#flippy x reader

[ctheathy]

HI again! I was wondering if you could do a flippy+fliqpy x reader who is very kind and sweet to him and just gives him the love he MOST DEFF deserves? already dating headcannons if your able to

Flippy+Fliqpy w/ Sweetheart!Darling

Flippy x Reader x Fliqpy

General+Fluff Headcanons

Short Concept

Both Flippy and Fliqpy shall be kept in different sections to prevent confusion between the two as always!!

Flippy/Reader/Fliqpy [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

PTSD symptoms [On Flippy’s part] • Mentions of war • Overworking •

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Flippy :

Honey, you and your antics are literally all the man needs in his life. I can see Flippy finding a massive amount of emotional support from you just being there for him, your presence is more than enough to cease any considered stress he might have been feeling beforehand and soften up his mood for the rest of the day. He always seems to be happy and relaxed whenever you happen to be around. You’re truly like the only comfort person the green bear has in his life. And he shall do everything in his power to make sure to keep you aware of that fact. He’ll oftentimes bring you gifts and other small items to showcase his appreciation for your constant, endearing kindness to him. As it means more to the male than words could ever tell you.

He tends to shy away from too much physical contact at times, but he’ll certainly hold your hand here and there for emotional support. Especially whenever feeling overwhelmed in the slightest, one tiny squeeze can put him back at ease. He is so internally grateful for the fact you manage to keep him stable like this, which is why he... attempts to return the favour. Flippy tries to be so incredibly gentle when it comes to you, knowing he can have quite the harsh and strong grip as a whole. But this also causes him to be slightly awkward and knowing where to put his hands and such for the longest time. You’ll have to ease him into it little by little, and that’s when he becomes a little teddybear towards you. As soon as you warm him up to it, there’s not gonna be a single moment where he doesn’t crave your touch. He’ll become slightly more clingy due to your caring and loving nature. Including giving you affection of his own. Such as caresses whenever he gets close, an arm around your shoulder, and all the many many times where he entangles his pinky finger with your own whenever on a walk; Associating it with a sense of promise.

Flippy would oftentimes offer for the both of you to go on soothing and gentle dates with one another. Picnics, skygazing, tea parties; uncomplicated deeds such as those, just wanting to go out with you without potential stressful situations. We all know Flippy here isn’t the biggest fan of activities that can result in trouble, are too noisy for his liking or may have a chance of triggering his ptsd in one way or another. He has always been haunted by the mere thought of the battlefields he faced in the past, so all he truthfully desires is a simple and familiar routine in his life where he can live without feeling the constant need to flee for his safety. He just wants an easy-peasy life with you that isn’t revolved around war and the pain of others. As the simple thought of losing you to the same incidents he has lost his peers to leaves the bear shaken up and absolutely mortified.

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Fliqpy :

Being the defense mechanism to Flippy’s trauma, it’s only natural he is going to be a lot less humane with you and more on the rough side than his merciful counterpart. But considering Flippy’s undying love for you, Fliqpy is going to be growing a soft spot of his own. Even if he tends to show you this through ... rather unique ways and means. He’s a big tease and takes any opportunity to just- bully you. You better expect a daily flick to your forehead, cause it’s going to happen. At this rate, he would pretty much do anything to just get on your nerves and get a reaction out of you. Would put down constant traps in order to just troll you. And as soon as you manage to get lured into one, he is going to be laughing at you like a madman and ridicule you for not being careful enough with your step.

Fliqpy would constantly insist and technically just force you along with the prompt that he gets to train with you and learn you the basics of self defense and combat. He’d sometimes slinger around commentary and scary suggestions that could result in similar motives for you to keep your guard up around the place. He’d teach you how to work with the more common variants of weapons for the sake of your safety, even if it happens to be against your agreement; you’ll be dragged into it whenever you have interest in it or not. These little training sessions can definitely cause you to grow overworked and exhausted rather quickly though, as Fliqpy treats you as he would a comrade back during the violent attacks of war itself.

On a sweeter note, though; you’ll probably be the only individual he can tolerate enough to share his background with. He’ll want to tell you everything he experienced in graphic detail and leave nothing out of the story. He’ll tell you about the many secrets of any vicious ambushes he and his team faced back in the day. Including what the experience can actually do to a person, leading to some more deep and serious conversational topics. With your influence, I also believe Fliqpy to grow the ability to become less hostile over time. His killings are most likely not going to take a stop, but he tends to grow the slightest bit more forbearing towards the other bystanders while being less bloodthirsty than he was before. And all because he got the experience the chance to share these horrible occurrences and traumatic events among somebody he grew a sense of trust with.

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[picklebunbun]

HIII HOW U DOING I would like to make a request (if ur not busy!!) 

About flippy/fliqpy (htf) and reader with anger issues!

Like they just randomly go mad crazy but they calm down easily, but it’s kinda freaky how fast they go form psycho crazy to a lil silly person

Oh could you also make reader’s gender neutral? 

Thank you so much for ur hard work!!

‧₊˚♪𝄞࿐₊˚⊹ Flippy/Fliqpy x gn! reader

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novulent ♥︎

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❦. gender neutral! reader, no agab, kind of masculine pronouns but not really at tge same time

❦. genre: more crack than fluff and maybe a hint of angst but you have to squint to ses it

❦. cw: violence, talks about violence, violent tendencies, kind of gorish,, reader seems very bi polar, just reader getting vilely angry, and death

❦. fandom: HTF

❦. can be read as rom or plat

summary: headcanons of reader switching from wild anger to their normal happy go-lucky self in front of Flippy/Flipqy [reader is so kenji from the hit series bungou grey dawgs]

{angel's/pickle's notes 🪽🥒: sorry I've been gone so long, finally school ended and I can focus on writing requests ! Anyways I have to catch up, thank you for requesting !}

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"*_- hcs !

when Flippy first met you, he saw how bubbly you were, kind of air-headed, always hapoy about something. It was nice to see someone like that since most of the people he met hid behind a façade, they were either deeply terrified or would wrap around your throat like a snake, but it turns out, you were actually pleasent to be around.

first of all, you decided to hide this problem away from him, keeping it in a locked caged, making sure it didn't escape, but, just like how you bottle up everything, it all starts to bubble up and explode.

the first time Flippy saw you like that, it was Flippy at all. It was Flipqy.

needless to say, it was very surprising to see you so violently angry, it was like a different person was controling you.

you acted almost exactly like how Flipqy does, although, his was a trauma response and yours was probably for a different reason. You did just as much damage as him when you switch.

when he saw you act this way, it just encouraged him to be even more violent. In no time, blood and guts were flying everywhere, blood-curdling screams from your friens and crying could be heard from miles away.

everything kind of blanked after that.

keep in mind, Flippy doesn't know, only his alter-ego does. So when you tried to apologize from how you acted that day, he was confused, horrified, a little appalled, but he was just a whirlwind of emotions.

you guys had a huge talk that day.

it was kind of funny how you turn back to a silly goober and waddle away from the corpse you just killed.

you were so adorable too, anyone could've had their guard down around you. It's like you were constantly stuck on ':3' you're whole life,,,

one time, when you were basically destroying everything in your path, the minute you saw Flippy, you stopped what you were doing and hopped your way to him. Very weird,,, but he loves you so it's okay, in his words,, "who am I to judge anyways ?"

but yeah, he makes sure he's around you in public so no more people have to be tortured endlessly by you,, and so you can calm him down when he has another PTSD episode! So it's basically a win-win.

most of your time is spent with Flippy cause of how paranoid he can get from you being out in public alone.

Flipqy is still kind of wary around you, but since you treat Flippy right and he trusts you with all his life, he eventually learns to trust you.

you'd probably almost go to jail or a psychiatric hospital multiple times.

your [best friend or lover] will always bail you out, dw my man. 🙏

a whole protest to bail you out too,, "FREE MY HOMIE, [NAME] ‼️"

you come home in the middle of the night standing in the doorway.

"DARLING, GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL" "WHAT?!"

they can't keep ya boy locked up, YOU STAY WINNING 😼

but long story short, you and Flippy are awesome and everyone should treat you guys like royalty.

[mmmfanfiction]

Hello! If it’s really not too much to do, could you do flippy/fliqpy x silkmoth! Reader who often over works themselves??? Please and thank you!! (Romantic please!!)

I’m so sorry for not responding to this sooner, I really think I just hit a massive art block because this was nearly done when I abandoned it. I really do hope it’s to your liking

Flippy

🧸similar to the bat fic, Flippy will try to stay up late to spend more time with you.

🧸often he’ll wrap his arm around you and rest his head on your shoulder as you work

🧸if he catches you working late into the day instead of sleeping you can bet he will drag your ass to bed and force you to sleep don’t even try to fight back it’s useless at this point

🧸I think that Flippy likes to run his hands along your fluff

🧸I mean your just like so soft and fluffy

🧸almost like a plushy!!

🧸he loves cuddling you, especially when he’s upset

🧸probably made things from your silk thread before he realized that it was literally hardened spit-

🧸he couldn’t look at those things the same again.

🧸however if you ever cut your hair he will ask Lammy to try and turn the fluff into wool so he could make a mini you (it takes months for him to collect all the fur-)

🧸Flip cuddles it when your sleeping, or when he’s sleeping. Or when one of you is just simply away.

🧸always makes you calm tea and anti stress tea

🧸will always make you take breaks, remind you to eat, ect.

Fliqpy

🔪I feel like he’s accidentally torn your wings before- 

🔪or before dating he did so on purpose 

🔪either way, he ended up sewing them back together, wether that be months afterwards or immediately afterwards 

🔪hoe pretends not to feel bad (he 100% does)

🔪though he never admits it he also loves cuddling up to you. 

🔪you know that mini you Flip made? Yeah he cuddled it too 

🔪but he pretends he doesn’t (fuckin tsundere) 

🔪I feel like Fliqpy doesn’t have a sleep schedule so he likes to stay by you, weather that be right beside you or just in the same room

🔪but if he notices your overworking yourself he’ll try to get you to take breaks and take care of yourself, however he’s a bit more rough with it then Flippy is. He won’t take no for an answer

🔪like I’m just imagining him picking you up like ‘alright bedtime now’

🔪defo gets pissy when you give your work more love then him

🔪like tf do you mean you need those documents in by 3? He wants your cuddles now!

[happy-tree-huggers]

Idk if this counts as acceptable by rules, but Ok sooo.... Hear me out, Flippy with an gn! s/o who has horrid nightmares and always wakes up all anxious and tear eyed?

(just like, fluff things)

(IK ITS ODD HELP-😭)

Flippy - S/O Reader With Terrible Nightmares

Note: Oh, it's not odd at all!! Here you go! ♡ Word Count: 0.3k Warnings: Mentions of nightmares

♡ When the two of you officially got together and you had moved into his home, you thought that your nightmares would finally stop—that it might have just been the loneliness and stress that caused them. The first few nights that you fell asleep next to him were worriless, dreamless sleeps, which you were grateful for. You thought your sleepless nights had finally ended.

♡ Until one night, when those nightmares had returned. You had awoken and sat up in the bed, tears springing to your eyes involuntarily and trying not to make a sound next to Flippy, who was still asleep. You unfortunately couldn't control your tears, and you started to cry quietly.

♡ Though, as a previous soldier, Flippy was somewhat of a light sleeper; and he woke to find you sniffling and hiccupping silently next to him. With a frown of worry he asked if you were okay, and after some stammering you simply brushed it off as a nightmare—such as it was, but you truly didn't want to worry him.

♡ But he noticed how genuinely distraught you looked, how the tears just wouldn't seem to stop rolling down your cheeks, and he hugged you softly while rubbing your back comfortingly.

♡ When you told him you didn't want to go back to sleep that night, he understood and offered to stay up with you. Perhaps then the two of you watched a few movies together on the sofa, or watched him knit, or helped him bake late night cookies—he would do anything to help take your mind off of it.

♡ Some nights you were afraid to sleep because of the possible nightmares you would have, and Flippy would hold you in bed as you closed your eyes, until you fell asleep.

♡ Other times when you did inevitably wake up from those nightmares, he would either comfort you and help you back to sleep, or stay up with you again if you were too afraid. He tells you that you shouldn't ever worry about being a "burden" to him because of this, because some nights he has terrible nightmares of his own about the war he took part in.

[uhzuku]

Could write a aizawa fic with a hybrid!reader? Like the shounya fics you wrote? I love those ones!

𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 (𝐂𝐀𝐓)𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! | 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮-𝐧𝐲𝐚.

𝐂𝐖 ‼️ | hybrids, hybrid au, no quirks, catgirl reader, fem reader, shou-nya uno reverse ( ur the kitty now besties ! ), misunderstandings, aizawa is a big dumb dumb n didn’t research *all* cat hybrid behaviors so u get a lil pissy ngl, night shift security guard aizawa, rut cycles/in heat, creampies, biting, breeding kink, daddy & master kinks, use of ‘kitty’ as a pet name.

“This’ll be your room,” Shouta grunts, opening the door to the guest bedroom in his apartment. “Used to be the guest, but you’re here to stay, so it’s all yours now. Decorate it however, I don’t really care.”

You blink owlishly into the dark room he’s offered you. It isn’t bad or small, it’s rather nice actually, but you were confused. Turning to look up at him, your bottom lip trembles a little as you ask, “B-But — I just got here, what did I do?”

“Huh?!” The noise he makes is filled with blatant confusion, but you don’t even register it as you clutch at your tail, upset. 

“What did I do wrong?” You ask again, eyes starting to water a little, and your new master starts looking a little uncomfortable; he never knew what to do when people cried. 

“Nothing!” he exclaims, starting to panic just a little. Why were you having such a visceral reaction to getting your own room?!

“Then why am I being punished?” you whine, eyes shimmering with tears, and he shakes his head and hands placatingly. 

“What?! You aren’t!” 

“But I’m — I’m supposed to s-sleep with you!” You hiccup, and Shouta can honestly say he doesn't know what to do. You’ve been in his apartment for less than half an hour and he’s already made you cry. How the fuck was he supposed to know hybrids slept with their owners? He’d never owned one before! Besides, aren't cats supposed to want their own space? That was the entire reason he allowed Hizashi and Nemuri to talk him into adopting a cat hybrid, eventually choosing a catgirl over a catboy after Nemuri showed him a picture of you cuddling your tail while sleeping that the hybrid shelter you’d come from had posted. 

“It’s not a punishment,” he says patiently, “I just want you to be able to have your own space.”

“But I won’t take up much room, I promise,” you say quietly, refusing to look at him. “I can be good — you won’t even know I’m there.”

Shouta sighs, then shakes his head. “No, you need your own room. I don’t want to share mine with you.” He knows he’s said the wrong thing when he sees your body stiffen, your fur puff up, and your ears flick back to pin themselves against your head, but what was wrong about it he doesn’t know. He reaches out a hand slowly, but you dodge it with an angry-sounding inhuman noise, and it startles him. 

“If you didn’t want me, why adopt me?” you ask coldly, shocking him, before stalking into your room and locking the door behind you. For the rest of the night until time for his patrol hits he tries to coax you out, but you refuse dinner and snacks and cuddles ( all the things that Nemuri and Hizashi had said could tempt you out when he’d texted them in a panic ), holing yourself up in your room and sticking it out until he’s forced to leave for his security job from midnight to five. When he gets back he finds an empty tin of cat hybrid-specific food in the trash, one of the dozen and a half tins that the shelter had sent him home with that he’d turned up his nose at and promptly decided to feed you real food instead of, alongside a freshly washed bowl and spoon drying on the counter rack. The plate he’d made for you is untouched on the counter, and likewise with the bag of cookies he’d tried to get you to come out with, and he groans. 

If it wasn’t obvious you were pissed with him before, it definitely was now. 

“C’mon, please come out,” Shouta groans a week later. Seven days have passed, and he’s not even caught a glimpse of you since that first day, and he’s starting to worry. He knows you’re still in there, he’s heard you moving stuff around, and he knows you come out every now and then to snatch stuff because so many blankets are missing that it isn’t even funny anymore, but he doesn’t know what to do. Obviously he isn’t going to force his way inside your room, considering that would defeat the entire purpose of giving you your own space, but the nerves were starting to get to him. 

Honestly he might have sent an SOS to Nemuri had he not come home from his night shift later that night and found you lounging on the couch in front of the TV while some random true crime show played, your tail flicking back and forth idly as the narrator recounts a particularly grisly murder case. 

It’s a welcome surprise, seeing you out of your room, and he’s relieved — then startled when he goes to gently scratch one of your ears and you hiss at him, climbing onto the back of the far end of the couch and draping yourself there while giving him a warning look. He just blinks, shocked, before dropping the hand he’d still had raised, and retreats to the kitchen for a late snack. While he’s there he shoots off a text in the group chat telling Hizashi and Nemuri that you came out as well as what had happened, and when Nemuri jokes that you must really not like him now he groans quietly, because wasn’t she right? 

The next few days are the same, with him coming home to you lazing around the house and acting growly whenever he gets too close or brushes against you by accident. You’re at least eating more, though, considering he comes home nightly to find the meals he’s made you gone entirely without even leftovers remaining. Maybe a different man would be angry, but Shouta was just happy you were eating what he was making and that everything was falling into a lax routine that he could understand; like he’d thought before, cat hybrids weren’t unlike cats, so of course you’d get pissy now and then — it’s how cats are. 

And then he comes home, and you aren’t somewhere in the living room. His heart plummets as he worries that he’s somehow managed to fuck up again, but then a pained-sounding yowl reaches his ears and he rushes to your room in a panic. He’d not locked the door that night, overtired from a rough night’s sleep ( or lack thereof, really ) and if someone had broken in due to his stupidity and was hurting you —!

Throwing your door open with a call of your name on the tip of his tongue, he’s greeted by the sight of your slick, swollen pussy pointing directly at the door as you arch your back while on all fours and reach a hand under and between your legs to finger yourself, distressed mewls falling from your lips as they do nothing to satisfy you, and suddenly everything clicks into place for Shouta. You were in heat — meaning the week before you were in preheat, and therefore excessively hormonal. It would only be expected for your patience to fluctuate like the temperature just between summer and autumn.  

Stupid, stupid! He thinks, moving to back out of your room, but it’s too late since you’ve caught sight of him. A demanding screech falls from your mouth and he freezes, locking eyes with you as you pant open-mouthed before you whine, “M-Master, help me~!”

Unwittingly he feels his cock twitch in his uniform pants and his mouth fills with saliva. He can’t smell what could only be a desperately cloying heat scent to catboys, but the sight of his new ‘pet’ shaking her pussy at him was enough to spur him into stalking into the room carefully, slowly but surely peeling off his security uniform and freeing his more than half-hard cock from his underwear. He never tears his eyes from where you sway your ass back and forth on the bed in front of him, whining and calling for Master all the while. 

“‘M so hot, Master, please make it go away!” you moan while looking back at him over your shoulder with tear-filled eyes. Your watery gaze is what really gets him even closer, and when he places his hands on your bare hips he can feel how hot to the touch your skin is; it’s almost alarming, but you’re distracting him by rubbing your bare cunt against his crotch. “Wan’ it in me — fill me up, Master, I’ve been a good girl!”

“Have you?” he growls, gripping you by the hips tightly and yanking you back at the same time he rolls his hips into you, grinding your burning hot pussy against his cock and drawing a lewd meow from your lips. “Been bitchy all week, growling and hissing and swiping at me…”

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” you whine, sniffling. “Please fuck me, Master!” 

Shouta fists his hand around the base of your tail and tugs you up by it, pulling a yowl from you, while taking his cock by the base with his other hand and proceeding to rub it against your sopping wet cunt. His sensitive tip skips across your wanting entrance and rolls across your swollen clit, and he continues rutting his hips against you this way so he can coat his cock with a good amount of your slick before stuffing you full — but you’re impatient, and you want him now. 

“In me!” you demand, hiccuping out a tiny growl between your moaned sobs. “Put it in me!”

His hand, wet with your slick, darts forward at lighting speed and grips you by the chin in a borderline bruising grip as he turns you to face him. “You’ll get what I’ll give you when I give it to you,” he snarls, and a new gush of wetness coats his cock at his tone. 

“You’re s-so mean!” you wail, then shriek as his hand comes down across your bare ass in a brutal spank that leaves it stinging. 

“Don’t be a bad girl, kitty,” he croons mockingly, pressing a kiss to your jaw, and you tremble; the scratch of the stubble on his face got you even wetter. “You want Daddy to fuck you, don’t you?”

You just whimper and mewl, arching your back in what you hope is an obvious invitation, and thankfully Shouta can read desperate whores better than freshly adopted hybrids, because he knows that’s his cue to press inside, which he does. You let out a sharp, drawn out cry as he fills you up all at once, and he lets out a deep groan as your almost unbearably burning hot cunt wraps around him perfectly; he can hardly keep himself from starting to fuck you right away, but he manages to hold off until you start begging for him to move, which only takes a couple seconds. 

“M-Move, move-! Please!” you wail, pushing back against him to bury his cock as deep inside as it would go. “Fuck me!” Shouta doesn’t have to be told twice and immediately sets a brutal, unforgiving pace, his heavy balls slapping against you wetly with each rough thrust. His grip is bruising, and heavy moans escape through his gritted teeth. 

“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunts, releasing one of your hips to press it flat against the wall, stabilizing himself as practically tears you apart. 

“O-Oh! Oh, fuck — f-fuck, Daddy, you’re mixing up my i-insides!” you wail, claws digging into the bedding as you cry out for him. Mid-thrust his hand slips and his entire front plasters itself to your back, the arm that had slipped curling beneath your neck while the other wraps around your middle and he fucks into you like a man possessed. His moans and growls at your ear make your body tingle pleasantly  from your fingers to your toes, and you tremble beneath him as you begin to cry from the stimulation. 

“That’s a good kitty,” Shouta groans as you scratch at the bed in front of you, “Yeah, cry for Daddy—!”

“D-Daddy!” you hiccup through a wail, tears rolling down your cheeks as what of your tail that wasn’t pinned between your bodies lashes back and forth violently. “Bite, bite, bite!” you beg, tilting your head to the side to bare where the soft column of your throat met with your collarbone and shoulder; your jaw presses against his thick bicep, and other than his hands on your body and his cock in your cunt that’s the only thing grounding you right now. “Bite!” 

He doesn’t argue, biting down as he fucks into you and earning himself a high-pitched scream from you that he knows the neighbors heard; all he can do is mentally cross his fingers that they realize the context without being expressly told because he sure as fuck wasn’t going to pull out of your oerfect fucking cunt just to answer a noise complaint notice. 

“P-Please, Daddy!” you gasp, drool rolling down your chin. “Please, cum in me! Breed me! Fill me up, claim me on the inside too!”

Shouta lets out a shaky moan around his mouthful of your collarbone. God, you’re filthy. 

It doesn’t take much more time before you’re yowling again, and he isn’t sure why until he feels your cunt rhythmically spasming around his aching cock. His eyes roll back a little at the feeling, which is all it takes for him to start cumming with you. You can feel a pleasant warmth that you know is him start to fill your lower belly, and you let out another cry as you arch your back more as far as it’ll go while he keeps fucking you through both of your orgasms, all former coherency leaving you both as gibberish moans flm from your lips. It’s only once he stops cummung that he begins to ease to a stop before finally pulling out and rolling over to lay on his back, breathing hard. You immediately begin pressing the cum that was dripping from your cunt back inside, repeating the action a handful of times before licking your fingers clean and kissing him. 

The two of you kiss for a bit before you pull away to lay down for a second to rest between the heat waves, and during this rest he finally speaks again. “How long do — how long do your heats usually last, kitty?” Shouta asks through deep breaths, his heart pounding. You purr and curl up close to him, tail curling back and forth. 

“‘Least a week more,” you answer honestly, and he groans as one of your hands reaches down and starts stroking his cock back to full hardness.  “So hurry up ‘nd fuck me again, Daddy — I can’t cum without you being mean to me.”

[emo-gremlin]

Flippy/Fliqpy x autistic reader!

(Based off my own experiences <3)

Flippy!!!

😇 OH MY GOD is He the perfect partner to have if you're autistic.

😇 He isn't a fan of loud sounds either, so he also has noise reduction earmuffs and can lend you a pair!

😇 He will drag you to the craft store and have you pick out the softest yarns and this man will knit you everything from weighted blankets, sweaters, he can even make weighted plushies!!!

😇 If ya'll are watching something and you need to busy your hands, he's got the perfect job for you. He's got a stockpile of yarn that needs winding and it's quite soothing to you both.

😇 Overstimulated? He's already memorized the warning signs of a shutdown and he's rushing to get you out as soon as he can.

😇 Finds it absolutely adorable when you infodump. He's very attentive, even asking questions so you can talk about it more. The way your eyes sparkle when you go on about your passions is beautiful to him.

😇 CUDDLES MANY CUDDLES ARE TO BE HAD

😇 I'd say the only point of contention between you two is your picky eating. Obviously, certain textures you can't handle and he doesn't force you to eat them. But he does try to get you to expand your pallette now and then. He saw quite a few men in his tours be picky eaters and they became malnourished, he doesn't want the same for you.

Fliqpy!!

😈 Oh boy.

😈 So he doesn't exactly understand and initially sees you as very weak. How have you been able to survive for so long if even sunlight bothers you?

😈 However, the first time he sees you have a shutdown, he doesn't see you initially, he sees Flippy when he first came into existence. Scared, helpless, and in desperate need of protection. From then on, he takes your needs seriously. He's still abrasive, but he's trying his best.

😈 Anyone gives you shit about your earmuffs, or Stims? Yeah, they aren't long for this world.

😈 If one of your special interests is war, oh boy will he light up and tell you all about his glory days. Every kill, every mission, he lays it all out with a prideful smirk. Weapons as a special interest? He's got a huge collection and he's more than happy to play show and tell.

😈 Will let you borrow his jacket if you need something weighted. The guy is always carrying some kind of heavy weapon, and also he loves how you look in it.

😈 Now when he sees you start to shutdown, it is ON SIGHT. He's destroying everything and everyone that's stressing you out.

😈 He also likes to cuddle, but he doesn't like to admit it.

I love these bears so much <3

[satellitespinner]

✱ DARLING, I (prologue)

pairings : basketball!abby x cheerleader!oc

synopsis : cheer, dance, acro all things flippy and twirly were your thing all throughout highschool, you were the best of the best (and everyone knew it.) a full ride scholarship to the school of your dreams left you alone in a brand new state so who better to come to your rescue than the caption of the girls basketball team….

c/w: idk yet fr lollll read a/n

a/n : oc is reader i aint no wattpad hoe. ok sooo i already had a fic that was loosely named after a tyler song and in honour of chromakopia i decided to name this after a song on the new album because i lobe tyler LMFAOO… im pregnant and this is for my girl rayrayyyyyy ( @andersonfilms ) this is gonna be super short btwbtwww.. im unorganized but wanted to write for abby sooooo🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ i only put the profiles for a few people cause im not boutta do whole teams im lazy

[ctheathy]

OMG WAIT I JUST SAW YOU TAKE REQ FOR FLIPPY AND FLIQ (I don't wanna bombard you with request so this is it..for now-) could I request a

A flippy+fliqpy X reader who's Knows how to fight really well who was also a soldier and carries a bow and arrow most of the time to feel safe? So basically flippy and reader get along swell and reader understand His ptsd but one day they Goes to the Store and Reader sees blood everywhere! And they notice in the middle of it all fliqpys standing there his back facing reader, and the reader tries to back up but steps on a bag of chips so fliqpy turns around and tries to fight reader but loses so he sees reader as a comrade?

Fight Forwards Favour

Flippy+Fliqpy x Reader

Short oneshot

Author’s note: Thank you for the request, Nonnie!! I shall try my best with this one =}

This entire fight feels more like bickering tbh-

Flippy/Reader/Fliqpy [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Mention of corpses • Fliqpy being a mass murderer • Attempted stabbing •

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You silently cursed under your breath, making your way over to a different alley in the grocery store in a swift movement. Your eyes were flickering left and right as your ears perked up, trying to take note of every little noise that was audible to you. You felt so... so very paranoid when you couldn’t see him. ‘If he sabotages the lights right now, I’m doomed’ you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes, having a tight grip onto your bow for support. You had to be careful that you wouldn’t step and slip onto the many portions of blood and guts that was scattered across the floor.

You were already questioning your survival rate right about now, but you kept your mind off your potential demise and just concentrated on the situation itself. The dripping of blood was all you managed to hear in this current moment, along with the nasty smell of iron everywhere.

You inaudibly made yourself over to the front of the alley, trying to get a peek of where your old friend currently was... even if it was a highly risky move on your part. But your attention was peaked when you heard one of many products clattering onto the floor, but what especially caught your attention was how nearby it sounded.

He was so close ...

It wasn’t until the unsteady breathing and a loud yell from above the shelves could be heard that you stood your ground, reacting immediately when the situation called for it. The weight of another on top of you could be felt along with the sharpness of a blade slicing open the fragile skin on your cheek, making you let out a small wince of pain at the sensation. But you quickly pushed it to the side, knowing the green bear would likely go for your neck next if he got the chance.

Without warning, you grabbed him by the collar of his clothing with your free hand before mercilessly yanking him down and off of you in a karate-like manner, making him do a somersault in the process before he met the floor with a thud. Fliqpy let out a loud groan as he violently tried to reach you with the sharp weapon in his hand, aggressively swiping and doing everything in his power to just harm you. Especially as you currently having the upper hand frustrated him to no end, but you kept his hands into place. A tight grip onto his furred wrists to prevent him from lashing out.

You did not want to hurt him, you really didn’t...

This resulted in you not giving it all you had, your guard being a lot lower than his and him taking full advantage of that. Giving you a painful kick in the stomach with his feet, creating more distance between you two as you stumbled backwards. You quickly recomposed yourself as he came in for yet another strike with the blade, which you managed to dodge by rarely an inch, giving you goosebumps by just the looks of it. Especially after making more attempts to stab you to death. His speed only increasing, growing unpredictable.

The dodging was getting more exhausting over time, his wide eyes urging you to distress. You used the arrow in your grasp to try and block out any of the stabbing attempts he kept making over and over again. You came out of the attack unharmed, but it didn’t take long for you to be completely driven into the corner. He let out a sadistic and familiar chuckle, mocking you in your position as he took his sweet time making his way even closer towards you as. Teasing you by making stabbing motions with the knife itself. In which you just send him a small glare in response.

You had still been eerily calm in the entire situation, especially as most others would have been on the verge of a panic attack. But you just... Stared in the eyes of your friend, feeling a sense of remorse and guilt within yourself. Memories of the battlefield clouded your mind, the trauma and pain you both had gone through in the past. You couldn’t help but feel for Fliqpy too ... It wasn’t until another product fell down from the shelf you were cornered in that your mind was brought back to reality, snapped out of your thoughts.

You had only one arrow left and you knew you had to take the shot now you still had the chance. Without warning, you pulled out you bow and arrow, putting the bear as the main target. Threatening him as you held on tight. Without hesitance, you shot right over him, making it pierce through his hat and catching him slightly off guard by your sudden boldness. Even more so when you forcefully got a grip on his blade, snatching it away from him while tackling him to the floor. It was a fight between sides, as you both tried to regain that dominance you needed.

You both continued pushing and pulling, the only weapon you two had right now being your fists while you noticeably grew more violent with the second. It wasn’t until you lashed out that you actually gained the upper hand once again. You pinned him to the floor and you were practically on top of him to keep him still. He aggressively tried resisting, twisting and turning in place like a harmed beast all while you just tried to calm your friend down. As soon as he got the strength to tilt himself up, you pushed him right back down.

You didn’t want to fight him.

The warmth of your body temperature could be felt on his hands, as yours were entangled with his. You let out a soft ‘You’re okay... It’s okay’ to try and cease his urges for blood, easing his PTSD all while comforting the male you loved the best you could. It was clear you weren’t gonna budge in the slightest and seeing your efforts to try and calm him down seemed to struck a nerve in Fliqpy. His features slowly softened up a little as he stopped resisting as much, laying limp on the floor as he quit trying to rip your windpipe out.

An unexpected glimpse of approval and pride glowing in his eyes that kept themselves locked onto your own. A look that honestly made the little bits of fear you might have felt beforehand fade into nothingness. And it were just the two of you on the world currently. You let go of your friend and slowly got up, backing away from him to give him back his space as he got up himself.

You weren’t scared anymore.

You steadied your grib on your arrow when he calmly started reaching for something in his sidepockets, to which what he did next confused you more than anything; taking out a napkin to wipe off the blood that’s only been there to slowly dry up on his hands. Your head tilted slightly in response, keeping your eyes concentrated on his hands who were now as good as clean. Your confusion had even multiplied more so when he took off his cap and bowed down his head to you ever so slightly, assumingly out of respect;

you couldn't help but feel flattered and perhaps even somewhat flustered in a way. You face gaining a reddish tint in response to his actions. He reached out his hand towards you, offering it. To which you didn’t hesitate for even a second, gently entangling your fingers over his hand.

“You’ve improved”

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[picklebunbun]

Helloooo !!! If you don't mind, can you make a Flippy/Fliqpy x reader who as a DID (dissociative identity disorder) and the other alter hurts people who get a little too close to them without asking them first and they absolutely hate insects, like , they would literally try to kill them with a knife (and surprise ! They success) but only if you agree of course !

⌗. ➞ྀིྀི⚛️! : cw; I tried to research about DID, but since it's rare to get it, I have very limited information about it so I sincerely apologize if it's not accurate. Descriptions about insects getting squashed counts as gore, correct? Insanely violent reader, this is a bit more angsty than crack, reader needs a hug and so does Flippy ,

➵ Flippy / Fliqpy x gn ! reader this is supposed to be read as romantic

{ angel's notes 🪽; new style, kind of, anyways, if anyone has DID, please tell me if I got it right }

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now playing [girl with one eye]

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before you realized you had DID, you couldn't remember what happened in your life. It was just like your life was birth and then adulthood, blanking on the memories in between .

when Flippy asked you about your childhood, you couldn't say anything. It was kind of awkward after that, you just both stayed silent .

large portions of your memory were gone by a snap of a finger, nothing made sense, it was like you took a long nap for hours and all your former friends cut off all contact with you with no explanation .

ever since then, you had trouble dealing with how you acted, you thought that everything was wrong with your body, your face, every individual cell in your skin, it didn't even felt like it was your OWN skin, so what gave you the right to judge it anyways ?

sometimes you felt like anything could set you off, suddenly getting angry at every sound, fire running up your nerves and getting major headaches from anger, a volcano waiting to destroy everything .

first of all, these systems or rather, system, not plural, was used as a defense mechanism against anything related to your trauma, even minor things like color or a specific sound. In a way, it was protecting you, maybe that's why a gigantic part of your life was missing .

when Flippy opened up to you about his disorder, it was such a relief for you, which also led you to admit that you had the same problem, which also led to you two talking about it. It was such a relief to have this conversation with someone who doesn’t think you’re crazy, even better, someone who could actually relate to what you were feeling .

the thing about your system, however, it’s defense mechanism was similar to Flipqy. It made it harder for you guys to fully trust each other. If your system took over but not Flippy’s he ended up getting hurt, but, this was a way to keep you safe, after all .

although, you did find that you calmed down from how you were before. You switched almost every time, 24/7, always being reminded on what happened to you, but since meeting Flippy, it was like all your once, dark, unlit, lightbulb just suddenly beamed with energy .

the thing is, even if Flippy fully gained your system's trust, it'd be really hard to convince everyone that you weren't dangerous, and you really didn't switch that much, it made you even more upset because everyone in the town trusted the green bear more. You thiught everything was out of place, that you didn't belong here, why live in a world that thinis it'd be better if you died anyways ?

it struck up a lot of identity issues ,,,

you and Flippy had a talk about it, it's refreshing when he comforts you, treating you delicately like an injured bird .

even if everyone hates you, as long as Flippy was next you, you'll be fine, his company is all you'll need .

it's so weird you have such an irrational fear about bugs but barely any reaction to guts and bloodshed, seeing you freak out about an insect while making sure that the soilders of WW1 eradicated the creature was definitely a sight .

bringing out a whole bazooka ಠ_ಠ ,, ?

even worse when you switch . 😭

COMES HOME WITH THE WHOLE HOUSE DESTROYED .

,,,

" hey [system / name] I ,, - WHAT HAPPENED ,, "

" ,, there was a bug "

stressing the man out oml . 😭

at least he doesn't get any bugs in his house anymore,,, BECAUSE THERE IS NO HOUSE .

chasing around a silverfish with a knife around the house

" you'll hurt yourself like that ?! "

" NOT BEFORE I HURT THIS SON OF A B TCH FIRST "

" CHRIST ALMIGHTY , [system / name] "

thank gyatt he can calm you down because everyone in the town would've been on fire .

it doesn't matter, he always loves you either way ! ❦

[mmmfanfiction]

HIII HOW U DOING I would like to make a request (if ur not busy!!) 

About flippy/fliqpy (htf) and reader with anger issues!

Like they just randomly go mad crazy but they calm down easily, but it’s kinda freaky how fast they go form psycho crazy to a lil silly person

Oh could you also make reader’s gender neutral? 

Thank you so much for ur hard work!!

Dude I’ve had this half finished in my drafts for like so long 💀 I’m really sorry I didn’t try and push myself to answer sooner.

Flippy

🧸literally tries to avoid angering you at almost all costs

🧸he’d hate to be the reason to cause you any form of distress

🧸especially if it could end in some form of injury.

🧸if theirs anything he can do to help your anger issues he will do it to the best of his ability

🧸I feel like he’d be very good at calming you down and deescalating

🧸if anyone tries to purposely make you pissed off for shits and giggles then Flippy will step in and tell them to knock it the fuck out

🧸if you end up hurting yourself due to your anger issues then he’ll take check the  wound, and if it’s needed he’ll bandage it.

🧸Flippy hears you out, always. He gives you time and space, and tries to be as understanding as possible.

Fliqpy

🔪honestly I feel like Fliqpy can kind of relate? 

🔪like not 100% but he knows what it’s like to get so angry/upset that you lash out

🔪however he would also be terrible at calming you down💀

🔪like, he’s neutral, probably just stands there awkwardly and makes sure your okay after you’ve calmed down

🔪however if either himself or Flippy find something that specifically calms you down they’ll definitely try and use that

🔪I’m gonna be so honest if it was a person who made you mad and Fiqpy didn’t like them he would 100% egg you on💀

🔪like ‘oh your mad at them? Why not go hit them instead of that wall?’ 

Authors note part 2!: hey, please let me know if I represented anger issues wrong in any way or used incorrect terminology so I can fix it

[velvetchrry]

━━━━ THE COLLAPSE

pairing: captain john price x f!reader

2k. you move to the mountains of montana and meet your new neighbor. *tw: kidnapping

Your next door neighbor was admittedly a little weird.

You were pretty positive he was one of those doomsday prepper types that you heard of when you moved to the area — but you hadn’t seen hide nor hair of his 'bunker’ yet. You know some of them are pretty well hidden, and you’re a bit embarrassed to admit when he invited you over for a fish fry dinner after you first moved in, you totally went snooping around for it.

As strange as he might be, he seems like a nice guy. Genuine type of neighbor and you don’t want to piss him off, considering he’s your only neighbor. There’s nothing around the two of you for miles. That, and he’s actually been a pretty neighborly neighbor.

He always seems to know where you are but you figure it’s probably just because he’s clearly ex-military. When you catch yourself drinking coffee and staring at him from your porch as he fishes on the lake you share — he waves at you. When you’re trying to fix the fence on your small garden — he’s over right away with tools. When you’re struggling to carry your groceries inside — he’s around the corner, lifting over half of them out of your arms. Telling you that ‘you should really buy in bulk, love.’

And honestly, he’s right, you should. It’s been such a pain in the ass to get and haul groceries considering you moved to bum-fuck Montana — but oh is it ever beautiful. You get an absolutely breathtaking view every single day… but it takes away almost a full day from you in order to drive into the nearest town, load up, and then drive back home and unload them. By the time you’re done, you’re so tired you don’t have any energy to do anything else.

The power goes out one night. You’re not a child anymore, but it really is dark out here without any lights on. Eerie. You’re not from here. You don’t know what could be lurking out there, in the dead of night.

He comes by — of course he does. He’s got flashlights, candles, blankets and whiskey. Says the first two are to see with, the last two are to keep you warm. You let him inside just as the rain turns into a downpour.

You stay up most of the night together, talking. He tells you about his past in the military, you tell him about your writing, how you moved out here to focus and get out of the city. He pours you another drink and you have half a mind to refuse, but really you can’t let him leave yet. You’re a little scared to be by yourself out here tonight. He leaves when the power finally comes back on, only an hour before sunrise.

Loneliness seeps into your soul after a few months. You decide to invite some friends from college for a long weekend. You let him know of course. The plan is to do some hiking, but you’re sure you’ll end every night rowdy in your house. You tell him not to hesitate to show up if you’re all being too noisy.

He comes by that Friday morning, after everyone has arrived the evening before. Offers to be your hiking guide. You think, why not? You honestly aren’t much of an outdoor girly and can’t say you’ve ventured very far out here before. Might as well let the expert do it. He seems happy to — chatting it up easily with everyone, showing them little things in nature here and there.

When you get back to the house, everyone is so impressed by him they insist he comes by tonight for dinner. You almost can’t believe how easily he meshes into your group when he’s at least 12-15 years older than all of you. If you didn’t know better you would have swore he graduated with the rest of you.

He’s always on your team for any of the games you play and he's fucking good at all of them. Almost maddeningly so. You win flippy cup and pong easily. You team up in drunk Jenga and he makes you feel like he’s moonlights as an architect with how quickly you both become champions.

There’s no way he’d join you all skinny dipping in the lake — or so you’d thought. But as the rest of you tear your clothes off at the edge of the docks and jump in one by one, he’s there. Stripping down into nothing. Winking at you before he hightails it into a cannon ball. You hope what little moonlight there is doesn’t allow him to see the blush creeping up your cheeks. Doesn't allow him to track how your eyes move up his body — strong, sturdy, rugged.

One of the guys suggests playing chicken and he’s diving under and lifting you on his shoulders before you can fully register what’s happening. The soft, sensitive flesh of your pussy rubs against him with each movement and it takes every last ounce of your willpower not to grind against him like some sick fucking pervert. He’s your neighbor after all.

Winning was almost a guarantee with the two of you, even with you on top, because of how absolutely solid he is. Hands digging into your thighs, keeping you flush against him. It doesn’t matter who you’re up against because no one can push you off your perch on his shoulders. Your nipples perk, exposed to the chill of the night.

You’re fucking drenched and leaking onto him, you can tell. You just hope he’s distracted enough that he can’t feel your warm juices running down his back. You feel the prickles of his beard hair rub against your inner thigh and you have to bite down on your tongue to suppress a moan from escaping you. When he drops you back down into the lake after your undefeated streak and hits you with a whispered “that’s my good girl”, you almost try to hop back onto him then and there.

Fuck, you need to get laid.

Your friends leave once the weekend is up and it really hits you how well and truly alone you are here. Nothing can beat the beauty and serenity of Montana living — it wraps around your lungs like a creeping vine to take your breath away — but it makes you almost long for the hustle and bustle of the city you left behind. The trips to a girlfriend’s place for a glass (or bottle) of wine after a shitty day. Going out to bars and dancing the night away on a weekend. Hell, even just getting takeout when you don’t feel like cooking. All of it — the price to be paid for living here.

You can’t even begin to think about the detriment it is to your dating life. Sometimes — on the nights where you let your mind spiral — you imagine what it’ll be like living out here alone for the rest of your life.

Shockingly, you do meet a guy without even trying. Jake. Run into him. Literally in fact — you accidently trample over his foot at the grocery store with your cart. You feel so bad about it, when trying to make it up to him you find out he only lives a few miles away from you. He’s cute; outdoorsy type. Avid hiker, knows the area around your place. You invite him over for dinner tomorrow as an apology.

You go simple, not wanting to overdo it. Steak, cooked to a perfect medium rare, and baked potatoes. The two of you sit on your patio and chat until the stars come out and it’s too cold to sit any longer with soft breeze coming from the lake. Jake gets a fire roaring in your cozy little living room and you both curl up to it on the floor with a glass of wine.

He spends the night. You wonder — are you being too easy? Honestly… yeah, probably. But to be fair to yourself, you needed this… badly. You’re in quite literally the longest dry spell of your life. Living in the mountains hasn't helped that.

You jolt, waking up in a sweaty sheen that coats your skin. All night you’ve had the feeling that you’re being watched. It’s probably due to the fact that Jake, who is snoring lightly in your bed next to you, told you a few ghost stories about the mountain being haunted. That, and it’s easy to be paranoid living way out here.

Jake hangs around more and more. You go hiking, fishing, stargazing. Strangely, the more you see of Jake, the less you see of your neighbor. He’s not out on his boat on the lake anymore; you don’t see him grilling in his backyard or hiking the trails around your place’s. It’s… weird. He was such a solid fixture in your life when you first moved here.

It’s been over a month since you last saw him. The ghost of him lingers everywhere and it's starting to drive you crazy. When you’re tending your garden and you notice the part of the fence he helped to fix, you think of him. When you grill fish with Jake for dinner, your mind wanders back to him. Your mind plays tricks on you too — the back of your neck prickles and you think he’s going to be there when you turn around. But he’s not, he just… disappeared into thin air.

You decide you’re gonna go check on him today. It’s Saturday, and it’s a beautiful and sunny day. Typically a day you’d see him outside around the house. Jake’s coming over later tonight and you would like to introduce them to one another, especially after talking him up to Jake. Maybe he’ll come over for dinner?

When you get to his place and knock on the door, there’s no response. The door creaks open a bit from the force of your small hand. The house is dark and silent. You gingerly cross the threshold into his house, taking one tiny step into the foyer as you call out to him. It’s been a while since you last stepped foot in here.

You don’t want to intrude on him or his privacy but you’re honestly starting to get very worried at this point. What if he’s hurt? You push the door open a bit further and take another few steps in, again calling for him.

The house is just as neat as you remember from last time — nothing looks to be out of place. The dishwasher is running so that’s a good sign that he’s okay. You open your mouth to call out his name again when suddenly someone comes up to you from behind and presses a cloth to your face. You panic, limbs flailing wildly and inhale more of the slightly sweet, acetone-reminiscent scent. Your screams are muffled by the hand covering your mouth, and you scratch at it, feeling the hairy arm of whoever is behind you until the world becomes black.

When you come to, you feel a little foggy. You’re in… a basement? There are no windows, just industrial style lights. A bed resides in the center of the room — a bed that you are currently tied to — with each limb belonging to its own post.

Holy fuck… holy fucking fuck. Sheer terror spreads like poison through your body. This can’t be real. It can’t be. You’re too old to be kidnapped. You think you’re probably too old to sex trafficked… maybe? The rational part of your brain tells you to slow down and formulate a plan, but the other side of your brain — the one that’s currently reacting to the situation at hand — is kicking and screaming and gouging into your skin. The handcuffs on your wrists and ankles dig deep, biting hard into your skin.

You scream when you notice a shadowy figure hulking just out of eyesight. It moves slowly, so slowly. You throw yourself as far as you can to the other side of the bed, trying to get away from it.

When the figure steps into the light, your blood turns to ice. Sweat glides down your back in swift rivulets even as a chill seeps into your bones.

“…John?”

“Yes, love?”

[coff-in]

Andrew Graves x Sister reader inspired by another ask:

Rather than the reader pushing and pushing Andrew mentally and then being hatefucked it’s the reverse. Andrew’s older twin sister who never saw him beyond her younger baby brother. Always treating him like a little kid and then shutting him and Ashley down as soon as she realized their true intentions. What happened with Nina completely disillusioned her + staying with them in the house 24/7 during the quarantine, their constant clinginess all those factors leading to her finally snapping and fucking Andrew while Ashley is sleeping right next to them on the couch and he can tell it’s not out of lust but pure fucking hate. He sheds a few tears even though he finally got what he wanted.

Ty for listening you’re the GOAT 🦧🦧🦧

notes from coff-in: thank you 🦧

[fem] reader-insert, older sister graves reader, nsfw, incest

i enjoy the trope/concept of "sibling who is normal or indifferent about siblings affection" x "incestuous sibling". anyway

[reader] being disillusioned by them killing nina is so neat cause it also enforces the idea that even though she knows that they are fucking awful, she still wants to be with them. she always there for them, out of love yeah, but also out of obligation? she's the oldest so she has to set the examples for them and then there's the added gender norms/expectations for her to be the emotional, sympathetic caretaker and it mixes up a beginner's recipe for attachment

andrew doesn't have the same hold on [reader] as he does with ashley mostly due to the fact that [reader] is older than him, so he can't exactly guide her into being the type of girl he wants. that doesn't mean he can't control her though. with subtle hints of her acting more like mom or dad, he can have her bending a bit more to his will. surely she wouldn't want to be like their parents would she? abusive, neglectful, hated by them both? that would be awful...

being trapped for three months with andrew and ashley has [reader] so pent up and anxious, like i can see her practically clawing her eyes out hoping to get away from them for more than five minutes. to be fair, i'm pretty sure while andrew's the most incestuously inclined sibling, he's also really flippy floppy with how obvious he shows it

i can imagine [reader] getting on his lap and whipping his cock out, riding him so aggressively, glaring down at him, "happy now? this is what you wanted, right? couldn't go long enough without getting your dick wet so you need to take care of you, huh? you better. fucking. enjoy it."

and andrew's crying a bit while gripping [reader]'s hips, face red and biting his lip to stay quiet because ashley's right there next to them. he hates that his big sis hates him but god does she feel so good right now. it's like a weird monkey's paw or a wish gone wrong, he can fuck his sister now but she fucking hates him (and hatefucks him, lol)

this is all before decay route too. suddenly jumping off of the balcony doesn't seem so bad now

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coff-in

[ilovegrumpyoldmen]

LOGAN HOWLETT X M!READER

PART ONE: THE BAR.

Btw: I’m also on wattpad, @ilovegrumpyoldmen. This story will be published in parts but shouldn’t take to long. They will come out faster on wattpad tho :3

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I walked into the local bar, bored and pissed off from a recent breakup. I sat down, popping my neck, sighing, and ordering my usual. As I was drinking I looked around the bar. That's when I saw him, THE hottest fucking guy I've ever seen. I started internally freaking out. I used my phone camera to fix my messed up hair. I've never bothered styling it, I typically just let it do whatever... but for this hunk? Shit, I'll style my hair however he wants.

I chugged the rest of my drink and slid off the barstool, popping up the collar of my jacket and confidently striding over to the hot guy. As I walked closer I noticed his hair, it was styled with these small, almost cat like, little flippy pieces. Cute, like blowjob handles. I took a final deep breath and tapped his shoulder. He turned to me. Holy fucking piss. He's so goddamn pretty. His eyes? Heavenly. I stood there just staring at him.

"Y' got a starin' problem or somthin, bub?" The wildly attractive man said in a gruff tone, worn down over the years from excessive drinking. I quickly cleared my throat. "No! No.. sorry just uhm.. drunk?" I tried to make an excuse. The man just sighed. "I don't do autographs anymore kid." He shook his head. "No!!! No I don't want an autograph.. uhm.." I trailed off, his handsome face making me forget the lines I practiced in my head.

"Uh.." My mouth felt dry. God just spit it the fuck out. "Fuckin' kids..." The man grumbled to himself, downing a glass of whiskey like it was water. Fuck that was hot, seeing his Adam's Apple bob when he swallowed. I made an exaggerated cough just to make sure I had his attention. "Uhm, hello.. I'm Y/N." I gave my best smile that I've been workshopping in the mirror damn near daily. The man just chuckled a little. "Logan." I watched his eyes look me up and down.

After some mildly awkward conversation I got to know all about him. He used to be an X-Man. How epic was that!? "So.. jus' been takin' it a day at a time." Logan hummed while downing his 7th glass of whiskey since we started talking. I stayed quiet for a moment. "You're gonna kill yourself if you keep drinking like that." I said quietly so no one else would hear, not wanting to embarrass him on accident. I was getting worried with his drinking habits, watching him basically be a garbage disposal for whiskey. "I'll be fine, thanks bub." He rubbed his face, setting down the glass on the bar with a loud clink.

He sighed deeply. "I gotta go kid, it was real nice meetin' ya." He got up, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. "Uhm.. wait." I said, getting up as well. He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue. "Can I have your number?" I finally managed to ask. "Sure bub." He wrote his number on a napkin and handed it to me. He ruffled my hair and left. I stared at the napkin, my heart racing faster than a damn bullet train.

[wayward-dreamer]

Far From Innocent - Part 4

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,980

Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)

Warnings: Swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, smut: dirty talk, oral sex (male & female receiving), facesitting, unprotected sex, rough sex, cum swallowing

A/N: The last part! I'm so happy everyone loved this. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney

Y/N quietly shifted under the sheets, pulling them back and swinging her legs off the bed. She slowly stood up, turning to look back at Soldier Boy to make sure he hadn’t woken up. He snored lightly, his head turned with his flippy locks covering his eye. She walked across the floor and into the bathroom, softly shutting the door behind her. Her eyes felt heavy, her mouth dry as her mind was cloudy from the drug induced haze. She made her way to the sink, cringing at her reflection in the mirror. Her mascara was smudged, her remaining lipstick stained her lips, but her eyes wandered down to her neck, biting her lip as her fingers touched the deep red lines on her throat. She replayed his hand around her throat over in her mind, feeling her cheeks heat up at what had occurred the previous night.

Stepping back a little, she looked down at herself, her hands smoothing over the marks that had developed overnight on her skin from his hands. She turned on the tap and wet her hands, dabbing under her eyes and lips to make herself look decent. She used a wet cloth to wipe herself down and get rid of the stickiness of sweat and his spendings, before she turned the tap off. Picking up a dry towel, she wiped her hands, patting down her face and body, taking another look at herself. She looked better than before, but she hoped she would get home in time to fix herself before her parents woke up. She had to go for her dress fitting with her mom so she had to make herself presentable as quickly as possible once she got back. She walked out of the bathroom, tip-toeing across the floor as her eyes scanned around the room for her bra and panties.

“Leaving so soon?”

She turned around, the nerves that she had last night before she pushed them down slowly creeping back in as she saw Soldier Boy sitting up against the headboard, a smirk on his face as he watched her. She pulled the edge of the sheet up and covered herself, feeling oddly exposed despite the things they had done the night before.

“Yeah,” she replied, nodding as she looked away from him. “I really should.”

“Okay,” he replied, but his signature grin never left his face. “But uh, I’m not starting the day without you sitting on my face.”

Y/N pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. She supposed she could wait a little longer for the fantasy to be over.

“What the heck are you talking about? Where is she?”

Jim pushed his hands through his hair, ruining his slicked back look but he couldn’t care less in that moment. He had gone to Y/N’s house to take her to breakfast as an apology for what happened during the commercial shoot, but when he arrived they told him she wasn’t there and hadn’t been all night.

“She told us she was meeting you,” Y/N’s father replied, glaring at him. “So maybe that’s a better question for you.”

“Look, I swear-” Jim started but stopped as he heard her mother coming down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen, a worried expression on her face as she held out her hand, Y/N’s engagement ring sparkling in her palm.

“It was left on the nightstand,” she said, her voice cracking as she looked between her husband and Jim.

Jim looked down at the ring, his jaw clenching as he tried not to get carried away with what could’ve happened to Y/N.

“I’ll call her friends, see if they know where she is…”

Y/N’s eyes closed tightly, her knuckles clenched as she held onto the headboard, a loud whimper escaping her as her hips shifted against Soldier Boy, feeling his beard tickle her inner thighs. He held onto her as he worked his tongue over her folds, grunting as his skilled muscle circled her bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned loudly, one hand combing through his hair and gripping tight. “Feels so good…”

“You like that, doll?” he asked, his lips pulling away as he kissed along the inside of her thigh.

“Fucking love it,” she whimpered, rutting against him as a smile spread across her face. “I’m-I’m so close…”

It wasn’t long before he brought her to the edge once again, a sharp cry leaving her as she felt her release wash over her, biting her lip as she heard him groan at the wetness that coated his lips and tongue. She shifted down his body, her hands pressing into his chest as she looked down at him.

“I was right,” he said, smirking up at her. “You really do taste fucking incredible.”

She felt her cheeks heat up at his statement. The longer their eyes lingered on each other, the more she felt like she didn’t want to leave. But she knew their time was coming to end soon, and the bubble she had been in since last night was about to burst.

But not before she took him for one last ride.

“That’s why I’m asking you,” Jim stated, frustratedly. “If I knew where she was, do ya think I’d be calling?”

He sighed as he heard her friend muttering on the other end of the phone, but she wasn’t making any sense.

“You know what? Thanks for nothing, Louise,” he snapped, slamming the receiver down. He scratched Y/N’s friend’s name off the list of places she could be, throwing his pencil on the floor as he sat back.

“Damn it!”

Soldier Boy grinned as he looked up at Y/N, his eyes glancing between her face etched with pleasure and the way her hips rocked against his. His fingers dug into her flesh as he helped her move, her own pressed into his chest, her nails leaving marks on his skin. The night had turned out to be better than he expected, Y/N surprising him in ways he didn’t think she would. He thought she’d shy away from things, but he had never been so glad to be wrong.

“You look so fucking good like this, doll,” he groaned, his hands gripping into the globes of her ass. His neck strained back as she began to thrust faster, his eyes admiring the roll of her hips. “There you go, sugar, just like that… ride my dick, make yourself cum.”

A trembling, drawn-out moan left her lips as she bounced against him, chasing the high that was quickly approaching. The rhythm of her hips faltered slightly, his hands on her the only thing keeping her from losing it completely. “Oh, fuck, I’m-”

“You’re doing so good, doll,” he rasped, nodding slowly as he gazed up at her. “Cum for me, Y/N, cum on my cock…”

Her hips rocked harder and faster, the euphoric peak hitting her quickly as she stilled, a passionate scream escaping her as she came. She breathed heavily as she looked down at him, knowing he was close too. She shifted off him, on her knees between his spread legs as she wrapped her hand around his length, pumping up and down as she sucked at the tip. A guttural moan erupted from him as he threw his head back against the pillow, her mouth enveloping his cock as she tasted herself and him as spurts of his cum coated her tongue. She took everything he had to give, licking the tip as she drew back, her eyes locked on his as she swallowed.

“Fuck,” he husked, shaking his head in disbelief as he started to chuckle. “You really are something.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her heart soaring at his words. Her eyes glanced at the clock on the nightstand, seeing the numbers flip over to 10:06am. She had well and truly missed her fitting, and she knew she was going to get an earful when she got home.

Y/N freshened up again in the bathroom, finding her bra and panties once she got out, putting them on quickly before she pulled on her stockings. She walked out into the living area and picked up her dress, stepping into it. She tried to reach back and pull the zip up, but she groaned in frustration as she couldn’t manage it. How did she do this yesterday? She flinched slightly as she felt Soldier Boy’s hands brush against the skin of her back, his fingers taking hold of the zip and slowly pulling it up. She turned around, her eyes taking in the green robe he had put on, his chest slightly exposed.

“Thank you, sir,” she said, briefly glancing at him.

He watched as she slipped her feet into her heels and picked up her purse, biting her lip as she spotted her ruined girdle on the floor, turning back to him. They stared at each other before he took her hand and pulled her towards him, kissing her roughly. She reached up and combed her fingers through his hair at the back of his head, a little breathless as he pulled away first.

“Okay, now I really have to go,” she sighed, frowning as gazed up at him.

“Back to the fiancé, huh?” he asked, raising her eyebrow.

A small, contemplative smile pulled at her lips. She knew what she needed to do once she got home. “Yeah.”

“Well, then… see you Monday,” he grinned, smacking her ass.

She squealed as she jumped back, trying not to smile as he winked at her. She bit her lip as she walked towards the door, adding a little swing to her hips as she strutted away. As she reached for the doorknob, she turned back to give him one last look. Knowing he had been staring at her as she retreated, she finally let her lips pull up. He gave her a small salute as she opened the door, turning back to his room just as she closed it.

Taking the elevator down, Y/N squinted as the sun blinded her once she walked out of the building. She opened her purse and took out her sunglasses, placing them on as a content sigh left her. She walked down the street, her mind reeling as she replayed the events of the previous night over and over in her head. She did things she never thought she’d do, and with someone who she never thought would ever look in her direction.

She wasn’t dumb, she knew nothing else would ever happen with Soldier Boy, nothing serious at least. Spending the night with him didn’t lead her to any hopes, but more revelations of what she needed in her life. He had awakened something in her that she knew Jim could never bring out, and that was why she had to find someone who could do that for her. Someone who she could see herself with, someone who drove her wild and who took pleasure in her pleasure.

After a quick bite of a bagel and coffee from the cart around the corner from the Vought building, she headed home. Jim was waiting for her, completely fuming. Words were exchanged, he yelled, and she yelled right back, before she finally called off the engagement. He left in a hurry, scowling and huffing as he slammed the door behind him.

She never told him what happened with Soldier Boy. She didn’t see the point once she made her decision to end their relationship. She didn’t know if he would’ve believed her anyway.

All she knew was that Vought’s most respected supe had freed her, and she could finally look for what she truly deserved in life.

And she could have all the fun she wanted while searching for it.

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[missuswalker]

Hii can i request Clyde relationship hcs?? Hope you're having a good day! :3

of coursee 🤭

relationship headcanons || clyde donovan x fem reader

✮ summary: clyde as your boyfriend 💋 ✮ warnings: none, i didn't know if you wanted the nsfw ones too, but if you do, i can make a part 2!

such a supportive bf

idc what you think, clyde is so soft for you

he's still a jock, though

"come to my practice, please, please, please"

likes when you wear his letterman jacket or his jersey

forces you to come to his football games every friday night

kisses you over the fence

unless you're a cheerleader, cus then he's running off to the side every chance he gets to fist bump you or kiss your knuckles

he looovves that little cheer uniform

makes jokes about how he'd look better in it

gets distracted on the field when you do your 'flippies'

he's very impressed

every time he makes a touchdown he blows you a kiss

sorry i'm getting carried away with football clyde

but anyways he like's taking you out for fast food dates and holding your hand over the table

he does that thing where he brushes his thumb over your knuckles

he's so whipped

when you guys cuddle he has his arms wrapped around your waist and his head laying on your chest

he snores though

and drools

sorry

he asks craig for dating advice so one day he randomly justs starts calling you honey

if you tell him to stop he pretends he was just joking the whole time

tbh says "i love you" after like two or three weeks of dating

he means it but its so soon

makes sure you know its okay that you don't say it back right away

but reallllllyyyyy wants you too

compliments himself and hopes you agree with him

"damn, i'm sexy" "nah" "oh"

if he's crying, he likes you to hug him and pet his head

he'll tell you he wasn't crying with tears running down his cheeks

he doesn't cry as much as he used to though

he probably gets an ick from himself and trains himself not to cry

he watches gilmore girls with you but tells everyone he only watches breaking bad

i have so many more for clyde i might to a pt 2 anyways

a/n: i think i completed all requests and the rest are things that were asked multiple times 🤭🤭 i need more, this is what i'm currently living for

[thunder-jolt]

A PROPER INTRODUCTION

I'm Thunder, also known as Herald if you're from Comic Studio.

Pronouns (preferred): She/her, but any pronoun, like they/them, is fine.

I Have:

Autism

Anxiety

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My fandoms vary, so I don't really need to be specific.

I like to draw, and write, which isn't anything new. However, I don't do commissions, but what I can do is write fanfic requests, with some free fanart. BUT- BUT! Before you can do that, you must understand this. Keep it as SFW as possible, no NSFW stuff.

WHAT I WRITE:

X Reader Fanfiction (DC Copperhead x Reader, etc.)

Headcanons (Any character I'm currently hyperfixating, such as, say, Flippy from Happy Tree Friends, Jiren from Dragon Ball Super, etc.)

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DO NOT INTERACT:

Racist

Homophobic

Transphobic/TERF

Biphobic

Aphobic

Ableist

Groomer/Pedophile/MAP

Zoophile

Scammer

Sexist/Misogynist/Misandronist

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DO NOT FOLLOW:

NSFW Blogs

WILL ADD MORE IF NEEDED, BUT FOR NOW, THIS IS ABOUT IT.

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Also, at the time of making this pinned post, I am a minor, so please, be respectful. Also, don't send Mutual Aid asks, I have too many of those already.

And as of now, I also have my asks turned off, so sorry for those who DO WANT TO ASK SOMETHING, but right now, it's off.