#Put It In Reverse For Thirst

[triptychgrip]

Fic-ception continues: The Katsuki Nikiforovs review the comments on their self-insert/role-reversal fanfic

The attached summary screenshot as well as fake comment/reply screenshot are from the continuation of my series, Fic-ception: The Katsuki-Nikiforovs' First Fanfiction Foray, which details Yuuri and Viktor’s journey in writing/role-playing and now, posting, their first jointly-written, self-insert fanfic to Archive Of Our Own.

Their story -- titled Put It In Reverse For Thirst, which you can read in Part 1 -- is a sappy/smutty friends-to-lovers, role reversal fic that features Yuuri as the older coach and "Living Legend" of figure skating.

Part 2 of the (super meta) series is now up on ao3, and in addition to my having WAY too much fun learning how to mimic the look of the real Archive Of Our Own interface within the body of the story, I had a great time portraying Yuuri and Viktor's coming to terms with a hard realization that we are probably all familiar with: there will always be someone on the internet who can't discern when it's best to just keep their comments to themselves, LOL

Luckily, our favorite ice husbands know how to support one another when it comes to what's really important in this burgeoning hobby of theirs: crafting the perfectly snarky comeback to brazen readers 😂😇🤐

I hope this overview piques your interest in this series, or my other Yuri!!! on Ice work. This will also probably not be the last you'll see of my meta fanfic explorations...now that I understand the formatting, I have so many ideas around ways to expand on it!

[kingkatsuki]

This is also so fucking hyper specific but can we talk more about when men fuck you from behind and they put their thumb on your asshole because that is enough to send me to an early grave.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Studio execs love plausible sentence generators because they have a workflow that looks exactly like a writer-exec dynamic, only without any eye-rolling at the stupid “notes” the exec gives the writer.

All an exec wants is to bark out “Hey, nerd, make me another E.T., except make the hero a dog, and set it on Mars.” After the writer faithfully produces this script, the exec can say, “OK, put put a love interest in the second act, and give me a big gunfight at the climax,” and the writer dutifully makes the changes.

This is exactly how prompting an LLM works.

A writer and a studio exec are lost in the desert, dying of thirst.

Just as they are about to perish, they come upon an oasis, with a cool sparkling pool of water.

The writer drops to their knees and thanks the fates for saving their lives.

But then, the studio exec unzips his pants, pulls out his cock and starts pissing in the water.

“What the fuck are you doing?” the writer demands.

“Don’t worry,” the exec says, “I’m making it better.”

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[koalaflower]

“i’m yours.” p2

blue lock v-day headcanons !

pair. gn!reader x multiple. separate for all characters.

includes. michael kaiser, bachira meguru, sae itoshi, reo mikage.

genre. fluff. so much fluff

synopsis. a bunch of inexperienced, lovesick boys’ attempt at valentine's day.

a/n. a continuation. i love kaiser too but y’all gotta stop pretending this guy is a green flag bc he’s NOT.

word count. 1.5k

michael kaiser

“you make me think of storms on the beaches.”

he doesn’t care about valentine’s day. never has and never will. love, as he’s witnessed firsthand from his parents, only resulted in heartbreak and abominations like himself.

and yet, he’s positive he loves you, and you care about valentine’s day. so he’ll celebrate it for you.

gets fan mail and dms daily, but even more so today. he’ll personally read the thirst comments to you, and then reassure you that he only has eyes for you.

his gifts and gestures are grand, almost overwhelming. he sends you gift after gift, flooding your mailbox and obstructing your driveway. luxury brands, exclusive jewelry, a perfume that hasn’t even been released yet; his name is branded on everything, reminding you of exactly who you’re with.

“you love it, don’t you?” he’d ask, a finger lifting your chin up to meet his watchful gaze. “of course you do. no one knows you like i do.”

you’ll come home to a vase of sapphire blue roses waiting for you at the windowsill and an outfit of his choice draped over your chair. there’s a card on it with the words, 7:00 pm.

takes you to a fancy restaurant that serves your favorite cuisine. it’s less of a date and more of a statement.

isn’t ashamed to post a hard launch or candid picture of you with a sweet caption and song in the background. he’ll keep the comments on to make sure you see just how lucky you are to have him.

princess treatment. will shower you in compliments and press kisses onto your skin. you won’t have to lift a thing in his presence.

anyone that looks at you receives a taunting, tight-lipped smile from him. he’s a jealous, jealous man. but if the roles reverse, he’ll frame your jealousy as vulnerability. “it’s part of my job, liebling. don’t you trust me?”

when you thank him, he’ll take your hand and gently kiss your knuckles. “do you think any other man would do this for you? you should feel lucky, n/n. i’m all you have.” his smile is sweet, yet his eyes are soft, condescending. he knows it’ll fly right over your head.

amused when you present him with your own gifts. it’s nowhere near as extravagant as his, but he appreciates the thought. if you write him a letter or put clear effort into a craft, his eyes will widen just a fraction before they soften again. “touching,” he’d say with a small smirk, his hand smoothing over the paper and ink. “i didn’t know you had it in you.” he keeps it in his drawer to reread during his free time.

“tell me everything you want. nothing is too much for you, meine liebe.”

bachira meguru

“with all the lights off.”

you never have to worry about him missing valentine’s day. it’s double triple marked on his calendar. in fact, he’s the one reminding you.

doesn’t care about expensive gifts or grand gestures. he just wants to make his favorite person happy.

attempts to bring you breakfast in bed. the pancakes are suspiciously pink and charred on the edges. but if you squint enough, you’ll see two cute little stick figures holding hands on the batter.

“rise and shine, n/n~ look! it’s us! i worked hard on it, so eat up, okay?” don’t even bother trying to escape. he’s already holding the fork to your lips.

his gifts are fun and silly. makes you a basket filled with your favorite candies and snacks, an adorable crocheted bee plush, and a book he made just for you. there’s silly stick figures in love, playing soccer and visiting different locations with funny captions. it’s a retelling of all the special memories you’ve made with him.

the type to buy you those elementary valentine’s cards with soccer puns as pick-up lines.

he’ll take you on spontaneous adventures, dragging you through arcades and various stores. anywhere is special as long as he’s with you.

handpicks random flowers from the side of the road or large fields and tucks them behind your ear.

overly affectionate and handsy. he’ll cling to you all day, arms wrapped around your shoulders or head laying on your lap. will whine the second you look away.

takes selfies and candid pictures of you EVERYWHERE. “i’m gonna set this as my new wallpaper,” he’d say, waving his phone at you and showing the blurriest picture known to mankind.

but the moment you show signs of disinterest or discomfort, he’ll curl in on himself. please, don’t leave me. i promise not to burden you. he can’t be alone again.

when you exchange gifts, his eyes light up like a little kid’s on christmas morning. he’ll immediately hug it to his chest, a grin spreading over his face. “you didn’t have to, you know~ but i love it!” if it’s a sentimental gift, like a scrapbook or letter, he’ll get unusually quiet before pulling you into a warm hug, almost lifting you off the ground. “you made this? with your own hands? for me?” his eyes are filled with unadulterated adoration.

“you make everything colorful. i wanna be your valentine forever!”

sae itoshi

“everything is wrong, but it’s alright.”

acts like he forgot what day it is whenever you “subtly” ask him about his plans on february 14.

“what does that have to do with me?”

despite thinking it’s just another day, his gifts are always luxurious and top quality. he may be aloof, but he’s not stupid. he wouldn’t stay with you if he didn’t like you.

besides, he’d rather avoid your sulking and whining if he decided not to celebrate.

will ignore and simply mutter a “none of your business” if his teammates ask where he’s heading.

observant and has a mental note of the items your eyes linger on whenever you bring him shopping with you.

money is never an issue in your relationship, so he doesn’t understand why you don’t just outright tell him to buy you things. i mean, isn’t that what he’s supposed to do as your boyfriend? you’re so confusing.

when you’re busy, he returns to the mall, swiping his card with the same stoic, unamused expression on his face.

doesn’t bother asking for assistance or inspiration from other couples. if you don’t like it, he’ll return it.

on valentine’s day, he takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner, presenting you with your favorite flowers and luxurious name-brand jewelry. he prefers showing his affections privately through acts of services, but he’ll make an exception for tonight with the way your face lights up.

“stop thanking me,” he’d say with a blank expression. you really do make everything a big deal. to him, this is just another date.

the most you’re getting is a curt “thank you” for your gifts, but the words are spoken from the bottom of his heart. he appreciates you, and you can tell by the way his eyes soften as he reads your letter.

“you’re too easy to please. what’s so special about today? i could buy you these any other time.”

reo mikage

“you’re the only good thing in my life.”

of course he remembers what day it is. he remembers everything related to you.

doesn’t stress much about the timing or cost of gifts. money has never been an issue for him, and he’d spend thousands on you without hesitation.

expect a dozen bouquets of roses, hand picked luxurious jewelry, and an invite to a high end restaurant. he’s whipped as hell. goes a bit overboard with spending, but he was honestly just happy to show his appreciation for you.

grew up with a silver spoon and has gotten everything he’s ever wanted. his parents showed affection through presents and materialistic items, so it translates into his relationships too. thinks grand gestures are the greatest proof of love.

a confident man. not afraid to hold your hand or drape an arm over your shoulder if anyone complimented you or confessed. he’d tilt his head at them and smile, head resting on the crook of your shoulder and arms snugly wrapped around your waist. “they are pretty, aren’t they?”

shows up to your place with a suit and escorts you to his car like a true gentleman. he’s adapted to wearing suits to conferences and his father’s business meetings, so he doesn’t mind putting it on for you.

your driveway is covered in large bouquets and beautifully wrapped gifts, rose petals trailing from your porch to the sidewalk.

outwardly grinning but he’s extremely nervous. you can’t tell unless you pay attention to the way he tugs at his tie and fidgets with his collar.

nothing you buy him can compete. so when you make him something by hand, his eyes light up and he stares at it as if it holds the weight of the world. his fingers brush over it carefully, almost disbelieving. “this must’ve taken you forever…” will keep it for a lifetime. he loves you so much, and it shows by the way he hugs you and buries his face into your neck.

“thank you y/n… you really know how to surprise me, huh?”

you catch him rereading the letter and reopening the contents of your gift later that night when he thinks you aren’t looking. spends the entire night cuddled by your side.

"i’ll spoil you every year, so promise me you’ll stay with me forever.”

[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑖𝑡𝑒

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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Izuku’s big green eyes were wide and trembling. He looked appalled, and somewhat horrified as well, although you supposed that was only natural, considering what you’d just asked him. In a human-dominated world such as this one, someone like you was an obvious anomaly.  

Still, you weren’t feeling well right now. Far from it, as a matter of fact. The suddenness of your being brought into this different realm was clearly having an adverse effect on your body. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt such a dizzying wave of hunger before.  

If you didn’t consume some blood, and soon, things were going to get ugly.  

You swallowed hard, trying not to scare him too much. “I can understand... why you’d be shocked. I’ve been catching you off guard with so many different things. But, um, you see... I’m actually a vampire. I need to drink blood in order to survive. And I'm feeling super weak all of a sudden...”  

Cue the silence. He wasn’t speaking at all. Actually, it was more accurate to say that he couldn’t speak, what with the way his mouth had frozen from shock. His reaction was enough to tell you that vampires definitely weren’t commonplace in this world, unlike what you’d been hoping for.  

“V-Vampire,” Izuku blinked, still trying to wrap his head around your words. “This is all just... I’m sorry, but I don’t know what to think. By vampire, you mean those supernatural beings that drink blood from humans?”  

“Ah. So, you have heard of us.”  

“Only in books and movies! Not in real life!”  

“Well, it looks as though what may be fiction in one world is actually reality in another. When you think about it, having multiple worlds in the first place is already crazy enough. Before I was cast away, I hadn’t even considered the possibility.”  

As much as you would have loved to sit down and have a proper conversation explaining the details of your situation, you could feel yourself growing weaker by the second. At first, it was just that your body felt hot and you were rather dizzy, but your stomach was starting to have painful pangs, and the cut on your shoulder was throbbing uncontrollably. You hadn’t realized just how much strain this change would place on your body. Fuck... 

You felt like you might go insane.  

“I-I’m sorry for frightening you,” you managed weakly. This was bad. This was really, really bad. If Izuku didn’t agree to give you some of his blood, you were afraid that in your desperation, you might just lunge straight at him. The whole purpose of you being here was so that you could learn to control yourself, but how could you do that under these circumstances? Your body felt like it was being ripped apart from the inside. Even your brain was starting to turn to mush.  

Izuku now looked visibly concerned, although it could have been that your vision was also starting to fail you. Either way, it seemed like he was beginning to take your words much more seriously. The way you kept on gasping for breath and clutching at your injured shoulder probably had something to do with it.  

“Are you... telling the truth?” he asked quietly. “If you’re really telling the truth, and you need to do this otherwise you won’t survive... then I don’t mind giving you my blood.”  

You gave him a look of disbelief. He... actually believed you? If vampires truly didn’t exist in this world, then he really had no reason to. You imagined that most people would have probably shrugged you off, assuming that you were putting on some overdramatic performance for whatever reason. Maybe they would have even thought you were insane.  

But not Izuku. You could tell by the way he was looking at you. Whether or not he was truly convinced by your words, it seemed like in this moment, the only thing he was interested in was helping to ease your pain.  

He wanted to save you. That was what his eyes seemed to convey.  

“If you really don’t mind... then, please,” you nodded. Beads of cold sweat had begun to form across your forehead. You were on the verge of passing out if you didn’t drink any blood soon, and now that you were in a foreign land, you feared to discover just how dire the consequences would be.  

Izuku glanced around, then gestured for you to follow him. “L-Let’s maybe go somewhere a bit more private,” he offered. “If you think you’re able to make it a bit further...?”  

That was probably for the best. Drawing needless attention to yourself wouldn’t do you any favors, and you were fairly certain that most people would be flabbergasted—and probably horrified—if they saw what you were about to do.  

Steeling yourself against the pain, you followed Izuku and headed for a more secluded area. He kept on glancing over at you nervously the whole time, checking in to make sure you were still okay. Well, you weren’t really okay, but relief was only a short while away, so you told yourself to hold on just a bit longer. 

Finally, you seemed to have reached a good spot. A small alleyway behind a rather shoddy-looking building. You hoped its poor condition meant that most people wouldn’t come this way. 

Izuku looked nervous, and you couldn’t really blame him. “Um, so...” he said, twiddling his thumbs. “H-How exactly do we do this...?”  

“The neck,” you said, swallowing impatiently. “It’s the easiest spot for me to bite into. But if you’re too scared, I could use your arm instead. Actually, maybe it’s better that way. It’ll be easier for you to push me back if you need to.”  

“Why would I need to push you back?”  

“Because...”  

Because I might not be able to stop myself.  

You didn’t voice that last part out loud, as guilty as you felt about it. There was no point in scaring Izuku off, especially since it wouldn’t change your predicament in the slightest. If he got too frightened and ran off, you would just have to find some other poor person to feed off. And unlike with Izuku, you doubted they would go along so willingly.  

You also didn’t exactly have the luxury of time on your side. The longer you waited, the weaker you became and the more ravenous you felt. The worst-case scenario would be if you lost control of yourself and started attacking people indiscriminately. After all, your family wouldn’t be here to stop you this time.  

“Never mind,” you said with a shake of your head. “But... if you’re sure you want to do this, then please roll up your sleeve and stick your arm out.”  

Izuku nodded hastily and did just that. He exposed his forearm, which was practically blemish-free, a small dusting of freckles strewn across certain areas. Even though hardly anything had changed, you could feel your heart beating a bit faster. He smelled way too good. If this was how good he smelled, you could only imagine how much better he would taste.  

It was a challenge, but you forced yourself to get a grip. You never wanted a repeat of what had happened with your friend. You never wanted to hurt someone like that ever again.

Fingers shaking a bit, you carefully grabbed Izuku’s arm and lifted it towards your mouth. You were both quite nervous, it looked like, but each for the opposite reason. Izuku’s was for fear of getting hurt, and yours was for fear of hurting him.  

But there was no way around it. You weren’t about to roll over and die after being in this new world for less than a day.  

You parted your lips and unhinged your jaw. Izuku let out a little gasp when he saw the way your teeth sharpened; your canines turning into pointed fangs. If he didn’t believe you to begin with, it looked like he was definitely starting to now.  

“This is going to hurt quite a bit,” you warned him. You felt it was only fair for him to prepare himself in advance. Izuku, however, didn’t seem deterred.  

“It’s okay,” he nodded. “You need help. I’m going to help you.”  

Without giving him another chance to second-guess his decision, you sank your fangs into the skin near his wrist. As expected, he let out a hiss and sucked in a breath of air to keep from screaming. All things considered, he was taking it surprisingly well. Most people who weren’t used to having their blood sucked tended to panic quite a bit the first time.  

But honestly, you were too distracted to marvel in his bravery right now. Just as you’d surmised, his blood really was beyond your expectations. Different humans tended to have different tastes; like with everything else in life, there was a certain amount of variety you could expect. That being said, you’d tasted plenty of delicious blood before.  

Even so, Izuku’s was easily the best.

You slurped from his skin greedily, relieved to feel your strength coming back to you almost at once. Every so often, Izuku would scrunch up his nose and shudder. His eyes were squeezed shut, probably because he was too scared to actually watch what was happening. That was fine, though. He was already being more than generous towards you, and for a human who’d only just found out vampires actually existed, his courage was truly admirable.  

It was like you’d died and gone to heaven, if there really was such a place. Assuming vampires were allowed in heaven, anyways. The point was that you’d never tasted anything so delicious before in your entire life, and you wanted to keep gorging yourself on his blood—for the rest of eternity, if you could.  

Alas, you couldn’t. It was hard, really hard, but you forced yourself to pull away. Izuku’s blood was intoxicating, but you needed to learn from your mistakes. You couldn’t harm the person who’d risked his own wellbeing just to try and help you.  

Gaze lidded, you wiped the back of your hand across your mouth, cleaning away any blood that still lingered on your lips. “All done,” you said.  

Izuku finally worked up the nerve to open his eyes again and get a proper look at you. He paused for a moment, looking a bit uncertain, before finally glancing down near his wrist, where he noticed the two puncture marks your fangs had left behind.  

“Y-You really drank my blood,” he marveled, lightly pressing near the wounds. They were definitely tender, so he winced a bit when he applied a touch too much force.  

“Thank you so much,” you sighed heavily. “I’m feeling a lot better now. I made sure not to take too much blood from you, but how is it? Are you feeling lightheaded or anything like that? Does it still hurt a lot even though I’ve stopped?”  

Izuku shook his head. “No... I’m okay. I’m not really sure how to describe it, but I could definitely feel that you were sucking my blood out. I-It's not a sensation I ever thought I would experience, that much is for sure.”  

“You’re amazing, Izuku. You let me suck your blood even though you must have been so scared.”  

“I’m nothing special!” he blurted. His face had turned red again. You figured it had less to do with you sucking his blood and more so the fact that you’d complimented him. “You weren’t looking so good earlier, but it seems like that’s changed for the better now. I’m so relieved,” he smiled. “That means I was able to make a difference, right?”  

Although you’d only just met, it was already abundantly clear that he was a good guy.  

You grinned back at him. “Back in my world, even the humans that are used to having their blood sucked still get a bit scared from time to time. But you took it like a champ, even though you didn’t know what to expect. You really are incredible. There’s no need to be embarrassed. Being brave is something to take pride in.”  

“I-I-If you say so!” Izuku spluttered nervously. He didn’t seem to handle praise well. Perhaps he wasn’t used to hearing it?  

If that was the case, then you’d have to do your best to change fix that.  

But seriously... what a relief. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t drink any blood right away.  

The reality was that you very well could have died. There was no one here to look after you. Even though this punishment seemed quite cruel, you knew that you’d only ended up in this position thanks to your negligence. A life was a life. Like your parents had said, you needed to never take it for granted ever again.  

Although the momentary silence wasn’t unsettling, Izuku still felt the need to chime in. “Um, so... are you okay now, [Name]?”  

“Yes! I’m as good as new,” you beamed, twirling in place for emphasis.  

“I’m glad to hear that. But... what are you going to do next? You said you don’t have a place to live, right? Because your family sent you here?”  

Ah. Right. Even though the emergency had been dealt with, you were still pretty royally screwed.  

You nodded somberly. “Yeah. I did something to really upset them, so they told me I’m not allowed to come home until I’ve taken the time to reflect on my mistakes and mature a bit.”  

“Still... a whole different world?” Izuku gaped. “That’s way too severe of a punishment, no matter what! How could your parents do that to you? What exactly did you do that made them so angry?”

You swallowed. Honestly, you were hesitant to reveal the exact reason behind your banishment. Izuku had been nothing but kind to you, but if he found out what you’d done, he might leave you behind and never look back.  

“I don’t want to say,” you admitted, casting your head to the ground. “I’m sorry. Just... not right away. Maybe once you get to know me a bit better.”  

Izuku looked surprised at first, but he quickly shook his head. “No, I shouldn’t have tried to pry in the first place!” he reassured. “It sounds like you’ve been through a lot already. I can’t even imagine what I would do if I was in your place... sorry for pressuring you for an answer.”  

“There’s no reason to apologize. It’s only natural to be curious.”  

You really were fortunate to have run into Izuku. For once, acting on your bloodthirst had proven to be the right call.  

Still. You were very much in a sticky situation.

“This is incredibly shameless of me,” you started, clenching your hands into fists and swallowing your embarrassment, “but... is there any way I might be able to stay with you for a little while? As of now, you’re the only one who knows that I’m a vampire from a different world. I’m just really lost and afraid, but you’ve been so nice to me, and even helped me. Just for a little while—just long enough for me to figure out what to do next. Would that be okay...?”  

Of course it wasn’t okay. You couldn’t believe that you were even daring to impose on him like this. But you weren’t lying about being scared. Just because you were strong didn’t mean that you didn’t get nervous or doubt yourself. You were only fourteen years old, apart from your family for the very first time—literally worlds apart.  

You were far from perfect, and you knew that. You just hoped that Izuku might be willing to put up with you for a little longer.

“Okay.”  

You blinked.  

Wait... what did he just say?  

It wasn’t just the fact that he’d said it. It was the way he’d said it, with little to no hesitation whatsoever. 

Izuku smiled shyly. “You need help, and I’m happy that you think I might be able to lend a hand. Normally I would suggest going to the heroes for something serious like this... but your situation is definitely unique, so I can understand why you’d be scared when you don’t know anything about this place. We can figure out a solution together... a-alright?”  

Tears welled up in your eyes. You couldn’t help it. He wasn’t just a good guy. He was an absolute angel.  

“My hero!” you couldn’t help but cry out, throwing yourself over him and giving him a big hug. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! This means more to me than you’ll ever know! I promise that no matter what I have to do, I’ll find a way to repay you somehow!”  

Izuku let out a noise that was somewhere in between a squeak and a gasp. He didn’t try to push you off as you squeezed your arms around him. Actually, his face was so red that it looked like he was about to start blowing steam from his ears, so you figured he was frozen stiff from shock.  

At the risk of sending him into cardiac arrest, you decided you should probably pull away and give him some space.  

“Sorry about that,” you apologized sheepishly. “I got a bit too excited there.”  

Izuku’s cheeks were still aflush, and he was staring at you in some sort of daze. “...hero,” he mumbled.  

“Hm?”  

“You just... called me your hero,” he swallowed, suddenly looking as though he was about to cry tears of joy.  

“Because you are,” you encouraged happily. “You’re saving me big-time!”  

“It’s just... no one’s ever said that to me before. Not a single person.”  

“Wow. So, I guess that makes me the first!”  

“Yeah.” Izuku let out a giggle, and you could’ve sworn your heart skipped a beat. He was grinning ear-to-ear now. “You’re the first, [Name].”  

Something told you that despite being banished, this world had plenty of bright moments in store for you.

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[jaytim] baby bird ?

this wip is really old!! i started writing this one i think before or just after i started working on script: flipped, my first (& mostly gen) reverse robins au.

it’s not abandoned necessarily but i haven’t worked on it in agesssss

anyway, its the classic plot of ‘tim finds out ra’s has used his dna to make a baby and, well. he has a baby now uhoh’

Six hours later, at eleven in the morning, Jason lets himself into the Monarch. In one hand, he holds a to-go cup of coffee from Tim’s favorite cafe. In the other, he has a bag containing a breakfast sandwich. He’s pretty sure the coffee will purchase him at least five minutes of Tim’s time before he gets thrown out if Tim is feeling secretive. The sandwich is just because he doubts Tim’s eaten since he got back.

He finds Tim on the couch.

Tim starts at the sight of him, banging his leg on the coffee table, one hand shooting out to catch his laptop before it goes tumbling to the floor. “Jason!” Tim’s voice is just shy of a yelp. “What are you doing here?” He sets the laptop onto the coffee table, and shoots to his feet.

Definitely not suspicious.

Jason holds out the coffee cup. “Hadn’t seen you in a bit. Thought I’d drop in.” Jason’s voice is chipper. Cheerful. “I also brought food.”

Tim stares longingly at the coffee and—after a moment—snatches both it and the bag from Jason’s hands.

Jason plops into a chair adjacent from the couch. “So, are you workin’ a case?”

“...something like that,” Tim mutters, downing the coffee like it was water and he was a man dying of thirst. He doesn’t come up for air until he’s guzzled at least half the drink by Jason’s estimation. Then, he opens the bag and tears into the sandwich. He’s midway through his third bite when he says, “So, what’d you need, anyway?”

Or. Well. That’s what Jason thinks he says. It’s a bit garbled, given the food stuffed in his mouth.

Jason is kind enough to ignore it. “Like I said,” Jason repeats. “I just wanted to check in. Hadn’t seen you on the streets in a bit and got a little worried, s’all.”

For whatever reason, Tim flushes. “Oh. Um. Well. I’m fine, as you can see.” He gestures.

Jason nods at him. “Uh-huh. Sure. But, now that I’m here, I’m curious. What exactly have you been doing?”

Tim takes another bite of his sandwich in lieu of answering. Jason can see the wheels of his brain turning, putting together an excuse. He narrows his eyes.

Tim lies to Batman, and gets away with it, on the reg. Whatever he says, it’s going to be plausible. If it was any other day, he might even have evidence to back it up... but this time, he hasn’t thought that far ahead—which means he’s going to lie to Jason, and Jason is going to know it’s a lie.

The question is: how hard does he press?

Tim swallows. He opens his mouth to answer, but, before he can get the words out he’s cut off by... something that sounds suspiciously like an infant’s wail.

Tim stiffens.

Jason stares.

Blinks.

“Tim,” he says slowly. “Is that a fucking baby?”

Tim winces. “...I can explain.” The cry continues, growing steadily louder. “In a second.” He drops the half-eaten sandwich onto the empty bag and then darts off towards the sound. He returns with a baby, what the fuck, wrapped in a red blanket.

The child is tiny, fitting neatly in the crook of Tim’s arms as he goes into the kitchen. Tim gets a pre-prepared bottle from the fridge and nukes it. He tests the liquid on his wrist in a motion that was sure, but unpracticed, before guiding the nipple into the infant’s mouth. The cries quiet immediately as the baby latches on, drinking almost as greedily as Tim had earlier.

Tim returns to the couch, sitting opposite Jason again. He leans back against the cushions with a heaving sigh.

Jason can’t help the way he stares at the baby. It’s eyes are half closed; tiny little hands pressed against the bottle, kneading against the hard plastic. Tim’s free hand supports its head; his thumb stroking through the feathery hair.

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[phoenixremix69]

Charlie would totally use bodyswapping for therapy and it would lead to so many different types of angst

Husk hates being in angel's body because he can feel just how much physical abuse he takes just from his job, not to mention val and it makes him feel guilty about the shit he put his contractees through

Angel hates being in husk because he's still a very sexual person but he hates himself for even considering doing anything in another person's body because consent

Charlie is fine being inside vaggie but she starts to realize just how different it is to be an angel who's never been to heaven vs one that got kicked out, like she can physically feel the lack of god's love or heaven's grace or whatever

vaggie has the same reaction but reversed. it's like the difference in a houseplant vs a cactus in regards to getting no water. one is designed to rarely need water while the other was watered previously but both are still dying of thirst

Pentious hates being in Niffty because her damaged brain is making his forget things and is making him easily distracted

Niffty hates being pentious because she has a whole brain now and she's remembering things she was enjoying forgetting

Alastor hates being lucifer, because on top of vaggie's lack of love times 100000, he can also feel all of hell, all of the rings, every sinner and hellborn, and it makes him feel powerful, this is what god must feel like, to have a million cords all leading to infinite outlets, but those cords are also chains, weighing him down, crushing him. To have infinite power and size, but to be powerless under the weight of said power

Lucifer actually feels pretty good as al. and he absolutely hates it. what does it say about him, to prefer this rotten carcass to his own angelic form? this flesh wrapped in the blood of hundreds versus the tarnished perfection of what god gave him. he should be sickened. and he's not

[agatharkn3ss]

the Tarot reading (spoilers)

We have today's clip from ep.7, where Lilia explains the layout of the Safe Passage tarot spread. In one of the promos, there is also a shot showing cards on the table in that same spread, so I thought I'll put the two together, just for fun!

In the clip it looks like maybe Lilia is doing a reading for Billy as he's sat in front of her? But the cards below seem like they would suit Agatha better (though I'll leave the psychic interpretations to you!). So maybe they all get a reading each?

(The card meanings taken from biddytarot.com)

Card 1: "You, The Traveller": Five of Wands [Reversed]

UPRIGHT: Conflict, disagreements, competition, tension, diversity REVERSED: Inner conflict, conflict avoidance, tension release In the Five of Wands, five men appear to be fighting each other, using their wands as weapons. However, on closer observation, their wands are raised but not striking or injuring anyone. It is as if there is no real purpose or outcome in this chaotic scene other than to create conflict and sow discord amongst the group. Each man wears a different outfit, symbolising their diverse backgrounds and belief systems, and suggesting that, because of their differences, they cannot find harmony and common ground with one another

Card 2: "What's missing, the reason for your quest": Two of Wands

UPRIGHT: Future planning, progress, decisions, discovery REVERSED: Personal goals, inner alignment, fear of unknown, lack of planning The Two of Wands shows a man, dressed in a red robe and hat, holding a small globe. The world is literally in his hands, marking the enormous potential before him if he can expand his horizons accordingly. He stands within the confines of his castle, suggesting that while he is contemplating significant opportunities, the man has not yet left his comfort zone to pursue them; he is still very much in the planning phase. His hand rests on an upright wand, and a second wand is affixed to the castle’s wall, a further sign that he is still not ready to venture out. In the background, the land is fertile while also rocky, promising that he has a good chance for success, so long as he can overcome the challenges that will arise.

Card 3: "The path behind, wounds suffered, lessons learnt": The World

UPRIGHT: Completion, integration, accomplishment, travel REVERSED: Seeking personal closure, short-cuts, delays The World card shows a naked woman wrapped in a purple cloth, dancing inside a large laurel wreath. She looks behind her to the past, while her body moves forward to the future. In her hands are two wands or batons, like the one The Magician holds. It is a symbol that what was manifested with The Magician has now come to completion with The World. The wreath is circular, symbolizing a continual cycle of successful completion and new beginnings because, as the woman steps through the wreath, she is completing one phase but beginning another one almost straight away. Around the wreath are four figures (a lion, bull, cherub and eagle), similar to those in the Wheel of Fortune. Both The World and the Wheel of Fortune speak to the cyclical nature of your life and your progression through its cycles. The four figures represent the four fixed signs of the Zodiac—Leo, Taurus, Aquarius, and Scorpio. They are symbolic of the four elements, the four suits of Tarot, four compass points, four seasons, and the four corners of the Universe. They are here to guide you from one phase to the next, bringing balance and harmony to your journey.

Card 4: "The path ahead, space for growth and discovery": Page of Swords

UPRIGHT: New ideas, curiosity, thirst for knowledge, new ways of communicating REVERSED: Self-expression, all talk and no action, haphazard action, haste The Page of Swords shows a young man standing with his sword pointing upwards to the sky. His body and the sword lean in one direction, but he looks the other way as if to see what else is happening around him. A breeze blows through the young man’s hair, and the clouds behind him appear to dash through the sky, bringing dynamic energy to the card. The ground on which the Page stands is green and fertile, suggesting that the Page’s ideas are likely to bring positive change and forward movement.

Card 5: "Obstacles": Wheel of Fortune (btw this card - and the Tower card - was also shown behind William Kaplan in Lilia's tent at the bar mitzvah)

UPRIGHT: Good luck, karma, life cycles, destiny, a turning point REVERSED: Bad luck, resistance to change, breaking cycles The Wheel of Fortune card shows a giant wheel, with three figures on the outer edges. Four Hebrew letters – YHVH (Yod Heh Vau Heh), the unpronounceable name of God – are inscribed on the wheel’s face. There are also the letters TORA, thought to be a version of the word Torah, meaning ‘law’, or TAROT, or even ROTA (Latin for ‘wheel’). The middle wheel has the alchemical symbols for mercury, sulphur, water and salt – the building blocks of life and the four elements – and represents formative power. On the outer circle is a snake, the Egyptian god Typhon (the god of evil), descending on the left side. The snake also represents the life force plunging into the material world. On the right side rises the Anubis, the Egyptian God of the dead who welcomes souls to the underworld. And on top of the wheel sits the Sphinx, representing knowledge and strength. In the corners of the Wheel of Fortune card are four winged creatures, each associated with the four fixed signs of the Zodiac: the angel is Aquarius, the eagle is Scorpio, the lion is Leo, and the bull is Taurus. Their wings signify stability amidst movement and change, and each holds the Torah, representing wisdom.

Card 6: "A potential Windfall": The Hanged Man

UPRIGHT: Pause, surrender, letting go, new perspectives REVERSED: Delays, resistance, stalling, indecision The Hanged Man shows a man suspended from a T-shaped cross made of living wood. He is hanging upside-down, viewing the world from a completely different perspective, and his facial expression is calm and serene, suggesting that he is in this hanging position by his own choice. He has a halo around his head, symbolizing new insight, awareness and enlightenment. His right foot is bound to the tree, but his left foot remains free, bent at the knee and tucked in behind his right leg. His arms are bent, with hands held behind his back, forming an inverted triangle. The man is wearing red pants representing human passion and the physical body, and a blue vest for knowledge. The Hanged Man is the card of ultimate surrender, of being suspended in time and of martyrdom and sacrifice to the greater good.

Card 7: "The Destination": Ten of Swords

UPRIGHT: Painful endings, deep wounds, betrayal, loss, crisis REVERSED: Recovery, regeneration, resisting an inevitable end The Ten of Swords shows a man lying face down, apparently dead, with ten swords in his back. A red cape drapes over the lower half of his body as a sign of dignity as he leaves this world. While the dark sky is ominous, the sun is rising on the horizon, bringing a renewed sense of hope and opportunity. The calm sea in the background also brings solace, suggesting that even in times of darkness, there is a sense of peace and calm to be found.

[ardorwritesfanfic]

BLLK Men and Overstimulation

A/N: Most of my headcanons for these men included them overstimulating the reader, but know I must share my opinions on the reverse!! Pls enjoy!

Warnings: AFAB!Reader, handjobs, blowjobs, penetration, unprotected sex, use of sex toys (m!receiving), dom/sub dynamics (ish?).

Featuring: Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Isagi Yoichi, Reo Mikage

Requests are open! My ask box is always open to thirsts and chit chat as well!

Rin Itoshi

Your jaw ached as you bobbed your head along his length. Your pace was slow, fighting your partners hands as they gripped your hair. You had been at this for a while, having already made your teal-haired boyfriend cum several times. His breath grew uneven, as soft moans escaped his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes, taking note of his features. His cheeks were a dark shade of red, which spread across his nose like a blanket. You could just barely make out tears in the corners of his eyes, threating to spill if this teasing lasted much longer. His lips were puffy and red, bitemarks prominent. He had been trying to keep himself quiet.

Your eyes travelled down his body. His neck was covered in purplish bruises, ones that you had so lovingly left him. Scratch marks stood out against the pale skin of his chest. His nipples were red with your abuse. You hummed with content, admiring how pretty he looked covered in your marks. The vibration earned a lewd moan from your boyfriend, before his hand came up to cover his mouth. Slowly, your brought your hands up to his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh in your palms. A beautiful muffled moan graced your ears, egging you on. You put slight pressure into your fingertips as you gently dragged your nails along the insides of his thigh.

"S-shit, I-I fuck! That feels too good, I c-can't cum again ah!" Rin moaned, small tears running down his cheeks. His pleading only motivated your more, quickening your pace. Your hands roamed his body as best as they could, reaching up to play with his sensitive chest. Rin began panting as your sucked a little too hard on his sensitive tip, almost choking on his length. "Hah hah, I can- I fuck too much shit! Oh god I-!" Rin panted before his whole body jolted with pleasure. His moans slowly turned to whines as you helped him ride out his orgasm, breath only slowing when you stopped your movement altogether. With a small 'pop' you released him from your mouth, swallowing his delicious hot liquid. You opened your mouth to stick your tongue out, showing him that you has swallowed it all.

"You're so pretty when you're all overstimulated, Rinnie~" you cooed. Rin tried his hardest not to look at your, shielding his blushing face from your vision.

"I'll g-get back at you f-for that..."

Sae Itoshi

Sae whined as your moved your hand agonizingly slow. What was this? The fifth time you were going to make him cum? Sae didn't care, all he could focus on was the feeling of your hand pumping his shaft. His hips bucked into your hand, earning a frustrated grunt when you stilled your hand. "Move your fucking hand..." Sae hissed, hands gripping the pillow behind his head. You let out a small huff, before returning to your painfully slow pace. Sae growled in frustration, aquamarine eyes piercing into your soul. "Move faster." He demanded.

"Fine, but remember you asked for this." You hummed, increasing your speed tenfold. Sae's grunts quickly turned to whines as a result of your quickening pace, his chest rising and falling at a quickened pace. "O-Oh shit! That feels agh so fucking good!" Sae groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. His whole body seemed to react with increased intensity this time. His toes curled, and the muscles flexed with every moan. His biceps bulged as he frantically grabbed anything he could get his hands on. His abdomen flexed with every stroke of your hand. You could tell he was approaching his climax at a rapid speed.

You smirked at the adorable face your normally stoic fiancé made. It was then you decided that you were going to ruin this man, without letting him inside you. You leaned over towards him, dipping your head towards his collarbone. You pressed a searing kiss to the sensitive flesh, sucking gently. You added more pressure to your hand, squeezing the tip of his cock with every stroke. Your nails grazed his shaft, following the vein that ran from base to tip. Heavy pants and wicked moans filled your ears, as you felt his entire body start to vibrate. Sae's moans quickly turned to whines, his thighs beginning to shake. The pleasure was too much, he couldn't handle it any longer.

"Fuck, I-I cant hold on! F-Feels so fuckingh good. Fucking shit!" Sae cried as pleasure rocked through his body. His limbs felt like they were on fire, his whole body hot as he reached his climax. Peering out through his lashes, he saw you staring at your hand, which was covered in his thick cum. Panting and feeling his muscles grow sore with fatigue he smirked.

"Want me to clean that up for you? Or will you be a good girl and do it yourself?

Isagi Yoichi

Drool pooled out of the blue haired males lips and his tongue hung out of his mouth. Your walls felt deliciously warm and soft around him. His eyes were clouded in lust, pupils blown as he looked up at you in intensity. Your hips ground down on his pelvis at a steady rate, increasing in speed before slowing. You had been at this for hours, how your thighs never grew tired, he'll never know. All he knew is that your movements seemed to be ten timed more sickly sweet than earlier.

His hands desperately grabbed at the flesh of your hips, sure to leave bruises. His cock twitched with every movement, making your walls flutter around him. His gaze was almost animalistic, it took everything in him to not pound up into you as your rode him. Wet squelching sounds filled the room. His entire pelvis was covered in a mixture of your juices and his cum. Both your bodies were ten times more sensitive at this point in the night, and neither of you were sure you'd last much longer.

"P-Please, princess, I-I need this. I-hah... I need you." Isagi growled, gritting his teeth. You had only ever seen this side of him on the field, the way he looked at you as if you were a goal that needed to be scored. Your body couldn't handle it anymore, you needed your release. You quickened your pace sliding up and down his cock as he hit your every sweet spot. You reveled in the moans that the two of you made, like a sultry harmony that only the two of you would ever hear. Strong hands gripped your hips harder as Isagi lost control, pounding into you at breakneck speed. Sinful moans bubbled out of your chest, eyes rolling back as you felt yourself bubble over. Your walls squeezed Isagi tightly as electricity washed over your body in waves, dousing his cock in another layer of your slick. That was enough to send Isagi over the edge, his cock pulsating as he released into you.

Your body soon dropped itself on top of your boyfriend's, unable to hold itself up any longer. Heavy breathing filled the room, as you both basked in each other's body heat. "Shit, baby." Isagi started, "My body is on f-fire." He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, before his entire body relaxed. The two of you seemed to meld into the plush mattress, as sleep settled in.

Reo Mikage

You grinned as you took in the sight before you. You're gorgeous boyfriend was absolutely drenched in a mixture of sweat and his own cum. His eyes were screwed shut, hips bucking aimlessly at the stimulation your provided. His bangs stuck to his forehead, his hands searched desperately for something to grip. Around his erect cock, was a small rubber ring that sat just below his tip. The sound of vibrations were just barely audible. All the while, sweet and sultry moans left his swollen lips. He was absolutely beautiful.

"P-Please, treasure, I can't take it, fuck, p-please touch me ah!" Reo moaned, his eyes glassy from the tears that threatened to spill. His chest was covered in a red blush, which travelled all the way down his stomach. His hand tried to reach out towards you, but the stimulation stopped him in his tracks. A smirk spread across your face, as you shifted your position.

"I'm not sure I should do that, I think you look so pretty like this~" you cooed increasing the toy's speed. Reo moaned with pleasure, hips bucking wildly. His cock pulsated, twitching as he inched closer to his climax. Seeing his reaction, you slowed the speed again, earning a desperate whine. He growled as his eyes darted towards your frame, frustration mixed with lust present on his face. Reo muttered something about your actions being "cold", but was quickly interrupted when you turned the cock ring all the way up. "I'm going to make you cum untouched, my love~" you cooed, biting your lip.

Reo's erotic moans filled the room, choking on his own sounds as the sensation became too intense. He panted heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepared for his climax. "Oh shit, fuck! I'm gonna cum! I'm guh!" His cock twitched, a slew of whines and moans leaving his lips as thick ropes of cum shot out of him, coating his belly. Slowly, you turned the toy off, scooching over to your boyfriends exhausted body. Gently, you combed his bangs out of his face. Reo whined, his body still too sensitive to handle your touch. Pressing a loving kiss to his forehead, you whispered your praises, before getting a cold towel to help him clean up.

[randomfoggytiger]

Mulder's Alien Baby Baby Trauma In-Depth (Part XVIII): Trial by Fire and Trust Falls

Mulder and Doggett finally become a team as the Galpex-Orpheus crew turns mutinous... and Mulder must decide what kind of father, and man, he will become in the wake of these events.

WHAT YOU GONNA DO WHEN IT ALL BURNS DOWN?

Racing into the radio room to find the place ablaze, Mulder freezes briefly, mouth open in fear, before Agent Doggett sweeps in and pulls at his arm. Both rush outside, looking around for something to stop the fire as they reemerge.

Doggett's gesture here is important: on the heels of Mulder's willingness to play ball, it introduces another layer of communication between them-- touch. Now established, Mulder-- a naturally physical person-- will extend his modus operandi to include Scully's new partner.

There's only one extinguisher on hand, prompting Agent Doggett's hunt-and-retrieve mission… which, in turn, hurries him right into the ambush of a very frightened, very paranoid Diego Garza. 

It’s a neat little role reversal: the replaced is now put in position to rescue the replacer-- payback for Doggett storming the DOD and helping the gang escape-- and the first of two x-files related cases where Mulder must save his rival-turned-damsel-in-distress. (All things considered, it’s rare that he's not only placed in the hero’s role, but successful at it.)

Mulder heads back into the control room, alone, giving the audience a clearer glimpse of his stress and repressed terror (as the script notes here.)

Puzzling over the saboteurs' obsession with this room, Mulder's spider senses suddenly kick on when Doggett doesn't reappear an undetermined amount of time later. Those suspicions-- and perhaps a growing awareness of his own lack of reciprocative communication-- are confirmed when the personal radios also go unanswered.

THE TRUTH, FATHERS, AND SONS

Doggett comes to in Diego's hideout, held back from escape at shivering knife point. Looking about the den for means of rapport, he notices a picture taped up to a wire mesh-- Diego's wife, son, and daughter.

It's no mere coincidence, either: Vienen seeks to unpack Mulder's priorities as Scully's due date approaches. We know he has thawed from his distancing (post here), and we know that he has fully accepted his role as the baby's father (posts here, here, here, and here.) But we also know he still jockeys for his right to the X-Files, and that he still believes "the truth" is out there.

However, that's the trick he keeps falling for: "the truth" will always be out there, will always tantalize with answers-- but one must never sacrifice their lives to chase it or they run the risk of looking back at the road not traveled with regret. Like Mulder, Bill Mulder had the same heart and thirst for the truth; but he never turned back, and "the truth" sucked him dry, snatching away his daughter, tearing apart his family, and destroying the man he once was (posts here and here)-- the ultimate price of dedication.

Diego's son and daughter look up at the camera in a mirror image of Mulder and Samantha's happy faces in Dreamland II-- a mirror image, perhaps, of the picture his son will take in the future if he, too, loses a father to "the truth."

Mulder must learn what Frank Spotnitz, The X-Files co-writer, once wisely stated: "You can't get the truth. You can't. There's a larger truth, though: that you can't harness the forces of the cosmos, but you may find somebody else. ...Love is the only truth we can hope to know, as human beings." That's what Mulder and Scully found after nine years. And that's a lot."

We shall see what he decides during Vienen's close.

Bartering his way into freedom, Doggett convinces Diego Garza to let him go… and walks into a second trap. 

The man from his and Mulder’s interrogation (post here) “finds” him, intent on locating Garza-- with purely altruistic motives, of course. Not able to hide his malintent completely, Bo attacks instead, gaining the upper hand and pinning John Doggett down by the throat.

Right before the infection is spread, Mulder materializes, pipe in hand; and beats Bo Taylor over the head--

one, two, three times--

--as Doggett watches on in shock.

(The below set is staggeringly easy to map onto the ideas David Duchovny had for exploring his character's abduction and torture: what ferocity did Mulder's nature resort to-- ineffectively-- in the slim hopes of beating off another round of tests? Not ferocious enough to lose touch with his humanity, as we're shown; but if that be the case, his measures were probably largely ineffectual.)

Doggett is paralyzed at the sudden influx and immediate recession of chaos; but snaps out of it with Mulder’s helping hand and wheezy, no-nonsense, “Get up, Agent Doggett-- there’s more where that came from." 

Here, then, is the first time Mulder reaches out to Doggett. Empedocles marked his initial efforts of grace and emotional honesty (post here); however, he withdrew those efforts in the beginning of Vienen, stung by perceived rejection (post here.) But the oil rig's forced containment and the other man's up-front, straightforward overtures of respect and honesty have convinced him wholly. (So wholly, in fact, that John Doggett becomes his only hope for the files after he resigns.)

Mulder guides him out this time-- a quick gesture of familiarity.

A few important things to discuss:

This is possibly the second time in canon we’ve seen such blunt, personal, intent-to-kill brutality from Mulder. The first was Duane Barry, whom he let go when rage switched to realization. Here, he beats a man over the head, one-two-three-- totally focused; and rolls off the incident immediately to escape with Doggett. Why?

We’ve seen Mulder completely disregard evil or supernatural entities without remorse. He’s even killed a few monsters in his day-- the Flukeman, for example. This, then, points to his unspoken perspective: to him, Bo Taylor was no longer a man, merely an inhuman vessel for the Oil.

And that presents us with something interesting: the ruthless lengths that Mulder will go to protect himself or others from these creatures is concurrent with his current mental stability. Remorse and pity, empathy and second chances are unique to his nature-- he can’t hold onto vengeance for long. But creatures who offer no pity, who feel nothing other than the desire to hollow out other humanity for an alien purpose, surface the darker aspects of his traits.

Further, this incident reveals how on-edge Mulder still is after his abduction: he may be suppressing his PTSD, he may even be in therapy to treat it, but finding himself trapped in quarantine with alien technology has him on savage pins and needles. He doesn’t just beat the man once, doesn’t just hit him twice, just in case-- he batters him thrice without flinching. 

I wonder what could have been showcased during Mulder’s captivity-- what psychological depths the character would have had to plunder in order to remain mentally intact. Since that was not to be, we are left with mere glimpses to intuit his present state: a tendency towards avoidance that erupts into agitated bursts of violence in the name of self-preservation. 

Lastly, one can draw a parallel between Mulder and his father here, as well: in Travelers, we're shown that Bill wants to expose the Consortium's secrets but is too afraid to buck the system outright. When he solicits Arthur Dales's curiosity, Dales is put in danger and nearly fed to a monster while Bill cows under the gaze of his supervisor. His son, however, will rip apart any power structure or hunt down any predator, no matter the costs to his reputation. Mulder's instincts, therefore, are more self-sacrificing and altruistic than his father's-- one who will act as well as react.

Disturbed, Doggett gazes back at the body for a second longer before following Mulder’s exiting steps. 

The men sprinting back to the radio room; and Mulder hurriedly locks the door while plainly suggesting, “You know anything about radio, Agent Doggett?”

“Yeah, I know a little.” 

“Let’s see what little you know and get that ship-to-shore working.” 

Confused but catching up, Doggett asks, “Call who?” 

“Anybody who can get us off here--”

Heavy bangs and thuds knock against the door-- monsters determined to get in. 

“Get to work!” Mulder snarls, aggressive with panic.

Grabbing a long, metal rod, he prepares for the invading forces, slipping naturally into a practiced baseball stance-- one more life lesson he learned from his father and the aliens; one more little touch of humanity he might not be able to pass onto his own child.

GOING DOWN SWINGING

Night falls, and the men are still banging down the door. 

Maneuvering the last of the heavy furniture as a barricade, Mulder shouts, “Agent Doggett!” over his shoulder. 

“I’m working on it!”

“I don’t think this door is going to hold much longer!” His litany is interrupted by an unexpected burst of music; and he angrily turns around to yell, “Wagner?” above the chaos. 

Raising his hands, Doggett says, “What do you want?” 

An idea rupturing forth, Mulder dashes close, excited. “I take it back, it’s perfect.” 

“Hold this--” the other man warns, handing over a wire as he slowly traces another line to find the microphone. 

The two are shoulder-to-shoulder, heads bent above this shared piece of salvation-- finally, a nearly functioning team-- as they hope against hope their transmission will get through. And this time, Mulder doesn't lock eyes with Doggett over the phone (post here.)

Fortunately for them, Scully picks up the transfer. “Agent Doggett?”

“Agent Scully,” Doggett tries to assure, “yeah, I’m right here.”

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes!” Mulder yells as the bangs get louder and louder. 

“What was that?” she asks, hand to her other ear as the noises filter through the receiver. 

“That’s someone knocking on the door--” Mulder hollers, running back to bolster his barricade. 

“Mulder, listen to me--” Scully begins, unaware that her lecture is not only untimely but also fruitless; unaware that her two partners are hanging by a thread from death, and that the one she is addressing is already across the room. Despite everything, her first partner turns, a smile of stress and intimacy swiping upward. “--I think I know why they killed this man, if not how they killed him.” 

“Right now we got bigger problems,” Doggett insists. “We need a chopper.”   

“We’ve got choppers on the way,” Scully assures, nodding-- and aren’t they lucky to have her thinking alongside them, preparing one step ahead in case everything goes wrong? 

Shoved up against the furniture, Mulder hollers out instructions. “Tell her all the men are infected-- she’s got to get word to the choppers not to land on the platform!” 

“Well, how they supposed to get us?” the other man points out, worry beginning to wear down his stoic mask. 

A hinge cracks through as glass breaks-- the door is giving, and fast. 

“Well that issue--” Mulder screams, “--is rapidly becoming moot!” 

Agent Doggett hops back on the radio, doing his best to relay over the static-- and is rudely and abruptly interrupted by Agent Mulder, weapon in hand, knocking the radio box aside, stealthily and without warning. “What are you doing?” he exclaims as the other man continues to kick the box to death. 

“Destroying their ability to transmit-- just like Diego and Simon.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about contact.”  

“Contact with who? The Mothership?” Doggett chides, eyeing Mulder with keyed-up concern-- Bo Taylor's odd behavior and Mulder's beat-down not far from his thoughts.

Mulder pauses, noticing the abrupt quiet; and places a hand on the other man’s chest (yet another comfortable gesture of familiarity.) “Agent Doggett, listen--”

“No, you just back off.”

“No, no, no. Listen,” he repeats, ignoring the other’s arm swipe, head turned as his body tilts towards the door. 

Complete silence. 

Mulder immediately undoes the latch and peeks through, fellow agent right behind. Advancing into the hallway, he answers Doggett’s “Where’d they go?” with a mumbling, leery, “I don’t know, and I don’t want to stick around to find out. Let’s go, Agent Doggett.” 

He’s on the move, leaping up the nearest ladder when his teammate bolts past-- “I can’t leave him-- Diego Garza”-- without waiting for him to follow. 

“Agent Doggett!” Mulder bellows, stress and fear and concern writ large as he doubles back. 

Reaching Doggett, he finds the man slumped over Garza’s body; and calls out, "Is he coming?" When the other agent straightens, Mulder looks past him and recognizes the posture of death-- but waits, eyes locked on his new friend in concern.

"No," is the reply. Mulder nods understandingly. Man down.

The moment, like many others, must be shoved aside: the choppers’ rotors whirl overhead-- they must keep going. He grabs Doggett's arm and propels them back into the bowels of the rig, taking one last look at the body behind. 

“Agent Doggett, I think I know why they let us go,” he concludes, catching up and passing Doggett with ease while puffing out a theory. (Note: another touch as he flies by.)

“What? Agent Mulder, what are you talking about-- what’s going on?”

Pipes begin to give way, bending and bursting in puffs of heady steam. 

“They’re going to blow the rig!”

“Who?”

Mulder nods at the men appearing from the shadows-- a mixture of "of course" and "right on time" and "do you understand now?"-- before Doggett grabs his attention elsewhere. 

Leading the charge down another hallway, he almost runs straight into a plume of orange fire; and Mulder, forced to follow the other agent back the way they came, presses as close as possible, escaping the vicinity as fast as he can. 

Now covered in oil and fleeing firebombs, both plunge through the wreck, halted here and there by various Black Oiled men blocking their paths before being consumed by the falling rubble and flames. The same pattern holds true: Doggett begins in the lead, Mulder swiftly catches up, Doggett lets him pass without a word, and Mulder brushes his arm as he slides by-- silent acknowledgment of each other's capabilities and sacrifices.

When they scramble to an opening, a helicopter floats down nearby, directing them to dive into the night sea for a (hopefully) safe recovery. 

"What's he saying?" Agent Doggett asks, relying on Mulder this time.

Making out the pilot's hand motions-- in the dark, yards away (that's good eye sight)-- he replies, "I guess he wants us to jump!"

Former soldier Doggett takes this as a matter of course. As the choppers scoot off, he rapidly channels his adrenaline into action, directing, “Now wait a minute, Agent Mulder-- I’m in charge here. On a two count.”

Mulder looks over, baffled at the other man's teasing bravado. Eyebrows scrunched and mouth parted in fear, he's too anxious to feel humored; but tries to quip past these concerns with a wry, “How about a twenty count?” 

Exchanging another glance in commiserative silence, the new X-Files agent pops off, “One… TWO!”, and leads the charge.

Both men barely escape the last series of all-consuming blasts from the floor above--

-- but the horror of being that close while no longer on solid footing sets Mulder off, and he screams all the way down to the gulf below.

They are, we must assume, rescued by the flying machinery taking off into the night. 

CONCLUSION

The last part of Vienen is the trickiest: Mulder's resignation. We shall see what he decides, next time.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[triptychgrip]

Story Preview: The Katsuki-Nikiforovs review the comments on their jointly written friends-to-lovers/role-reversal fanfic

“Just half an hour ago, he whipped out an annoyingly good quad flip, and now he’s fawning over dog costumes like the biggest dork in Japan,” Yuri mumbled incredulously, before peering up at him. “The duality of man, or whatever. Catch you later, Katsudon.”

Yuuri laughed and waved at him before walking over to Viktor, reflecting all the while on how elatedly his husband had reacted when he’d asked him back in April if he’d be open to co-writing a fanfic together. Though he wouldn’t change a single thing about their own love story, the idea of a world in which he had been the “Living Legend” of figure skating before dropping out of sight at the peak of his career to become a coach was endlessly fascinating.

At first, Yuuri had thought about just writing the fic himself and surprising Viktor with it, but when he’d found himself stumped by a few key framing questions, it had occurred to him that the activity might be a fun way for them to bond.

In retrospect, it seemed silly when he recalled how nervous he’d been to make the request of Viktor in the first place.

Though he’d initially been worried that his love had only wanted to humor him, the din of his intrusive thoughts had been quelled almost immediately. Indeed, the night after they’d first started drafting the outline of what eventually became Put It In Reverse For Thirst, he’d been awoken the next morning with a steaming cup of coffee, an indulgent stack of syrniki, and an extensive Pinterest board of images – including some extremely NSFW (not to mention logistically impossible) fanart of them making out on top of a zamboni – to inspire them as they continued to brainstorm.

Feeling his heart flutter with fondness at the memory of Viktor’s eagerness, Yuuri quickened his pace, grinning at how he was so preoccupied with his phone that he didn’t even sense his approach.

Grabbing him in a hug from behind, he giggled at the squeak Viktor let out when he pressed a kiss to his shoulderblade and smushed his face into his warmup jacket.

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The above is an excerpt of the companion story to my 5 chapter Yuri!!! on Ice “fic within a fic”: a story in which Yuuri and Viktor read aloud and attempt to roleplay the fanfic they co-write about how Coach/Living Legend Katsuki Yuuri finally gets together with his best friend (and student), Viktor.

If you’ve read it, you might remember that due to the very eros environment that takes over, the Katsuki-Nikiforovs didn’t quite manage to stick to the (tamer) events of their sappy/smutty fic (titled Put It In Reverse For Thirst, and yes, I purposely leaned into just how on the nose that pun is).

I'd always intended to write a part 2 of the series which would cover their uploading their story to Archive Of Our Own and going through the comments together, and I was particularly thrilled to find out that there is an awesome guide that shows you how to mimic the look of the ao3 interface for this very meta purpose; see the screenshot of fake comments that I made, above.

I’m having a blast writing this second part and leaning even more into the meta nature of this story -- in particular, I am spending WAY too much time coming up with fun ao3 usernames and icons...see Haru from Fruits Basket up above! -- which will feature Yuuri and Viktor learning the lesson that us fanfic writers eventually all learn: someone out there on the internet will always have a problem with your work. LOL. Luckily, they are there to comfort one another and also to laugh and get silly around the comments they receive.

I'm aiming to get part 2 out in the next two weeks, so I hope you’ll read part 1 and subscribe to the series overall if this piques your interest!

[eevylynn]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the lovely @whimsicalmeerkat a while back (which is why I'm posting this on a Tuesday night, but hey, it's Wednesday somewhere in the world)

This is from my Booktoker Derek story. I needed a break from working on my Sterek Reverse Bang, so I figured I'd work on this for a bit

*~*~*~*~*~*

It started unsurprisingly: Stiles was procrastinating doing his essay by doomscrolling on TikTok. He had probably wasted almost half an hour of countless videos of ADHD hacks, the latest dance trend, a few badass women wielding various medieval weaponry, and some weirdly satisfying carpet cleaning videos.

After liking a neat heart-healthy recipe that he’s thinking of trying sometime soon, Stiles scrolled on to the next video.

The first thing he registered was SKIN.

Then, to the beat of the latest trending thirst trap song, the shot zoomed out to show a shirtless man from his large, corded shoulders down past his rippling abs, reading some book that Stiles had seen mentioned by countless women on booktok before.

The camera panned up, revealing more until—

“Holy. Shit.”

It was Derek Hale.

Stiles froze, his thumb hovering above the screen as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. Derek, perfectly disheveled with stubble framing his jaw and brows furrowed in concentration, was reading the book. His kaleidoscope eyes swept across the page as if genuinely engrossed in the story.

Looking at the bottom of the screen, Stiles saw the username @howlinghemingway.

Well, shit.

Forget his essay, this discovery was much more important. It wasn’t like his essay was even due tomorrow. Stiles still had a week to work on it. Besides, the longer he puts it off, the harder the ADHD procrastination adrenaline will hit, and it’ll probably still be one of the best in class.

With that in mind, Stiles clicked the username to see what other videos Derek had posted as he stood up from his desk chair to make himself comfortable in his bed before he dived on in.

Each video drew him deeper into the rabbit hole. There were videos of Derek discussing plot twists, sharing his favorite steamy scenes, giving writing tips, all while showing Derek in various states of undress while recommending different books. Books Stiles didn’t even know Derek knew about much less owned. Stiles was mesmerized by the way Derek’s sharp cheekbones caught the light, the way his jaw clenched while talking about a particularly gripping part of a story.

One video in particular caught Stiles’ attention. Derek was casually lounging in what Stiles recognized as the library in pack house, the same location as most of Derek’s videos . He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a soft burgundy sweater. Stiles can’t remember ever seeing Derek look so damned soft. That sweater even had thumbholes! Thumbholes! Derek in thumbholes was a level of cozy Stiles wasn’t emotionally prepared for.

But that wasn’t the real kicker.

Derek held up a hardcover novel, his thumb grazing over the title: Crimson Moon by Samuel Blackwolf. Stiles squinted at the screen, confused for a second, until Derek’s smooth voice filled the air.

“Imagine ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ meets ‘Hamlet’, but way steamier. ‘Crimson Moon’ continues Cyrus and Rowan’s forbidden romance. An ancient curse threatens their bond, all while they uncover Cyrus’s dark family secrets. And yes, it’s as spicy as ever,” Derek said, grinning salaciously. “Think forbidden love, secret rendezvous, and intense passion. Unlock the secrets yourself.”

Stiles’ jaw dropped.

Derek Hale, brooding werewolf extraordinaire, was not only a BookToker, but also a secret smut author with multiple books published?!

WHAT?

*~*~*~*~*~*

No pressure tags: @renmackree @endwersed @thotpuppy

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Harlow Sister Instagram AU

A/N : I don’t know how to feel about this one but it’s been sitting in my drafts so enjoy.

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urbanwyatt I just “pranked” my girl and I might need a place to sleep at.

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jackharlow The face of realization that you fucked up 🤣🤣🤣🤣

claybornharlow Oh god, what did you do now?

urbanwyatt I sang some of the songs she usually listens to when she’s drinking or cleaning.

yourusername Now don’t make me out to be crazy. You were singing those songs for a lost love or something because they most definitely weren’t for me.

urbanwyatt Wait then why do YOU sing them with so much passion? WHO ARE YOU MISSING?????

jackharlow 💀 ohhhh How the roles have been reversed

yourusername Jack shut up 🙄

druski Answer the man baby Harlow, what love got away that you sing them songs with so much heartbreak?

yourusername I’m not even mad anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️ so why are we discussing this subject???

urbanwyatt 🙄

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yourusername When you overhear your boyfriend tell his boys he used to love blonde hair on girls, I said bet🥴🫡

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urbanwyatt 🤤 😋

urbanwyatt I love your black hair though baby!!!!!!

druski Where did you get that wig from?

yourusername Why you want some hair???

druski No because you should sue, they did you wrong sis

shloob 💀💀💀💀

yourusername You are such a hater 🙄

neelamthadhani real life Barbie 💗

urbanwyatt She’s more of a Bratz but let’s give her the title Barbie for now.

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yourusername Looking for a cowboy to ride 🤠 🐴

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cozane Suddenly I’m a cowboy 😏

selenosunni x2

yourusername OHHH??? 👀

urbanwyatt EXCUSE ME?????

druski I’ll be your cowboy, come on over and ride me all day!!!!!!!

urbanwyatt YO WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK????

claybornharlow Y/N you’re annoying, I can see you laughing from across the room.

jackharlow 🙄

yourusername Damn y’all losers couldn’t go along with the joke???

cozane Your brothers are the annoying ones, I tried my best.

druski Whose joking? I was being serious, I’ll be your cowboy anytime of the day 🤪

urbanwyatt Only if you’re trying to get your ass beat

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urbanwyatt Kicking balls and leg modeling should’ve been my calling.

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yourusername HELLLOOOOO

yourusername GODDAMN

yourusername 👁️🫦👁️

yourusername THAT’S MY MAN!!!!!!!

yourusername I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!!!!!!!

yourusername Not really- not yet at least but I’ll let you cum down my throat for now!!!!!!

nemoachida Was this before or after y’all came out of the locker room?

yourusername Mind your business!

urbanwyattupdates Are we just going to ignore yn thirsting over her man on the comments ?

yourusername We’re not ignoring anything, it’s nothing new lol I always thirst over my sexy ass man.

urbanwyatt 🤭🤭🤭

user He’s definitely ignoring it because he’s done with her. She does too much.

yourusername I was put into this world to do just that!!!! Too much!!!!

user Yeah and your birth parents didn’t even want you so that says a lot about you.

jackharlow DAFUQ????

urbanwyatt I know you’re not being brave behind a screen. Say that shit to my face, don’t be asking for pictures or anything no more.

claybornharlow isn’t this the he guy who was yelling your name and y/n at the kickball game? Lmaoooo he was desperate for a picture and a video.

mamamaggie I love my son’s true fans, the ones who are respectful and show love to not only him, but to my family as well. But what I’m not about to do is sit and watch how some of you love to attack my daughter- because that’s what she is, SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!!! None of you know the situation, so don’t speak on something you know nothing about. I will throw hands down when it comes to my children.

druski Yall done brought out the hood from white lady

yourusername I WILL FUCK YOU UP! Leave my momma alone!

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yourusername MY BOYS FOR LIFE 💗 *& before y’all start, clayborn included, he just doesn’t like to take pictures.*

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claybornharlow I was about to unlike super fast until I finished reading the entire caption.

yourusername See, this is how drama starts!!!!

urbanwyatt 😘😘

jackharlow 💜

user girl I think it’s time to give it up, they don’t even care about you

yourusername Oh no 😢

user Im so sorry to be the one to tell you but they really don’t give a fuck about you. They feel sorry for you.

yourusername Damn, they told you all of this? 💀

user bitch I was trying to be nice to you

yourusername You call that being nice? 😩😩 don’t worry about me babes.

user2 Serious question though, does urban and everyone else in the circle put up with you because you’re jacks “sister” or because they feel bad for you?

yourusername Nah, they put up with me because I give all of them head.

user2 Who do you fuck first and who goes last.

yourusername We have a schedule, like today your dad is on my list.

user3 The way I see it is that you sleep with BOTH Jack and urban

yourusername I know that’s what YOU wish you’d be able to accomplish, but I’m sorry to burst your delusional bubble. Plus, this isn’t Alabama.

user4 Is Jack really your brother?

yourusername No, he’s my son 🙄

user5 I heard Urban is cheating on you. What are you gonna do about it.

yourusername Well I was about to let him deep down my throat right now, but I think I’ll let him fuck me instead- wait…. Am I supposed to leave him???? I’m confused.

druski I HAD TO MAKE SOME POPCORN AND ENJOY YOU CLAPPING BACK AT THESE LOSERS.

yourusername Oh I had time today 😈

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urbanwyatt She’s my fucking soulmate ❤️‍🔥

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yourusername 🥹 My baby boy 😘

cozane user1, 2, 3 & 4 punching air right now

urbanwyatt lmao 🤣

selenosunni Sharing is caring 👀

urbanwyatt Not when it comes to her.

cozane 🧐🧐🧐🧐

jackharlow Don’t start

neelamthadhani Damn the girlies popping out

yourusername They wanted to come out and play.

urbanwyatt I love it when I get to play with them- I mean when they come out to play.

neelamthadhani Na I know exactly what you mean you dirty man

yourusername 😅😅😅😅

druski 🫦 can I get her number?

urbanwyatt NO

druski it’s okay I’ll slide into her dms

urbanwyatt You’re blocked.

druski What? Since when? Why did she block me?

urbanwyatt when you decided to send her a video of yourself scrolling through her pictures and zooming in on her.

druski That’s why she blocked me? I was admiring her beauty

urbanwyatt I blocked you from sending her messages.

druski well that’s rude, I guess I’ll have to see her in person and ask for her number.

urbanwyatt You’re annoying, you already have her number idiot.

druski I lost it

yourusername Damn, you lost my number? And you claim to be the love of my life. I’m heartbroken 💔

druski I just want ONE night, I can’t be stuck with you forever because you’re crazy.

urbanwyatt That’s okay bro, I’ll take her from you.

urbanwyattsource Haters are mighty quiet under this post. They had a lot to say under hers.

yourusername LMAAAOOOO because they don’t want to get blocked by him.

urbanwyatt They been blocked, I may stay silent from time to time but when it comes to my girl, I don’t play.

yourusername 🌽 💦 every time he calls me HIS GIRL 🥵🥵🥵🥵 likeee yessssuhhh zadddyyyyyy come choke me.

claybornharlow Here your ass goes 🤦🏼‍♂️

urbanwyatt 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

jackharlow ONE DAY JUST ONE DAY WHEN YOU TWO ACT RIGHT PLEASE 🙄

mamamaggie You know well enough that, that’s never going to happen. They were made for each other and they will forever be.

urbanwyatt Mama gets it

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[kikyoupdates]

Bloodthirst ⭑˚💋⭑ 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑑

bnha x vampire!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, my vampire!reader, slowburn

As punishment for your sins, you, a young vampire, are banished — not just from your home, but to a different world entirely. Now, you find yourself in a foreign place where Quirks and heroes are the norm. In addition to coming to terms with your new life, you must also face your greatest challenge: controlling your massive thirst for blood.

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It was a few days into your stay in this new world, and you’d finally managed to get your hands on the magical device known as a cellphone.

“How does it work?” you asked, eyes wide as you looked it over from all angles. You tapped on its screen, but nothing happened. “Mine doesn’t light up the way the others do. Did they sell us a faulty product?”  

Izuku giggled. “It’ll turn on, don’t worry. You just need to plug it in so it can charge, like this... and you hold down the power button for it to start up.”  

He fiddled with a cable that plugged directly into the device on one end, then into the wall, through what Izuku had called an “outlet”. You weren’t familiar with any of this stuff, so it may as well have been sorcery to you.  

But true to Izuku’s words, the phone’s screen eventually lit up, and all sorts of vibrant colors and patterns soon graced your eyes. 

“Wow!” you gushed. “How does it do that? It looks so cool!”  

“This is just where technology is at in this world,” Izuku shrugged. “Cellphones used to be a lot more basic, just for making calls and sending texts, but now they’ve become mini computers. They can do a lot of really sophisticated stuff.”  

“What’s a computer?”  

“Ah... right. I guess I should have expected that.” He pointed towards the end of his room, towards what looked to be another screen, but way bigger than the cellphone’s. “Computers are devices that are really smart. They’re programmed that way. You can look up all kinds of information with them, play games, watch videos... there’s really no end to the possibilities. Cellphones are really convenient because they act like computers, but they’re portable, so you can carry them around with you wherever you go. It’s pretty neat, huh?” 

“This is life-changing,” you mumbled breathlessly.  

Izuku laughed. “Yeah, you could definitely say that. Here, I’ll teach you how to use your phone. It sounds more complicated than it actually is, I promise.” 

That was what he said, but it sure didn’t turn out that way for you. There were so many different little features on screen. Some of them did things when you tapped on them; others didn’t. Izuku was doing his best to show you how everything worked, but it was such a staggering difference from what you were used to that it was just too much to take in all at once. 

Not only that, but you quickly realized you had another problem. 

“For the time being, I’m going to add myself as a contact,” Izuku said. He tapped on the screen a few times—not that you could really make sense of it—then eventually passed the phone back to you, smiling brightly. “See? You have your first contact now. That’s my name right there.”  

You blinked. “What does it say?”

“Hm? What do you mean? It’s my name. Midoriya Izuku.”  

“No, I mean... I can tell there’s something written there, but I can’t read it. The symbols don’t make any sense to me.”  

Panic was quick to creep onto Izuku’s expression. “You can’t read kanji? Or hiragana? But... you’ve been speaking in fluent Japanese this entire time.”  

“I’m not even really sure how that happened either. It might be a side-effect of the spell that brought me to this world, but I was able to understand the language pretty quickly just by hearing it a few times. I definitely don’t know how to read or write, though.”  

“Oh, well... that’s not good,” Izuku swallowed, and it was clear that he was putting it lightly. For better or worse, this country, Japan, was your home now. You were kind of screwed if you didn’t have the ability to grasp written forms of communication.  

Izuku pursed his lips, clearly lost in thought, then grabbed a blank piece of paper and placed it front of you. He’d brought some pencils as well.

“Try writing your name,” he suggested. “If you were able to understand our language just by being exposed to it, maybe it’s the same with reading and writing too. Maybe it’ll come to you much quicker than you think.”  

You decided there was no harm in trying, so you did just that.  

“This is how you write my name,” you smiled proudly, lifting up the paper so that Izuku could see it better. 

Regretfully, he just looked even more worried than before. “I-I’ve definitely never seen anything like this before,” he stammered. “I’m pretty sure there’s no language like this anywhere on Earth. Then again, I guess that’s not surprising, since you’re literally from a whole different world...”  

You frowned, then took another peek back at the contact Izuku had saved on your phone. No matter how hard you tried, you failed to understand how the symbols he’d inputted were meant to translate. You were lucky to have grasped the spoken language right away, otherwise you would’ve probably been speaking in gibberish on the streets and people would have thought you were insane. Unfortunately, as for reading and writing, it looked like you were going to have to learn it the hard way.

“I’ll do my best to teach you the basics,” Izuku reassured. “But, um... while you’re here, I think it’d be good to consider going to school. You’ll learn everything you need there. And there’s a limit to what I can teach you all on my own.”  

“School sounds fun,” you beamed. 

“Have you been to school before?”  

“Not really. My parents hired various tutors to teach me academics back at home.”  

“R-Right. I guess royalty have a different way of doing things. But,” he perked up, “I’m sure you probably received a really solid education, so you’ll have no trouble picking things up here. It might seem intimidating at first, but you’re smart, [Name]. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out.”  

“How do you know that I’m smart?” you asked.  

“Well... aren’t you?”  

“Am I?”  

You both stared at each other for a good while. Clearly, this was a stalemate.  

“Anyways!” Izuku continued. “I’m going to start with the foundation of all the basics. And you can learn to write your name while we’re doing this. It’ll be a good first step.”  

You gripped your pencil tight and nodded, eager to learn. 

Japanese was hard. Actually, you supposed you should say that learning a new language from scratch was hard in and of itself, but based on what Izuku had told you, Japanese was one of the most difficult languages to learn in this world—especially for a non-native speaker.

So, yeah. That was great.  

Even so, you weren’t deterred in the slightest. It wasn’t like there was much you could do about it, after all. Moving to a different country all of a sudden certainly wasn’t an option, plus, you weren’t willing to sever your connection with Izuku either. This was your home now, and you had a good feeling about this place. You just needed to put in the effort to make it your own. 

Izuku did what he could to teach you, but attending school was obviously the most efficient approach. Actually getting into school, however, was a different matter altogether. You’d initially been thinking that your stay with Izuku would be a temporary one, but you were already afraid of being separated from him. You didn’t know what you would do if you were left alone. Teenagers like you weren’t allowed to live on their own, so most likely, you would end up being placed in an orphanage since no one was around to take care of you.  

Frankly speaking, you hated the thought of that, so you decided to pull out all the stops and come clean to Inko. 

“I’m from a different world,” you blurted all too suddenly over dinner. Izuku’s food quite literally fell out of his mouth from shock, and Inko gave you a funny look, although she didn’t seem too worked up over it. She probably just thought you were saying silly things as a joke. 

“Is this some sort of reference I’m not getting?” she frowned.  

“N-No,” you said sheepishly. “I’m really telling the truth. I didn’t want you to try and contact the police or anything because I don’t even have a family to return to. At least, not in this world. I ended up here one day, and Izuku was nice enough to help me out when I had nowhere to go. I was thinking of keeping this a secret because I figured I would only be staying here for a little while... but I’m honestly scared to leave. I don’t know where I’ll go.” 

Inko probably still didn’t believe you, but her expression seemed more solemn now.  

“[Name],” she said gently. “What’s going on at home? You can tell me. No matter what it is, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you’re safe.” 

Ah. She still thought you came from a complicated family, and probably assumed you didn’t want to go back home to be around your parents. If you went with that story, though, at some point, you worried she really would get the authorities involved. 

No. Even if it was a long-shot, you needed to convince her. She was Izuku’s mom, and he already knew your secret. You just hoped that even though she was an adult, she wouldn’t dismiss you as some troubled teen making up excuses.  

“[Name], wait,” Izuku mumbled, but you’d already stepped out of your chair and begun moving closer to Inko. 

She watched, looking confused beyond measure, as you opened up your mouth and revealed your teeth, which sharpened into fangs. You knew it would probably take more than this to convince her, but it was a start, at least.  

“I’m a vampire,” you said. “I need to drink blood to survive. My world is very different from this one, filled with all kinds of creatures and different species that don’t exist over here.”  

Inko swallowed uncomfortably. “[Name], I’m not sure where you’re going with this, but I really, really want you to be honest with me. You don’t need to make up stories. What exactly is going on with you and your family?”  

“I wish it was a story,” you sighed heavily. “My parents aren’t with me. They’re back in my old world. Vampires like me are pretty strong and heal quickly too. Don’t you think it’s weird how fast my injuries healed up? I got hurt pretty bad, two days in a row, but I’m already as good as new.”  

Instead of giving you a direct answer, Inko glanced towards her son, who had gone awfully quiet.  

“Izuku,” she frowned. She seemed to be searching his expression for some sort of explanation. “[Name], what is she—?”  

“She’s telling the truth,” Izuku mumbled. “Mom, I know it all sounds super ridiculous, but I don’t like to lie to you. [Name] doesn’t even know how to read or write. Not just in Japanese, but in any language, for that matter. She has no clue about how technology works either. You could ask her when the second World War took place, or even what it is, and she wouldn’t have a clue.”

Inko’s bottom lip trembled. “What the... t-this is all sounding very strange, you two. Izuku! Are you sure your friend is alright? This a serious matter, so I’m begging you, don’t play games with me.”  

“It’s not a game, mom. We’re serious.” 

“About vampires? But that’s just not possible.”  

“I could show you if you want,” you offered. “Izuku’s let me drink his blood before, back when I really needed it.”  

Oops. Perhaps that wasn’t the best thing to say to a mother, especially when it involved her own son, but Izuku backed up your statement with a hasty nod—all the while blushing profusely. 

“My parents don’t exist in this world,” you continued, looking a bit more dejected now. “I promise I’m not lying. I didn’t even know about Quirks or any of that until Izuku explained them to me. You could call just about all the police in the country, but I can guarantee that nobody will be able to register me anywhere. It’s a crazy situation, and I know how it sounds, but it is the truth.”

She’d gone completely silent, and you were actually a bit worried that she was going to turn you in and have you committed to some sort of mental institution, but thankfully, Inko really was Izuku’s mom. She was kind to a fault.  

Her shoulders sagged. “Goodness... I-I don’t even know what to say. Okay, then. Let’s say for the sake of argument that I believe you. I would still want some sort of proof.”

“Hm... you could wait it out for a little while and see how close I’ll get to dying if I don’t drink any blood?”

Both Inko and Izuku stared back at you in abject terror. Okay, so that suggestion was a dud.  

“I could hurt myself really bad and then show you how quickly I heal up once I do drink blood?”  

Strange. They didn’t seem too keen on that one either.  

“In that case, I’m fresh out of ideas,” you shrugged.  

“Mom, we’re really telling the truth,” Izuku insisted. “I don’t even know if it can really be proven, but [Name] knows nothing about our world. It just doesn’t seem like something that would be possible unless she wasn’t actually from here. She has nowhere to go. If you call the cops, social services, or whatever... she’ll be alone. And afraid. And I really don’t want that for her."

Inko stared at you for a few good moments. Out of nowhere, she gripped you by the shoulders and squeezed down tight.  

“I’ll only ask this one more time,” she said sternly. “Your family... they haven’t done anything to make you too afraid to go back home? Enough that you would make up a crazy story like this to convince me to let you stay?”  

You smiled. “Nope. I’m not scared of my parents. I can’t say they’re as nice as you, but I didn’t leave home voluntarily. One day, I’m going to find a way to get back to my world, no matter what it takes.”  

Inko let out a shuddering breath. “It... really doesn’t look like you’re lying. At the very least, I can’t see it in your eyes. Or maybe you’re just a terribly good liar and have me completely fooled. Oh, alright. If you really have nowhere else to go, and since you’re the first friend Izuku’s had in a long time... then, yes. You can keep staying here with us.”  

It hardly took a second for you and Izuku to break out into cheers. 

“Yes!” you exclaimed, rushing towards your friend and wrapping him in a big hug. He reacted with a nervous little squeak and a bright red flush, the way he always did, but he too seemed to share your enthusiasm. “We get to stay together,” you grinned. “I don’t have to leave and find somewhere else to live! I’m so happy!” 

“Y-Yeah!” he beamed back. “This is great news! Thank you so much, mom! Thank you for helping us out.”  

Inko smiled warmly. “It was worth it just to see the looks on your faces, if nothing else. I still don’t even know what I believe... but I can tell [Name] is a good girl. For now, that’s more than enough.”  

“Oh, right,” Izuku blinked in realization. “She needs to attend school. That’s the whole reason she wanted to tell you the truth. If she goes to school with me, she can learn a whole lot more about our world this way. I’m trying to teach her as much as I can, but it’s harder than I expected.” 

“School? Well, I can try enrolling her into your middle school, but I’m pretty sure I’d have to be her legal guardian for that to work.” Inko nibbled on her lower lip. “It’ll be difficult to obtain those documents, especially if there’s no record of [Name] to begin with. I’m not sure how it’ll go.”

“It’s worth a shot,” you grinned, completely unbothered.  

You were on cloud nine right now, and it was going to be damn hard to dash your spirits. Which was why, the very next day, you dressed up all pretty in one of your new outfits and made a prompt visit to Izuku’s middle school, which you would hopefully be attending soon.

Both Inko and Izuku had come along with you, naturally, and you found yourself face to face with the school’s principal.  

Currently, he was staring down at your admission documents with a puzzled expression. “Different last name, I see. Mrs. Midoriya, do you have legal guardianship of this child?”

“N-Not yet,” Inko stammered out. “But she’s been staying at our home for the last little while. I can provide proof of our living conditions, and she’s been properly taken care of.” 

“Well, can you get in contact with the child’s family?”

“My whole family’s dead,” you chimed in—a bit too eagerly, perhaps. “Izuku and his mom are, um... very, very, very distant friends of one of my late relatives, so they took me in.”

The principal gave you a look of disbelief. “Uh-huh. Well, my hands are tied here. It sounds like a complicated situation, but I can’t very well allow someone to enroll a child that they don’t have legal custody of. Sort out the matter in court first, and try to transfer in later.”

From what Izuku had told you, these legal matters could take a long time, and quite frankly, you didn’t feel like waiting. There was also the issue of getting other people involved. You didn’t need anyone poking their nose into your business and realizing how many things about you just didn’t add up. It would raise a whole lot of undue suspicion. Worst case scenario, the authorities would take you away from Izuku by force.

There was no chance you were going to let that happen. But thankfully, you had an idea.  

Admittedly, a reckless one.

You turned towards Izuku and Inko with a smile. “Do you two mind waiting outside for a minute? I just want to try and talk to this nice man on my own.”

“Sorry, kid,” the principal sighed. “No matter what you say to me, my answer will be the same. I’m not looking to get in trouble with the law.”

Your smile didn’t drop, and although Izuku and Inko were staring at you with visible confusion, you still gestured for them to leave the room first.

Once you were finally alone with the principal, you leaned across the desk. “Sorry about this,” you mumbled quietly.  

“Huh? What are you—?”  

You grabbed him by the arm before he could get a proper reply out, then sunk your fangs into his skin. He briefly yelped out from the pain, of course, but you didn’t drink very much blood from him. You didn’t need a lot. After all, you had a different purpose in mind.

“You’re crazy,” he winced. “Absolutely crazy. I’m really going to call the police now.”  

“Don’t you dare,” you ordered, and the man’s hand dropped right as he reached for his phone. You could feel your head throbbing, the way it always did when you tried to use this technique, but at least it seemed to be working. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” you smiled. “You’re going to let me attend this school, and the same class as Izuku, too. You’re not going to stir up a fuss and demand that Inko shows you the paperwork, and you’re also not going to tell anyone about what just happened. You’re going to forget I ever bit you, actually. All you need to do is approve my enrollment, and that’s that.”  

You snapped your fingers, and just like that, the hypnosis came undone.  

“W-What?” he blinked, glancing all over the place in confusion. “I was just... what did I...?”  

“You were just about to celebrate the fact that I’m starting classes tomorrow,” you beamed. “Right?”  

He stared at you for a few moments, with a vague look of understanding, but eventually nodded his head, suddenly much more sure of himself.

“Oh, yes!” he beamed. “That’s right. [Last Name][Name]… ah, perfect. Yes, it looks like everything I need is in order. And you can start classes as early as tomorrow, you said?”  

“Yep! I’m super excited to meet everyone and make tons of friends!”  

“That’s a good attitude to have. I’m thrilled to welcome you to your new school, [Name]. I’m sure the other members of our faculty will feel the same way once they find out.”  

“Awesome! I’ll get plenty of sleep tonight, so that I can be ready for school bright and early,” you grinned. “Thanks so much for everything, Mr. Nice Principal. It was lovely to meet you!”

The principal chuckled softly and waved you off, up until you left his office. Only once the door fully shut did he allow himself to wince, then rolled up his sleeve and furrowed his brows in confusion. 

“Are these... bite marks? How in the world...” 

Back on your side of the door, Izuku was all over you, fretting incessantly. “[N-Name], are you okay? It sounded like he got angry with you for a moment... we thought we heard yelling. As expected, it’s a no-go, huh?”  

“What are you talking about? He approved my admission.” 

“Eh?”

Both Izuku and Inko were staring at you in bewilderment. Your head was still aching quite a bit, and it would probably continue to do so for a little while, but it was worth it. You normally hated putting people under the effects of your hypnosis after drinking some of their blood. It felt like a slimy thing to do, and it kind of was, but you really wanted to go to school with Izuku. It was just this one time. Just this once.

“Don’t worry about it,” you grinned. “I have my ways.”

You said that, but you’d been lucky that it had even worked, since you weren’t very good at using hypnosis to begin with. Maybe this was fate, though. There was that saying that everything happened for a reason, after all.  

Izuku peered over at you while you walked through the halls, his eyes slowly narrowing. “Um... [Name]. That’s not blood on your lips... is it?”

“Hehe. Oopsie.”  

“What did you do?!”  

It wasn’t at all uncommon that Katsuki found himself in a bad mood, but he’d been in an especially bad mood these past couple of days.  

And it was all your damn fault.  

Finding out that Izuku had somehow made a friend was already irritating enough, but to make matters even worse, you’d gotten on his damn nerves and challenged him to a fight. A fight that hadn’t gone as planned, as much as he hated to admit it. He’d underestimated you. Clearly, you were a lot stronger than you looked, which begged the question as to why you hung out with that goddamn loser. 

Then again, you seemed to be one hell of a weirdo yourself. Katsuki still shuddered every now and then when he remembered the way you’d greedily slurped up his blood. Seriously, who did that?  

My shitty mom screamed at me for hours after I got back home looking all beat-up like that... fucking hell. If I ever see that bitch again, I’m gonna make her regret messing with me.  

Katsuki rubbed at his bruised face and grimaced. Class was as damn boring as always, and it didn’t help that he could see that shitty nerd fidgeting in his seat out of the corner of his eye. What the hell did he have to be so restless about? It was fucking creepy.

“Ahem,” the teacher said, clearing his throat all of a sudden. “It’s a bit unexpected during this time of year, but I’d like to take a moment to introduce a new student to our class. Everyone please be sure to give her a warm welcome. You can come in now, by the way!”  

The door slid open, and Katsuki yawned loudly, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. As if he could care less about whichever extra was joining the class. 

“Hi, everyone!” 

Katsuki’s eyes widened. That voice. He knew that voice.  

A pathetic wheeze left his mouth, and he couldn’t help the way his jaw dropped nearly all the way to the ground. There was no way. There was just no way.  

And yet there you were, grinning and waving at everyone, with so much as a care in the world.  

It was only until your eyes locked with his that your expression changed, but it didn’t shift into discomfort or fear.  

Instead, you openly smirked at him.

“You fucking bitch!” Katsuki roared, slamming his palms down on the table loud enough that everyone turned their heads.  

The teacher gave him a cross look. “Come on, Bakugou. Let’s not start this early in the morning. Be nice to your new classmate.”

“That’s right,” you kept on smirking. “I’m excited to be friends with everyone, including you. Don’t you feel the same way?”  

Katsuki officially had a new person on his shit list.

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[bobdylans116thdream]

2024 was.... something. Here goes... VERY long post b/c this year was A LOT. But in about 9 hours it'll be in the past! so!

I had the worst work year I've had; it was my first as a lead, a brand new curriculum, and assistants who were hard to open up to. And my boss was telling me it was on me to open up to them. Not quite right. They needed to open up to me too. They ended up leaving, and now I've got one of my good friends working with me, she's a huge help. I had a lot of struggles with constructive criticism - my brain takes it as SEE YOU AREN'T GOOD ENOUGH... definitely still working on that too. People at work want to help me, not put me down. I'm still building my confidence there, but I will get there!

Personally - I still dealt with a lot of the anxiety. I had a massive falling out with my former best friend, Cherry. And yes, it was my fault. I know I'll never get to apologize, but my biggest task here is forgiving myself. What I did was a product of being unhealed; now I know better. I still miss her sometimes, but I know I'll be okay. Something that happened caused me to fall out with Mel, but luckily we've been able to rekindle and now things are stronger than ever. Forgive and forget. I'm so happy to have her back in my life - she's one of my biggest cheerleaders!!! I love you! I also strengthened friendships with Bridge (I dunno your real name), Renee, and made new friends! I'm working on coming out of my shell... I'm not nearly as bad as my anxiety makes me out to be.

And with Matt, things are amazing <3 we're both taking steps towards getting ready for the next chapter... so one day in 2025 you might see me post a ring!!! ;) he's my biggest offline supporter, and I wonder every day how I got lucky enough to find him. I love him dearly and I can't wait to see where life takes us in 2025.

Healing... whoa boy has this been a downhill rollercoaster lately! In the good way! I'm becoming more accepting of myself and all my weirdness, enjoying my hobbies more and more, and changing how I see myself. I'm trying to treat myself more compassionately when I mess up or get into my head - this is hard work, I didn't get these mindsets in a day, I won't reverse them in a day!! I truly think this new obsession with Bob Dylan helped - it refreshed me, gave me some new energy that I hadn't gotten in a long time.

sooo here are some thanks

@lil-melody-moon where do i begin!!! I'm super grateful that I chose to reunite w/you, we're quite the team! lol thank you for encouraging all my weirdness and thirst and obsessions. I can't wait to see what the next bout of teasing will be... mwah! thank you for all of your love and support.

@good-to-drive you are amazing and i'm so grateful for your friendship and understanding. i don't know how i would have gotten through some of the hard times during the fallout with my other friend without your support. thank you for all your saraniverse help, for the personal help, and for encouraging this new obsession ha! i can't wait to hear more about your research :D

@johangeorghohman you found me during a very dark time, and i'm happy that you stuck around now that i'm doing better! thank you fr all of your kindness and for listening to my insane ramblings lol!

@djbead123 and @androidxmutt yall are awesome! i know we haven't been friends that long, but i'm looking forward to continuing into 2025! (and i can't wait to see that drawing!)

@knoxoverstreet16 i'm glad i messaged you! you're fun to talk to, and i love seeing little pics from your tours and stuff! :D

@rufusrant thank you for being my starrison friend ^_^ and for not giving up on me when i wasn't as healed as i am now (so i wasn't making the best choices, friend and conversation wise). i do wanna write that story!

@i-am-the-oyster and @s-l-martin thank you for being so encouraging when it comes to how shy i am on discord... i'm getting out of that slowly but surely!

finally but not least @bridgeoverstrawberryfields i know things are tough for you right now, but i just wanted to extend some love and care. you've been a wonderful friend all this year, and i thank you from the bottom of my heart. and i'm here whenever you're ready <3

[thebottomfromhell]

Completely self-indulgent but I feel like human! Gyokko would treat demon! reader more like a pet than a lover. Like collar and leash (maybe even a shock collar, he seems like the person), command words, and only giving his "love" as a reward for good behavior. Probably feeds his demon pet his own blood and flesh to keep reader loyal since to reader "it's the best thing he's ever tasted"

Damn he would! He is definetely going to own the non-human creature that thirsts him, so why not discipline it properly? Rewards and punishment are in order, and it's not like he is hurting a person/jk.

Now, I am very, VERY, VERY sorry of how late this came. Yes, I am alive. I had a writting block that, with some evaluations and works, drove me out of writting and I didn't know how to come back. Now I am back at writting, I hope this works as a new page.

Reverse AU Gyokko doms GN Demon Reader with pet play

Warnings: Sexual content, Cannibalism, Blood Play, Collaring, Pet Play, Piquerism, BDSM, Degradation kink, Oral sex, Masturbation and, Threat of violence.

You are aware of how Gyokko sees you. You aren't human, not anymore, and for him, that's enough to hurt, to claim, to discart, to break. Truth be told, he holds humans to that same standard, but even with his Hashira status he wouldn't get away with it, be can barely get away with the amount of Taugokus he had and died. Some because he didn't aid them, some because he deemed it a mercy, and some because he deemed the best soruce of action. Besides the other Hashira, who would actually kill him if he tried, and his master, nobody is safe from him.

He is an artist, he is a killer, creator and destroyer. Maybe that is what you like about him, besides his hability to inflict pain without regret. You wonder, how would he be as a demon? Would he be special? Able to create? Demons are not meant to be creators, with the exception of their origin, their own creator, that one that spread and mutates living beings to his image. You tremble at the idea, or maybe is at the pain of having needles in your back. It tickles, it hurst, it activates the common instinct of fight, chase. That rush of adrenaline that makes your body tense, heart beat fast, and blood heat up your body. It's like fighting, like eating, it satiates, at the same time it hurts with a itch of desire for more. "Gyo... Gyokko...." the there is a needle piercing your tongue, forcing you to stick it put of your mouth.

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak." He says, legs crossed in a seat as he has you on your knees in front of him. He looks annoyed, might as well be, but there is a glow in his eyes, one that makes you able to tell. He is enjoying it. "Honestly, you are no better that an untrained dog. Messy and desobedient. Maybe I should treat you like one, and no bad dog is going to get any reward from me." He says pretending to be exasperated as he grabs your chin and takes off all the needles in your face, making blood leak from the holes. They were poisoned with wysteria, so the wounds take more than usual to heal, letting the Hashira tease the edges of the holes spread.

His touch is precise as he examines you, those hands go gently from your face to your neck and give a squeeze. You don't really need to breath, but that doesn't stop your head from feeling lighter. He let's go after a moment, leaving panting to check his materials. There are some ribbons of different colors, he picks one of the color of your eyes with blood red patterns and makes a bow tie around your neck. It's not as tight as his hands, those even left marks that alreade healed, but it's still oppressive, controling. You adore it.

"Now this suits you a lot." You feel owned and decorated, adored in some twisted way, and all the touches, the adrenaline... you can feel it down there, you are getting excited. Aroused. "Look at you, getting all messy and hot. If you want any relief you will have to beg." And you do. "Please..." There is little more than that you can say, you can do, but you beg. Gyokko barely looks at you while you are at it, looking unimpressed, leaving you untouched, desesperate. So you beg more, thirst and desire building up inside you, but you keep begging. You beg until you start crying and drooling of how much you want it, embarassed. You know it's pathetic, you know that you should take a bite, take what you want. You are tempted to do so.

"Y/N." He sees you before smirking in an ugly smile full of anticipation, with a sadistic twist before pulling the "collar" he just put on your neck, forcing proximity. "That's not good enough~" Not good enough... not goo-... but why? What do you have to do? Your scrotch is becoming uncomfortable, you just need some friction, some touch. You want to touch yourself, you want Gyokko to touch, you and his words are as if you just got rejected. You want to cry at that, you have no idea why as your body twitches, and he is just breathing against your face and that hot air against your skin warms up so nice you want it everywhere and- "Let's make you earn your release, pet." There was something in the tone of that las word, as if it was an insult, a curse, a slur, offenssive and fueled with poison, demeaning. And yet...

It turns you on as you hear him unzipping his pants, taking off the belt with one hand as he keeps eye contact with you, taking them off in order to be nore comfortable once he manspread in his sit before you, letting your now loosen up collar go last second, making you trip, face ending inches from his scrotch. You can see his cock, only half hard, tip pink, a pale skin, tender flesh without a single hair, definetely waxed, that you just want in in your mouth along with those thick trained thighs. You can feel the saliva acumulating in your mouth, drooling, and the scent doesn't make in any better. Suddenly a hand in the back of you head forces to look up at the smug face. "Earn your treat, make me cum and I will consider letting you bite. Doesn't it sound fair?" You nod before letting him finish, you don't care, you just want him in your mouth, your fangs ache for it and your tongue is suddenly too big to stay inside the cavity comfortably. Another pull, harder, painful enough to make you groan, or was it a moan? "But... bite me without permission and I will take your eyes, nipples, fingers and tongue for you to eat, mutt. Be a good puppy and please your master, or earn a punishment as a bad dog."

And you do, you try, taking his lenght inside your mouth. Your tongue and saliva don't know what to do with the limited space, and your teeth touch the base as it thrust inside, but careful enough to not hurt Gyokko. He smiles at that sense of danger, shivering as he grabs tightly into his needles, ready to stab you. You can smell the scent wysteria mixed with Gyokko's genitals, wet and hot. You start moving your head, trembling when you feel a needle behind your skull. Maybe it's a warning, or maybe he just wanted to do it, as he moans without any shame. Your can feel a sting, the uncomfortable wetness and heat in between your legs, grow even more as you move one of your hand to rub yourself, feeling your arousal against your clothes. You keep letting Gyokko, that started to grab and tight up the ribbon in your neck, fuck your face and use your mouth as he pleases, moving his ass against the chair. "Mngh~ yes. Just like that~."

The hashira pulls you off his dick after a whiles, even if he hasn't released yet. "Be creative, pet~." You really can't, you need more, and you can't really think straight enough to figure anything particular up. So you keep licking his erection, sucking his thighs, wishing to sink your fangs into them, kissing his balls and the pinkish hole peaking under them. Your saliva mixes with Gyokko's sweat, salty in your tongue, and you eat him up, wishing you could use your teeth. The human moans, arches his back, praises you when he likes what you do and pulls you off when he doesn't, until he cums all over you with your lips basically knotted in his testicles. It's messy, almost disgusting, but a part of your brain realizes before you...

You will be rewarded. You pull apart slowly before Gyokko slmas you to the ground with his hand covering your mouth. "Nice done. You can take what you want." His fingers move against your fangs as your free hand slips under your clothes, massaging your scrotch, making you arch and bite by reflex. Then you moan at the stimulation, both at the fixation towards the blood and the releif in your genitals. It feels good. It feels good. You drink and suck, barely hearing Gyokko's voice and taunts, you just have your piece.

After all that effort to get it, it's almost sweet, it's and amazing, the agony suddenly turning completely into pleasure. You need more, you want more, you want to drink this blood every night with his hands all over you. On your neck, on your stomach, on your chest, your most sensitives parts. You barely realizes when you cum in your clothes, the liquids staining both what you are wearing and the Hashira's hand. It takes some seconds when the overstimulation turn the pleasure to pain that you freeze and pull away, panting, realizing you got put of a frantic state. "Next time I will let you bite part of my ear off if you behave, pet. For now, clean yourself mutt. Come back to me for more rewards if you can be a good puppy for me~." And you want that. You will come back to him, always.