#// i’m a wild fucking mess. ooc.

[lwiamatka-gone]

i feel like doing something silly so.

like this post for calanthe to tell your muse an embarassing story about ciri’s sheneningas.

[tempobaekh]

A Love (Not) Torn Apart

pairings: daryl dixon x fem!reader (takes place in alexandria)

warnings: not much, fluff, crack, alcohol consumption, some shouting, maybe ooc daryl? the images at the top DO NOT indicate any physical appearance of the reader

a/n: i’ve been meaning to write something for this fine ass man for a while but I’ve been having a major writer block and busy with my junior hairdresser exam BUT i stumbled upon this post by @angelwings-crossbowstrings and i just had to turn it into a story. also i’ve been binge reading and rereading all of @dixons-sunshine works. she’s an amazing writing with enjoyable writing and also gave me some motivation to write something🤍 anyways this had me laughing at work and trying to write in-between customers💀

The sun had long dipped behind the walls of Alexandria, and the sky was an inky black, littered with stars.

You barely remember how it started. One minute, you were lounging on the couch, minding your own business and chatting with Carol after a particularly tough day in Alexandria. The next? Well, you were plastered—thanks to the moonshine Carol stashed away "for special occasions." She called this a special occasion because she was "bored," and apparently boredom justified cracking open a bottle. You didn’t argue. Why would you? It had been a rough week.

You should’ve known better. You’re not much of a drinker.

You have always had a low alcohol tolerance. When you got drunk, you would often do the most stupidly odd things.

Like the day you got shitfaced drunk and told Rick you could outshoot him blindfolded, almost shooting the man in the damn head. Or the day you insisted Daryl hand over your marriage papers so you could set it ablaze, saying, quote, 'Good luck returning me without the fucking receipt, Dixon!' Before collapsing into his embrace.

However, following Rick's incident, there was always a 10-foot radius check for weapons if you and a drink were present.

Now, you’re sitting in the middle of the living room floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Your hair is a wild mess—like, wilder than usual—and your hand clutches an old, tattered Polaroid picture of Daryl’s wife.

Except... you are Daryl’s wife.

 It was an old, weathered picture of you and Daryl taken back when things weren’t so apocalyptic. You looked happy in it—probably because there wasn’t a horde of walkers trying to eat you at the time. Your arm was looped around Daryl’s waist, and he had that rare, soft smile on his face. It was a picture you loved.

Right now, though? You hated it.

"She’s so pretty!" you wail, voice wobbling dramatically, holding up the photo to no one in particular. “How did he end up with someone so gorgeous?” Your head lolls back as you take another swig from the bottle of moonshine in your hand. “I’m never gonna be as good as her!"

Across the room, Carol watches from her seat with a mixture of amusement and concern, sipping from her own glass. She’s been trying to calm you down, but her efforts haven’t been successful. At this point, she’s just waiting for the storm to pass. Rick, however, looking for Daryl, steps through the door right at the pinnacle of your emotional breakdown.

“Carol,” Rick begins, eyeing your tear-streaked face and the empty bottle in your hand. “Why is Y/N cryin’?”

“She’s drunk,” Carol responds, deadpan, like that explains everything. Which, in all fairness, it kind of does.

Rick looks at you, then back at Carol, eyebrows raised. “And?”

Carol lets out a long breath, like she’s explained this one too many times. “She saw a picture of Daryl’s wife.”

Rick frowns in confusion, scratching the back of his head. "But… she is Daryl’s wife."

“I know,” Carol deadpans.

Rick shoots her an incredulous look. “She don’t realize that’s her?”

Carol just shrugs. "You ever try reasoning with a drunk person?"

Rick’s eyes narrow slightly as he processes the absurdity of the situation. “Where’s Daryl?”

Carol shakes her head, an amused grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “She kicked him out for cheatin’. He’s in the garage, waitin’ it out."

Rick looks like he’s about to say something, but instead, he just shakes his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose with a sigh and decides to approach you instead, “Y/N?”

You hear Rick’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to respond. 

Rick’s footsteps draw closer, and you can see him out of the corner of your eye. He’s frowning, his brows pulling together in confusion. That’s the look. The ‘what the hell is going on’ look. You’ve seen it plenty of times before. He squats down in front of you, hands resting on his knees as he assesses the situation.

Your face screws up again, tears welling as you shove the bottle toward Rick in a grand gesture of misery. “He’s cheating on me!”

Rick recoils slightly, probably because your breath smells like a distillery at this point. “Uh... what?”

“He’s cheating!” you repeat, throwing your arms wide like this should be obvious to everyone around you. You wave the photo in the air dramatically, like you were presenting your case to the high court. “With some—some woman!”

Rick looks at Carol again, completely confused by how your drunken brain came up with this. Carol just shrugs, but there's a slight twitch in the corner of her mouth like she’s fighting a smile.

“Okay... slow down,” Rick says cautiously, rubbing the back of his neck. He’s good with walkers, not so good with drunk people. Especially drunk people who are screaming about imaginary affairs. “Who’s he cheating with?”

You look around conspiratorially before leaning in like you’re about to spill the world’s most scandalous secret. “His wife,” you whisper dramatically, as if that explains everything.

Rick’s brow furrows again. “But... you’re his wife.”

You nod enthusiastically, your head wobbling a little. “Exactly! He’s cheating on me with me!” You hiccup, your hand flying up to cover your mouth. The bottle dangles dangerously from your other hand. 

 You knew this day would come. It’s just like you always feared—Daryl’s finally realized he deserves better. Someone prettier, smarter, and far less dramatic than you. You’re sure of it. You pull the Polaroid close to your face and squint at it.

"Look at her," you sniffle, voice thick with drunken emotion. “Look at how flawless she is. He’s probably out there with her right now!" 

Rick and Carol share a look, clearly unsure of how to handle this. Carol steps forward, cautiously approaching you like you’re a wild animal. “Y/N,” she says softly, “honey, that’s… that’s a picture of you.”

You blink, turning the photo back toward you and studying it intensely, your brows furrowing in concentration. “What?”

“That’s you in the picture,” Carol repeats gently, trying not to laugh.

You frown deeply, staring at the woman in the photo. “No, it’s not!” you argue, shaking your head as if they’ve lost their minds. “I don’t look like this—she’s so beautiful!” You lean forward, grabbing Carol by the arm, eyes wide with desperation. “Carol, how could he do this to me?”

Carol struggles to keep her composure. “He didn’t do anything to you, Y/N. You’re drunk.”

You collapse back on the carpeted floor, letting out a fresh wave of sobs. “I’m gonna divorce him! And then—and then—he’ll regret it!” The words come out in a slurred mess, your anger morphing back into sadness almost instantly. “He doesn’t even care! I kicked him out and everything.”

Rick pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing like he’s aged a hundred years in the last five minutes. He turns to Carol. “Okay. Where did you say Daryl was?”

You choose to answer instead before Carol can speak. “Who cares?! He’s probably with her right now!” You hiccup again, and then your face scrunches up as if you’re about to cry harder. “I’m his wife, Rick! And he’s out there... with her! She’s... she’s prettier than me!”

Carol lets out a bark of laughter at that, and even Rick cracks a smile despite himself. “Y/N, you are his wife.”

“I know!” you sob, throwing your head back in despair. “It’s awful!”

Rick lets out another long-suffering sigh. “Alright. I’m gonna go find Daryl.”

“He’s in the garage.” Carol mutters, and decides to console your hysterical self for the tenth time while Rick brings in Daryl.

“He’s gonna have to crawl back to me on his knees.”

Carol pats your shoulder. “Oh, I’m sure he will.”

You sniffle, nodding. “He’s just…he’s a man. They do dumb things sometimes.”

Carol tries to keep a straight face, but the corners of her mouth twitch. “Right. Exactly.”

After what seems like hours but is really just a few minutes, you hear the familiar sound of the front door opening and closing, with Daryl and Rick returning inside. 

Carol managed to peel the bottle of moonshine from between your fingers and pull you over to the couch, so you're now slumped over on the couch with the bottle somewhere in the kitchen. Your eyes narrow when you see him, but you’re too tired—and too drunk—to get up.

When Carol sees Daryl and Rick arrive, she gives Daryl a nod and decides to call it a night, returning home and leaving you to Daryl. Rick also says a quick goodbye to Daryl before leaving you two to be.

“I’m still mad at you,” you mumble, crossing your arms over your chest and looking away.

Daryl crouches down infront of you, resting his arms on his knees. “I know.”

“I’m divorcing you.”

Daryl smirks, brushing some hair out of your face. “You’re not divorcin’ me.”

“Am too.”

“Nope.”

You let out a dramatic sigh and lean into his shoulder, tucking your face in his neck, too exhausted to fight anymore. “I hate that picture.”

Daryl chuckles, wrapping an arm around you as he pulls you to your feet. “Yeah, well, I ain’t too fond of it myself right’ now.” He helps you inside, your steps wobbly as you lean against him, your anger slowly dissolving into sleepy acceptance.

“I was just... so mad,” you mumble, your voice slurred as you nuzzle against his chest. “Didn’t mean to kick you out.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Daryl murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you to bed.”

“Still... divorcing you tomorrow.”

Daryl just shakes his head with a smile as he helps you up the stairs. “Sure you are, darlin’. Sure you are.”

Daryl walks you towards the bedroom with the patience of a saint, keeping an arm securely wrapped around your waist as your legs wobble like a newborn fawn. You’re still grumbling under your breath, your words slurred and barely coherent, but your determination to maintain your fury has not wavered. Not entirely.

“You didn’t even say sorry,” you mumble, leaning heavily against him as you stumble over the threshold. “Should make you sleep outside again.”

Daryl chuckles softly, his grip tightening just enough to keep you from tripping over the rug. “Yeah, I’ll make sure to apologize first thing in the mornin’, sweetheart. C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.”

“Nooo,” you protest, your feet dragging with exaggerated effort. “You gotta... gotta say it now. Or—divorce.” Your head wobbles dangerously as you point a finger at his chest, your attempt to look stern falling completely flat.

Daryl shakes his head with an amused smirk, scooping you up in his arms in one swift motion. “Ain’t divorcin’ me if you’re too drunk to remember how.”

You give a half-hearted squawk of protest, but the sound dissolves into a giggle as he carries you upstairs. “I can remember!” you declare, though you’re already nuzzling into the crook of his neck, the warmth of him seeping through your foggy brain. “Daryl Dixon... divorced... for bein’ a big, dumb... dumbass.”

He reaches the bedroom and gently deposits you on the bed. You flop back like a rag doll, limbs splayed out as if you’ve completely given up on the world. “That’s a real solid case you got there,” Daryl mutters, shaking his head in amusement as he reaches down to tug off your boots.

You wiggle your toes when your feet are freed, watching him with a lazy, half-lidded gaze. “Yup. Real solid,” you repeat, mimicking his accent with a sloppy grin. “I’m real smart, you know. Like... a genius.”

Daryl pulls a face like he’s seriously contemplating this. “A genius, huh?”

“Yup,” you confirm, clearly proud of yourself. “Genius. That’s why I’m divorcin’ you. ’Cause... geniuses don’t put up with cheaters.”

He snorts and moves to grab a glass of water from the bedside table, holding it out to you. “Here. Drink.”

You take the glass but make no move to actually drink from it, instead eyeing Daryl suspiciously. “What’s this?”

“It’s water.”

“Water?” You narrow your eyes like he’s trying to trick you. “What for?”

“To sober you up,” Daryl explains, deadpan. “So you can remember all this nonsense tomorrow.”

You stick out your lower lip in a pout but finally lift the glass to your lips, taking a tentative sip. You immediately make a face like it’s the most offensive thing you’ve ever tasted, pushing the glass back at him. “I don’t like it.”

Daryl chuckles again, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes the glass and sets it back on the table. “Ain’t supposed to like it. It’s just water.”

“Doesn’t taste like moonshine,” you grumble, crossing your arms over your chest as if this is some great injustice.

“Yeah, well, you ain’t gettin’ any more moonshine tonight,” Daryl says, his voice low and teasing as he crouches down to pull the covers over you. “Now, settle down.”

You huff, wriggling around as you try to find a comfortable position. “Still mad,” you mumble, though your words are getting softer, your body succumbing to the overwhelming need for sleep. “Divorce papers... in the mornin’.”

Daryl lets out a soft chuckle, lying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. “Sure thing, darlin’. I’ll be waitin’ for ‘em.”

You curl up against him, burying your face in his chest with a content sigh despite your earlier threats. “Better be sorry,” you mumble one last time, already drifting off into a heavy, alcohol-induced sleep.

“Real sorry,” Daryl mutters, his lips brushing against your hair. “Real sorry for marryin’ such a stubborn little thing.”

The next morning hits like a freight train.

Your eyelids flutter open, and the sunlight streaming through the window feels like it’s stabbing directly into your skull. With a groan, you roll over and immediately regret it. Your head throbs, your mouth is drier than the Sahara desert, and your entire body feels like it’s been dragged through a pit of walkers. Twice.

“Oh my God,” you croak, pressing a hand to your forehead. “Never drinking again. Ever.”

From beside you, Daryl lets out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before.”

You crack one eye open, glaring at him through the blinding light. “I’m serious.”

“Mhm.” He’s sitting up on his elbow, watching you with an infuriating smirk. “You said the same thing last time you drank, too. After you told Rick you could outshoot him blindfolded.”

You groan again, dragging a pillow over your face. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid last night.”

“Oh, nothin’ too stupid,” Daryl says casually, but you can hear the laughter in his voice. “Just threatened to divorce me. You know, normal stuff.”

You freeze under the pillow, a wave of embarrassment washing over you. Slowly, you pull the pillow down just enough to peek out at him. “...What?”

“Yup,” Daryl confirms with a smug grin. “Kicked me out of the house for ‘cheatin’ on you’ with yourself.”

You groan again, throwing the pillow at his face with all the energy you can muster. “Oh my God, shut up.”

He catches the pillow easily, laughing as he sets it aside. “Ain’t lettin’ you live that one down, sweetheart.”

You cover your face with your hands, mortified. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Nope,” Daryl says with a pop of the ‘p,’ clearly enjoying your misery. “Carol and Rick were real concerned. Thought they’d have to draw up them divorce papers right then and there.”

You peek out from between your fingers, narrowing your eyes at him. “I hate you.”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead with that same infuriating smirk. “Love you too.”

You try to scowl at him, but it’s hard to stay mad when he’s looking at you like that. Still, you groan and roll over, burying your face in the pillow again. “I’m never drinking again,” you mutter into the fabric.

Daryl chuckles, lying back down beside you and pulling you into his arms. “Sure you aren’t, darlin’. Sure you aren’t.”

Note: gifs, pictures, and header DOES NOT belong to me. CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS!! Feedback and reblog is appreciated.<3

[lvrcpid]

pyramids. - F.S

based on : pyramids by frank ocean.

pairing : farleigh start x nb!reader

warnings : drug usage. swearing. slight ooc farleigh. sexual references. kinda short but i’ll be making a part 2.

notes : oh i am SO BACK. 😛 also i love this movie sm.

you always knew you’d end up in college. just at least not at oxford. you always read about the school over the years and it seemed too prim and proper for your liking. a true bore of you will. so when you found yourself in the middle of the campus, hearing the commotion of the students around you, you thought to yourself. “what the fuck did i get myself into?”

your parents were well off, upper middle class even. so when you received a letter inviting you to attend oxford, your family forced you to apply and attend the university. you finally said your goodbyes and finally unpacked. the room had a slight chill and was a bit dreary, even further confirming your suspicions. this school was like purgatory.

the days turned weeks at oxford truly changed your perspective of the entire school. the party life was insane, that’s where you were right now. a party. the music blasted in your ears as the room reeked with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and weed from here and there. you weren’t exactly sober yourself, having a few drinks you were given by an acquaintance you made over the few weeks.

you held the beer in your hand, walking and slightly pushing people in your way. “excuse me” you mumbled less than pleased at the sight of people completely ignoring your presence. you made one final shove before someone, a boy, swung his head around, cigarette in mouth and said. “are you fucking kidding me?” you weren’t looking where you were going, more so not even paying attention to your drink. when you looked up, the stranger in front of you had beer dripping from his back. “oh shit- man i’m sorry” you said slightly embarrassed, trying to use your jacket to pat the area dry.

“stop just- stop.” you picked up on the fact the stranger was american. it wasn’t foreign to see americans at oxford, you’ve just never actually heard their accents before. “i really am sorry. i wasn’t looking where i was going.” you said, still apologetic and remorseful, still a bit because of the alcohol in your system. “oh whatever it’ll dry- hey i’ve seen you around. you’re that super quiet kid in my literature class. i’m farleigh.” he said, raising his eyebrows in a cocky way and taking a cigarette from his pack. he leaned the pack towards you, offering you one, to which you reject. you want to at least try to live to see 50.

“suit yourself.” he says, looking down at your beer. “i could kill you for messing up my shirt..but i’ll let it slide this time. so, what’s your name mystery person?” he looks down at you. the boy was freakishly tall and now that you’re getting a good look at him. you do recognize his face from your literary class. “y/n.” you said, finishing off your beer. farleigh gave you a look that rocked your world, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the depths of the night.

from that moment, you and farleigh hit it off. he was a party animal, a wild child and it made your heart race. every moment with farleigh was an adventure. you soon realized farleigh was into hard drugs. what drugs you may ask? cocaine. but that just made the ride even wilder. although the friendship was platonic, you and farleigh always found yourselves entangled in dances only lovers would dream of. sneaking away from class to make out on his bed or even sneaking touches and glances, enough to make the strongest weak in the knees. farleigh was a passionate person, it made your body jelly and your blood run ice cold, but only in secret. to him, you were his secret sin.

one night , weeks after you and farleigh came together. he decides to open up to you. about his mother, his struggles and even his home, saltburn. you were curious about this place. so curious to the point farleigh had to silence you with a kiss. it was late at night and the campus was silent, only the sounds of the wind and trees in the background. “how about this..if you want to…only if you want.-“ he said, on the spur, in the heat of the moment;

“how about you visit saltburn for the summer?”

part 2 - monster.

[bisexualiteaa]

Okay so this has been spinning in my head since I watched the series and it might come across as a but of a strange one 😅

BUT, please could you write one where the reader is pregnant(by someone else), meets Cooper along the way and they hit it off, they go through the pregnancy together, they then in the end they raise this little baby together. Sort of cute fluffy and a lil smutty too. Thank you! ☺️

A Slice of Paradise

Cooper Howard x Pregnant! Fem Reader (SMUT MDNI!!)

CW: slight OOC Cooper, slight deviation from the show, slight deviation from the game, pregnancy, pregnancy cravings, pregnancy hormones, blood, canon typical violence and gore, dirty jokes, cursing, talk of kinks, biting, 🩸 kink, p in v, unprotected seggs, p0rn with little plot, mention of knives, possible grammar/spelling errors, not proofread

AN: thank you anon for your request! My apologies that I’m getting to these asks so late, life has been rather eventful and I’m only just getting back into the swing of writing after forever long writers block. 🥲 I thank you for your patience and apologize that there isn’t a whole lot of fluff in this one but that it absolutely has ✨S P I C E.✨ Hope y’all enjoy my attempted return to writing for our dearest cowpoke, love you all! ♥️

Taglist: @expirednukacola

Trying to survive out in the wastelands while pregnant was not how you had imagined your life to be when you first found out that you were going to be having a baby. When you had first learned that you were pregnant, you were living comfortably within one of the vaults that dwelled beneath the irradiated surface. You had been matched with a fellow vault dweller who they deemed befitting in their mission to “help repopulate the surface” and in an effort to help your people, you agreed to the arrangement. The overseer, and all the other scientists and workers within the vault, claimed that there was no residence or anything living in general, up on the surface and that it would be up to you and your neighbors to fix that. Never in a million years did you think that vault life would go to such complete and utter shit that you would have to come to the surface in order to survive. Never in a million years did you also think that you would find anyone up here willing to stick by your side and not try to kill you in your sleep, and when you did, you had never expected your company to be that of a Wild West cowboy styled, bounty hunting ghoul. Needless to say, life up here was so vastly different than what they had spoken of in the vaults, that some days you swore it couldn’t be real, that it was all just one big fucked up dream that you’d wake up from any time now. But no, this was all very much real. If you made it out of this alive and long enough to see the world even somewhat recover, you were going to write a book on the long list of weird shit you’ve been through.

“I said, give me the damn supplies. NOW!” you spat angrily, pointing the barrel of your gun directly to a raider’s forehead as an extremely angry scowl came to rest across your face. “I suggest you do as the lady asks, kid. She ain’t someone you wanna mess with” Cooper spoke chillingly with a grin, knowing your pregnancy hormones were in full effect today, leaving you moody as all get out, and on days like this, you weren’t afraid to cause bodily harm, or worse, to get what you wanted or craved. Your baggy shirts hid your pregnant belly well, though you were only just now reaching somewhere around four months along, you still didn’t want strangers knowing you were pregnant. God only knows what people do out here to women with babies, and the last thing you needed was someone thinking it made you weak enough to take advantage of.

When the raider’s reaction wasn’t quick enough to your liking, you fired on him without a shred of remorse. Stepping past his limp, dead body to retrieve the box of supplies that you demanded for the bounty Cooper had completed, along with a healthy amount of caps, stimpacks and other supplies from off of his body. “It’s gon’ be one of those days, huh?” Cooper asked, taking the box from you because he might not be the kindest man, but he wasn’t about to make a pregnant lady lug a heavy box of supplies across the desert either. Granted, he knew it was probably wrong of him to insinuate what he had or to poke fun at you the way he was, the grimace and absolute apathy on your face as you shot the raider in cold blood gave him all he needed for his answer, but he knew all too well how to poke the bear, and enjoyed doing so far too much for your liking most days. “Yes. I’m fucking hungry, craving that stupid cram and he was pissing me off. Took too damn long to give us what we’re owed” you answered, your hand coming to your stomach as you complained. “We? That’s a bit of a strong word there, little lady. ‘Cause if I recall correctly, it was me who finished that bounty” he said, enjoying getting on your every last nerve on the worst days possible to do so. It was sadistic sure, but it reminded him of the days when his ex-wife was pregnant with their baby girl. In a twisted sort of way it reminded him of home. “You tryin’ to tell me you’re gonna leave a pregnant lady out in the desert all by her lonesome? Damn, I knew you were cold, didn’t think you were that cold” you joked back, making him laugh dryly. “Oh trust me honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet” he said, making you laugh. Thank god you were on his good side, you’d seen all the horrifying things he was capable of, or perhaps all the things he’s let you see that he was capable of. Regardless, you were glad he considered you a friend rather than foe.

Well, friend was a strong word once upon a time, but now? You two seemed to tread on a line somewhere between platonic and romantic, jumping back and forth between it like a tricky game of hopscotch. Though you could never be sure, like the rest of the ghoul, he was shrouded in much mystery. His heart and intentions were certainly no exception to that. “Woulda at least let the poor kid have a chance first, unlike you. So I guess you ain’t gettin’ that much farther behind me there, girly” he commented, making you chuckle at the remark and you supposed he had a point, you really didn’t give the raider enough time but your patience has been running thinner and thinner as of late. So you did as you always do, blame the pregnancy and what the hormones were doing to your brain, or make a snide joke at Cooper. “I’d blame the baby again for it, but maybe you’re just a bad influence” you quipped, making him chuckle dryly. “Honey, I am an awful influence” he replied, making you laugh as you both walked. “You aren’t so bad sometimes. But maybe it’s just ’cause you like me” you responded with a devious grin, making him shake his head playfully in denial. “Best watch it, my kindness’s got limits darlin’ and they get smaller and smaller everyday” he said, making you chuckle. “Likely story. I cook too good for you to kick me to the dusty curb” you teased, and it was true, you were too good at cooking but also too good looking to pass up. More personally, you were a reminder of the good ol’ days before all the wasteland bullshit started. A reminder of the family he once had. He craved oh so desperately to have that little slice of heaven back, and you scratched that itch in a near perfect way that he just couldn’t let you go. Whether he liked it or not, he knew he was growing attached, and as much as he didn’t like it, he knew there was no helping it either. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe if you felt the same way he did, you both could have a little family together once your baby was born. A daydream he often thought of, but that was for another time. Right now, he needed to focus on keeping you safe as you both looked for a spot to shack up for the night.

As you made it somewhere safe, or as “safe” as safe gets out here for the night, you didn’t waste time making some food to keep you, the baby and Cooper fed after a long day’s travel. “That looks about as appetizing as a hog’s ass in swamp water” he spoke as he looked to your bowl filled with Blamco Mac n Cheese and cubed up Cram all mixed together in instant mash. “Don’t judge me, it isn’t me that’s wanting it so damn bad, it’s the baby” you replied, making him chuckle. Sounded exactly like what his ex-wife used to say when she had some outlandish craving when she was pregnant. “Besides, that’s coming from the one that eats people” you quipped as you horked down your entire bowl with lightning speed, making him tilt his head to the side. “Touché” he responded before turning your way when he caught you standing up out of the corner of his eye. He watched as you rolled your tense shoulders and attempted to massage your lower back to relieve the ache that began to culminate there but with the displeased look on your face, it appeared your efforts were fruitless. You hobbled over to sit by the fire, finding yourself walking rather funny from the ache in your feet and the tension throbbing in your tight calves. “You’re a walkin’ hot mess there, girlfriend” he teased, watching you squat to sit down next to him as you attempted to rub your back once more with a pained hiss. You gave a defeated, and equally pained, groan after chuckling at his quip. “Tell me about it. Had I known I’d have to manage up here, I’d have never gotten pregnant in the first place” you replied, rubbing your stomach after your hands once again could not provide you the relief from the tension your body craved to be freed from. “How far ‘long are ya now?” He asked, and you genuinely had to sit there and think about it for a moment. You figured with the way you were only really just starting to show more prominently that you were just about four months along, but you couldn’t honestly remember no matter how hard you tried. “What day is it?” You asked genuinely, making him laugh. “Shit, you don’t even know. That’ll be one hell of a surprise down the road when it pops out at the worst possible timin’” he joked, making you chuckle. “It’ll be a blessing, to finally stop carrying around the extra weight right on top of my bladder and allow some other things to shrink down a little bit maybe” you said, making him hum in amusement.

“I think it looks good on you. Plump is hard to come by these days and you sugar, got one nice lookin’ peach” he said shamelessly, making you laugh as he talked about your ass. “That why you like makin’ me walk in front of you all the time?” You asked with a grin, making him grin. “Can’t say it ain’t one of the reasons” he replied, making you laugh. “Careful, hormones are one hell of a thing to mess with when you’re talking to a pregnant lady. Suggest you don’t go starting something you can’t finish there, Coop” you threatened playfully, making him chuckle at your response. “Oh I can finish it, don’t you worry. It’s you that wouldn’t be able to keep up with me, sweetheart. ‘Specially not like that” he said, making you grin and give an intrigued hum at the challenge he was presenting you with. “Ain’t no love makin’ up here baby-doll, it’s straight up fuckin’. Sure we take our time with it, make ya feel good because it ain’t easy to come by, but it ain’t nothin’ like that soft vanilla shit you vaulties do” he said, making you grin as you leaned back on your hands and you saw the way his eyes almost immediately roamed your body. From your neck, down to your full tits that seemed to have gotten a little bigger since last time he looked at you real good, then to that cute little bump in your tummy, down to your hips and thighs that he just wanted to get a nice handful of. He wondered how soft you would feel in his rough hands, if you’d like the contrast. “Oh yeah? Think I don’t have kinks and shit like that just ‘cause I was in a vault? Can promise you some of us “vaulties” get our rocks off in similar ways to you wasteland folk” you responded, waiting to hear what his rebuttal would be. “Oh yeah? Like what?” He asked, watching you grin to yourself as you gave a soft chuckle. Normally you would never forgo this type of information about yourself, but it was a whole different world up here in the wastes, and this was a whole different you from that woman who came stumbling out that vault just some few months ago.

“Well, obviously one of those kinks is what got me pregnant in the first place” you started, making him chuckle because despite it not being anything crazy, it was still a little more interesting than some. “I like being choked, but I feel like everyone likes that one so that might as well still be vanilla” you said, making him laugh because you were right, that shit isn’t a kink up here, it’s standard practice. “So you think you like it rough, huh?” He asked as he pulled out his hunting knife, cleaning it while you both conversed oddly casually about kinks. His question made you blush a bit, it caught you off guard that he put two and two together so quickly. “I don’t think, I know I do” you answered truthfully, making him grin. “Hell, I bet you ain’t seen rough. I’d reckon you ain’t ever been manhandled by someone or used as a means of blowin’ off some steam” he said, looking at his reflection in the knife and watching the way you looked at him as he handled it. You might have thought he missed it, but he noticed the subtle way your thighs clenched together as he fiddled with it and talked about you being used and tossed around like a rag doll. “I have, just not…well, it wasn’t very good but they at least tried I guess?” You said, almost as if you were asking him and not telling him, making him laugh. “You askin’ me or tellin’ me? ‘Cause you sure as hell don’t sound so sure anymore” he replied, making you sigh. “Fuck it, who am I kidding? It was fucking awful. It wasn’t at all what I wanted it to be” you quickly admitted, making him hum in reply. “I will say…you’ve made me discover a few new ones since we started traveling together” you said almost nonchalantly, and that most certainly caught his attention. “Oh yeah? And what might those be?” He asked, genuinely curious of what he could have done to awaken something in you. “People in my vault were afraid to be rough, whether during sex or not but you aren’t and I like that a lot about you. I know you probably think I’m joking when I say I like “rough” or think I have no idea what rough entails but I do. I like being tied up, having knives involved, and getting manhandled and stuff like that” you said, making him chuckle at the very innocent seeming you, admitting to liking dangerous things. “That so, vaultie?” He asked, not wishing to admit just how much your bashful admission had gotten to him and instead was thankful for making you roll your eyes at the nickname to avoid catching sight of the issue beginning to grow in his pants at all the ideas now rummaging through his brain like a rampant wildfire. “That why you like starin’ at my knife each time I use it? And why you didn’t protest when I tied you up when we first met?” He asked, and you were almost mortified at his question, knowing now that he’d noticed all the times you’d sat there, infatuated by the way he used it. Embarrassed that he caught the look in your eyes the first time his fierce ones met your own as he bound your wrists together and walked around with you like a prisoner on a leash. “Yeah…didn’t think you caught me on it though. But enough about me and my kinks, how ‘bout you? What about sex with you is so different, huh?” You asked, trying your best to move the subject away from you but your question was like the cherry on top of his fucked up thoughts, making an evil grin stretch to his lips as you laid the perfect opportunity out for him to take.

“How ‘bout you come and find out for yourself, sugar?” He asked, taking you off guard by his advance, but you couldn’t deny the way it sent a surge of heat straight to your core at such a straight forward answer. The pregnancy hormones had been eating you alive lately, making you stare at him in ways you shouldn’t have, thinking about him in ways you knew you shouldn’t. Old you would have kicked yourself for thinking the way you had been and allowing yourself to seem so desperate, but you two were close enough at this point. It wasn’t as if you were stooping low enough to just fuck some random stranger. Well, scratch that, you sort of did that already because that’s how you wound up pregnant in the first place. Thanks Vault-Tec. Maybe it wouldn’t be so wrong, or seem so desperate of you after all. He chuckled at your look of shock at his reply, making you blush in embarrassment that you were nearly frozen, unsure of what to do or what to think when you normally always had something to sass him back with. “C’mon now, surely ya didn’t think this wouldn’t end up happenin’ did you? We been layin’ it on thick with each other f’ too damn long now to play that game” he said with such confidence, it almost pissed you off but you couldn’t be mad, not when the pregnancy hormones made you so incredibly horny for this man that you could hardly think of anything else. Your mind was swimming at all the ideas of what he could be capable of, what he had the potential to do. You were left truly wondering just how different, and possibly how much better of an experience it would be with him rather than the last time you’d had sex. You wondered if it would really be any different than what you and your fellow vault dwellers were accustomed to or if maybe he was talking up a big game to get you interested. Regardless of whether it was talk or not, it had the effect on you he was hoping it would, because now you were past the point of pretending you didn’t want to find out, you needed to know. You felt as your core began to ache, excitement beginning to collect in the pit of your stomach as your panties grew damp at all your dirty thoughts. “Honestly I…I-I didn’t know it passed your mind like it has been on mine” you admitted with a deeper blush, making him chuckle as he moved closer. “So ya do think of me? Well ain’t that cute” he replied. “Hard not to think about you like that when I’m watchin’ them nice big hips sway whenever you walk in front a me” he added, making you chuckle as your cheeks burned about as hot as the campfire. “I haven’t uhh…I haven’t *done anything* since I got pregnant so, I’m not really sure how to go about it but, if you’d be willing, I’d like to find out just how different it is to be with you” you said so sweetly, almost innocently and damn it if it didn’t make him feel some type of way. He chuckled to himself a little. “Looks like you’re in luck then. Even luckier that it’s with someone who’s got a little more experience in this field than the average hit ‘n quit” he said, and that’s what stopped you for a moment. Was that all that this was going to be for him? A one night thing to settle some curiosity, then go right back to the way things were? After all this time spent traveling together and getting close to him, you didn’t want that to be the case. It was in that moment you’d realized just how much you genuinely cared for the ghoul who was in your company.

“On one condition” you said, making him raise a non existent brow at you, curious to hear what you had to say. “It’s more than just a one time thing. I don’t…I don’t do flings. Call me a “deluded little vaultie” for it or whatever else you want, but I only want this if you want it to go somewhere, even if it ain’t anything more than a fuck buddy situation” you said, and truth be told he wasn’t completely sure on what he wanted. He knew it had been a long time since last he had a chance to do something like this with someone, and that he liked you but he also knew the thing going on between you had been going on for long enough, why not see where it goes? “Trust me sugar, if you’re still here travelin’ with me, ain’t none of it gonna be without somethin’ behind it. Had you asked me when we first met? I’d have told ya different, but against all better judgement ya managed to get me attached to ya. This is me tellin’ you to pay your consequence for bein’ such a damn tease all the time” he responded with a grin that relieved your every nerve, his hand coming to grab yours and moving it to the tent in his pants to prove his point, making you grin and chuckle. “Didn’t know I get you that worked up” you replied teasingly as you moved closer. “Imma let you in on a simple rule I like to live by, little lady; you cause it, you fix it” he said, and you grinned as you grabbed his hand, pulling it to slide beneath your shorts to rest outside your panties that were getting wetter and wetter with your excitement. “Looks like you got some responsibility to take too then, cowpoke” you said with a grin, and that’s when he knew this would lead to something good.

You smiled into your shared kiss, shocked to find the slightly chapped, thin irradiated lips to feel so nice against your own. It wasn’t sweet like the kisses you’d had before, it was carnal, passionate even. Driven by pure lust and god did it make you melt. Your hands came to rest on the back of his neck as you straddled his lap. Your knees were dug into the sand beneath his sleeping bag without a care in the world as his hands groped your ass and sensitive tits. You moaned as his lips and teeth soon worked at your weak spot on your neck, making you roll your hips against him as your eyes fluttered shut. You held onto him as you rocked your hips back and forth, earning a groan from the ghoul below you. “Fuck, Cooper…please” you whined, making him pull away from your neck to click his tongue at you. “You can beg all you want, but I ain’t skippin’ over the good parts just ‘cause you’re gettin’ antsy” he said with a grin up at you before popping open the buttons of your beat up flannel shirt and latching onto one of your breasts, sucking on the sensitive bud. You normally were self conscious of the fact that you’d foregone wearing a bra in favor of comfort, but in this moment you couldn’t be more thankful that it was one less article of clothing to worry about taking off. You moaned as his fingers toyed with the other side, pinching harshly as his teeth would occasionally nip at your perked bud or the soft skin around it, but being sure to give your tits equal love and attention. Rather shocked that you hadn’t yelped or drawn back at his rougher display to your overly sensitive nipples, he continued. “Fuck…” you whined, feeling as one of his hands dragged down to the waistband of your underwear, before working his hand beneath it to your clit. His fingers worked tight circles along your aching bud, leaving your head devoid of all thoughts as he brought you the pleasure your body had been craving for ages. You hated the way you felt so close to your impending release already, having been pent up since even before leaving the vaults, and now that you were pregnant, you were even more sensitive to it all. “Oh god, Cooper…” you panted out, your strained, pleading voice like music to his ruined ears as you moaned his name. “Doin’ good for me sweetheart” he praised, only adding fuel to the fire that was ready to consume you at any moment.

You moaned blissfully at the pleasurably painful stretch of him working his way inside of you finally. God how you ached for that feeling, to be stretched and filled in ways nothing else could give you other than him. “Damn you’re a tight little thing” he commented, already moving and setting a pace without giving you time to adjust. It was bliss, the painful draw out but the pleasurable thrust back in. You just couldn’t get enough. “Normally this is where I’d throw you around and fuck you absolutely stupid, but last thing I want is t’ hurt that baby” he said, making you wish you could know what it felt like to be used by him, to be thrown around and taken by him but you knew you couldn’t, not yet. “Maybe I’ll just give ‘em a sibling instead, how’s that sound, sweetheart?” he asked in your ear in a low rasp as the sound of skin slapping skin started to fill the air. A pleasant, tingling shudder ran down your spine at the prospect of it, clearly he hadn’t forgotten that first kink you’d told him about. He gave a grin, feeling the way your walls fluttered around his dick from his words, and seeing the effect it had on you left him nearly feral. Guess you weren’t lying when you said one of those kinks of yours was the reason you were pregnant. “Yeah? You’d like that wouldn’t you, sweet thing?” He asked, knowing the answer but he loved the way he had you absolutely cock drunk on him too much to not try and hear from you. “Yes! Fuck, I’d love that, please!” you said through your moans, making him chuckle. “I betchu would” he said all smug and proud. “Bet you get off on the idea ‘f fuckin’ someone who could rip you t’ shreds, dontchya sugar? Ya like it dangerous” he said, making you shake your head yes in reply. “Yes! Fuck- Cooper!” You moaned into the midnight air, your back arched from the ground as you moved your hips to meet his thrusts, desperately chasing your high. “Look good like this, sprawled out below me all helpless and vulnerable. I could just eat you alive” he said with a sadistic grin, his lips just below your ear, his breath ghosting your neck as he rocked his hips into you. “Bet you’d taste so fuckin’ good” he added, groaning through gritted teeth as he watched your engorged tits bounce with each harsh thrust, fighting the urge to sink his teeth into your soft, smooth skin. “Why don’t you- fuck! Have a taste and find out?” You replied, making him look up at you with a wild look in his eyes. It was untamed, feral even and by god if they weren’t the most magical words he’d ever heard. “Shit, don’t play with me” he said, looking at your neck and shoulder, practically drooling over the idea of how you would taste. “I ain’t playin’, bite me” you insisted, and with that, he surely wasn’t going to pass down such a beautiful opportunity.

His blunt teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder, making you hiss as a white, hot pain coursed through the muscle before simmering into something more pleasurable. “Shit! Cooper- fuck me, that feels good” You moaned as he almost seemed to use his teeth to attach himself to you as he rutted into you with reckless abandon, leaving you writhing beneath him in pleasure. His eyes rolled back as a moan left him from the taste of your blood flooding his tongue, you were even more delicious than he originally anticipated. Crimson coated his lips and teeth, a small stream even leaking from the corner of his mouth and down the column of his neck as he detached himself from you. He’d gotten his taste, given you an experience you certainly wouldn’t forget, but the sight below him was certainly one he would forever commit to memory. The imprint of his teeth marks that marred your otherwise perfect skin, deep purple beginning to blossom around it as blood faintly trickled down your chest from the fresh wound. If you weren’t delicious before, you were absolutely delectable now. He ran his tongue along the trail of blood, the hot, wet muscle leaving a trail of saliva in its wake as he traveled back up to the source before laving his tongue across the punctures in your skin that he left. “Freaky little thing” he said, grinning at the way you had enjoyed feeling him sink his teeth into you and allowing him to taste you in such a manner. “Told ya” you quipped before being cut off by your own moan as he found that sweet spot deep inside of you, brushing past it with almost perfect precision. “Right there! Fuck, just like that. So close…” you whined, making him chuckle. “Go ‘head sweetheart, let go for me” he permitted, and with that, the coil in your core snapped, sending you toppling over the edge into an orgasm so earth shattering you swore you were no longer on this earth in that moment. Cooper was quick to withdraw from you, wanting nothing more than to feel the sweet way your gummy walls would hug him as he came inside of you, but he couldn’t bare the thought of putting that precious baby of yours at any more risk. For now he would have to settle on finishing on you rather than in you, but the sight of you covered in his cum was surely another marvelous one to behold in his eyes. From the way your eyes sat lazily half lidded, to the way his seed looked upon your chest and stomach, he had to admit, it certainly wasn’t a sight to complain about.

You both took a moment to bask in the afterglow of your orgasms, coming down from cloud nine to do your best at steadying your breathing. The gentleman he was, he helped in cleaning you up, offering you some Rad Away to take when you were finally able to pick yourself up from his sleeping bag. “Sate your curiosity?” He asked with a grin as he slipped his pants back on and his duster, lighting up a cigarette to enjoy as he sat next to you. You gave a laugh as you redressed. “Sated my curiosity for tonight, but never know what these hormones have in store for me tomorrow” you replied, making him laugh dryly. “Suppose I can’t argue with that logic” he said, making you giggle as you took the Rad Away and got ready to sleep, thankful for the warmth his body provided in the frigid temperature of the desert night air. You weren’t sure what tomorrow would bring for you two, but at least you knew it was something you both could grow to explore. Maybe that slice of heaven wasn’t such a distant memory after all.

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Baby, I'm Yours (Gideon Graves X Reader Smut)

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Kinktober Day 7: Branding

Summary: You’ve been Gideon Graves’ girlfriend for a year now. For your anniversary, Gideon convinces you to do something to ultimately prove your loyalty to him.

A/N: first gideon fic so might be ooc or bad idk. ik that branding usually means burning skin with a hot iron, but that feels too wild for me to write so it’s a tattoo instead

C/W: needles (reader’s getting a tattoo), p in v sex, dom/sub dynamic, ownership kink(?), improper tattoo aftercare, toxic relationship tbh (it’s gideon, what do you expect???)

***

“Christ.” You hissed, biting your hand to soothe the pain as the tattoo artist started filling in the places meant to be blacked out.

Seeing your tense state, the artist removed the tattoo gun from your tender skin. “Need a break?”

“No. She’s fine.” A hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look up at your boyfriend, who was looking down on you with a usual wicked grin. Gideon stroked your cheekbone with his thumb, as if the little action would make the pain and discomfort go away. “Right, babe?”

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves before nodding. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“That’s my girl.” Gideon patted your cheek.

It could be worse. Gideon could’ve asked you to get a whole back piece of his company’s logo instead of a tramp stamp. 

At first, hearing the request was very strange. His company’s logo permanently inked into your skin? But you soon realized it was more than that. It was less about affiliation with his business and more about affiliation with him. Gideon wanted tangible evidence that you were his, that he owned you. 

Besides, dating Gideon Graves for an entire year without getting entirely sick of him was commendable. So he saw it as a reward for you. But if this damn tattoo was your only anniversary present, you were gonna be absolutely pissed.

***

Thankfully, Gideon seemed to be kinder than he was most days. After the tattoo was finished, he took you out for a little shopping spree. When you left the mall, you were carrying what felt like a thousand bags filled with new jewelry and clothes, mainly low rise and cropped per Gideon’s request as he wanted to see your new tattoo whenever he wanted. Gideon even picked out some lingerie sets, being ever so gracious to allow you to pick which one you’d wear tonight. 

“You don’t need to think about it too hard.” He said while swiping his credit card. “It’s gonna be ripped to shreds when I’m done with you anyway.”

And he kept true to his word. 

“Fuck.” Gideon panted, holding your hips in an iron grip as he pounded your pussy. “So. God. Damn. Tight!” Each word was emphasized with a powerful thrust, making you see stars. 

You’ve lost count of how many times Gideon fucked you today. First was in the bathroom of the fancy restaurant he had taken you to for dinner. Then in the limo on the way home. And now, on every piece of furniture and solid surface he could think of. 

“My pretty girl.” You heard him say, digging his nails into the meat of your thighs before giving your ass a few hard slaps. Gideon grabbed your hair, forcing you to tear away from the pillow you had your face buried in and look at the mirror in front of you. “Such a pretty slut.”

That was one way to put it. Your lips were chapped and bruised, your makeup was running down your face, and your hair was a mess. Gideon looked as roughed up as you with his sinful expression and strewn glasses. 

“Fuck, Gideon.” You moaned as he hit a spot deep inside you. “Please, please, please.” As sensitive as your spent pussy was, you couldn’t help but beg for one more orgasm. And with how sensitive you were, you knew one little push was going to send you flying over the edge.

Gideon knew too, which was why he reached around and started harshly rubbing at your clit. “Come on, come on!” His thrusts grew rougher, and he threw in a slap or pinch to your clit. “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours.” You moaned, legs shaking.

“Louder.”

“Yours!”

“Louder!”

“It’s yours! My pussy’s yours!” You cried out, orgasm washing over you. Gideon didn’t let up on his pace, fucking you thoroughly until you were begging for a break.

He finally pulled out when he was reaching his own orgasm, only to jerk off over your body until he came. His cum spilled onto you, and Gideon did his best to aim for the tattoo that you had gotten that morning. 

“That’s right.” He said when he came down from his high, panting a little. “It’s all mine.”

[mvsicinthedvrk]

Was that [WANG XINGYUE]? Oh no no, that was just [CHU WANNING], a [CANON CHARACTER] from [ERHA/THE HUSKY AND HIS WHITE CAT SHIZUN]. They are [THIRTY TWO] years old, use [HE/HIM], and [ARE] aware that they are not actually from Washington DC. Too bad they can’t stray from this city for long. {ooc: ollie}

i have actually been considered taking up chu wanning for at least a year now so i’m glad i finally had reason to do it (group effort to 800 🥰). i cannot in good conscience recommend the webnovel that he’s from, but i can say that the author, meatbun, must have put some wild ingredients in this book because PHEW chu wanning’s character is sure something else and i really adore him. a lot. intro information under the cut 

how long has your character been here

i’ll say he’s been here for around six months? so he could have some basic connections already

what is your character’s job

he got a position as a mechanics professor at one of the d.c. universities. so if your professor characters need connections, hit me up.

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom

uhhhhhhh the timeline of his character arc is all kinds of fucked up but i’m going to say he’s vaguely from the current lifetime instead of his past lifetime?

has any magic affected your character

nope

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

he is the “white cat” of the title, as in: he’s got the personality of a perpetually annoyed housecat.

chu wanning is, at all times, a bundle of contradictions. he’s very upright and strict but his home is an absolute disaster of a mess. he doesn’t show affection even though he’s extraordinarily soft-hearted, but he would die of embarrassment if anyone knew that so he constantly tries to metaphorically hiss and claw at people to keep them away. he’s aware that he’s unlikable but does absolutely nothing to try and alter that. 

he’s absurdly dedicated to righteousness and following the rules, and will take that to extremes. unfrotunately.

ultimately he does try to do what he thinks is right and what he thinks may help others. however, those good intentions don’t always come across due to the fact that he doesn’t even bother try to explain himself, because he has no healthy communication skills whatsoever and will never correct people when they misconstrue his actions.

back home, he was one of the many elders of sisheng peak sect (which is like, near sichuan?), in the lower cultivation realm. he is also the shizun of the title so i think him being a teacher here as well will fit him. 

in this novel’s flavor of xianxia, everyone’s spiritual core is aligned with one of the five elements, and chu wanning’s is special because it stems from two elements, metal and wood. however, because of ~reasons~, his spiritual core has been damaged so even though it’s inherently strong, it’s also very situationally fragile. 

he’s so cool that he has THREE spiritual devices that he can summon from his spiritual core at will, one of which is a willow vine that, when wrapped around someone else, forces them to tell the truth. he won’t be using that much here, for obvious reasons. but it’s there as a plot option lol. his other two weapons are a sword and a quqin.

his backstory SUCKS like his first life was BAD so that’s why i’m bringing him from his current timeline instead. since i personally think he deserves nice things

[1cecreamwillfixit]

𝕋𝕖𝕟𝕪𝕒 𝕀𝕚𝕕𝕒 - ℕ𝕠𝕚𝕤𝕪

Sub!Iida x Femdom!Reader

Content includes: anal fingering, mentions of alcohol consumption, degradation

Another extremely underappreciated man. I think hes a bit ooc in this, but oh well. I wrote this when i had covid so im blaming it on that.

Set in the future, Iida and reader are both over 18

Enjoy ;)

"Cmon Tenya, come dance with me" you slurred, clumsily grabbing for his arm.

It was your birthday, so naturally you'd decided to go clubbing with friends; Tenya, of course, had been disapproving of this idea. Eventually, with the help of a few of your old school friends, you had managed to drag him to the club, but he still refused to drink or dance, claiming he was only there to look after you.

You pouted when he swatted you away, pushing his glasses up and folding his arms. "When are you gonna loosen up, love?" He looked at you sternly; " Y/n, it is my responsibility to look after y-"

"Excuses, excuses" you cut him off. "Now come on, dance with me"

"Y/n I couldn't possibly." He was not giving up; "What sort of boyfriend would it make me if I were to abandon my duty to look after you?" he asked, tone still very much serious. "A more fun one. Seriously, I will take it upon myself to fuck that stick out of your ass" you snapped back, smirking at the furious blush spreading across his face. He squeaked in embarrassment, arms snapping stiffly to his sides at the vulgarity of your words.

"Oh? Is that something you'd like, baby boy?"

The club was so loud you almost missed his response: a faint "mm", whimpered in complete humiliation. He looked so cute, flushed and head bowed, almost making him appear smaller. "Well then, what do you say we get out of here?" you whispered teasingly in his ear.

"...please" came his response, uncharacteristically needy. You almost couldn't believe how much he'd changed in a mere two minutes.

-

You led him from the club and back to your shared flat, which was conveniently empty. "Cmon darling, no ones home so you can be as loud as you want." He flushed even more at your implications. You'd had sex before, of course, but never like this. This was a new experience and you already had him hooked.

You pulled him to your room, lips on his as soon as the door was shut. The backs of his knees hit the edge of your bed and you pushed him back onto it, breaking the kiss momentarily before climbing on top of him and kissing him again. Your kisses were wild, hungry, desperate, like a predator that had finally captured its prey. Tenya was whimpering, moaning occasionally, gasping for air in between your violent kisses, head spinning from the intensity of it all.

He bucked his hips up, searching for relief and you gave it to him, grinding your hips down onto his and working him up even further. His moans increased until he broke the kiss, gasping "mmmmnn, ah, I'm gonna c-cum,, stop".

You sat back on your heels, pulling away from him completely and took the time to observe his body, twitching and shivering. Dark blue eyes met yours in a heated stare and you noticed how he seemed to shrink under your gaze. "There's no need to be nervous, puppy, I'm not gonna hurt you."

He gasped at the name and whined, using his arms to cover his crimson face from your prying eyes. "Ah ah, hands at your side, darling. Can your strip for me?" Within seconds he had thrown off his shirt, but he hesitated when he reached his trousers. Slowly he undid them, pulling them down to reveal his soaked boxers, scarlet tinting him all the way down his shoulders.

"Such a good boy for me, Tenya." You reached down, cupping his hard cock with your hand, feeling it throb against the soaked material. "What a mess you've made, dirty boy." He keened, squirming against your touch as you began to knead him through his boxers. "So worked up, what would you like me to do puppy?"

"T-touch ... me. Please?"

With a condescending laugh you squeezed his cock harder, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure. "I'm already touching you, baby. Be more specific." He groaned, bucking his hips into your hand, so overcome with pleasure that he couldn't find the words to describe what he wanted.

"Want me to take these boxers off?" He nodded frantically. "Lift your hips a little for me then."

Within seconds you were pulling his soiled boxers down his legs. His embarrassment tripled when you saw how hard he'd gotten just from you taking the lead. "Someone's eager".

You wrapped your hand round his cock, stroking him gently and he arched beautifully into your hand. You loved hearing the way he babbled, already so fucked out. Your other hand trailed down his body, playing with his nipples briefly before brushing lower, running the soft pad of your finger over his puckered hole. He shivered. "You ok with this, love? Want me to play with your pretty little hole?

"Y/n, I- ngh, please..."

You took your hand away, reaching for the lube, but halfway through the action you got a better idea and pressed your fingers against his lips, muffling his whines. "Get 'em nice and wet, darling." He sucked enthusiastically on your fingers, coating them in saliva, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth.

Pulling your hand from his mouth, you reached for the lube. "Just in case" you said with a wink, applying some of the lube to your fingers. "Are you comfortable, Tenya? Want to change position?" He shook his head quickly, spreading his legs wider, as if urging you to start.

"I didn't take you for such a slut, Tenya" you teased. "Am I taking too long for you?" Without waiting for an answer, you ran a finger over his hole. He gasped, head lolling back as you began to massage it, playing with his gently fluttering rim.

"Hnng s-so good" he keened, trying to push back against your fingers. Taking this as a sign to keep going, you slowly pushed one finger in, pausing as you reached each knuckle to let him adjust. His eyes were screwed shut in anticipation, fists balled in the sheets.

You swirled your finger around, playing with him just the way he liked, watching as his rim stretched with every move. His breathless moans were filling the room to the brim.

"Look at you, clamping down on my finger like a mindless little bitch. I've only put one in and you're already gone." He whined defensively at your words, garbled moans crying out for more. "You're just so sensitive, aren't you". You took pity on him, adding a second finger and crooking them to find his prostate. You knew immediately when you'd found it, as Tenya cried out in ecstasy, precome dripping heavily from his neglected cock and pooling on his stomach.

"Aaaaggnnn-"

You pounded into his prostate, using the pads of both fingers to massage the sweet spot. He was moaning mess, unable to control himself as he got closer and closer to his climax. "Does that feel good, Tenya sweetie?" He nodded, moans of "so good" and "close, close" flooding from his mouth. "Touch yourself for me, love" you commanded as he neared the edge, knowing it would give him the final push.

He grabbed his cock, jerking it sloppily, handfuls of precome leaking down his fist. With one final flick of the wrist he was cumming, loud sobs leaving him in bursts between shaky gasps. His inky eyes were slick with oily tears. Cum covered his chest in messy spurts and he screamed as you continued pounding his prostate with your fingers.

"Mmmn -hic- y/n, aah..."

Yeah, you were definitely gonna get complaints from the neighbours.

definitely one of my favourite characters. i have another tenya iida fic on my Ao3 and i’ll add a link to it here if you wanna read it

[sxlver-sweet]

hi I meant a trio friendship with Kazutora and baji and introvert reader. also have a great day/night love <3

ROSTER . . . keisuke baji, kazutora hanemiya

SYNOPSIS . . . platonic trio w/ introverted reader

CONTAINS . . . swearing, possible ooc writing

NOTE . . . hello! i apologize in advance. so, i’m gonna be real here… i don’t have a grasp on kazutora’s character😭 like, i feel that i have enough to complete the request, but i’m not confident in this at all. i’m sorry if this is disappointing.

you are in for a wild mf ride

you’ll be minding your own business and shit, just observing the people around you while sipping on water like nothing is wrong, while baji’s picking a fight with a trash can he accidentally bumped into and kazutora’s fidgeting discreetly and quietly rambling about how he mistakenly said “happy birthday” instead of “thank you” to a waiter two weeks ago

being part of their platonic trio means that you’ll be automatically dragged along with them whenever they want to set some shit on fire or start a fight with some low-level delinquents. it’s usually a spur of the moment idea, so kazutora and baji often forget about your reserved personality until they have the lit match in their hand or have located their unfortunate targets. baji is the one that always stops and asks you if you’re okay with what’s happening, thus reminding kazutora and causing him to turn to blink at you expectantly. if you aren’t comfortable, then they’ll situate you in some cafe or on a nearby bench and proceed with their plans, only returning to you once they’ve satiated their desire for mischief. when they do, they’re always grinning with satisfaction, asking you if you saw how cool they were or that kick they landed or how large the fire grew.

they’re lunatics, but they still want you to be proud of them in their own odd way

fucking gremlins

if you aren’t comfortable speaking in public, like ordering your meal or engaging in a conversation that some stranger struck up, your boys will be there to help you out. baji’s usually the one that would order for you since he’s quite vocal and often subtly threatens the employees to hook you guys up with extra food. kazutora often handles the people that unintentionally bother you by politely yet firmly interrupting the conversation and dismissing them.

god forbid someone voluntarily and actively harasses you. baji will put their ass to sleep, no questions asked while kazutora’s lowkey still trying to process what’s going on. kazutora and baji both see themselves as your “sort of protectors,” responsible for guarding you against any physical altercations and removing you from dangerous situations. they’re experienced brawlers. you are not.

in return, you brush up on your skills as a makeshift doctor so that you’re able to disinfect and dress their wounds whenever they show up at your doorstep after a skirmish. they’re both excited and squirm with remnants of adrenaline as they tell you about the outcome of the fight. you hum in acknowledgement with a small yet proud smile as you listen, tipping kazutora’s chin up to provide yourself with better access to the cut on his jaw. baji always roots around in your first-aid kit and messes with the contents, eyes glittering with fascination as he unscrews cap after cap and smells every ointment and liquid in the kit. he’ll hold some ointment out to kazutora and tell him to smell it, only to squeeze the tube so it shoots all over kazutora’s nose. more often than not, you have to kick them out of the room so that you can clean up properly.

you never really mind when they invade your solitude to spend time with you—well, most of the time. sometimes, they’ll show up at your house and just lounge around in your room because they don’t want to go home yet. other times, you’ll be responsible for corralling baji into a chair and tutoring him while kazutora scrolls through his phone or disappears to find food. it really just depends on what kind of chaos they feel like bringing into your life from day to day.

baji’s mom is so tired LMAO. i’m not shocked. her son is an entire menace and a half. that being said, when baji pushed you into the house like, “mom, meet my new friend!” and she saw that you were just as exhausted as her, it was like an angel descended from the heavens to kiss her on the forehead. thank god, there’s someone else that’s able to keep a leash on her son. she loves you sm

when you’re busy engaging in something and require concentration, baji and kazutora do their best to respect your wishes and not disturb you. they’ll still hang around, but they’ll do their best to be quiet. kazutora will drop a spoon on accident and baji will whisper in uppercase “yo shut thE FUCK UP,” or they’ll be walking in the hallway and shushing and shoving at each other because they’re worried that their footsteps are too loud

being friends with kazutora also means that you and baji will spend a solid fraction of the time reassuring and explaining to kazutora that “just because you accidentally bumped into that pretty girl and knocked her drink out of her hand, it doesn’t mean that it’s the end of the world” and “yes, the retail worker that you accidentally called ‘mom’ won’t even remember it happened after this week, so don’t worry.”

kazutora affectionately calls your parents “mom” and “old man.” at first, it had been nothing more than a slip of the tongue that he’d remedied with a chain of profuse apologies. but, after a while of them feeding him, offering him a place to wait out the rain, and asking him how his day was whenever he and baji accompanied you home after school, he began to greet them with those terms of endearment on a regular basis. before he knew it, he became an unofficial part of the family.

due to their involvement in the delinquent world, you don’t always get to see them very often. sometimes, you guys will go days or even a couple weeks without getting to hang out as a trio, your interactions resigned to text messages and phone calls. kazutora likes to call rather than text, which irritates both you and baji when your phones ring at ungodly hours of the night, only for kazutora to ask if you guys had been sleeping before being like “oh okay, just checking” and hanging up.

you’ve definitely had your slumber disturbed by baji and kazutora chucking pebbles at your window at like three in the morning. you have to be careful opening your window, though. you’ve caught a stone to the forehead before because baji’s dumb ass didn’t realize the window was already open when he whipped his next pebble at the glass

late night snack runs are also fairly common in your guys’ friendship. the three of you sit by the river with your plastic bags strewn around you, eyes tired yet crinkling with laughter because none of you want to retire for the night just yet. you and kazutora crack up when baji spears his fangs through twizzler sticks in a poor imitation of a walrus. all of your worries slip away when you’re together. you’re present, fully immersed in the moment, and never want your time with each other to end.

you three have no qualms about being platonically affectionate with one another. baji clapping kazutora on the back to hype him up and patting your head to reassure you, you pulling baji’s hair back into a ponytail when he’s too tired and helping kazutora put on his jacket, and kazutora gently plucking leaves out of your hair and slinging an arm around baji’s shoulders--it’s pretty clear that, however mild, physical touch is the love language of your little found family

kazutora and baji once tried to plan a surprise party for your birthday, but it was a massive failure LMAO

baji dropped the cake on the way back to his house and misspelled “happy birthday” on the banner, and kazutora forgot the tape needed for the streamers and got side-tracked for twenty minutes by the stray cat outside baji’s window. to top it all off, you arrived an entire hour early. you still appreciated the effort, though. you found their mistakes to be endearing, especially with how proud baji looked when he pointed to the banner that he put together to welcome you and how flustered kazutora got when you asked him why there were streamers superglued to the damn ceiling.

you and baji are the first people on kazutora’s speeddial. you’re aware of the incident that occurred when kazutora and baji were children and how it left a sizable splinter in kazutora’s mental state. so, regardless of how late it is, you never fail to pick up the phone when kazutora calls. sometimes, it’s just to fuck with you and interrupt your sleep. but, there are other times when he’ll be jerked awake by a nightmare and fumble for his phone to call you, needing someone--anyone--to talk to. he needs to hear your voice to make sure that you’re still with him and you’re okay. you’re more than willing to sacrifice an hour or two of sleep to ensure that kazutora feels better, so you stay on the phone and tell him about your day until you hear light snores drift through the receiver.

conflicts and arguments with them are either meaningless or explosive. there is no in between. you and baji don’t argue very often, but when you do, it’s usually over where to eat or how he didn’t return something of yours. those are usually settled relatively quickly.

however, fights with kazutora are frustrating and sometimes even suffocating. you’ve noticed the maniacal, feral glint in his eye that appears sometimes when he talks about defeating his enemies, and you’re well aware that he needs professional help. that being said, most of your arguments stem from you mentioning that he should look into therapy. he believes that he doesn’t need it, but you obviously think otherwise. mild disagreements have a tendency to escalate so rapidly and due to such minor triggers that you can barely keep up. when that happens, kazutora will do one of two things:

one, kazutora will shut down completely and sit there in silence with a blank look on his face. he won’t speak to you or even look at you, and his breathing will be erratic as it shudders through his chest. it’s still possible to get through to him this way, because as distant and glossed-over his eyes are, he’s still there with you. he’s still listening. it isn’t uncommon for you to feel his body tilt toward you and silently lean on your shoulder for support while you’re empathizing with his situation. he knows that you’re right; it’s just that resigning himself to accepting the truth is so difficult for him.

or two, kazutora will explode. he’ll be verging on hysterical, eyes brimming with tears as he yells at you to shut up and that you don’t know anything. attempting to converse with him in this state is always both mentally and emotionally draining, because he adamantly refuses to listen to anything you have to say and won’t calm down when you urge him to do so. so, you’ve learned to just wait quietly until his voice withers away into hiccups and sniffles and he pacifies himself on his own.

kazutora almost always apologizes in the end. he’ll plant his face into your shoulder, murmuring apology after apology into your shirt while you simply rub his back and nod. you know that kazutora’s a broken child and that the cross he bears is a tremendous weight on his shoulders. baji is aware of this as well. that’s why you both will always be in his corner, ready to aid him in receiving the help he needs and fully prepared to let his darkness stain your hands black if it means that you can pull him free from the suffocating abyss of his own guilt and self-hatred.

in this bitch, it’s one for all. no one gets left behind, and no one is allowed to suffer on their own.

[rosiethedragongeek]

I feel so sorry for those deathgrippers

We have had basically no real good interaction between hiccup and his mom so far which is so disappointing

Ruffnut being left behind isn't the worst thing this movie has done but I refuse to believe Tuffnut would be that nonchalant Abt it

"you gave him his freedom........what where you expecting" Astrid OF ALL PEOPLE should know how close a bond toothless and hiccup have. Her saying that is not just ooc, it's insulting to her character

I could buy Ruffnut being annoying for the sake of it to annoy Grimmel but, once again, she isn't dumb!

RUFFNUT WOULD NOT REVEAL THE ISLAND ON ACCIDENT SHE ISNT DUMB AND SHE WOULD NOT LEAD THEM STRAIGHT TO IT

The Hidden World is so cool looking! I love the Stormfly's glow

Once again, not a fan of toothless being the king of all dragons

IS THAT DRAGO'S BEWILDERBEAST

AAAHHHBABY HICCUP

Hiccup really is so sweet.

Seeing Stoick cry for Valka is such a sweet moment and that makes the fact that they only had like max 30 minutes together after 20 years all the more bittersweet

Toothless should have just blasted Grimmel. It's not like he's never attacked a human for the safety of his friends before. If they wanted to make the point that toothless is a wild animal (still ignoring everything that came before it) then they should have shown it with something other than just toothless falling in love. Make him more aggressive towards enemies, you know, like how he was before hiccup. Toothless definitely has a body count from before hiccup. They want us to believe these are "just wild animals" but won't properly back it up

Once again, I'm a sucker for anything Hiccstrid. I like the callback to the first movie.

NO TUFF LEAVING HR BEHIND AND BEING CHILL ABOUT IT AND THEN RUFF LEADING THEM BACK TO THE ISLAND PISSES. ME. OFF.

The scenes with Hiccup and Stoick were some of my favorites, and I LOVED that they expanded on the Valka thing omg.

ALSO ASTRID SAYING THAT MAKES ME SO MAD LIKE MY BRSIN SHUTS DOWN I’M SO MAD FUCK

also the Toothless becoming wild thing was handled so bad I hate it. Nothing they did made sense it was such a mess

(Also yesss the Hicstrid parallels are so good I love them)

[bestiesenpai]

itadori + sukuna, twins + babysitting

This is a mix of headcanons and a fic. Also, I’m going to do this as a ‘reader was their babysitter years ago but now everyone is all grown up and seeing each other again’ type thing. And femme reader!

Sorry if Itadori is a little OOC it just fits the plot, tw: dubconish? Maybe?

Babysitting Yuji and Sukuna was fun and an easy way to make money

They were the twins a few years younger than you across the street, so it was only natural for their parents to enlist your help in watching them

The pay was good, and while dealing with Sukunas practically destructive tendencies drained you at times, it was still fun to hang out with them and grow up together

Yuji was nice and sometimes a bit of a crybaby, whether it be because Sukuna did something or because he just wanted to cry that day

He often told Sukuna off for being bad and messing with you, but a lot of the times Yuji was just trying to save face when he and Sukuna got caught doing something troublesome

Sukuna, we already know is a little devil child and lived to annoy you

Ya know the meme of ‘what do you have? A KNIFE! No!’ that is Sukuna lol he knows he can be good and get your attention that way but where is the fun in that?! Answer there is no fun in that

As they get older and their parents don’t call you around anymore, they do get sad and complain

You’re just older than them that they can’t hang out with you outside of you babysitting them, it’d be weird

So they try to let you go, but you’re always in the back their minds, especially when they see you out with friends or something and they can’t stop looking at you

They’ve always had a crush, always.

And when you go away for college every year, they’re devastated. They come to say goodbye and you ruffle their hair like you used to and promise that you’ll visit them when you come back for break

And let’s be real they mark that shit on their calendar and wait for the day you come back

Sukuna is the one to invite you into the house when you come to visit them on your school break. He can’t keep his eyes off the way you fill out your clothes and the way your ass moves when you walk. You’ve grown up a lot, but so have they.

“Aw, I remember this!” You grin, holding up a picture frame of the three of you together the summer you got braces.

“Yeah.” Sukuna chuckles and closes the door. Yuji is here too, awkwardly sitting on his bed and staring at you with hearts in his eyes. Setting down the frame, you fall back onto the bed Yuji is sitting on. Even as they grow older, they still share a bedroom, and you can see Sukunas messy half of the room.

“(Y/N).” Yuji says softly, grabbing your hand in his. This isn’t uncommon for him, he used to beg you to hold his hand when he was younger. Lacing your fingers together, the smile you send him has him squeezing your hand tightly.

Sukuna had been standing at the door for a while now, fiddling with a stereo trying to pick the right background music. Finally settling on something, you don’t hear the click of the lock on the door and you certainly don’t notice the way the two of them share a look.

“Hey (Y/N).” Sukuna grunts, sitting on your other side.

“Yeah?”

“What’s college like? You’ve been there a couple years, you’re a veteran.” He puts an arm around your shoulder, leaning back and making his chest appear bigger to try and impress you.

“I only just started my third year.” Chuckling, you lean into him a little bit.

“Yeah, but still.”

“It’s way different than high school, that’s for sure. You two will like it when you go.”

“I wish we could go to college at the same time!” Yuji groans, curling himself into your side and pouting. “I want to go to classes with you.”

“Fuck classes, I want to go to parties.” Sukuna cuts in. “College parties must be wild, huh? You can tell us, (Y/N).”

“Some of them are.” Wrapping your arm around Yuji, you adjust to let him cuddle more into your side. Sukuna lets out a loud snort and shakes his head, not believing a word you say.

“C’mon (Y/N), you can be honest. I bet all you do at these parties is drink and fuck.” Neither Sukuna nor Yuji have ever spoken to you like that before. Your relationship was always kept PG-13 at most, a few gross crude jokes about making out and having sex when you were younger, but nothing vulgar.

“Well-” Your face flushes with heat, and Yuji is quick to sit up and look at you with owlish eyes.

“Is that true, (Y/N)? You fuck at these parties?”

“Guys!” Slapping a hand over your now burning face, you don’t miss the way they chuckle. “How is that any of your business?”

“C’mon, we aren’t kids anymore! We can talk about this stuff!” Sukuna scoffs, and the arm around your shoulder shakes you from side to side. “Just tell us, it’s not that big a deal.”

“Yeah, we’re older now.” Sitting up a little straighter, Yuji’s hand that was holding yours let's go and settles on your thigh. Biting your lip, you look between the two identical boys. Their stares are unwavering and nearly enough to make you too embarrassed to speak.

“Yes, I have fucked at these parties-” As soon as the words leave your mouth Sukuna lets out a holler and laughs, jostling you further.

“I knew it!”

“What’s it like, (Y/N)?” Yuji questions, and his hand squeezes your thigh tightly. The two of them have fully encased you, making it impossible to squirm out of their hold or escape their eyes.

“I don’t know if I should tell you.” They aren’t the same young kids you used to babysit. They’re fully grown men now, still growing into themselves but old enough that if you saw them at one of your college parties, you wouldn’t bat an eye.

“Please!” It only takes Yuji a little more pushing to get you to crack.

“It’s not that great a lot of the time, really. The boys at my college aren’t the best lay if you can believe it.” Rolling your eyes at the memory of your most recent escapade, you relax a little bit. “I mean honestly, how is it impossible for them to find the clit when I literally point right at it?”

“What a joke!” Sukuna chuckles, and his arm drops to settle around your waist. His fingers splay across your ribs, cupping just under your breast. “(Y/N) if you were with us we could make you feel ten times better!”

“Yeah, okay.” Laughing lightly at the proclamation, you think nothing of the way Yuji wraps his arms around your hips. He’s got a pout on his lips and his fingers start to dip beneath the waistband of your bottoms.

“We’re serious.” He says, eyes scrunched up a little from how intense he is. “We love you (Y/N), we can make you feel better than anyone else.”

“You love me?” Quirking a brow, you look at both of them. Yuji always said he loved you when he was younger, but Sukuna had always denied it with a fierce blush on his cheeks.

“We do, what about it?” There’s the telltale blush on his cheeks. Sukuna can see your smirk and it pisses him off, so much that he pushes you down to the bed.

Wrestling with Sukuna was a pastime the two of you enjoyed when you were annoying one another. He’d push you, you’d push him, and then the two of you would end up in a mess of limbs on the floor. This time felt no different, and you fought back like you always did. Wriggling away from him and trying to pin him down, you somehow ended up in the middle of the bed with Sukuna sitting on your legs.

“Ha, I win.” He says breathlessly. It wasn’t a fair fight to be honest, he and Yuji had begun working out ever since they hit puberty, so his strength easily outmatched yours. You easily conceded and tried to sit up, but Sukuna didn’t budge.

“Let me up.” You try to yank your legs out from under him but he just pushes more of his weight on you. Yuji is on the bed as well, sitting near your chest and looking at you with that same starry eyed look. He’s not looking at you, he’s looking at the way your shirt clings to your chest, the outline of your bra clear as day for him.

“(Y/N), will you let us show you how good we can make you feel?” He asks, licking his lips nervously. His hand settles on your stomach, palm hot and itching to feel your breast. You don’t answer, and they take that as a green light.

Sukuna is the first to take his shirt off, flexing the muscles he’s worked hard to get. Yuji follows suit, and they take their pants off as well, leaving you the most dressed person in the room. There was an argument brewing in the back of your throat, saying that it was wrong to do this since you’d known them for so long. But now, seeing them as they wanted to be seen, burgeoning men that clearly had a desire to be with you, that argument seemed silly.

“What-” You start, and the word catches in your throat for a moment at what you’re about to say. “What did you have in mind?”

“Oh baby.” Sukuna lets out a low groan, an almost sickening grin stretching his cheeks. “We’ve done a lot of research.” His hands are already working your bottoms down your legs, leaving you in your panties.

“(Y/N), lift your arms.” Yuji whispers, tugging your shirt off. They’re both silent when they see your nearly naked body; something they’d fantasized about many times. Leaning down, Yuji kisses you abruptly, and that sets Sukuna off to take your panties off as well. Yuji takes your bra off, placing it with the large pile of clothes on the floor.

Climbing off your legs, Sukuna forces them open, nearly kneeing Yuji in the face when he pushes your legs up.

“Shit. Look at this.” Yanking Yuji by the shoulder, they both settle between your legs and stare directly at your cunt. In that moment, you’re reminded of their inexperience and lack of knowledge, and it’s almost innocent.

Spreading your lower lips with two fingers, Yuji leans forward, puckers his lips, and spits onto your cunt, making it clench around nothing.

Innocence, gone.

“What should we start with first?” Sukuna asks, giving you a once over.

“What do you want to do? I know you always talk about tasting her.” Yuji, always so polite, scoots back and lets his brother take up all the space between your legs.

“Thanks little bro.”

“You’re only older by two minutes.”

“Best two minutes of my life.” Laughing, Sukuna slaps your thighs with both hands and moves to lay on his stomach. “Just relax, (Y/N). We’re going to take good care of you.” Yuji is also laying down with his mouth hovering over one of your nipples.

“Yeah (Y/N).” Yujis breath fans over your nipple, and his eyes are torn between looking at you and looking at your chest. “We love you.”

[lwiamatka-gone]

a motherless girl: exists  calanthe: mine now

[its-snicket-here]

Hc if Rihmaru have a sister with him who is also a slime, who things go with out three fave demons?

I'm assuming you mean Demons and Demon Lords right? bwb

I'm deeply sorry if they're seem to OOC for this ;-;

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Milim

You being a girl slime that is siblings with Rimuru?

Bitch, get ready for Milim being your high school bestie since elementary school. Shit gonna get wild with her.

I would say that she's like the oldest sibling type vibe as being her bestie. Gonna teach you sum stuff being as the whole demon lord thing.

If she can't play with/hang around with Rimuru, she gonna take you instead. There is nothing stopping her to do so.

Will and can drag you everywhere to go goof around. Her favorite thing is to do is pulling mindless pranks on unexacting people all over the places or eating the foods that Rimuru introduced into the world.

Isn't too big on shopping or dressing up honestly. Wants to highly goof around and eat.

She'll probably bring you to the manor where the demon lords in, much to Rimuru's dismay. Though she'll probably try to protect you from the other demon lords, especially Clayman.

The first few times meeting, Milim gets the two of you mixed up in slime forms due the similarly in shape, color, and size (slightly, Rimuru is bigger) to be blunt. Though she had gotten better telling the difference between the two.

If you can cook: Please let Milim have a taste of your cooking. Let her.

Honestly, I feel like Milim would be a great person to be the shoulder to cry on. Like, she'll drop the highly child like attitude to listen to you. If anyone made you sad, there is nothing stopping her beating their ass to a bloody pulp. If nobody is making you sad. In general, I feel like she'll take you somewhere that she goes whenever she feels sad or angry.

Big sister energy

Diablo

Even though he is an intelligent demon. When it comes around you, he becomes a nervous wreck on impressing you due to you being the superior form of being the closest with Rimuru. So no manipulating you. You're special.

He's basically become a total train wreck. Like, dead ass. I feel like whenever you say something that he thinks it's important, he's like this. Especially when it comes to topics that is related to your brother.

Basically Demiurge 2.0, but if Pandora's Actor's personality mushed in.

Will spoil you to no end to impress you.

Breakfast in bed? Check.

Picking out your- Wait you don't have a human form yet.

TIME TO PICK A CORPSE THEN

This of course lead Rimuru scolding and chiding the demon for attempting murder on a woman so you could shift into human too

It's not a fun sight seeing a nearly dead woman screaming bloody murder inside the manor after having an attempt of a night stand.

Personally as a butler to Rimuru, I feel like Diablo would be the one who would fret over you being very healthy and safe.

If you somehow doesn't have the fighting skills or don't want to fight. Then please, let the demon butler fight in your honor. Much more easier to impress you with his powers.

If you're a person that can be easily impressed by anything; you're now his main source of ego boosts.

The fact that's he's trying to impress you is so oblivious to you that there is a running gag where you don't notice him impressing you.

Though if you're feeling sad. He will not hesitate to go kill the person who made you sad. How are they made Lord Rimuru's beloved sister mad?!

Very big on comfort when easing your negative emotions

Though this will lead Rimuru scolding Diablo again if he hears about Diablo going out to kill somebody over you being sad. Despite Rimuru also wanting go strangle that person. He can't afford the Tempest Federation labeled as a threat.

The impresser/fussy butler

Ramiris

She tiny. This causes problems between the two of you when visiting.

For starters, you struggle to keep sight of the fairy when you're distracted with looking around the labyrinth in it's marvelty. To be blunt, you never visited the labyrinth with Rimuru because, haha no body to possess.

Honestly, with Milim and her. There would be tea parties... err... sort of because you really never have a human body. So can't taste anything. Damn you now realize how fucking lucky your brother is.

Though when you actually get a body, thanks to Milim and Ramiris, the three of you celebrated with a shit ton of food and drinks. Diablo still salty about not being the one giving you a body.

Not gonna lie, Ramiris seems to be the type of person who would also be like bragging off her deeds in the past.

Though you must be thick skinned as well because sometimes this tiny ass lady is very truthful/blunt about her feelings/opinions. Though very great when needed on fashion.

This bitch gonna turn you into a pretty slime. No buts, ifs, or whats.

Though she knows when to drop her prideful ass when you're not in the mood of it. She knows when to stop being snarky or blunt with her opinions.

Also a great person to cry on. Though unlike Milim and Diablo who would go fucking nuts if somebody else made you cry. She would tell you not to listen to them and give them insults for you to laugh at.

As a person who lived her long life before Milim, I feel like she's a mix of being a great guardian and a friend that you could look up too.

Additionally, she'll lower her blunt attitude even more if you're a person who is insecure and emotional when encountered with negative emotions. She'll become even more over protective over you.

A guardian friend

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Diablo rushed through the corridors, seeming to be in a worried rush. This morning when he came to bring in your breakfast, you weren't there sleeping. Your bed was left in a mess and your drawers were opened. There is no way you were woken up in a rush haven't you? Seems like he is going to give you some scolding when he finds you. Sensing your magicules inside one of the doors, he hastily open the door to only be greeted by his lady and two women he never encountered.

"My lady! There you are!" He claimed. Milim and Ramiris looked at Diablo in confusion, as you looked at Diablo in shock. You were rather startled with Diablo's sudden entrance inside the game room. You were in your human form that represented a child, much, much shorter than Rimuru. About Gobta's size perhaps. Diablo whisked you up in his arms, ignoring the fact that you were occupied with playing a board game with the two women.

"H-hey!"

"My lady, you shouldn't have run off like that before breakfast! Not eating-"

"Let my best friend go you weirdo!" Yelled Milim. She glared at Diablo, not amused that the demonic butler just came in uninvited and whisked her bestie up in the middle of a game. Right besides her was a plateful of snacks and sandwiches that she was hoarding as well a pissed off Queen of Spirits.

"Don't you have a pair of eyes? Can't you see we're in a middle of a game!" Diablo seem irked, annoyed the idea that it was this woman and a short stack that whisked away his lady first before eating. Even more irked that they also made his lady eat junk food as breakfast.

"Well I'm deeply sorry for not seeing the two of you with how short you are."

"What did you say?!"

"Take that back!"

You nervously look between the two parties, seeming to be in great discomfort being in the middle ground of a soon to be fight. Slowly shifting into your slime form, you slipped through the demon's arms and scurried away quietly - hoping to find your brother to at least ease the situation.

Though you're not blessed with sight like your brother...

CRASH

"What was that?"

"Never mind that! Where's my bestie?!"

"Augh! Thanks to you, now she's gone!"

"Hey, guys?" In came an Kijin woman who were dressed in a purple attire. In her arms was another blue slime, that was slightly bigger than his sister, resting under her breasts.

"Lord Rimuru!"

"Bestie!"

"Rimuru!"

"Where's my sister?"

[natsukitakama]

Ahh alright then, thank you 🙏🏻

Then could I please get Nsfw alphabet (season 4) Floch Forster A, B, D, E, F, I, N, O, S and W with a fem s/o please

Author note : To be honest I was actually excited to work on that, because I barely got the chance to work for Floch. Despite what people might think I find him quite interesting and yet so difficult to understand. I hope it won’t be too OOC, I really take time to read couple of chapters just to see how he is behaving toward people. 

Warning : Obviously NSFW / Everyone is aged up / Floch being dirty / Fem reader. It might contain degradation kink, spit etc. 

Disclaimer : I know some Aot’s fan are not quite found of Floch which I can understand but don’t bully me or anyone for writing them and I won’t tolerate people shaming my anon for requesting something for Floch. 

I tried to find a good picture of him I'm sorry 

Masterlist

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) 

Well he is neither the best nor the worst. Obviously he won’t let you in your mess, but he won’t be the one to massage your legs too. He is just too cope in the moment. Things being said, if you’re feeling too sore after your session he wouldn’t mind cleaning you up and bringing you some water or foods if you feel like this. Definitely would crack a joke or two and might praise himself, especially if you’re feeling sore.

One thing he really loves, is to chill on his bed with you on hist chest. Cliche or not, he really enjoy having you close to him right after having sex with you. So it won’t be a surprise that after getting clean have a drink together he will prepare the bed.  And if after your bath you’re still feel weak or anything, he might take things in own hands he would either massage your sore body or will look after something to heal the pain away. 

B -  Body Part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

When Floch likes something, he won’t be afraid to tell you so. It won’t be a surprised for you, when you felt a hand on your ass stroking it as you two were waking together. He is absolutely in love with your legs and ass your hips too, there something about the way you move your hips when you’re walking that never feel to make him hard. Of course he would definitely say it casually, like one second you two might be talking about titans or political subjects and you would move softy and then he would straightly tell you « damn you look good with those pants you should wear more often ».  This attitude of his never changed even after Shinganshima event. He even became more dirty with you. When he used to brush his hand against your thigh when you were eating together, he nows put his hand closer to where you wanted to without getting close enough, his thumb would caress very softy the inner of your thigh, sometimes he would be fine by just grab your thigh. When he used to put a hand or your ass when you were talking to someone, he knows grab it firmly or slap it. He enjoy seeing you getting flustered and he enjoys even more seeing the decomposer of the poor guy who thought it was a good idea to hit on you. 

When it came to him, he is pretty proud of his arm and tone chest. He is pretty well-build and he knows that it can be impressive, he also tends to love the fact the his whole chest can cover your body whether you’re below him or when you two just hug. Also he loves his biceps because when he got Wilde on you, it’s a part of his body with his shoulder and back where you tends to scratch the most. He works hard for his body so he except you to thank him by worship him. Everytime he felt you hug one of his arm or just feel your hand on his hand as you were grabbing his arm muscle it never felt to stroke his ego, he knows you love his arm as much as he loves them. 

D - Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

He is always claiming that he is whole dom in bed, well in a way he isn’t wrong. When he wants to dominate you he won’t be afraid to put matters in his own hand much to your pleasure, but there’s time when he is too needy to dominate you and each tome he got all pooty on your hand expecting you to taking care of him. When he is on the mood, you might be able to be on the top the whole time and he won’t mind at all, getting all flustered, a mess because of you is something he enjoy even if he claimed after that he was just testing the water. All you have to do is to reminds him that testing the water didn’t involve him getting you all cream pie because he came a lot, multiple time. 

Despite enjoying to edge you until you’re crying for mercy, he really and I mean REALLY enjoy when you’re the one that edging him, it’s even better when you decided to give him what you he wants but instead of letting cum once you actually overstimulate him. Do it until he’ll cry, you might think that you broke his ego or something but no don’t worry about it. He is switch, he doesn’t want to admit it but he is. He daydreams a lot about you being on the top of him. He wants you to be dirty on him. 

E - Experience (How experienced are they ? Do they know what they’re doing ?) 

I do not believe he got time to actually date multiple people, I believe that when you two started dating you were is first of everything. But he won’t admit that, so it took you a lot of times until getting intimate with him. Not that he didn’t want that, but he didn’t want to look weak not after claiming to you that he was Shinganshima Hero. No no. He needed to pretend he got experienced, so obviously he started to listen to soldier’s talking a bit more, everything they got explicit he just listen carefully to learn a lot of things and he was caught listening to them all he had to do was to smirk them as if he could do better than them. It’s not like he didn’t know how to do it, but he was aware that you needed more time than him to actually getting ready and the worst for him would be to hurt you while putting his dick in you. So he wanted to be sure to be able to give you the foreplay you deserve. 

When he thought he got enough information, he started to be explicit with you. Again, he is way too honest with everyone so when he decided that he felt okay to have sex with you he told you so. It could be a more romantic, but we’re taking about Floch. 

F - Favourite Position ( this goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) 

Even though he claims being pretty open-minded with sex (which he is), he does have his favourite things to do with you in bed. Whenever he feels dominant or submissive, there’s some positions which he loves to take you even though during the do he tends to change. 

Doggy style : First, having you on four for him he is favorite position. He just love to have his neck around your neck while the other is on your hip grabbing it firmly, just so he could grind you against the mattress. He loves the power he got from this position, it feels so good for him and he could lean his body just to brush every good spot inside of you. When he feels extra dominant, he would talk extra dirty, he would slap your ass and even grab your hair. If you thought he would be soft on you, you were wrong at least not with this position. It gave him a huge ego boost. 

Andromaque : When he feels cocky or in need, he would just lay back on his bed, head behind his head as he watches you bouncing on his body, using him for your own pleasure. Whenever he felt like this, he would either grab your ass or slap it while moving his hip faster. He may have something with your ass cause everytime it’s on display he can’t help but either grab it or slap it he just have to do it. He wants your ass to be marked by him, seeing you struggling while sitting or anything just the fact that he is the reason of your struggling, another ego boost for him. 

Anvil : When he feels like this, sometime he would have your body close to him as he is moving his hips against you. The way his body is moving slowly but strongly against you, his hand would stroke your face or your hair. Everything he would do is careful and loving, he would treat you as if you were made of glass. It’s pretty rare and OOC for him to do it, it happened during time when he can’t stop thinking about the shinganshima event. In order to cure him from his trauma, he uses sex and especially vanilla sexe so he could just appreciate the moment and your warmth to help him focus on the present. 

Missionary : Sometimes he would tolerate missionary but just because he could hold your neck firmly and spit into your mouth and he is fucking you dumb. The problem about this position is even though he got a huge access to your clit he can’t spank you the way he wants to. But he counterbalance that with the way your boobs is moving up and down and he is moving his hip deep into you 

I - Intimacy (how they are during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

As I was explaining earlier, most of the time he is on the dominant side. He was already cocky and a bit pride, but then Shinganshima and he became colder and yet in need of control he merely looses his life back then, the thought of not having control about what was about to happen might trigger him. So now, he is need of controlling everything. And yet sometimes, when he feels extra needy or when he feels like he needs your attention he would be more submissive. 

More submissive in the way that he would allow you to be on the top of him, or he would take extra care of you, he would kiss you a lot to the point both of you might lose your breath. He is not vanilla at alt, so expect a lot of degrading stuff, dirty talk, he would bring some pain in bed nothing too serious but he knows you can take it. He is also very talkative in bed, always saying how good you’re taking him, how well you’re prepared for him, what a good slut you are. 

Don’t expect any I love you during the act, it’s very primal for him not a way to show you his love but more his devotion or desire. 

N - NO (something they wouldn’t do,  turn offs) 

He is absolutely against everything that involve someone else, why would he bother getting someone in his bed when he got you around his fingers ? What make them thinking they were worth of his time ? Although he won’t mind if someone was watching us trying to be discreet, he would gladly sent them a smirk while getting rougher on you just for the pleasure of knowing someone is watching him. He doesn’t want to share you but would gladly share his time. 

He won’t do anything that involve physical fluid except saliva (if you think that bastard won’t spent into your mouth when he feels extra dirty you’re so wrong). Because of what happened in Shinganshima and because he tends to be more violent now, he doesn’t like anything that involve blood, one time he bit your shoulder way too harder and you end up bleeding from his bite, it kills his mood. There’s so many violence around him, he doesn’t want to be violent on you. 

Although he doesn’t mind you being on the top, he would never allow you to put anything in him,  getting on four isn’t a possibility for him. He is a switch but won’t accept to be too submissive.  

O - Oral ( preference in giving or receiving skill, etc)

Alright due to his huge ego, 99% of the time he wants you on your kneel for him and act like the good slut you are. He absolutely love when you are on your kneel for him while he stood up, put both of his hands on either side of your head as he throat fucking you. Take it and he would reward you after. If you’re teasing his head too much, or give it extra attention he would switch into a more needy side and he would anything and I mean anything to cum, and if you’re overstimulated him he might call you Queen. 

He won’t mind giving you head, but use most of the time as a reward or a way to get a quickie, like he would make you cum on his pretty skill tongue and then stood up quickly put you face against the wall as he got his way into you. He is pretty good with his mouth, he loves writing his name on your clit with his tongue or fucking you with it. He would tease you a lot with his finger brushing against your G-Spot without actually hitting hit, it can also be a way to « break » you so would be nothing but a crying mess for him. 

S - Stamina ( How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last) 

He is soldier so I believe his stamina is quite strong, he can last easily for twenty thirty minute when he feels like it. Although he is pretty sensitive especially around his head which might force him to not last as long as he wanted to (especially if you’re clenching around him, do it and he would moan like a bitch). But because he is pretty sensitive at his head, he tends to get overstimulated very easily which is good when you’re taking the lead and want to punish him or something but it might be troublesome if you just wanted another round and he just needs some time to breath and calme down. 

I think he can do two proper rounds without being too sensitive, if you’re going through his rounds he would start moaning, and if you’re being extra generous with his hands he would be putty in your hand. But you two are down, all he wants to do is having you on his chest taking his breath and just sleeps, he is not the strongest. 

W - Wild card ( Get a random head canon for the character of your choice) 

One of his most dirty fantasies, is to tactually take you during a Yeagarist meeting not necessarily for a orgy (even though he would be turn of by the thought) but just the fact that he is taking in front people that might be interested on you, just the way of showing to everyone that he is actually a god, that thought never failed to bring him close to his climax. It might be a voyeurism kink or maybe deep down he is into orgy I don’t know, but he loves stroking his dick while thinking about you two fucking while surrounded by people masturbante in front of you. 

[inukag]

I've seen some people say that Yashahime is canon only to the OG anime, but I'd make the argument that it's not even that! Think about it:

While the Inuyasha anime did mess around with the manga lore or make up their own here and there, they still did bring to attention some lore that they CLEARLY ignore/retcon in Trashahime. Like in one of the 1st episodes of the OG anime where Myoga explains how Tessaiga was made to protect Izayoi, Inuyasha's mother. Yet, later on in Yashahime we find through a flashback that Touga apparently had Tessaiga long before he met Izayoi? What?

I actually talked about this next one with @loveyou-x3000 a long while back, but remember Hosenki l? Remember on how in the OG anime we found out he was the one whole created the black pearl that was in Inuyasha's eye? Well, I apparently found out that by Yashahime's logic, the black pearl was created by Izayoi's or somebody's tears? I'm sorry, but how does that make sense? (Correct me if I'm wrong there)

They even ignore the lore they created themselves from the OG anime, like when InuKag give Moroha the lip stick shell that was destroyed by Naraku in the Anime-only episode "Tragic Love Song of Destiny". What, am I just supposed to assume that InuYasha's been walking around with a bunch of his mother's old make-up stuff this whole time? And that he never thought to give one to Kagome, his wife, even tho he gave it to Kikyou and his own daughter?

Let's also not forget what the director has said in one of the recent interviews about demons apparently throwing their kids out in the wild as a "test of courage and cowardice", AKA Demon parents apparently not caring about their kids and abandoning them similar to how lions apparently treat their cubs. This absolute bullshit because not only is this not true in the manga, but the OG anime itself has shown several examples of demons caring about and raising their kids!!! Think about Shippo's dad, that little cat demon's dad when Inu trained with Totosai, Kuroro (demon cat that looks like Kirara), that demon dad who got his head chopped off by Hokudoshi, and even that insect demon that Jeniji killed who went out to teach its offspring how to hunt and feed! Its important too note that a good chunk of these parents are anime-only characters.

Hell, even the demon parents who didn't get to raise their kids still gave a fuck about them!!! Just look at Shiori's dad who clearly had every intention of raising his kid and even when he was dead STILL came back to protect her from her grandfather! What about Jeniji's dad who left his farm to his son so that both he and his mother would have a place to call home!?

What about Touga who sacrificed his own life so that his hanyou son could live??? (And that was from one of the movies mind you, so its anime lore.)

So now your telling me that the demon way of parenting was to leave your kids out in the middle of the woods when they're not even old enough to hold up their heads by themselves? If the OG anime series and movies followed that logic, then Touga wouldn't have even bothered to save Inuyasha's life on the night of his birth. Better yet, Touga could've just left Inuyasha in that fire, but saved Izayoi. He wouldn't have even bothered to give InuYasha his name if he just figured that his son failed his "test of courage" for being in that fire that he surely would have perished in if Touga didn't get there in time.

Also, and you can correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't Yashahime's director HIMSELF (who worked on the OG anime too) say that a certain pairing that I won't name was never depicted as romantic in the original anime series? We all know it wasn't in the manga, but a while back I swear I read an interview where the director said it was never depicted in the anime either. Clearly, Yashahime threw that out the window, too.

And finally, I don't think I have to mention the retconning of all if the OG cast's character developments that were CLEARLY SHOWN IN THE OG ANIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And that is why I don't think Trashahime can even be considered canon to the anime either. I rest my case.

(Sorry for the long post. I just had to vent and get that out of my system)

Don’t worry about venting! I agree with what you said there, I would love to add more plotholes and inconsistencies that are in Yashahime to your list but... I get exhausted just thinking about it lmao

The Tessaiga retcon is especially bad. First, like you said both in the anime and manga it is said that Tessaiga was forged for Inuyasha’s mother, who in Sunrise-canon was born 200 years ago, but in Yashahime Toga had Tessaiga and was using a perfect meido zangetsuha 500 years ago to destroy the comet... 

^^ He literally has Tenseiga on his hip even though Tenseiga was created to take Meido Zangetsuha out of Tessaiga lmao

You’re not wrong about the black pearl and Hosenki. Hosenki II says in chapter 298 that he and his father “cultivate” the pearls, it has nothing to do with tears, and Inuyasha’s father commissioned the black pearl before his death... 

The rouge / lipstick is not even a different rouge, they imply in episode 15 that it’s the same one Inuyasha gave to Kikyo, but Riku somehow found it and gave it to Hosenki II for some reason. 

That raises SO many questions... When did Riku find the pieces of the rouge? Was he spying on Kikyo and Inuyasha this whole time?? How did he know the rouge belonged to Izayoi?? Is he a time traveler?? Why did Riku and Hosenki II even work together to create the new black pearl?? Is this ever going to be addressed??

Oh man the interviews... I get a headache every time I read them. Personally, I don’t really think it’s ooc for Sesshomaru to set up some kind of rite or trial for his hanyo daughters to prove their strength. I never imagined him being soft and loving with them, especially not with the way he treated Inuyasha. But like you said, it’s definitely not a universal yokai thing, we all know that. Sesshomaru is just Like That lmao. I still don’t understand why his “rite” had to take 14+ years, why it involves Kirinmaru and Zero and what it has to do with Inuyasha, Kagome and Moroha...? If he wants to make his daughters go through that, that’s his business, there’s no need to also ruin Moroha’s childhood by letting her parents rot in the border to the after life when he could get them out whenever he wants (since he can go through the gate to the afterlife thanks to Tenseiga).

Other hilarious things that Sumisawa mentioned in the last interview: - Moroha knows Sesshomaru’s scent because he’s famous amongst demons - Everyone call the girls “yashahime” because Treekyo started the trend (no one was there to hear Treekyo except the girls...?)  - Kirinmaru met Jesus Christ and Buddha at some point 

And probably other stuff I’m forgetting... I’m so tired lol

[animensfw-smut]

Can I request a weird one where it is werewolf! Bakugo x reader where bakugo lose control due to it being a full moon near reader (he didn't realise it was gunna be a full moon), so as a werewolf he chases/attacks and hurts reader. But he turns back at sunrise just after he hurt her, so he panics and rushes her to a hospital, fluff at the end, reader is a bit nervous but gets better with him after his comfort in the hospital where he apologises and tells her that he is back and wont hurt her ❤❤❤

Of course you can! 🥰 

Bakugo is sort of OOC in this one because i wanted him to be kind of like a sub, and always wanting the attention of his s/o like head pats, cuddles, hugs, and kisses etc.

WARNINGS: Bakugo being a lil’ bit violent, slight angst with happy ending, mentions of blood.

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*Third pov*

“Hey baby boy, are you done staring outside yet? The movie’s about to start.”

Katsuki silently nodded. He had a strange feeling in his gut that something wasn’t right and that he was missing something. Shaking his head to rid himself of these thoughts, he sat himself next to (y/n), cuddling up to her on the couch.

Katsuki liked to snuggle up to (y/n) and cling to her whenever he had the chance. It was probably because he was a werewolf and enjoyed getting attention from her, and he especially loved her playing with his hair.

As the movie continued to play, his eyelids drooped, the background music and the soft gentle hands threading through his hair lulling him to sleep. A warm smile painted (y/n)’s face as she looked at Katsuki’s cute sleeping face.

“Ahhh, how cute~” Leaning down, she gave a sweet kiss to Katsuki’s lips, loving the taste of caramel that invaded her mouth. She looked outside, aware that it was near midnight,

“Hmm, it’s a full moon tonight. I’m sure there was a reason why he doesn’t visit me on these days...” Her eyes widened as she recalled what he said,

“Shit.” (y/n) took a deep breath, gently lowering Katsuki’s supposedly sleeping body to the couch, careful not to wake him. He stirred slightly and (y/n) held her breath until he stopped moving. Letting out a small sigh of relief, she turned around to head back into her own room to lock the door and be away from Katsuki as the full moon passes.

 Creeping back to her room, she was stopped by strong arms that wrapped around her waist. She froze.

“H-Hey. Th-Thought you were taking a nap, b-baby...” An animalistic growl escaped his throat. She shivered as her hands came up to cover his,

“M-Mind letting me go? I’m about to go sleep.” His arms tightened as he threw her to the nearest wall.

“Ugh...” Her back ached, blood escaping from her mouth as she tried to stand up. Katsuki had a wild look on his face, his gaze filled with bloodlust and the intent to kill.

“Hah...” She took in mouthfuls of air, wincing at the pain every now and then. Getting to her feet, she placed her hand on the wall for support, her eyes watching Katsuki’s every movement.

“K-Katsu... It’s (y/n), y-you know, your girlfriend?” He let out a growl. (y/n) deadpanned,

‘Clearly he doesn’t know, that’s why he attacked you. Way to go (y/n)...’

Katsuki rushed towards her again, his nails growing sharper into claws and his fangs growing longer. His tail swished violently with how fast he moved.

In a blink of an eye, he stood in front of her, and the next, his claws had impaled her stomach. 

“Fuck...” (y/n) closed her eyes tightly before grabbing Katsuki into a tight hug. Sounds of diapproval came from Katsuki’s mouth as he struggled in her grip.

“Hey, calm down, baby boy...” She brought him to the floor, her fingers playing with his hair as he slowly fell limp against her, weakened by the touch. Brushing his hair up, she planted a kiss on his forehead,

“That’s it... F-Focus on the touch, come back to me...”  Blood started dripping from the corners of her mouth as her vision began to blur. Katsuki stirred ‘awake’, suddenly aware of what was going on. His eyes widened with shock as he looked down at (y/n).

“H-Hey, (y/n)! D-Don’t die! I-I’m s-sorry! Please!!! Don’t leave me...!”

“I-It’s not your f-fault...” She drifted off, fainting from the blood loss. Katsuki was in shock before he immediately rushed out of the house to bring her to the nearest hospital.

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It had been two days since that happened. Katsuki didn’t leave (y/n)’s side for even a second, scared that when she woke up he wouldn’t be there.

Right now, he was resting his head on top of his arms, fallen into a deep sleep. He was tired since he had worried throughout this whole time. He was scared that (y/n) wouldn’t want to be with him anymore because of his change in character whenever it was a full moon. He felt guilty that he had hurt the one he loved.

As the monitor beeped steadily, (y/n)’s eyes slowly opened, but they quickly closed when her vision was filled with a bright white.

‘Man, it’s so bright. If i didn’t know any better, I’d think i was in heaven.’ She chuckled inwardly at her thought before reaching for the glass of water beside her bed. Taking big gulps of water to soothe her parched throat, her eyes softened when they landed on Katsuki. Her eyes traced his tired features, dark eye bags forming under his eyes and his hair all messed up. She reached her hand up to smooth his hair,

“Cute...” Katsuki leaned into her touch before waking up. His tired eyes met with her eyes as he looked up. Katsuki’s lips quivered and his eyes started to fill with tears as he hugged the life out of (y/n).

“I-I’m sorry (y/n)! P-Please, I-I didn’t mean to h-hurt you! I would n-never dream of it...! Please don’t b-break up with me... I n-need you...” A soft smile lighted up her features when she cradled his face in her hands,

“I know, baby. I know you would never want to hurt me, and i know you didn’t mean it. I would never leave you because i need you too! And look, I’m alright. It’s fine! It just means we’ll have to see how we can control your blood lust when it’s a full moon. After all, i don’t want you to suffer and leave me whenever it’s a full moon.” Katsuki sniffled slightly and nodded, cuddling up to (y/n).

‘At least no one died...’ She slapped herself mentally for that thought.

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I hope this was acceptable! I kind of changed the plot slightly i think? I made Bakugo a softie instead of being like his usual self, but if this wasn’t satisfactory and you wanted Bakugo to be more like his usual self, please feel free to request again! 😊

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Incest! Katsuki x Little sister! Reader (No.4).

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I'll always remember Devin Grayson as the woman who wrote Nightwing getting raped by a supervillain and then tried to pass it off as "wasn't rape, just nonconsensual"...which is LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF RAPE, YOU HACK!

MSL: Male rape is a topic rarely touched on in comics. Why is it suited to bring it into Nightwing?

DEVIN GRAYSON: For the record, I’ve never used the word “rape,” I just said it was nonconsensual (I know, aren’t writers frustrating? *smiles*) [x] 

Yeah there is no other word for what happened in Nightwing #93 other than rape...I can’t imagine why she would say otherwise. She did technically apologize, but that was ten or so years later. So she eventually, finally did come out and just admit what everyone already knew, but she was still way too late to actually fix any of the damage she caused with how she completely mishandled things. I also don’t think her little apology begins to cover all the issues I have with her. 

Devin’s characterization of Dick is just so, so freaking twisted to me. Really, I don’t think there is a Nightwing writer I despise more than Devin Grayson. The interviews I’ve read from her give me the creeps:

DG: The way I think about him [Dick], he likes everyone, he’s sort of a contact junkie - just this incredibly physical (and attractive) person who lives wholly in the corporeal plane and responds with - processes things in - his body before his head or heart. I imagine that he can be hypnotized by a touch the way other people can be stopped dead in their tracks by the sight of money or the promise of true love. I think he likes kicking and kissing in almost equal measure - except kissing edges out ahead because you can do it for longer and it leads to nicer things. [x]

Yeah that’s fucking unsettling. This is Devin being gross and projecting her sexual fantasy’s onto Dick. And she very much invented this extreme view of Dick as obsessively physical. Pre-52 Dick was always written as a master strategist, an unparalleled leader, one of the best detectives in the world, outside of Devin’s writing. Her fantasy version of Dick doesn’t mesh with that...Dick wouldn’t be capable leader if he’s “thinking with his body” (whatever that means) all the time. He’s survived this long because he’s intelligent and logical. Frankly, Devin’s take on things doesn’t even make any freaking sense. But it gets worse: 

DDG: I’m writing a novel for WB right now that he’s in and I have one scene where Batman has to stop a fight before it gets out of control, and most of the people he can just yell or glare at, but with Dick, he just stands really close behind him and Dick freezes. That’s not supposed to be a sexual thing (though it is kinda hot! ::laughs::), it’s an understanding on Bruce’s part that his physical proximity will speak just as quickly and loudly to Dick as his voice, maybe even be processed faster.

What the actual fuck. You’ve probably guessed it based on how that little scenario played out. Devin ships Dick with Bruce. 

DG: And now think about being a very physical and naturally gregarious and loving person and growing up with someone like Bruce. Then add in the confusion about his status - a “ward” is something you stop being the minute you turn eighteen. Having already lost his parents and then hurling into adolescence at the speed he did...in my personal version of the story, he develops sexual desire and social anxiety about the future at the same time, and this leads to tremendous confusion, on his part, about his role in Bruce’s life. He can’t be a ward forever, in the back of his head he knows he won’t be Robin forever...what is he to this man who is at once his best friend and personal savior, personal god? “Son” is what they eventually settle on, but I think when Dick was in his late teens, the idea of “lover” must have run through his mind (which means, really, as we’ve already discussed, it ran through his body).

Wild that Dick is usually written as incredibly intelligent and emotionally cognizant (was able to puzzle out Damian’s complex motivations and needs when no one else in Damian’s life could for example) and yet Devin thinks he’s not able to sort out that he’s not supposed to make sexual advances towards his father. And by wild I mean stupid as fuck. And, just fyi, Devin goes with the version of events where Bruce took Dick in when he was eight years old! So he’s pretty fucking young when this is all happening! Just when you thought it couldn’t get more disgusting. 

Eventually, much later, Dick gets distracted by other relationships and is able to ease up enough on Bruce for Bruce to relax into his own comfort-level of kindness and affection again (once the threat of sexuality has been removed) and they carry on more or less unharmed. But the relationship remains incredibly powerful and intense for Dick, who ends up feeling apologetic, rejected, and confused on top of all the other issues we already know exist between the two of them. Dick responds to Bruce - or really I should say Batman, since that’s who his relationship is with - on every single level.

So, according to Devin, Dick views Bruce as his “personal god” and is incredibly submissive to and possessive of him. That’s why Devin’s writing is littered with scenes like this: 

Gotham Knights #17

Where Dick acts incredibly awkward and “apologetic” about dating Barbara, because of how he previously made sexual advances towards Bruce in Devin’s fantasy world. Also with Devin, Dick spends a lot of his time stuttering every time Bruce is in the room, even though he’s usually a smooth talker, very chatty, and that’s because of the supposed “intensity” of Bruce and Dick’s relationship. And then there are scenes like this: 

Gotham Knights #18

Where Dick uncharacteristically and disproportionately loses his cool at the slightest insinuation against Bruce and is reduced to an angry hot head. Dick has been noted to be incredibly level headed; he’s also famous for being a mediator among the hero community...this behavior is a complete departure from the way he would normally act under other writers. Dick’s also been one to level plenty of criticisms towards Bruce himself. This sudden personality change where Dick thinks Bruce can do no wrong, where no one can criticize Bruce in Dick’s presence without him absolutely blowing up, where he suddenly can’t control his emotions over the littlest things...it really exists primarily in Devin’s writing. It’s incredibly OOC behavior and it’s rooted in Devin’s sexual fantasies frankly. 

Devin’s writing is also where Dick, despite being incredibly dedicated and monogamous in all of his previous relationships, suddenly became a womanizer. Literally, everyone was written as wanting to get into Dick’s pants: Rose Wilson was reduced to a giddy teenager because of Dick, random women in the streets would comment on how cute Nightwing was, a mob boss’s daughter who was only 15 years old was obsessed with Dick and made advances, Dick had a one night stand with Huntress because she reminded him of Bruce, Bruce called Dick “Hunk Wonder,” Dick undressed in front of fucking Deathstroke (and there was a newspaper with “Richard Wilson” on it as a sly little wink towards the audience), psycho vigilante Tarantula is obsessed with Dick to the point of raping him, the list goes on. If you want more samplings of how freaking disgusting and sex-obsessed Devin was when it came to Dick, look no further than her gross Inheritance book, where she ships Dick with everyone from Green Arrow to Aquaman (here are some quotes if you’re a masochist). And since Dick “thinks with his body” or whatever, Devin’d write him as receptive (or very oblivious) when it comes to this attention. 

Gotham Knights #10

Nightwing (1996) #107

Another thing that made me extremely uncomfortable is how Devin would always have strangers and villains, especially older men--people who Dick very much did not know and wouldn’t appreciate being in his personal space--be all grabby with him. Please leave him alone. 

Nightwing and Huntress #2

There Dick is, “hypnotized” in place by Huntress’s touch. Kill me. It is also especially messed up that Devin suddenly turned Dick into some sexual, warm-blooded hot head at the same time as she decided to introduce him as Romani. 

Q: How could him being Romani be used to inform his characterization?

It reinforces his “otherness” where Bruce is concerned in what I think is a useful, interesting way...It also presents the opportunity for there to be a slight chip on his shoulder, which maybe speaks to his scrappiness. It also maybe gives him a slightly deeper way to relate to someone like Helena--someone who is white but other--and gives the people who love (or lust after) him a potential cultural excuse for feeling as bewitched as they sometimes do. I also just love the idea of Bruce occasionally calling him “hot blooded” just to mess with him, because Dick would of course deny being so in an extremely hot-blooded manner. [x]

Her feeding into the fetishizing of biracial individuals is just disgusting and wrong. If there’s a racist stereotype available Devin really goes out of her way to make sure she includes it in her writing huh. 

Gotham Knights #20

And Bruce being a racist jerk is not charming Devin, it’s terrible. Barbara used slurs also, and was very dismissive of Dick’s reaction to Bruce’s actions...that was also horrible. It’s awful that Dick’s own family would apparently treat him this way. Obviously, Dick isn’t the only one that Devin would write out of character. 

It’s all just so messed up to me, I can’t stand it. When I first read her comics, even when it wasn’t blatant like above, I would feel something subtly off...and once I read her interviews I can’t help but notice these horrible underlying insinuations in all of her work, in so many seemingly “innocent” scenes. There are a lot of big things she’s known for (her horrible treatment of Dick’s Romani heritage and his rape for example) but all these subtle, insidious little details that people don’t even really register...they are equally frustrating to me. Seeing sects of the fandom pick up these details (like, the idea that Dick doesn’t understand personal boundaries, the idea that he’s a hot head, the idea that he’s a womanizer, etc.) when I know a lot of it stems nearly solely from Devin’s crappy characterization and writing of Dick...it’s hard. 

Q: Further to that, if Dick is gay, what kind of guy is his type?

DG: ...Type isn’t as important as passion and opportunity. Because of his psycho-sexual makeup, the other key factor would be a sense that he means something to that other man, that his “surrender” is making that man happy, allowing him to bring pleasure to someone (as he was never allowed to do for Bruce). There’s also a sense, if I may be so bold, of needing to be “caught” and “held down” - this going back to the trauma of losing his parents...being strong and passionate and heroic and virile and loving with a woman is fantastic, he lives for that. But he lost both parents. There is also a part of him that longs to be pinned down and loved a little bit savagely and hurt just enough to reassure him that he’s alive. Man, I’m totally gonna get fired when this comes out....

Literally makes me want to barf. That is supposed to be a professional, official writer at DC. Could go on forever.