "It's fun to sip on it while Charles beats him with the broom. Oh what if he puts some hot oil on the wooden stick?"

"That's way too much." Aleks said, as everyone in the room slightly groaned. "Even if he's my husband, I enjoy this. A lot." She chuckles a bit.

"Me too. Charles is doing what we should have before." Jodie sips on her tea.

"A little harder in the back, Charles! It's more effective!" Koa cried out.

"Ah, so satisfying." Vasili closes his eyes, sips his tea and takes a breather as they watch the chaos between Charles and Adler together.

Characters mentioned:

Vasili "Bell" Sokolov

Mila — @efingart

Jodie "Bell" Hall — @imagoddamnonionmason

Aleksandra "Aleks" Clarke K. — @alypink

Koa "Hunter" Nakiu — @islandtarochips

Abigail "Abby" Mason — @revnah1406

Prof. Charles Moore — @deeptrashwitch

[dxncingwithastrxnger]

Younger Tristan once ‘crowned’ younger Lancelot with a flower crown,declaring him the other king of Liones

Meliodas remembers when they tell him their together

Meliodas, after they tell him: So, Tristan, does that make you King now instead of Prince, or...?

Tristan, confused: What are you talking about, Father?

Meliodas, casually: Oh, you know, since Lancelot is the other King of Liones and all.

Lancelot and Tristan, very confused: ...

Lancelot: Excuse me, Uncle Meliodas, but what the hell are you talking about??

Meliodas, grinning: You really don't remember when Tristan "crowned" you, Lancelot? For an entire week, he kept insisting we address you as "Your Majesty" and "King Lancelot".

Tristan, eyes widening, mumbling: Oh goddess, I didn't think anybody remembered that.

Lancelot, remembering: Oh.

Lancelot, grinning and turning to Tristan: So? You didn't answer his question, Tris. Are you my King?

Tristan, blushing: Lance!

[just-cutie-avocado]

I

LOVE

LANABBIE

KAIDBAKAHEJWISEHNWISDHKAKWSBDHSJQNABAAQAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

YESSSSSSSSS <<<333

[codename-adler]

hi queen (ignore this if i already sent this in, but i was really not sober when i sent in the first one so i can’t remember if i actually sent it or not god bless) but if it’s not too late for the WIP game what is the aftg x tlou wip 🙏 i’m obsessed with both tlou and aftg so im so curious

i realize i've answered you months ago but i'm in a yapping mood about that wip so hiiiiiiiii (i need to vent about Abby Winfield so this does not end up in the fic)

one of my BIGGEST struggle so far is to not make Abby unlikeable...

(if you are new to the blog, Adler does not like Abby here✨)

but because this is a Wymack-centric, Wymack pov fic, she's gotta be there, and i gotta respect Wymack's choice, so i gotta do her justice somehow

(no there will not be Wymack/Abby in this fic, nor any of mine ever, bc i cannot stand this puta)

now here is my dilemma: who tf do i cast her as?

obviously it should be Tess. obviously. i can work my way around making them NOT in a relationship, that's fine, Joel/Tess is complicated and murky too; what i cannot seem to reconcile is how Abby is so meek compared to Tess...

pros: Abby still being a nurse in this verse would give her the curiosity to prob at Neil's case of immunity

cons: it's Neil she's dealing with. never gonna get anything out of him, no chance in hell. so if she does not have the info on a potential cure, if she does not get hopeful, what is her motivation here? why would she care about him? the Foxes are not a thing, Neil's 18, plus she's not doing it for Wymack bc he doesn't want to have anything to do with Neil!

why would she sacrifice herself for Neil's "cause" ???

i love how all of this bs is just me trapping myself with personal hcs✨ (ut then it wouldn't be my fic otherwise, would it?)

so if she's not Tess, who is she?

she could be Rhemann's wife in /Jackson/, but AGAIN, Maria is strong af, and Abby is... Abby. Rhemann could build the commune and Abby be his nurse/medic wife, but that's erasing a woman in power, a Black woman no less, so i don't really vibe with that... plus now i just got a lightbulb moment, so yeah, ok, she could be just a wife with no real purpose in /Jackson/ (hey, that sounds an awful lot like her role at PSU... jk jk)

but more importantly, if she's not Tess, who is?

Rhemann, Kevin, Neil, Andrew, Aaron, Jeremy, Jean, Thea, Matt, Seth, Robin, Renee, Allison, Stuart, Ichirou, Riko, Tetsuji, Mary, Nathan, Lola, Nicky, Erik, Tetsuji, Kengo have all alreayd been cast/have a role 😅

who's left: Laila, Cat, Katelyn, Dan...

could it be Dan? his second-in-command, his captain, yes, but he's already lost Kevin, and killing off one of his adoptees for another does not make sense 😭

ok i'll admit all this mental gymnastics was really fun + i figured it out while ranting, so yay! yay me! thanks Jess for letting me use your ask to go a little mad 😅🫶

stay tunèd <3

[easypeasylindyvesey]

[insert Ms paint jimmy edit of the I frew up meme here]

i’ll do you one better

[abbystanaccount]

i wonder what abby will look like in tlou3? maybe like some of the og designs w a bun. or maybe she just tidies it up and keeps a pixie cut. do you have any predictions?

Yeah, I think the braid will be gone unfortunately... A bob or a bun would be my prediction! Here's some pics of TLOU 3 Abby I've made 😁