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GAROU drabble [mass request]

cw :: fingering, prostate stimulation, toy usage, sadist reader, overstimulation, dry orgasm. a/n :: this was longer, but i cut out about 3 really long paragraphs and now it's super short and really fast paced sry

<400 words

what the hell.

was what garou wanted to say. ever since you had found his sweet spot, you had been ruthlessly attacking it with your fingers. nothing but his broken moans and attempt at cursing you out filled the room; reveling in the man's pathetic tries to resist submitting to you, you continue abusing his prostate.

garou gripped the sheets below him, tearing the fabric as he felt himself orgasm for the second time, covering himself in his fluids. the intensity of it almost made him forget about his plan to kill you later on. for a moment, your hand ceased motion, giving him a chance to collect his thoughts. “my hand's cramping up.” he heard you mumble.

just as you were pulling your fingers out of garou's ass, he grabbed your wrist. even if he couldn't quite get the words out, you could see a familiar, piercing look of ‘don't you fucking dare’ in his golden eyes; as teary as they were. since his grip wasn't as arm-breakingly strong as usual, you were able to shake off his hand and pull your fingers out. “i was only going to switch hands.” you laugh before pulling out a small, pink vibrator and remote from seemingly nowhere. “but maybe i'll use this instead.”

“you fucking wha– hya–! mmhf—!” before garou could finish his sentence, he felt the rotor slip inside him; he slapped a hand over his mouth to at least muffle the shameful noises that left his lips. you pressed the on/off button on the remote—the sudden vibrations made garou arch his back; it felt as if the rotor was moving in different directions—maybe even rotating. slowly, you removed his hand from his mouth, thin strings of saliva connected his palm to his tongue and bottom lip.

garou let out another broken cry, feeling himself cumming again; to his and your surprise, nothing came out this time. “aw, how cute.” you cooed. “was that your first dry orgasm? i'm flattered.” you caressed his tear and drool-stained cheek gently.

“turn it off– please.. 's too much—” he sobbed. “can't take anymore–”

“one more orgasm and i'll think about it.”

[luvlyycy]

garou hisses as you wrap the bandage around his wound, the wound being on his right arm— "careful, that shit hurts." he barks to which you only glare at him.

"i wouldn't have to do this if you didn't finger me like that." you huff, ripping the piece of the bandage off to finish wrapping his arm.

"tsk, i only did it cus of this fuckass dress," he proves his point by slipping a finger in your dress and pulling top of your nightgown down, exposing your left boob, "fuckin' whore. wanted me to finger ya like that, huh?" he spares a moment to laugh. you frown, pulling the top of your gown up over your breast.

"next time, don't open your wound and we can fuck."

[chaichaiiskai]

Need male reader smut asap pls maybe dubcon

hero hunter! garou x hero! male! reader x hero! stinger

notes: started rewatching opm with my lil' brother and got a cold, cold reminder of just how hot the characters are so y'know I had to write something...

warnings: dubcon, forced cuckolding, mlm, male reader, amab reader, garou is so mean and condescending, violence, mention of harming the reader, humiliation, public sex, degradation, alleys are dirty, quid pro quo. you're responsible for the shit you read so don't come and fuckin' bitch at me 'cause you're bein' stupid. this is meant for those who will enjoy readin' this, not you. move along.

STINGER never had a day off, but that was simply the life of a hero, especially during the recent rise of the monster association and monsters in general. The same thing went for you, never did you expect to be in the same profession as your future partner, but here you were. Despite your differences in ranking, you could care less, you weren't interested in the combat parts of hero work, you were a healer and restorer which proved to be useful in its own way. The hero association often called on you for healing other heroes, civilians, etc. You were also called for restoring destruction in the city, proving you to be quite a valuable being, but you never allowed yourself to do anything you didn't deem fair.

With the recent rise of the so-called 'hero hunter' you've been busier than ever, patrolling, restoring, healing, and all the fix-ins, nothing out of the ordinary. Though, today, the last thing you'd expected was to run into your boyfriend while out on your job. Funny, I know, since you're both heroes but this didn't happen as commonly as one would think.

"Hey good looking, what are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be back at home?" Stinger asked as he approached you. You were both smack dab in a neighborhood that still had a bit of people roaming around, it looked relatively safe. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you waved his words off while responding. "Same as you, the association wanted me to patrol around to heal and restore if necessary, they called me as soon as you left. So far nothing's needed much fixing."

The Class A hero grinned and rested his weapon on his shoulder as he continued to engage in comfortable conversation with you, occasionally waving at a few fans here and there who acknowledged him. You talked more like friends than lovers when you were out in public, well, except for Stinger's blatant flirting.

And then it happened.

You'd both made the mistake of letting your guards down and you would be forced to pay the price.

One second you were laughing and joking, and the next second you watch as Stinger is swatted away from you and into a nearby building like a mere mosquito, followed by the panicked screaming of the citizens around you. Everything moves slowly around you as you're frozen in place, a look of fear mingled with shock spread across your features.

"Two heroes standing leisurely around, speaking to one another like there's no immediate danger around them. Tch."

The assaulter speaks from directly in front of you, looking down at you with a grin on his face. The surrounding citizens run away from the scene, eager to preserve their lives. And in no time, it's just you, the hero hunter, and Stinger, who's just peeled himself from the dent in the building, his injuries were obvious but he wasn't Class A for no reason. He shouts at you. "Y/N! Hurry up and run!" He screams in urgency at you, knowing you did not like physical confrontation. His sudden shout seemed to trigger you into moving again as you speedily jumped back away from the one they called Garou, staring at him as you put distance between the two of you.

Immediately, Stinger gets between the two of you and holds up his spear, giving Garou a grin of his own as he gets into position for battle. "So you're the hero hunter, huh? I'll admit, you did catch me off guard but that won't happen again! I'll take you down in a pinch!" He exclaimed and charged forward at superhuman speed, using his Bamboo Shoot with great efficiency despite the bleeding heavily from his head. You watched as the two of them engaged in battle, your heart racing, egging your boyfriend on in your mind.

You should have run away like he said, but you couldn't, not with him injured like this, you would just remain in the area and heal him when you were given the chance. For now, you took to running away, ducking down into a nearby alley to watch the fight, crossing your fingers in hopes that this would end quickly in Stinger's favor.

It looked that way for a while, you could feel yourself becoming more and more relieved by the second, watching as Garou struggled against Stinger's attack, the human who called himself a monster didn't seem to be doing too well, having injuries of his own.

Stinger soon had Garou cornered, ready to further injure him to keep him from doing anymore damage, his signature grin still in place as blood continued to steadily run from his head and into his eyes.

"It's over now. Hurry up and surrender, hero hunter. You've lost."

He said, continuing to hold eye contact with Garou. The hero hunter held no smile, clearly injured as well but also seemed to be thinking deeply about something. It looked like he would be losing this battle, however, you knew that Stinger had the flaw of celebrating too early, and that was the case in this scenario.

"Oh? I'm not so sure."

Garou's words, despite him being yards away from you, sent a chill down your spine and you almost yelled for Stinger to watch out, but it was too late. The hero hunter moved even faster than before and you can't stop yourself from crying out in worry as he knocks Stinger unconscious with just a singular move, strong enough to send him barreling towards you. It was almost like Garou had planned this.

Stinger hit the ground, his body rolling across the concrete until he skidded to a stop in front of you, looking lifeless and mangled, his spear laying somewhere unknown. His eyes were closed and he laid on his stomach in front of you. With a shaken hand, you stared to reach out for him. You could heal him, he'd be okay. He HAD to be okay!

But that was too easy.

You were just mere centimeters from touching his back and activating your healing but you were dragged away, feeling as the back of your head was grabbed and your face was slammed into the ground with enough force to make you dizzy. You nearly vomited from the pain alone but were able to quickly heal yourself. The position you were in was humiliating, hunched over on your knees, hands pressed on the dirty alley in an attempt to support your body to keep it from having too much contact with the uncertainies of grossness. Garou continued to hold the back of your head, and you were unable to see him but he seemed pleased, grinning from ear to ear.

"Who knew the association had just a weak hero in their ranks, Restore." He said, saying your hero name with nothing but venom. This was how you were going to die, this was how you were going to die.

You couldn't even stop yourself from trembling in fear, droplets of tears escaping your eyes as the fell onto the ground beneath you. Biting back a sniffle, you decided to plea the best you could, your voice trembling with each word.

"Plea... please. You can do whatever- whatever you want with me. Just... just let me heal him, please." You begged, not even concerned about yourself at this point, you just wanted Stinger to be okay.

There was silence behind you, too long, too quiet. It was starting to eat you alive, you wanted him to say something. And before you could plead again, you heard him chuckle dryly before he spoke.

"So. It is true. The hero Stinger and hero Restore are 'loving' boyfriends. How comedic. Almost brings tears to my eyes." He paused, seeming to think of what could possibly done next. And the next time he spoke, you could hear the smile in his tone of voice.

"Okay. I'll let you heal him, but you've gotta do something for me in return, yeah?" You then felt a presence lean over you, slender fingers moving from your head to around your neck and gripping at your chin. Soon, his breath was felt on the side of your face, devilish eyes peering at you as he continued to grin, forcing you to crane your neck to look him in the eye as he continued offering his 'deal'. Looking into his eyes was proving to be difficult, his gaze shook you to your core with how cold he looked at you. But before he added onto the deal, he couldn't help but to laugh and insult you.

"Wow. Look at you! You're seriously cryin'? That's cute. Almost makes me feel bad about what's gonna happen next, but that power of yours will help you so I won't feel too bad. We gotta deal or not, Restore?" His eyes looked from yours and then to Stinger's unconscious body, observing the hero.

"Better hurry up. He might not make it."

He then turned your face, allowing you to see what he was seeing. Stinger looked to be breathing shallowly, further solidifying your growing fear. You had no time to refuse or hesitate. What was the worse thing he could do? You still had your powers, you were practically indestructible despite not having much strength.

"Okay! Okay! Do whatever you want!" You exclaimed, shutting your eyes, not wanting to look at your injured boyfriend any longer. Everything would be okay, you can handle this, you've been beaten up before, this was nothing new.

Garou didn't move from where he was for a few seconds but then he did, moving his hand from your face. You were expecting him to move you into a better position to beat your ass but that was far from the truth.

A yelp of surprise came from you when he suddenly used one of his hands to express his brute strength, ripping through the ass of your hero costume and your underwear. The sudden cold air hit your exposed rear and the underside of your sack, your eyes widening when you were starting to come to a realization about what was about to occur. But you couldn't move.

No.

You agreed to this.

Just like before, you were frozen, unable to move. The only thing that moved was Garou's hand, rustling with something, obviously his belt and loose-fitting pants. You had ample time to escape him when he suddenly let go of you to spit in his hand and wet his cock, but no, you didn't move an inch. How could you? He was faster than you, and who was to say that if you had disobeyed him he'd let you or Stinger live.

You weren't allowed to ponder for long when he suddenly pushed the head into you. You'd already been stretched out from the earlier morning's escapade with Stinger. He was able to push into you with both ease and just a little of bullying, he was thicker than Stinger but you somehow managed to keep taking him with ease. It was embarrassing, and of course he had to comment on it.

"I already knew I'd be getting sloppy seconds, but not to this extent. You two must fuck like animals."

His words cause you to shudder and he pushes into you further, stretching you out in a way that makes you confused. As he's burying himself into you, you bite your tongue until it bleeds to stop from moaning in pleasure and pain, closing your eyes as you drop your head in indignity.

Garou doesn't give you the chance to hide from your embarassment, his arm wrapping around your neck, forcing it against his bicep as he puts you in a loose headlock, forcing your face up as he remains buried deep inside you. His head moves back to beside yours and the intimate position your in fills you with a fresh sense of shame, almost as much as his cock was filling you.

"Ever since I read about you and your powers, I wondered just how indestructible you are. I wondered what would happen if I beat you over and over and over again. Would your powers be able to keep up? How fast can you heal? And then, I started noticing other things about you. I hate heroes and everything that they stand for but you're not a hero, are you? Just some overpowered nurse. I prefer that title instead of 'hero' for you." His words made your brows furrow, thoroughly confused by what he was getting at, though you did feel a sting of hurt from his belittling. Suddenly, he pulled out of you about halfway and then slammed back in, catching you off guard for the umpteenth time as you were lurched forward, choking when your windwipe hit against his muscled bicep, an involuntary whimper soon following.

"You're attractive, no doubt. But you're so weak—" He pulled back his hips and then pistoned them forward, fucking into you with animosity, emphasizing his insulting words with each thrust.

"Fragile."

"Useless."

"Breakable."

"Cowardly."

Each hit has you further confused, unable to keep your soft moans underwraps.

His words hurt, but why were you squeezing around him with each word? Why was your dick harder than a rock? Why didn't you want him to stop?

Easily, Garou catches on but nothing can prepare you when he suddenly turns his head to whisper in your ear, his warm breath causing goosebumps to blossom all over you, cock twitching in delirium.

"Oh? You like that, huh? You like hearing the truth about how useless you are? You should be ashamed of yourself. What if your poor boyfriend woke up and saw you gettin' off to this? Bet you'd like that too, huh?"

Apparently you did, seeing how you immediately clenched around him as soon as he finished speaking. Was this just your body's natural response?

You hear yourself moaning as he pounds into you from behind, skin slapping against skin at such an insane speed that you're starting to see specks of light in your vision. Your freehand moves to grip onto Garou's forearm, mainly to ground yourself, and you can barely breathe from the sheer pleasure of being fucked with such hatred and disdain. The dick is so good that you can't even keep your powers under control, healing the human who calls himself a monster without even realizing. You've healed someone during sex before many times, mostly Stinger, but not to this extent.

Eyes fluttering and rolling into the back of your head with each delicious stroke that makes direct contact with the button inside you that makes you forget your own name, you fail to notice the slight stir of the unconscious man in front of you. Garou doesn't though, in fact, he only goes faster, grinning at the realization. You should consider yourself lucky that he's still holding you in place with his arm, the headlock was saving your life in more than a few ways.

As you're getting your back blown out by the infamous hero hunter, Stinger, whom you were trying to heal just a few minutes ago, opened his eyes. Ableit he did so slowly, he blinked, attempting to have his vision adjust as familiar noises graced his ears. The sight that soon appears in front of him has him in pure shock, he hasn't an idea on how he should react. He wasn't prepared for it.

"Pleasure for you to join us, Stinger. Like whatcha see?" Garou questioned, not faltering in a single thrust. "

This must be a nightmare. That's what Stinger forces himself to think, watching in horror as his enemy has his way with you, and you seem to be enjoying yourself. But no, that can't be, this is just how the body naturally responds to sex. You didn't want this— you couldn't want this. Stinger wanted to move, but he couldn't, he was completely paralyzed, forced to watch you be repeatedly deflowered by a maniac with an insatiable need to cut down each and every hero.

Noticing his struggle, Garou only becomes more smug, but you still haven't seemed to caught onto the mess being created, more focused on creating a mess in your pants. "Aye, Restore, look who's joined the party? He doesn't look too happy. Aww, I think he's hurt." You can barely understand English right now, let alone whatever he was talking about, how could anyone have such power? But against better judgement, you blinked, trying to recollect your fuzzy brain as his words sunk in. And to your mortification, when you managed to fully open your eyes without them rolling around in your skull, you met the hurt gaze of Stinger.

Immediately, you attempted to speak, wanting to tell him why you were doing this, but you were cut off by the sound of your own moan when Garou pulled back and slammed into you with more force than before. Your mouth hung open, unable to keep itself closed, and you started to drool, eyes closing yet again as you forgot yourself.

Stinger watched and listened to everything in front of him, no words coming from him as he tried to take this all in in strides. Was he dreaming?

"Hah— think I'll use you... as a dumpster." Garou murmured, giving you no option when he suddenly started to speed up even faster, turning your poor brain into mush, drool dribbling onto the sleeve of his shirt. A few more seconds of this and you were forced to take his sticky, hot load, copious amounts of the human monster's cum spilling into you as he pushes as deeply as possible into you as he can manage, completely stopping his movements.

Once he's done, he releases you and pulls back, you fall forward, realizing that he'd been holding you up the entire time with his strength alone. And what you'd feared previously came true as you laid on your belly amongst the filth of the alley.

The hero hunter stands, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt, afterwards, he wipes his forehead of sweat. "Thanks for healin' me, Restore. I'll have to come back and find you when I get injured again. But don't worry, I'll pay you again. Later, 'heroes.'"

Garou then chuckled before seemingly disappearing with speed you'd never seen before.

Seconds, no— minutes later, what had happened sunk in and you felt shame like no other. His cum was still dribbling out of your ass when you finally regained the strength to lift yourself onto your hands and knees, avoiding Stinger's watchful gaze all together as you stared at the ground in disbelief. You'd done the unthinkable.. but, you quickly remembered your goal, slowly crawling forward to where your boyfriend remained laying. Shakily, you reached out and pressed your knuckles against his face, not wanting your dirty palms to come in contact with his skin, and activated your powers, healing him instantaneously.

Once he could feel his body again, Stinger immediately moved to sit on his knees in front of you. He spoke, but you couldn't hear a word he said as you leaned forward, the crown of your skull pressing against his chest. He stopped speaking and slowly started to rub your back in comfort as you sniffled, hoping that he could forgive you..but, then you noticed something strange.

Your eyes widened.

To your complete shock, Stinger's suit of bandages did a horrendous job of hiding how he truly felt about what happened to you.

Was he... hard?

[prurjent]

Garou ~ Distraction

Contains: fem reader! Blood, vaginal sex, weapons, one sided argument

{it’s been a while. This has been sitting in drafts so I’ll finally post it}

Injured Garou

A sudden noise coming from your kitchen scared you out of your sleep. Your eyes grew widen as you reached for the kitchen under your pillow and the gun on the side of your nightstand. You stood up feeling your velvet nightgown hit your thighs as you slid the bedroom open glad you got the door fixed since it opened silently.

Your quiet footsteps guided you through the hallway, the cool wood floor making little to no sound. You felt a sudden breeze causing the hair on your arm to stand up, one glance told you that whoever is trying to rob you came from the balcony. With a deep breath you rounded the corner taking the gun off safety and pointing it at the intruder in the kitchen.

But when you saw the tuff of white hair peaking from behind the island counter you let out a breath of relief. “Garou.. you scared me.” You put the weapon back on safety as he turned to look at you. “What are you doing here. Thought I was a distraction?” You said annoyedly placing the knife and gun on the counter.

When you didn’t hear nothing a grunt you walked around seeing blood on the floor and the white haired male shuffling through the cabinets. “What happened!” You yelled with a gasp as the blood from his opened wound on his chest stained your gray floors.

“Fuck… I ran into Zombieman.” He spoke through his gritted teeth watching as you ran to the back and came back with a kit. “The bastard reopened my wound.” He moved his hand allowing you to look at the wound.

A sigh left your lips as you cleaned the wound before restitching it. “I told you. The S-class hero’s are no joke.. you had trouble with watch dog and his rank is 12.”

“Are you saying I can’t do it?” He grabbed your hands stopping you making you glance at him.

“I need to finish stitching you up. Let go.” You told him trying to move your hands but he didn’t let go. “Garou why are you so adamant about defeating the S-Class hero’s.”

“That’s none of your business.” He let go of your arm.

“But here you are! Bleeding on my floor once again having me stitch you up once again! You aren’t supposed to be here. Your words! You said I was distracting you from your goal!” You snapped at him staring him down.

“I know what I said. I’ll leave. I just came here for the supplies since I ran out. I didn’t ask you to do it.” He grumbled turning away from your eyes. He watched as you quickly stitched him up before trying to clean the blood on the ground before it stained.

Garou stood up taking the white wrap from the kit and wrapping his wound. He was turning to leave but stopped when he heard her sniff. He looked down watching her rinse the rag in the sink. “Why are you crying?” He spoke softly.

“Aren’t you supposed to be leaving? We can pretend this never happened.” She said eyes focused on the water from the sick but her voice was sad.

Garou sighed walking over to her. “You know I hate when you cry. So tell me.” He turned the water off grabbing her chin. She looked at him her eyes brimming with water and her tears staining her face.

“It hurts to see you. Garou.” She pushed him away walking to grab the weapons and put them back.

“I see you took my advice..” he said following her looking at the two items. It was to keep you safe he said last time they spoke. “I’m sorry. Okay but-“

“I’m a distraction yes. I know.” You sighed placing the weapons back and looked at him. “I told yoy I loved you and you didn’t say it back. I let you in despite everything. I hid you whenever they were looking for you! I put my job on the line for you many times. Garou and you know what you had to say.” You snapped at him tears still falling from your eyes.

“I said it-“

“I don’t care for your excuse Garou please just go.” You turned away from him. When you find hear anything you looked only to be caught off guard by him leaning forward kissing you. It felt like muscle memory the way your mouth moved in sync with his as he backed up till his was sitting on the bed.

He pulled you into his lap grunting from the pain silently. He breathed heavily once you pulled away resting his forehead on yours. “Garou-“

“I love you.” He said shocking you, you pulled away to look at his face seeing how sincere he looked in his eyes. “I just don’t want what I’m doing to fall on your shoulders. I don’t want you to get hurt when I defeat someone. What if I can’t protect you, I love you so much-“

You cut him off by grabbing his face leaning in kissing him. You pushed his shoulders down onto the bed, “I’ve waited so long for you to come back and say that.”

“This doesn’t-“

“Shut up and let me fuck you. We can worry about that another day.” You said in a low tone as your fingers glided over his toned torso carefully of his wound. He laid there in shock before letting out a chuckle. It was like flipping a switch, he loved it.

However his chuckle was cut short as you grind your hips against his. You pulled your panties off slowly giving him a show before you pulled his loose-fitting white martial arts pants off completely watching as his cock sprung forward.

Your mouth watered at the sight and you leaned forward licking up the side gathering the pre-cum on your tongue. You felt Garou shutter under you. You crawled forward position yourself over his erection you stared him in the eyes before slowly sinking down on him watching as he threw his head back in pleasure.

“Fuck.. I’ve missed you.” He spoke placing his hands on your waist. He helped guide you up and down till you began to go much faster on your own. With each rock of your hips his grip on your waist tightened leaving marks.

He leaned up as much as he could and pulled your nightgown over your head throwing it across the room before pulling you into a deep kiss. His hands now on your thighs helping you ride him while he kissed you. “Don’t leave again.” You moaned out as you pulled away using his shoulders to help you move up and down.

“I won’t leave you ever again.” He whispered kissing your neck. He felt your wall’s tighten around him before you released. He quickly thrusted in you before cumming as well. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

[garoumylove]

New Year New Smutty Garou Fic ^.^

Happy New Year everyone! Here’s a very smutty and romantic Garou fanfic I just wrote called ‘Hurt So Good’ :) I’ll leave the intro here and you can read the whole thing HERE since its a bit too long for Tumblr! 

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He holds his bandaged hand in front of his face in the dim heat of early autumn. The shack has no windows and no particular light to offer but his eyes always adjust quickly. The sun is setting- No, just set. Just gone down for the night but Garou lies wide awake. He’d just made it back after a sleepless twenty four hours. There’s a dull ache in his calf where Golden Ball’s little missile got him and this. He clenches and unclenches the bandaged hand lightly. Bandaged is a generous word. It is not a bandage. A rag he found, really. He’ll bandage it up properly soon now that he’s back at his own little headquarters but for now he just wants to lie back for a moment. A smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. His headquarters. He likes that. The fucking heroes have their Hero Association HQ and the monsters have their own somewhere, he is sure of it, and here he is, in his own headquarters. King of his own castle. CEO of his one-man organisation. He thinks he might even give himself a promotion, employee of the month even. A fun, savage laugh rings out in the stillness. How about that? Employee of the month. So he did amount to something in the end. Heh.

The hand. An annoying injury. An unexpected one. Compliments of Spring Mustachio. But at least he’d gained some experience against blades and that’s always useful. The wound has begun to close up, he can feel the flesh starting to pull together, faster than any human he knows but still far too slow for him. At least it was a clean wound. One quarter of a stigmata. No, they’d never be able to crucify him now. Not even if they tried. There is no one on his side. He has nobody. The situation hasn’t changed. There is no one on his side except his own body, and it’s been cooperating much more than usual lately, stepping up to the challenge. This quick healing a welcome surprise. All his billions of cells in on the plan, cheering him on, working hard to make sure he reaches his monstrous goal. This pain? He looks over his hand again, turning it in the dusk. This pain is nothing. It hurt like a mother fucker, stung like hell as it happened, as he felt the blade pierce the skin, slide against muscle but he was too high on adrenaline to notice much. A half hour later though, it wasn’t so fun anymore. But now it was just an inconvenient ache and tomorrow, he’ll be able to deliver a punch like nothing had ever happened. He is sure of it. This pain, it’s almost gone. But did the bastard really have to slice up his shirt? He’d left the dojo with nothing but the clothes on his back, not intending this phase of his plan to drag out for too long and that was just fucking rude.

The last traces of sun are gone and the cracks in the roof shine a saturated violet. He can hear the last of the crickets outside. Soon they will fall silent. It will be far too cold for them. But for now, tonight especially, it is more than warm enough. Reminiscent of summer. Of broken wood and broken bones, a trail of now defunct dojos across the country. All his own handiwork. These skilled hands. He had never particularly really excelled at this or that before. But he’d poured all his blood, sweat and tears into learning, into training, quickly found he had a knack for it and exploited it to its fullest potential under that old man’s guidance. The geezer seemed delighted. He was so fucking full of himself, Garou’s smile dissipates into a scowl. He felt he was just a trophy, a vessel, a superior demonstration for the old fool’s martial arts. If he’d never shown any particular promise, would the old bastard have shown him as much attention? It was all performative, all conditional, in the end, wasn’t it? What if he’d just ended up as another Charanko (shudder the thought)? Bang wouldn’t have given two shits about him, would he? The scowl tenses. Now look. He’s gone and done it again. Wisps of a blackening, indecipherable turmoil rising, waking deep inside. Feelings he cannot name and doesn’t care to. This hand. This pain. The edges of injured skin and bone and sinew. This pain. This pain is concrete and visceral and real. It has a location, a pinpoint. It’s definable. He can point to it and say ‘Fuck this shit right here’, grip it with his hand when it gets too bad, when it has gotten too bad, grit his teeth and shift his attention somewhere else. An eight. Now a six. It’s gone down to a three. A meager one.

He likes that. That’s what they do, the doctors and the like, isn’t it? Ask you to number it out of ten. It’s still subjective, of course. The ten that he can withstand is magnitudes higher than any normal human, but it’s still a nicely divided scale. Pieces of pain on a line. A graph. He’d always liked graphs. Diagrams. Everything clearly labeled, guiding you through whatever it was it wanted you to know. He remembers himself age eight, flipping through the insect encyclopedia over and over, staring at those beautifully drawn diagrams for hours. The clear labels: Head. Thorax. Abdomen. And then the magnifications. Antenna. Compound eye. Wing. Femur. Posterior spiracle. The Latin names of those insects, like unpronounceable magical incantations. Allomyrina dichotoma. Japanese rhinoceros beetle. If monsters were species and had names, what would his be? What is Latin for ‘monster’? He knows rex is king. He’d learned that as a kid looking through the dinosaur books in elementary school during the lonely recess. Rex, he’d whispered the enchanting foreign word under his breath. Rex. King. What does he hope his species name would be now? Something rex. It must end in rex. Or god? Should it be god? What is god in Latin? And what’s monster? Ah, who cares.

The thought of elementary school stokes the fire that he’d just managed to extinguish inside. He looks down his body, laying on the frayed couch. His chest, with the goddamn torn shirt, rises and falls with each breath. Unlike his martyred hand, there is nothing to direct his attention to when this bullshit starts, this storm inside. It’s all inside. Something unstoppable, uncomfortable, uncontrollable. He pushes the fist of his good hand against the hard muscle of his chest. Right there. The scowl grows brutal. If he could only reach in there, even punch through his ribs, pull it out like some sort of unwelcome intruder, crush it in his fingers and feel its blood drain so it could never bother him again. His knuckles press into his skin, sharp and unforgiving. He does not have the words for it. There is no number he can assign. Whatever is happening inside him, that seems to happen every so often, especially when memories come up, whatever this is, it escapes definition and yet never, ever fails to torture him.

He is not stupid. He is not so illiterate that he can’t say ‘This is anger’, or ‘This is resentment’. He knows this. He has been angry for almost as long as he can remember, not quite all his life, but ever since that little shit Tacchan decided to make it his mission in life to torment him on the school playground with its peeling paint and holey fence. This writhing anger. He knows there is anger in there. Rage. Pure unadulterated fury, simmering and smouldering from so long ago. He is not so stupid. But the merits of language only go so far. And while, on the surface, he can point and say ‘This is anger’ or ‘This is frustration’, the reality is that under that same simplified surface is such a seething mass of tangled darkness he cannot even begin to think of where to start unraveling it. He remembers in middle school, one of their more progressive teachers, projected an abstract painting onto the white board, for what purpose Garou does not remember. But he remembers staring at the furious maze of black and white lines and shapes that resembled nothing he could name. It frustrated and fascinated him, this abstract art or whatever the fuck it was called. It was just like what he felt, stil feels, inside. Nothing he can name, or grasp, but so much of it. So hot and burning from the inside. Not just burning but suffocating, clawing its way as if through his ribs and up his throat. Like it wants something and will not rest.

At first he’d tried to push it down. Suppress it. Fight back. It was too dangerous, unwieldy and uncontrollable. But as he harnessed his physical prowess at the dojo, day after day, staying later than anyone else, repeating drills until his muscles ached, until he could barely move, until Bang scolded him that that was enough, as he harnessed his physical power, honed it, he learned to use his inner demons as fuel for the fire. He directed it into every hit, every bone-crunching punch. Maybe he couldn’t understand, might never understand it, but he could use it. He’d imagine this dark, hot liquid rage sitting in his chest, his mind, direct its course into his arm, into his fist, let it explode. The satisfaction of it like nothing else. Nothing else. Well, almost nothing. A corner of a thought flickers somewhere in his mind, like a bright spark in a chaotic night. It appears and extinguishes itself almost as quickly as it came. Interesting as always. But this mess inside him, this absolute bedlam, it ain’t so bad. Like a contract with the devil. Except when he loses grip and he is no longer using it, but is being used by it. When he finds himself in the palm of its hand. This howling pain that has no words and all he can do is pace, wrestle with it (it always wins), appease it by bringing a sacrifice. Some unsuspecting poor bastard in a hero costume sometimes does the trick. But not always. When it overtakes him, forces him down memory lane and he has no choice but to watch, to relive those things. When he’s forced to confront everything that’s under the brutal anger. The emotions he cannot name, white hot and desperate. Memories of classmates, and teachers, and parents and��

And then it gets harder to breathe. Ragged, jaw clenched.

How would you rate your pain out of ten? And all he can do is gasp. Numbers become inconsequential, lose all meaning. It’s not anger anymore, it’s… It’s… What the fuck is it? What is it that lives and breathes inside him and gives him no peace? Memories of people’s faces. People he had loved, had tried his best for. People who never smiled. People who made him feel… What? What is this terrifying feeling? It’s not even one. Not one feeling. An amalgamation of many. A stitched together nightmare. What is it? Why these memories? And he doesn’t understand it. Doesn’t want to. Clawing his way back to control. Always in control. Always.

Always? The spark again. A moment. Slightly longer. And gone.

The night grows more sultry and all this thinking is getting frustrating. He sits up, pulls off his black shirt. Looks down, inspects his chest. A bruise here, and one there, barely visible, camouflaging in the dusty darkness of this cabin. He rubs his hand against one, then the other. It feels like nothing. No pain. Not here. His body doing its best to not let him down. His body, a perfectly honed killing machine. Each vein, each fibre of muscle… Anyone who saw him would say he’s at his peak, but he knows this is not yet true. There is still room for improvement. He can still get stronger. There are still so many fucking assholes to crush, so much justice to mete out. He has this sudden realisation, an epiphany, that for him happiness is a zero sum game. He finds he is most happy when his enemies are not. If others are happy he cannot be. His happiness depends on their fear, their misery. He lies back down, only slightly cooler half-undressed. He stares up at the punctured ceiling, one arm behind his head. A zero sum game. He won’t be happy unless they’re terrified. He cannot be happy unless they’re… His thoughts trail off. His mind slowly shifts as his chest continues to rise and fall slowly in the dark, the air pressed so close against his bare skin, against the sculpted muscles of his torso, following the glistening little trail of sweat down his left pectoral. His hand reaches out in front of him briefly, as if reaching for something, someone on top of him. No, not everyone. There was an exception.

An unexpected exception. ~ A few months prior. Start of June. Well, that’s when the exception happened. The real start was before that. The year before. When he’d still been going to school more or less regularly. She had been new last year. This in itself was not anything to write home about. In their school, their neighbourhood, kids came and went all the time. The thing to write home about was that she was somewhat foreign. He says somewhat because he had always been too polite to ask. What was the fraction of Japanese? A half? A quarter? An eighth? A numerator of one over the denominator of what? It didn’t really matter in the end. She was a new species. She kept to herself mostly and would answer in polite and formal Japanese with a sweet, accented inflection when anyone cared to talk to her. He couldn’t figure out if it was just the rookie mistake of any language learner, always being taught the most polite forms just in case, or whether this was a brilliant trick to keep people at arm’s length. He had never caught on. But the idea of a language barrier appealed to him. It was a perfectly valid excuse to have people not bother you, one that he couldn’t feign. But it didn’t matter. By that time he’d already carefully constructed a reputation for himself stronger than any language barrier and it was rare for anyone to approach him for anything really. The only one being his homeroom teacher who had been on his fucking case non-stop for this or that or some other shit. The girl was there. And from the back of the class where he sat, interesting to look at. Always wearing a polite smile and glasses. She didn’t seem to have integrated herself into the social life of the class but neither did she seem too bothered by it. She participated in everything and answered all questions, always in that formal and ultra polite Japanese. And no one could say a bad word about her but she never seemed to fully fit in. A foreign import into their indigenous class ecosystem. And interesting to look at.

...the rest can be read here! xoxo

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Your Monster and You

Garou x Reader

Warning: Smut

Summary: Every night he crawled into your bed, and every morning he left.

Your relationship with Garou had been nothing but complicated.

From the moment you invited him over after a night at a bar, you knew exactly what he was doing.

He was looking for a place to crash and you became the perfect fool he can take advantage of.

But you didn’t care much.

Months ago, when he first came over he fucked you so good, you could barely walk the next day.

Then you met him a couple weeks later, and the same happened. You invited him over, you two had sex in the shower, you fell asleep next to him, but he was gone the next morning. 

However, that time, he left his phone number.

After this, he texted you almost every day, asking if he can come over. 

You always said yes.

You had nothing to lose, you lived alone and he was an amazing fuck.

He always gave you the best time either with his fingers, tongue or cock.

It was a simple exchange. 

But of course, you had to ruin it.

You fell in love. 

Truly a mistake on your part.

Who falls in love with a monster?

But you kept your feelings hidden.

Or at least, tried to.

But one day, he came to your home unannounced, bruised and bloody.

"What the fuck?" you asked as he fainted.

You knew he was bad. But this was another level. 

You dragged him to your couch and cleaned his wounds. You decide to cook some food for when he wakes up.

He woke up when you were already in bed.

It was late, but he decided to eat, you heard the clanking of the plates as he ate the food you made, and then, he joined you in bed.

Like he always did, pulling you close to his chest as he slowly fell asleep.

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The next morning you were more than shocked to find him still in your bed.

That never happened before for the last year he has been coming over.

But you weren't complaining, you stayed in his arms. Not moving. You were scared that if you moved, he would just bolt out the door and never come back.

You ended up falling back to sleep. 

You woke up a couple of hours later to a certain feeling between your legs.

It took you a couple moments to realise what was going on  Garou was in between your legs eating you out. 

“Garou.” you said with a moan. “What are you-“ but he just decided to add a finger making your job to stop him a lot more difficult.

You tried to object, but his tongue found your clin just perfectly as he continued.

Your legs started to shake as you came.

No warning or anything.

Just a loud moan.

"Garou." you called his name in your moment of bliss.

Just as you came back to your senses you realized that he was standing up and ready to leave.

"Where are you going?" you asked as he got ready to open your door.

"I'll be back later." he said without looking at you and the door closed behind him.

You spent the entire day at home.

And you made up your mind. You will break this... whatever this is between you and Garou and you.

You were over the anger, the worry and the heartbreak. You never knew if he would come back or not, you never knew if he would die out there or not. 

You couldn't live like that anymore.

As much as it hurt, you wanted it all to end.

Garou arrived back later that afternoon. You were sitting on your couch watching a movie when he arrived.

You knew you needed to talk, but you were still scared to do it.

You loved him.

You loved his attitude, you loved his eyes and his wicked smile. You loved his obsession with monsters.

"We can't keep doing this." you ended up saying as you looked up at him. "This is ruining me, I feel so deeply for you, even though you told me not to get attached... I did. And this is killing me. Seeing you leave when I would need you the most. I simply can't continue like this, not for the sex, not for anything. It is not worth it, I'm sorry. I want a relationship, a man who I can lean on, who doesn't leave to fight heroes on a daily without telling me."

"What if I tell you? Would you be with a man like that, who hunts and kills heroes?"

"I would be with you. I would love to love you freely, without any hesitation. But you are not that, Garou and we both know."

"You deserve better. But at the same time, I would kill anyone who dares to touch you. So, what should we do?"

"What do you mean? Why are you saying that?" you asked, confused.

"I want to be the best for you, but the best of me, not an idea of a man. I want to be a monster, the strongest monster, but... I want to be yours and for you to be mine.”

You didn’t want to believe his words. He must be lying. But his eyes were on yours and you could see the truth in them. 

He was telling the truth. 

And suddenly, you became aware of everything around you.

It was a warm summer evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, surrounded by the heady scent of blooming roses, you didn't even notice that he had roses in his hand.

As he stood there, gazing into your eyes, a spark ignited between you, a flame of desire that burned brightly in the gathering darkness as the sun began to set. 

Garou took a few steps as you stood up, allowing him to reach out to caress your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. 

You leaned into his embrace, your lips seeking his in a passionate kiss that spoke of longing and love and a promise.

A promise of forever.

Your bodies pressed together, hearts beating as one, you lost yourself in the moment, in his arms, yet again. 

The world around you fading into insignificance. 

In that small apartment, you were the only two souls in reality, your love a force of nature that could not be restricted.

As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over your entwined bodies, you and Garou knew that you were bound together by a love that was as timeless as the stars above. 

Even if this all started because of convenience. He needed a place to sleep, and you needed a man to fuck away your problems.

In that passionate moment, you found comfort and joy.

Your hearts overflowing with the beauty of their shared bond, something that was so unspoken before, not it was reality.

And as you lay there, lost in his arms, you knew that your love would endure, a beacon of light in a world filled with darkness.

Just your monster and you. 

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I didn't proofread shit (drabble)

N/SFW warning: vague sexual mentions, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, hinted oral

Gently(Saitama x Reader NSFW)

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It weird to think how, sometimes, couples and partners have some sort of sixth sense for each other. Could be just from being around long enough to be able to read your special one like a book.

From the smallest things like knowing your partner probably forgot to grab something, or how they're definitely going to need their favorite snack with the way their acting, to even more of intimate needs.

It just happens. No questions are hardly asked, you just know. But you don't know when or how your clothes and his clothes started coming off, but you both just knew. That weird sixth sense. Played out like it's rehearsed with the way your bodies move in sync to each other's responses and touches.

Then there's just some things you can't predict, even for yourself. Like today. How much more his touch affected you. How little effort it was taking to get you riled up.

Almost too much. His lips, his hands, down your stomach, between your legs. His fingers slipping inside, so needily sucking him in and coating them in your creamy juices.

"S-Sai, please be gentle."

His concentrated gaze breaks when he hears your pleading whine, shifting to a different gaze of focus beneath him.

"Gentle? I thought I was..."

With a firmer curling thrust of his fingers, a cry escapes your throat as your back arches by reflex. A stunned look takes over his soft face.

"What's with you?" He asks, "Sensitive or something today?"

"I guess..."

He tilts his head in thought, keeping eye contact, "I dunno ___, you looking like that doesn't make me wanna be more gentle."

His fingers circle deeply inside of you, drawing a lip-bitten moan from your chest. He raises your leg and pins it to your chest, his intentions clear he wants more of you.

"Sai!" You huff, "Chill!"

"Alright alright, don't whine at me. Geez." He groans, letting your leg down.

"Be nice to me."

As he lowers himself between your legs, he plants tender kisses on your tummy, then on your thighs, "You know I won't hurt you. I'll take good care of you."

You almost believe it. He'd never bring you pain, but definitely to tears. And by the way he has himself propped up, it's in a way you can't close your legs or squirm away...he's trapped you like this before.

"Saitama, I swear!"

He's got a grin on his face as his fingers start working again, very little difference from before, "Hey, I said I'd take good care of you! Relax."

"I know what you're...planning."

"Nahhh no ya don't."

Oh, but you do. Just one of those things you know, without second thought.

[quills-of-freedom]

Spooky Season 🎃🍂

& Little announcements.

It is now officially the best time of year.

I am happy, content and excited for the season <3

Also I am back from the shadow Realm. Hello, Hi. Nice to see you again.

Also I am now adding One Punch Man to my writing lists. I don't know why I didn't before to be honest, it is a fave of mine.

But right now I am thirsty as f for this mofo....

Jesus Wept... just look at him...

TAKING REQUESTS FOR HALLOWEEN THEMED / SPOOKY THEMED HEADCANNONS

So, without further ado...

Halloween Festival:

Attack on Titan - One Punch man.

Warnings ⚠️ A little bit of smut. Mixture of cannon and modern au throughout.

Added local translations for things too... you'll see what I mean.

It's Halloween night; the moon is full and the leaves are as crisp as the air is cold. The Halloween fair is here in town and luckily, it's also date night 🌙 ✨️

Eren

Haunted house? Lame.

Good luck getting this grump excited for fake cardboard ghouls and goblins. But... gotta hand it to him, it makes you happy so he'll happily oblige.

Casually sipping his pumpkin spice latte with one hand. He gets the iced one because only Eren is edgey enough to drink ice when it's below zero. (Celsius you monsters) while he wraps his free arm around you.

Doesn't blink an eye during the scripted prologue. Rolls his eyes when one of the actors tries to spook him and single him out.

Allows you to hide into his chest if you're that way inclined. He'll scoff at you to stop being so dumb.

"You've slaughtered fifteen meter beasts but you're scared of a sheet?"

But never the less he's just glad he's getting to spend some alone time with you.

There's a room where it's total darkness and there's little flaps in the walls where actors reach out to grab you - his eyes narrow when he hears your peircing screech. He doesn't flinch.

But his protective instincts are still there - although he knows there's no real danger he knows you feel vulnerable so he's still there as your protector.

"C'mere..." Pulls you into a smooch when you're out the other side.

Reiner

Reiners been just as excited for this as you have. Not only does he adore spending time with you, but he's also a fellow lover of this time of year.

Buys all of the things. Fried snacks, candy apples (we call them toffee apples, even though they're not toffee. Weird, I know.) Churros, Cotton candy (candy floss). And shares them all with you. You'll never ever go hungry when on a date with Reiner Braun.

Then he sees it. The holy grail of festivals. The ferris wheel.

Just something about the lights and being so high alone moves something within him. He feels free up in the sky, looking at the gorgeous view. Not to mention the privacy he has with you.

Romantic view of the fireworks from atop the giant wheel is the cherry on top of yet another perfect date with Reiner. His warmth radiates from him as he holds you close and kisses you, the gorgeous colours exploding around you. But of course, that's how it always feels for Reiner when he kisses you.

Levi

Crowds of people, unsanitary food, loud music? Levi is not a fan of places like this. But, much like Eren, will put up with it for you. You'll just have to make it up to him later...

Wins all of the games. Even the ones that are evidently fixed. The game master is puzzled as he hands you a giant stuffed animal; he was sure he'd glued that pin down...

Levi brings his own food, as well as dead ass laying down a handkerchief upon the wooden picnic bench before placing down his boxed lunch.

He'll hold your hand through the crowd when it gets a bit hectic.

Enjoys looking at the bonfire. Not a fan of the smoke though. And it always seems to blow in his direction. He's fuming.

The pent up tension and stress from the whole evening really comes out later as he fucks you more firmly than usual. Nothing against you, of course, but he releases his tensions through his dick and my god was that a lot of strain on his brain.

Saitama

Depending on what mood he's in, he'll love it or hate it. If he's in a good mood he'll enjoy it a lot more. If he can't be arsed then maybe not so much.

Obliterates the games. Like, breaking them. He pisses off the stall owners beyond belief. To the point of just handing him toys as he approaches. He keeps at least one, you can have the rest.

He'll go on rides with you but the whole time he's like:

Thinks the haunted house is dumb but still enjoys it. Laughs at you getting freaked out.

"Hey, y/n." He'll joke, pointing to the Hall of Mirrors. "The scariest room yet."

He'll enjoy the pumpkin carving... until he starts to struggle with it and gets annoyed.

Garou

Garous interest in the festival is literally only you. He wants to fuck you and keep his person happy. He couldn't really give a shit where it was. Saying that, he's a very "in the moment" person and will make the best of the situation.

Wins all the games. Will start a fight if he spots one that's fixed. Ain't no one conning you. Or him.

Laughs like a maniac in the haunted house; because he's scaring them.

Constantly touching you. Guiding you through crowds, squeezing in a sneaky ass grab, wraps his arms around you from behind and buries his face into the crook of your neck.

Fingers you in a hidden corner of either the maze or haunted house. You drive him insane.

Buys all the food but dislikes most of it after trying them.

He's a softie deep down with a soft spot for kids, so when he knocked out the con artist of the game stall, gave out all the toys to the surrounding children. They all cheered him like he was a hero.

"Know how good 'm gonna fuck you later?" He'll sneer into your ear at the most random times. He's always like this on dates.

Enjoys the pumpkin carving and weirdly good at it too.

[rose-riot-johnson]

Hey Tumblr Peeps👋😃For this fanfic I decided to work a head cannon(?) type of fanfic and not only it will have multiple characters in it, this fanfic will have multiple characters from more than one anime and possibly 1 character I chose (possibly at random🤔🤷‍♀️) of each anime of my choosing... So, I decided to work on a "shower after sex" type of fanfic🫢😃👍

🚿🫢Your Time With Him In The Shower(And After The Shower) After The Smut Fest🫢🚿(Every Anime Character In This Head Cannon Fanfic x Female Reader)

Genres: After Sex Shower Aftercare Fluff, Other Forms of Sex Aftercare, Smut, and Head Cannon(?) (Warning;+18⚠️: Alcohol If Factors, Boob Groping , Language, Nudity (All characters), Hickies) *some warnings depends on the character(s) in this head cannon(?) fanfic🫢

Shuhei Hisagi (From Bleach)

*After Shuhei filled you with his cum, he will then ask you, if you would like to take a shower with him, which you told him yes. As the both of you take a shower he would wash you up, as he's reminded of the hickies he put on you. He will let you scrub him, too.

*Shuhei will then have you (and restrain, atleast both of your wrists) against the shower walls, as he kisses you and confesses to you on how much you relax him, how good you always are to him, and that you're his favorite person in the world. You told him that you feel the same way about you, thanked you for his offer for you to take a shower with him, and that you appreciate your shower time with him. The both of you would, then continue to kiss eachother for the rest of your shower time with him.

*After the both of you finished the shower you both took together, Shuhei will ask you, if you would dry him up with his towel, after you dry yourself up with your towel, which you will tell him yes and dry him up, anyways. When the both of you got dressed in night clothes, he will give you massages, however you will go straight to massaging him after he gets done. He also doesn't mind snuggling with you after the shower and massages, as he prefers to be your spoon.

Choso (From Jujutsu Kaisen)

*After having sex with Choso, the both of you would take a shower together. So, during your shower together he would ask questions, such as, "Did you enjoyed (anything sexual up to the reader's imagination)?" or "Was I too rough?". Ofcourse you would assure him with answers like, "Ofcourse it was amazing." or "You weren't too rough on me. I promise. I don't mind it rough anyways, babe.", as you winked at him, then kissed him, so he would feel better, after you reassured him. He does tend to be affectionate with you in the shower.

*Choso would enjoy you scrubing him with his body was and washcloth, because he's someone who would be more than happy to scrub you with your washcloth and the bodywash you use, as long as you don't mind him doing that for you. He tries to convince you not to wash his hair, however don't let his claims on not wanting you to wash his hair fool you, as he actually enjoys it when you do wash his hair, as it relaxes him, probably due to his enjoyment of you touching his hair. He will wash your hair, only if you ask him to...

*After the shower, if you ask him to dry you off, he would be more than happy to. Drying you off is one of his favorite parts of showering with you (even tough it's after the both of you got out of the shower. He would also let you dry him, as long as you ask, out of his respect for you.

⭐New Character For Me To Write About⭐

Roronoa Zoro (One Piece)

*Once Zoro finished having sex with you, he will carry you into the shower, just incase you have a hard time walking from how rough he was with fucking inside of your pussy earlier. He will notice that made your nipples sore from sucking on your nipples hard for a long time, while carrying you. While he will grumble about having to take care of you while he's taking a shower with you, however he secretly enjoys washing you up, as much as he enjoys getting rough with you in bed.

*Zoro will scrub you up with soap and a nice smelling soap and a washcloth, as he knows a shower after the sex relaxes you, like the rough sex does. Once finishes scrubbing you, he will either let you try standing up or let you sit inside the shower, because he needed to wash himself quickly before he takes you out of the shower. He will keep an eye on you the whole time to makesure nothing happens to you.

*Zoro will let you try to dry yourself off with a towel after the both of you got out of the shower. He also would prefer to dry himself off with his towel, which is part of why he had you use a different towel to dry yourself off. He will pick out some warm clothes for you after he gets done dry himself off.

Shinya Kamihara; Pro Hero Name: Edgeshot (My Hero Academia)

*After having sex with Edgeshot, he actually enjoys showering with you, however he's kind of modest about being assertive about wanting to take a shower with you. So unless he's drunk, you would have to be the one to ask him about taking a shower with him, if you want him to take a shower with you. He knows you're not a mind reader, however while he's sober, his modesty about taking a shower with you does get him nervous about asking you himself, which is why he prefers you to ask him. For some reason he never says no to taking a shower with you, as he's always enthusiastic about it.

*If you ask Edgeshot to scrub you with your favorite body wash and a washcloth, he would low-key be more than happy to do so. He does get relaxed from you washing him with his body wash and his hair, however he does get relaxed from washing you up more. It's a bonus, if you do ask him to wash your hair.

*After the both of you get done with showering with eachother, he will dry you up with your towel, if you ask. He would be delighted, if you do decide to dry him up with his towel. He will also pick out some warm pajamas, cozy socks, and comfy slippers, so you can keep warm.

⭐ New Character For Me To Write About⭐

Kyojuro Rengoku (Demon Slayer, aka, Kimestu no Yaiba)

*Regoku will start the shower asking you, "Are you ready, my cinnamon candy?", in the sweetest tone of his voice, as he's inviting you to take a shower with him, after a long time of having sex with him, which he knows you couldn't nor won't say no to him for how sweet is to you. After getting in the shower with him he will hug you from behind telling you that he loves you and you say that you love him too. He will also tell you on how cute you are to him, then gropes your breasts, making sure he still has your attention.

*He would offer to wash you, because he would rather ask first before he does wash you with a washcloth and soap. However when you do wash him with a washcloth, he really does get relaxed. However just from your presence in general he does feel like he's relaxed for some reason.

*Just like with with washing you, he will ask to dry you off first before he does, do so. If you do decide to dry him off he will feel like he's in heaven. He will also let you pick out some sleep ware for you to sleep in for tonight and he would be more than happy to snuggle with you, no matter what you pick out.

Garou (One Punch Man)

*When both you and Garou went in the shower together after the sex, he went to wash you up with (reader's choice of body wash) brand of body wash and the washcloth right away. He would smirk and say, "See what you did to me, (Female Reader Name)? You had to get me all hard and drive me crazy to the point I had to make your pussy all sore...", then giggles, while washing your sore pussy. He pretty much tires to jokingly act all innocent, as if it's was all you, who's got yourself in the a situation of Garou getting your pussy sore. You groaned from him washing your pussy as you would jokingly say, "I may have worn sexy clothes earlier, however it was hot outside, so you could have been more patient.", as you would laugh, afterwards.

*When you would wash him, he would ask you to use the the men's body wash that you got for him. Depending on, if Garou decides tease you in the shower (sexual or non sexual) you would just, use your body wash instead, just to pick on him back. Once he releases what body wash you were using was your body wash instead the body wash you got him, he secretly wouldn't mind the smell of the body wash, however he would try not to laugh and say, "What did I do to deserve you using feminine soap.", then slips a laugh showing you he enjoyed it.

*After the both of you got out of the shower, Garou wouldn't mind you drying him off, however he prefers to dry you off, then he will have you in a hold, while having the towel wrapped around you. Once he carries you into your shared bedroom with him, he will set you on the bed and tells you he will be picking out the sleep wear for you tonight. So, he will dress you up into the sleep wear before tickling you where any of your ticklish spot are.

🫢🚿The End🚿🫢

I hope you have fun reading this fanfic my Tumblr Peeps🫢🚿😃👍 Believe or not for those who are Bleach fans (like myself) and those who read the dildo smut fanfic pertaining Shuhei Hisagi, the shower scene was the orignal plan for the ending, however under some circumstances, I had to have the ending of it different, which is the reason why I'm writing this fanfic. As for picking out other characters for this fanfic, I really figured I'd use this, as an opportunity to pick most of them at random and pick 6 anime characters (including Shuhei Hisagi from Bleach) from a different anime I feel fit for this fanfic and give this type of naughty multi fandom fanfic a try🫢🚿😃👍

[garoumylove]

Yay! Finished new chapter of Love/Hate (my ongoing GarouxReader fanfic)! Just gotta proofread tomorrow and then post ^.^ I really love when I get the opportunity to sit down and just write! *sparkle sparkle*

[upwards-descent]

I'm becoming obsessed with this tbh

I love a good genderbend where they look equally fucked up before and after or they have the same base features rather than looking radically different

[battydora]

❝need a taste..❞

(various characters)

nsfw , smut , soft dom. reader , gn. reader (no body spec.) , adult reader!! , amab characters but they lactate<3 , lactation kink , titty sucking (g.) , consensual , made purely for kinky purposes only , this is fiction!!

"oh, would you look at that? you're lactating, sweetheart. you seem really full, when i squeeze you the milk comes out!" you coo with excitement when you notice your hand gets soaked in white liquid.

you're sitting on your bed, back against the headboard while he is sitting on your crotch. all of his upper clothes are pooling around his waist, your hips give his hands the best support while he arcs his back and exposes his chest intently to you. the view is breathtaking, his brows frowned and soft lips slightly parted, he finds himself moaning softly everytime you squeeze his tits "c-careful!" he hisses when you squeeze too hard, "ow, are they sore, baby?" he answers with a firm nod and immediately blushes with embarrassment when he sees the mischievous smile on your face as you lick your upper lip. "i can help you ease the pain, if you'd like~" you suggest, your eyes sparkle at the mere thought of sucking him dry. his eyes open widely and pauses for a brief moment before nodding in agreement.

he jolts when you begin to suck on his tits, sucking the milk out of his nipples as he throws his head back moaning at the feeling of your hot lips feeding from him, he is so sensitive and horny a tent on his pants is soon to be noticed, which rubs painfully against his clothes when you press him against you, he begins to rock lightly against your crotch, aiming some friction as he releases the sweetest and softest moans. a bunch of minutes go by and you pull apart making a little "pop" sound from sucking too hard at the end, you see his skin slowly turn red because of your constant sucking.

"delicious" you say after a little while, licking your lower lip to collect the milk drops you missed, staring upwards directly into his eyes with such hunger that makes him realize you're not done with him yet, which makes him twich inside his pants.

KYOJURO, SANEMI, tengen, gyutaro, sekido, aizetsu, urogi, KOKUSHIBO, gyomei, akaza, ITTO, edgeshot, pro hero deku, pro hero kirishima, pro hero katsuki, garou, toji, NANAMI, your favourite big titty man<3

[btnclmrttn]

heyyy aha this is going to be my first kinktober I try to participate in. I'm thinking this is a good way to improve my smut writing and expand more on my other fandoms I'm in. If you know me well I post a lot of OPM, but here I'll have few fandoms of a few selections. List will be updated as uploads are completed, posting will be few or so days between. New things might show up as well!

💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡💛🧡

01. Blow Job/L Lawliet

02. Bondage/Ghost (Simon Riley)

03. Breeding/Miguel O'Hara

04. Car Sex/Leon Kennedy

05. Degrading/Chris McLean*

06. Edging/The Spot

07. Menstruation/Bob Velseb

08. Mirror/Ghostface

10. Overstimulation/Saitama

11. Primal/Tate Frost

12. Size Difference/König

13. Somnophelia/Brahms Heelshire

14. Squirting/Genos

15. Thigh Riding/Garou

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*yes from total drama this is literally just so fucking funny to me don't take me seriously

[monstersfan18]

Siren garou

Ok look, I saw a fanfic of some character, I think it was from one piece? But anyway that doesn't matter, the fanfic was about a siren. There was a lot of smut in it!

So the point is that I just thought 'hey! Why not Make a Garou siren fanfic?' 

I'm also will make part 2 of this with the smut in it. And I will most likely do part two's with all smut. 

Warning: breeding kink, inappropriate language, blood, and bullying

(10 years old) Garous pov:

'God, I hate humans and mermaids!' I thought to myself. I've always hated humans and mermaids. The reason I hate mermaids so much is because they blame everything on sirens. Mermaids always act like they aren't the ones sink the ships, and as soon as they do they blame it on us sirens! The worst part is that the humans believe them! Humans also pollute our homes! At this point know, sirens are the cause of the sinking ships because we hate them so much.

Humans and mermaids are disgusting creatures!

Speaking of humans. I can see a ship, and it looked like a pirate ship too. I was heading up so sink it when I saw humans flying out of it and going in the Ocean. When I went to look at one to see if it was dead, I saw that it had so stab wounds in its chest. The man was dead. 'What the? What happened to these humans? Is there a siren up there? But that wouldn't make sense. Sirens sink the ship first then kill the survivors in the ocean.' I thought.

I then swam up to the surface to see what was going on. Then I saw a girl, a vary cute girl. She look like my age, maybe a little older. And she was badly injured.

"They thought they could sell me to some nobody! Well, they thought wrong! Haha!" The girl said. I don't know why but, that made me blush. She was vary brave, and strong too. 'I wonder what she means by 'sell'?' I thought. Suddenly she turns to look in my direction. "Oh my god! Is that a siren!" She said beaming with excitement. I then panic and jump back into the ocean. "What no come back! I won't heart you!" She shouted. I see her poke her head over the edge of the boat. 'I don't think she can se-' before I could finish my thought she jumped in to the water.

I was so shocked. But I didn't move. The way her hair moved in the water, it looked so pretty. I wanted to touch it. Really wanted to touch it. I couldn't help but blush at the site. She then looked at me, then she waved at me. I don't know why but I waved back. She then tried to speak, humans can't speak under water so it sounded really weird when she tried to. "Phff! Humans can't speak under water silly! Here let me help you." I said. 'What am I saying?! 'Help her'?! I shouldn't but it just feels so right.' I thought. I then went up to her and brought her to the surface.

"Hi!" She said happily. I was shocked that she wasn't scared of me. "Are you not scared of me?" I said confused. She looked so happy, but why? "No I'm not" she said. "Why?" I said raising a eyebrow. "Because sirens look cool and i feel like mermaids are weird." She said. I smiled at her. 

He looked really kind. Though, there was one thing on my mind still. "Did you kill the people on the boat?" I said. "Yeah, there were trying sell me to some rich guy." She said. 'What? They were trying yo sell her?! This is why I hate humans.' I thought. I didn't like her response. That was cruel! You can't just sell someone! "Do you know where your home is?" I asked. " I live somewhere called ishokie village (I just came up with a name don't  blame me!) I think we left from that direction!" She said pointing to the left. "I can take you there if you want." I said. "That be very much appreciated." She said with a smile on here face. 'Cut- wait what am I saying! She's a human!' I thought.

20 to 25 minutes later we arrived at a island. She said that this was her home. It was not a big island but not a small one ether.

"Thanks for the ride! My name is y/n! What's yours?" She said happily. "G-Garou!" I said nervous. I was sad because now I had to leave. She was so nice! I wish I could stay with her forever. "Hey, do you like cola?" She asked. "What's that?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Ok, I'll be back in like around 5 minutes so stay here! Ok?" She said turning around and started running. "Uhm? Ok!" I said confused.

About 5 minutes later she comes back like she said she would, but she had something in her hand. I look at her with confusion. She then hands me it. "Here! You drink it. Don't worry, it's not poisoned." She says with a smile. I then take the drink out of her hands. I don't know how to open it so I'm a little confused. "Uhm, I don't know how to open it." I said. She then giggled at me, I then got embarrassed. But I couldn't help but notice that her giggle was so cute. I could feel my cheeks go red. "You just twist the top." She said with a smile. I the twist the top, it then opened but bubbles started to spill out. I got startled by that. "Is that supposed to happen?" I asked. She then giggle again. "Yes, it's called carbonation." She said. I look at the bottle and bubbles were coming up from the bottom. I was hesitant to drink it because it looked a little weird. It could also be poisoned. She then looked at me, then she smiled again. "Don't worry, it's not poisoned." She said almost like she read my mind. But the remark made me a little more comfortable. Though I just meet her i feel like I can trust her.

I then took a tiny sip of the drink. My eyes widened. It was really good. I then drank the hole thing. "Looks like you really like it. Do you want more?" She said. I then nodded my head rapidly.

That was the day I changed my mind about humans. Well, only on one human. Which was y/n. But that was also the day I made my first friend too.

8 years later...

 No one's Pov...

Today was the first day of mating season. He never liked it. There were two reasons why, first, ever since he started exercising and training the other female sirens have been trying to get his attention. They just wanted him because he looked good. Second, he never found a siren good enough for him. He wasn't one of those people that just fucked a random woman and left, he was one of the rare ones that would stay with the one he would mate with.

Garou definitely wasn't sticking around for it. So he went to see his best friend, y/n.

He would be lying if he said his best friend wasn't attractive. Over the years she became more beautiful. Even though she was a human, Garou definitely wouldn't mind mating with her. He definitely developed a little crunch on her when he was 10, and over time that crush grew. Every now and then he would dream about mating with her so hard. 

He remembered they call it sex or fuck instead of mating or mate. He heard how humans did it by some fisher man in a boat that he was going to sink one day. As soon as he heard how they did it, he instantly that of y/n. Now knowing how to do it, he couldn't stop fantasizing about how good it would feel to mate with her. It wasn't all that different form how sirens do it. It just male sirens had a pouch for there members.

Garou was just about to go to the surface to see you, but then a female siren came up to him. "Hey big boy how about you and me ma-" "No" Garou said before the girl could finish. And before the girl could say anything else Garou swam away to go see you.

When he got to the surface he went to the beach and sat on a rock, the one he usually sits on. No one comes there anymore so that was there meeting plays.

"Garou!" A familiar voice said. Garou then turned around to see them. Once he saw you he couldn't look away. You were in a swimsuit! And not any swimsuit, it was a bikini. But that wasn't the only thing that sparked his interest, your smell changed. It smelled so good. It smells like vanilla.

Mate...

Your pov...

Some girls came up to me and told me if I wanted to go to the beach with them today. I don't know them but I do know they go to my school. I don't have friends at school, so this would be a good opportunity to make some. I only have one friend and that's Garou. Speaking of Garou, I should probably tell him not to go to the beach today if he doesn't want to be seen.

Before I left to go see Garou I put on my swimsuit on, then I left.

When I got there I saw Garou waiting on the rock that he usually waits for me. Ever since he started training he's gotten a lot more muscular. Sometimes I wish he would put on a shirt so I would stop starting at them. There distracting!

"Garou!" I shout. He then turned to look at me. I noticed that he was looking at me weird, I then look down to see I was wearing my bathing suit. I totally forgot that he's never seen me in a swimsuit before! And a bikini at that!

I then walk closer to him, he won't stop staying at me. "Hey Garou, some friends of min-" "why are you wearing that?"  He said before I could finish. "That's because some friends and me are coming to the beach, I thought I should warn you before hand so that don't see you." I said. "Are there any boys?" He said. 'Is he serious? Why would he ask me that?' I thought. I then noticed his face was dead serious. He looked scary. This is the first time I've been scared of him.

"No, not that I know of." I said. "I'm staying to watch you then." He said. "Why?" I asked. You couldn't help but think that was a little weird. "Because I want to make sure your safe." He said. "But garou, this is the first time I have friends to hang out with that aren't you. Please, your just be over protective." I said with a pout.  

Garous face got dark all of a sudden. "So you don't think I'm enough? Is that right, y/n? Is it because I'm a siren?" "N-no, not at all. Why would you think that?" I said. Why was he acting like this? He never acts like this! Sometimes he can be over protective but never this much! "Then proof it!" He shouted. I was so stunned I couldn't speak or move. Garou never ever shouted at me before. "Why are you acting like this Garou?! You never yell at me! I-I just wanted to make new friends!" I said. It this point I started crying. "I just want to make new friends, not replace you. I would never do that!" You said your hands in your face crying.

Garou was now the one in shock. You've never yelled at him ether. Now he knows he fucked up. "I-I'm sor-" "I don't want to hear it Garou! Just go away!" You shouted before he could finish.

With that you ran away from him. Tears in your eyes. Why would he say that? He's not Garou. Not the one you know.

Garous pov...

"Shit, shit, shit! I messed up! Big time!"

Those were the only words that would come out of me, I just keep repeating them over and over again.

'Why did I say that?!"

And those words were the only things I could think.

I didn't want to admit it but, I knew the answer to my thoughts.

I was jealous

Jealous at the fact that she was hanging out with other people that aren't me. Jealous that there might of been other guys there. Jealous that I wasn't the only person to see you in that swimsuit. Jealous that I couldn't be there because humans hate my kind.

Why why why why WHY do I have to be so stupid! Maybe if I didn't say those words to her I could of convinced her to not go and stay with me.

Maybe if I was humans things would be different. If I was human maybe we would go on dates. What was that thing they call it again? What was it? Girlfriend and boyfriend! Yeah! We would be girlfriend and boyfriend together. That would be perf- no we would be a couple! That way I would wake up next to you every day.

But if you were a siren. Oh I would of claimed you a long time again. I would breed you every day and every night too. Your the age for a siren to have kids now. I can see you and I with our kids. 

I could see this if we were both humans to. We would have 5- no 7- no 10 kids. 

But I might have screwed it up now. 

I put one of my hands it my hair. Im clearly lost I didn't know what to do. Im frustrated!

No, I didn't. I'm going to fix this. And after I'm going to mate with you. And im going to do it hard for the scare you gave me.

I don't care if you human! Im going to mat- no, i'm going to fuck you. Hard.

With that I jump into the water.

Your pov...

"Hay y/n! Come in the water with us! It'll be fun!" One of the girls that invited you to come to the beach said. You'd be lying if you said you weren't upset still. But this might take your mind of if things. "Oh, okay!" You said running to them, then getting in the water.

You couldn't help but think this was a little odd. They said that more people would come but there's only three people here. You, Julian, and Alexis. (Sorry if your name is one of these! You can change them!)

As soon as you join them they shove you in the water. "Wha-" They held your head under the water. You couldn't breathe. You don't know why there doing this but you can't stop them. They bring your head above the water holding you by your hair.

"Who's that good looking guy you hang out with? The one you meet up with almost every day here?" Julian asked. 'Wh-what? A-are they talking about Garou?' You thought. Even if they weren't talking about him, you don't wanna take your chances. "W-what are you t-talking about?" You say. "Oh please! You know who we're talking about! The one with white hair and is buff! How did you land a guy like that?" Alexis says. They are talking about him. I don't think they know he's a siren. But I think I had enough of this.

With that, I took a hold of the hand that was holding my hair, which was Alexis, and through he in the water. "How the fuck?" Julian said confused because she didn't think I had the strength to do something like that. I actually didn't hear what she said because I was to busy with crashing Alexis's head. Julian was completely terrified because now her friend was bleeding out. "Wh-why would you do that?" She said as she took a few steps back. "Uhm, it's called self defense." I said cockily. "Y-your a freak!" With that she ran away. 

'Well so much for making new friends.' I though.

Now I'm alone now.

I don't think Garou is going to come back anytime soon too.

I don't even think he wants to be friends anymore.

I look at the sky, it's about to become night time. Maybe I should go home and forgot this all happened.

Before I could take a step forwards I heard a song. It sounds beautiful too. But it also sounds like a sirens song too. What's a siren do out here. Sirens never come this close to land. Only Garo- wait? Garou? No, it can't be.

It sounded like it came a little further up the beach.

I started to run up to where I heard the song. It was still playing. It was behind some rocks. When I looked behind them nothing was there. "Weird, I thought I heard something over here." I said confused. 

Before I could walk away something dragged me into the water. Before I could see what it was I blacked out.

DONT READ NOTES IF YOU DO T WANT SPOILERS FOR ONE PUNCH MAN!

Notes: BRO! They cut of garous hair I. The new one punch man chapter! Bro, I don't like it. 

[maxineryx]

Before you follow !

English is not my first language. In shorter fics where gender isn’t specified, you may interpret the reader as anyone, however, I always write with a fem!reader in mind. I don't write character x character, or ships including the same gender. I don't post much. It might take me several days, or even weeks to post something. Sorry! This blog is not spoiler free. Some works of mine might include manga spoilers. There is no specific way the reader looks (unless it is requested). Sometimes I might refer to height, but other than that, reader does not have a description related to how they look. Some of my works may include suggestive themes, but I do not write smut. There might be dark themes used such as violence, abuse, mental illnesses etc. However all my works will contain warnings at the top if needed. I will not always reply or write what you requested, but keep in mind that I saw and noted. Might catch up to it later and will definitely let you know :)

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Fandoms and characters I am willing to write for :

Jujutsu Kaisen : Yuuji, Megumi, Gojo, Geto, Toji, Choso, Sukuna, Yuuta, Nanami

Attack on Titan : Eren, Levi, Jean, Armin, Connie, Reiner, Erwin

Demon Slayer : Giyuu, Tanjiro, Inosuke, Rengoku, Tengen, Sanemi

My Hero Academia : Deku, Todoroki, Bakugou, Hawks, Dabi, Denki, Kirishima

Seraph of the end : Guren, Mikaela, Yuichiro, Crowley, Yoichi, Shiho

Bungo Stray Dogs : Dazai, Chuuya, Tecchou, Atsushi, Ranpo, Akutagawa

Genshin Impact : Diluc, Zhongli, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Xiao, Kazuha, Ayato, Alhaitham, Thoma, Albedo, Itto, Kaeya, Heizou, Childe

More : Ekko, Jayce (Arcane), Light, L (Death Note), Kaneki (Tokyo Ghoul), Vanitas, Noe (Vanitas No Carte), Tomoe (Kamisama Kiss), Saiki (Saiki K), Kurapika, Chrollo, Gon, Killua (HxH), Saitama, Genos, Garou (Opm)

[mirdaniaa]

Thank you @lord-aldhelm for the tag! 💜

How many works do you have on AO3?

132!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

Apparently it's 1,585,653.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently just TLK, but every now and then HotD or whatever period drama I'm currently watching will catch my fancy.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

gonna be honest, every time this question comes up on an ask meme it makes me cringe a bit, because 3 of them i don't feel are remotely worthy of the honor and I think I just posted at the right time. anyway they're all GoT/asoiaf fics.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always try to, unless the comment is like, idk, annoying or completely incomprehensible.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh man. I've written a lot of angsty endings...I think I'm just going to go with the most recent, which is The House That Godwin Built.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

also going with the most recent here since there are too many to choose from, too tempting not to touch

8. Do you get hate on fics?

yeah 🥲

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

All kinds babeyyyyyy

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I have written exactly one crossover as a dumb joke and it was where Steve Harrington was Jean-Ralphio and Mona-Lisa Saperstein's biological father

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

It used to happen a lot but not so much anymore

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few times! It's a really nice feeling :)

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

@itslaurenmae and I co-wrote Stolen Sweets together!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

eadith x eardwulf aka flowers in mercia i am so deeply unwell about this ship i made up in my head but also it's real I'm so Pepe Silvia about it

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I started this Barkskins fic literal years ago that went into the loup-garou thing that is CONSTANTLY coming up in the narrative but tbh i had no idea where to take it after "yeah they're werewolves" so I feel like. I shall never finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I say, perhaps overconfidently. I attribute it to my theatre background but I'm always reading and, for that matter, writing dialogue with a voice in mind. I also speak a lot of the dialogue out loud to myself to make sure it sounds right, which is why I now live alone. I also know my basic editing (spelling, grammar, punctuation, tenses, etc) is almost always in good shape.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am SO BAD at writing descriptions, it's something I'm actively working on. Action scenes are also something I struggle with, my eyes glaze over those scenes in books and television, and if you've ever read my fics, you'll notice I like to pull a GRRM and knock out my characters whenever possible.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it's not necessary to the plot, why confuse the reader when you can just as easily say, "He said to the woman in sunglasses, this time in Russian..." or, "He didn't understand the two men, who sounded as though they were speaking in French..." Unless that dialogue is relevant to the plot, I guess I just don't see the need.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I'm pretty sure it was Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

The House That Godwin Built will always have a special place in my heart 💜

tagging @ivarthebadbitch, @stannisfactions, @wildwren, @wexpyke, @abnerkrill, @skatingthinandice, and anyone else who wants to play!