#you got me kicking my feet and giggling from this HEHEHEHE

[sp00kies]

What would McLeach and Turbo’s love language be?

YOU GOT ME LIKE THIS RN HEHEHEHEHE

Anyways~

For McLeach, I like to think he’s a very cuddly person. Hugs, hand holding, little cheek kisses, he’s a PDA lover. He also tries making some gifts like small trinkets or items. He’s the flower crown KING and we love him for that frfr

For Turbo, I like to think he’s a big cuddle bug behind closed doors. Also hand holding and the occasional smooch in public. He’s a little protective but it namely stems from his fear of abandonment or being forgotten. But he also likes gift giving or just impressing whoever is with him

[darknessofroses]

Getting to know a Demon

So this would be the first time doing this type of t-fic in any fandom, so I might as well try my absolute best, also Writers Block WILL HIT A LOT

Summary: You are new to the Hazbin Hotel and hell itself as you’ve heard of the place from others in Hell. And you get the chance to talk and bond with the radio demon that is dangerous according to the others

Lee: Reader 

Ler: Alastor

You were in your room pacing and thinking about what has happened to you these past few weeks. After landing in hell, you heard about the hotel from eavesdropping on the other demons in hell. When you were in the Hotel, everyone was very welcoming and you managed to make some friends. The Princess or Charlie as she wanted to be named was very welcoming, Vaggie was friendly, Angel was friendly as well, Niffty was equally excitable, Husk got along with you. You’ve gotten along with everyone in the Hotel, but they told you of the Radio Demon or known as Alastor, but you thought it would be interesting to meet him one day.

Speaking of which, you heard a knock on the door as you were pacing in your room. You opened the door to Alastor. “Oh, hello! Are you Alastor?” you said curiously. Alastor walked into your room. Alastor said “Yes, that is me! I assume you’ve heard of me from the others?” You nodded and said “They say that you’re dangerous, one of the dangerous overlords of Hell. And they’re afraid of you. Oh, don’t tell them I told you that.” You giggled nervously as Alastor walked closer to you. “Don’t worry my dear, I won’t.”

As you circled Alastor, you asked “So what did you want from me, Alastor? You couldn’t have come here for a reason.” You sat on the bed looking at him curiously. Alastor said in an almost demonic tone “What do you think about Charlie’s redemption plan?” You thought about it for a moment with Alastor sitting next to you. “Well, I think it’s an interesting vision. Heh, I wouldn’t know.” You lift your arm over your head and look at Alastor nervously next to you as you were speaking your thoughts. 

“Charlie does seem determined that this will work. So I trust - heheheher.” You laugh suddenly as you feel fingers skittering on your sides. Alastor said “To be completely honest with you, my dear, I didn’t expect you to be so ticklish. It’s sweet honestly.” You continued to giggle and laugh while Alastor teased you about your ticklishness. You couldn’t tell him to stop because you didn’t want him to. “Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe, ihihihihihit’s so tihihihihickly!” Alastor chuckled at how you handled being tickled.

“Well, of course it would tickle, my dear, that’s the point of me tickling you. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you like it.” Alastor teased. He then summoned his tendrils to tickle your underarms and belly, which in turn made you laugh and giggle more. “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE.” You cutely kicked your feet lightly to make sure as to not hurt Alastor. 

After a few minutes of you being tickled by Alastor, he said “Would you like me to stop?” You nodded as you were laughing and giggling so much you couldn’t speak. He lessened the tendrils and his fingers and you were just a giggling mess. “Thahahahahahank yohohohohohou.” “You’re welcome my dear,” Alastor said. When you had stopped giggling, you let out a sigh “That was so much fun!” you said. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, my dear.” Alastor said with a tease. 

Alastor then said after a few moments “I knew what the others say about me, what do you think about me?” You said after some moments “I think you’re cool! I probably haven’t seen your dangerous side, but maybe it’s because you don’t want to show it to me or I haven’t provoked you.” Alastor looked surprised at your response and quietly said “Thank you.” You smiled and said “You’re welcome!” And the rest of the day was you and Alastor getting to know each other.

(this was a lot)

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s3 episode 16 thoughts

(giggling and kicking my feet) it’s mulder and scully time <3

and it was a GOOD episode!!! i was sad, but damn was i compelled! back to the very beginning of the episode to begin the note-taking journey, with a tiny recap of where we left off beneath the “keep reading” bar…

hehehehe i am excited!! i love to spend the evening with the ultimate duo. and we have so much to cover!

so many twists and turns to walk down! krycek is back! skinner is hurt! scully is sleuthing! mulder is in hong kong! we had best begin!

YAAAS we got another “previously on the x files” <- i loathed these at first for throwing me off my typical groove, but now that i know we only bust them out on special occasions (multiple part episodes) i look forward to them

ugh scully is so pretty. “you say that every time” and it’s true every time??? 

we get a recap: flash bang alien, inky eyes, skinner on a hunt for answers before being interrupted, scully’s dad’s friend johansen, the rat bastard 

timeskip to 1953. a man from johansen’s squad who is covered in burns is telling his story, and it is being recorded. he is being visited by those who claim to want to bring him to justice, but he says he won’t tell. 

so after johansen started a mutiny and locked the rest of the sailors in the sub, those trapped on the lower levels knocked the dude with the inky eyes on the head with a wrench. so he is knocked tf out. and liquid started pouring from his eyes (BLEAUGH) and into a drain. the survivor who has all the burns and who is recounting this calls the liquid “the enemy”

a guy that looks a lot like matty healy (but much cleaner) is asking him what he means by calling liquid “the enemy”. so the interviewee says that the thing went back to where it came from. 

GASP!!!!!! HE ADDRESSES THE MATTY HEALY LOOKING FELLOW AS “MR. MULDER”!!!!!! oh this is JUICY!!! and the camera pans over to another man putting in a cigarette!! GASP!!! WE KNOW WHO THAT IS!!!!

baby cig man says “you can trust all of us” (<- LIES, LYING, SAID BY A GUY WHO IS LYING)

(you can tell the actor playing baby cig man had just one line but he worked SO hard to get cig man's voice right... it made me giggle)

why does young mr mulder look kinda cute. aww. so little. almost wanna squish his cheeks.

they changed the intro again. smh! messing with my rhythm.

anyway, back to main plot. scully’s rolling up to the hospital to find skinner, where she is met by agent fuller and agent caleca, two names i do not think i have heard before. scully asks for hair and fiber from the crime scene and these two are like “we don’t have that yet” so she says “um get it?” (not really but basically) (and they claim it was some random guy that shot him… not buying it)

oh! skinner is being wheeled out! she’s off to go investigate. now if it were ME being rolled about with my shirt off after a gunshot wound and emergency surgery, i would not want people seeing that. but hey, she’s a doctor so maybe she’s chill like that. still! i’d be soooo embarrassed omg

SHE GRABS HIS HAND OMG!!!!! he opens his eyes a tiny tiny bit and tells her that he has seen the man who shot him before!!!

man, i thought just the hand grabbing was gonna be all tender, and it was! but getting a clue at who did it was a bonus too

back to the rat bastard and mulder. at least krycek seems aware that mulder can and will kick his ass and is deferential to him. 

scully is looking over skinner’s chart. OH! she asked for guards. and she wants them NOW. she does not CARE about your excuses. WOO!!! she says idgaf if you two agents stand out there YOURSELVES, get GUARDS ON him!!! YAAAAS!

back to krycek and mulder cam. mulder notices that they are being followed and tells him to speed up. at gunpoint! and this mystery vehicle runs them off the road!!!!!!

noooo, their faces are all smushed in. someone pulls rat bastard out and asks where the tape is, but the fellow who attacked him gets flash banged, because again, krycek has alien flash banging powers.

but poor mulder still has his bloody heady on the dash :( he sees some odd flashing 

scully gets called into the lab and this guy has some info on the dude that shot skinner. she says it will take too much time to run the hair sequence, but to do it anyway.

(also, i can’t tell if this is the same guy from the lab as before that clearly had a crush on her or if this is a different one but idk i guess it doesn’t really matter... he doesn’t seem like her type)

so the two men that krycek flash banged last night are now in treatment for radiation, and who is visiting them but cancer man!!! he is once again lighting up as they are dying. he bends down and moves a bandage, and sees the eyes of a patient meet his. but he says to HAVE THE BODIES DESTROYED OMFG HE DOES NOT GIVE A FUUUUCK THIS GUY IS EVIL!!!!

mulder at da hospital. bandage on his head. awwwwww :( it’s so sad and pathetic... he’s baby.

AND SCULLY IS THERE!!!! WITH A SMILE!!!!!! WOOHOO I WISH I COULD LIVE IN THIS MOMENT FOREVER!!! YES YES THOSE ARE MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS!!

the police found him and he mentioned “we” so she says “who’s we” and he has to say KRYCEK… she is (very gently) confused

an excellent person to have by your bedside whilst recovering. 

she tells him that she is sorry for the bad news, but skinner has been shot as well. but the doctors seem to think he’ll be okay. and she has an idea on who it is that pulled the trigger!

GASP!!! she pulls out the scans on the hair. two of them, in fact. the first being from the man who shot skinner, and the second being from the man who shot melissa. and they’re a PERFECT MATCH!!!! CONSPIRACY!!! CONSPIRACY, I CRY!!!

(shrill violins, fade to black)

oh! it’s the united nations alien council. um i realize now i don’t know their actual name. but you know who i’m referring to, right? the guys. the gang. the squad. just a couple of dudes.

they’re discussing the site “WHERE THEY RECOVERED THE UFO” well! there you have it! word of god confirmation! it’s indeed a ufo that the french sailors came across in the last episode!

“it seems we have an information leak, gentlemen”, one of them announces, which makes me say, okaaaay ominous <3

and they say cig man has responded in a way no one could have predicted… omg was he behind the skinner thing…?

scully visiting skinner <3 asking how he is feeling <3 he doesn’t seem surprised about the news his shooter was the same as melissa’s, especially because those three men had warned him before about pursuing her case. he says she should be careful about saying that the case was shut down because people don’t want it to be caught but. it’s looking them right in the face.

OH! the man that shot him was one of the ones who attacked him a few months back on the stairwell! well i didn’t even catch this. some detail noticer i am. AND KRYCEK was the other one!!!! yes, and they stole the tape yes yes i’m recalling!

ohhh it’s serious. he tells her that she cannot afford anger, that if she’s angry she’ll make a mistake. “i’ll be okay”, she says (voice breaking) (<- said by a woman who is lying)

he says that if she can’t keep her head, it’s okay to step away… this feels very chekov’s gun… but she says that’s exactly what they want. OH! i love that she knows she can get to the bottom of this. i love that she believes in herself.

scully is furiously typing on her laptop. asking to devote full bureau resources to finding krycek. got her glasses on n everything. terribly beautiful whilst angry. she is saying he can explain everything that is going on, but i don’t think anyone is gonna listen to herrrr because the fbi does not give a fuck!!!

scully is now entering their office to see the giant yellow scuba suit. “it looked great on me in the store” says mulder, who needs to make a joke or people will die. perhaps he needs to make a joke even more when people really ARE dying.

so, why is it here? great question. it was covered in oil, the french guy was covered in oil, his wife was covered in oil, and it’s all diesel oil from world war two submarines. a new meaning to the term “oiled up”.

theory time with mulder: it’s a medium for an alien creature for body-jumping. he laughs when she laughs, aware of how ridiculous it sounds, but also aware of her thinly veiled fury; what else could he do? he does know how it sounds, he does know what she needs, but the truth. the truth.

so what does this thing living in the oil want with krycek? a great question. 

omg guy from the lone gunmen is ice skating! and so is another one. wow a team bonding mission <3 AND THE OTHER ONE!!! FROHIKE!!! 

is this something they do often... no, this must be a sleuthing mission.

frohike goes in a locker and opens something. GIVES IT TO MULDER!!! YAAAS THE TAPE!!! they say he should “call upon their services more often” YAAAS they want that sweet sweet agent time <3 

but noooo! the tape is gone!!!! mulder gets mad and throws the empty case. still, a reunion with his pals <3

cig man is watching tv. sipping some sort of liquor.

(whenever i see someone drinking a beverage with ice in it on a tv show, i think of that one tiktok of a prop master explaining how they make prop ice and the many different kinds they can do. i think this looks like glass ice to me. shoutout to people who make videos about props; you make my heart very happy)

BRO... THE TAPE JUST APPEARS. KRYCEK HAS ENTERED????? but the guy who shot skinner is there too!!! and is holding krycek at gunpoint!!!!

cig man watches krycek's eyes go all inky (correction: OILY) and black. omg……

cancer man is rolling up 15 minutes late for the UN alien meeting. lmao it's funny in a way. he moved the ufo to a new location! he promises it will be absolutely inaccessible.

someone asks why he won’t bring it to nevada like the others. probs because even the normies know about nevada as the alien place. dweeb.

GASP! they want answers for what happened to skinner. cig man says for all he knows, it's just random. even though they have a drawing of the guy who did it, who is “one of his”, he’s denying it. AND THEY’RE ALL GROANING BECAUSE NO ONE BELIEVES HIM FOR A SECOND LMAOOOOOOO

(so funny to me that despite being on the super secret alien council, cig man still manages to be unprofessional and lie through his teeth to people who seem far more competent, even when secrecy effects the entire planet. something very funny about him lowkey sucking at his job)

so he needs to get the shooter out of the country NOW or else skinner can make an ID and no one can stop the arrest!

back to the agents trying to piece things together. the lone gunmen are babbling on about how to best find what was written on the case but mulder has the secret: rubbing a lil pencil over top LMAOOO. he finds a phone number!!

and who picks it up when he calls but… the un alien club!!!

it’s the well groomed man!!! mulder says krycek gave him the number. and he asks to meet with mulder. allegedly in central park? is this a trap...

so, the dude who did the shooting is named luis. the other agents are saying to scully they can’t look any further than they already have, but she says keep looking, she’s seen stranger. and the lab guy says “i believe she has” when she leaves lmaoooo GET UP. he's down bad fr. pathetic. get up.

i mean i am too but i'd like to think i'd have more dignity about it

mulder in da park. is he alone… are they gonna get him??? the well-groomed man meets him. they’re playing some mental chess with who can ask each other what. so he tells mulder there WAS a ufo at the bottom of the ocean that was shot down during ww2, and a salvage attempt had been made, but there were complications.

so it looks like they’re both looking for krycek. but the well groomed man leaves by saying “anyone can be gotten to”. very very ominous. and mulder calls scully and says check on skinner RIGHT NOW.

she gets down there and he’s NOT THERE??? apparently he was moved to a different hospital. WHO TOOK HIM?????

scully slaps her badge on the door of a ambulance on the side of the road and asks if he’s got a skinner in there. this dude says yeah and he must be freaked tf out, but she’s coming along for the ride now.

skinner wants to know what she’s doing here, and she says she just wanted him to be safe. she pulls her gun out and opens the door and WHO IS IT BUT LUIS!!! WHO FIRES AT SKINNER!

TRAFFIC GUNFIGHT CHASE!!! luis just got hit by a CAR!!! she got him!!!

and she’s SCREAMING at him. screaming like we have never heard before, are you the man that killed my sister??? he’s begging for his life.  he says he can tell her where krycek is…

the police roll up, telling her to put the gun down. and she sadly holds up her badge and explains that she’s basically the police but actually better so y’all are kinda late to the situation. they take him into custody. and she’s tearing up. i do not trust that he doesn’t have a poison tooth in there. 

she calls mulder, who is rummaging through his car, and tells him that he was right, someone was going to kill skinner. and it IS the man who shot her sister. and allegedly krycek is going to north dakota. mulder says please meet me in new york with two tickets to north dakota asap. 

what’s in north dakota, she asks? the salvaged ufo!!!

cut to north dakota cam. agents are rolling up, and how terribly i wish i could see what happened on the flight and ride up to there. how tense the silence was, how valiant the attempts at breaking it were. UGH. someone pls write the fic someday i’m already emotional.

she’s got a vest thing on and it’s cute. i get that we have bigger things at hand but i can still appreciate a vest moment!!

they go into a silo... but the door locks behind them!!! they go 8 stories down!! that is a lot!!!! 

now they’re opening a door to what looks like a nuclear waste thing. idk i don't know much about nukes. but it’s just a big empty silo. so they have to check 199 more. 

except they hear a thunk in the tunnels!!!

scully finds one of the (barely alive?) burn victims that had been flash banged by krycek just as mulder announces “he’s here”, and a large group of soldiers runs in

OH! they go to start running from the soldiers and he grabs her. it was so subtle but so sweet. i’m gonna gnaw at something. 

NOOO! they’re surrounded!!! and cancer man is coming up. she yells that they saw bodies in there and he says “you saw nothing” <- wow absolutely garbage fellow has sunken further than even before by adding gaslighting to his resume

so they’re getting taken into custody but cancer man is going deeper, and he tells the soldiers to take the bodies away. he goes down to the nuclear thingy, and lights up, which i feel would be a bad choice in a circumstance where things were actually nuclear, but okay. 

we see something very dark and oily? and hear people throwing up. OH! it’s krycek, with the black stuff pouring from his eyes and mouth. on top of a triangular looking ufo. the oil is pouring into a spiral thingy? and it gets sucked up. 

MULDER AT HIS DESK WITH HIS GLASSES ON!!!! AND A HEALING CUT ON HIS FOREHEAD!!! could a man be any more attractive? it’s debatable.

knock knock. who is it? it’s skinner!!!! limping, and not supposed to be back in the office for a few more weeks!

mulder gets up to shake his hand and help him across the room. a right gentleman, he can be. OHHH so this is why i have seen those bloopers of skinner with a cane LMAOOOO

he’s looking for scully though lmao. yeah not interested in YOU, mulder. 

mulder thanks him for getting shot because he stood up to the evil. he’s saying no, no, i wasn’t doing that, at all. i don’t know what you’re talking about. but not in a humble brag way, in a denying allegations sort of way. it's interesting. my brain is still stuck on this moment.

he says that he “mistakenly” believed he could bring melissa’s murder to justice. mulder says hey, what do you mean by that? so that is why skinner needs to go see her.

she's out and about, though. she’s bringing flowers to melissa’s grave NOOOOO :((((((( she doesn’t even say anything, she just sits there. 

UNTIL MULDER COMES AND BRINGS FLOWERS TOO??? and she has to brace herself to see him. 

he touches her shoulder gently before he sets them down. oh my GOSH

she tells him about how someone told her the dead speak to you from beyond the grave, and that is what a conscience is. he says that’s interesting, that he’s never thought of it that way. a man who sees her suffering and doesn't know what to say to make it better.

and she thought that finding the man who killed her would bring closure but it didn’t. 

he grabs her by the arm at this point, and says he needs to talk to her. tells her that they found luis dead. whoever was behind it all tried to cover it up. 

“i think the dead are speaking to us, mulder. demanding justice” <-stop. stop i’ll cry. you think i won’t cry? you think, for some reason, i won’t sob? i won’t collapse into a heap? you’d be incorrect. you’d be naive and mistaken. you’d be an utter fool, even in a world of fools.

(muffled screaming of me trying to keep it together)

but funny i should type that, because we also hear some muffled screaming on camera, that of krycek trapped in the ufo?? or in the room with it, deep in the nuclear silo?

episode ends with his screams.

WHAT!!!

so much has happened. and really one thing is on my mind: who is gonna hug scully? who is gonna tell her that the anger is okay, even if it’s futile? who is gonna hold the baddest woman alive close and listen? even if all she has to say is silence? 

RAAAAAAAAH i’m gonna CRY.

i feel like i could write another thinkpiece here but i also feel like i need to let this one sit for a bit. 

scully holding skinner’s hand, scully waiting by mulder’s bedside, scully saving skinner’s life, scully screaming, so guttural, at the man that killed her sister. scully in glasses and scully in vests and scully in coats. furious and devastating and calculating and guilty. 

i have some major questions re: krycek and cancer man and why don’t they just deal with him already??? like for real. i know the answer is gonna be that someone from higher up would just replace him, but i do think it is funny how he goes about blatantly committing all those crimes and then clocks into work the next day like nothing happened. and no one can act like anything happened because they’ll tear the fbi down if they do. we all have a coworker like that, don’t we? that sucks terribly but you can’t do anything about it because the inside supports how terrible they suck? sigh. many such cases.

krycek, if i’m supposed to feel bad for you, i don’t. starve in that ufo and see if i give a damn. 

skinner denying any concept of heroism… i think he’s doing it to keep himself safe. like he said to scully, any sort of accusations are risky. i don’t think he wants anyone to get the idea that he is a hero, even if he is in reality. i also think he has a complex and a great fear of being PERCEIVED as a hero after the things he did during war, and who knows what else he did but hasn't spoken about. but interesting still that he would deny a gesture as simple as being thanked. 

there are many dots in my head. i would like to think they are connecting, but honestly i’ve got matty healy dupe mr. mulder on my mind still just because it was so funny. and then also scully angst. and a deep deep desire to get into that car on the drive from the airport to north dakota, to just listen in on whatever went down. maybe i’ll have to write it if no one else does! isn’t that terrible? when no one else will write the exact thing you want to read, so you have to do it?

(i’ve actually never written fic before so that would be a major commitment. but a one shot here or there sounds interesting)

anyway. lots on my mind. it was a good episode, but kept a lot of things unsolved. which is the point, i know, but they dangle the answers in front of you!! then snatch them away!! i wanted a tiny bit more of the tea. 

but i guess, on the other hand, we know what the tea is, don’t we? we know cancer man and the UN alien squad are hiding this, they’re aware that this alien creature can cause radiation, they’re aware of ufos and they’re covering them up. they might not be aware of the exact nature of the creature, but they ARE aware of it, and that it’s a weapon of mass destruction. what isn’t clear is how tf krycek got roped into this. but again i really dgaf about his loser ass. 

i’m plotting. i’m pinning things on boards and tying them together with string. and then making predictions from there.

(actually, think it’s cool we see a bunch of different kinds of aliens on this show. there were the poison blood clones, standard alien 👽 fellow, and now the oil creature. fun that we get multiple perspectives and takes on what could be. perhaps scarier than just plain old little 👽, but!!! interesting for worldbuilding purposes)

back to plotting….

[void-dwelling-snail]

Okay okay so. I think I really like doing song breakdowns and the wonderful @definitelynotshouting has said that I can do one for Grian from their hunger AU!!! Which btw if you guys haven’t seen,please go look at it. It's so cool like. I’m shaking it like a squeaky toy. Also its important to have the context of the AU for this so :3 Anyways!! The song is Abbey by Mitski and its so good and you should go listen to it right now! Okay moving one :3 yapping is below the cut so. Idk read if you wanna i have no clue how long this will be…

Starting with verse 1!!!! I am hungry,,I have been hungry,,I was born hungry,,What do I need?,,I am something,,I have been something,,I was born something,,What could I be? I’m literally kicking my feet and giggling because like. This is just so easy and it fits so well. Anyways. So with the first bit highlighted in red I interpreted it as ya know, grian being hungry. He has always been hungry. And i'd assume when he was “born” as a watcher he was pretty hungry. I mean breaking out of your mortal shell to become a practically immortal space worm has got to be hard work. Moving on to the blue highlighted bit ,,I am something,,I have been something,,I was born something,,What could I be? Well. I can only read this as Grian’s fractured mind simply trying to comprehend the space worm he’s become. He sure is something alright. I don’t think I can quite convey in words how much this song and this AU means to me in the sense that these two lining up makes me scream and cry with joy. The stars aligned.

Oki doki it's chorus time!! One bit about the chorus of this song is that the second chorus bit does have new lyrics so I will be going through it this time. I know I skipped the chorus after I did the first one in my othe song thing so I figured I'd let you guys know! Okay enough of my blabbing here’s the lyrics There is a light that I can see,,But only, it seems, when there's darkness in me,,There is a dream that I sometimes see,,That only appears in the dark of sleep okay. Starting with the orange bit, as of now I’m thinking it's about Scar. Here me out here me out. There is a light that I can see that has to be Scar! The light that only Grian can see cause he’s down bad for him! And as if to prove my point the next set of lyrics is But only, it seems, when there's darkness in me the darkness in him is his mental health. When he tried to kill himself (well I guess he didn’t technically try but he did take 3 weakness potions with the intent being weak enough for his friends to kill him but) in the beginning Scar was there and he was next to him when they tried to keep him awake. And Scar was there again later when Grian woke up. He was a constant light in Grian’s darkness and while the light wasn’t bright enough to keep him form making his second suicide attempt, he’s still there. Okay moving on

verse 3 time, oh yea!! I am waiting,,I have been waiting,,I was born waiting,,I was born waiting,,For that something,,Just to want something,,I was born something,,I was born hehehehe okay. So I know the pink bit is bigger but I honestly didn’t know where to separate my thoughts. So the pink bit to me is about his brief time as a Watcher! He was waiting and watching for a moment to escape. He was a reborn waiting for a chance to flee. Green is pretty self explanatory i think. He was born something and that something is an interstellar worm :)

Last but not least, the final chorus! There is a light, I feel it in me,,But only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me,,There is a dream and it sleeps in me,,To awake in the night, crying "Set me free",,And I awake every night, crying "Set me free" okay this is the final stretch. Orange highlighted stuff has already been gone over and now for the red! Okay so call me crazy but the dream that sleeps in him is the old Grian, before the worm birth, before the watchers. The memories of being a real player. Id explain it better but it's 12:30 and i have a headache and i really really want to finish this so :3

Anyways chat that’s all!! Again this song is Abbey by Mitski and the AU is the Hunger AU by @definitelynotshouting hope you all enjoyed and i’ll see y’all next time i get super silly :PP

[poeticallyspiteful]

hi!!! new follower here but could u pls write something for rafe where reader is not having the greatest day (sick, period, just plain sad etc etc) and rafe doesn’t really know how to make her feel better, so he goes and buys a plethora of gifts for her ranging from flowers to chocolate to (maybe) lingerie etc etc etc u get the vibes

*maybe reader sees his google history and it’s him looking up what to get someone when they feel like crap hehehehe*

all for you

rafe cameron x reader

fluff

cw: the common cold, one sexual innuendo/joke, mentions of a hypothetical meth lab…anyways, ooc rafe (as always??)

summary: reader feels sick, rafe don’t like it, yadayadayada they very cute and stuff <33

notes: HEY BABE, thank you so much for the request and i rlly hope you enjoy!! this was so fun to write and i think it turned out real cute <33

16+ please!!

“rafe, what—”

“shush.”

rafe kicked the door shut behind him, arms too full of shit to use his hands. four different types of soup sat piping in a paper bag hanging off his right hand, picked up fresh from ‘the wreck’, while three boxes of the softest kleenex known to man sat in a plastic back wrapped around the same wrist. this load was nothing compared to his left arm, which supported two overflowing bags full of goodies and medicine to help mend your ailment:

the absolute terrifying blight of the common cold.

but to rafe, this was enough to warrant a soup kitchen delivered to your door. it’s not like the extravagance was a burden on him anyways; he could’ve bought every pint of ice cream and every bag of cough drops in the store and it wouldn’t make a dent in his back account.

“rafe, honey,” you laughed, wiping under your stuffed up nose. “i just asked for cough drops. what’d you do, looks ‘em up on web md?”

rafes eyes went wide, and he looked at you like bewildered deer in headlights. “h-how’d you know that?”

you snorted. “it was a joke, but the reality of it is much more funny.”

“mhm,” rafe hummed sarcastically, tossing three flavors of cough drops onto the comforter. “and for the record, i got your cough drops; the top brand for sinus and cough relief, according to google.”

you had called rafe at 9:30 that morning, asking him to bring you some cough drops as your throat was hurting, and your roommate had left for a vacation two days ago. and of course, rafe being the doting, overprotective, boyfriend he was, was tripping over his own feet to get to his car.

you gave a lopsided frown. “this is too much, baby, you don’t have to spend all this money on me.”

rafe shot you a look somewhere between amusement and concern. scoffing, he started organizing his purchases on the bench by the foot of your bed.

“you should really stop saying things you know aren’t true,” he chided, carefully pulling open a cup of chicken and rice soup and stirring. he looked up at you through hooded eyes and grinned at the sheepish smile on your face. “i’ll spend as much money on my girl as i please.”

“well you please a lot.”

rafe laughed softly, towering over you as he lifted the spoon to your lips, gentle as ever. “do i now?”

you felt your cheeks burn, and not just because of the soup, which you accepted gratefully.

“thank you,” you mumbled, face getting impossibly hotter as he sat down on the bed and continued to spoon feed you, brushing hair off of your forehead all the while.

“you’re very welcome, sweet girl,” he whispered, voice still raspy from sleep in a way that made your stomach erupt in a swarm of warmth.

hesitantly, you leaned into his chest, accepting his arm around your shoulders and the kisses he left in his path up your jaw and the side of you face. with one final brush of his lips on your hairline, he spoke.

“i’ve got lots more soup, and some snacks, ice cream, enough drugs to start a meth lab—”

“rafe!” you giggled, but he shushed you, laughter bubbling in him just the same.

“it’s all good, lovely, no underground drug rings here,” he reassured, entire body loosening as it settled into his happy space; you.“‘s all for you.”

all for you.

[ignoranxed]

EDIT: I just realised I watched till ep 2 without realising and put some ep 2 content on here as well, so I'll be making a seperate post with some more content from both the wos in a bit!!

MONN guess who’s watched ep 1&2 for our #vvrewatch2024!! i was legit kicking my feet, giggling like a 15 year old, going absolutely BALLISTIC at peun and talay and their universe travelling friendship 😭😭😭

here is a brief rundown of my thoughts on these episodes. there are definitely SEVERAL more things that I thought/felt while watching but your girl isn’t so inept with an online community watch party hehe. don’t you worry, though!! that shall definitely get better in the coming few weeks!! now for the rundown

1. how young were our boys?? like ik they’re both old enough (older than me at least!!) but do you see they were such babies??? ohh man i missed my clumsy talay and my cutely annoying peun 😭😭😭 i mean just look at them mon

2. i cannot help but notice and appreciate how much care and attention this show was made with. like look at the colours in this picture

i wish i’d taken a video of this scene because what mastery. the colours, the angles, the background score, the sets, the sheer artistry of this production never ceases to amaze me and you shall be hearing a lottt more about it from me in the coming weeks, my love.

3. borrowing from my previous point, this show is soo magical, mon. like this point is just an appreciation for moments like the one below. i remember watching this one with goosebumps because the lighting, jimmy’s singing, js’s acting, the camera angles everything just makes you feel like you’re in a dream. maybe that’s how it was for peun & talay over here because i’m universe travelling ???? and i found someone from my own universe ??? like what??? too good man, i really cannot fall in love with this show enough

4. i do not have a picture for this, but throughout these eps, in the scenes where you see the switch between sea and ohm, there are so many instances where you can see the confusion/hope/conviction in sea’s face (it also translates into ohm’s btw) as he tries to get this pakorn to talk to him and get back to his universe/life. i’ll take a picture to show you in my next post maybe (because a girls texting you from work lmaoo) but this was just one of those parts where you could see the care and attention that went into making VV

5. bonus point. this scene was hilarious 🤣🤣 sea swearing will always be soo cute to me, like look at this cutie patootie swearing heheheh

6. second bonus point. again no pic, but what a gift ep1 must’ve been for the bad buddy fans?? since vv was my first bl, i was admittedly CLUELESS during my first watch of the show. with this rewatch though, since i’ve already watched bbts, i can really see how much people would’ve lost their minds during ep 1&2. the fact that we even got milklove??? chef’s kiss 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽

that’s all of my thoughts for the first 2 eps mon!! i cannot wait to hear your thoughts babe, and sooo excited for this communal rewatch experience :)))

@stormyoceans @cryingoverweiying get on with the watch and tell me your thoughts asap, besties!!

[quinloki]

Hello lovely!! I hope you have a wonderful day and thanks for being here!! 💕

Ahhh I self ship with Shachi and Penguin (which LOVE all the love they’re getting from this self ship event, yes everyone love them thank you)

Because I feel like I’d never stop laughing and they would be the absolute sweetest and goofiest lil things in love 💕 they would simultaneously be my greatest joys and my greatest headaches. Love imagining getting to sit and kick and swing my feet and giggle at their antics of practicing those silly heart poses they do w Bepo and being in a big lovely snuggle pile w them and wearing their goofy hats I love them! You know they would put their whole attention and affections towards you when you’re together!

I would also be the only one who could calm them down when they are too hyper/annoying the rest of the ship (ikkaku asking me to PLEASE shut them up somehow after another prank) and just going and giving them a lil smooch and letting their brains fry while I walk off like 😌💕

Annnd the idea of them being hopelessly needy and possessive in bed is also a delight 🫣🥵 heheheh. You wouldn’t think they’re the jealous types at all since they can share w each other but they definitely are and do NOT like it when the strawhats cook is around! Which also makes me laugh and I love them a little more already 💕💕🥰

Thank you for letting me rant about my fave husbands 💕💕 and everyone please keep up the Shachi propaganda he IS fuckable. End PSA thank you

\o/

I've been FEASTING off all this energy - I love everyone's joy in talking about their self-ships. 🥰😇

I'm also delighting in how many people see Shachi and Penguin as a couple menaces xD Pulling pranks - and wildly like, good pranks too, not the kind that upset people on a deep level or really hurt anyone. Just all positive energy and hugs and cuddle piles and maybe a little too much from time to time, but still nothing bad.

And yes, Shachi is 100% fuckable - I bet he's good at it too. Maybe not as practiced as he'd like to be, but I see him being a surprising dom, a terrible tease and a little mean, but never cruel. Flashing those pointed teeth at you before he drags them over shivering sensitive places.

Thank you for sharing \lol/ People got me thinking about those Heart Boys today xD

[ladylooch]

made out in his top bunk hehehehe, and then he demanded a head scratch and a belly rub before i left. everyone was watching hockey in the kitchen

reminded me of when i would go visit my friends that were in university and end up in twin xl beds.

also! you def don’t have to answer these on ur blog if you don’t wanna flood ur feed, just keeping you updated lol

-🧸🧸🧸

Nooooo omg i love when you tell me all this cause I just feel like we are having a slumber party and I’m like twirling my hair and kicking my feet for you. I’m two seconds away from giggling and asking what base you got to 💀💀

Like get it girl. 👏🏻 I really love this journey for you. But also your FIANCEEEEEE seems so wonderful and in love with you and i am happy you have someone so great!

[gothsuguru]

KAIRO MY BELOVED im breaking in again w cookies and flowers 🍪🍪💐💐 for u!! 

i was gonna thank u for ur rb in the replies but my comment got too long 😭😭 U ALWAYS SAY THE SWEETEST THINGS I JUST WANT TO THANK U PROPERY…. 💔💔 but also!! while im here!!! tysm for ur tags on the gojo fics 🥺🥺 i dont want this to get too long phshdjs it will but i appreciate literally every single one of ur words & i always agree w ur stsg takes u just Get them…  im especially happy that u enjoyed the poly fic hehe u & satoru are suguru’s babies so true!! he loves u soo much <33 told me to give u a kiss on the forehead from him <333

anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH <33 for ur tags on the sugu fic everytime i see u in my notifs i giggle and kick my feet genuinely. IM SO GLAD THE SUMMER VIBE HIT …. i listened to uncomfortable while reading ur tags what a banger AND IM SOOO HAPPY U LIKED DRUNK!SUGU he’s so special to me…. ”papabear turned babybear” NO EXACTLY u always get it…. AND WAHHH U NOTICED THE 3S????? ur so observant and thoughtful im so touched 😭😭😭 it always feels like you’re a scientist and my fics are lil fish that you’re dissecting under a microscope lmao IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY <3333 i cant tell u how overjoyed i am that the ending hit too!!! seriously!!! i was a lil worried that i made it too sappy so that felt so reassuring 🥺🥺

in conclusion TYSM FOR BLESSING ME W UR THOUGHTS mwah mwah MWAH i hope u have a lovely day kairo!! pls invite me to the wedding when u marry sugu <333 ill bring u gifts!!

ARI PLEASEEEEEEE WHY ARE YOU THE MOST SWEETEST PRECIOUS ADORABLE PERSON ON THE PLANET I’M IN TEARS 🥹🩷 the way you always connect w people & be so kind to them… sniffles just know I Would Die For You <3 & THE GOJO FICS & POLY!SATOSUGU FIC LITERALLLLLLLLY REWIRED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY……… literally felt like i was IN the stories it was insane in the best way possible 😭 A SMOOCH FROM SUGU YOU SAY??? a kiss from a bad bitch like him is literally all i want in life thank you legend

AHHHHHHH LISTENNNNNNN THE DRUNK!SUGU FIC WAS SO FUCKING SWEET LIKENDNDDNND literally had ME giggling twirling my hair kicking my feet etc……… & YOU LISTENED TO THE SONG??? 🥹 uncomfortable is one of my favs and it always gave me evening summer vibes so when i listened to it while reading your fic… oh it just hit SO good <3 seeing sugu’s soft sensitive side was so precious 2 me i feel like i don’t often see that in fics and WHEW you did it so well <333

AND THE THREES I’M SO FOND OF THE THREES!!!!! omfg not me in my kenjaku shoko dissection era……… methinks kenjaku & shoko would love to dissect your brain (massive compliment) bc the way you think of & write your stories…… oh just DELICIOUS. & YES THE ENDING WAS PERFECTTTTTTTT!!!!!! literally the perfect amt of sap it actually felt really cozy :’)

ALSO THANK YOU SOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO MUCH FOR YOUR TAGS ON THAT LIL TEASER SNIPPET IT LITERALLY MADE ME SO :’) as i was writing it i was like damn this shit is choppy as hell smh BUT I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKED THE SERPENT FANGS & REMORSE DISCERNING WHERE TO RESIDE HEHEHEHE <3 your tags made me feel so much better so thank you again :’)

THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US W YOUR FICS LIKE OMFG??? JUST BANGERS EVERYTIME HOW DO YOU DO IT??? i get so excited whenever you come out w a new story it’s like christmas morning fr <3 AND OFMFMDMD TRUST that you’re invited to mine & sugu’s wedding <333 you can bring shoko as your plus one <3 I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER I HOPE IT’S AS WONDERFUL AS YOU ARE :’) MWAH MWAH MWAH <3

[synamartia]

Oh no. Oh, no no no no no, I do not like those warnings at all.

♡ ... Murder, dead bodies, allusions to bad things by bad men, Alastor has had bad times and will have bad times, bad kind of choking, domestic shit, Detective Brady, Obvious Sin

You're gonna make my heart hurt with this one, ain'tcha? Should I get some tissues and ice cream before I start reading?

♡ You let Alastor start the shower, remembering people often complaining you turned it too hot. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain around, you told him to face the water so you could clean his back. It wasn't dirty, you just wanted an excuse to touch and stare.

Me too, boo. If it's not sloughing off my skin, it's not hot enough.

♡ He looked down right bashful. It was so cute you wanted to shove your face in his crotch and scream.

I'm picturing an embarrassed Alastor rn and ASDFGHJKL-- my heart! It's melting! Whyyyy does every version of Al that ISN'T his normal charming, confident self make me wanna squeal like a schoolgirl? 😭

♡ Date makes a move. Alastor politely redirects. Date gets annoyed because it's not the first time he's done this. Alastor offers other ways to please them, be it his hands or his mouth. They either get sad ('You think I'm repulsive, don't you?!') or angry ('What kind of man are you?').

The kind I would sell my soul to without a second thought.

♡ If he didn't find them worth the effort, he would simply end the date then and there. But if he liked them enough, enjoyed their company enough, needed them for some purpose enough, he would acquiesce. They would touch him, and he would react like the touch-me-not plant he used to harass as a child, moving without thought from the stimulation. And he'd think about more engaging things until he got them to finish or he could say he did.

I had NO clue what a touch-me-not plant was, like I thought it was just a different name for the Venus fly trap. Shows how little I know about botany 🙃

♡ But like a fall from a mildly scary height into the sea, thrilling but safe, he tensed as your hands moved. When you began to wash his face, he hit the water feet first. His shoulders noticeably relaxed, and you thought you saw his chin shake a little, but you let it go to rub circles on his cheeks. You got behind his ears and under his chin. You tried to make a mustache but the soap didn't later well enough for that.

Okay, this whole time I've been scouring the chapters for specific scenes to draw, and I've finally found one. This. Is. ADORABLE! ��� also kinda want to test the facial hair statement mentioned in the next paragraph. Y'know, for curiosity's sake. 🤔

♡ It tickled when he washed you, those soft fingers making bubbles across your skin. The steam was dampening his hair. Ah, you just noticed he wasn't wearing glasses.

God this is so cute! Intimate moments like these are one of my reasons for loving the slow burn~ Plus the innocence of it all just makes it 10x better, and the way you describe it-- *chef's kiss* Perfection! It's got me wanting to write a bath scene for Haunted once the raunchy sex is done; aftercare and all that jazz~ but my anxiety is kicking in hard, and I feel like if I did, it would be copying you somehow - not like verbatim, more so plot/course of events and such 🥺

♡ He squinted then made his eyes wide, "Hmm.... Two hands." You pushed him down with your foot to his chest, him catching himself with his arm. "At least I didn't say three, dear."

THE ATMOSPHERIC PIVOT. WE WENT FROM AWWWHHHS TO GIGGLE SNORTS IN .02 SECONDS 🤣 at least I didn't say three heheheh

♡ "I can do anything I damn well want." Your eyes skirted around his face before making him meet your gaze, "Atleast to the car. Okay?" Suddenly insecure about how aggressive you were, "Please."

BROOOOO-- I feel like this ALL THE FUCKING TIME, just never knew how to phrase it! I'm EXTREMELY aware of my over-zealous tendencies, and I'm constantly worried I'm being a nuisance and weirding people out, especially you, Mink, and Danny. So if I ever get to be too much, please tell me so I can tune it down a bit, okay? And I'm really sorry if I've already done it..

♡ It was unspoken, and somehow equally shocking as the night you grabbed a dead man by the legs, that you dressed each other. Domestic was the only word for it and it was downright frightening for you. But you didn't stop, some magnets in your fingertips drawn to the buttons of his shirt, to the collar you adjusted, to his glasses that you rested on the bridge of his nose.

How the fuck did you manage to make dressing one another sound more intimate than stripping each other down? so jealous rn

♡ Alastor hadn't any idea what he was doing, perhaps his mother had told him to do this and he had long forgotten it. Maybe he saw it in a movie. Or read it in a book. But gingerly, as you sat on a side of the bed away from Tommy, he knelt and rolled up your stockings, watching as you clipped them to the garter belt. He slipped on your shoes and took your hand to help you stand. As you put on your dress, his hands took the buttons at the bottom and yours took the top, meeting in the center. His newly clean fingers straightened out the wrinkles.

Second scene for drawing, saved~ ❤

♡ "Why did you work for a man like that?" Continuing to avoid your face, he busied himself with drawing the sides and corners of the canvas up like a giant sachet.

YES, THANK YOU. I'VE BEEN WONDERING THE SAME THING.

♡ As you both stood there, trunk full of Tommy between you, you were unaware of what little wildfires you'd set off in the other.

GAHHH-- I love your idioms so much! ❤❤

♡ Our. Your knees buckled a little.

*swoons* I'M RIGHT thERE WITH YA, BABYGIRL~!

♡ That grin erupted, beaming a toothy smile that warmed you to your core, "Endlessly fascinating." His fingers lingered on you until they were pulled away by the limits of his reach, him backing up to the car door, "Be safe. Good night."

Oh goodie, a perfect excuse to tell ya'll something adorable my kid does. Gather 'round, it's unrelated story time! My 4yo is still learning to speak clearly, and the way she says "careful" sounds like a really crude pronunciation of "oreo", so whenever someone leaves the house, she'll shout as loud as her little lungs will let her, "Be oreo!" So now instead of saying "be careful", Wifey and I will say, "Be an oreo!" ... We're gonna be those cringe parents that bring up embarrassing things our kids did to their prom dates, watch. 🤣 great, now I made myself sad by thinking about my girls growing up uggghhhh whhhhyyyyyy T.T

♡ Alastor rode home in silence, sometimes so lost in thought he would snap back to reality and realize he had no idea how long he had been driving. It would take a second but he would confirm he was still on the right path.

I do this too. Half the ideas I get for writing come from my driving daydreams. Just wish they sounded as good on paper as they do in my head 😭

♡ It was too soon to bring you to his home. He knew that was a logical statement. However, every other part of him wanted to carry you over his shoulder into his house and show you around, excited to hear your responses to the details of his safe harbor. He could cook for you. You two could push the sofa back and dance in the sitting room. The back porch was lovely for early morning reading.

Neither one of them wants to admit it's love, huh? *I Won't Say (I'm In Love) starts playing*

♡ Alastor would give nearly anything to share a set of plates with someone gentle, to have a set of hand towels in the bathroom for himself and someone patient, to warm two mugs in the morning with coffee for himself and someone understanding.

MY HEART. HAZEL I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS-- ❤️‍🔥💣💥

♡ He stared down at Tommy's pale face, clothes dirty and body stiffening on the metal work station of the greenhouse. He probably would never have learned about Tommy if not for you. No rumors or whispers or warnings about a theater manager abusing the artists in his employ were floating around.

I feel like my question will be answered if I just keep reading, or go back a couple chapters, but Tommy's abuse was still fairly new, wasn't it? I feel like, given enough time, he would've wound up on Alastor's radar eventually. 🤔 An alternative meet-cute for Al and Reader~ ❤

♡ "Detective Brady! The assistant manager can talk now." Someone called from down the hall. You continued covering your bruises, hoping he hadn't noticed them. With a pat to the door frame, metal ring clinking, he left.

THE FOREBODING. IT HAS RETURNED. Also, I can't remember if you described what Brady looks like, but all I see when I think of him is Kingpin from the Marvel Comics. 😶

♡ Surprisingly, the theater ran perfectly smoothly without Tommy. James, the assistant, stepped up and everything carried on as usual. The detective didn't come back, either. Rumor in the dressing room was that Tommy had been an open-and-close case of bad decisions leading to bad outcomes.

It's not that simple though, is it? I have a feeling Tommy's murder is gonna come back to bite our deer couple in the ass.

♡ Except for the small detail that you hadn't actually known where the west entrance was to the park, or even that the gates had names. But you found it easily enough. As you approached you could see him waiting, a blue suit without the jacket, was there a color he wouldn't look charming in?

Saaaammmmeeee. I am shit with directions. Give me landmarks, not the whole north/east/south/west shtick. I WILL get lost worse than Zoro (One Piece) ever could. 😂 also blue??? Color me intrigued 👀

♡ You spoke without thinking, something you never did, "You're too beautiful. I should go." Your attempt to turn away only half in jest. His bright laugh rang out, melting the muscles of your legs.

GIRL SAME.

♡ "Autumn, was it?"

OH HELL NO. YOU'RE NOT ABOUT TO RUIN THIS. GTFO HERE, PENCIL DICK.

♡ The detective, tall and lean, eyes a striking cool blue and hair the color of wheat, removed his hat. "Oh?"

Oh, wow. My mental image of Brady was SO far off, holy shit. 😂

♡ "Ah, well, you had good reason to be. Lucky coincidence seeing you here." He set his hat under his arm, "I was just headed to your manager's mother's home."

THE FUCK IT IS. COINCIDENCE, MY ASS.

♡ Were you wearing your perspiration pads under your dress? You think you were. If not, maybe you could just spill water on yourself and say it was a stain. Stiff, you took a seat.

Wait, those are a thing?!

♡ "I was hoping to interview the rest of you ladies. I was going to stop by tomorrow but, if you have a moment, what can you tell me about him?" His eyes looked like ice, their effect similar as a chill ran down your spine.

Oh, fuck me. Now all I see is Iwan Rheon. HAZEL, YOU'RE MAKING ME THIRST FOR THE BAD GUY OVER HERE i'm just a certified villian simp

♡ You stood up, slapping his shoulder, "I meant the theater! Sir!"

Maybe I'm just horny but I'd take him up to that studio where Tommy was killed - y'know, to "investigate" Why the hell am I down so bad for Brady now what the actual FUCK 😩

♡ "No. That night with Legs. He stopped me a quite a few blocks before I found you. Gave me his card and a warning about missing people and something about little ladies being out at night."

*snort* Legs. 😂

♡ His hand came over and gently rubbed your open palm with his thumb, "You're right. That was smart, thank you." Alastor smiled brighter, "Now! Let's put that behind us. I don't have a terribly long time. There's a couple things to discuss. Most importantly," he leaned over the table, face serious, "You think I'm beautiful?"

*inhales* BOI. such a cheeky lil shit istg

♡ When you told him you hadn't slept that well in weeks, and thanked him softly for his affection as you felt that had something to do with it, he hummed happily. He offered you his home phone number, you gesturing to the phone box at the corner in return.

Ah, payphones. I know today's technological advances have made them obsolete, but they still had SOME use left. Cell phones aren't always reliable, what with the whole battery life thing and signal dependency, not to mention, not everyone has the luxury of one, so why rip 'em all out? ... God I feel so old now.

♡ But finally, the moment you'd been waiting for. You called Alastor and he sounded tense, like he hadn't slept. With a simple "What's wrong?", he asked if you'd want to help him with work.

FUCK. YES. FINALLY GONNA GET OUR HANDS DIRTY am i too excited for this part?

♡ The look of betrayal on the man's face as his eyes flew from Alastor back to you increased Alastor's high was three fold. He asked the man already too gone to reply, if he remembered his staffer. "You should. She'll always remember you."

AHHHH VENGEFUL ALASTOR I LOVE IT

♡ But one night was atypical. One night was downright horrible.

Wait. Hazel, what are you doing? Where are you going with this? HAZEL WHAT'S GOING ON--

♡ You found your answer when the man smiled down at you, telling you how beautiful you looked in the starlight, how you'd stay so beautiful forever, and wrapped his hands around your neck. Capital "D" Dangerous.

GO FOR THE JEWELS, READER. TWIST IT, PULL IT, BOP IT!

♡ The man wasn't huge, but he was larger than Alastor. You watched the men struggle, slippery ground complicating Alastor's attempts to stay upright as he straddled the man, and he couldn't get leverage enough to bring down the knife. Horrified, you sat on your legs feeling helpless as the man lifted himself and Alastor off the ground entirely and tossed him onto his back. A small cry, Alastor rolled away revealing a rock where his back had landed.

LEAVE MY BABY BAMBI ALONE YOU BRUTE. D<

♡ He thought he heard you scream.

HAZEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL WHYYYYYYYYYY I LOVE THE SUSPENSE SO GODDAMN MUCH BUT WHYYYYYYYYY

Gonna go get some late night dinner, and then on to chapter five! Please let this end okay- *fingers crossed*

A Doe in Fall (part 4)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦

Part 4 Enough

Alastor struggled with the prior expectations others had of him, but you eased them away with gentle hands. And to your great comfort, Tommy’s absence is noticed but not entirely shocking to anyone. With that concern behind him, finally, Alastor gives in to his own selfish wants and asks for your help with his “work.”

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, No smut! No pussy eating! No fingering! It took away from the important events and Alastor’s mental health (I know he’s not real but he’s KINDA REAL?) so I didn’t include it. Next time! , Murder, dead bodies, allusions to bad things by bad men, Alastor has had bad times and will have bad times, bad kind of choking, domestic shit, Detective Brady, Obvious Sin」

You let Alastor start the shower, remembering people often complaining you turned it too hot. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain around, you told him to face the water so you could clean his back. It wasn’t dirty, you just wanted an excuse to touch and stare.

A moment of silence, you were a little scared to speak but had a question burning a hole in your pocket, “Do you like sex?” You ran the bar of soap down his back, no wash cloth in sight.

“It’s … pleasurable.”

Your mouth twisted, “I thought maybe…it didn’t work.”

He laughed, “You wouldn’t be the first. Works fine. I just don’t care to use it much. I don’t-“ a pause, he considered how to say it as he had never said it out loud before, “I don’t see the appeal, typically. There’s better ways to enjoy my time and chase pleasures than sweating over a stranger,” The word stranger floated in the air around you. Alastor felt the need to push it away, dispel it as quickly as he could, “Dancing is basically the same thing, which seems to be the issue with current society.”

“I can respect that. Well, I’m relieved you aren’t dependent on murder for an erection because I don’t think I can hide that many bodies.” A chuckle from him, but you grimaced. Not now, don’t joke now. Stop hiding from the uncomfortable vulnerability of blunt honesty. You were glad he couldn’t see your face, resting your head between his shoulder blades as you lazily washed his lower back and down, “Don’t push yourself. I know I’ve been-,”

“Affectionate?”

“Aggressive.” You winced, “your word is better. Just, I wont… I can't enjoy something you don’t want.” Your traced circles onto his skin, “I can't get my rocks off to someone’s bad time.” A smile you couldn’t see, small and warm. “I hope it’s obvious I won’t go anywhere.”

He laughed louder, offending you a little.

“Sorry, it’s just— yes that’s been made clear. I quite literally told you to stop following me and somehow here we are.” He looked over his shoulder at you and gestured for the soap. You shook your head no.

“Turn around.”

He paused.

“Not— not like that. Unless you want me to?” You would drop to your knees so fast you would damage the tub if he said yes.

“I’m good dear, thank you.”

The tub was safe.

You took your time, covering his chest in suds, his arms, his sides. You did get on your knees after all to wash his feet, his calves, his thighs. You stopped short of going any higher.

He looked down right bashful. It was so cute you wanted to shove your face into his crotch and scream. 

Alastor wasn’t used to people handling him. Not outside of uncomfortable situations. The order of events typically went as follows:

Date makes a move. Alastor politely redirects. Date gets annoyed because it’s not the first time he’s done this. Alastor offers other ways to please them, be it his hands or his mouth. They either get sad (‘You think I’m repulsive, don’t you?!’) or angry (‘What kind of man are you?’). 

If he didn’t find them worth the effort, he would simply end the date then and there. But if he liked them enough, enjoyed their company enough, needed them for some purpose enough, he would acquiesce. They would touch him, and he would react like the touch-me-not plant he used to harass as a child, moving without thought from the stimulation. And he’d think about more engaging things until he got them to  finish or he could say he did. 

And it would buy a little more time with good enough affection and good enough company and good enough reasons. 

Good enough. ‘Enough’ was right there in the phrase. 

And then it would repeat until someone gave up.

When he didn’t move or reply as your hands sat where his thighs met his hips, lost in some train of thought, you left it be and stood. Lathering your hands, “One spot left!”

He suddenly looked so tired, eyebrows rising as if to ask you ‘what’s that?’ yet the dullness of his eyes indicated he wasn’t actually asking. 

But like a fall from a mildly scary height into the sea, thrilling but safe, he tensed as your hands moved. When you began to wash his face, he hit the water feet first.  His shoulders noticeably relaxed, and you thought you saw his chin shake a little, but you let it go to rub circles on his cheeks. You got behind his ears and under his chin. You tried to make a mustache but the soap didn’t lather well enough for that.

“You’re not missing out. I don't look good in facial hair.” He said, and you believed it. 

You handed him the soap and let him finish cleaning himself, trying to steal looks without being too obvious. Making a mental note to yourself for every piece of him to compliment later when he was more comfortable.

It tickled when he washed you, those soft fingers making bubbles across your skin. The steam was dampening his hair. Ah, you just noticed he wasn’t wearing glasses.

“Can you see? Without the glasses?” He was down now, cleaning your already clean legs.

“Ah, well, no.”

You held up 7 fingers.

He squinted then made his eyes wide, “Hmm…. Two hands.” You pushed him down with your foot to his chest, him catching himself with his arm. “At least I didn’t say three, dear.” 

You play kicked, “Unfunny!”

When he laughed now he looked boyish. His laughter bright as a bell. It was so jarring that it made your subconscious remind you of the dead man lying in the other room. The juxtaposition impossible to ignore.

Alastor noticed the shift in the air, getting up and setting the soap down on the lip of the tub. His hands rubbed your cheeks, your chin, your nose.

“You can leave after you’re all cleaned and dressed.” He was looking at your nose as he spoke.

“I can do anything I damn well want.” Your eyes skirted around his face before making him meet your gaze, “Atleast to the car. Okay?” Suddenly insecure about how aggressive you were, “Please.” 

Alastor nodded, could he see your smile? You could see his.

It was unspoken, and somehow equally shocking as the night you grabbed a dead man by the legs, that you dressed each other. Domestic was the only word for it and it was downright frightening for you.

But your body didn’t stop, some magnets in your fingertips drawn to the buttons of his shirt, to the collar you adjusted, to his glasses that you rested on the bridge of his nose.

Alastor hadn’t any idea what he was doing, perhaps his mother had told him to do this and he had long forgotten it. Maybe he saw it in a movie. Or read it in a book. But gingerly, as you sat on a side of the bed away from Tommy, he knelt and rolled up your stockings, watching as you clipped them to the garter belt. He slipped on your shoes and took your hand to help you stand. As you put on your dress his hands took the buttons at the bottom and yours took the top, meeting in the center. His newly clean fingers straightened out the wrinkles.

He avoided looking you in the eyes, something heavy in the space between you two telling him the air might catch fire if he did. He didn’t know what that meant, and he had done enough new things for one evening. 

“Can I ask you something?” He took the twine that tied the clothes together and began looping it through eyelets in the canvas.

“Of course.” He could ask you anything, if you answered was still up in the air.

“Why did you work for a man like that?” Continuing to avoid your face, he busied himself with drawing the sides and corners of the canvas up like a giant sachet.

A good question. One you would think he’d have asked before the murder. “He wasn’t like that before. This whole… thing was a recent shift. I know it was gambling but I think he was getting into some hard drugs too. His behavior had just gotten erratic.”

He tied the twine tightly, “It seemed impulse control was an issue for him, given his brief conversation with me. This-,” he pointed at you, suddenly full of passion again, “This is what I meant. I don’t talk to men for long. What a terrible conversation that was.” You fought back a smile. “Was he bragging? You wouldn’t believe the number of men— well I suppose yes you would.” He pushed up his sleeves and held them in place with arm bands, “If that is the typical sexual tendencies of men then I’m glad to see I evolved past it.” Alastor was spewing a stream of consciousness that even you could tell was out of character. 

Or perhaps, “I have a feeling you’d be saying all this if I were here or not.” You stared down at the canvas bundle.

That smile again, “Normally it’s under my breath but— they don’t seem to mind!” He gave the bundle a tug, checking for the sturdiness of the twine.“So, usually I do this closer to the car…” 

It was unladylike and you loved it, legs open wide as you lifted your half of the bloody package. You lumbered down the tight stairwell as he went backwards, insisting it was the gentlemanly thing to do. There was a moment you were alone at the bottom of the stairs as Alastor brought the car around. You gave the body a little kick, “Why’d you have to go and be such an ass?” Mumbled under your breath like a professional.

As you both stood there, trunk full of Tommy between you, you were unaware of what little wildfires you’d set off in the other.

Alastor felt his stomach flipping, an impulse to grab your face with both hands and kiss you making his fingers tap the roof of the car. He was worried if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. An issue he had never had before, but it still felt like an issue nonetheless. It was, wasn’t it? An issue?

Something in you felt like the good wife in the doorway, waving your darling off to work in the morning. Wanting to plant a kiss on his cheek and straighten his bow tie. If you’d seen a neighbor do it you’d roll your eyes and fake a gag, but you wanted to give it to him. You wanted to give him consistent adoration he could rely on and that was the only example you could think of. A nervous hand considered clawing the feeling out of your chest entirely.

You both decided to play it cool,  Alastor dialling back the urge and planting a single kiss to your nose. You hummed, “If anyone asks…”

“You saw Tommy take the cash and leave.” Alastor said quickly, so confident you could believe maybe you had.

You nodded. Biting your bottom lip you stopped the urge to offer more help. Trust needed to exist that he’d ask for it if he wanted to. 

Maybe your face was losing its skill, mask dissolving under the events of the night, because a grin spread across his face, “Baby steps.”

Always scared of letting him slip through your fingers, you tried to hide how badly you needed another date to look forward to. Pursing your lips, “Speaking of, we’ve checked off public acts of indecency, a dance hall romp, and now some gentle sex near a formerly living man. Would you like to get coffee this week?”

“In the daytime?” False incredulity

“Fully clothed.” You added.

If he hadn’t stifled his laughter, it could have been dangerous, “Scandalous.” A small panic, he hadn’t actually agreed yet. An unfamiliar feeling of insecurity came down on you like a mistimed curtain fall. 

“I’ll need a few days…Saturday, at ten, the little cafe at the west entrance of our favorite park?”

Our. Your knees buckled a little. 

“Sounds positively deviant. I’ll be there with bells on.” Why was your heart pounding now. Why now?

“It’s a date then.” A kiss to your cheek, he tensed, holding back. “Can I drive you home?,” it was spoken into your skin. His lips not leaving your face. 

“I have to go back in. Tell everyone how much of an ass Tommy is for leaving me all alone with that wealthy bore.” Your cheek leaned into his kiss. His lips dragged across your skin to find your mouth, still open.

He exhaled, shakey and slow. Your eyes saw something new; dilated pupils staring down at you. A heat was pooling in your lap again, never so receptive to a pair of eyes before.

“Should I come back?” He knew he shouldn’t.

Luckily so did you. “You know I’m not far from here. Just get home, or wherever you're going, safely.” He finally let his mouth capture yours, his hands roaming the soft fabric of your dress. Red, smooth, warm. You broke away, pulling from some well of strength you didn’t know you had, “If the girls see— there’s no motive quite like a jealous man.”

That grin erupted, beaming a toothy smile that warmed you to your core, “Endlessly fascinating.” His fingers lingered on you until they were pulled away by the limits of his reach, him backing up to the car door, “Be safe. Good night.”

Your legs crossed one in front of the other, had a man ever considered your safety enough to say it out loud? Without adding some patronizing addition like “little lady” or “pretty thing” to it that felt more like an admission of intent? “Good night.”

Alastor rode home in silence, sometimes so lost in thought he would snap back to reality and realize he had no idea how long he had been driving. It would take a second but he would confirm he was still on the right path. 

It was too soon to bring you to his home. He knew that was a logical statement. However, every other part of him wanted to carry you over his shoulder into his house and show you around, excited to hear your responses to the details of his safe harbor. He could cook for you. You two could push the sofa back and dance in the sitting room. The back porch was lovely for early morning reading.

An incorporeal pain tore through his stomach. 

Hands gripping the steering wheel, bright eyes popping up from the tall grass as he rumbled past. 

He was getting ahead of himself again. All of the idioms he was taught were going up in flames. 

‘Don’t put the cart before the horse.’

Unfortunately he had guilded the cart as well, so weighted with the gold of his hopes he was worried the axis would snap.

‘Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.’ 

He had saddled you with an entire coop of his joy. Unfair and unwise.

‘Pearls before swine’

He was, like many men, reduced to a greedy mouthed animal at your feet, incapable of appreciating your attention as it should be. But he didn’t want you to stop. Perhaps a pig could learn?

So much for evolved. 

As he pulled into the dirt driveway of what was his father’s home, then his mother’s home, now his own, he wondered what your first thoughts would be. Would you like it? Were you expecting something grander? Something shiny and new? 

When he was backed up to the greenhouse he rested his head against the steering wheel. 

The smell of the soap was heating up with his thoughts, remembering your hands. You smelled the same now tonight, the same soap. What an intimate thing to share. Could he ever hope to share such things with someone, or was it foolish to spend time thinking about it? 

Alastor would give nearly anything to share a set of plates with someone gentle, to have a set of hand towels in the bathroom for himself and someone patient, to warm two mugs in the morning with coffee for himself and someone understanding.

A secret little dream he threw away shortly after entering adulthood. Which was fine for him. If having those niceties meant having to fake that a part of himself mattered more than it did, he didn’t want them. Not that much. He was already putting on a show outside, he couldn’t bring the audience into his home. His mother’s home. 

As he grappled with Tommy’s impromptu shroud, he considered his outward image. 

He was proud of it. He chose to have it, it was a tool that got him far in life and elevated his status. No qualms. Just, when you expect to do something all of your life alone, it’s foundation shaking to learn perhaps you didn’t have to.

He had convinced himself he preferred to be alone. But now it seemed maybe he had been lying to himself. At some point he confused accepting a situation with preferring it. 

He stared down at Tommy’s pale face, clothes dirty and body stiffening on the metal work station of the greenhouse. He probably would never have learned about Tommy if not for you. No rumors or whispers or warnings about a theater manager abusing the artists in his employ were floating around.

Again, he felt his chest tightening. It didn’t matter if he had had the man already in his sights or not. He would have killed him. Alastor ran his hands through his hair. Would you have stopped him, would he have let you, if you swore Tommy didn’t deserve to die?

No. A silly rhetorical. Had you begged on your knees with tear stained eyes he’d have kissed your cheeks and said whatever you asked to hear. And then he would wait for Tommy to be alone in a dark place like he did the others. And he would avoid looking you in the eye for as long as he had to, until you forgot about the former employer.

With a single and soft clap of his hands he shut his mind off and went about his work. Now wasn't the time for questions and what-ifs. He needed to make Tommy disappear as soon as possible. He didn’t usually kill so close together in time. A brief thought slipped through the cracks of his walls, This would be easier with help. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

No one noticed Tommy was missing until the following night. But given he’d gotten a considerable payday Monday the staff just assumed he was off snorting his profits. 

It wasn’t until Wednesday morning did police come by, Tommy’s mother having called in a missing person’s report.

You heard the girls speaking to the detective outside the dressing room before rehearsals. 

“This is typical Tommy.”

“He’s been dabbling into some heavy stuff.”

“You didn’t hear it from me, but! I heard he got,” you couldn’t see what she was doing, “ya know?”

When the detective looked into the dressing room and asked who he hadn’t spoken with, your eyes met in the mirror, recognition painting his face. 

“Detective Brady! The assistant manager can talk now.” Someone called from down the hall. You continued covering your bruises, hoping he hadn’t noticed them. With a pat to the door frame, metal ring clinking, he left.

He didn’t have time to speak with all of you before it was doors open and left before the show began. As soon as you got home you fished around in your key bowl for the crinkled card.

You dropped it back in, hands coming to your face. Of course. Why would it be any other man?

Deep breathes. It isn’t strange he ran into you before, you worked and lived in the area. He probably handed that card to every woman he passed at night. 

Slow breathes. The girls did the legwork, just follow suit. You were a single woman. No one would suspect you of anything unless they found a smoking gun under your pillow. Even then, if you could bat your eyelashes enough and find a  dainty enough cross necklace you could beat any rap. 

All you wanted now was to see Alastor and tell him. Three more days.

Surprisingly, the theater ran perfectly smoothly without Tommy. James, the assistant, stepped up and everything carried on as usual. The detective didn’t come back, either. Rumor in the dressing room was that Tommy had been an open-and-close case of bad decisions leading to bad outcomes.

There was a sadness at the theater regardless, no one having heard any news. He had wandered off before but he always returned in time for the big weekend shows. But Friday night came and went and Tommy never showed. Which for you was expected, but the other staff seemed worried. The girls, not so much. 

You weren’t as scared as you had thought you’d be. For yourself, atleast. You would rather die than let Alastor be found out because of you. Maybe he would have advice to ease you. Even if he didn’t, you’d be comforted getting him up to speed.

Knowing you’d see Alastor soon was like knowing when the next big rain was coming. You spent all week planning your time around it. 

Except for the small detail that you hadn’t actually known where the west entrance was to the park, or even that the gates had names. But you found it easily enough. As you approached you could see him waiting, a blue suit without the jacket, was there a color he wouldn’t look charming in? 

No. Silly questions seemed to be in the air lately.

You slowed as you approached, him hearing the click of your shoes and turning before you could gather your thoughts. This was the first time to see him in the daylight. 

His mouth was moving but you didn’t hear anything, brain short circuiting. His hair looked so much brighter in the sunlight, sun passing through brown locks. You could see his eyes looking at you, brows rising as he questioned something, but your thoughts were arrested by the color of the gaze you’d spent weeks trying to get into the focus of; a bright honey brown that seemed to shimmer. A little pop of light bounced off a button of his vest, his smile gleamed as he leaned towards you.

Run. You had no business here. A possibly soon-to-be criminalized dancer and him. You should have worn a better dress. Should have gotten your hair done. Should have better.

Alastor couldn’t figure out what your face was saying. He was proficient in reading the expressions of others, in discerning the changes in the air of any given room, but this… he couldn’t place. Your eyes were wide, smile taut and flat as you took a step backward. His hand reached out to stabilize you, your heel catching on the uneven pavement of the lesser cared for wards of the city.

“What’s wrong?” His smile softened. 

You spoke without thinking, something you never did, “You’re too beautiful. I should go.” Your attempt to turn away only half in jest. His bright laugh rang out, melting the muscles of your legs. 

“That’s a new one.” His fingers lingered on your arm, “You can pick a seat, I’ll grab coffee. No staff on the patio.”

Considering fleeing still, you thought about how sad he would be standing there with two coffees in his hands. The weather was quickly cooling, but in the early sun the outdoor seating was perfect for a coffee date. 

Shaking off the nerves, you tried to get a fucking grip. You adored your physical form, you had no issues thinking you deserved whatever you wanted to have. But, well, it was like he was glowing from the inside out. Even his skin seemed to catch the light. There was that quick heart beat again. You looked through the glass front, Alastor in line. If you had gone through with the plan to rob him, and had he returned in the daylight to argue with you… you’d have just handed back his wallet and maybe even your own. 

The least attractive thing about him was his money, strange considering it was normally the most important thing a man had in his pocket for you. 

Did he know? That you had been-

“Autumn, was it?”

You heard something in your neck pop as your head spun toward the voice. The color left your face, you stood so quickly you almost knocked the chair over.

“Detective! What a blessing!” Your hands were trembling as you reached out for one of his with both of yours, “You’ve been on my mind lately.”

The detective, tall and lean, eyes a striking cool blue and hair the color of wheat, removed his hat. “Oh?”

“Yes. I never got a chance to thank you for saving me last week. That man was just not taking no for an answer.” You took several steps to the left, making his back turn towards the cafe doors. 

“I thought maybe you’d been cross with me. You ran off like-.”

“I was just nervous. I didn’t know if you were for real or just another trickster trying to get a lady alone.” You stared at his eyes, trying to keep him focused on you. 

“Ah, well, you had good reason to be. Lucky coincidence seeing you here.” He set his hat under his arm, “I was just headed to your manager’s mother’s home.”

Your eyes flitted to the counter, back to Brady. “Oh? Is…is it bad news, sir?” 

“Not a trace of the man. But, that isn’t uncommon down here I suppose.” The detective sat down at the table you’d been at….you stayed standing. He motioned for you to take a seat, “That being said, I don’t think Tommy just wandered off with some cash.”

Were you wearing your perspiration pads under your dress? You think you were. If not, maybe you could just spill water on yourself and say it was a stain. Stiff, you took a seat. 

“I was hoping to interview the rest of you ladies. I was going to stop by tomorrow but, if you have a moment, what can you tell me about him?” His eyes looked like ice, their effect similar as a chill ran down your spine. 

“Well, oh geez… I don’t want to speak ill of anyone, ever.” Your hard learned skills were coming back to you. Your hands came together to shyly fidget with each other. 

“Consider it a help to the police, no worries ma’am.”

“Miss.” You corrected, that practiced smile small and chaste, “I’m not married, sir. As you can imagine, in my profession, it is very hard to come by good, honest men.”

A chuckle, he put his hat down on the table. Fuck. Fuck! 

“But, uh, yes. I can tell you quite a bit. Tommy was a fine man. For awhile. He was very respectful to us. A clean and tight ship.” You saw the door open behind him, Alastor using his back as his hands were full. “But, the last three months or so, he started getting mean.” You leaned forward, putting your left hand on Brady’s that rested on his hat. Your right hand slipped to the side and under the table, waving frantically to Alastor to turn back around.

Without question he swiveled on his heels, sitting down at another empty table near the cafe doors with his back to you.

You gripped his hand and the hat with one motion, and set it back on his head, “If he saw me talking to a flat foot…it could be a lot of trouble. Maybe we should speak privately.”

Why were you incapable of finding a balance between honey and venom? Your words came out too sweet, voice dipping into the tone you reserved for marks.

“Ah, well…Miss Autumn-,” Brady shifted in his seat.

You stood up, slapping his shoulder, “I meant the theater! Sir!”

He flustered, shaking his head and standing too, “I didn’t say anything!” His nervous laughter eased you, walking further from the table so he would follow. “Well, I’ll be by tomorrow. Maybe we can finish this conversation.“

A nod, not at all intending to tell him you didn’t work Sundays, “That sounds good. Anything I can do to help. But really, I expect Tommy will show up as soon as the cash runs dry.”

With a tip of the hat, he walked off to bring bad news somewhere else. 

You waited a moment before moving to the seat across Alastor. You thought your bones had turned to jelly, “Thanks for the rerouting. Was I obviously rattled?” You were mortified.

“No, not at all!” Alastor set the cup in front of you. “A former beau?”

You shook your head, “Worse. Detective Brady back there came by the theater this week, but didn’t have time to speak to me. Just so happened to see me now on his way to Tommy’s mom. Actually, that was something I wanted to tell you. I’ve met him before.”

His brows rose, blowing slightly on the coffee, “Oh? A patron of your theater?”

“No. That night with Legs. He stopped me a quite a few blocks before I found you. Gave me his card and a warning about missing people and something about little ladies being out at night.”

Alastor nodded, unphazed.

“Should I be worried? Because I’m worried.” You couldn’t even touch your drink, stomach in knots. He smiled, breaking the spell Brady had cast over you.

“Without a body there is no proof anyone is dead. That’s all that matters.” Alastor was cocky, leaning back in his chair with a far too relaxed demeanor.

You hadn’t realized your shoulders were so tight, “Sorry for shooing you away. I just got so scared! If he knows I,” You caught yourself, face going red as you corrected, “thought I had a guy, it could put you under a spotlight.”

His hand came over and gently rubbed your open palm with his thumb, “You’re right. That was smart, thank you.” Alastor smiled brighter, “Now! Let’s put that behind us. I don’t have a terribly long time. There’s a couple things to discuss. Most importantly,” he leaned over the table, face serious, “You think I’m beautiful?”

You kicked at his shin under the table, “My heart nearly stopped! I thought it was something important! Unfunny!”

A snicker, “Cruel?”

You nodded, “Very!”

It was by most people standards a normal date. It only strayed from mundane when Alastor walked you home and asked if you had any nightmares about Tommy. 

When you told him you hadn’t slept that well in weeks, and thanked him softly for his affection as you felt that had something to do with it, he hummed happily. He offered you his home phone number, you gesturing to the phone box at the corner in return. 

The nights were busy, so you often spoke in the mornings before his work. You’d made somewhat of a schedule, waiting in the booth around when you knew he was up and settling with coffee. He’d call, you’d ramble about your evening and what wild thing happened. Luckily the detective never returned after his Sunday visit so your stories were just fun and lighthearted. His laughter sounded so good over the staticy phone line. He would tell you about his work, about the bands he had the pleasure of hearing. New Orleans was the undisputed mother of jazz, and it showed in the fervor of his audience. It wasn’t uncommon he was busy keeping up with demand for more big and new sounds. 

While you enjoyed every opportunity to see him, be it coffee at a different cafe than the first or a walk around forested areas you knew were of use to him, the calls were nice. It allowed you to enjoy him without worrying about putting any undue pressure on him. You could twirl your phone cord and bite your lip without concern.

But finally, the moment you’d been waiting for. You called Alastor and he sounded tense, like he hadn’t slept. With a simple “What’s wrong?”, he asked if you’d want to help him with work.

The first one was almost too easy. Alastor had you wait at a bar where a man he clued you in on frequented. A staff member of his station had missed work for several days, supposedly sick. Alastor got the real story from eavesdropping on the ladies at lunch. The man, Mr. A. Wellington, was next. After watching and waiting, Alastor knew the man’s patterns well enough. Including you was a risk, but he had been fighting the urge to ask you for so long now. This one seemed it would be cut and dry. 

All it took was a smirk, a well placed hand, a laugh. The man practically pushed you down the back stairs of the bar and out through the doors that led to the service street. So engrossed in ignoring your suggestion of slowing down, he didn’t hear or see Alastor standing feet beside you both. 

The look of betrayal on the man’s face as his eyes flew from Alastor back to you increased Alastor’s high was three fold. He asked the man, already too gone to reply, if he remembered his staffer. “You should. She’ll always remember you.” 

You leaned against the door that led back to the hotel bar. Your eyes and ears were open for any unwanted company, any possible danger. Other than your own little madman. Alastor took this one personally, you could tell by how much messier he was than the first two.

While he didn’t explicitly state his code of ethics for selecting “victims”, you had picked up on the pattern. A man who assaulted a young woman, a wife beater, a violent segregationist. 

Was he really doing bad things? You found it hard to pity any of them.

Once the messy part was done you’d help get the man, as it always had been so far, into the trunk. You’d share a few kisses and clean the scene before being driven home, where you’d share a few more. Your favorite part, by far.  And after you waved, he’d drive off to wherever he went with the dead men. 

But one night was atypical. One night was downright horrible.

You lured a man into a large park beside the water. A part of you almost felt bad, as he sweetly held your hand. He had been a perfect gentleman, you seducing him at a dance hall. Alastor had warned you he was dangerous, but you wondered for a second if he was Dangerous or dangerous. Like Alastor-dangerous.

You found your answer when the man smiled down at you, telling you how beautiful you looked in the starlight, how you’d stay so beautiful forever, and wrapped his hands around your neck. Capital “D” Dangerous. 

The man was knocked off balance by Alastor tackling him from the side. You all three fell into the dirt and grass. The wind was forced out of you from the impact, your hands failing to get traction as you tried to sit up. The ground was slick with mud from recent rains flooding the rivers. Hurricane season was already in full swing.

The man wasn’t huge, but he was larger than Alastor. You watched the men struggle, slippery ground complicating Alastor’s attempts to stay upright as he straddled the man, and he couldn’t get leverage enough to bring down the knife. Horrified, you sat on your legs feeling helpless as the man lifted himself and Alastor off the ground entirely and tossed him onto his back. A small cry, Alastor rolled away revealing a rock where his back had landed.

The man only needed one of his large hands to wrap around Alastor’s throat but he used two for the fun of it. Your shoes slipped off as you struggled to get to your feet like a baby deer newly introduced to the world. Everything was wet and spinning, your lungs were burning. 

Alastor didn’t feel scared as his vision went black, just annoyed he had fucked up.

Even that feeling washed away as a grayness flooded into his consciousness. Everything lost color, flavor, texture. All urgency inked out. 

Before everything slipped away, before he slipped under, he thought he heard his mother calling his name.

He thought he heard you scream. 

Part 5 is halfway done 👌

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[eatnightmares]

1.14 faulkner phone call and carpward bonding time!! some of Thee most iconic hayward moments in this one hehehe

not bothering with the bird watching metaphors but still calling him uncle :)))))))

DOING IT FOR THE WRONG REASONS BUT STILL WE LOVE LYING!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

oh faulkner... (hayward opening his part of the ep with "this is how it ends"...)

KILLING MYSELF...NOW!!!!!!! IT'S YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CRASHING AND BURNING AND CRYING AND DYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! not saying what he wants to say!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! eddie and their dad always trying to take the blame off his shoulders...the ambiguity of whether they actually Know (they probably don't...)

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actually genuinely going to scream and cry and throw up forever about how kind eddie is to him in this call vs s3 where he's a little shorter with him, mostly just cause he's stressed from work. oh the cruelties of capitalism making us cruel to each other. it's really in such a small way like he's not being mean but like...if he'd just had time, if he'd been able to be there...it could've changed everything...

gruuuuagghh again the s3 parallels...faulkner begging him to come pick them up...his resolve at it's lowest...i've got so much ahead of me...

god. christ. so fucked how this changes everything faulkner has said about his father. soooo so haunting how faulkner just hangs up the phone without a word in dialogue or narration just left to guess what's going thru his head after that...even the rest of his scene is just describing what's happening no emotion...

this is how it begins/ends count: 8

s1 hayward faulkner moments (a bit insane about them as foils, hayward being the faulkner that Got Out. but that's a conversation for s2)

literally calling himself partner...oh he is so very desperate...don't worry buddy paige is coming for u soon

man it really does make me so :( how freaked out she must've been here knowing her family history

love jovial in the script here hehehehe...

pressing my head into the floor. Carpenter.

giggling hi val hiiiiiiii

sigh meab's voice acting during this part...kicking my feet twirling my hair as she describes opening flesh

🚬🚬🚬 oh buddy...working for the knife moments...

"we can go to auction" I HATE IT HERE MAN I FUCKING HATE IT HERE

bursts into flames. who's running out in front of you carpenter...and is she getting any closer...

god this part is so funny. carpenter hearing paige's voice and mentally giggling kicking her feet

HAYWARD SHRIMP MONOLOGUE 🎉🎉

carpaige nation rises And paigeward meet cute we love it here (carpenter calling her Sister...finale when paige calls elgin sister with a little s...🥲)

HAYWARD PREY ANIMAL MONOLOGUE 🎉🎉he's so pathetic i miss hating him...

he won't <3 carp just attracts yappers sorry babe

paige you're so cute do u need a fourth. who said that.

there's something so funny and sad about how this recontextualizes his convo with mason. poor guy is scared for his life but in fuck all actual danger.

one way or another he'll find his way back to the river........

[b-ritney]

My Favorites Fics

This is going to be an ever expanding list that I will edit from time to time, I have almost 400 liked stories though so it will take me a while to get through everything!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't be offended if a story you wrote doesn't come up on the list I promise I don't mean to leave anyone out I LOVE all the stories I've liked and the writers, and I tell my IRL friends about your writing ALL the time!

I will write next to each thing what it is :)

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Take The Edge Off by @ohcaptainstains : SMUT

This is soooo good it's one of the first fics I read when I got really into this community and I was immediately hooked.

Aftercare by @dazed-nymphsss : FLUFF but mentions smut

Another really sweet one I read at the beginning of my obsession, I read it while I was overnight dog-sitting for my grandma's neighbor and I just remember the dog giving me the weirdest looks when I was giggling and kicking my feet.

Gentle With Me by @swingsuckerswing: SMUT

Reminds me of a movie I just can't figure out which one though.... I just love how Eddie is so sweet about the whole first-time thing.

he's gentle when he wants to be by @munsonussy: SMUT

LITERALLY, I DIED "Is it okay if I touch you baby, or not yet?" SUCH A GENTLEMAN AHHHHH

something extra by @luveline: SMUT

It's the way he so sexily explains what he's gonna do to the reader and asks if it's ok and everything, we love a respectful man UGH actually though it is so so so so good.

Eddie loves on anxious reader drabble by @bambimunson: FLUFF

As someone who struggles with an anxiety disorder this type of love and affection would make me want to hold onto that person and never let them go sooooo sweet!

Shy! reader joins hellfire by @luveline: FLUFF

THE ENDING BRUH I kid you not I cried, having a friend like Eddie would be so special. Who gave him the right to be this charming and adorable!

Aftercare w/ Eddie by @silkscream: FLUFF with mentions of smut

I'm a fool for the giggly, loving afterglow when nothing else matters but the 2 of you. This is *chefs kiss*

Right Here by @upsidedownwithsteve: Fluff but with *sMuTtY sPicE*

Shit you not I probably come back and read this at least once a week... I think I'm jealous of the reader lmao, The shotgunning is... *bites knuckle* so so so so sexy.

Eddie holds your hand while he eats you out by @manicpixiedreamcurl: SMUT

If one day someone ever loves me for real, they better hold my hand like this.

Systematic Oppression by @fierce-writer Guns n Roses Meme

They would absolutely do that, also LOVE your profile pic Myles and Slash kick ASS!

Period Sex w/ Eddie by @ddejavvu: SMUT

Some people are just lucky I guess UGH we love a bf how doesn't mind getting a little messy haha seriously though Im in love with this lmao

Size kink with Billy Hargrove by @tommydarlings: SMUT

I love the whole thing but the NSFW part *bites knuckles again* my intimidation kink is really making itself known rn lmao

Bi-Billy I'm Nervous by @smolkiwi98 : SMUT

I resonated with this one so much, my virgin ass still goes crazy re-reading this all the damn time. The reader just sounded so much like me lmao but LIKE when he's still a little mean when she tenses up HEHEHEHE I'm a SLUT for that shit.

FACESITTING W/ EDDIE by @forourmoons: SMUT

I'm what society considers plus size sooo I've always been hesitant to even indulge myself in this topic, but HOLY SHIT, this fic is so cute and encouraging, while also being nasty af. Like me LMAO JK JK

Baby, Kiss Me Quick by @upsidedownwithsteve: SMUT

Call me sweetheart again I dare you! ..... no seriously like call me sweetheart again hehehehehehe (Have you ever heard sponge bob say "I loOOVVEE ITTTT" bc that's what I sound like rn.)

Ice Cube request by @sunflowersteves: SMUT

Listen.... don't knock it till you try it, that's all I'm gonna say. LMAO seriously though this is again *chefs kiss* (PLZ DON'T TRY THIS UNLESS YOU'VE TALKED TO LIKE A DOCTOR OR SOMETHING, just keep the ice on the outside unless you know what your doing...)

Stick & Poke by @idkmanijustwannawrite SMUT

I'm just jealous of the reader honestly, I'm a whore for that shit, also is it weird that I like the feeling of being tattooed... the whole experience is like a challenge to see if you can take it or not... OMG I just learned something about myself LMAO

camera shy by @bowerquinn SMUT

excuse me while I *swallow my whole fist* it stayed up until 2am reading this one a while back.

Babysitter x Steve by @mypoisonedvine: SMUT

This was like a gateway drug for me into the universe of STEDDIE X BABYSITTER fics which is currently my all-time favorite trope. It's so good omfg.

Angst writer Meme by @thedialup

Lol the cheeky little smile on the stick figures face is accurate as hell too, they know they are channeling all that internal rage and turmoil into a masterpiece lmao.

The "Yes" Policy by @pinkrelish Mix of Fluff/SMUT/angst kind of

This series has 7 PARTS as of right now, when I tell you it's good it's fucking GOOD, the way the tension slowly builds between the reader and Eddie is so... for lack of a better term *tAntAliZinG* I LOVE IT.

Boys On Film by @corrodedcorpses SMUT

This writer... y'all this writer, she is F.A.N.T.A.S.T.I.C this is also a series that is so FUCKING good.

June Baby by @luveline Mix fluff/angst/ idk about smut I haven't finished the series yet.

Ok, so this series consistently made me cry in the best way. Something about Eddie just being so good to this young single mom made me emotional, so so amazing.

Soft Sex with Eddie by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

This makes me involuntarily shake.. like a constant state of anticipation the intimacy is OFF THE CHARTS. I loVe iT

Rumour by @msgexymunson SMUT

This..... I don't even know where to start.. not only has this series been giving me actual life the last few weeks but I JUST KEEP COMING BACK TO IT... listen, the dick piercing? masterstroke my friend, well done. take a bow honestly. *clap* *clap* *clap*

Love Me Deep by @tastefulstars SMUT

These men have a choke hold on me right now... why is it that the idea of being helpless between them turns me on so much lmao. Maybe it's like the unintentionally filthy, dirty talk they do, idk lol.

The Sheep by @newlips SMUT

It's the tattoo's for me *drooling*

Shy reader x Rockstar Eddie! by @lucasnclair FLUFF

The cutest... this is basically what I want from my future rockstar husband. I will come back and thank this writer when I print this story and hand it to my husband as a BLUEPRINT lmao (don't worry I'll make sure I credit you haha)

Paparazzi by @tiannasfanfic FLUFF/ SMUT/ ANGST

I apologize for the language but good FUCKING god this fic made me feel all the emotions. This writer's talent is unbelievable! I will say I love how you made Eddie's publicity wife the actual baddest bitch ever, we love a powerful woman who helps those in need.

How They Comfort You by @dazed-nymphsss FLUFF with some innuendo

Love the whole thing but when Billy says, "You wanna go for a ride?" THE FACT THAT HE LITERALLY HAS NO POSITIVE EXAMPLES IN HIS LIFE AND HE IS STILL DOING THE BEST HE CAN FOR HIS PARTNER MAKES ME FERAL

Taking Steve and Eddie At The Same Time... by @indulgentlyinclined SMUT

The way this kept me up at night for 3 days straight. I- am drooling

Steddie X babysitter by @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint SMUT

I could go on for FUCKING WEEKS about this currently 2 PART series.... It is my current obsession and the topic of every conversation I have with my irl friend I read fics with... I almost stayed awake through the night when I stumbled on this one... like I was giggling so much I had to keep stopping and starting lol... literally so good.

Pretty Sounds by @eddiethefreakkmunson SMUT

Can you imagine if this was reality though... Axl Rose is on his fucking knees, Eddie would be his god.

Sitting on Eddie's Amp by @corrodedcherry SMUT

Thank you for giving yet another reason to love dirty ass rockstars... I've been perched on top of a live amp before lmao.... listen... like I said before, DONT KNOCK IT TILL YOU TRY IT

Eddie's rings while he eats you out by @niceboyeds and @munsonology SMUT

But can you imagine though UGH

Inked Eddie x reader x steve by @muertawrites SMUT

Again with the tattoo thing, I LOVE the feeling of being tattooed so I don't relate to the reader's physical pain BUT BUT BUT I can relate to wanting to be in her exact position every time I read this fic, AHHH the jealousy is TOO REAL lol

Approved by @writingdumpster SMUT

I can't wait to make my parents this angry lmao, this is soooo *spIcY*

As You Wish by @corroded-hellfire SMUT

I'm biting my knuckles again seriously like this is sooo damn hot. Thank you for giving me life with another Babysitter fic UGH

weekend storm by @wroteclassicaly SMUT

You're a wizard Harry, seriously this is *MaGic*

Enjolras eats mad revolutionary pussy by @ceriseheaven SMUT

When I tell you I showed this to everyone... *bites knuckles* the part with the corset... you're a GENIUS! also..... THE FRENCH

I'm In Control by @justmeinadaze SMUT SMUT SMUT

Every time you update I giggle with excitement. This series blows my mind in the best way ugh

Helping Hands by @daddyreid SMUT

The way this has invaded my thoughts every day since the first time I read it... round of applause for this author.

Easy Like A Sunday Afternoon by @newlips SMUT

My friend and I read this together during the intermissions of a hockey game and we both screamed at the part where he protects her head WE LOVE A THOUGHTFUL CARING MAN!

Baby, as if by @carolmunson SMUT SMUT SMUT

OK be warned if you are not into dark toxic mean Eddie then you might want to be very cautious, but FOR ME.... my panties evaporated LMAO are we okay?! hahaha

Perv Eddie Eats Your Puss while you sleep by @corrodedcherry SMUT

... imagine having like a sexy dream and then waking up and it's for real happening ummmm.... hehehehe (consensual of course)

Eddie spits on your pussy by @ceriseheaven

Take a bow queen bc this is a masterpiece, when he, "need another taste baby, you'll give it to me?" LMAO my mom goes "Why the fuck are you screaming." This is absolutely one I'll come back too, I'm sending this to the girly group chat as we speak.

[nonbinary-protogen]

Lunar Moon

(NO this is not a ship)

Cw: Ghost tickles, begging, Lunar being the cutest being in the history of animatronics

Characters: Eclipse, Moon, Lunar, Y/n

Sun and Moon show

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Lunar and Eclipse took control, there's a new security guard, Y/n. Who was quite familiar with Sun and Moon and their shenanigans and problems. They didn't seem to mind Lunar though. A lot of things have changed since the show. They walked into Lunar giggling, on the floor, holding his stomach.

"Lunar, you okay, bud?" They asked.

"Mhmhmhmhm, ihihim fine" He giggled, whispering something to himself. "M-moon stop it!"

They were about to say otherwise before their friend called them over.

"Yea, F/n?" They called

Lunar burst out laughing when he felt a ticklish sensation on his neck.

"N-NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE! NOT THERE!" He shouted, drawing Eclipse's attention.

"Lunar? Why are you laughing like that?" Eclipse asked.

"MOHOHOON!"

"What about Moon?"

"HEHEHEHE'S TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHE!"

Eclipse was confused. How could Moon tickle Lunar if he's in the same body- oh right Moon has magic. Eclipse knew he can't help his brother or else he's gonna get tickled, so he fled.

"Oh? Your brother doesn't even wanna help you~" he teased in Lunar's head as he continued the tickling on his belly.

"OHOHOHO MHYHYHY STAHAHAHARS!"

"Tik-a tik-a tik-a tik-a" Moon repeated like 20 times.

"IHIHIHIT TIC- AHAHAHAHA! TICKLES!" Lunar shouted as he tried rubbing the sensation away.

Moon got bored of Lunar's tummy so he toned the ticklish sensation down and went to his knees.

"Ehehehehe M-moon"

"Yea?.."

"Sthohohohop"

Moon was starting to go down from his knees.

"Oh? Why should I?..." Moon asked.

Lunar was starting to giggle in anticipation.

"Ehehehehe....wahahahait... " Lunar giggled

"Why should I stop when your brother ruined me and my brother's lives...."

"I....i hahahahad nothing to dohoho with thahahahat"

Moon was getting closer to Lunar's feet, which was already making Lunar laugh.

"Nyahahahahaa! Nohoho"

"You followed with Eclipse's plan." Moon said, getting to Lunar's ankles.

"He would've- NYAHAHAHAHAA!!! C-CUT IT OHOHOHOUT! " Lunar starting kicking.

"You're like Sun, hm? Kicked me in the face last time I tried tickling here~" he teased

"W-WELL MAHAHAHAYBE IHIHIHI- BAHAHAHAHAHA" Lunar could barely speak

Y/n came back now fully aware what's happening.

"Okay moon cut it out" They said, putting their hands on their hips.

"Fiinnee..." Moon groaned as he stopped.

Lunar caught his breath and Y/n helped him up.

"Do you wanna let Moon out after that?"

"Still no"

"Oh boy

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[littledark11]

"Your hands hit the mattress and grasped at the silken sheets, as if that would save you."

The bed is going to soften you when loki is pounding you.

"Your stomach dropped. What if it was a test; what if he was joking?"

Yeah he's going to test how many fucks does it takes until he breaks you.

“Perhaps I wasn’t clear that when you are mine, you are mine; utterly.”

Hehehehe that made me giggle and kick my feet.

“After that, I’m afraid you will be ruined for all others…” A devilish smirk lit at the corners of his mouth."

I got chills when he said it, I can't explain why I just imagine the way he said it, he's so sure of himself lol.

"We have talked long enough, you and I. I would very much like to fuck you…" His eyebrows rose. "I will, fuck you. I will have you; utterly."

Never mind I got goosebumps so badly, he's so confidently and so sure of himself I love it!!

"How many times I’ve wanted to pin you against the wall and fuck you until all thoughts of other men were shaken from your mind forever."

"Beg…my pretty, pretty whore.”

Prove it punk!! 😏😏😏

My legs twitched when I read that 😫😫😫 it felt nice and tingly hehehe.

“Maybe you’re my whore, Odinson. Did you consider that?”

Hehehe oOoOh how the table has turned? I mean he is a pretty whore.

“The next time I see you, it will be in white.”

hehehe that better be a promise. Because I would do this 10 times on purpose.

“I think they might know that already if the maids who caught you pleasuring me in the kitchens last week weren’t mute—and besides, perhaps they’ll just think my intended is a bad influence.”

Oh fuck me 10 times over, that sounds amazing and very scandalous. You're killing me woman and I'm enjoying every moment of it ❤️

“When you’re my wife, you shall never be rid of me.”

What the fuck?!? My heart dropped!, I'm like damn he got super jealous now he wants to wife me up!!, I should have done it in the beginning!

You are such a peach 🍑🍑

I love reading your stories,when I'm happy or when I'm sad, you make my day either way

Mine, Utterly [Loki x Reader]

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: After making Prince Loki a little jealous, he lays down the law on the eve of an important occasion. (w/c 2.1k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Minors DNI. Dirty talk, language.

Your hands hit the mattress and grasped at the silken sheets, as if that would save you.

“My Prince,” you gasped, breaths scorching against your lungs as he ripped the chiffon around your thighs.

All you’d done was smile at the guard. Okay, maybe flirt a little…just enough to rouse the jealousy Loki had suggested with a mischievous shine in his eyes before taking his place on the Royal banqueting dais.

A palm landed on your exposed ass cheek. Crying out, you shot a glance over your shoulder. Prince Loki stood, storms in his darkened eyes, the leather belt that had been slung across his chest now dangling from a fist. "You dare to make a god jealous?"

Your stomach dropped. What if it was a test; what if he was joking? But for all his antics, the Prince wasn’t known for his humour when it came to matters of the heart—or the flesh. He didn’t share, and as that thought sank in, the knuckles on the fist whitened. You inhaled sharply, grip tightening on the sheets.

Something struck your ass again, but this time it gripped. Loki’s back was pressed to yours. The emeralds studded into the intricately constructed doublet pinched through the thin fabric of your bodice as he whispered, “Perhaps I wasn’t clear that when you are mine, you are mine; utterly.”

His knuckles trailed down your bicep, those fingers that had been wet with your cum too many times to count in palace corridors and dark corners dancing across your skin. Those digits had fastened around your wrist and torn you away from the feasting hall, his obligations forgotten, and whisked you in an explosion of green light to the candlelit expanse of your own bedroom.

Now, Loki’s cock pressed through the layers of leather and velvet covering it right into the swell of your ass. It was a familiar feeling—but he’d always resisted. Only his fingers, his tongue, his words—that was the only relief he gave you over past months since your arrival at court. Never his pleasure—never his cock.

Norns, how you wanted to fuck him; wanted to ride him until his own name scattered on the wind like ash, feel him slam into your cunt until his brilliant mind was a blur of lines like wine spilled on parchment. You wondered how your name sounded on his lips when he came: staggered, gasping, choking for mercy.

His nose drew a line up your neck, inhaling at the pulse point like a hound. “You are mine, aren’t you?” he murmured.

In answer, your hand slid up his temple and knotted into Loki’s hair. A growl built in his throat, swelling your confidence in time with the heat throbbing between your legs. “No more, and no less, than you are mine, Loki Odinson.”

His teeth sank into your shoulder, just enough to make you squirm against his cock. He spun you around, tipping your over the edge of the mattress while he towered in a silhouette of black and forest green pulsating in amber flickers.

His fingers made quick work of the laces at his groin and then, his legendary, iron cock was in his hand. It was even more perfect that you’d dreamed. A well of saliva rose indelicately beneath your tongue. Loki stroked it, back and forth, as you watched: hypnotised.

“Tonight, I will show you what it is to be mine,” he said, low and thicker than molasses on a winter’s eve. “After that, I’m afraid you will be ruined for all others…” A devilish smirk lit at the corners of his mouth. Your heart pounded as you sat up on the bed, trying frantically to untangle the dress sprawled around your hips. Loki’s knees hit the mattress.

"Allow me," he said, before ripping the dress from your body in one, swift movement.

Your eyes widened as it fluttered to the floor. Only the corset remained. "My Prince…I," you said, attempting to keep the game fluid; but Loki pressed a finger to your lips with a hush. It was still warm from the friction of his cock.

"We have talked long enough, you and I. I would very much like to fuck you…" His eyebrows rose. "I will, fuck you. I will have you; utterly."

As the final syllable melted, so did his clothes. The emerald encrusted doublet was first, then the sigils of his station, then the boots and—oh, gods—the leather trousers.

Your chest tightened at the sight of him: carved like marble, the tremor of his muscle beneath taut skin as he rested back on his heels, thighs spread, enough to make you howl. Loki’s chin dipped to his chest, unbound hair falling around his milky shoulders like hot tar over battlements. His cheekbones flashed in pulsing candlelight as he said with a touch of malice, "I will not be kept waiting. Not anymore," but his eyes glinted.

You crawled the space between you and hoisted onto his lap. With your arms around his neck, your bare cunt pressed against the throb of his flesh, you couldn’t imagine it ever not being thus. And then, you kissed him; one sliding into the next like spring into summer, like night into day.

Loki’s kisses were a medley of ravenous restraint; morphing like his magic between complete desperation and tenderness. His hands cupped your ass, scooting you further up his lap. The tip of his cock rubbed against your slit.

"I want to consume you," he whispered, lips wet from your kisses. "And you will never be anothers."

"Never." A ragged moan ripped the air as you sank onto his length. Loki’s groan of pleasure was everything you’d dreamt of—a primal flash beneath the regal façade you wanted to tear at with your bare hands. His chin tipped back, nailing you with his dilated stare as his hips pushed up.

"Loki," you gasped, clutching at his back muscle. He was huge. The Prince bottomed out, teeth clenching. 

"You’ve no idea how much I craved this little cunt," he panted as your hands fisted in his hair. "How many times I’ve wanted to pin you against the wall and fuck you until all thoughts of other men were shaken from your mind forever."

The squelch of your pussy jammed with his cock punctuated every word. "How you’ve teased me, played with me; ruined me—all for the want of the Valhalla I knew would be between your legs."

Loki’s head fell back with broken cry of anguish as you clench around the root of his cock, dragging up before slamming down onto the meat of his thighs.

“Fuck, kvinne…now I find myself tricked…” he said, breathless. The god’s head rose, strands of sex damp hair plastered across his brow. "I want you more than ever."

His eyes narrowed, and then his lips collided to yours, tongue demanding entry with the sureness of a tide on the shore. His nails dug into the curve of your waist, guiding your hips. Every gyration made new sparks burst to life, sizzling from your clit to the deepest parts of your body and mind that had never been so alive.

“I will never be sated,” Loki growled, thrusting faster, “Never…never.” With a rumble, he flipped you onto your back. Loki’s lips worked down the hard sinews of your neck, sucking against supple skin, palming your breasts upward. He was possessed. Loki’s name was a chant in your throat, the absence of his cock inside you becoming unbearable.

"Fuck me," you whined, and Loki looked up from where he’d been distracted with your nipple between his teeth.

“Ruined for all others,” confirmed Loki, smirking. He crawled over your body, settling his legs on either side and drawing the leaking head of himself through your sopping folds. “Beg for it.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Beg…my pretty, pretty whore.” Loki’s lips grazed across your cheek like wind through barley; a short, trembling sigh flooding your ear.

“Maybe you’re my whore, Odinson. Did you consider that?”

His thick cock twitched against your heat as he stared down at you with your perfectly styled hair mussed, your thighs spread, your lips bitten and stinging, before he whispered, “I consider everything.” Dark curls hung down either side of his jaw, framing the angle of his jawline as he licked his lips and settled into a cage around your head. The muscles of his forearms twitched with the effort of not fucking you into the mattress. The words bubbled in your throat, spilling forth before you could second guess them. “Well, if you’re my whore, then satisfy me.”

“Tell me you’re mine.” Those words shaped his tongue like summer storms. “And you will have everything you desire; always.”

You scraped hair back from his face, the beat of his heat thumping through his skin. His hips dragged against your clit, making your knees tighten around his ribs. “I’m yours,” you whispered, “Utterly.” Loki’s cock squeezed inside, and his face twisted in relief absolute. One of his hands flew to the ornate headboard; whacks of ancient wood against stone sounding with every thrust. His pubic hair dragged against your swollen clit, moans mingling with the fragrance of sweat and sex that clung to your bodies and rose like steam.

The god knew your body like you thought only you did, and every grip of his hands, shift of his hips, work of his mouth—you couldn’t catch your breath. His lust was the chop of waves, drowning you on the undertow of his strength, and scent and the hair brushing your lips as he fucked you. You never had a chance. Need scorched up your skin as climax broke. It flooded through your body, Loki’s name a rattle in your throat as his exhales of pleasure pounded in your ear. He hissed as fingernails dragged down the wide expanse of his back, the slide of his cock primal and wet, balls smacking against cum-slick skin.

The prince’s thrusts slowed, rocking you through the final threads of orgasm stringing you together. You gaped at him, heavy eyed and open mouthed as his torso rose between your legs, his palms splayed on your thighs, his abdomen flexing with every glacial, devastating thrust.

Loki’s head fell back, his black curls a sheet down the faint flush of pale skin.

The veins in his neck hardened, jaw clenched to the ceiling as deep lines settled on his brow. Your breath hitched.

Every glide of his cock was met by the gluttonous squelch of your cum. Loki rocked on his heels, guiding himself over the edge inside your perfect cunt.

“Gods,” he choked to the murals above the bed. And then, he came.

His face screwed up as the wave hit was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Loki’s groan trembled through your skin, beneath your flesh and vibrating your bones. His fingers tightened, and you knew that tomorrow your gown would hide the evidence of obsession marked in blue and purple shadows of devotion.

Devotion, you thought lazily as he gasped out the syllabled of your name and collapsed on your chest; meeting your lips with open mouthed enthusiasm.

Somewhere, a bell tolled. Loki sighed, slipping himself out of you with a mutter of irritation. He clicked his fingers, and the elaborate garb assembled on him like a blossom of ink. His lip curled. “The next time I see you, it will be in white.”

“Mmm…” “And yet they will have no clue what a fantastically depraved wretch for me that my intended is.” “I think they might know that already if the maids who caught you pleasuring me in the kitchens last week weren’t mute—and besides, perhaps they’ll just think my intended is a bad influence.”

“Gods, I hope so,” Loki murmured against your skin before biting your cheek softly, melting into a kiss. “Until tomorrow, then.” Loki drew away, his eyes serious but a small smile playing at his lips. “When you’re my wife, you shall never be rid of me.” “Gods, I hope so,” you echoed, and in the space of a heartbeat, Loki vanished.

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[kagejima]

Please, every Waka Wednesday you have me giggling, squealing, kicking my feet and like >:(

BRO I'M TRYING TO GET MY BOYFRIEND TO BELIEVE IM A DOM YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME

Okay okay but I'm currently in an apprenticeship for a body peircer and... Peircer Toshi as mentor. He wasn't really looking to mentor anyone until he saw how cute and sweet the newbie was. Everyone else at the studio wasn't interested or already had an apprentice and as soon as he saw your face fall he hopped on that real quick.

Of course you immediately were terrified of this 6' 2 mass of pure muscle but the way he stumbled through his greeting had heat pooling in your gut. You thanked him constantly for agreeing to help you out.

Another thing that some places require for a mentorship is that they to have at least a piercing or two. It doesn't matter if it's ears or anything but let's say that reader got them as a baby. Since they don't remember the pain, they want a new addition. Obviously, nipple piercings. Reader gets Toshi to do it and he can't help but feel his cock stir when he first sees you topless. Well, not topless but rather shirtless, your top was the one piercing you after all. (Hshjfjdkb why was this so funny to me)

Anyway, you finish your apprenticeship and get a job at the same place. One of the first clients wants a dick piercing and you're like "Wow, okay, sure." Since you've never done or seen it before you ask if the guy if you can have your mentor there to make sure you don't fuck up. They guy would rather you not botch it so he agrees obviously.

So Ushijima comes in and sees red when they guy bites his lip to suppress a moan when he sees your pretty little hand steadying his dick. When you're finished the guy thanks you, pays and leaves his number for you.

Ushijima is pissed. This rando thinks he has a shot with you? He must be joking. As the guy leaves you turn around and you can feel the hatred rolling off of Toshi. You ask him if he's alright and he tries his best to keep calm but he growls out "Just peachy."

A few more days go by an eventually he's like "fuck it" and asks you to dinner to congratulate working there for a week. The dinner goes great and an hour later, you find yourself fucked dumb against the wall but Toshi shows no signs of stopping even though you've already been pushed over the edge 3 times.

UGH, just possessive piercer Toshi brainrot.

(I'm gonna sign off with 🍠)

YOUR SECOND SENTENCE MADE ME CHOKE ON MY OREOS WHEN I READ IT 💀💀💀 my apologies hehehhehehe 😁

OKAY BUT LISTEN

the scene from 1:03 to 1:30 IS ALL I CAN THINK OF WHEN ANONS SHOW UP WITH SPICY THINGS LIKE THIS FJSJJFJD

i swear to god, phoebe is yall coming into my inbox and telling me the scenario thats SO FUCKING GOOD and im rachel and im just like "whO IS THIS?? 😫😫"

anyways omg i love talking about piercer!toshi, ill talk about piercer!toshi until i die, i love that everybody has been so on board with him being a piercer since i wrote that fic hehehehe

also PUHLEEEEAASE become a regular in my ask box, omg, i wanna be your friend based on this entire thing alone 🤸🏻‍♀️🤸🏻‍♀️

just a reminder for everyone, this is NOT linked to "breathe in, breathe out"! only similarity is toshi is a piercer!

more thoughts under the cut (female reader, a smidge of dacryphilia, jealous toshi, kinda rough sex?, hair pulling)

It's your job.

It's not like he caught you fucking the guy on the table.

At least that's what Wakatoshi is trying to tell himself right now while he's absolutely wrecking your shit.

He can't help it though. All he can still see is you holding some other guy's dick in your hand.

He knows he probably should feel bad right now, because you're hiccuping and sobbing and begging him to give you a minute because your legs can't stop trembling as they're locked up and near his chest because he's held you there for so long.

He knows he probably should let you down and let you rest.

You look so fucking cute though all whiney and sobby like this.

He isn't a monster though.

So he lets you down.

And you think you're in the clear - maybe you can finally rest on his bed, maybe you can ride him a little bit, let him relax--

But no, he's far from done.

You yelp when he spins you around, bending you over so fast that your hands fly out to catch yourself so you don't fall right into the wall.

Wakatoshi groans low as he pushes his thick cock back deep inside you, and he shuts his eyes as your walls clamp down around him.

You stay still like that, wondering what he's going to do next.

You shiver when his hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling on it hard to get you to lift your head to look up at him.

And he sees it in your eyes.

Sees how you like it rough like this.

He doesn't see that guy anymore.

[intheticklecloset]

Give Up, Kacchan! (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: Bakugou gets stuck under his bed and has to resort to asking Deku for help. But when he arrives, Deku can't pass up the opportunity to wreck him without retaliation for once.

A/N: Hehehehe! Finally, I get to share the latest installment in the "Give Up, Deku!" storyline! I've been trying to find a way to make this particular scenario happen for so long - stuck tickles was a perfect excuse! I hope you love it as much as I do! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,577

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It was one in the morning. There was no way anyone was coming to help Bakugou out of his predicament.

The blonde huffed out a sigh, irritated with himself, and with his phone. He gripped the device in one hand, awkwardly navigating to his contacts and typing out a message to Kirishima. He waited for five minutes, then sighed again. No luck. He’d have to try someone else. But who would be awake at this hour?

He knew. Bakugou hated to admit it – hated to have to resort to this – but he knew who else would be awake at one in the morning.

Another few minutes later, there was a soft knock on his door, and a quiet, timid voice said, “Kacchan?”

Bakugou groaned into the carpet underneath his bed. He hated this bed – hated how short it was – and he hated his phone for falling between the bed and the wall, forcing him to crawl under to retrieve it, only for him to be unable to get back out again.

“I don’t want to hear a word,” Bakugou muttered, listening to his door close again and Deku’s footsteps on his bedroom floor. “Just get me out of here.”

“What…how did you…?”

“My stupid phone fell, all right? I said I didn’t want to hear a word from you. Just help me out of here!”

There was a long pause, and for a moment, Bakugou thought Deku was about to leave. But then he felt him grab onto his ankles and tug, slowly but surely pulling him backwards, out from under his too-short bed. As he went, his t-shirt rolled up to his chest, exposing his back and stomach, but he didn’t care. He just wanted out.

Then, all of a sudden, he stopped moving. A weight settled on his ankles, a light touch brushed across his bare soles.

“Deku,” he growled, “don’t you dare.”

The only response he got was ten fingers scribbling into his arches, up to his heels, down to the balls of his feet and his toes, and he felt the laughter bubbling inside of him before it came spilling out in waves.

Bakugou was going to kill him.

“Deheheheheheku! Deku, you ihihihihihidiot, knock it ohohoff!”

More scribbling along the tops of his feet, dragging fingernails along the sides of them. He wasn’t far enough out from under his bed to be able to move yet – all he could do was lay there and laugh into the carpet, squirming his upper body and trying to scrunch up his toes as best he could.

“Nohohohohohoho! Deheheheheku, you neheheheheherd!” He laughed for several moments before it hit him that he wasn’t getting any kind of response. Not even teasing. “Why ahahahahahren’t you sahahahahaying anything?!”

“You said you didn’t want to hear a word,” Deku replied, and Bakugou could hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying this far too much. “Unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“Lehehehehehehehet me gohohohohohoho, you mohohohohohohoron!”

“Oh, Kacchan, how could I possibly let this opportunity pass me by?” Deku teased, grabbing the toes of his left foot and pinning them down, dragging his nails up and down the now immobile sole. Bakugou hated himself for how loudly he shrieked. “We have tickle fights all the time now, and you’ve tickled me without retaliation in the past. But I’ve never – not even once – gotten to tickle you without you being able to fight back at all. I want to savor this moment.”

“Stahahahahahahahap, Deku!” Bakugou fisted his hands into the carpet, his phone lying in front of him, screen-up, still with the words he’d texted to Deku facing him. If you’re awake I need you to help me. Well, this certainly wasn’t what he’d had in mind! The incessant tickling on his left foot was driving him insane. “Stop! Lehehehehehehehet me go!”

Deku giggled, and Bakugou felt the weight on his legs shift so the nerd was now sitting on his knees, grabbing and squeezing at his thighs. The blonde jerked and sputtered, laughter pouring from him in tight, jerky bursts.

“No – stop– nahahaha – not there – Deheheheku I’ll kihihihihill you—!”

“Can you guess what I want from you, Kacchan?” Deku’s voice was in his confident, teasing register that Bakugou hated so dang much. He reached even higher to pinch along the insides of the blonde’s thighs. “I want you to give up. Admit defeat. Tell me I win.”

“StahaHAHAHAP!! Deku – dohohohohon’t do that – this isn’t FAHAHAHAIR!!” Bakugou’s laughs were coming out even louder now, more desperate, as the ticklish feelings intensified. He hated his bed. He hated it with everything he had.

Deku chuckled, and it sent a shiver up Bakugou’s spine for how sinister it sounded. “All’s fair in love and tickle war.”

“I hahahahahate you!” Bakugou cried, his voice turning screechy as Deku’s fingers trailed even further up, squeezing his hips now. “You neheheheherd, y-you’ll regrehehehehet this – no, no, no! No, Deku! Don’t – no!”

“What’s the matter, Kacchan?” Deku teased, reaching under the bed to gently tap his fingers over that spot between his ribs and underarms. The spot that would make him give in one way or another. The spot that made him lose all sense of everything except how much it freaking tickled.

“Y-You know what!” Bakugou snapped, feeling himself tremble in anticipation no matter how much he tried not to. “Don’t…don’t tickle me there! This isn’t fair and you know it, you dang nerd!”

“Why, Kacchan, you sound nervous.”

Bakugou cursed. “Shut up and get me out of here already!”

“Give up, Kacchan.” Deku pressed his fingers in slightly, a warning. “Give up, or I’ll never stop tickling you.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth. Before he could even think about replying, Deku had scooted up even further to sit on his thighs, reaching under the bed to find purchase on that spot and tickle as hard as possible.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Bakugou screamed, unable to do anything more than kick his feet out behind him. He couldn’t bring his arms down, couldn’t roll over, couldn’t do anything other than lay there and feel it and take it. “DEHEHEHEHEHEHEKU I’LL MAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE YOU PAHAHAHAHY FOR THIS!!”

“Not until you give up first.” Deku giggled again. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Not so tough when you can’t get away at all, are you, Kacchan? I keep forgetting how ticklish you are~”

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEASE!!” Bakugou pounded his fists on the ground. He didn’t care if whoever was below him woke up. He couldn’t take this intense tickling without being able to move at all! “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Nope.”

That one word sent a strong wave of ticklish panic through Bakugou, making him shriek and squeal and kick and do everything in his power to get away, only to fail miserably and be reminded of how helpless he was right now, and at the mercy of his oldest rival. Still, there was some tiny, insane part of him that was proud of Deku for having the guts to do this to him at all.

The majority of him still vowed to murder the nerd when this was all over.

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T – I CAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!! DEHEHEHEHEKU!!”

“What a shame. You’d better give up, then.”

Bakugou was practically gasping for breath at this point. There was limited air supply down here as it was, and with all of his laughing and writhing, he was pretty sure he was using all of it up. He didn’t want to give in to the tickling, but with nowhere to go and no way to fight back, he really had no choice in the matter.

“PLEASE!! YOU KNOHOHOHOHOHOW I CAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! I’M DYIHIHIHIHIHING!! DEKU!!”

“Give up, Kacchan!”

“FIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHINE!!” Bakugou sucked in the biggest breath he could manage, letting it all out in a desperate, hysterical, screaming cry. “I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP!! I GIVE UP, I GIVE UHUHUHUHUHUP!!” Tears streamed down his face from how hard he was laughing now. “DEKU, HAVE MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERCY!!”

And finally – finally – the tickling stopped.

Bakugou gasped for air, almost unaware that Deku had gotten to work pulling him out the rest of the way until he was blinded by his own bedroom’s lighting. He lay limp on the carpet, chest heaving as he drank in all the oxygen he could manage, phone long forgotten. God, he was sweating. Actually sweating! Too bad he couldn’t use his quirk in the dorms. He’d blast this nerd into next year.

A pair of green eyes entered his vision, looking concerned. “Kacchan?”

“I…I told you…I was dying,” Bakugou muttered, still making no move to get up. “You nearly…killed me, you idiot…”

Deku watched him for a moment, assessing, then beamed at him and even had the nerve to ruffle his hair. “I expect you to get me back twice as bad for this, okay?”

“Are you kidding me? I’ll tickle you so bad you’ll even forget about All Might.”

With a giggle, Deku nodded and got to his feet. “I’ll be waiting. Good night, Kacchan.” And he was gone.

Bakugou lay on the floor of his room for another few minutes, just trying to muster enough strength to roll over onto his back. Dang, the nerd hadn’t held back this time! He’d be impressed if he wasn’t on the receiving end of it all.

Then he remembered what Deku had said in the beginning. All’s fair in love and tickle war.

Tickle war, eh? Bakugou thought, smirking tiredly. If war is what he wants, then war is what he’ll get!