Roommate! Dazai who frequently sleeps in your bed because it’s more comfortable than his futon and uses it as an excuse to cuddle close to you since your bed isn’t that big. Dazai who can’t help but stare at you as you make a pot of coffee in nothing but an oversized shirt and underwear because you’ve grown comfortable enough to walk around in almost nothing. And Dazai who ends up pressing you against the counter and falling to his knees to slip your underwear down and spread your cheeks with the palms of his hands to eat you out from behind and moans loudly into your slick pussy as he laps up everything you have to offer.
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imagine dazai helping you dress up for a special occasion… his delicate fingers gently zipping up your dress from behind, brief kisses on your nape, him sitting on one knee and putting on your heels while you’re sat down, your eyes connecting with his several times when looking in the mirror and a soft smile appearing on his lips because you never fail to amaze him with your beauty <3
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Okay so more for my Hazbin Hotel co-parenting au
I was just thinking about other people's reaction to this weird thing they've got going on so here is all of Hells reactions
The first one seen with the baby is Alastor (he's on his way to show Rosie that he's acquired a baby) Everyone freaks out about it because "Did the radio demon have a child?" "Did he steal that baby?" "He's on his way to cannibal town HOLY SHIT HE'S GOING TO EAT A BABY"
So as we all know hell loves to gossip so that's what they do. A ton of theories go around but when they don't see him with the baby again they decide it probably met a terrible fate. So they drop it UNTIL...
Angel is seen with the baby next. They're just out buying baby clothes but people are like "huh? When did famous porn star Angel Dust have a baby?" People start taking pictures and posting them on the Internet and the people that saw Alastor and the baby in person are like OH SHIT so now the rumors are worse. Most people think Angel and Alastor are together and raising this baby.
They're still talking about all this when Charlie is seen with the baby. They're just chilling going for a walk. Hell is in an uproar. Polls are going around asking people whose baby they think it is. There's definitely memes. All in all everyone is way too into this.
So the Vees being social media demons have been keeping track of this. Vox has been pissed from the very beginning because it started with Alastor and we all know how he is. Val is writing a list of ways to use this against Angel in a sparkly pink notebook. Velvette wants this to end she's sick of everyone talking about this it bores her and she's not getting as much attention as before SO she decides to interview Angel.
She asks a simple question "is this baby yours? The radio demons? Or the princesses?"
"....yes?"
Things are worse than ever. Nobody understands what's going on. Their first thought is poly but as more demons are seen with the baby they decide that's less and less likely (and the Radio Demon in a poly relationship? Yeah okay). They realize everyone that lives in the princesses hotel is helping raise that baby so now they think if they move in they become a parent (which is not how that works)
It's not even a mystery but nobody can seem to wrap their head around it so at this point they're just waiting for all the attention to dial down or some different drama to take everyone's mind off of it
Also Alastor has no idea any of this is happening because he doesn't have social media and nobody thought to tell him
BONUS: Rosie and Cherri's reactions
Rosie: First of all she definitely goes by Auntie Rosie but anyway she's super supportive of Alastor and is so happy for him. She spoils this kid so much it's ridiculous. She's just an amazing aunt like when the kid is older Rosie is usually the one she goes to for advice. And yes she definitely tries to give the kid demon flesh but most of her parents say no.
Cherri Bomb: She's just confused like last week her and Angel were clubbing and now he's a dad? Obviously she's happy for Angel and is super supportive. Angel even starts referring to her as Auntie Cherri which melts her heart. She's a little annoyed though because now Angel hangs out with her less than ever. She definitely misses going out and doing irresponsible shit because he rarely does that anymore. She's also a terrible influence and is not allowed to watch the baby alone. She's the fun aunt but a bit too irresponsible for comfort. Also she tries to make the baby's first word a cuss word. She will be sitting with this baby for hours just going "fuck... Fuck...fuck" which is another reason she's not allowed to be left alone with the baby.
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i am nothing if not a ghostface!steddie truther so let me set the scene
thinking about ghostface!steddie who somehow get away with it. there’s next to no physical evidence that can connect them to the string of murders in your small town. the only thing hawkins p.d has? their confession to you. their sadistic, twisted confession where steve detailed he was tired of being the perfect golden boy and that eddie was simply just “living up to other people’s expectations.” the town’s been calling him a “freak” for years, might as well give them a freak, right? they stare back at you with sinister grins, knowing they have you cornered like a mouse. you know they won’t kill you, they’re too obsessed and too far gone. but you also know no one would believe you if you told them. steve’s parents had the police department in their pockets and he was a master manipulator. your word against theirs meant nothing. with no other choice, you pack up your apartment and hop on a train to the city the next day, leaving the place you grew up, and all of the blood and gore behind.
new york city is where you found sanctuary. it’s a city swarming with millions, bringing you some peace of mind that they will never find you here. you practically left town without a trace, reluctantly offering your parents a note as a goodbye, claiming that you needed to take space and find yourself. except, you would never be coming home.
you change your hair. you buy a gun. you start working shifts at the new york public library. you start casually dating the guy across the hall of your apartment complex. for a while, things seem safe. normal.
you’re taking the a train home after a long shift. your eyes are drooping with exhaustion, body slumping against the pole of the subway car. the train slows to a stop as the next station platform approaches, just one shy of your stop. people impolitely squeeze past you, rushing out to get back to their own homes. you rub your eyes with the back of your and and look out the window and nearly scream.
steve and eddie are standing there. or boys who look like them at least. once your eyes focus, you notice the metalhead isn’t nearly as tall as eddie or adorned with as many tattoos. the preppy boy’s hair is too short, and too unkempt. you breathe a sigh of relief as the doors close, and the subway sends you towards your proper destination.
you can’t help but walk back to your apartment with your keys between your fingers, free hand clutching your purse tightly. it’s approaching the one year mark since the murderers back home, and you find yourself on edge more than normal. once you’re back in the safety of your apartment, you can relax, maybe drink a glass of wine in the bathtub and light some candles. you quicken your pace as you reach your stoop.
the door to your apartment is unlocked.
your breath hitches in your throat. you curse internally for stashing your gun in your bedroom, far away from the door. you open it just a crack; enough for you to get through without the door making the same creaking noise it always does. you tiptoe into your foyer, snatching up the vase from the table. slowly, you creep into your apartment, eyeing any signs of an intruder. your living room looks untouched. completely identical to the way you remember it from this morning. all of your appliances are in their respective spots, your walkman that you stupidly always leave on the coffee table still where it was before. the door to your bedroom is wide open. the window is closed.
there isn’t a single sign of a break in.
you let out a heavy sigh and slump into the couch, massaging your temple.
“jesus christ” you mutter, leaning your head back against the edge.
your blood goes cold when you hear an all too familiar chuckle.
“you really need to stop being so uptight”
eddie’s teasing tone ties a knot in your stomach. you hear the door to your apartment click shut, confirming your fear. this isn’t a horrid dream. this is your worst nightmare happening in real time.
you turn around and find two sets of emotionless brown eyes boring back into yours. steve smirks, and eddie offers a taunting wave.
“miss us sweetheart?”
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Hello I fell in love with your Redlight Greenlight au! It's such a funny and cute concept with so many possibilities and opportunities! Love me concept of characters that are flirty for the show but when it comes to their real feelings they are cute, blabbering goofballs. Have you ever thought about making fanfic put of it? Sending love!
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Thanks!!!!! I dont make that much rlgl au stuff at the moment but i do want to get back to it more soon! I would love writing a fic for them but as things are i just dont have the time and energy and i am not a good writer anyways... but i hope you still enjoy the stuff i do make even if a fic is off the table for now
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