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asliceofzosan · 4 months
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i've seen figure skater sanji and hockey player zoro before. idk if its been explored but i'd love to put it out there:
hockey player sanji (specifically goalie bc he desperately wants to avoid being checked) and then pairs skater zoro.
pairs skater zoro's long time partner has been nami. though many people ship them together a Lot, they just know each other super well. Well enough to try dating and both of them realized they don't swing that way. in fact, it makes them a really good team. they fought long and hard to claim top spots in competitions because they portray a chemistry that's separate from the rest. plus zoro can carry nami like she weighs fucking nothing. so their lifts are so much more dynamic. they even have a whole next to impossible combination that they're trying to get the ISU to name after them officially.
sanji plays for the East Blue Straw Hats in the Grand Line Hockey League – a formidable rookie group that took down lots of big names in the preseason. they want to make it all the way to the postseason playoff finals but always seem to fall short. but theyre so determined. they reignited a lot of old sparks that were no longer there for old fans and brought in new and curious fans. sanji is the starter goalie and a damn good one at that. it makes sense bc goalies are often doing splits on the ice just to make a save. he's perfected the technique that utilizes just his legs to make saves that make the crowd go fuckin insane.
we have the usual "i booked the rink to practice before you did" trope but a little more spice. in actuality, sanji loves watching pairs skating competitions. his favorite pair rn is franky and robin (mostly for robin). and he adamantly does not want to admit to anyone that he watches zoro and nami's routines much more frequently. (and if anyone asks, he always says its bc of nami. its never just bc of nami.) and zoro's besties with luffy so he always watches their matches even if he barely understands the rules. and he definitely does not stare at a certain blond starter goalie most of the match thats fucking ridiculous
one day zoro and sanji are invited to do one of those comparison videos between hockey players and figure skaters. both get to laugh at the other even Attempting to do their sport. zoro frankly looks ridiculous in all of sanji's usual goalie get-up. and sanji couldn't land an euler to save his life. the video producer suggests they try a simple pairs skating routine. sanji is like "oh i couldn't do that–hEY WHAT THE FUCK MOSSHEAD PUT ME DOWN" because zoro lifted sanji and had him sat on his shoulder like it was normal.
zoro smirks, "you might be lighter than nami, actually. wanna be my new partner?"
sanji knees him in the stomach before skating away while blushing so hard he could melt the ice beneath him.
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smokbeast · 3 months
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Spitballs another ref complete, soma!! She is the one I ship mainly with fang in Regular undertale setting and in her Canon og setting with Makoto. Shes just a lovely lil siren out to have a good time :D and she love her hubband and wife allot.
About soma below!
- she's a fire demon/siren hybrid. She's not meant to look like that for a siren. So she's considered "ugly" to siren standards and thata why her had is broken, sirens tried to bash her head when she was a baby to kill her, thinking she was a bad omen.
- she can turn ablaze like fire, and spit oil like ink that increases the intensity of it to a point that she can make fire happen underwater and it is difficult to put out. If she inks, and sets it ablaze. Consider that an explosion waiting to happen.
- Soma doesn't like using her fire powers as they hurt her allot due to her sensitive skin, her hybrid powers sadly are not stable.
- she used to have horns! But those opened cracks on her cranium are the result of them being gone :,)
- her father is the king of firedemons, and she has no idea what that even means LMAO
-Soma was raised by Orca sirens, hence her mimicing their colors. She can click and whistle like an Orca and dolphin and does this frequently to lure dolphins to kill and eat them.
- she is extremely aggressive to male sirens and prefers they stay away due to past experiences, unless they show an ounce of kindness to her. She will take that as mate worthy and try to court with them (the mistake fang did.). However she has a immense curiosity of the land beasts and humans, finding them very interesting.
-Soma is really clingy and sweet once she's out of her shell. She does like making friends and will do her best to learn their mannerisms to not make them uncomfortable! She knows her customs are different to those on land.
-her tentacles can shift to legs when she's on land, she's a little wobbly but it works PFNG
-Soma has a beak like teeth and three tongues. Her venom is similar to that of a blue ringed octopus but multiplied to her size, she can take down even the largest sirens with it and tear their throats or stomachs open with her mouth. She's genuinly horrifying and WILL make example of someone that tries to hurt her partners or babies
-Soma has two babies with makoto and fang! But in undertale au, it's only one baby with fang.
-in undertale au, soma is simply a siren monster that lives in the surface, most stories where she meets folks is because they either went to the surface or she accidentally fell to the underground through a stream that led her there.
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myymi · 1 month
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this kid needs better priorities
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13eyond13 · 2 months
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love it when a character that's hard to read intuitively for you has like a dedicated fandom interpreter who can just glance at their blank face in a panel and then give you a 3k word essay on their innermost thoughts & desires & fears and neatly tie it back into the themes & whatnot as if it's the most obvious thing in the world
#im talking about griffith btw#guts i feel i get intuitively - maybe because i have some personality traits in common with him#and we get more about his life concretely told to us in canon. so he is a bit easier to pin down as a character and feel attached to for me#but whenever i was reading the manga i just kept wanting more insight about griffith's actions and feelings#like ok yeah its fun to have mysterious antagonists and suspense /tension etc but its also fun to feel like you deeply understand them too#and i felt like that was a bit missing from him for me in canon#so reading about him in analysis and fics is the most fun for me rn#he always felt kinda half unreal to me- which maybe was the point of him - but i wanted a bit more about his childhood or something?#and wished we had more stuff explicitly from his pov in the story to read or explanation about his transformation or wtv#and now he's so much more closed off to me even than he was in the golden age. i keep waiting for him to explain stuff and he does not#ANYWAYS all this rambling to say some people out there are very good at interpreting him and making his like. insecurities#more obvious to me bc i didnt really get that side of him from canon intuitively well#also im really enjoying reading the first few berserk fics ive read#there may not be a ton of them out there but there is def writing talent in the fandom#i'll share some recs once i'm done sifting through most of what's out there to read#also (not to tie everything back to death note but it IS my home fandom after all)#i feel griffith is obvs the more light-like character here and L maybe a bit guts-like? but unlike berserk in death note#light is the one you get to know best and L is the mysterious / unreal one you don't get a lot of concrete insight into#and in the DN fandom I can read the more mysterious character intuitively but had to warm up to the less mysterious one instead#and the mystery of L makes sense to me and doesnt bug me as much due to like - he HAS to hide a lot about himself or else he will die lol#so some similarities there but also some opposite feels as well#berserk spoilers#p
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crystalpallette · 5 months
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I like to call this the "it was supposed to have been one thing and now it's something entirely different"
some ringo alts I wanted to draw at some point! I turned it into some style experiments about halfway through oops (forbidden ringo from a soul rended, a soul mended by @nenilein bc I couldn't stop thinking about her LOL)
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ringo | arle | amitie | ally | rulue | maguro | lidelle | ?
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pheonix-inside · 9 months
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I have this vague idea in my head of like. Post the end of btsv - let's say there's a happy ending and everything's fine - Miles and Gwen get together. Bc I like them and I think that's gonna happen anyway.
However, you see, I am a multishipper. And I like polyam ships. And I like Miles and Hobie as well.
So let's say Gwen and Miles are together and very much love each other, their relationship is good probably not without bumps but not strained or anything. But Miles also, unbeknownst to himself, develops a crush on Hobie. But he also doesn't even realize he likes dudes. So he's just super oblivious to it. So let's say the first person to notice his crush is actually Gwen.
Bc my brain is providing me with a vague ass fic idea of Gwen trying to gently push Miles to realize he likes Hobie, while also still y'know wanting to date him herself.
Bc how funny would it be for her to say at some point "hey if you liked someone else and wanted to be with them I'm willing to try you dating them and me bc that's a thing" and him being very confused bc "where did that come from??? like ok cool great I'll remember that but huh???"
Especially if she eventually just starts trying to get them together. I feel like the idea of a girl trying to set her boyfriend up with one of their mutual good (if not best) friends is a funny concept, and with them would be super funny.
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shitouttabuck · 7 months
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your love finds its way back sierra demulder (part i)
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aliveinacoffin · 5 months
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Orange Fanta
Life after Shouta has kidnapped you. Things don't seem so bad anymore, either he was getting better or...well, it doesn't really matter, does it?
TW: Sexual content but no smut, references to kidnapping, references to violence, references to body issues
Fem!Reader, She Her Pronouns
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Staying trapped in this wished-bone shaped house made you wonder about your old life less and less. You didn’t think about Aya as much anymore, thoughts of her went from every hour to once a week. Thoughts of your family, your old job, old students, old friends, old life grew less and less every day. Instead, you gently cleaned the house every day so the work didn’t pile up, you played video games to keep you busy while Shouta was out, you took up new hobbies, and you even started to cook again. Time was ticking by, and you honestly had no idea how much time had passed. After Shouta had locked you away in the cement room, your sense of time was fucked. You watched the days pass with little interest, merely going through the motions of life.
There were also rules for yourself so you didn’t lose your goddamn mind. Rules that made it easier when the days were hard, rules that let you dissociate and let yourself live in a fantasy world. Somedays there would be an itch under your skin, angry and irritating as the need for it to be scratched grew and grew. Some days you wanted to take a large kitchen knife and plunge it deep inside Shouta’s stomach and watch him bleed out. Other days it felt like the time he was away at work was too much, some days you wanted him to be home all hours of the day so you could breathe in his smell. It was all a confusing sense of needs and wants, ones that waned and grew depending on the day.
Looking in the mirror, you made faces while pulling on the skin of your face. You had gone pale as a result of spending so much time inside. Long press-on nails picked and pulled at the soft skin under your eyes, revealing tender pink flesh. Pinker veins filled with blood decorated the lid, wet and glistening under the white light. Your fingers released, letting both your eyelids go, only to travel to your cheeks. Pinching at the fat that had grown there, which brought you to rule one and subsequently rule two.
Never talk about your weight in front of Shouta or out loud.
Always remember you’re being watched and listened to at all times, there is no privacy.
The first time you had said something about your weight, Shouta had brushed you off, later admitting he liked his women with a little weight on him. The second time though, you had openly called yourself ugly because of your new appearance, and Shouta had not been happy at all. He stopped working and put yourself in front of a mirror while he pounded into you from below, and had made you watch yourself come undone the whole time. Anytime you had looked away, he gave your ass a hard smack. The first few were bearable, but after the sixth, your ass had hurt so much that the whole area was hot and red.
You had learned then to not say anything negative about your appearance, sitting down the next three days was absolute hell. But it didn’t seem like you learned your lesson when a week later you had done the same thing, the difference was that Shouta was not home. He had been away at work when you called yourself ugly again, and he came home a few hours later angrily showing you the video of yourself in the room. He did the same thing again, but he used a small paddle to whap your ass. 
You learned that time.
So you let go of the harsh grip you had on your cheeks and moved down your body. Touching the soft skin of your before stopping and squeezing your boobs.
Never deny Shouta your body.
You learned that when you first got here. Those few weeks where Shouta had not touched you a feat you were not aware of. Ever since he got a taste of you, he hadn’t stopped. Every day he craved sex, needing it like he needed you. When he had spanked your ass for the first time you had denied his advances, angrily telling him it hurt to do anything. Shouta had stared at you, jaw ticking while he lay in silence. He shrugged, turning off the lights while he went to bed. You couldn’t sleep, lying on your side terrified of what he might do. You didn’t have to wonder for long.
You had woken up to a mix of emotions, stirring uncomfortably while you tried to get the pressure off your sore ass. You were met with resistance and something over and inside you. It had been the middle of the night, so you couldn’t see anything, but you could hear and feel. You gasped, arching as Shouta pistoned in and out of you, his grip on you tight. His heavy whines and pants were hot in your ear. Against your wishes, you had come surprisingly fast, already on the edge when you had awoken. Shouta finished inside you, as usual, and rolled off of you, leaving you gasping and shaking. He turned back to you, grabbing your jaw with a harsh grip as he brushed his lips against yours.
“I just love you so much, I couldn’t help myself.” He whispered before he wrapped you up in his arms and finally went to sleep. You laid and breathed in his words, realizing that was not the first time he had used your body while you were asleep.
Your hands left your boobs to grip the fat of your stomach, rubbing the skin that bulged out from between your fingers.
Never skip a meal.
Shouta made sure you ate every single meal, and when you had tried to refuse, he had force fed you, angrily telling you if you continued to refuse, this would continue.
“You may not realize it now.” He growled, shoving the spoonful of rice down your throat while he held your nose closed. “But I am nicer than most others.” 
You didn’t know what he meant by that, and to be honest, you still don’t, because if he was talking about other people, he was a fucking monster. He was your savior and capture, taking care of you while holding you close to him. Still, you knew he was doing it because you cared, your hands stopped their ministration, going back to the task you were originally doing.
Washing your face.
You got distracted like that on harder days, but on good days, it was easy to forget. It was always easier to forget. Which is why you went by the rules you had, not the reasons they were made. You gently applied the expensive moisturizer, rubbing little circles on your face while you repeated the rules in your head, remembering the ones you had forgotten or gone over.
Never talk about your weight in front of Shouta or out loud.
Always remember you’re being watched and listened to at all times, there is no privacy.
Never deny Shouta your body.
Never skip a meal.
Don’t spend too much time out back.
Don’t ask about going out.
Don’t give him any pleasure in bed.
Don’t make Shouta upset.
Don’t think about outside people.
Don't think about Before.
If it’s a good day, forget all the rules and just think about Shouta.
If it’s a bad day, remember each rule.
Remember, there's no escape without you dying.
These rules kept you alive, kept you sane while you lost control over yourself and your mind. Still, you went on. Putting away your morning routine, you stepped out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. Looking around, it looked more like a normal room than ever before. The shelves you had ordered came in some time ago, and it was decorated with selfies of you and Shouta or books. String lights were hung up, as well as posters or paintings that you had ordered. Hooks that held up purses and bags, all unused. A heavy closet sat in the corner, one with mirrors on the inside of the doors and clothes you’d never get to wear. Beautiful dresses and fancy shirts paired with pants that would never see the light of day. On the old black wardrobe held lovely perfume bottles and make-up that cost more than you’d ever spent for yourself sat unused.
You wanted to wear it all, you really did. It just…
It made you too sad.
So instead you shuffled out of the room wearing one of Shouta’s shirts, boxers, and socks into the kitchen. When you emerged from the hallway, you were greeted with the sight of him playing video games on the couch. He liked to on the weekends because the couch was more comfortable, and so he could just easily switch his games off and watch something with you. 
Shouta Aizawa. Male, thirty-one, black hair, six foot one hundred and sixty pounds, blood type is B- negative.
Your kidnapper, a man who had been stalking you for an unidentified amount of time and kidnapped you mid/late spring. Who has taken control of your body and of you.
Your lover, the same man who spoiled you rotten every day, who made sure you were taken care of completely before you went to bed. Who loved you, and only you. Forever.
You turned to the kitchen, humming while you flicked on the stove, turning to the fridge. You opened it, preparing to make two omelets, grabbing the eggs, bacon, cilantro, and anything else you might need. Your head went fuzzy when you cracked an egg, remembering something that you had long forgotten.
“Aya!” You laughed, watching in amused horror as she stuffed her face.
“What?!” Her voice was muffled, food bulging out of her cheeks as she ate with a vigor you’d never seen from the girl.
“Be normal!” You were howling with laughter now, stomach hurting with joy.
“How can I when this is the best omelet I’ve ever had?!” She cried, taking a big swallow before she went for another bite.
Rule nine and ten flashed before your mind. You shook your head, chastizing yourself as you continued to make the meal.
9. Don’t think about outside people.
10. Don’t think about Before.
It was an uphill battle, but all you had to remember, all you had to keep yourself sane and safe was the fact that Shouta loved you. You looked up through the little opening over the stove, watching Shouta with interest as you poked and prodded at the early stages of the omelet. He wasn’t talking, just hyper-focused as he replayed a game you had seen him finish before. He was doing a no-death run on the hardest difficulty. His dark eyes flashed over to you, and you smiled softly, and his usual soft grin turned sharp, lust filling his eyes. You sighed, looking back down feeling nothing.
Today was a bad day.
12. Remember each rule
You focused on your task, trying to ignore his sharp gaze. Even while plating and decorating Shouta’s food, you could still feel his eyes on you. Walking over, you silently placed the omelet in front of him, wanting to just go back to bed and pretend you were in your room. When you stood up to leave, Shouta’s strong hand shot out and grabbed onto yours. Looking over in surprise, he was smiling softly at you.
“Good morning.” Shouta’s deep voice rumbled, it was obvious it was the first time he had spoken all morning.
“Good morning.” You leaned over, giving him a chaste kiss. You tried to walk away, but his grip never faltered. “A-are you mad?” You asked, afraid he had watched you judging yourself in the mirror. You hadn’t forgotten rule two, but you hadn't even said anything.
“Of course not, I just love you.” He grabbed your face, pulling you into a deep kiss. You reciprocated, albeit extremely confused. When he pulled away, you fluttered your eyes back open, watching him watch you.
“C’mon, sit.” Shouta leaned back, messy bun pressing into the back of the couch, usually tired eyes filled with life and lust. You shrugged, but when you turned to sit next to the man, he put a hand flat on your ass. He gave you a squeeze before he pushed you back up. You looked at him, confusion filling you again.
He spread his legs wider, smile growing a million miles wider. “No, sit right here.”
Your shoulders slumped, sighing softly as you complied. Outside, you seemed tired and slightly annoyed. Inside, you were at a mental war with yourself. Sex with Shouta had just started to become okay, you had only recently allowed yourself to enjoy it fully. But you had never been on the giving end, rule number seven rang in your head. 
So, knowing his full intentions, you leaned back onto one of his thighs and watched him play his games. You could feel his thigh tense, obviously not wanting you to do that, but you couldn't care less.
This game of chicken continued for longer than it should’ve, the tension growing between you two more and more. Would he break first and just use you how you wanted, or would he let you go without anything? 
You were broken from your thoughts when Shouta paused the game. Fear immediately flooded your body, heart picking up a million miles per second. A large hand encompasses your head, and you took your time to turn around to look at Shouta. Instead of anger, you were met with…sadness?
“Am I that ugly?” He asked, a look of worried contemplation etched into his face.
“What?” You asked, shocked. Shouta had never acted this way before, never acted insecure or showed any signs that he was.
“Am I ugly? Do you not find me desirable? Am I too skinny, or not big enough?” He asked again, biting his bottom lip.
You were at a loss for words, sitting there in muted shock because Shouta Aizawa has just asked you if he was ugly.
Because of course, the answer was no. A hard no. Of course he wasn’t ugly, and that was the problem. Shouta was disgustingly handsome, with stubble that felt wonderful when he ate you out like he was starving, that tickled when he kissed you. Tired eyes that were so consuming, black, and beautiful despite the eyebags under his eyes. But that only added to his appearance, along with wavy hair that was soft under your guidance. His body was beautiful too, strong and lean with just enough muscle to be hot, but not too much to gross you out. And his dick was nothing to be laughed at. 
So you sat between his delicious thunder thighs in shock. Because how could Shouta ever think he was ugly?
“N-no.” you shrugged, heat filling your whole face while you diverted your attention.
“So then why do you hate having sex with me?” He asked again, putting his controller off to the side. Shouta’s attention now wholly and regrettably on you. And you hated this, hated these questions. Because you didn’t hate having sex with him, sometimes you just hated him. But it was just sometimes, you didn’t always hate him. It was just these bad days when you wanted to go out and be free, when you looked in the mirror and saw how much you changed. Outside and in.
“I don’t.” You shrugged, still looking down. He lifted your head up with four fingers, Shouta’s stormy eyes meeting yours.
“Then why do you never initiate anything? I thought you loved me?” He frowned, eyebrows pinched together. You didn’t love him, at least, not today. Some days, you did, truly love him. You loved how he would try to make you breakfast before you woke up, loved how he got you anything and everything you wanted, loved how he did nearly anything you asked, loved those early mornings where you would wake up in his warm embrace knowing you would never need anyone ever again, loved how he was devoted to you. 
“I…do.” You though about your words carefully. Thinking over every syllable. “Sometimes are just hard for me.” You shrugged, gaze drifting off to the wide window.
“But nothing’s even happened yet, I thought we were having a good day.” He rubbed your cheek, voice full of sincerity. 
“We-I am, I am. I just…miss seeing other people.” You mumbled, knowing full well how upset Shouta got when you brought up other people or even your old life. Rule eight and nine.
“Well, there is a party for people like us tomorrow. I was invited but..” He shrugged, looking slightly guilty. “I wanted to spend my day off with you.” 
But that made you brighten a little, the idea of seeing other people. Outside. At a party.
“Could we go?” You asked, voice filled with hope as you fully turned to him, hands on his thighs. 
Shouta softened, any insecurity he had melted away. “Yeah, you could wear one of those pretty dresses you bought.” That made you lighten up more. You leaned on his thigh, inching closer to him. “I love you so much.” He gushed, petting you softly.
This was okay, you suppose. You could love Shouta, you could have good days, be happy no matter what you looked or felt like. Tomorrow would be a good day, you were sure of it, and today, you guessed, would be a good day as well. Rules be damned.
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sentientsky · 6 months
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“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Nina asked. “The poor guy probably just wants his space.” 
The other woman turned to look at her from up on the staircase. Maggie pushed a lock of blonde hair back behind her ear. “I mean,” she began, one foot positioned on the next step up. “We already have this.” She raised a travel cup of espresso in the air. “And after all, I think he could use some cheering up. It’s been like two months, right?” 
Maggie sighed resignedly and followed her up the stairs. “Okay, if you say so…”
They walked for a couple moments before coming to a stop in front of an apartment. All the other doors on the floor were painted a pleasant blue, she noted. This one, however, was a deep, rich black. Of course. 
From underneath the door, the women could hear music, something familiar and with a steady beat. Maggie raised her hand and knocked. 
Still, the music played on. And still no one answered the door. 
“He’s obviously busy, Mags,” Nina muttered. It didn’t escape her notice that the other woman flushed pale pink at the sound of the nickname. Nina’s heart spasmed a bit in response, and she had to force herself to focus. 
“I just—let me try once more, and then—” Maggie knocked again. 
A beat. 
Nina was ready to ask if they could leave when the lock on the door clicked open of its own accord. Well, alrighty then. They exchanged a look, and then Nina pushed open the door. 
Immediately, the onslaught of angsty pop music poured through the threshold. Kelly Clarkson’s “Since U Been Gone,” Nina noted. She herself had played the same song more than once as a young adult, often in the throes of a breakup. 
The apartment itself was in complete disarray; papers and knickknacks strewn everywhere. Plants drooped sadly on the edges of the room. In the corner, a pile of CDs had been toppled over. Eccles cakes and half-chewed scones littered the floor. 
There, in the middle of the living room (which certainly looked lived in, Nina noted), Crowley was sat on the floor, legs all akimbo and arms thrown across the seat of a rather uncomfortable looking sofa. 
Maggie stiffened at the sight of him, holding the coffee cup between both hands now. The poor demon was dressed in boxer shorts and an ancient Queen t-shirt. His hair was bedraggled, brushing against his shoulders in loose scarlet waves. Juxtaposed to the devilishly cool “burnt out middle-aged rockstar” persona he embodied most  of the time, this new appearance came across as particularly disheveled. 
Nina hesitated, then took a step forward. The music still thrummed in her ears. “Crowley?” she asked, injecting as much kindness as she could into one little word. 
Head lolling, the demon looked up at the two women before him. For once, he wasn’t wearing his characteristic glasses. Maggie made a little sound of surprise at the sight of the demon’s golden snake eyes. They were a rich yellow—the same colour as Mr. Fell’s walls, Nina silently noted. It seemed Crowley hadn’t slept in a century, (did demons even need to sleep?) his undereyes tinged a pale purple. 
“Crowley?” Nina called out again. Maggie moved to stand beside her, leaning down closer to the demon’s level. 
Without warning, Crowley’s eyes began to flood with tears and he crumpled into himself. Oh. Oh no. They’d made it worse, they’d certainly made it worse. Nina had said that coming here was a bad idea. 
“That’s what Aziraphale used to call me!” he keened. His boxer shorts had ‘XO Gossip Girl’ emblazoned down the side. 
“I mean, that’s your na—” Nina began, but then reconsidered and dropped into a crouch to pat the demon’s shoulder, voice hushed and soothing. “There, there. I know. It’s going to be alright.” 
Maggie crouched beside her, and tried to offer Crowley the drink in her hand. He looked up for a moment, and there was a moment of recognition, his eyes scanning the takeaway cup. And then he burst into fresh tears once again. 
“That’s what I ordered the last—” he made a little hiccuping sound. “Ordered the last time he and I went to your café,” he wailed. The poor thing was inconsolable; Nina’s heart ached for him. In between ragged sobs, Crowley  extended his arm under the couch. There, it seemed, he had found a slightly droopy crepe that was…just shoved under the sofa. No plate, no nothing. Just crepe to floor. What the fuck. Don’t eat it, please don’t eat it, Nina chanted in her head. 
He ate it, of course, still crying. 
Kelly Clarkson finished singing, and the track switched. Now, a more upbeat tune rose through the apartment. 
It’s Britney, bitch. 
“I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen you eat anything—” Maggie began, reaching down to pick up a crumpled twinkie wrapper from the floor. And then, without warning, Crowley brought a napkin to his mouth and spat out a congealed mass of saliva and half-chewed dough. He sniffed pathetically and bundled it into a tight ball in his hand before tossing it somewhere across the room.
“Oh…” Maggie murmured, placing the wrapper back where she had found it. “Oh no.” 
Crowley looked up at the two of them with ragged eyes, glinting pale gold in the dim light of his flat. “Don’t even like the taste. But he likes ‘em, so…Who else is gonna eat’em, anyway? While he’s gone, you know? ‘S up to me” He sniffed again, wiping his nose with his sleeve. 
“Are you—” Maggie began, and her worried eyes flickered to Nina. “Are you drunk, Crow—Anthony? Have you been drinking?”
“And wha makes you think that?” he muttered. Nina cast her eyes around the room. Wine bottles littered the floor. The counters. One sat on the pedestal of a statue of an angel and a demon…were they supposed to be fighting, or…?? 
When she turned back to face him, he was drinking out of a curly straw. His cup read ‘MAMA NEEDS SOME WINE’. She sighed, and reached to ease it out of his hand. He pulled it out of her reach immediately, a disgruntled look clear across his face.
“Nooo, Az—Azira—a stupid angel gave this to me,” he all but hissed. “‘S vintage. 2004.”
The track changed again. Something slower, with a steady piano backing. 
My lover’s got humour.
She’s the giggle at a funeral…
At this, tears began to form afresh in the corners of the demon’s eyes. Nina stood up, looking for the source of the music. She’d had her fair share of sad music wallowing, but this was becoming unhealthy, surely. Over in the corner, a fairly recent sound system stood sentinel. She pressed ‘pause’ and ejected the disk. “What’s with this music?” she called across the room. 
In sloping handwriting, the CD read ‘bad bitches cry perpendicular to the floor’. Oookay then. 
“‘S a playlist I made. But everything I play in that godforsaken thing,” he motioned to the stereo system, “eventually turns into music by this one Irish fellow.” 
Nina wrinkled her brow in confusion. 
“Jus’ like the Bentley. But more straightforward, I suppose.” He took another sip from his drink, and the two women watched on as dark red liquid carried up through the loops of the straw.
“This isn’t healthy,” Maggie began. “I know it’s hard, and it’s okay to be sad. But we can try baby steps, right? D’you fancy coming down to the café with us? Maybe sit and talk for a bit? Get some natural light?” 
Crowley scrunched his nose and spat a piece of red hair out of his mouth. “M’ fine, really. Never been better. More independent, less—” he waved his free hand around vaguely, “mmgh…yeah, I got nothin’” He toasted them with his ridiculous white suburban mom cup. 
“You’re crying right now. And how long have you been wearing that shirt?” Nina asked. The thing looked lived in. By a family of possums. 
He looked down, squinting at wine stains that speckled the collar. “This is my best shirt.” He looked back up at them. “And ‘m fiiiine.” He reached one gangly arm across the length of the sofa and pulled out a pair of circular sunglasses. Putting them on, he peered up at Nina and Maggie. “See? Can’t even see the tears.” He smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. 
“Oh, hon. That’s not…” Maggie began.
“I don’t think that’s how that works,” Nina murmured. “Do you…” she looked around the room. Was that one of Mr. Fell’s sweaters hung over a chair? What had happened in that fucking bookshop? “Do you want to talk about it?” she finished. 
Three hours later, Nina realized her assistant’s shift was nearly finished. From what she understood, Mr. Fell had left (his husband? Boyfriend? Wife? Immortal life partner?) Crowley for a business promotion somewhere far away. Crowley, for his part, was perched on the edge of the couch, wrapped up in the angel’s sweater. He sniffled, and pressed on: 
“...And then it was 1967 and I was in my Beatles phase of course, because who wasn’t, honestly. And the bastard shows up in my car out of nowhere with a thermos. So I’m freaking out a little bit—in a very cool, suave kind of way, of course—cause this is one of the first times we’ve seen each other since the magic show,” he turned, looking between Maggie and Nina. “I told you about the magic show, yes?”
“Yes, you did,” Maggie muttered. 
“Several times. The one where he told you to shoot him in the face,” Nina interjected.
“Well,” he waved his hand around. “I didn’t actually shoot him. Scared the fuck outta me, but—oh, I still have the photograph, you wanna see?” He moved to stand up then. 
Maggie motioned for him to sit back down. “That’s alright. We’ll see it later—”
And he was off again, “So anyway it was 1967 and he’s in my car and he’s got a thermos and I’m all like ‘Are we gonna drink soup together? Is that tea? Cocoa?’ but noooo, he gives it to me and it’s fucking holy water. And he tells me he doesn’t want me risking myself. And—” his voice grew louder, more emphatic, “And he says ‘don’t go unscrewing the cap’. And by this point my stomach’s all in wobbly-wibbly fluttery knots and ‘m asking myself ‘what the bloody hell are we’ and I hate it ‘cause I’m a demon, right? And angels aren’t supposed to make you feel all—” he made a ‘pbttt’ sound and mimed a butterfly with his hands. Nina and Maggie exchanged a look. “Yeah. And then he says we should go on a picnic someday. Or to the Ritz or something. I’m losing my mind at this point, because is he asking me on a date? ‘M I out of my gourd? So, like any normal, reasonable person, I say I’ll drive him wherever he wants because then that means more time together which means more time to figure out this fluttery feeling or whatever. And guess what he says.” He looked at the two women seated on chairs in front of him.  “Go on, guess.” 
Maggie shrugged. “Sorry, no idea.” Nina shook her head.
“He says,” he leant forward on the couch. “He says ‘You go too fast for me, Crowley.” The poor demon let out an anguished groan and his head fell into his hands. Maggie reached forward to pat him on the shoulder. 
[It went on like this for some time. They eventually got him to go to the park where he inadvertently began a duck cult; that is, a cult whose members consisted solely of ducks. Not a cult of humans dedicated to worshipping ducks. That would be stupid.]
this silly little crack fic is brought to you by me and my good omens brainrot (neil im in your walls). if u want to read my more serious stuff, you can find me furiously scribbling away in this corner of the internet: x
(side note: this particular story was inspired by a hilarious post from @miss-americanbi)
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ribbononline · 7 months
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Quick dooble as celebration of catching back up with Pyroclasm by @aceofintuition go read etc etc!!!
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completemessash · 1 year
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Make you feel better (a.i.)
notes: this is my first post, yayyyy. feedback, reblogs and comment are greatly appreciated! also follow me for more and requests are open! ❤️
Warnings: boyfriend Ashton, established relationship, blowjob, swallowing, hair pulling, dirty talk, Ashton x reader
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Ashton's eyes were half closed as he stared at the ceiling. He had been working on new songs the past days, almost non stop and he was visibly exhausted.
You had offered him his favourite drink, to watch his favourite show with him and asked what he wanted to eat.
He had only replied with a shake of his head or a grunting sound that said no.
But you wanted to make him feel good, he deserved to feel better, he deserved everything.
"Ash?", you tried again, reaching out to brush your knuckles over his thigh.
His eyes slipped closed but he once again didn't say anything.
"Let me make you feel better", you whispered and leaned in to kiss his cheek.
Finally, his tired eyes met yours. "You don't have to do anything, baby. I'm just being a little dramatic."
You shook your head no immediately.
"You worked all week, babe"
"S just music"
"Which doesn't mean it can't be exhausting"
He bit his lip at that. He knew you were right but often he felt like he shouldn't complain about hos job when you worked a hard 9 to 5 job and he got to tour the world and write music.
"Okay?", you asked for reassurance and he smiled. He tried to hold it back by biting his lip once more but he couldn't hide his excitement from you.
"A little something would be nice, I can't deny that", he said coyly.
That was all you needed to slip off the couch and between his already willingly spread thighs.
Your nimble fingers opened his fly, tugging of his pants with your help and letting his underwear follow. He was only half hard but that would be changed soon.
"Babe", he murmured when you didn't start with what you both knew he wanted and instead kissed his hips, slightly biting the soft skin and occasionally 'accidentally' letting his cock brush your jaw or cheek.
His soft curved lips escaped a small gasp when you finally took his tip into your mouth. You made sure to keep your teeth hidden and your tongue dipping into his slit, while your left hand stroked his cock to full hardness.
"Y/N", he moaned your name when you leaned down further and took him into your mouth as far as you could. A pinch to his thigh indicated what you wanted him to do: use you.
"Fuck, fuck", he groaned when his hands grabbed onto your hair and pushed you down until your nose was just barely touching his pelvis. You were choking and struggling to keep breathing but it was okay. He needed this and you wanted to give him everything he wanted even if it meant you were going to die from it. Of course you weren't gonna die and he wouldn't let that happen but you knew that you would do it for him. And he would do the same for you.
An almost high pitched moan pulled you from your thoughts and brought you back to reality. Ashton was thrusting his hips up from the couch, fucking your mouth slowly with his hands still gripping your hair. But you wanted him to moan louder than those small sounds and his hands to be restlessly pulling while his hips stuttered.
So you increased your pace and soon he was following your wish.
"Y/N, fuck", he groaned as his hips gained speed and you felt tears brim your eyes, "You suck my dick so fucking good - love - love when you're such a g - good girl for me"
You let out an appreciative moan that made Ashton throw his head back on the couch, hips thrusting up even more and you had to sig your nails into his thighs to stop the urge to pull off. He was so far down your throat, you couldn't even imagine how sinful the outline of his big hard cock in your cheeks must have looked.
"I'm about to-", he warned you in case you wanted to pull of but you just moaned again and bobbed your head against his thrusts. He noticed the way you couldn't help but spread your own thighs, rolling your hips towards the floor to have it rub over your center but he didn't comment on it. You both knew he was going to do that later and you were already excited for the taunting way he would speak about you having to get yourself off because sucking him off made you so wet.
For now, you were both concentrated on Ashton's hard cock that was starting to twitch lightly in your mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, ah", he moaned louder than before and the same moment he pulled your hair so hard it stung just a little more than you were comfortable with, he cock was spurting into your mouth.
Hot cum was hitting the back of your throat and through watery eyes you watched his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth hang wide open. He was so hot when he was like this and even though you were well aware that you weren't the first one to see him like this, he had promised you often enough that he wanted you to be the last. He was made for you and he wanted you to keep him.
"Show me", his voice was raspy when he asked you, his softening dick resting on his hip.
You obeyed him, all to eager to be that good girl he had called you, and opened your mouth for him.
His fingers danced over your jaw as he hummed like he was considering whether he liked you showing him his cum that was slowly starting tö drip out one of the corners of your mouth so he had to push it back in with his fingers.
He loved it, you both knew that, it made him feel like you belonged to him.
"Good girl, baby", he finally approved and you smiled, then swallowed the sticky mess. For some reason you always loved the taste of it even though to most people cum was disgusting. Maybe it was just him and his tasted good. Too bad that no one else would ever taste it, you thought cockily.
"How do you feel?", you asked when you got off your knees, helping him back into his pants and cuddling into his side. Partly to make sure he wasn't going to get up and go right back to recording music.
"Good", he smiled and pressed a kiss to your swollen lips, "but shouldn't I be asking you that?"
You shrugged. "This was about you, Ash, just for you. Just wanted to make you feel better"
"I'm always better when you're with me"
He laughed when you called him a sap and hit his chest.
Later on, when he asked to repay the favor and you said he didn't have to but he was insisting because getting you off gave him just as much pleasure as you getting him off, you weren't calling him that anymore.
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cyberp-1-nk · 3 months
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I thought you were just joking when you said you were obsessed with Homelander. You weren't.
WHY IS IT ALL OVER YOUR REBLOG PAGE? IT'S ALL JUST HOMELANDER. I WAS SCROLLING FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES.
DUDE I'M SORRY - BUT HE'S SO FINE. I'm sick and tired of pretending that I don't wanna squish his man tits, and call him my babygirl. I have to live in a society where I have to pretend like I WOULDN'T allow and tolerate his possessive behavior. I'm tired of pretending that I wanna fix him. I don't. I wanna make him WORSE. I would 100% be his enabler.
"It's us against the world babyboy😫💔🥀🖤⛓️"
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oceanwithouthermoon · 4 months
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been thinking about kubosai with saiki meeting kuboyasus dogs again...
the dogs TEASING KUSUO for having an obvious crush on aren and they all think the two of them are either in a situationship, since theyre CLEARLY in love but dont really look like theyre dating, OR that theyre straight up dating but are hiding it cuz they havent told arens mom yet
"does he know you love him? have you told him?"
"i dont love him..."
"ಠ_ಠ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"
"i regret showing you that i can talk to you."
this from aren and his mom's perspectives is just kusuo having a staring contest with a dog and looking very annoyed for some reason lmao
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mothlau · 7 months
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modern wolfstar but sirius is a scam tarot reader at small town fairs (he got the cards from a thrift store for a few pounds, watched one video on how to read them and he decided it's his best shot at making some money to survive). cue the fair where he's working ends up in a small town from wales where, lo and behold, he keeps pulling the moon and the death card for everyone. a small child that can't be older than 5? they get the death card. an old lady who wanted to know how her tomatoes will do this summer? death.
now, sirius does know that the death card means new beginnings and it's not as bad as it seems but everyone just starts calling him names and his clientele lessens by the day because everyone finds out about his cards and how he's the bringer of death (literally no one died since he got there so he finds the new nickname a bit overkill).
he's too worried about his scamming abilities though. he just can't shake the weird feeling he gets when he pulls moon out again, even after he takes the damn card out of his pack because he's sick of seeing it (he leaves the death card in because he does find it funny)
but then, on the night before the full moon, when he's just getting ready to pack his cards and cheap props and call it a day, a farmer comes to get a reading. he's still in his overalls because he came straight from the farm here to check out the card reader who the villagers keep saying is predicting deaths on the full moon to see what the fuss is about.
sirius is smitten as soon as the farmer opens his mouth, but imagine his surprise when he hears that he's been slowly making people fear him again, after he just convinced them that he's a kind guy. and imagine his bigger surprise when the cute farmer with hay stuck in his hair and mud on his overalls tells him he's a werewolf.
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sad-leon · 1 month
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I know one of my AUs is in two seperate competitions but wouldnt it be so silly if I started focusing on an entirely different one
haha... jk.........
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I was thinking about how the run away with me au Robin and Steve "should we get divorced?" conversation comes about:
Theyre about 23 and Robin comes home in tears after another break up. The reason: Robin had asked her girlfriend of 8 months, Lorraine to move in with her and steve. Lorraine assumes this means steve is moving out and when Robin clarifys that no Steve is staying, he's an important part of her life theyre married for chists sake. Well Lorraine doesnt take that well, says she isnt going to spend her life playing second fiddle to Steve.
This isnt the first time a relationship had ended for either of them because a partner hadnt been able to accept that Steve and Robin were a package deal. Things had been especially rough for them romantically in the first couple years of their marriage. It wasnt until a particularly awful screaming match between Robin, Steve and Steves first real boyfriend, that they were able to admit their relationship was incredibly codependent and unhealthy. Steves boyfriend had been upset when Steve had cancelled on him for the 3rd time in a row because of a Robin Emergency™️ and decided to confront Robin about it while Steve was in class. Things escalated quickly when Steve came home early from class to find them arguing and immediately took Robins side. The argument and Steves relationship ended with a slammed door, a lot of tears and a new rift in Robin and Steves relationship.
It took a lot of long conversations with Carina and Marjorie, Steve working through his toxic masculinity enough to go see a therapist - He and Robin made a deal that theyd both go talk to someone about, you know almost dieing "do you think me being fucked up by what happened at starcourt makes me weak steve?" "No of course not!" "Well then why would it make you weak?" - and a summer spent apart (Robin taking an internship in rome to study latin) for them to sit down and have a long conversation about boundaries and ground rules for how they would navigate their relationship as well as dating in the future.
Steve and Robin agreed to both take a break from dating while they worked through their respective traumas, and figured out how to navigate their relationship in a healthy way. Things werent easy, the both of them occasionally backsliding into unhealthy behaviors, more than a few nights where one of them spent the night with Carina and Marjorie in order to have space from eachother. But eventually they get their shit figured out and decide to brave the world of dating again. Steve and Robin both have their share of flings and short lived relationships but nothing so far seemed to stick. That is until Robin met Lorraine.
Lorraine was funny, sweet and a little bitchy. They had immediately clicked after being introduced by some mutual friends from school. Robin really thought things with Lorraine were going to work out. Steve and Lorraine had gotten on like a house on fire, she had slipped into Robin and Steves dynamic easily, trading jokes and light hearted jabs, cooking breakfast together on days Lorraine would stay at their apartment. Robin had fallen hard and fast, she thought she had finally found someone who accepted that her and Steve were a package deal. So 8 months in when Lorraines lease was ending Robin (with agreement from steve) asked Lorraine to move in. Things don't go to plan. Robins dreams of a future with lorraine are shattered. She goes home broken hearted.
After Robin has cried herself out, her and steve cuddled together on the couch Steve is the one to broach the topic. Robin immediately bursts back into tears before he calms her back down again saying he doesnt want a divorce but he also doesnt want to hold Robin back, doesnt want to be the reason she cant find happiness. Robin replys by saying if anyone is holding the other back its obviously her, steve gave up everything to protect her afterall. Steve calls bullshit -years of therapy and he can finally say that word without cringing- says he would do it all again in a heartbeat, that she doesn't owe him anything. They stay up all night talking about it, about what the both of them want from their futures. Neither can see a future without the other. they're platonic life partners, one day they'll find their someones who can accept that and if not well, they'll always have eachother.
Of course they do find their someones in the form of a charming if infuriating metal head and a brilliant, sweet, and badass reporter. Through trial and error the four of them figure out how to navigate life together. They all live happy ever after.
Robin and Steve celebrate 30 years of marriage with divorce papers. They'll always love eachother but now they dont need a marriage to keep eachother safe. They dont need a marriage to stay as platonic life partners. They have eachother and they have Eddie and Nancy. They have everything they need.
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Lmk what you think! I'd love to have someone to scream with about this AU and bounce ideas off of :D
Tagging by request <3 @ramyayaya
#i think steve and eddie find eachother infuriating in a good way and also a sexy way and i love that for them#i wrote this instead of sleeping#i'll actually turn this into a fleshed out fic i swear. i just happened to see a post talking about how a lot of fics make steve and robin#imcredibly codependent and started thinking about how i would handle that in my fic and decided to write out my ideas#i dont want it to come off as magically theyre perfect and okay. i think things would be messy in the beginning. and still a bit messy#even after bc theyre only human you know. i think having elder queers to talk to would be so important to them for helping them figure#things out you know#i think eddie and nancy wouldnt enter the picture until Steve and robin are 27/28#im also still trying to figure out relationship dynamics bc the fruity 4 are in a polycule and how i think that would be for them#no matter which way you look at it the relationship between the 4 of them is inherently queer and thats beautiful#i hesitate to have eddie and nancy marry eachother in turn bc yknow heteronormativity#i think people assume theyre together and that eddie and nancy never confirm or deny why people make that assumption#but idk if they ever get married idk ill have to think about it#if you read this far in my tags feel free to hop in my dms and scream with me about this au#id love to have someone to bounce ideas off of#run away with me au#platonic stobbin#robin buckley#steve harrington#steddie#ronance#long post
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