#Mink x Reader

[emelinstriker]

Mink (Ink MK) ♡ Opinions

Minky-Mink needs love too y'know.

Even if some people disagree with the choice of one's lover based on past experiences with said inky entity...

Also not gonna lie, I probably got the layout of Flower Fruit Mountain messed up cuz I just went purely by memory, so if something changed over the course of the show, and it shouldn't be like that in the current timeframe of the story, just ignore it- I can't be bothered with looking back at all the episodes involving the mountain and whatever happens on it- fdhgnfdhghfdg

Art drawn by me

♡ ~ Fluff ~ ♡ 

You and your friend MK were walking towards the waterfall on Flower Fruit Mountain. MK was supposed to train with Monkey King today, and you just decided to go with him to visit Sun Wukong again after not having seen him since the beach party you had following the downfall of the Brotherhood. You even brought some peach-flavored snacks for him!

Once MK split the waterfall and you entered, you almost immediately spotted Wukong seemingly napping on his peach tree. MK decided to grab his attention, "Monkey King! We're here!"

Monkey King opens his eyes and grinned, lazily waving. "Hey, bud. You're early." Then he noticed you before jumping off the tree to talk to the two of you. "Oh hey, (Y/N). What brings you here today? I don't think you said anything about joining in on training."

You shook your head, waving your hand dismissively as you let out a nervous chuckle. "Oh- Ah, no... I'm just here to visit. I haven't seen you since the beach party... And I brought snacks for you!" You then began to drop your backpack to shuffle around in it, grabbing some of the peach-flavored snacks. MK just stared at you in both awe and shock... How did you manage to fit all of those in there?! Meanwhile, Wukong snickered at the sight of all those snacks in your arms. He crossed his arms with a grin.

"Oh damn, you brought a lot... You sure these are for me? I could just, you know, use my hair and recreate those... Would've been a lot less expensive-" "No, no! I insist!" You interrupted him with a sheepish smile. "I'd rather have you eat actual food than food made from your hair, to be honest. It's a lot more comforting not having to ignore the fact that your food would technically be made out of your hair."

Wukong shrugged as he took the snacks from you. "Eh, point taken." He then glanced back over to your backpack and paused as something caught his eye. And yet, he didn't say anything as he slowly frowned in suspicion. His frown was quickly masked by a smile. "So, do you guys wanna come in?"

You grabbed your backpack off the ground and nodded before making your way inside with MK. Placing your bag on the couch, you turn back towards Wukong with a small smile as you place your backpack against the side of the couch. "Thanks for letting me hang out with you two, Monkey King. Otherwise I would've just spent the entire day at Pigsy's."

He waved his hand dismissively, "Don't mention it. It's a lot more fun hanging with me and MK than at the noodle shop, if I'm being honest here." He said kind of smugly. "Who knows what could happen next? What kind of adventures await us while simply being in this room?" Monkey King added dramatically. Then his eyes landed on your backpack again as he got suspicious once more. Just to make sure of what he saw, his eyes flickered golden for a moment to confirm your backpack's content to him, revealing exactly what he assumed he saw... He had to bring it up now, because what he saw was dangerous...

"Say, (Y/N)... Have you brought anything else besides snacks?"

You tilted your head at him in confusion. "Um... No? I only brought snacks as gifts. I don't have other gifts for you, sorry..."

He shook his head and crossed his arms. "I'm not talking about specifically gifts for me... I'm talking about if you brought anything else in general with you." You blinked at him, still confused, but at least he clarified his question.

"Um... I can just show you my backpack if that helps... I don't own any weapons or anything like that though, so I'm not sure why you're asking about this-" You said as you picked up your backpack, placing it on the couch. The moment you opened it, both MK and his mentor peer into your backpack with you. The ginger-furred simian already saw what was in there, but the sight shocked MK as he looks a bit... Confused? Betrayed?

"What... W-Why do you have that scroll, (Y/N)?" MK asked in disbelief as he looked at the black and blue scroll sitting at the bottom of your now-empty-of-snacks backpack. You were just purely confused about why both were stressing so much about the scroll... The scroll has never been evil since you got it a long while ago from your dad... All it did was give you a new friend... Or rather lover. And he's never done anything in the months you've known him personally.

"Nezha took the scroll and brought it back to where it came from... How do you have it? Did he give it to you? Did you steal it?" Wukong asked with a raised eyebrow. You nervously scratched your cheek. While your answer was simple and you didn't plan anything malicious, you really didn't feel comfortable with the way Wukong sounded... It was as if you were being interrogated for doing something horrible.

While you were trapped in the scroll with your friends before, something they didn't know about was how the scroll's curse never actually did anything to you, at all. And instead of reliving some form of memory of yours or the past like the others, you actually were just lost and wandering aimlessly... Until you met the curse and talked to it. Or, well, him... Because the curse took on the form of MK, but made out of ink, including imitating his voice. He probably took on your friend's form to appear friendlier, which worked to an extent... After all, you weren't used to seeing MK's monkey form made out of ink.

Long story short, you became friends with the scroll's curse and even got a lot closer after your dad gave you the now much more docile scroll... How he got his hands on it, you never questioned since this was far from the weirdest achievements he's managed to reach. You would not be surprised if he had connections to the Underworld or the Celestial Realm. He was probably also the one who brought back Mink. Because you remembered how the curse was practically blasted and defeated by MK before being used by Azure Lion... Well, the curse was responsive once more when you opened the scroll.

"W-Well, um... My dad gave it to me and told me to open it whenever I'm in trouble or feel lonely... S-So... Uh..." You stammered out. MK blinked at you in confusion and suspicion while his mentor's glare was fully set on suspicion.

"(Y/N), you've seen what that scroll does... even with the curse not actively haunting us or our past and future. Especially if it falls into the wrong hands... I'm not saying you're directly the one with the wrong hands, but you could be at risk of losing that scroll to someone who would only do bad with it. Azure Lion was one of those..." Monkey King states firmly, trailing off with a bit of sadness when he thought about his fallen brother.

You frowned at him. "But... Mink wouldn't let that happen twice... And I already am carrying the scroll around everywhere I go..." Your friends looked at you in confusion. Ah, right... They didn't know who Mink was. So you added, "Mink is the scroll's ink demon curse... I named him that myself and he seemed to like it-" "Wait, wait, wait-" MK cut you off, "You named the curse? And gendered it??"

You nodded awkwardly. Monkey King pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "You know what? How about you just give me the scroll and I'll make sure it reaches Nezha again. Or I might as well just bring it back to the Underworld myself." He then reached his hand into your backpack. However, before he could grab the item, the scroll began to move. Monkey King and his successor took a step back in fear of the scroll lashing out at them and sucking them back inside to trap them. You on the other hand just casually reached your hand into your backpack, which seemed to stop the scroll from moving. Then you pulled it out and and held it in your hand.

"Mink doesn't like it when someone else holds the scroll of memory after all that happened... Usually I'm the only one he doesn't mind being carried by." You said, shrugging. Your words only seemed to confuse your friends more and more. 'How could you be so casually with such a dangerous weapon of entrapment?', they were probably wondering. Then you got an idea. "How about I introduce you guys to him? I know you technically already met him, but he's changed since you guys have last seen him..." And before they could respond, you open the scroll. Dread is plastered across your two friends' faces as they prepare to fight.

As the familiar black ink splat onto the ground beneath the scroll, a kneeling figure was formed by it on top of the small puddle. An inky figure with a swaying monkey tail and blue lights for a face... It took on the form of MK as it seemingly grinned at the real MK and his mentor.

"It really has been a while... MK, Sun Wukong."

There was some serious tension in the air as they both glare daggers into the ink demon in front of them. Mink stretches a bit as he stands up from his kneeling position. "No need to look so hostile. I'm not even doing anything." He then wraps an arm around you and pulls you against his chest, wrapping his tail around your leg. Despite him being made out of ink, the form the curse took on was quite solid and somewhat warm to the touch. "I'm just here to make sure my beloved human feels comfortable."

"MK, Monkey King, meet Mink. He's my, um... goopy boyfriend." You said sheepishly, to which Mink seemed to smugly grin at the other two. MK and Monkey King were both baffled. You were dating a literal curse placed upon the Scroll of Memory to keep others trapped in it! How could they not be shocked??

Though, for MK it wasn't so much the fact that you were dating a curse that confused him, instead it was the fact that the curse decided to use its ink replica of him to be affectionate with you. This, in of itself, made him feel uncomfortable and a bit disgusted since he saw you more as something like a sibling... And basically seeing a depiction of himself being romantically involved with you was just weird to him.

"...Alright, that scroll really has to be returned though-" Monkey King started, but then was cut off the moment he tried reaching for the scroll in your hands. An audible, ominous growl could be heard coming from Mink, which sounded more like a corrupted monster than the usual voice replica of MK.  The curse glared at the Great Sage Equal To Heaven while holding you close.

"That scroll now belongs to (Y/N). No one else will have it. I refuse to let anyone ever separate me from them!" Mink said angrily, which was a huge difference in behavior compared to when the group was trapped within the scroll.

Meanwhile, you also held tightly onto the scroll, hugging it close to your chest as you shook your head. "Sorry... But Mink and I already agreed on him staying with me... Which does unfortunately mean I have to keep the scroll around me at all times..."

"But does it really have to take on my form??" MK whined in response as he eyed Mink.

Mink shrugged in return before letting go of you to cross his arms. "What can I say? I just like this form. It's simple, not too tall or too short, not unfamiliar to (Y/N)... And I get to off-handedly remind you of our conversation a while ago! Isn't that fun~?" He said that last part rather mockingly, which made MK clench his fists. On the other hand, Monkey King's eyes softened a little as he looked at you, worried.

"(Y/N), think about this... Even if it- he- the curse, isn't doing anything right now, you can't forget about that scroll being more of a weapon against even the divine... Mink might trap more people in the scroll. And maybe even trap you in there agai-" "I would never do that!" Mink angrily cut him off, MK's replica voice sounded insulted. "Out of all the beings in existence that can get imprisoned, my beloved human will never be one of them! They can enter and leave the scroll freely whenever they want. It's already like their second home anyway." The ink curse added firmly before taking your hand into his.

Monkey King scoffed. "In my opinion, it would still be best to bring you back to where you belong. In the scroll, and in the Underworld."

"Well too bad, bud. I'm not leaving. You can't keep me from (Y/N)." Mink retaliated. The MK copy then seemed to pout as he shows a blue-glowing tongue, pointing it in the simian's direction like a stubborn child. Monkey King's eye seemed to twitch in annoyance.

"Mink isn't even outside of the scroll in public... He only ever comes out whenever we're alone..." You added, trying to defend the curse. Monkey King hesitantly sighed.

It took some time and some more arguments, but eventually MK and his mentor gave in and agreed to let you keep Mink... On the condition that Mink continues to stay in the scroll around people, and of course that you never use the scroll against others, even if you hated them. As if you were going to plan anything with the scroll anyway...

But on the other hand, Monkey King told Nezha about you, Mink, the scroll, and your relationship with the scroll's curse, and... uh...

He was not happy.

Like, at all.

However, that did not stop Mink from being with you. This actually ended up becoming more of a game of Nezha trying to "rescue" you while Mink would just hide you in the scroll whenever the Lotus Prince was around. And while Monkey King usually wouldn't help you with Mink, he would slowly start to join in on this little game and be the one to hide the scroll, pretending like he didn't see it. Just to mess with Nezha for the fun of it.

Soon, the rest of the crew found out about Mink's more permanent reappearance. While it also took a while, they did slowly start to accept him. Pigsy was the most pissed off one, just because Mink would end up leaving ink everywhere he went in the noodle shop... And of course, when Pigsy would tell you to it all clean up due to Mink technically being your responsibility, all the ink on the ground would suddenly disappear the moment you turned the corner to grab a mop. Sandy was probably the most open to the idea of you finally having found someone to love. Even if that someone was the literal curse that kept the group within the scroll... But at least Mink was nice to talk to! On top of that, Tang tried talking to him about history since Mink knew about everything immortalized within the scroll, to which Mink would ominously reply, "Wanna see for yourself?"

And of course, MK and Mei were still very much on edge... Especially MK due to, well, the entire topic of you literally dating an ink copy of him. Though, Mei kind of over it after realizing that she could now have another cool friend to hang out and have fun with. Mink's ink really helps in scary pranks, after all...

Then there was your relationship...

"Listen. You didn't specify when you said you wanted to have our next date on Flower Fruit Mountain." Mink said with a sly grin. You gave him a comedically unamused look.

"But I said Flower Fruit Mountain, not Flower Fruit Mountain within the scroll."

"Oh c'mon, there's not much of a difference anyway. The mountain barely even changed from the memories in the scroll. In my opinion, anyway. Besides, the actual mountain wouldn't let me do this-"

Suddenly a bunch of fireflies were summoned around you two as you sat on a cliff, leaning against Mink's inky body. You looked at them in awe as they lit up the night sky of the mountain's memory. "...They're beautiful."

"I could just throw in something cheesy. But the sentence of 'Not as beautiful as you' wouldn't exactly apply..." He started as you looked at him a bit offended.

But before you could chew him out over that comment, he added, "...It wouldn't apply because I've seen many use this line in the past, and literally none of the memories displayed within the entire history of the scroll's archive would compare to you. Not even all of them combined..." Which in turn made you snort as your offended look faded. Mink gave you a sly grin again at your reaction.

"...Just in my opinion, sweetheart."

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Join Zenless Zone Zero with Tsukishiro Yanagi, the deputy leader of Hollow Special Operations Section 6! Beneath her ordinary office lady exterior lies a meticulous, emotionally intelligent big sister to the team.

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Kinktober day 19

Donquixote Doflamingo + Dom/Sub

Readers a snow leopard mink, because ive never ever seen a fic with a mink reader in it. Reader is also 7ft5. I didn’t have too much time to write today, so I did what I could.

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Donquixote Doflamingo was not a man who gave up control, be it in business, piracy, or his private life. Or rather, he used to be. There was one person he had let himself submit too, somebody no one would ever suspect. Minks had a tendency to stay away from most of the world, so who would ever come to the conclusion that the one person Doflamingo gave himself up too was a snow leopard mink.

Doflamingo was also not the type to go down without a fight, meaning you two got all battered and bruised before everything was settled. For the most part, the situation was ever only truly settled when you got the seastone cuffs on him, if not the collar you had specially made for someone his size.

The first many times, Doflamingo had panicked when he felt his connection to his powers flicker out as his body grew heavy, weak, and sluggish. As someone who never wanted to be weak in any way, it was scary. The blonde tried his damnest to not let this fear show, but there was a tension to his usual grin and bulging forehead vein.

In the beginning it was a slow process of simply getting comfortable. You were very comfortable for the most part, not even having to undress to spend this time with him. And when he got a bit too worked up, you were always able to calm him with your paws or tail.

Doflamingo didn’t have many enemies that were mink, once again blamed on the fact that mink stayed out of most business outside their own. Which meant that when he started getting antsy and tense, feeling your fur and paws helped settle him again.

Much of the dynamic you two had built, was based on trust, which was in short supply for the both of you, making the process of building what you had even longer. It was especially hard for Doflamingo to trust you to even let you tie him up, much more to put the seastone on him. For a long time, there had to be mechanisms built into the cuffs or collar so that he could pull it off himself.

It took even longer for it to become more, to become hotter and carnal. You two still did it when there wasn’t that heavy dynamic about it, even if it regularly resulted in you two just as bloody and bruised up.

Doflamingo would regularly walk out of your normal get togethers covered in claw marks and bites, his bruises so much clearer than yours, which laid under your fur. He had complained about it multiple times, that Doflamingo couldn’t leave hickeys on you, hed even gone as far as you suck one onto your paw pads, just to return the favour in some way.

But slowly, over time, something fragile but true was built between you. it even reached a point where Doflamingo would contact you when he needed “your assistance”. You had almost felt your heart flutter when Doflamingo even started coming to you, curling his big height down against your side or by your feet, his hands searching out your tail to pet at it for comfort.

Yeah, there were times he needed you to forcefully take control, but there were also those rarer times where the mighty Doflamingo just needed to be held, to be someone not so powerful and important. This was when Doflamingo brought in different toys or items, like a blindfold and earmuffs, even different mittens and leg clamps to leave him completely at your mercy.

He had looked so meek and downright shy the first time he brought out the bit. It looked like the kinda thing you put in a horse’s mouth, even with a lead attached, along with everything else. It had been such a sign of the trust you had been trying to build, that your tail flicked quickly from side to side as your fur puffed up.

It gave you a sense of carnal power, to be able to slowly walk around the room carrying the lead, Doflamingo crawling after you completely blind, deaf, and mute. The bit did nothing to contain his moans and groans, or to stop all the drool and spit dripping from his mouth as he licked at the material, searching for something more.

He was almost sweet as Doflamingo curled up on his giant bed, resting his head on your furry stomach as you ran your paw through his hair. It was endearing in a way, to see how he rubbed his head up and down, trying to smoosh or maybe suffocate himself against you. It left you with a feeling that if he happened to be a mink, he must have been purring.

His drooling was a little out of hand, as it always left your fur soaked, but what could you expect from a man who stuck his tongue out as much as Doflamingo did. It was a no brainer that Doflamingo liked to use his mouth, it was a need that ran deep, he just needed something in his mouth to focus on.

Having paws and fur always made it a little awkward to give him your fingers, even if Doflamingo licked and sucked at them with a happy muffled moan. Having him kiss and pamper your paw pads was a bit easier, since there was actual skin he could lick at and attach himself too, but even they grew raw at times from his insistent need.

You never thought hed actually go along with licking your boots when you ordered him too the first time. Your paw pads were simply suckled raw and aching, as hed been on them for the past hour or two. Some deal must have driven him up into a corner which was why he needed to be taken somewhere else.

Afterwards Doflamingo would deny liking it, gaining faint whisps of red in his cheeks if you as much as mentioned it, but your boots still became a more regular part of your time together. Most of the time what you did together wasn’t even anything too lewd, it was more just leaning into the dynamic you both needed. You needing to feel in control and to care for somebody, and Doflamingo needing to give away responsibility for a while.

Neither of you spoke much about it outside of the bedroom, or wherever you two found yourself this time. You were both your own people with your own business and duties, too busy to let the dynamic play a role in the daily like. Even if Doflamingos zebra print pants were replaced with snow leopard spots, and even if you started keeping a couple of pink feathers in your pocket.

[princesssmars]

plsssss do something for michael munroe im so starved

i could change your mind

some college football player mike headcanons.

contains: fluff. some nsfw. american football gross. mike is cocky whats new. fem!reader. hair nor skin color described.

a/n: anon i lowkey miss him too so i'll do a few headcanons for you anon. sorry that my until dawn rewrite is like on hiatus I just feel like it's gonna be such a flop so my brain says it cant be bad if I don't write it ??? idk. ty for making me do this. set in college but i've decided to start a year late so if i get shit wrong sorry scholars. (heart fingers emoji I'm on desktop fml.)

idk why but the first thing that popped into my head was him loving a sport...like he gives smart but also dumbass jock to me we let's go with he did football in high school and he's at college on a scholarship.

if you're like me you don't give two shits about the sport you probably would not like twice in a football player's way, which he definitely sees as a challenge. he'll come up to you in the dining hall and try to hit on you in front of his jock friends, spouting a "whatever you say, sweetheart" when you reject him with a grimace.

to your surprise and horror he's in one of your advanced classes in your second semester, sitting with his feet up next to your seat with a smile when you walk in. you do call him troglodyte for having his shoes on the table but he says with an easy smile that he's in with the teacher who said it was alright.

great.

for the first three weeks, you try to ignore his questions and poking at all costs, but when you get paired up on an important assignment you decide to hold your disdain on pause. he invites you to "study in his dorm" which nearly gives you a migraine, until he chuckles and tells you he's joking, telling you you can meet at common ground and study in the library.

you hold your tongue instead of giving a quip about how he probably won't be able to keep his mouth shut, but once you actually get there you realize the worst thing ever: mike munroe isn't a moron. he's actually pretty smart, maybe nearly as smart as you, and shows pretty good leadership with how he takes in both your academic strengths and divides the workload based on them. its not hard to see why he's the quarterback.

after you get an a+ on your project, you start to warm up to mike. his stupid quips in class start to actually become funny, leading to numerous moments where he makes you snort in class and the professor rolls his eyes.

your friendship soon grows enough that mike has the confidence to invite you to one of his games while you're walking around campus, and if you start to say no he informs you that he will not hesitate to get on his knees and beg in front of everyone. that makes you feel a little weird so you groan and tell him fine.

the whole time you don't really know what's going on, even though ten minutes before he had to get ready he tried to cram all of the rules into your head. even though you don't know everything you can tell when something good happens, like when he makes the touchdown that wins your school the game. he celebrates with his team members and his crowd of fangirls before coming over to you, clearly waiting for you to say football is fun or something,

you don't. but the after-party definitely was. you don't know what that frat guy put in the punch but it was good, and had you nearly drunk in only two hours. nearly being a keyword, because someone who was past the point decided to do a childish game of seven minutes, and you decided to play along for fun.

but it wasn't so funny when they spun the bottle and it landed on you, then the next turn between two people to point towards the couch where mike was watching with his friends. they both burst out laughing at the horrified look on your face as you reluctantly follow him inside the closet.

for the first minute it's quiet, soft noises from the two of you adjusting your bodies in the quiet space and "sorry"'s when you bump into the other.

he takes your silence for uncomfortableness, telling you he's alright with just sitting with you. "one of my favorite things to do actually"

you don't really know why but you kiss him after that. when you pull away you can faintly see his blank face. great. you ruined everything. you're about to give some half-assed excuse before his hand is on the back of your neck and he's pulling you back into him and pressing your body into his.

things get weird after that night.

you're still friends after that night, of course. except now its...different.

you still have your movie nights laughing at people making dumb decisions in horror movies, except now you'll sometimes wind up on mike's lap with your tongue down his throat.

you still text each other stupid pictures you found on snapchat (he insists on using it, fuckboy he is. or used to be, weirdly). except now before you go to sleep he'll send you a picture of his bulge with a smiley face at the bottom. if you send a picture back he'll send a long voice message that you don't open for your own sanity.

but you aren't like. dating. and you don't know why in passing you hear his teammate nick call you "mike's girl". because you aren't. at all.

and plus its not like you've slept together or even gone on an actual date. you're just...closer than normal friends are.

and then he leaves the next december to spend a week with his old friends, and you kind of mope around campus while he's gone. he makes sure to text you constant updates until the night where he arrives at the cabin, where he leaves you delivered for two days. he did say his ex was going to be there, so that nagging voice in the back of your head is telling you the worse.

until you finally get the call from some random number in alberta. when you pick up after some initial confusion you hear mike on the other side.

"mike? what the actual hell? its been two days, thought you somehow managed to get lost in the snow."

he laughed on the other line, able to tell you're insult at his intelligence meant you cared. his voice sounds hoarse.

"yeah, yeah i know. i'm sorry. something came up and i...i've been stuck in this damn police station-"

"police station? jesus, how hard did you guys party."

he calls your name and it's serious. he only sounds like that when something important or bad has happened.

"mike? is everything ok?"

"no, no its not. josh is...he's gone. the cabins gone. we're all pretty messed up."

you don't give a response, waiting for him to elaborate if he wants to.

"i don't know what to say..i'm so sorry."

"it's alright. i'll explain more when i get back. i just wanted to hear your voice."

"now you're really scaring me."

he laughs again, the scratch of his voice returning.

"thank you."

"for what? constantly insulting you and bringing you back to reality?"

"for making me laugh. haven't done it in a while."

"yeah, well...i'll make sure your roommate hasn't completely trashed your dorm. and we can get some takeout. on me, because i'm polite."

"screw that, we're going on a date."

your heart skips.

"did you actually get a concussion because that's not funny."

"im serious. no more being a pussy. time to start getting serious. plus we're basically already dating, so."

"god, why does everyone keep saying that?"

"i'll see you soon."

the phone hangs up and you toss the phone to the side with a slight smile.

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Run Wild 1

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You transferred in to Kortac thinking you'd be the only shifter. You were wrong. Very wrong. But maybe these two aren't so bad after all.

Warnings: Swearing, minor jumpscare, reader is very briefly harassed (and deals with it too), brief violence, implied threat of violence, shifter etiquette.

Word count: 2k

Eventual Horangi x König x f!mink shifter!reader

You paused outside, bag still in hand, inhaling deeply. Nobody had warned you that there would be shifters here. 

Probably because your own status as a shifter wasn't anywhere on your paperwork, but still! 

Well. Maybe you'd get lucky and you'd avoid them, at least for now. After all, KorTac was not a small company, there was every possibility that you'd be able to just sneak by as one of the new recruits. Maybe–

You stopped dead as you spotted someone watching you from across a short field. Sunglasses concealed his eyes, and almost no skin was visible. But you knew he was staring at you. 

Well. Fuck. 

You hurried to slip in the middle of the other recruits, hoping that would help you hide. 

Okay. This was… less than ideal. Maybe you could still salvage this. If you hid with the others, your scent wouldn't be as noticeable. And you'd just have to be very careful about where and when you shifted, which had been your life for the past few years anyway. 

And it worked. For a solid week, nobody approached you or questioned you or anything. Recruit bunks were less than ideal but, again, it was nothing you hadn't dealt with before. 

One week of training, getting to know the new base, and staying under the radar enough. 

Then your luck ran out. 

You were heading back to the bunks with a group of recruits when they all stopped dead. You stumbled to a halt a moment later. 

The biggest man you'd ever seen in your life stood in front of the group of you, hood concealing everything about him but his eyes. Bulging arms crossed over his chest, effortlessly intimidating the entire group. 

"You stay." The voice was accented differently than you expected, and those eyes focused on you. 

"The rest of you, go." 

You jumped and turned to look, finding the sunglasses man from before standing behind the group. 

The rest of the recruits all vanished. Great. 

"With me." The sunglasses one turned sharply and started walking. A quick glance over your shoulder showed that the big guy was still behind you, clearly waiting for you to obey. Shoulders slumped, you gave in. 

The three of you walked to the far end of base, where there was no one around and a lot of open space. Great. Not threatening at all. Cool. 

"You're a shifter." Sunglasses stopped and turned to look at you. His tone was almost bland except for the thinnest bit of anger. 

You just swallowed but didn't verbally reply. All three of you knew the truth. You knew they could smell it on you, just as you could smell that they were both shifters. 

"You didn't come introduce yourself." He crossed his arms loosely over his chest, tipping his head until you could see his eyes, almost amber. 

"Didn't know there were shifters here." Which was the truth, but also a weak excuse. Any normal shifter would have asked ahead of time. 

He took one step closer to you, and you resisted the urge to back up. "Packless?" 

You nodded, just once. But didn't bare your throat to him. Not yet. 

"Shift." 

You blinked at the order, and it was an order, with the full weight of the alpha behind it. You chewed on your lip for a moment, glancing back at the big guy again. He leaned closer to you, big and threatening. 

Well. This was potentially going to be embarrassing. 

You shifted, not bothering to remove any clothing first. It was the first time in years you'd shifted in front of others, and it left you oddly anxious. You wiggled out of your clothes easily and peered up at the two. 

They were much, much bigger this way. (Most everything was when you weighed two pounds.) 

They both stared down at you. The big one crouched down slowly, one gloved hand reaching out slowly to you. 

"Tiny," he muttered. 

You bared your teeth at him, undaunted by his size. You'd bite him if he kept this up. 

"Enough." The alpha crouched down too, hands dangling between his knees, sunglasses inscrutable. “You’ve got two options here. You submit, or you transfer out.” 

Well. When he put it like that. You took a couple cautious steps closer to him, heart hammering against your ribs. You knew what you had to do. It was just. Not easy. But you forced yourself to roll over onto your back, exposing your soft underside. (Although, really, you were so tiny if either of them caught you it wouldn’t be hard to hurt you.) 

The alpha rumbled softly in approval, making it easier to stay still. “Shift and get dressed,” he ordered. “We’ll show you the pack room.” He pushed up to his feet, motioning to the other shifter as well. Leaving you to shift and scramble back into your clothes in record time before jogging after them. 

“You have a pack room?” You glanced between the two, undeniably curious. 

Sunglasses looked down at you, one eyebrow raised. “Never had one?” 

“Of course I have.” You looked away. You were terrible at lying when asked a direct question like that. Lying on paperwork was so much easier!

“Where did you transfer from?” That came from the giant in the hood. 

You told him slowly, a little reluctant. Because you knew that if they checked records, there weren’t any shifters on that base, and hadn’t been for years. 

There was a very good possibility that you’d still get in a boatload of trouble over this. Fuck. 

The alpha went first into the barracks, and you followed him. He completely ignored most of the rooms, instead heading for the back of the building. He pushed open a door, striding inside. 

A very large couch took up a good portion of the room, with a TV in front of it. A corner had been dedicated to a minifridge and microwave. 

It was… oddly cozy. And smelled entirely of the two of them. You blinked a couple times, looking around. This was not what you’d expected. At all. 

The alpha settled in the single chair in the room, while the big one took the couch. You shifted your weight from foot to foot, not sure where you were supposed to go or what you were supposed to do. 

“Sit.” The alpha nodded to the couch. So you sat, carefully, on the edge of one cushion. He huffed out a soft sound of amusement. “We’re not going to eat you.” 

“I was not thinking that, that’s actually worse.” You wrinkled your nose. 

“What is your shift?” The big one tipped his head to one side, like some big curious pup. 

“A mink.” You raised one eyebrow at him. “You?” 

He huffed. “A bear.” 

You blinked. You’d always known that bigger predators were more common than little ones like you, but damn. You turned your gaze to the alpha, curious. 

His teeth glinted when he smiled. “Tiger.” 

“Well.” You pursed your lips. You were comically tiny in comparison. Even as a human, you were considerably shorter than both of them. 

“When was the last time you were in a pack?” The alpha didn’t lean forward, but you could tell he was curious. 

“Recently,” you hedged. 

The alpha huffed but didn’t push further. You had a feeling he was letting the topic rest for now, rather than permanently. 

“You’re allowed here any time,” he said instead of continuing questioning you. “Tomorrow you’ll start training with us.”

You blinked. You hadn’t expected that. At least not so soon. Sure packs were supposed to do stuff like that but you’d expected more of a trial period first, or something. “Yes sir.” 

He nodded once, and that was that. 

Of course, training turned out to not be what you’d expected. Horangi first put you through your paces, expression completely hidden, only whiffs of scent giving you any clue as to what he was feeling. Mostly amusement. Undoubtedly at your expense. 

König simply watched from the sidelines, but he was easier to read. He enjoyed watching you, occasional murmurs of encouragement or little hisses of sympathy. 

But neither of them moved when a big guy sidled up to you, smirking.

He was gonna be an ass.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doing here?” the big guy asked, mockingly cooing at you. 

You showed your teeth in a smile. “Training.” 

“Yeah? Training how to be a good girl?” He chuckled at his own joke. 

You did not. You narrowed your eyes, assessing him quickly. He was bigger than you, with a longer reach. But he was probably slower. Not to mention he wasn’t suspecting a thing. 

So you brought your knee up hard into his crotch, grinning with malicious glee at his pained wheeze. When his hands flew to cover himself, you punched him in the chest, once, hard. Just above his diaphragm. He wheezed, doubling over, struggling to breathe. 

You stepped away from him to give yourself space… straight into Horangi. You jumped, but his hand simply settled on your shoulder, stilling you. 

So when the big guy finally lifted his head, looking mad as hell, he faltered at the sight of Horangi behind you. 

“Run along.” Horangi didn’t even sound threatening. Just bored. Like this didn’t matter to him, a mere blip in his day. 

The soldier didn’t question it, just hobbled away carefully without another word. 

Huh. Okay, this whole pack business wasn’t all bad. 

Of course, it wasn’t all good, either. Training with the two of them put a noticeable distance between yourself and the other recruits, which made for some very annoying moments at meals and in the bunks. It also gave you less free time (which wasn’t all bad but it was something to grumble about). 

Slowly, though, you relaxed around them, spending time in the pack room and learning more about them. Not that they made it easy - as much as you didn’t like to answer questions about yourself, they were every bit as bad. Getting information out of them was difficult, and most of the time you didn’t bother.

But you did learn by observing. You learned that Horangi preferred tea, that he liked night runs, that he liked water (you’d found him in the base pool more than once). König had a variety of video games he’d play, but he didn’t like to play with an audience. He was also more easily startled than Horangi, which you discovered on accident but absolutely did not regret. 

You hadn’t thought you were sneaking. But you walked into the pack room to find König very invested in a game, elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. He hadn’t acknowledged you, hadn’t even seemed to notice you.

And, well… Look. Minks were mischievous. It was a thing. And you’d been very well behaved around them so far, had only been a bit sassy and hadn’t played any pranks at all.

Yet.

You were literally looking at a golden opportunity. 

You couldn’t quite contain your little wiggle of excitement, but then you went still, coiling your muscles. Still no acknowledgement from your big packmate. One slow breath in, and–

You leapt. 

König shrieked, dropping the controller and grabbing you before throwing you off his back in a move you couldn’t actually follow. You did follow flying through the air, hitting the wall a few feet from the TV, and falling to the floor. (Fortunately you didn’t hit the wall hard.) 

There was dead silence for a full three count. 

“What the fuck?” Horangi demanded as he burst into the room, taking in the scene. 

You bounced back to your feet with an absolutely gleeful grin, totally unharmed. “Wow, that was fun! Let’s do that again!” 

“No!” König sounded mildly panicked, hands up, palms facing you. “Do not!” 

“What happened?” Horangi growled out, hands flexing at his sides.

“My fault,” you immediately said, shoulders hunching just a little. “I just wanted to play a little prank. Tried to jumping on his back. But he sent me flying, that was the most fun I’ve had in ages! Please?” You made your eyes big and shiny before turning your gaze on König again. 

And he faltered before swearing softly in German. Horangi came to his rescue. 

“No,” he drawled. “Not unless you want to bring some mats up here so you have a better landing place. I’m not fixing the wall if you dent it.”

You immediately brightened and König groaned. 

[minkdelovely]

Hi! I love your Al writing. Could you do something where the reader is very playful and often wants him to chase her?

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Alastor x GN!Reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, not explicit but as a general rule MDNI 18+

author’s note: thank you so much, i really appreciate hearing that you like the way i write him! i’ve been trying my best to respect his character as much as possible while still having some fun, so that really means a lot 🥹 i decided to go with fluff and gn! just to be safe, but hopefully i’ve done your ask justice - thank you for sending it my way 💖✨

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“Dearest, have you seen my bow tie?” Alastor called from the bedroom, nearly making you drop your earring in the bathroom sink.

This was a loaded question, as Alastor had a handful of identical ties. Of course you knew which one he was referring to, unsurprised that he had figured out it was missing. That had been the point, after all, but you weren’t ready to call your little game quits just yet.

“Which one, the black?” you called back, smiling at yourself as you secured the earring. Teasing him was simply too much fun.

Alastor had been working very closely with Charlie and Vaggie over the last couple months planning a grand re-opening of the hotel to showcase it to any and all interested sinners. After countless late nights and meticulous scheduling, the night was finally here. So naturally, Alastor had gotten a fresh suit and tie to mark the occasion.

He appeared in the doorway, eyeing you with suspicion in the mirror, and you busied yourself with the second earring as your pulse jumped. You knew he favored red, but you wouldn’t be opposed to him wearing black more often. If you had thought the tuxedo was nice while it hung in the armoire, it was positively magnificent on Alastor. All that was missing was the white bow tie.

A small part of you felt bad to use this as an opportunity to play around, but you couldn’t help it! The past week had been particularly stressful — wouldn’t it be nice to let off a little steam before the big event?

“Is this really the time for one of your little games?” he asked, voice low, your eyes still locked on each other in the mirror as he caged you in from behind. You shivered as he placed a kiss to your bare shoulder. He was good at playing games, too. “I know you’ve done something with it.”

“And why would I sabotage your big night?” you asked, turning your nose up in feigned innocence.

His large hands gripped your hips, causing you to gasp, and you felt yourself shrinking into him as his intense eyes stared you down in the mirror. The satisfied smile on his lips almost made you lightheaded. This hadn’t been part of the plan, but it was a welcome twist, though you didn’t mistake his roaming hands as lustful. Lucky for you and unfortunate for him, the bow tie wasn’t hidden on your person. Did he think he was dealing with an amateur?

Alastor tutted and released you after a brief but thorough pat down. “Not here, hm? I’ll give you one more chance to tell me before I become cross.”

You slipped out from under him and made your way to the door, pausing only long enough to wink before making a run for it. He said your name in warning from the bathroom before coming after you, chasing you around the suite as you giggled. You were shockingly adept at avoiding him; he normally only caught you when he cheated.

The chase went on for a minute or so before a shadow wrapped around your waist and tossed you on the bed. A couple more pinned you down as Alastor loomed over you, a winning look his face.

“Come darling, we really don’t have much time. Especially if you’ve wrinkled it.”

You pouted and laid on the melodrama, pretending to be offended. “Wrinkle? Do you really think I’d stoop so low?” When all he did was raise an eyebrow in response, you sighed. The game was over. For now at least. “It’s in my underwear drawer.”

He scoffed and brought a hand to his head, finally releasing you from his shadow’s hold as he made his way to your dresser. “Why here, of all places?”

He was so cute when he was perplexed, and you smiled to yourself as you watched him fuss with the tie.

“Because you’d never think to check there, obviously.”

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[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

i have another crumb for you! very small tho

reader and co run into another monkey! [i didn't know if i should make it a cub or not, you decide] it was injured and reader patches it up! the monkey duo can talk to and this monkey understands them! problem tho, if they try and get help, that means leaving reader :(

wait...

what is this? reader is interested in this monkey? reader is stopping petting them to interact with this monkey? reader is putting them them down to pick up this monkey?

no! no no no!

not in a thousand years, not ever! they don't need this monkey's help to turn back, they are sun wukong and six eared macaque, monkey demon warlords! they can figure out a way to break this curse while staying with reader 24/7! go away monkey, they say, we don't need any help, we are perfectly fine!

reader can only guess that the duo cubs are scared or wary of the new monkey, and tries to calm them down, which is thwarted whenever they interact with the new monkey.

gods forbid she gives the monkey duo to spirit to focus on this monkeys injuries.

poor thing. it didn't ask for this.

ok, i will stop crumbs for now, i worry i am clogging your asks. i heard someone say if you get too many asks its impossible to access old ones until you deal with new ones, and idk if its hyperbole or not.

Hello CRUMB!! I love this ask!!

Now for this it will have to be an adult monkey demon or minimum a teenager because the two warlords love cubs. They would never be mad at a cub and will do a lot to protect them. They also adore seeing Reader holding other cubs, because she looks so beautiful and loving with them. When Reader is holding cubs? That also makes them want to have cubs with you for themselves. But they’ll have to wait until they fix the curse before they can even think about that.

They are willing to be separate from her TEMPORARILY if it’s for a cub. Now if it’s an adult? O HO we can have some fun with that.

You stood there frozen for a moment when you caught sight of the monkey demon crouched down and clutching their bleeding arm. He was panting heavily as he groaned in pain. It was a 5 foot tall monkey demon with dark red fur and piercing grey eyes.

The moment you took a step forward he let out a growl to tell you to stop. You did but then took another step forward and he snapped his teeth at you. He only stopped when the two monkey cubs on your shoulders snapped back. Chirps immediately followed as you stood there unsure of what to do.

‘Who are you??’ Peaches asked, his tone firm as he spoke.

Much to his surprise the monkey demon before them actually… he actually recognized them and chirped back. ‘King? Warrior? What happened?’

The two debated weather or not to actually answer the question. It was a shock by itself that the monkey demon was able to recognize them at all. It was suspicious but this was also one of the monkeys from their home, from Flower Fruit Mountain. So there was a chance that he was simply able to recognize them because of that. They were about to respond when Reader, THEIR READER knelt down beside the demon.

“Listen I know you don’t seem to like me but we really need to fix up that arm,” You explained calmly more focused on the bleeding than the fact you were being snarled at.

The monkey demon soon stopped in favor of finally letting you touch them. At first the monkeys on in your arms found it sweet… for about a split second before they snapped to attention when they were set on the ground. Immediately they started chittering and chirping at you, demanding your attention.

“In a moment, I need to help this one first. What’s your name?” You asked looking up at the monkey demon’s face for a moment.

“Ba… My name is Mink. What are you doing with-,” He was cut off by two small growls from the cubs. “Those cubs.”

“Peaches and Plums? They’re my friends, I’m taking them to Flower Fruit Mountain… I think. Spirit was pretty vague on what we were doing- And done! How is that?” You asked when you motioned to the wrapped injury.

The monkey demon looked at it before looking back at you. He was in shock, opening his mouth he was about to speak when the monkey king and warrior jumped up onto you chirping for your attention.

“You two need to calm yourselves, I can’t just leave him to bleed out,” You mutter picking up Peaches by the scruff and setting him back on the ground.

The monkey was in absolute shock. He let you do that!? What happened to him!? Was this really his king?? He nearly snapped his head to the side when he saw Macaque jump onto your foot and climb up your leg until you picked him up to set him down too.

“Sorry just give me a second, these two can be pretty clingy,” You chuckle as you try to

“Reader?” Spirit’s voice suddenly called to you.

“Oh great, Spirit can you hold these two for a moment? I need to make sure I didn’t miss anything,” You said picking up Peaches and Plums and plopping them into Spirit’s arms.

Two screeches quickly followed as you approached the monkey demon again to speak with him. Of course you made sure to give him a pat on the head before letting him know that he’ll be okay.

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“I can take them to Flower Fruit Mountain. It is my home and it will allow the both of you to travel on your own,” Mink said as he readied to leave you and Spirit.

You froze at the words, you didn’t want to leave the cubs in the care of someone else. You wanted them to stay with you where you knew for a fact they were safe and sound from any and all danger. Though they weren’t REALLY safe when you were attacked so often.

“I’m not sure,” You mutter looking at the cubs who openly hissed at the monkey demon, glancing at Spirit you waited for her opinion.

“It would definitely be faster. It might be for the best,” She muttered in response.

*HISS*

It was only a matter of moments after Spirit spoke but the two let outraged chirps and hisses directed solely at the monkey in front of them. The very thought enraged them beyond all belief. They would NOT ALLOW THIS IMBECILE TO TAKE AWAY THEIR DARLING!!

‘Take one step closer and you will be nothing but blood and bones,’ Was the last chirp that made Mink freeze and step back. The deadly look within the monkey king’s eyes, directed at HIM? Over a HUMAN!?

You must have brainwashed him, that was the only- at the sound of clinking teeth he up and ran away. You immediately calling after him in confusion but didn’t get so much as a single response.

“What was that all about?” You muttered in shock before turning to the two proud monkey cubs who jumped up to climb her legs. “What did you two say?”

You had a firm glare on your face but the cubs just looked at her with wide eyes slightly blinking innocently. As if they did nothing wrong at all which staring at them you could tell was very wrong.

“You could have gotten to a nice home FASTER, and you scared him off,” You grumbled only to get nuzzled in the cheek in response. They really didn’t care as long as they were WITH YOU.

With a sigh you let out a soft chuckle, “Would you miss us that much?”

‘You,’ they chirped not that she could understand them, they could do without Spirit… even if she was starting to grow on them. Just a tad.

Listen I know you said this was a SMALL crumb. But I can’t help but see it as a rather big one. Maybe not in words but in how it is portrayed. There was SO much more that I could add to this that I didn’t. Though I might in the future, hehe~ Mink as I have named this monkey demon will probably show up eventually. I do hope you don’t mind of course. The MANY MANY ideas that come up with this are absolutely outstanding. Thank you for the ideas!

[paranoicweirdo]

The bastards and Nezha

Congratulations for your 1k followers @emelinstriker !!

Despite the ups and downs thank you for giving us this AU! Your work and your desire to bring content to your followers is much appreciated

Anyways, the reference:

[snowywolf1005]

@akunggakngerti : Can i request a Chimera reader, strawhat pirate, and heart pirate in Zou? Where they meet Mink tribe. What do the Mink's react / think to chimera reader? Thank you!!!

Mhmm... that's a really good one. But how about when the strawhat and the heart pirate react when the minks told what chimera reader really was. Before sanji and Chimera Reader were captured.

You're with sanji, nami, brook, Momonosake, and chopper on the sunny ship. You worry about your cousin and others doing on dressrosa, "Don't worry (Y/N), they'll be okay," said Nami.

Chooper helps to recover your injuries at first. Then you guys found zou Island, and you want to help your friends ride on your back.

"No thanks (Y/N), we're fine, you can rest now," said Chooper, ceasar helped you guys to fly up

You guys noticed the gate was broken, and then you split up with the team. Sanji, Chopper, and ceasar went surveyed the forest.

You, Nami, brook, and Momonosake look for any minks. Then you heard someone cry for help, a mink who was followed by a crocodile.

Nami, save the Mink while you attack the beast pirate. You knock out the crocodile, and you beat the living shit of these two pirates.

Nami, stop you before you kill and eat them alive. The Mink was terrified and left. She was even more terrified when she saw your body.

"Wait!" Nami shouts, you guys follow her. Meanwhile, Sanji, Chopper, and Caesar discovered the gas-covered Kurau City and were shocked by all the subdued minks lying in the streets.

That where they meet Pedro heavily injured mink deduced that the pirates were not on Jack's side and begged them to save Inuarashi and Nekomamushi, saying the world is waiting for them.

Inuarashi and Nekomamushi are seen unconscious at their crucifixes, with Inuarashi missing his left leg and Nekomamushi missing his left forearm.

Then they heard Nami crying out, and Sanji ordered Caesar to neutralize Koro while he rescued you, Nami, and the others. Convincing the scientist to do so by threatening to crush his heart.

Two beast pirates try to escape but get dug by you. You push them down to the water. "(Y/N)!" Sanji shouted. You came out of the water with the injured leg with bites from the crocodile.

"Hey! Everyone!" You guys heard Chooper shouts, you, Nami, Brook, and Momonosuke were shocked to see the destruction, and they entered the city carefully, not knowing what the minks were like.

Suddenly, a wink appears to try to attack Nami, "Nami! Look out!" Sanji screamed. But you grab the Mink with your claw, then she pulled out a lit explosive. "Now die, you bastard!" She screams as tears down to her cheeks.

"Wanda! Stop! Don't hurt them. They save me!" You both see the same mink that been chased by the crocodile. "Tristan," said Wanda, she explained that Jack left, that you guys are here to save them.

Wanda brought some tears, "I thought everyone would die!" She cried. Pedro stopped the explosive from Wanda hand.

You put down Wanda gently, Chopper and Caesar then arrived with medical supplies, with the former being determined to heal all the minks in the short time they had left.

"Where's the hospital?! I need more instruments and medicine!" Chooper shouted, "I'm the nurse, too!" Said Tristan.

You guys and the conscious minks mobilized to create an antidote, with Tristan retrieving the mink doctors and citizens hiding in the Rightflank Fortress.

"Okay! Let's get into it!" Chooper shouts. You help the injured minks ride on your back, and Ceasar and chopper make some medicine.

Tristan brings the doctors to help, and then all the minks join in to help as well. Chooper gave Wanda the medicine, "Thank you," she said.

You and Nami help the heart crews. "Let me help you too!" Said Wanda. "Is it okay for you to move now? You should rest more, " said Nami.

"No, I'm doing much better now," she said. You came up to Wanda, and you placed your hand on her head. "Britrayeums lunae actum asham histum eres eurekant ounzu"

Then, all Wanda wounds are healed. She was surprised by your magic, "Thank you, thank you so much!" She cried. "(Y/N), if you use too much of your magic, you'll get a fever." Said nami.

You couldn't help it. Then, you guys helped Inuarashi and Nekomamushi were removed from their crucifixes. As night fell, Sanji brought hot soup for the minks to eat, and Brook played Binks' Sake to the crowd of cured minks.

Some kids play with you, and you try to play gentle with them. The minks like you a lot.

[lawomi]

Heart Pirates depart from Zou! Part 2/2

What they see is... over here 🔞 BlueSky💃. ...She's genuinely an airhead. (Its on tumblr too now. Lol)

OC Omi is She/Any nonbinary

Blah blah blah... and brief devil fruit summary.

He gives in to Shachi and Penguin and lets her board, but with the catch that she's required to escort Nekomamushi! Of course, she stays... thanks to some situations I might draw. Oops.

Hito Hito No Mi: Model Werewolf gives a mink a semi-human form & boosts power + speed under Any moonlight.

Its awakening allows minks to sulong regardless of time or moon phase with the catch that it takes further intensive training to control compared to the typical sulong.

[emelinstriker]

Asjgxgivkk pick him up and play with him like a barbie (ngl tho he'd probably bite me lol)

[nocturnalpl4gue]

WELCOME!!

i decided to make this account to write about small/dead fandoms that lack fanfic content, SPECIALLY x reader.

Basically i decided to take matters into my own hands.

I will mostly write about said small fandoms i enjoy, but bigger ones are open for requests too!! just as long as i know about them a bit so i know what i’m doing ^_^’

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{{masterlist will go here along other info}}

[tytarax]

Taglist (If you want to be tagged in a specific fanfic or character, select "Other")

One Shots

Fluff Smut Angst Yandere No romance

Duke Dogstorm (Inuarashi)

The Duke's wife (part 1)

The Duke's wife (part 2)

The Duke's wife (final part)

Trafalgar D Water Law

Lingerie

[miadraws0]

Some manga panel minks sketches ❤️‍🔥

I miss when Phinks was drawn like the blockhead he is and him in general

[roastedchik]

Why.... WHYYYY there is not "Ink MK x Reader"?

What's up with my boy?!

I'm just

[chloryn]

robin, lips slightly parted. hair tousled, eyes wide. between your legs. kissing up your thighs, whimpering.

her praise muffled between her kisses.

“i need you,” her eyes are filled with fire.

soft, tender across your slit. she’s meticulous, careful to ease you in. robin wants you to feel every tick.

slick pools under you onto the clean sheets, your fingers lace into her hair as you tug ever so slightly.

“please rob, need it,” a broken moan slips, “need you,”

she doesn’t budge, lapping leisurely at your pussy.

“need more— fuck”

she slips her index finger gently into you, curling. pulling you forward.

she kisses at your clit, pulling her head up. you let out a whine at the loss.

“thought you were gonna beg me princess,” threatening. robin wouldn’t ask nicely.

her pretty cock hard, the tip almost purple from the lack of attention.

you nodded profusely, lips parted. robin slipped another finger in, stretching you.

“please, alpha,”

she smirked, devilish.

“good omega,”