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How I feel when I accidentally write something clever

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WIP of a Modern AU Hantengu x reader one shot

This one shot might take a minute to complete. But ong we're cracking the old ones too 🫡

During the day, you were left alone with Hantengu, who had retired. The rest of the household would be either at work, or in Zohakuten's case, school. At first, the old man was frightened of your existence. He begged for the collective to agree on killing you, terrified of being caught and brought to justice.

A corpse can not breathe lies.

Now you were brewing him his morning ginseng tea, humming softly to yourself, suppressing the urge to giggle at your own self indulgent manipulations. Older men deserve love too, even if they need a little assistance. 

You weren't entirely sure if he knew you had ulterior motives behind your almost wifely gesture. But quite frankly, you didn't care.

“Make sure to drink every last drop,” you gently adjure, blessing him with a honeyed smirk on your face. As you blissfully pour him his tea, improperly brushing against his shoulder, you lean in to whisper in his ear, “I promise to make it worthwhile.”

While Hantengu wasn't usually the one behind physical reprimandations, if you were lucky, he would spank you. 

To your surprise, Hantengu responded to your concession with a strong squeeze at your ass, warning you to behave, to know your place. After his brief moment of valor, his body cowered. You almost cooed at the sight, catching it in your throat with a shallow swallow. 

He was the perfect blend of pathetic and malevolent.

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Watching KNY with someone just as unhinged as you is great. You can just turn to them and say "Aizetsu and Karaku...Eiffel tower position" and they get it.

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Born to write about pegging Douma

Forced to write Muzan smut

😔

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65954572/chapters/170015386#workskin

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“Who do you ship this character with” me and no one else bro. It’s me and them against the world

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WIP of a Douma x reader I'm working on

Context for scene: It's a modern AU where he's buying the girlfriend experience. And, I headcanon that as a human, he would have anemia for multiple reasons; all reasons steming from his mental disorder.

“I'll walk you home,” He snatched your hand, interlacing his icy fingers in yours.

“That really won't be necessary,” Your struggle for your hand only made him smile,”Also why are your hands so cold? Are you a freaking vampire or something?”

“Or something,” His face twitched, prepping a fabricated lie. But a manipulative half truth soaked in honey comes out in its place,”My dove, I have anemia. It sincerely warms my heart that you're so concerned about my well-being. And since that is the case, I'd like for you to hold my hand to keep me warm.”

“What kind?” Curiosity getting the better of you.

Douma places the index finger of his free hand along his sharp jawline, his other fingers resting on his chin,”Iron deficiency, isn't that just so dreary?”

You snickered with a wry grin,”Only if you don't take your supplements.”

“Supplements?” Douma's face dropped; lips parting, thick eyebrows drooping. He looked like one of those sad puppies from rescue advertisements.

With an eye roll, you started to walk towards the exit. Begrudgingly allowing his hand to remain in yours,”If you're diagnosed we both know damn well the doctors told you to take iron.”

“I'm rather fond of the dizzy spells.”

“Are you fond of having brittle nails?” There's a pause in your steps. You raise your intertwined hands up to his eye level. His eyes narrow at you, realizing you understood the reason behind the periwinkle, acrylic cover-up.

The flirtatious outward demeanor drops,”You're not very nice, are you?”

“Maybe I'll be nicer if you take your vitamins.”

“Hm, I'd take them if you fed them to me by hand.”

“It'll cost ya’ extra,” Teeth dug into your bottom lip as you fought back the urge to grin. Losing the battle as a genuine smile brightens your face.

He mirrors you.

“So be it.”

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This is what I look like explaining to my husband why I think modern au Douma would have anemia